pairing: ex!jaehyun x afab!reader
words: 9.2k+
summary: you left with jaehyun’s son three years ago. an opportunity arises that may push you together for better or for worse.
genre: angst, fluff, smut
warnings: penetrative sex, rough sex, public sex, daddy kink, pussy eating, cum eating, creampies, breeding kink, spanking, possessiveness, some yandere vibes
strangers to fwb to lovers w/ plug!jaemin ft. bestie shotaro
summary: when your longtime bestie and plug moves out of town, he recommends one of his buddies to fill your weed needs. jaemin is glad to deliver that and maybe even more.
pt. 2 here
wc: 9.1k 18+ mdni
cw: weed/marijuana use, sex under the influence of weed, protected/unprotected penetrative sex, oral, 69, shotgunning, soft dom!jaemin, some angst & misunderstandings, jealous reader and jaemin, comforting from jaemin, jaemin calls reader baby & angel, gn!afab!reader, he has a pull out couch, strawberry cough is an actual weed strain i recommend it :)
wc: 4.6k
pairing: jeno x fem!reader
cw: smut, bsf!jeno, friends to lovers, non idol au, haunted attractions, reader has coulrophobia (a fear of clowns), use of fake blood, (soft)dom!jeno, teasing, pet names, multiple orgasms, choking, manhandling, spanking, fingering, praise kink, oral sex (receiving/giving), protected sex, aftercare…pretty sure that’s it
You could hear the screams coming from inside as you and your friends moved up in the line. You nervously bounced on the balls of your feet, glancing at every person passing, keeping an eye out for the horror actors who were going around jump-scaring patrons.
Jeno noticed you become more anxious, unable to stop fidgeting.
"You're not too thrilled about this, are you?" he asks.
"What would make you say that?" you furrow your brows, clearly unaware of it written all over you.
"You seem a little on edge."
"What? No, I'm fine-" You turn to find the presence you felt creeping up behind you. You're face to face with a clown mask and almost jump out of your skin, letting out a small shriek.
But hearing Haechan's laugh, your fear quickly turns into anger as the boy pulls the mask away.
"Donghyeok, I swear I'm gonna fucking-" You lunged at him, only to be stopped by two strong arms.
"We don't need you laying him out here in the park before we even get to the door," Jeno says.
You grumbled, "Fine but if he's missing from the headcount after this you know what happened," you glared at the Gemini, flipping him off as he stuck his tongue out at you.
"You know we don't have to do this you know, you and I can get off the line now." Jeno offers you one last out as the line continues to grow behind you.
"I know. I'll be fine. I just hate clowns," you peer over Jeno's shoulder at the actor in the clown costume standing across the lot, scaring other passersby in the park.
"I won't let anything happen to you, alright? I promise." Jeno says reassuringly.
Based on the songs Circa 2015 and Rainbow Bap by Jaden Smith
Pairing: badboy!jisung x Reader
Genre: smut, fluff, angst
Au/Tropes: high school, strangers to lovers
Word Count: 12.5K
Warnings: swearing, jealous Jisung, car sex (kind of), dom jisung?, reckless driving,
a/n: this took me months to write because i kept forgetting about it. The ending was really rushed and i may or may not rewrite it. Its also not proof read so forgive me
synopsis — Haechan is notorious for his pranks. Who can forget about the one time the campus fountain was bleeding red? You were weary of never getting on his wrong side, but when you get to know him better, it seems like behind all that front he's a sweet and caring guy. That is until you get a bucket of water dunked on you straight after he promised he wouldn't pull something on you. You're not only pissed that he had fooled you like this, but that he chose such a simple prank.
pairing - haechan x fem!reader
genre - university!au, (one-sided) enemies, strangers to friends to lovers, slow burn, very slice of life, eventual smut (MDNI)
Wc - 11.6k
content - clubbing scene, reader is drunk at one point, random idols mentioned, university settings
warnings: mentions of throwing up (nothing too detailed)
a/n - hi lovelies <3 heres the first part to getting even!!! while i was writing the story i noticed it was getting very long (and i still have like... five more scenes to write lol) so i thought of getting this out first ^^ not a lot happens here but stay tuned for the next part because.. a lot.. happens there hehe. i hope you enjoy readingggg!!
part i. lee taemin once said his ideal meet-cute is a girl running him over with her car <3
First off, to set the record straight—
You are not a bad driver.
There just so happened to be a bad thunderstorm, and your windshield wipers happened to malfunction, and you happened to lightly tap someone with the front of your beat-up Toyota Prius. Honestly, the person probably did more damage to your car that’s one airbag deployment away from spontaneous combustion than the car could ever do to him.
However, for some reason, the blurry figure that you can barely make out through the onslaught of rainfall doesn’t seem to be getting up off the ground.
