[ 12:00 pm ] okay so mark had officially graduated, 00+00+00+00 are 20 this year.. i just want to say i love ot7 the most and i couldn’t be more proud of them. they’re literally the best thing that happened to me and i really want to thank them for making me smile everyday. i really hope there will be a chance for making a mixed unit with all of them in the future. and lastly let’s not forget that in the end it’s always gonna be mark, renjun, jeno, donghyuck, jaemin, chenle and jisung. ALSO happy new year everyone. ♡
when you came back exhausted from school you went to your room straight away. as you entered the room you noticed a white envelope on your bed. you frowned your eyebrows and slowly approached the bed. you took the envelope in your hands and saw familiar messy handwriting. is it really happening? you thought to yourself. you opened the envelope quickly and sat on bed. you took a deep breath and you felt your eyes watering.
“to my dearest y/n, it’s been a really long time. the last time we saw each other was at our last day of eleventh grade. it’s already been a year since. i’m sorry i haven’t talked to you since i moved. i tried to get comfortable in a new city and school. the city and people in my school aren’t that bad as i thought. i actually made a couple of new friends and i even joined school’s football club… and what about you? how are you? is everything fine? do you still talk to mark, jeno, jaemin, renjun, chenle and jisung? if yes then how are they? do you guys still hang out at our favourite cafee after school on every friday? please tell me because i’m curious.. i actually heard you cut your hair to shoulders. to be honest i never thought you would do it since you loved your long hair so much. i bet you still look cute. so y/n… do you still remember me? if you don’t want to know me anymore i’ll understand, it’s okay. i know i shouldn’t leave all of you without a word. i just… it was really hard for me. i didn’t know how to tell you about it, i don’t even know if i would be able to.. so.. please.. reply to me.. even if you hate me right now, tell me about it. i won’t be mad. i promise… lastly i want to tell you i love you. i never told you this because i was a coward. i was scared i would ruin our precious friendship and things wouldn’t be the same anymore. but now i think i don’t have anything to lose anymore… i hope you’ll answer me one day. i’m looking forward it. your friend lee donghyuck”
im back i guess ????? AND i want to say this is my very first (short) scenario like this so if you like it please tell me about it??? bc im still not sure if thats okay and if i messed up ajasjsadh SO i hope yall enjoyed it!! see u soon
A/N: BACK WITH AN ACTION-PACKED CHAPTER BABYYYYY (also take a shot every time i typed “forgemaster” his identity will be revealed eventually but i’d love to see yall guess which neo he is )
The world was ghost-quiet except for the whistles of the wind and the creaks from the swinging chandeliers on their rusty hinges. A strange veil settled over the hall, one that clung heavily into the atmosphere and raised the hairs at the back of Jeno’s neck. Underneath his palm, he felt you quiver against the calluses across his skin and hoped that if he closed his eyes for long enough, he could pretend that this was just another one of the castle’s apparitions. But they were as real as the fear that had Jeno planted in place.
Word count: idk but kinda long? Enjoyyyy the poor write up >>>
#Imasimpforrenjun!!! Petition for more renjun hard stans.
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You peek around in a rush, heart thumping against your chest ever so loudly. Nervous breaths leave your mouth without any rest. You can’t seem to calm down with the anxiety growing in you like it wants to devour you on your spot, consuming you in the fucked up situation you are in. All you can see or hear infront of you is blurred faces, moving lights and muffled noises.
“Y/N? what’s wrong with you?” you hear a voice though not very audible to your burning ears.
“Y/N!” Renjun shouts as he shakes you back and forth. You regain your senses and the world seems to be normal again; fancy people standing against round tables engaging themselves in talks that collectively sounds like mutters to you. Pretty lights adorning the entire room, the man that stands before you looks oddly attractive in his basic black suit. The lights seemed to be casting a charm spell on him and it was infact working. Brushing off these absurd thoughts, you quickly clutch your dress and hold it firmly against your skin between your waist and thigh.
Renjun’s eyes follow through every movement you make. He notices how your red slit dress has been mercilessly torn along the entire length of your lower left body. You look up only to meet his eyes that has completed examining you.
“What the fuck happened to you?”
“None of your business, so would you mind letting go of me?” You retort throwing his arms off the grip on your shoulder. Actually you don’t really know what happened, you were simply leaning against a pillar while taking pictures of the venue when you heard the sound of your doom. You confirmed the culprit to be the fucking nail that was poorly hammered on the lavender roses decorated pillar. The next minute you saw how much of your dress was torn, you simply fell into your episode of panic.
“Seems like a whore business to me,” he remarks, a smirk forming on his face as he runs the hand that you pushed away, along his two toned hair. You glare at him and scoff.
“Has your whore company run out of girls that you seem to care about me now? Fuck off Renjun, I can deal with my life on my own.”
“Not unless the entire party is headed towards you,” He smiles cockily, raising his eyebrows as he tilts his head as if to prove something.
“Y/N!!” you hear Jeno yelling from a distance. You quickly turn around, hands still grasping your fabric tightly. Jeno is walking towards your direction with his beautiful bride by his side and an entire group of people following behind the couple.
Exactly a metre away from the entrance, you struggle on contemplating whether to run away or embarrass yourself infront of everyone with your wardrobe malfunction. You stand frozen on your feet, forcing an awkward smile, you decide to not ruin your bestfriend’s wedding by fleeing for your life.
A cold hand slides across your thighs from the back, gently taking over your grip, it holds your dress for you. The touch sends shivers down your spine, your body reacting to the unflattering familiarity of it.
