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Believe a Demon - JISUNG

two years of darkness is officially over and i’ve got another story! wow look at me being productive what a fucking miracle

@chenle you told me at some point you were looking forward to jisung’s, well here it is! this installment is dedicated to you and @renjunious - dude, i don’t think you know just how much your reblog inspired me for this story. i hadn’t been able to do much with it for like a month, but after i saw your comment, i wrote out the last few scenes i needed to complete this :) thank you so much! <3 <3

it’s a given but thanks again to @chenle for the idea of a guardian devil! the post that inspired this all is linked here, give it a read!

Pairing: Jisung x reader

Genre: angst, fluff, angel/demon!au

Notes: reading “Trust a Demon” isn’t required to understand most of the story, but it might make some things less confusing. 

Word Count: 6.3k

Believe a demon, for they tell no lies.

Trust a Demon | Kiss an Angel | Love a Demon

Masterlist | Angels and Demons

who the fuck allowed you to do that you’re my age STOP

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Flower Masterpost

; Hoseok x Reader

; Genre: Fluff, angst, smut

; Warnings: Depression, anxiety, self-loathing, lack of self-esteem, oral sex (receiving and giving), penetrative sex, fingering, kink exploration, anal, bondage, blindfold

; Synopsis: You finally decide to take a dip into the world of online dating and find the Flower dating app. One of the top matches for you proves to be a guy who looks to be your complete opposite; tattooed, pierced, a metalhead and oh…incredibly handsome. What happens when you throw caution to the wind and reach out to him?

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summary: jung jaehyun has the hands of a god and kisses like the devil. and you’re all but subject to him.

genre: college!au, fluff, smut?

wc: 3k

warnings: mature content, v suggestive, language

a/n: idk how to categorize this since its not a smut smut. honestly it’s a nonexistent plot-line w/ hella make-out and insinuations of sex, so uh just, idk, i warned you ok

“What are you doing here?” Your face contorts at the sight of your boyfriend standing—uninvited—at your door.

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Never Give Up - Lee Taeyong

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Pairing: Lee Taeyong/Reader

Word Count: 20,984

Summary: When Y/N joins SM Entertainment as a trainee, she didn’t think she would make it. Nor did she think Lee Taeyong from NCT would be assisting in training her class. But most of all, she didn’t think that he would step up to help her achieve her dream. 

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Unprotected Sex, Oral, Shower Stuff, kinda sweet stuff all around because Taeyong is just a caring baby?

Notes: Only like… 3 months in the making. But I hold this fic very close to my heart because Taeyong’s story of becoming an idol is very precious to me. And just as an overall person, he’s very inspiring to me. I wanted to represent that side of him, not giving up when you have a dream and a goal, to be the best you can be and not let anything bring you down. 

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I LOVE YOU JUNG JAEHYUN

Jaehyun must’ve gone through it, for a while. 

To finally admit it. The fact that he cant even look at the camera until he’s admitting he’s not perfect and how hard he tries to be. 

He’s telling us this because he wants us to give him our love and support. With his bare face. and not because he’s wearing the sexiest clothes, having the best abs or his face is looking particularly fine that day.

Having abs, flawless skin and physique and face. EVERYDAY? He’s human. Not a robot. He would waste waste his life away pretending to be otherwise. 

Stans are always praising Hyuk, Doyoung and Taeil for vocals or Mark and Taeyong for rapping or dancing. But Jaehyun? There’s never a fuss till he makes a boyfriend video or pulls up his shirt. 

HIS DANCING. HIS SINGING. HIS HARD WORK. HIS KINDNESS. HIS HUMOR.

Lets reward his honesty with support. And make this guy fall asleep with a smile because he knows his fans absolutely adore him and not just cause they lust for him. Because they appreciate all the work he puts into perfecting his skills and who he is as a person. And they let him know this.

Imagine busting sleepless nights to perfect a performance, checking your fan cam and seeing that all anyone talked about was that half second your torso was exposed and nothing else.

Reduced you to something so superficial. It’s more than okay to fan girl but remember to praise their hard work once in a while. It means so much to them.

And don’t pretend to support idols but the moment they show you they have flab, scars or pimples like a normal person, you say “This isn’t who I remember him to be” this is who he’s not forcing himself to be.