Hurriedly putting your car in park, you clamber out in a panic as water pelts you in the face like one of those super strong hoses set on sprinkler mode. Without even asking if the person is okay, you lift him up by the shoulders and shake him violently.
“Oh my God, please don’t die! I literally can’t afford to pay for someone’s funeral right now,” you wail.
pairing: enemy!jaemin x female reader genre: smut, college!au warnings: swearing, drinking, oral (fem receiving), fingering, squirting, unprotected sex, creampie. word count: 3.7k a/n: for jaemin’s 20th!! i know school doesn’t run in august but let’s pretend it does! i wanted this to be school themed! ^^
summary: you had first began to hate the most popular boy in your major, na jaemin, after a petty quarrel in your freshman year. a couple years have passed since then, and you still gag whenever you hear his name. you and your best friend, renjun, were dragged into attending his 20th birthday party by his friends, mark and jeno. upon entering the frat house, you were irritated and immediately looked for a place that could provide you some peace and quiet. you found comfort in the only unoccupied room of the house, which happened to be the room of, guess who? *wink*
“jeno, get your hands off of me or i’ll…!”
“or you’ll what, renjun?” jeno smirked. he had renjun’s wrist clasped tightly in his grip, practically kidnapping him into mark’s car.
“ugh, fine! i’ll go, i’ll go. now let go of me.” he rolled his eyes, and sighed in relief when jeno finally released his hold.
“what about you, y/n?” called out the boy in the drivers seat, mark. “you coming to jaemin’s party?”
“she’s coming.” jeno decided. his muscular arms wrapped around your waist and he picked you up, waddling you over to the backseat with renjun.
“what? jeno, i-i didn’t even agree!”
“well, you didn’t disagree.” he shot his famous eyesmile at you before closing the door. you tried to open it, but you couldn’t, even if you switched the lock on the handle countless times. jeno muttered while he buckled up, “child lock.”
“are you fucking kidding me, mark? why in the world do you have child lock on? are you kidnapping people or something?” you crossed your arms.
“yeah, actually. we’ve been kidnapping our friends all night.” he laughed. he shifted the gears to drive, and started to maneuver out of the parking lot of the japanese restaurant across campus. “i know you aren’t jaemin’s biggest fan, but come on, y/n. it’s more fun with you around.”
you and renjun had initially planned to get some takeout from your favourite food joint in the city. you were just gonna get some tempura and head back into the student’s centre to study. though renjun was part of the same fraternity that jaemin, mark and jeno were in, he was adamant that he didn’t want to attend the birthday celebration. everyone in mark’s car historically got along pretty well, but jaemin… he was the only problem.
unlike renjun, jaemin wasn’t much of a social butterfly. he didn’t join many clubs, and he rarely ever attended parties unless the duo in front of you dragged him to one. renjun and jaemin were always either top one or two of your major, so naturally, jaemin was his mortal enemy. the only thing he joined since freshman year was basketball and his fraternity. he was known for three things; having the respectable role as a point guard, being smart as shit despite looking like he doesn’t care, and hooking up with the prettiest girls on campus without even trying.
mark explained to you how jaemin didn’t even want a party to begin with, but the rest of the fraternity begged him until he said yes. everyone on campus knew jaemin, but he knew almost nobody. he only knew faces, and regarded people as “the guy with the blue backpack” or “the girl i fucked last tuesday.” you weren’t even sure if he knew your name, the girl that wouldn’t let him see the light of day during a quarrel in a chemistry lab. you both had been lab partners, arguing about who had broken a burette during a first year titraition. it was him, of course, not you, but the lab coordinator believed him because he had far better grades, and a far better reputation to the chemistry department professors.
the party was nothing short of extravagant. not luxurious extravagant, but crazy, messy, loud type of extravagant. you didn’t know exactly where jaemin was, but you caught a glimpse of him talking to his guests, running his hands through his brown hair. he had on some comfy trousers with a white, loose longsleeve underneath his basketball jersey, his last name ‘na’ and his number, ‘13′ on the back. there was writing all over it, such as ‘happy birthday’ or ‘the birthday boy,’ and a ton of signatures.
the party was nothing short of extravagant. not luxurious extravagant, but crazy, messy, loud type of extravagant. you didn’t know exactly where jaemin was, but you caught a glimpse of him talking to his guests, running his hands through his brown hair. he had on some comfy trousers with a white, loose longsleeve underneath his basketball jersey, his last name ‘na’ and his number, ‘13′ on the back. there was writing all over it, such as ‘happy birthday’ or ‘the birthday boy,’ and a ton of signatures.
you wanted to just sit and watch renjun, mark and jeno play their game of beer pong with other boys from the fraternity, but you couldn’t stand how the basketball team shooting guard, lucas wong, kept trying to flirt with you. not to mention, he was also your ex boyfriend. jeno whispered to you privately that you could go and hang out with other people, or if you wanted, mark could drive you home early before he got the chance to take his first drink. they apologized for having brought you there in the first place, but you said it was alright and shrugged it off. you assured them that you were okay and that you’d just hang around elsewhere in the house.