“I’ve got you baby,” Renjun asserts mockingly, still facing the crowd that was now almost near. You would have shoved him away immediately if not for your guilt towards ruining the perfect wedding day. You assure yourself that it’s okay, that it’s just a one time thing and so you lift your now free hand to motion a wave. The other hand naturally wraps around Renjun’s torso sliding beneath his arms that are stretched out to wrap yours.
“Am I delusional or is this really a legitimate sight?” Haechan laughs in utter disbelief.
“I know, doesn’t seem right to me either,” Jaemin adds in. The entire groomsmen squad standing behind Jeno stares at the two of you judgmentally.
“You guys are just jealous that a groom’s man is having a better time than the groom himself,” Renjun finally speaks, tightening his grip on your dress. You gasp in response.
“Anyway, would the groom mind telling us why he has led us here?” Mark questions in amusement.
“Ah yes!” Jeno takes hold of Minjeong’s hands, his eyes turning into crescent moons as he looks at his wife endearingly like she’s the most beautiful woman on earth. Minjeong smiles back at him with the same amount of love.
“Before we make another announcement, we would like to raise a toast for our incredibly talented wedding planner for being the best and mostly for being there since the beginning of our story as the best bestfriend we could ever ask for. To Y/N!” Jeno raised his glass followed by the other guests. You break into a tearful smile rushing to hug the couple infront of you. Renjun barely finds his balance as he tries to not let go of the fabric in his hands being forced to join the affectionate group hug.
“ And now for the announcement, Jeno and I are welcoming a daughter soon you guys!!,” Minjeong announced making the entire crowd fall into a series of reactions. Everyone was shocked and so were you. The attention diverted towards the pair, people gathering around them to congratulate. Though longing to join, you simply stood by the jerk that was actually saving you from revealing your nudity.
“It’s our time to escape, red thongs.” Renjun commented as he took off his blazer and tied them on one side leaving the majority of the clothing to cover your left side. You scrunched your face in complete embarrassment with nothing left to argue back.
That night, Renjun had dropped you off at your apartment building. “Yellow thongs looked sexier on you y/n, nights,” he had said before driving off. You couldn’t sleep the entire night, turning and tossing around, blankets being kicked like it did something wrong to you. Daegal, Chenle’s year old bichon who had been left at your place for the wedding watched you be a total maniac.
xxx
Few days after the wedding, Minjeong dropped by at your flat before leaving for her honeymoon. Not long after her arrival, she starts sharing her teas which leaves you guys occasionally bursting into fits of giggles.
“ Y/n, by the way, what happened last time? You are dating him again, aren’t you? ” Minjeong questioned you in utmost curiosity.
“No! There’s no way I would date him again.”
“Are you sure because as far as I know, the Y/n that I am friends with wouldn’t bother dry cleaning a man’s blazer,” Minjeong pointed her finger in the direction of the perfectly cleaned clothing that was hung among your exclusive jackets collection.
“Don’t tell me you guys hooked up infront of poor baby daegal.”
“Fuck no, minjeong!”
“Calm down y/n, why are you so worked up. Renjun wasn’t even denying so I just assumed you guys may have reconciled.”
“You talked to him?”
“He returned for the after-party with the boys. You know Zhong Chenle wouldn’t simply let them leave. Renjun seems to still like you, y/n. He even said how beautiful you looked that day although he was drunk by then.”
You sat in silence, unable find the right words to reply.
“Renjun was a mess, he kept insisting to buy red thongs. I know he’s known for having had sex with almost all the spoiled richlings but do you think he’s becoming a dominant pervert. I swear he’s up to no good these days.”
“He was never a decent guy to begin with, ” you finally say despite confused with all the information you just received.
“Well that was only after you broke up with him. Y/n I love you but I still can’t forgive you for what you did to Renjun. That guy was head over heels for you.”
“So was I.”
“Then what the fuck made you do that y/n!”
“ Because he was head over heels for me,” You painfully remark, reminiscing all those times when he would show how unbelievably he was in love with you. He had even risked his whole career to be with you when you were having a bad day. During the time you were his girlfriend, he pampered you both financially and emotionally. He was everything a girl could ask for, but you just weren’t sure if you were the right one for him. After mustering up every inch of your courage, you asked to break up with him. Since then, he was a complete dickhead towards you. He decided to hate everything about you and let you hate his. To an extent, he did succeed in letting you resent him. You had gone through so much just so you could let him realize how perfect he was as an individual, so that he could start living for himself and not for you. But no, he had just returned to what he used to be, a fucking asshole who despised commitment. You knew you were at fault but you weren’t willing to accept it ; you simply wanted him to live his fucking life instead of living just for you.
Minjeong gazed at you intently. She knew exactly what you meant, ofcourse she had to know after all those years she had spent with you. She placed her hands over yours, “Y/n, you never realized, did you? Renjun was so much in love with you that he was starting to find a purpose in life. He was finally beginning to live decently both as a boyfriend and as a person, although yes he was a little more on the boyfriend side.” You let out a little laugh. “But that Renjun was the best version to ever exist and honestly, the boys and I would do anything to bring that man back, if we could. The breakup didn’t help anyone y/n, neither him nor you. For fuck’s sake, go to him”
“I don’t think I love him anymore Minjeong. There’s no reason for me to go,” you reply in a sadistic tone, not knowing if you really meant what you just spoke.