Lets stop please putting so many labels on idols that are impossible to fulfill. Like the most perfect face, the best dancer, rapper or singer of the century, the person who’s perfect and never makes mistakes. The idol who can do it all. 

No one is fully capable. All the time. They are just trying their hardest and trying not to let you see the parts that are less than perfect. 

Lets support honesty so that idols feel like they can be themselves around fans and not enforce this flawless manufactured doll mentality.

➳ Anonymous

╰ Searching for inspiration, a chart-topping rapper who keeps his identity hidden from the public, known by the stage name RM, stumbles upon you singing in a coffee shop and finds his new muse in your voice. He makes you an offer to collab with one catch: you can’t see his face.

pairing: rapper!namjoon x indie singer!reader

genre: sm au, crack, fluff, smut, slight angst

status: completed

playlist: listen here

a/n: so i wanted to do a rapper!joon au but also a crack-y gc au again and thought it‘d be cool to add the twist of the reader not knowing what joon looks like so here she is lol hope u enjoy! x

🎵 part 1 — profiles

🎵 part 2 - anyway, here’s wonderwall

🎵 part 3 - (probably) not a murderer

🎵 part 4 - pizza-geist: the stinkening

🎵 part 5 - a mole shaped like danny devito

🎵 part 6 - soggy hot cheeto with eyes

🎵 part 7 - a sock full of meatballs

🎵 part 8 - our queen peppa pig

🎵 part 9 - is this?? the government???

🎵 part 10 - fine n dandy

🎵 part 11 - y/n “the crockpot” y/l/n

🎵 part 12 - chesticle carrier

🎵 part 13 - heart eyes emoji

🎵 part 14 - furscrimination at its finest

🎵 part 15 - shakespearean tragedy

🎵 part 16 - harmless(?) stalking

🎵 part 17 - the devil’s lettuce

🎵 part 18 - cereal in the oven

🎵 part 19 - greasy little rat

🎵 part 20 - quirky main characters

🎵 part 21 - always a jinsmaid never a jin

🎵 part 22 - sounds fake… but okay

🎵 part 23 - chaos-loving demon

🎵 part 24 - take care (m)

🎵 part 25 - disgusting… i love it

🎵 part 26 - alexa, set a timer

🎵 part 27 - thebomb.com.org.uk

🎵 part 28 - hannah montana

🎵 part 29 - have my babies

bonus - when the party’s over (taegi)

🎵 part 30 - too many adjectives

🎵 part 31 - mountain daddy

🎵 part 32 - no take-backs

🎵 part 33 - beach thot hours

🎵 part 34 - can’t change my mind

🎵 part 35 - epilogue

Things in Starkid musicals that never fail to make me laugh [x]: A Very Potter Musical

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pairing— kim taehyung x reader genre— rebound au, tattooed and pierced!taehyung, smut, fluff, comedy, a little bit of angst warnings— period sex (🥺 give it a chance, it’s sweet), oral (male receiving), fingering, protected sex, size kink (taehyung is huge) word count— 18k about—

On a night out with your girlfriends to let loose and forget about your ex, you meet a man that you are instantly attracted to, like magnets on the dancefloor.

But he reminds you way too much of the one that broke you heart… Can Kim Taehyung prove to you that he is not like your ex at all?

It’s been five months, two weeks, three days, eight hours, forty-three minutes, and ten seconds since your douchebag ex, Kim Jaejin, had broken up with you. Not like you are counting or anything…

In fact, you are doing so much better without him.

Honestly, It’s just funny to you that he had the audacity to break up with you first.

YOU!

The woman that everyone had told him was way too good for him!

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📝 — pairing:  cha eunwoo (astro) x reader 📝 — genre:  slow burn au, author!reader, character!eunwoo 📝 — rating: sfw 📝 — warnings: its got a lot of angst in the plot, but overall its fairly safe to read :) 📝 — a/n: this is the first part of the series!! please look forward to the rest, and feel free to leave feedback! it’s always appreciated :D

— posted; 11.26.19

You found him feeding some pigeons like he was part of your world, part of the living breathing world. He was a boy you wrote in a tenth-grade creative story, the boy in the yellow sweater. You fell in love with him, only to remember just how you ended it.