with a beer in your hand, you wandered around the house for a quiet place to enjoy some alcohol by yourself. eventually, you were able to press your ear against a door that seemed void. every other room echoid noises of laughing or clapping - the sounds of you-know-what. the room you chose was moderately clean, the only thing that you could nitpick at were the opened books, loose papers, half-opened laptop and writing utensils on the study table. you looked at the homework, tilting your head at the familiarity. virology. you actually hadn’t finished your virology research; it was due in two whole days anyway. it seemed like the owner of the room you had stumbled across was diligent, worked ahead, and perhaps in the same major as you.
you were curious about the findings on the printed research article in your view. “86% of active males in the study were seen to have increased macrophage count, resulting in-”
“in increased sentinel defense against viruses such as-“
“holy shit!” you backed away, your legs stumbling on the study chair. you nearly fall down, but jaemin (yes, jaemin) catches you with one arm. you blink at him as he looks at you in an expression of what you assumed to be displeasure. you manage to stutter out, “um… um, is this your room?”
“yeah,” he rolled his eyes. “i saw you walk up the stairs and sneak in here. what do you think you’re doing?”
“ugh, you of all people. i just wanted to drink somewhere quiet.”
“are the other rooms occupied?”
“yeah, very occupied. if you know what i mean.”
he sighed and looked around, making sure you weren’t hiding anyone to occupy the room with. he let go of your waist and trusted that you were there alone. he began to put away his work. “if you’re gonna stay in here, i have to supervise you.”
“for what? it’s not like i’d steal anything.”
“i’m sure you wouldn’t, but knowing you, you’d break something.” he chuckled. you realized he was referring to the iconic, freshman titration lab burette; the one thing that made you hate jaemin for almost three years.
“hey! don’t get me started on that, you were the one-”
“i thought we’ve settled whose fault it was,” he smiled at you sarcastically. “it was yours. end of story. you were supposed to be holding the burette but you were off flirting with some guy beside you.”
“huh? do you hear yourself? why the hell would you unscrew the clamp if you knew i wasn’t even holding it? it’s your fault that it fell! and i wasn’t flirting! i was asking for their results so that we could compare our answer!”
“even the lab coordinator said it was your fault. remind me who paid the $75 for compensation?”
“fuck you, na jaemin. it should’ve been you.”
he laughed and closed the door behind him, slightly muting the sounds of the music from downstairs. “honestly, i admit it should’ve been me. it was just really amusing to see you pissed off.” he foraged into his drawer beside his bed, opened a mini safe and took out a hundred dollar bill. “here. $75 for the burette, and $25 because i feel bad for the enjoyment i’ve had while watching you argue with the lab coordinator.”
“wow, thanks.” you rolled your eyes. “it’s fine, i don’t need it.” you pushed jaemin’s hand away.
you sat down at the end of his bed, looking up at the cieling above you. there were white, almost translucent stars taped all over his cieling. “are those…”
jaemin looked up to figure out what you were looking at, and let out an “oh,” before commanding to his google home mini, “okay google, turn off the lights,” and soon enough his room basked in darkness, with only a dim nightlight and the glow from the stars on the cieling brightening the room.
“woah, that’s so pretty, and so unexpected, especially from you.” you covered your mouth in shock. “did you put those up there?”
“yeah, last week.” jaemin opened the curtains of his window, allowing the moonlight to enter into his room. you were illuminated with the blues of the night while jaemin was silhouetted against the window. he turned around, took another gulp of his beer and sat on the ledge of the window, staring simply at you for what felt like infinity.
“what?” you asked. “is there something on my face?”
“mhm,” he replied. he gestured for you to come towards him. “come here.” you groaned as you forced yourself to stand up. as you stood in front of him, he brought his hand to your cheek. “one, two, three…”
“what are you doing?” you swatted his hand away from your face.
“counting your moles.” he put down his beer on the window ledge, and brought his hand back to your face while his other hand held onto your arm to prevent you from nudging him away. “they make you look gorgeous.”
you couldn’t tell if jaemin was being honest with you or if he was flirting. you decided to believe it was the latter. you were usually one to flirt with ease, but something about jaemin was so powerfully dominating. all you could do is gulp in nervousness. by the way your eyes wandered and avoided eye contact with his, and how you pursed your lips together, he could tell you were feeling uncomfortable. he changed the subject. “wanna sign my jersey?”
you cleared your throat. “um, sure. but what’s your coach gonna say when he sees all that sharpie on it?”