“Are you kidding me? Just gather up your balls and go. All the angst between you guys is too cringey for us to handle. You guys are clearly not over.”
xxx
You stare at the blazer as you gulp down a glass of wine. Minjeong’s words ponder in your thoughts but you can’t seem to conclude anything. The noise from the ambulance siren echoes through the streets up towards your apartment while you draw circles on your knees with your finger. This sends you in a reverie.
You remember Renjun laying his head on your lap as he traced a heart on your thighs. You had asked him what he wanted for your third anniversary but he wouldn’t say much. All he asked for were very simple things, things you would get him even when he didn’t ask for it. “I want you to love me, it’s okay even if you don’t do it as much as me but I want you to be by my side for as long as we can. Be honest with me baby, always,” he had muttered sleepily, tired from a long day at work. The sight of the man who was all grown up yet looking adorably cute with pink lips forming a slight pout, hair messed up but fluffy and his loosened neck tie laying on his chest made you crumble into pieces; you loved him and it pained you how much more he did.
Returning from your thoughts, you stand up,grab the blazer followed by the car keys. After driving for a good twenty minutes or so, you now head towards Renjun’s apartment pressing onto floor number 23 in the elevator. It’s 3:00 am in the morning but none of this matter, your impulsiveness was what got you ruining your relationship. Might as well use that to mend it again, you think to yourself.
You hesitate before pressing the bell. You hear your heart beating fast and a nervous sweat drips down. You inhale a deep breath finally allowing the whole of your energy to flow into the finger that is now pressing hard against the buzzer. A few mins later, you hear him approaching the main door.
“Y/n?” You hear his voice through the intercom but you don’t say anything. He decides to open the door giving up on a reply.
“ What in the hell has brought you here, red devil?” He manages to tease you despite it being too early in the morning.
“Just wanted to drop your nasty stuff,” you say trying to be as cool as possible handing him his blazer.
Renjun scoffs, head tilted towards a side. Why do men fucking do that and make you feel all weak, you think to yourself again. He leans in towards you, ruffling his wet hair to avoid them from poking his eyes. He smells good and it’s clear to you that he has just taken a warm shower. Renjun is wearing a basic white oversized vest and black shorts yet he looks insanely hot tempting you for a kiss. You try to remain unfazed by the man’s close proximity.
“So you’re saying you came to drop my stuff at 3 am in the morning because it’s nasty? That too after five days when you could have returned it the following day?”
“Yes,” you nod.
“Y/N do you fucking hear yourself?”
You don’t reply again and this infuriates him. Your silence seemed to trigger something. He let’s out a loud scoff and chuckles. “ Leave!” He demands. “ Fucking leave y/n, stop making me a fool. You never seem to have an answer but always have something in your sleeves to make me feel like an idiot. Leave and just throw this away, I don’t need it.” He turns around leaving his door open.
“ You can leave the door, I will close it after you leave.” He states answering your stupid concerns that remain even in such serious situations.
You rush in and grab him by his arms making him stop midway. “I’m sorry.” You both stay silent until he turns around to face you.
“I’m sorry, I messed up. I fucking messed up. Renjun, I’m sorry,” your heart sinks in with every word you speak. You are scared , scared of finally giving him the honesty he always asked for , scared that he might shove your grip away. So you grab onto his arms with more strength and intensity, your nails pinning against his flesh, he flinches with the sudden pinch he feels. He brings his free hand to place it onto yours and you prepare yourself to be pushed away. But nothing happens, he simply keeps it there.
“Why?” He askes you in a tone that conceals what he is feeling. Just one word and it was bleak emptiness. You fear your words might escalate his anger but you decide to be honest, for the first time, towards him. You tell him everything, from how much you were stressed because of him prioritizing you over everything to how bad you felt because your love no matter how big always felt small infront of his. How imperfect you were for him while he was extremely good for you, how much you missed him and just how much you regretted your decision. You even told him he was being a jerk with his new habit of dating and hooking up with rich spoilt daughters.
Renjun listens to you, patiently like he’s been waiting for this moment since forever. He seems to understand or atleast is trying to.
“Kind girls make me puke,” he says in defense, “they always reminded me of you and how you broke me.”
“I am kind?”
“You are, just not to this asshole.”
“ I find this asshole attractive though. He makes me want to punish him.” Renjun smiles,finally, sending a relief along your tensed muscles.
“Why did you leave me you fucking cutie. It didn’t matter that I loved you more because your love always felt enough. You don’t seem to know because you have never seen yourself through my eyes. I have always seen how beautiful you are and how much you care about me. The things you do for me out of love always gave me butterflies y/n but when you left, I just couldn’t understand where it went wrong. I started hating myself and hating you for making me hate my growth. This zoo has never had butterflies since you left.”
You look at him, allowing yourself a weak giggle with tears flowing on your flushed cheeks.
“So you hate me?” You ask.
“ Why do women always give emphasis to that one negative?” Renjun sighs, “ I said I hated you for making me hate myself not that I "hated you” if that makes any sense.“
"It makes absolute sense to me,” you say as you grab his shirt and pull him towards you. “I love you, Huang Renjun.”
“Oh! The zoo just got filled,” the man jokes reviving your heart from the bottom of your soul. “ I love you, Y/n” He confesses, his soothing voice sounding like melody to your ears.
Renjun slides his palms across your cheeks, now cupping your face, he smiles. He gently plants a small kiss on your lips and pulls away in an instant. “Damn I missed this” he says tracing his thumb across your lower lip.
“I love you most” you murmur making the guy lose all the strength in his limbs. You wrap your hands around his neck while he keeps you close to him holding you up by your waist. He kisses you and you kiss him back, your lips molding perfectly into each other, you both pause in between to catch your breaths. Both of you don’t seem to give up so you continue to kiss, warm air brushing against each other’s faces. You realize how much you have missed this man.