The ringtone for Seventeen’s ‘Smile Flower’ filled your small studio apartment, the name of your editor and friend appearing on your screen, the offer of a video call vibrating your cell that was resting on your desk, two inches from your pinkie.

Grasping the phone, you slide the green icon right and taking the call. Your face appears in the small upper right corner, eye bags more prominent than a blood splatter over a blank white canvas. The face of Kim Myungjun took over the screen, a coffee cup in hand as he displayed it to you. 

“I’ve brought coffee! Open up the door, it’s cold outside!” He shouts into his phone, though you lower the volume of the call to lessen the noise. “It’s your favorite! Hot chocolate with whipped cream and marshmallows.”

“I thought you brought coffee,” you tease, moving from room to hallway to door, opening it for him and letting him bring his four grocery bags into your studio. Taking the cocoa, you took a sip, reveling in the sweet whip taste that left your taste buds craving a second drink.

“I thought you hated coffee. Absolutely despised coffee.” He mocks, unpacking the snacks and food and stuffing them into various cabinets and the fridge, discarding foods close to expiration. “Plus, you don’t need any more caffeine. You need sleep, gremlin.”

“I could fire you for calling me names, MJ.” You tease again, taking a gulp of the drink to find it nearly empty. You didn’t even realize that you had taken that many sips. “Two calls and I’ve got a new editor, you know.”

“But you won’t fire me, though. No one else would put up with your insane sleep schedule and weird tactics for inspiration.” He retorts, pulling you into a hug and squishing your face, pulling your cheeks out only to release them a moment later. “Who even goes to a park to watch pigeons and think of the worst ways to die? How is pigeon watching scary, at all?”

“Dunno. Speaking of, later this week, I need to go there and get some inspiration for the new book.” 

“Which scene?”

“The sex one between JiHoon and LiUi.” You say, shaking your head. As much as you loved writing, that scene wasn’t even yours to write. Publishers had flocked far and wide, and the one who would take your new book for the highest bid required a sex scene in it. So a sex scene you would have.

You had to pay the bills somehow. 

“Geez, why didn’t we just take the lower one. They would be fine with a children’s book, for God’s sake.” He thumps his hand on the counter, knocking twice before downing the rest of his coffee and rinsing the cup out, tossing it into the garbage. “You don’t even like writing those type of scenes.”

“I plan on giving you a raise, Myungjun. You can’t keep getting so little for all the work you do. Plus, I need to fund your coffee and amazon prime addiction.” You smile, giving him a soft hug. 

“It’s not an addiction to amazon prime, it’s just a hobby I have.”

“Tell that to the ninety sun pillows you have. I’ve seen so much yellow in your room and house that I can’t go in there anymore without having white spots in my vision.” 

“You’re so mean, you know. Without me, you’d still be the dork in high school with ninety friends and no bestest best gay friend in your life!” He put on a mocking high pitched voice, his eyes rolling around like a pinball machine. “Isn’t that right?”

“I swear, you need to stop drinking, you’re delusional. Stop buying yellow pillows too, it’s depressing how cheerful your apartment is.” You begin pushing him out of the studio doors, wrapping a random small blanket over his shoulders and putting a cap from your closet on his head. 

“You’re such a mom, Y/N. Let me have fun with my too-fast heart rate.” 

“Don’t die before you edit the final drafts, bozo. You need something to pay for your funeral and cremation.” He laughs, shutting the door behind him and leaving you to sit alone in your studio once more, the vibrant energy that makes you shoot up like a plant in the sun recessing to nothing as it follows him.

He was the best infection you could have. Every time he was near you, he always made you feel loved and appreciated. He made everyone feel that way; not even the wallflower was left out. MJ was probably the second best thing to ever happen to you.

You sat back in your office seat, pressing the keys on your keyboard randomly and watching as letters formed a long string of incomprehensible gibberish. You just wanted to go to sleep, rest for a few hours. But the deadline was due in four hours, and you were still halfway through the fourth to the final chapter of a book that had over 5k words in each section.

You don’t remember when, but eventually, after finishing the drafts and resting your head on your folded arms, you fell asleep. 

Dreaming was a luxury you wouldn’t deny.