“oh, this is last year’s jersey. i have a new one for the new season. the team usually does this on birthdays, it’s tradition.” he gently moved you aside so that he could take a sharpie from his pencil holder on his desk.
you took the sharpie from him and bent down slightly to write ‘hbd, -y/n.’ while you rested your hand on his abdomen, you felt just how muscular he was, even through the fabric. as you wrote, you felt felt a bump, a ridge, a bump, and again, a ridge. the only experience you’ve had with jaemin’s abs would be everytime his team would finish practice; through the glass wall of the treadmill room while you would run, the boys would fool around, coming out of the basketball arena, sweating and laughing their tiredness away. the definition of his abs surely felt as real as they looked. as you finished, he tossed the sharpie right back into his pencil holder, he clearly was a point guard, alright.
in the awkward silence, you both drank from your beers while you sat on his bed. you didn’t dare to look at him, instead you looked straight into the wall in front of you. you could sense that he was eyeing you; not just your face this time, but your neck, arms, legs… anywhere that showed some skin.
“you’ve even got some on your arms,” he said. he held onto your arm and began counting, just as he did a few moments ago to your face. as he moved down from your shoulder, to your elbow, he stopped at your hand.
you turned to look at him, not realizing how close your faces were. he gazed up at you, his eyelashes fluttering. he wouldn’t dare disclose it, but he wanted you to give him a sign. he wanted you. he had forgotten your name, he had forgotten what your voice sounded like, or what your personality was like, until now. he could only remember having a brief crush on you in freshman year before you began to ignore him. for some reason, all of his emotions were resurfacing, the longer you looked him in the eye. you finally gave him what he was looking for when you intertwined your hand with his, pulling him closer to you.
first, he tilted his head slightly. then, he licked his lips. after that was history. you were making out with na jaemin, a guy you’ve hated since first year chemistry. you didn’t know that one day you’d end up weak by his aura, helpless by his words, locked in his lips, on top of his bed. jaemin reached for the beer bottle in between your bare thighs and put it on his nightstand, replacing it with his warm hands, contrasting with the coolness of the glass.
he pressed gently into your skin, rubbing endearingly. you held onto jaemin’s chest in front of you, scooting yourself closer and closer to him until you were essentially sitting on his lap. he moved his hand up your thigh, his fingers teasing your ass underneath your shorts. he squeezed, arousing a moan from you.
he broke away from the kiss and watched you in sinful lust. “really, y/n? did you have to sound that fucking hot?” he pushed you off of his lap and stood up to remove his longsleeve shirt along with his jersey. as you watched him, you palmed yourself overtop of your sweatshorts.
when jaemin realized what you were doing, his eyes expanded in excitement. “i gotta lock the door.” he hurriedly threw himself on top of you once again, clashing onto your lips. the taste of him and mixed with the beer on both of your tongues was something you never knew you would have had the privilege to experience. he aggressively removed your shorts, ripping your underwear in the process. “oh shit,” he said plainly.
“did you just…?”
“sorry,” he laughed.
“you’re so worried about me breaking things, when you’re the one who broke a burette, and now my panties?”
“god, let’s not argue about this too.” you felt his breath tickle your half-clothed core. “let’s try to solve this civilly.”
“by doing what? fucking?” you teased him. he simply nodded.
“quit talking and take that shirt off while i take a bite off of this meat,”
you removed your top and began to unclip your bra. he watched lovingly at your wet entrance as you throbbed, kissing the insides of your thighs, slowly approaching closer and closer to your heat. his first lick was painfully slow, and you threw your head back in anticipation.
“y/n, you’re so wet for me,” he cursed as he pressed his lips onto your clit. he stretched his arms to your breasts, gently pushing you down until your back was resting on his bed, telling you to relax. your hands lay on top of his while he squeezed at your nipples. you loved the way his tongue teased at your clit, but you wanted more.
“jaemin, can you finger me?” you timidly asked.
he stood up and hovered over your body, nibbling at your neck. his fingers ran up and down your creases, finally inserting one finger in. you moaned in delight. he pumped you a few times before making sure you could handle another finger, and another. he whispered sweet nothings into you ear as he rubbed your g-spot slowly.
“jaemin, p-please, i need you to go faster,” you begged.
without question, jaemin picked up the pace, and began to ram into you frenetically. his palm clapped against your clit, giving you further stimulation. you moaned his name repeatedly while he hummed in your ear, “you like that? tell me you like it, tell me how bad you want it,”
“so, so bad,” you let out. “oh my god, jaemin, i-” you quickly stopped him, gripping onto his wrist.
he took his fingers out of your hole instantly. “you okay? am i hurting you?”
“n-no, it felt really good! i just didn’t wanna make a mess on your bed, i was about to squirt-”
“i don’t care about that, y/n.” and with that, jaemin went back to what he was doing, curling his fingers at your g-spot, moving in and out of your slippery pussy.
“fuck, jaemin!” you screamed, reaching your high and spreading your juices all over his fingers, splattering on his abs, and staining his sheets.