“Renjun,” your voice hoarse, you whisper against his ear as you stop, resting your head on his shoulder. “The red thongs, why do you want to buy them?” You ask finally gaining the composure to speak.
“They looked sexy on you, it was driving me mad.” You feel a tingly sensation at his response. Running your hands across his hair, you plant a kiss on his collar bone.
“Please tell me you are wearing it right now y/n, I would like to check if you mind?” He waits for you to consent, his hand waiting on your bare back ever ready to unhook your bra. His eyes plead like a child.
“ Could we go to your room?” You wanted to say yes right away but your body was aching from trying to support itself onto your boyfriend’s tall figure. Renjun gleamed in happiness, immediately picking you up in his arms. He takes you to his bed.
Undressing Renjun first, he then helps you take off the only clothing that is hiding your divine body; revealing yourself to your man.
Welcome to GLITCH MODE; an rpg starring none other than the nct dream members! In each mission, you will take on the role of a new character and play through the story quest to reach the end!
[MAIN MENU]: from controllers and professional gaming pc’s, to head sets and twitch subs— the boys have it all. competitive, smart and ever ready to win, they begin to realize that there’s another prize lying out in the real world for them, the prize of your heart.
[SETTINGS]: fluff, angst, gamer! au, streamer! au, various trope pairings, fluff, angst, comedy, romance, suggestive, food, profanity, etc. warnings and themes will be added with every individual fic.
[DURATION]: speedrun: 3k | playthrough: 9k
[NEW GAME]:START(latest release)
▸ | na jaemin
version:streamer! jaemin, gamer! jaemin, friends with benefits au, profanity, fluff, slight comedy, angst duration:tba closed beta test: Na Jaemin has always been player 1, the one at the top of the player chart with all the wins and everything he could possibly want. Being the best sometimes got to his head and unfortunately for you, you were the girl who was hopelessly in love with him, eager to please. It’s sad really, the fact he only ever saw you as player 2.
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▸ | lee donghyuck
version: streamer! hyuck, gamer! hyuck, established relationship au, profanity, comedy, fluff, slight angst duration:tba closed beta test: Your boyfriend is sweet and considerate, always looking out for you and making sure to be there for you. You had met him in one of your college classes and although you had been with him for over two years, sometimes you wonder if he loved his PlayStation 5 more than he loved you.
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▸ | lee jeno
version:gamer! jeno, streamer! jeno, enemies to lovers but also friends to lovers, profanity, fluff, comedy, angst duration:tba closed beta test: Lee Jeno is the epitome of everything you could ever hate, and the feeling is mutual. You’ve competed in almost everything against each other, determined to gain the upper hand. On a totally unrelated note, that fun streamer you’re pretty good friends with is thinking about doing a face reveal.
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▸ | zhong chenle
version: gamer! chenle, streamer! chenle, friends to lovers, profanity, fluff, comedy, mutual pining, angst duration:tba closed beta test: Zhong Chenle wasn’t the type of guy to get nervous easily. He had known his worth ever since he was a little kid, so it wasn’t often that he found his palms sweating and words stumbling over each other. The only time that happened was when you were involved.
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▸ | mark lee
version: gamer! mark, streamer! mark, strangers to lovers, profanity, fluff, comedy, angst duration:tba closed beta test: Mark Lee was popular, there was no doubt about that. Being one of the most relevant twitch streamers tended to do that to you in the online world as well as the offline one. That popularity led to a plethora of people falling for his sweet demeanor and pretty smile, so you knew that winning his heart would be a challenging game it itself.
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▸ | huang renjun
version:gamer! renjun, streamer! renjun, exes to lovers, profanity, fluff, comedy, angst duration:tba closed beta test: You’re heard of crying in the club, now get ready for crying on your DS! There was only one person in the world who managed to get you doing that and it was none other than your darling ex-boyfriend; Huang Renjun. The world hates you though, because you end up having to compete against him in a gaming competition. Using a DS.
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▸ , | park jisung
version:gamer! jisung, streamer! jisung, best friends to lovers, profanity, fluff, comedy, angst, duration:tba closed beta test: Jisung was the complete opposite of you, he liked peaceful games like animal crossing and you liked league. He liked story based games and you liked horror. Too bad that he was head over heels for you, because if there was one this both his viewers and you liked to do, it was to make him suffer.
Themes: fluff, angst, comedy, lots of sexual tension, fuckboy! au, college! au, strangers to lovers, slight one sided enemies to lovers, dirty jokes, kissing, imagery, taeyong starts out as a bit of an asshole but we love to see character development
Warnings:profanity, food, alcohol consumption, making out, sexual tension, reader has a fear of heights, sexual innuendos and allusions/talk of sex but no sexual content whatsoever, suggestive, usage of pet names, angst
Wc:28.9k
Summary: Lee Donghyuck was the definition of a cockblocker, but you almost wished he could drag you away now as the infamous Lee Taeyong set his eyes on you, his new target. This shouldn’t have been a problem except for the fact that- oh! Didn’t you make out with him at that party last week?
Notes from brooke: I bring to you another self indulgent fic!! I had a lot of fun writing this and have been planning this fic for almost three months before I actually got to starting it, and I’m very pleased with how it’s turned out! Feedback would be much appreciated, and as always, happy reading<3
You were not a fan of Lee Donghyuck at the moment.