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In this dream, you were wearing a plaid dress with a black shirt underneath, and a pair of red shoes and black socks. Oddly, this was an outfit you had in your closet, and one you had been wanting to wear for a while.

You just never had a reason to wear such a date-like outfit.

Not like you couldn’t wear it for yourself, you just didn’t want to. Not without a good reason to show it to the world for the first time. Bah, you thought, bored with the trail of thoughts your dream had taken you to. You had bigger things to do.

Your dream self was sitting in the park you frequented, a notebook sitting in your lap with little doodles of flowers and suns with smiley faces grinning up at you, pencil in the action of sketching another lily to the banquet. 

You glanced up from the sketch, hand ceasing when the figure of a man seemed to be staring at you. One of his hands lifted, waved, then dropped back to his side. You waved in return, confused by the lack of face the man had. 

He was well dressed; a pair of beige slacks with white cuffs, a yellow sweater, and white sneakers. Though he was built like a grown man, his features had a boyish hint to them. His legs were muscular, and his shirt hung around him like he was skinnier than the fit of it. 

He was holding a banquet of lilies, blue and pink flowers scattered around his feet like a florist decided he needed a flower shower. Squinting at his face, you couldn’t see anything. It wasn’t that he didn’t have a face, it was like everything from the shoulders up was blurred. 

You could your vision was messing you, but it wasn’t. Everything else was clear and picture-perfect. It was like you weren’t meant to see his face, at least not in real life. But that’d be dumb, right? This wasn’t some sort of fantasy fiction or love story or book, this was real life. 

Right?

He moved closer towards you, holding out the banquet with a friendly energy. If he was aggressive, he might have shoved it at you. Who knows? All you knew right here, and right now, was that he was giving all the indicators of friendly body language. Loose composure, upright standing, his free arm loosely hanging at his side and swinging as he walked.

Just as he was a couple feet from you, he seemed to vanish. There was no puff of smoke, no acrid smell in the air, nothing. It was like someone had turned on Sims cheat mode and deleted him. Not even a peep from him.

Then you disappeared.

“Good morning, sleepyhead.” You heard your editor shout, the curtains being ripped open and flashing bright streaks of golden light that was too harsh for….. noon. 

Nevermind.

“Today is my day to escort you to the park and leave you there,” MJ told you, patting your back as you groaned, covering your eyes from the terrible daytime glare. “I’m a great parent, god, I should have kids.”

“Don’t have kids.” You murmur, rubbing your eyes and getting up from the swivel seat of dreams. He sat outside your room door as you got dressed, talking about everything you missed and what the publisher was going to pay for the final drafts and what the ideas for cover art would be.

“So, how’d you sleep?” He asks as you step out, a note of surprise passing his lips before he concealed it with a smile. “You look good. Where’d the dress come from?”

“Bought it a while ago.” You smoothed the plaid dress down, a peek of black socks appearing before being mostly concealed by the red shoes. “I figured I’d look nice today since I won’t have another opportunity for a while.”

“Why not?” He asks, bumping you out the door and giving you a piece of toast with butter smeared on it. 

“Just didn’t have an opportunity.” You respond, falling into the car and stretching out your legs. Everything seemed to line up with the dream. The notebook and pencil was in the backseat, 

You wondered if you’d see the dream boy. 

No, you wouldn’t. You couldn’t. 

None of your dreams were real. It was a dream. Nothing more, nothing less. That was how dreams worked. It was just left over thoughts that made themselves tangible for you to mull over while you slept.

MJ dropped you off at the park, leaving you to yourself once more. You sat at a random bench, watching the birds flock around you with the prospect of food. One coos at you, then they all begin to harass other park-goers for scraps.

Turning back to the sketch, you found that nothing had been drawn in a sheet formerly covered in lead markings. Flipping the pages around, you found the entire notebook was empty. You could have sworn there were drawings in there, plot ideas, character drawings; but there wasn’t. It was like they disappeared.

You pulled out your cell, dialing MJ. He picked up on the fourth ring, breathless. “Please don’t tell me I called during that time of the day.”

“Workout time? No, I just ran to answer the phone. Been busy all day.” He let out a big wheeze, then a thump came from his side. “It feels nice to sit. Oof, so, what’s up?”

“Did you swap out the notebook? It’s empty.” 