“can you take a little more?” he asked. you were about to say you needed a break, but when he tugged the hem of his waistband, releasing his large cock, you had a change of mind.
he went into his drawer to get a condom, but with a devilish smile you interrupted him, “i’m on the pill.”
he climbed on his bed and rested his back on the headboard. he smiled at the way you examined the protruding veins. as you straddled him, you spat on your hand, lathering it on the head of his hard length, down to the base. you let jaemin taunt your entrance momentarily with his tip before finally pushing it inside of you. you gasped at the stretch.
“ride me,” jaemin demanded. he held onto the sides of your face while you slammed your hips down into his cock over and over again. your eyes were closed while you mewled cutely in front of him.
he kissed random places on your face and neck, but you realized that they weren’t so random; he was placing kisses on top of your moles.
“you’re so pretty, y/n.” he muttered into your neck, groaning at how you were grinding into him. “to be honest, i forgot your name and i only remembered it now because you signed my jersey.”
“a-and to think we were freshman lab partners,” you scoffed, but it was hard to conversate casually while being so fucked out. “do you usually sleep with girls whose names- fuck- you don’t even know?”
“yeah, that’s generally how it goes. but i asked you to sign my shirt because i really wanted to know yours. i had a mild crush on you before you blocked me on everything.”
“that’s bullshit, na.” if what he said was true, you started to feel bad for the guy. “well, next time, don’t purposefully get your crush angry.”
“actually, i liked you even more after that incident.” he laughed. “but you switched lab partners, and i practically never got to see you again.”
you slapped jaemin on the shoulder. “dude, you don’t have a clue on how to treat girls, do you jaemin?”
“i guess not, but i know just how they like it when i’m fucking them like this.” he held your hips stationary while he adjusted himself into a comfortable position before thrusting up into you at his own pace. you cussed and shrieked at how well he filled you up.
you watched him as he furrowed his brows, watching the squelching mess between you both. he watched the strings of the mixture of your juices. “shit, i’m gonna cum,” he whispered.
he was about to push you off of his hips, but you stopped him and said, “don’t pull out, jaemin, please!”
and so, he didn’t. he stopped moving and instead rode you out slowly, allowing his cream to paint your walls, but you hadn’t reached your second high. you crashed yourself back into him, arching your back and rocked your hips. jaemin continually groaned profanities as you overstimulated him. he rubbed your clit, causing you to finally squirt for the second time.
you sat stationary on jaemin while you both caught your breath. jaemin reached over to his nightstand to grab a toilet paper roll, taking a few pieces to wipe up the mess you made on his torso, and between both of your bodies. you lifted yourself up from his lap and helped him clean up.
he gave you a clean shirt from his closet, along with some basketball shorts. he tightened the drawstring for you, making sure it fit snuggly around your waist. your clothes were dirty from the cum and sweat, and you didn’t want to smell like you just had just finished occupying a room at a house party. he didn’t bother to put a shirt on, he simply threw on some joggers since he was going to shower anyway.
you helped him change his bedsheets while he horsed around with you, slapping your ass when you were in reach, and hugging you from behind, swaying to the muffled music from outside of his room.
“so,” he moved your hair from your ear. “wanna work on virology with me tomorrow?”
“why?” you turned around to face him. “you’re basically finished your assignment. you just want to fuck, right?”
“well, that too.”
“you could’ve been honest with me from the start, na jaemin.” you tickled his chin. you grabbed a sticky note from the corner of his desk to write down your number, sticking it to his chest. “i would’ve said yes either way. i’ll see you tomorrow.” you sneaked in a sloppy kiss to his lips before you waved, walking out of his door.
when renjun saw you, he was frantic, bugging you about “where the hell were you?” and “why are you wearing the basketball team’s shorts?”
renjun lectured you about how worried he and the rest of the boys were when they couldn’t find you. he didn’t feel the need to ask any questions since he already had figured out just who you were occupying a room with. the number 13 on your shorts gave it away. you smiled the entire journey home, barely responding cohesive sentences to your best friend.
when you and renjun parted ways, you hurried up into your room, slamming the door shut behind you. you looked at yourself in the mirror, squealing as you posed in jaemin’s clothes.
“i can’t believe that just happened.” you undressed yourself, preparing to get into the shower. you put your hand into the pockets of his basketball shorts and felt a piece of paper.
out came a hundred dollar bill. jaemin managed to sneak it into the pocket before you left. suddenly, you got a text message from an unknown number.
unknown: like i said, $75 for the burette, and $25 for the panties i ripped
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a/n: hope you enjoyed, lmk what you thought about this!! <3
→ member: lee donghyuck → genre: friends to lovers!au | fluff | smut → playlist: eyes off you x prettymuch, attention x shinee, curiosity x nao →word count: 6.8k → warnings: pining, praise, teasing, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex (discussed), hand holding aka soft sex ↳summary: your curiosity reaches its peak when it comes to your best friend, who you happen to be in love with
Summer is right around the corner and the weather shows it, the sun high and bright in the sky with temperatures hitting the low eighties when just last week it was in the mid sixties. The light breeze feels good on your skin, ruffling the skirt of your dress, but it does nothing to bring you back into the moment.