It was the weekend before your classes started for the new semester, your sophomore year of college. Now, what else was a twenty-something supposed to do on a lonesome Friday night other than celebrating what was possibly going to be her last day of complete freedom?
Oh myyyy G, this is sooo worth the wait. I always see Taeyong as a soft cuddly person unless he performs. But in this fic, I was able to imagine a different persona. Like cocky Taeyong and I want moreeeeeeeee
A/N: FINALLY!! I am back hehe also so sorry for being MIA :’)) i present this chapter as a peace offering hehe and possibly chapter 6 next week wheeeee~!
Jungwoo was in-charge of dinner duty that night. Not that you were complaining. It definitely eased some of your worries, especially when Ryujin and Minghao nearly burnt the kitchen down last week.
It was a simple space: plain white-tiled floors, wooden panels on the walls, with a marble countertop island separating the dining table from the cooking area. But in that small space, everyone was organized and tidy, in an unconscious type of way. The kind of way you would expect from people who’d worked together multiple times before.
Seungcheol helped Jungwoo by the stove, you and Sooyoung were cutting up the vegetables, Ryujin and Minghao set up the table (after the last week, everyone just agreed never to let them near an open fire). Lee stood back, fearing his addition to whatever system everyone was running on would disrupt the workflow.
A/N: FINALLY!! I am back hehe also so sorry for being MIA :’)) i present this chapter as a peace offering hehe and possibly chapter 6 next week wheeeee~!
Jungwoo was in-charge of dinner duty that night. Not that you were complaining. It definitely eased some of your worries, especially when Ryujin and Minghao nearly burnt the kitchen down last week.
It was a simple space: plain white-tiled floors, wooden panels on the walls, with a marble countertop island separating the dining table from the cooking area. But in that small space, everyone was organized and tidy, in an unconscious type of way. The kind of way you would expect from people who’d worked together multiple times before.
Seungcheol helped Jungwoo by the stove, you and Sooyoung were cutting up the vegetables, Ryujin and Minghao set up the table (after the last week, everyone just agreed never to let them near an open fire). Lee stood back, fearing his addition to whatever system everyone was running on would disrupt the workflow.
A/N: Thank you to @actually-vl who literally just sent in an ask saying “size training with Jeno” and my mind ran with it :] Special thanks to @horanghoe and the baby @flowerboykun for reading through this for meeee!
“Jeno~ Jeno, please. Come on,” you whined, your thighs trembling and threatening to close around your boyfriend lying between them on his stomach, “Please. Just the tip. I want it, please.” “It won’t fit, baby,” he tried to soothe you, pressing a kiss to your clit that made you jerk away from him, the little bundle of nerves overly sensitive from how long he had already played with you. “It will. Please, I want it so bad,” you all but cried, throwing your head back in frustration. “I don’t want to hurt you, angel. You know what happened last time when we tried.”
Objectively you still knew how much it had hurt and remembered really well that no matter how much lube you had used or how many praises Jeno had whispered at you, it simply would not fit. But subjectively you just really, really needed his stupidly big cock inside you right now and not some stupid plastic toy. “Need it,” you hiccuped, burying your hands in his dark hair to tug at the soft strands to get your desperation across to your stubborn boyfriend, “Need you to be inside of me so fucking bad.” “Fuck, baby,” Jeno cursed, fucking the dark blue toy faster inside you, twisting his wrist so it would drive exactly into the bundle of nerves that made you see stars and moan his name out loud. “Wish it was my cock making you moan like that,” he sighed, busying his lips with messily sucking your clit between them, the taste of the cherry-flavored lube strong on his tongue and the slick sound the dildo was making loud in his ears. “Please give it to me, fuck, Jeno,” you stuttered, the grip in his hair tightening as you felt the knot in your stomach winding tighter and tighter, “Wanna cum on your cock. I wanna feel it inside me so badly. Please. Please give it to me.”
In lieu of an answer, your boyfriend simply fucked the toy inside you as far as he was able to, the flared base sitting snug against your core. The sudden feeling of such utter and complete fullness had your nerve endings set alight, frying your brain as you threw your head back with a loud cry of pleasure as your legs shook around Jeno’s frame. He on the other hand couldn’t take his eyes off of you, drinking in the sight of complete bliss on your beautiful features as he firmly held onto the base of the dildo to keep it in place. If he got to see you in such ecstasy over the pleasure he was able to make you feel with the plastic toy, he didn’t even mind that he wasn’t able to make you feel that with his cock instead which only throbbed painfully at the mere thought of eventually being wrapped up in your tight heat. Biting his tongue to keep a row of profanities from slipping, Jeno slowly kissed his way up your body instead, keeping his lips pressed to your skin to worship every centimeter he was passing. “Hmmm, how does that feel, baby?” Jeno rasped into your ear before he gently bit into the shell, his strong body radiating heat where he had you caged against the mattress. “So full. Feel so full,” you blabbered breathlessly as if you were able to feel the dildo up in your throat. “That already makes you feel full, princess?” Jeno went on, raking his teeth down your pulse and over the bruises he couldn’t stop himself from sucking onto your skin before, leaving goosebumps in his wake that had you shiver. To emphasize his words, he barely pushed and pulled the toy inside you, grinding it as deep inside you as it would go. “So full,” you sobbed, a single tear rolling down your cheek when he lowered his body down onto yours, letting you feel the full length of his cock as he gently rutted against you. “You’re not ready for it yet,” he whispered, his voice sounding more strained than before as he stained the skin of your stomach with his precum. Jeno’s self-control was only so strong and having you trembling and moaning beneath him took its toll on him to the point where he just had to take some of the edge off or he swore he’d just explode. “But I want it.” “I know you do, baby. I know you just want to be fucked stupid on my big cock.” “Jeno, please,” you whined, trying to convince him by wrapping your legs around him, completely forgetting that that would dislodge the dildo still inside you so it easily slipped back out, staining the towel laid out beneath you even more.