“No, I didn’t. Are you sure it’s flipped right? Or you haven’t been using invisible ink?”

“Why would I use invisible—“ You stopped speaking, startled by the sudden figure standing about 20 feet from you. The same one from the dream.

He was dressed exactly the same; business beige slacks with white cuffs, yellow sweater, white sneakers, even the same haircut. He was crouching, surrounded by pigeons pecking at him. He seemed content with it, feeding them the flowers from the blue and pink bouquet, the lily one put in the back of his waistband. 

“I need to go, MJ, I’ll see you soon.” You told the phone, getting up from the bench and heading over to the pigeon-crowded man. He didn’t pay attention to your presence, instead, dropping another bud of blue petals for a pigeon to poke and prob at. 

“Excuse me,” you spoke quietly, gently tapping his shoulder. He turned, his face reflecting the dark light of the golden rays and displaying the golden tones that were hidden underneath the paler toned facial features. 

He was remarkably, freakishly gorgeous. Like, god-status beautiful. Something you would have written in a younger book series about some handsome detective or model who was an uncover cop or something.

“Yes?” He asked, standing up. He was nearly six inches taller than you, his head tilted downwards to look in your eyes. “Something wrong?”

“What’s your name?”

“Cha Eunwoo.” 

“You’re kidding.” You blurt, eyes widening. This was too freaking real to be a coincidence. “Please say this is a joke.”

“No, it’s not. Born and raised Lee Dongmin, changed my name to Cha Eunwoo at 18, why?”

“You aren’t real.” You told him, amazed. “You’re my book character.”

“Book character?” 

You pulled up the book cover, putting it next to his face. Amazingly, it matched perfectly. As if he had jumped right out the pages. 

Right out of the pages. 

If it really was him, you’d have to do everything in your might to change it. Or else, he’d die, and so too would the world. 

A Poem Titled You - Mark Lee

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⇝ ᴄʟɪᴄᴋ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ғᴏʀ ʜǫ ᴠɪᴇᴡ ⇜

Pairing | Jung Jaehyun ♡  female reader  ♡  Johnny Suh 

Word count | 3K

Genre | smut; angst?; fluff

Warnings | explicit descriptions of sex; poly!relationship; unprotected sex

Summary | After buying a new house with the shower of your dreams, two men show up at your doorstep, ready and willing to fulfill your fantasy.

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Bully: That is it, dude. You're about to get it! Victim: Wait, wait wait wait wait wait. Bully: What? Victim: I'm baby. Bully: What the fuck does that ev- Bystander: Hey, stop, wait. You can't do that. Bully: What? Bystander: He's baby. You can't- you can't just do that. Victim: [makes a fart noise with mouth] Bully: He fuckin- Bystander: Yeah, well, he's baby. So.

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pairing: vminkook x reader (f)

genre: smut, art industry au

warnings: language, jimin pops a boner, ?? penetration fasting ??, most of the characters are just dumb? idiots?, jungkook is an angel 11/10 marriage material + very fuckable uhm- eventual smut so watch out hehe

word count: 9.2k

synopsis; jimin’s so horny he could strip the mannequin sitting idle in the far corner of the boardroom and fuck himself against it. or, he could just get his hands on you, the new receptionist sitting in solitary right beside it

or alternatively; taehyung knuckle fucks you with a beret, jimin eats you out in front of an audience and jungkook is entirely pissed over it all—not because you’re willingly fraternizing with his enemies, but rather because he can’t stand to watch you drift away from him.

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[16:12] NSFW CONTENT!!

the door is forced open as jaehyun’s lips meet yours, his fingers nimbly undoing the button on your jeans with a swift flick of his thumb, your own hands throwing your meagre belongings - wallet, phone, keys - in the vague direction of his bed so you can twist your hands into his shirt, holding him close. you smile into his mouth when you feel him slowly tug the zipper down, “jaehyun. faster, come on.”

he detaches his lips from yours, pulling back to look at you, an eyebrow raised and a smirk playing on his lips, “damn, haven’t even done anything yet and you’re already starting on the dirty talk.”

you roll your eyes and pull him back against you by his jacket, tugging him harshly and then proceeding to push the sides of his jacket from his shoulders, allowing him to do the rest of the work in discarding the material. quickly, you’re both panting, and the sound of you breathlessly kissing him is enough to cause the tent in his pants to grow a little bigger.