Cheek in hand, you’ve spaced out, gaze caught on the side profile of your best friend’s face. It’s only been a week, but the sun has already kissed his skin, his golden tone coming back from being washed out by the winter. Your eyes trace the slope of his nose to the plumpness of his pretty lips, which are moving quickly as he recalls a conversation he had with Jaemin that you guess is relevant to the one he and Chaeryeong are having.
Brown eyes drift over to you, and when Donghyuck catches your gaze, he winks cheekily at you, the conversation going uninterrupted. He’s gotten used to being a focal point when you zone out, and there’s a fifty-fifty chance that if it weren’t for the fact he was so deep into what he’s talking about, he would’ve teased you about it. But Chaeryeong calls you out for him when they get to a stopping point.
“Honey.” She snaps her fingers inches away from your face, laughing when you blink a few times and tune back into reality. “You good?”
“Yeah,” you sigh, taking a long sip of your milk tea. “Just tired.”
“You wouldn’t be so tired if you didn’t binge that stupid show instead of getting some sleep,” Donghyuck mumbles. He flinches dramatically when you pretend to throw your phone at his head. “Just saying.”
“I had to know if the baby was his or not before going to sleep.”
“And now you have luggage under your eyes,” he responds flatly, the corner of his mouth quirking up at the look of offense he receives. Leaning over to pinch your cheek gently, he backpacks his statement, “Still the prettiest girl I know, though.”
Sexual themes
pairing ❥ mark x reader genre ❥ angst, fluff, suggestive, university! au, best friends to lovers, roommate au word count ❥ 19.1k note ❥ this was inspired by sticker teaser mark. also because he really does keep pushing the parasocial relationship agenda these days. i really hope you guys like this because it took me at least 40+ hours to get it out so it's practically my baby now playlist ❥ west coast love - emotional oranges | saturday nights - khalid | hits different - taylor swift | shutdown - moonbyul, seori synopsis ❥ Mark Lee. The most perfect roommate and best friend that you could have asked for - except for the fact that he constantly messes up your laundry and can’t cook eggs very well. Even then, that doesn’t quite stop you from falling for him in your final year.
You suppose meeting Mark Lee was a stroke of fate. Whether good or not, you had yet to find out.
Freshman orientation, and you had just been deposited on the concrete steps of the main university building by your parents, who were quick to drive off after giving you one last hug.
And as you passed through the hallowed halls where you were meant to spend the next five years of your life, thousands of other people your age rushing past you, you were excited. That you were finally on your own, free to do quite literally whatever the fuck you wanted.
The freedom was going to go to your head, and cause you to probably make a few bad decisions, but that was a problem for later.
For now, you had to get registered. If you could even find that tiny blue booth in this gigantic place.
And as you pulled your luggage up the steps, staring at the phone screen with your other hand, you supposed it was partially your fault that you didn’t see the boy walking straight past you, and also your fault that you didn’t hear him muttering an ‘excuse me’ under his breath.
However, it was a little too late to realise that before you were sent flying to the ground, a harsh exhale of air leaving you as you hit the ground with a thump.
And as you winced in pain, you looked up, only to be met with the culprit himself.
Pairings: Mark x Reader, Jeno x Reader, Haechan x Reader, Jaemin x Reader Words: 3,805 Genre: Smut (18+) Format: Scenarios Warnings: (In general) fem!reader, use of safeword, discussion of safeword, dirty talk, use of petnames (baby, darling, pretty, princess). (Mark's scenario) mentions of stress, penetrative sex, overstimulation, somewhat dom drop. (Jeno's scenario) deepthroating/face fucking, slightly mean!jeno, teasing. (Haechan's scenario) use of toys, edging, orgasm denial/interruption. (Jaemin's scenario) oral sex, fingering, overstimulation.
SUMMARY. how are you supposed to explain that you and na jaemin started dating just to prove each other wrong and ended up catching feelings.