“Oh baby,” Jeno only chuckled darkly when colorful curses and moans fell past your lips, your core clenching around nothing and begging him to fill it up with his fingers or his cock. “Want it,” you pouted, reaching between your bodies to wrap a hand around his cock, jerking it slowly even if you couldn’t fully close your fist around him, “And I know you want it too.” “And I will fuck you when you’re ready for it,” he groaned when you guided the tip of his cock to your dripping core, teasing yourself and him alike. And god, how badly he simply wanted to thrust his hips forward right now to bury himself in your tight heat. But seeing you cry over his cock not out of pleasure but out of pain once was already one time too often in his book and he never wanted to make you cry like that ever again. Not if he could help it. “But I want it now,” you argued, pressing your hips up against him, the pressure against your entrance already feeling better than what any toy ever had. “It won’t fit like this,” he gritted out between his teeth, his eyes screwed shut and teeth digging into his lower lip, the pain keeping him grounded so he wouldn’t simply give in and just shove his cock inside you. “Just the tip,” you purred, slapping the fat head of his cock against your wetness. “I’ll hurt you, stop it.” “It’s not that much bigger than the toy.” “Oh?” That comment had Jeno snap his eyes open, a mischievous sparkle in them, “It’s not?”
“Jen- wha-“ “Shhh,” he shushed you when he leaned back, quickly grabbing something from your bedside table as well as from the box you stored all your toys in. “Listen closely, darling,” Jeno rasped, sitting back on his haunches, “This,” he grabbed the dildo he had just fucked you with, still glistening with your essence and the lube alike, and aligned it with your body, “Is how deep that just went.” To emphasize, he unscrewed the lipstick he must have grabbed from the nightstand and drew a line on your lower stomach. “And this,” he grinned as he lined up his cock right next to the mark, “This is the real deal.” Shit. The mark he drew on reached just past your belly button. “And now, I’ll fuck you with this until you scream for me,” Jeno spoke lowly, showing you the pink dildo he had grabbed from the box which was somewhere between the other toy and his cock in terms of length and thickness. Bigger than anything he had fucked you with before and it made your heartbeat pick up because it meant that you were one step closer to having his cock actually inside you.
“Give it some more time and you’ll get my cock to stretch you open like that,” he promised darkly, intently watching your face for any sign of discomfort as he slowly fucked the new toy inside you, imagining how your face would screw up when it was finally his cock stretching you open. “So big,” you groaned, harshly gripping onto his biceps. “We can always go back to the smaller one,” Jeno immediately tried to soothe you, pressing sweet kisses on your cheeks. After all, his number one priority was to make you feel good and if he’d have to wait a little longer before your body was able to accept him, he was okay with that. “No. No, I want this one,” you immediately argued, taking a deep breath to get rid of the tension in your body, knowing that it didn’t help with the stretch. “Such a good girl for me,” your boyfriend started to shower you in praise, slowly moving the toy to get you used to the size while kissing down your body again, paying extra attention to your sensitive areas.
“Jeno,” you gasped, arching into his every touch. “Relax for me,” was the only thing he said before going back to kiss and lick your clit while slowly working up a rhythm with the toy that had you moaning and begging for more in no time at all.
dotae’s entire relationship is a high school enemies to lovers bl anime, i’m just saying
i had to do it to ‘em
pretty boy // lee taeyong // kim doyoung
fluff, high school au, lee taeyong x kim doyoung wc: 1180 cw: language
Taeyong hates avoiding people.
Mostly because he’s bad at it, not because there’s any guilt involved with deceiving people for his own convenience. There’s a whole multitude of people he wishes he could wipe off the face of the earth, or more realistically, avoid on a daily basis—namely his neighbour’s twelve-year-old emo son, the annoying bitch at Starbucks who always misspells his name, and Mrs. Kwak, who took five marks off of his last exam for ‘bad penmanship.’ And there’s one other person who occasionally makes the list, but he’s a special case; we’ll get to that in a second.
Taeyong’s bad at, well, being bad. That’s not to say he’s a stickler for rules, and god forbid he turns into a teacher’s pet when there are already so many around him. Frankly, he doesn’t care about the rules. And he’s been in the dean’s office enough times to know exactly how many warts she has on her face (5, as of recently). Taeyong’s one, very critical issue with being a rule-breaker is his lack of typical bad boy charisma. Hell, with a pretty face and large brown eyes that can make any girl swoon, he can’t just walk into class with his tie undone and expect to get away with it. It’s rather concerning: just how many people he’s tricked into thinking he’s the student body president, when he hasn’t spoken a single word to any of them.
It extends to beyond just school—which brings us back, full circle, to the certain somebody he’s been avoiding like the plague.
About a half hour after the final bell, he’s on his way home, just about to safely pass the music room. Avoiding him is comparable to sneaking around a boss in a video game, or walking behind a random NPC so you don’t waste three full minutes in a meaningless cutscene. He knows he’s bad at it: all skittish and nervous, like a horse ready to bolt at the first sign of danger. He keeps his head down and darts past the few students left in the hallway, simply praying the person in question is already in the music room, not waiting around to cut him off.