“how was your day?” he mumbles into your mouth, his tongue brushing over yours. it wasn’t unsual for him to ask you about your day, considering most of the time you saw him you ended up at least making out, but something about his interest makes you smile a little. he walks you backwards, his hands on your waist, letting you fall back onto his bed when your knees hit the edge of it. you laugh at your own clumsiness, and the sound of your joy makes jaehyun smile too, his eyes sparkling. there was something satisfying about seeing you on his bed. sure, you’d hooked up before; in bathrooms, strangers houses, once at the university library - but never in a bedroom. never in his bedroom. god, he was not supposed to be enjoying this as much as he was.

this was evidently not the first time you two had hooked up, nor was it the second. or the third, for that matter. but every time with Jaehyun was electric; shocking, new, exciting, sending waves through your entire body. though maybe it was less so the sex as it was just Jaehyun; you couldn’t be entirely sure, as recently the two things had begun to come hand in hand.

“fine,” you smile against his lips, your jeans now lay discarded on the floor, alongside jaehyun’s shirt. jaehyun continues kissing you, climbing on top of you and nibbling slightly on your bottom lip, letting out a breathy groan when he feels your hands sliding from his shoulders down his torso to his stomach and eventually to his belt. “slept in and then studied for a bit.”

he pauses his movements against your lips, hovering above you, to look down at your hands tracing lightly across the metal of his belt, and when you lean up to kiss his neck, his eyes close briefly at the feeling of your lips against his skin, rendering him completely oblivious to the way you slide his belt from his pants. “sounds - mm, sounds like a productive day.”

your hands hover over the zipper on his jeans, but he’s quick to act; his hand now gliding over the soft skin of your stomach under your shirt, causing the hem of your top to lift up as he begins to suck small bruises against your neck. it was something he always did when you hooked up; leaving little red and purple marks across your neck, showing anyone who cared that you had someone, that you didn’t need anyone else to take you home, that you had a boyfriend. but jaehyun wasn’t your boyfriend. and there was a very good reason for that. “how was yours?”

the ache between your legs continues to grow for him, the familiar feeling of wetness making itself apparent as his hands move ever so slowly down from your stomach. in retaliation, you decide to tease him as well, letting your hands dance across his body, rolling your palm down his stomach at the same pace his hand moves across your own flushed skin. he groans into your neck when you finally unbutton his jeans, your hand accidentally applying pressure as you tug his jeans down. he stands up at the end of his bed to remove them, “about to get a lot better, not gonna lie.” he laughs slightly, and your eyes drift down slightly to his stomach, his abdominal muscles clenching as he chuckles. it seriously wasn’t fair how attractive he was. even if this was supposed to be casual, you can’t help but grin up at him, and he’s about to situate himself above you again when your phone begins ringing.

startled, and suddenly remembering the promise you made to tutor your best friend at your favourite cafe this afternoon, you sit up, frantically reaching for your phone to answer. jaehyun’s eyes widen at your sudden movement, before he looks on in concern as you reach across his bed to find where you had previously thrown your phone. when you finally manage to grab it and swipe to answer, you hold you hand over the microphone briefly, panic on your face as you mouth, “it’s your brother.“

jaehyun raises his eyebrows, nodding at you in understanding as you hold the phone up to your ear and put your hand on your forehead, annoyed that you had forgotten your promise, "jaemin? hey!”

“y/n, where are you? I got caught up at my tutorial and I have to run home and grab my books. I might be there a little late today.” you heave a sigh of relief at his words, and even though Jaehyun can’t hear what his brother is saying on the phone, he can tell from your reaction that you’re no longer stressed about having to leave.

“that’s okay, jaems,” you smile, and jaehyun returns it, his hands coming to your thighs as he drops to kneel in front of you. his once innocent smile now begins to morph into that of a devilish one, as he rests his cheek against the inside of your knee, his lips brushing against your thigh softly. “do you want to meet in about half an hour?”

“30 minutes?” jaehyun mouths at you, one eyebrow raised in question. you roll your eyes and lightly push his head away from you.