PAIRING.na jaemin x female! reader GENRE. strangers to lovers, college! au, matchmaking! au, yet another richkid! au, jaemin is an asshole again, romance, humor. WARNINGS.excessive swearing, a near death experience, drinking and smoking, more than a handful of illegal shit, mentions of vomit, blood, violence, too much sexual tension it’s unhealthy, again jaemin is kind of a dick but he’s an attractive dick, jaemin also likes it when you tell him his personality is trash. WORD COUNT. 16k TAGLIST. @alwayswithjaemin @carelessshootanonymous @sundamariis @nominsgirl @shentingz @jvjsssnaa @neozws @urfavtallgirl @dakneeee @wonforgyu @fullsunbabe @luv4jeno @rxnexxi @argooose @jaemsushi @stopeatread @lovesuhng @jaehyunicrecream @byunbaekcult @haedgaf @sehunniepot @lebrookestore @ghouerry @lanadreamie @rum-gone-why @ririlovesrenjun
NOTE. upon posting the preview, this was already set out to be a one-dimensional word vomit on my most favorite guilty pleasure— jaemin being a weirdo and an asshole— but as i kept writing, i accidentally gave it a little more depth and development and oopsies. there’s 6k more words than the estimation. but this is still essentially plotless, mindless, and self-indulgent.
hope you enjoy this characterization of jaemin because i do. way too much. this is the first long fic i’ll be posting after a year of inactivity so feedback would be appreciated haha i’m so fucking nervous to publish this hope u all like it.
“Do I really have to go with you?”
You see, when your parents told you you were going to have dinner together with the family of your dad’s friend— explicitly mentioning that their son, who just happened to be the same age as you, would be joining— you already knew that this isn’t going to be an innocent dinner.
They think they’re slick. They act like they haven’t already done this five times before. You’re getting sick and tired, and you express your dissent once more while entering your dad’s car, pretending like you have a choice on the matter as if you hadn’t already prettied yourself up as per your mother’s request.
summary | lee donghyuck did not believe in ‘love at first sight.’ key word: did. he does now, but only because you happened to fall into his arms on the icy road in the narrow streets. you’re going to render him breathless from the countless times your smile takes his breath away.
characters | lee donghyuck x reader(f).
genres | fluff, romance, slice of life, strangers-to-lovers, meet-cute au, high school au, non-idol au.
warnings | profanity, me projecting my distaste for skinny jeans sorry hyuck ily, mentions of religion (hyuck is my fav church boy), he calls reader ‘princess’ :o like once tho lol, second-hand embarrassment,, mentions of jisung liking ive’s gaeul, not proofread so it’s probs all over the place sorry :P
word count | 5.5k.
37.5MHz | take my breath by nct dream ⋆ first love by sondia ⋆ lucky by exo.
it was time i had a more shy mc in my fics 💪💪 also this is me just projecting my dream meet-cute scenario that i always wish would happen during the damned winter lol!! ty all sm for waiting for this ep, i hope u enjoy ^^ ep.03 of my candy! miniseries, but it can be read on its own!
genre ❥ strangers to lovers, romantic-comedy, fluff, angst pairings ❥ soloist!renjun x actress!reader word count ❥ 15.9k synopsis ❥ when you get involved in a paparazzi shitstorm, the last person you expect to save your image is huang renjun. warnings ❥ none!
The last thing anyone expects to be woken up by is the sound of a fire alarm.
The worst part about it is that there isn’t any actual danger, just a phone- your phone, to be exact, blasting the noise at full volume. There’s an incoherent mumble that escapes you as you turn over in an effort to escape it and go back to sleep, only to realise a few seconds late that there’s empty air below you.
There’s a loud thud as you crash to the floor, and a soft yelp that escapes, but it comes out more as a wheeze considering your throat feels like sand.
Never mind. You’re definitely up now.
It feels like there’s cotton in your mouth as you pad over to the coffee table, hand running through your hair and messing it up even further. (You’re not sure why you’re sleeping on your couch instead of your bed, but you suspect it has something to do with the events of the previous night.)
You’re slowly recalling why your ringtone is a fire alarm and not the carefully selected Joe Hisaishi piece that you downloaded. It was a bet. A stupid one made with Zhong Chenle of all people, fueled by three Pina Coladas and too much pride. The both of you had gotten entangled over a heated debate, something along the lines of ‘would you rather have a spotlight shine on you when you sleep or a fire alarm ringing?’
The table had been equally divided then, and you had firmly chosen the latter. Chenle asked you to prove it, taking your phone to set the most obnoxious alarm he could find.
Evidently, you had been proven wrong. But he didn’t need to know that, not when Haechan had promised you that he would shine his flashlight into Chenle’s face before he slept that night.
pairing; haechan x (f) reader
genre/warnings; smut, angst, strangers to lovers, hollywood!au, photographer!haechan, model!reader, unprotected sex, oral (m/f receiving), photographing during sex, alcohol consumption, mentions of cheating
summary; After breaking off your engagement to your fiance, you move to Los Angeles to pursue a modeling career. There in the fairytale land where stars go to shine you meet Haechan, an aspiring photographer with a penchant for mischief and flirtation.
word count; 25.5k (it’ll be worth it i swear)
taglist; @yujuvly @4everhyucks @jaeminsbebu @emvrd @ethelia @yixingtion @loljrau @tinypink-macaron @taegr0wls @sundamariis @rxnexxi @chronicfic @yesohhsehun
a/n; inspired by love jones by leon thomas ft. ty dolla $ign and the movie love jones. thank you to the incredible @girls4liyah for dropping everything to read this! as always, feedback is appreciated!