And even if he sees him, maybe he won’t recognize him immediately… right? It’s the middle of winter, so he’s got a beanie covering his hair and a scarf wrapped around his neck. It all fogs up his glasses when he breathes, but it’s probably for the better. One more thing to obstruct his face from view.
“Lee Taeyong.”
Well,fuck.
He stops dead in his tracks, knowing full well: he’s been caught.
There’s no sneaking around the final boss—the final boss being Kim Doyoung. President of the music council, resident master of ceremonies, teacher’s pet extraordinaire, and above all, the bane of Taeyong’s love life. The bane, or maybe the saviour, it’s really a matter of perspective. If Doyoung wasn’t so insufferable and dead set on making Taeyong’s life hell (affectionately, he hopes), he would’ve been Taeyong’s first proper love interest after his two-month fling with Nakamoto Yuta in sophomore year.
Doyoung’s pretty, Taeyong cannot deny it. He’s just a little taller than Taeyong, all long-limbed but still elegant, with jet hair and deep brown eyes. There’s something soft and innocent about his appearance—his hair’s always neatly combed and he’s always in a proper, pristine uniform—but Taeyong knows he hides rebellion beneath his usual appearance. Venture out into the woods after school, and you’ll find him with a select group of students, doing god-knows-what (though it usually ends with a bong and a verylate night). Doyoung likes to follow the rules at school, but will be the first to break them the moment he’s off school property.
“Hi,” Taeyong mumbles, unconsciously shuffling backwards when Doyoung approaches.
“Hi,” Doyoung drawls mockingly, visibly pleased by his catch; a week-long game of cat and mouse, hide and seek, and he finally has Taeyong where he wants him. “It’s been awhile since I last saw you, Yongie. Where have you been? Were you sick?”
“No,” Taeyong grunts. “Actually, I’m gonna miss my bus if I don’t get going, so maybe we can catch up a little later?”
Doyoung seems unimpressed by the choice of lie. There were definitely much better choices Taeyong could’ve gone for. Homework, midterms, his mom berating him all the time… he could’ve said his cat got chlamydia and died, and Doyoung would’ve at least fake-simpered over it for a moment before continuing with his torment. “The 189 bus doesn’t leave until five, Yongie. That’s in an hour.”
“Well, you’ve got band,” Taeyong says, nodding at the instrument case dangling from Doyoung’s hands. “I think you’re gonna be late.”
Doyoung hesitates, as if seriously considering it. After all, he hasn’t missed a single practice—as the principal flutist of the school orchestra and president of the music council, he can’t afford to. Taeyong doesn’t doubt the conductor relies on his expertiseandexperienceto lead practices, because even the subject teachers turn to his insufferable ass for help sometimes; he hopes mentioning it is enough to get Doyoung off of his case. Just for a day. One day, so he can figure out what the hell he’s going to do from here.
But to his dismay, Doyoung promptly drops his flute case in Taeyong’s hands and tilts his head curiously. “Hm.”
Taeyong fumbles with the instrument, and Doyoung glares at him. “That little hunk of metal is worth two grand and my entire college scholarship. Don’t drop it, pretty boy.”
Pretty boy. Taeyong hates it, but he still reacts viscerally.
“You know what I think?” Doyoung asks, taking a slight step forward so Taeyong can practically smell the cologne lingering on his uniform jacket. Something simple, but expensive, Taeyong thinks, and catches himself leaning toward the smell. God, he really is down horrendous for this boy.
Doyoung grins. “I think you’ve been avoiding me, pretty boy.”
“I don’t avoid people,” Taeyong says with a shake of his head. “I’m bad at it.”
“Evidently,” Doyoung agrees, then reaches up to pull the hat off of Taeyong’s head. “So maybe you should stop doing it, hm? Stop taking your lunch outside and come sit with me. Stop running off right after class.” A breathless laugh. “Did you really think I wouldn’t notice?”
Taeyong lets out a quiet exhale, once again fogging up the circular lenses of his glasses. Before he can even register what’s happening, Doyoung’s pulling them off of him, leaning in close to get a better look at him. He’s mere inches away, and Taeyong doesn’t know if he wants to slap him or kiss him. Probably the latter, but he doesn’t have the time or balls for that. Dammit, he’s not a coward, he should just do it, put a stop to the endless games and take charge—but by the time that thought crosses his mind, Doyoung’s already taken his instrument back and gone on his way.
“See you around, pretty boy.”
Taeyong puts his glasses and hat back on, walking away in utter shame.
SYNOPSIS. Best friends since childhood just don’t become lovers overnight. Sometimes, there are speed bumps along the way. One is that you are secretly in love with Jeno who is smitten with someone else, more specifically, your pretty roommate. And the other is that he asked you to be his fake girlfriend in order to gain your roommate’s attention. No other sane person would say yes to a situation like this but then again, you weren’t sane, to begin with. In situations like this, you wonder how much of a fool you were with going through this plan. In situations like this, Lee Jeno thinks it’s quite nice to have a friend like you.
heartbreak prince | you are in love | cruel summer | how you get the girl
You’re halfway through your first semester of college and you are stillnot a morning person. You have had difficulty waking up in the morning since you were a kid; because you weren’t living at home anymore, Lee Jeno had the honor of being your daily wake-up call. It should’ve been your sweet roommate’s job but Choi Ara’s voice wasn’t enough to keep your eyes open. Jeno, on the other hand, could make his voice boom throughout the room if he wanted to. Being someone who was at your side since you were eight, he had done it many times before in the past. You could recall the countless times he did it during the weekends while growing up, his voice ringing in your ear as he shoved you off the bed.