“okay, that works for me.”

when jaemin begins telling you about his tutorial disaster, and why he was running late, you don’t notice jaehyun leaning in, his lips kissing the waistline of your underwear, only the thin material separating him from where you needed him most. he smirks at your intake of breath, at the way you clench your eyes shut while humming in agreement to something jaemin said on the other end of the line. you try to close your legs slightly, but his hands easily pull them apart again.

“honestly, if jeno hadn’t asked so many questions, we probably could have left three hours ago,” jaemin laughs, but you find it hard to concentrate when jaehyun’s hand presses against your stomach, and he smiles slightly at the way you so easily fall onto your back on the plush bed at his touch. you feel his fingers on the sides of your legs, sliding up to hook themselves into the waistband of your underwear, giving you plenty of time to push him away. but the hand that’s not holding the phone to your ear finds itself sliding into his hair, tugging lightly at the roots.

and that’s enough for jaehyun to pull them down, leaning over you to kiss the skin that had previously been covered. your eyes close in anticipation, “wow, that’s so annoying.” at the end of your sentence, jaehyun dips his tongue between your lower lips, the tip of his tongue lightly brushing your clit, and you have to stop yourself from moaning the last word of your sentence. your eyes snap open as you sit up slightly to see him, and his eyes are already on you, his mouth hovering slightly above you, breath fanning warm air over your wet centre.

“I know right!” jaemin continues his story, somehow managing not to notice the occasional hums that were a little too deep for your normal voice. jaehyuns hands move to spread your legs, your clit now on full display as he stifles a groan, flattening his tongue and dragging it slowly from your hole to your clit, before flicking his tongue over the bundle of nerves at a pace that was both too much and not enough.

you can feel your breath pick up in pace as your hand slides back into his hair, your back arching off the bed as he begins to lightly suck on your clit, groaning when you pull his hair a little too hard but simultaneously sending waves of pleasure through your body, your mouth falling opening in a soft whine, that you are barely able to cover with a cough.

“y/n?” jaemin stops his story. “are you sure you’re feeling okay? you sound like you’re in pain. we can postpone our session if you want.”

you laugh at his words, but jaehyun must not like this reaction, because his tongue, which had previously been circling your entrance, decided to slip into your clenching hole. you feel yourself rise from his bed, holding his head against you, “holy shit.” you can see the way jaehyun smirks against your heat, before burying his head a little deeper, his nose brushing against your swollen clit. “sorry, my stomach just really hurt for a m- ah!” you speak through gritted teeth as you fall back onto the bed, “can we postpone? I think I ate some bad seafood last night.”

you can practically see your best friend wincing as he walks, “oh my god, TMI. well, maybe tomorrow then? i’m almost home so I should go. ill text you later, y/n!”

you try not to shout a goodbye to jaemin before you hang up, dropping your phone to the side and threading your other hand through jaehyun’s hair, letting out a long, drawn out moan, “fuck, oh my go- fuck, jaehyun.” you paw at his head and he pulls back, and you almost moan at the sight of his face covered in your juices.

“didn’t think you’d be into that kind of phone sex,” he laughs, and you barely notice his hand coming to rest between your legs, his index finger circling your now dripping hole. “but holy shit, your moans.”

“shut up,” you groan, attempting to hide your face in his covers. he smiles and you feel his lips wrapping around your sensitive bud again and this time you don’t have to keep yourself quiet, so when his finger unexpectedly enters you, stretching you out deliciously, you don’t hesitate to moan out his name again.

he sucks at your clit like a man starved, curling his finger after a few pumps to brush the spot that has your back arching off the bed all over again, and you barely hear the chiming of your phone when you begin to feel the familiar tightening in your lower stomach.

“jaehyun,” you throw your head back, struggling to keep your eyes open as you feel it build. “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna- fuck, jaehyun!”

with one sharp flick of his tongue, you’re thrown over the edge, your vision going white as you chant out a string of words that mostly include profanities and his name. he uses his finger to ride out your high, his lips pressing soothing kisses against the inside of your thigh as you come down.

you lay panting on his bed, breathless from your orgasm, before sitting up, “I cant believe you just ate me out while I was on the phone with your brother.”

he shrugs and you can see him shift uncomfortably, his hard-on straining against his jeans, when your phone chimes again. you reach to turn it on silent, and your mouth hangs open when you see the two texts there:

[16:24] jaems: sooo jaehyun had a girl over

[16:28] jaems: had to escape,, want me to bring you some soup or something?

your hand rests over your mouth as you look at jaehyun, “jaemin was here.”

jaehyun cant help but laugh as he sits up, looking down at your phone, “what? did he leave?”