The air was different in California.
🌙 staring. Haechan x afab!Reader
🔮 preview. “With me here, you’re in no danger at all,” the white wolf hybrid says. “However- I think everyone else might be in danger of becoming quite enamored with you.” You’ve heard about predator hybrids having prey fetishes- with bunnies being an often glorified playmate option- but you’ve never truly witnessed it firsthand, not like you have tonight.
cw/tw. unprotected sex, pussy eating, fingering, bunny hybrid fetishes, praise, big dick hyuck, semi-inappropriate boss x subordinate relationship, hand holding sex, slight choking, slight overstim, dumbification, slight dacryphilia, begging, multiple orgasms, slight orgasm control, dirty talk, etc...
👹 rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 19.1k
🍭 aus. hybrid au, brother!mark, bunny!reader, etc...
☀️ mlist + an. there's just something about Hyuck
“I just don’t see why you won’t let me come visit you while you’re at work,” you sigh, looking your brother up and down while you cross your arms over your chest. “And before you even open your mouth to tell me that ‘it’s not a fun club’ or ‘it’s not always safe,’ I’ll have you know that it’s a top rated hybrid friendly bar, and also that it will be safer for me and my friends because you work there-”
“I just really don’t think it’s a good idea,” Mark groans, rubbing at the back of his neck.
“Well, too bad,” you say defiantly. “Your friends keep saying I should stop by, and that wolf dude you’ve been bringing over invited me too-”
“Yuta did?” Now you’ve grabbed Mark’s attention, and he stops in his tracks on the way to the door. He gets finicky about being to work on time, but it seems that the mention of his new ‘friend’ is enough to trump his bunny hybrid time anxieties.
“Uh huh,” you confirm. “You went down to the lobby to get our dinner delivery and he mentioned that it’s odd he’s never seen me around before- something about me already knowing Jeno and Jaemin, and the club always being in need of good little bunny hybrids, with our sensitive noses.”
“Well that’s the last time I invite Yuta over-” Mark groans for the umpteenth time. “Look, I just really don’t think it’s a good place for you.”
❝ this thing cries? god, what a cockblock. ❞
PAIRING ▸ mark lee x fem!reader
GENRES ▸ smut, fluff, crack, angst, college au, sort of a fake dating au, sort of a roommate au
WARNINGS ▸ profanity, sexual tension, mark is a virgin, reader is a born again virgin(??), dirty talk, big dick mark agenda, golden hour reference ifykyk, oral (m. receiving), protected sex this time, also no real babies were endangered during the marriage and baby project just a robot one
SUMMARY ▸ mark lee has had the biggest crush on you for years, so, naturally, he’s over the moon when you’re both partnered for a group project. however, he underestimates just how close two people can get when they have to pretend they’re married for a month while taking care of a fake baby.
PLAYLIST ▸ nonsense by sabrina carpenter • golden hour by mark
WORD COUNT ▸ 13,291 words
AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ IT’S HERE! reparations for mark sort of?? anyways i hope you guys like it ♡ part of the dunk shot! series but can be read separately
MARK LEE HAD TERRIBLE LUCK.
At this point in his life, it was almost set in stone. In some parallel universe, there was an eleventh commandment reinstating this. He had friends like Park Jisung to tell him that his misfortune wasn’t that bad, but following a chain of recent events (and walking into plenty of awkward moments), Mark concluded that not only was his luck complete shit, but his best friend was a complete liar, too.
These series of unfortunate events only worsened when Mark found out he was paired with you for a group project.
pairing: ¿badboy?!jisung x reader
genre: fluff, mutual pining, friends to lovers, ¿slow burn? kinda, uni au
word count: 31k
estimated reading time: 1-2 hours
summary: in which you really want to know what it would feel like to kiss jisung’s snakebites and he’s more than happy to help you find out but instead you mutually pine for 25k+ words
soundtrack: here !!
warnings: recreational drug use (alcohol, weed, molly, adderall) but like i’m not trying to promote or glorify drug use or anything!! don’t do drugs.. unless you want to idk i’m not your mom. violence, blood, jealousy, jisung’s friends kinda suck, sexual jokes, they kiss while they’re intoxicated once, petty crime, CLICHE, unedited
a/n: they’re not even teenagers in this i was just listening to the song while coming up with a name // i hate this jisung i hate him so much i’m so tired of him all my homies hate teenagers!jisung
⚠️🚨 this is entirely self indulgent nothingness. it is not well written /srs you will gain nothing but age by reading this, proceed with caution 🚨⚠️
‘i’ll chew you up and i’ll spit you out
‘cause that’s what young love is all about
so pull me closer and kiss me hard
i’m gonna pop your bubblegum heart’