Now, it’s a little different. One word out of his mouth—whether soft or loud—and your eyelids are fluttering open. Maybe it’s because you’re used to his voice.
“Good morning, beautiful.”
Or maybe, it’s because you love him.
Deep in your sleep, you didn’t hear or feel the vibrations of your phone when he texted you. You didn’t hear the sound of your dorm room swinging open or your roommate greeting him with a smile. But you did hear him. Just him.
You rub the sleep away from your eyes as you stretch and try to adjust to how bright the room is. The lights are on and Ara is humming away by her makeshift vanity on top of her dresser. Like always, she looks pretty and you can’t help but frown at how effortlessly gorgeous she is in a crewneck, biker shorts, and a cap. You shouldn’t feel this way but you’re secretly filled with envy. The insecurities inside you continue to build up as your eyes remain on her.
The trance you’re in is broken by someone clearing their throat. “I said, good morning, beautiful,” a deep voice calls from your open door.
Your head turns and lands on Jeno—who like your equally beautiful roommate—looks effortlessly handsome. His hair is neatly styled and his defined chest is covered by a button-down shirt; you hold back a swoon. In his hands is a cup of coffee—medium roast, hazelnut creamer, and three Splendas—and a croissant, your usual order from the cafe down the block. It had been your order since high school; it was almost impossible for Jeno to get it wrong.
The boyish grin he wears combined with the sass in his words makes you roll your eyes from underneath the hoodie you wore. Your best friend’s hoodie to be exact, one that had his name and old high school ice hockey jersey number printed on the back. Back during your senior year, he had lent it to you for Senior Night. The tradition was for a senior’s significant other to wear it during the game to show support. Since he had none, it had been handed to you. It was also a favorite of yours, so instead of asking for it back, Jeno merely let you take it home and never return it. Besides, the player thought you looked cute with the hood thrown up and the strings tied in a bow to keep your head warm in the arena. Why would he take back something that only highlighted your cuteness?
“Feel far from that but thanks for the coffee, Jen,” you reply with a yawn that you cover with a sweater paw.
You slip out of bed and take the coffee from his hands. The boy leans against the door frame, watching you as you take a long sip of the caffeinated delight you held in your palms.
“You’re welcome,” he whispers as he pushes your messy hair out of your face. The action makes you hum.
“You are a godsend,” you sigh as the warmth takes over your body. You can already feel the caffeine kicking in to wake you up.
Jeno chuckles, the sound of his lower register making your heart slow down for a moment and speed up the next. He kisses your temple in the sweetest way and you lean into his comforting side as he does so. The press of his soft lips lingers long enough for your roommate to see when she leaves the room to head to her first class of the day.
“Wow, wish I had a cute boy to bring me coffee in the morning,” Ara dramatically sighs with her book bag in hand as Jeno pulls you closer into a good morning hug.
You find yourself snuggling into his firm chest, basking in his scent. The fabric of his button-down shirt cools your heated face and you want to remain in this position. His arms always feel like a safe haven to you but the sound of his rapid heartbeat tears that feeling of security away. You bite your lip harshly as it grows faster and faster; the iron taste of blood mixes with your sweetened coffee.
“I have a couple of cute guys you could be interested in!” you yell down the hall. Ara simply raises a manicured middle finger while walking away, the length of her ponytail swinging with each step she takes.
As soon as your roommate is out of sight, Jeno lets you go and wordlessly hands you your warm croissant. Another frown takes over your bleeding lip as his gaze lingers on the door Ara just walked through.
“Do you think Ara bought it?” he asks as he rips his sight from her disappearing figure.
“I mean, she’s clearly jealous of us,” you reply as you take a bite out of your croissant. “Ten points to us, I guess.”
“Do you think this will work?”
You open the door to fully let him into your room. Jeno follows behind you, kicking the door closed with his foot. “No, I think this is the stupidest plan in the entire universe. There are other ways to make a girl notice you, you know.”
“Yeah but you went with my stupid plan anyway,” Jeno replies cheekily as he plops onto your soft bed.
He hugs one of your pillows, infiltrating your space with his signature scent, and closes his eyes. His hair flops backward to uncover his forehead and the sun hits his handsome, almost princely face so perfectly that your eyes have no choice but to follow his every move. With each second your stare lingers on his features, your heart forms another crack. It had been breaking for a while now, the reason being the person in front of you: your best friend, the prince of your imaginary fairy tale, and the secret owner of your heart.
“Well then, I guess I’m just as stupid as you are, Lee Jeno,” you say with a smile that only showcases how deeply your heart is aching.
No other person can go along with his idiotic plan. Then again, it wouldn’t have been believable any other way. You’re one of the only girls Jeno was close to. He never showed any interest in the past in others and the other girl he shared close relations with, Yeeun, is like an older sister to him more than anything else.
The thing is you went along with his stupid because you’re stupidly in love with your best friend. As desperate as this sounds, if fake dating Lee Jeno is the only way you can have him as your own for a little bit, then you’ll gladly take it. At least he is yours to hold so terribly near for a while.
“At least we can be stupid together.”
At least he is yours.
“Yeah,” you laugh, taking another sip of your coffee to disguise the bitterness seeping through your lips. Your mother always told you that if you played stupid games, then it would result in stupid prizes. You finally understand what she meant. “Together.”
AUTHOR’S NOTE. Here’s the first part of my four (maybe, five) part series <3 I hope y’all enjoy it! I decided to re-write it because I noticed that my writing has improved over the years and there was so much more to add to that little timestamp <3