“I think so,” you type back to him furiously, assuring him you’re eating fine and were just planning on sleeping for a bit.

“Well,” jaehyun looks at you under his lashes, his hand coming to rest on your thigh, his lips ghosting over your neck. “I can think of something we can do.” you look at him, then down at his pants, and smile, leaning in to press your lips against his again.

SHELTER

Taehyung’s always been a best friend, which is why you think he’s the right person to ask for help when it comes to relationships.

word count: 22.5k genre: angst, smut, fluff

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If your fic is 1000 words long, you can’t tag it slow burn. It’s not slow burn. That is a matchstick. And this is my personal bias here but if those motherfuckers you’re writing experience significant forward momentum in their relationship in under 5k words, then that is just a regular old burn. Slow burn should be borderline intolerable and a mistake to start reading at 2 in the morning.

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NCT 127 reaction to you being insecure-

Taeil-

The face this boy would make when he found out oh my god, he would be so shook. He’d probably hold your face in his hands and soothingly rub your cheek or jaw with his thumb and just stare at you, mumbling stuff like, don’t say that about yourself, beautiful, you’re so pretty.

Johnny-

He would actually laugh at you. He would tell you that it’s funny how you can believe something about yourself that’s so untrue and that you’re perfect in every way and he’d wrap you in his long arms and just hold you, kissing your forehead and telling you to stop being so silly. Where can I get a Johnny?

Taeyong-

Taeyong himself is quite insecure, as he’s said multiple times, so I think he’d get it but I know he’d want to comfort you, he’d give you small meaningful pecks on your lips and tell you how much it hurts him when you think badly of yourself and to him you’re the most beautiful, perfect, amazing person he’s ever met and that you should think that too.

Yuta-

He’d be really upset that you thought about yourself like that, he would literally sit you down and explain all the things he loved about you and how you were literally an angel to him, how you meant everything to him and how you were his dream girl. He told you that he’d only smile again when you were feeling better, and when you were happy again he’d give you his amazing smile I love his smile so much kekdjeje

Doyoung-

This bunny would actually be so upset about you thinking badly about yourself and would just be in shock for a while, literally just in shock. He’d probably ask what made you feel insecure and then when you answered he’d tell you why you were wrong and would not let you think otherwise!

Jaehyun-

I feel like Jae would kiss you all over and laugh with his dimples showing which would make you fall in love with him even more don’t lie he’d be really sweet with you and would want to fully understand why you felt this way and you two would probably have a long conversation about it, with him complimenting you any chance he got and him trying to understand where all your insecurities came from.

WinWin-

This boy is such a sweetie he would fully have no idea why you felt this way because you were perfect to him, and even though he’s really shy he would do anything to make you feel better with yourself, he’d whisper in your ear how much he adored you and how you shouldn’t think so lowly of yourself while he played with your hands cutely.

Jungwoo-

Another cute baby. I feel like with Jungwoo he’d just hug you, and you could hear in his voice that you being insecure actually hurt him, he held you on such a pedestal that he hated when you took yourself off it. He’d just hug you tightly while telling you not to think that way of yourself, telling you that he knows you’re perfect and that you should see yourself that way too.

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Mark-

Mark Lee is an awkward happy lil bub,when he finds out your insecure he fully would not know what to do about it, at first he just kissed your forehead and rubbed your hips soothingly, but after a while he told you how much you meant to him and how you should be more confident because to him there was nothing wrong with you, he thought you were perfect and wanted you to see that too.

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Haechan-

He wouldn’t let you be insecure. He could start and full on argument about why you were wrong, he cares and loves you so much that he wouldn’t be able to even handle the thought of you thinking you were less then perfect, he’d tell you all the reasons you were wrong and wouldn’t let you think otherwise.

I love

𝒄𝒖𝒅𝒅𝒍𝒚 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒋𝒊𝒏

cha eunwoo might be the cutest thing in the planet

they’re tired of him winning.

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