Kingdom Come (M)

Kingdom Come (M)

Synopsis: Prince Minho was feeling the pressure of finding a woman suitable enough to produce him a much needed heir if he were to continue his lineage. If not, he would have to relinquish his throne and destroy the dynasty the Lee’s have worked so hard to maintain.

Contains: Lee Minho x (f) reader, adult language, slight angst, smut, explicit depictions of unprotected sex, breeding kink, fingering, choking, multiple orgasms, creampie, Prince!Minho, Maid!reader, royalty!au.

An eerie silence filled the halls as the Lees were whisked away to their chambers, holding an intense debate with their troublesome son who just so happened to be the one to inherit the throne. They had been in a deadlock with their son over whether or not he would be competent enough to produce an heir, since he hadn’t even began to court any of the maidens dying to climb into bed with him to birth him a son. But that’s the very reason Prince Minho hadn’t found the right maiden, he didn’t want a woman who would just jump into bed with him at the drop of a hat. He wanted to at least feel something.

“This isn’t up for debate anymore Minho,” Emperor Lee bellowed to his son as he stood defiantly in front of his father, refusing to look him in the eye as he focused on his father’s shoes instead. Minho’s mother could be seen attempting to reach over to her husband and place a calming hand on his arm, but he shook her off as he continued to lash out at his son. “You need to hurry up and pick someone to give you a son. I don’t even care if it’s some random wench at the tavern for a quick romp in the hay, you need to have a son if you want to continue our lineage! We refuse to let our dynasty die with you!”

The Emperor’s voice boomed out through the halls of the palace, alerting every last servant of the family’s current affairs despite them ordering complete and utter privacy. Despite the boisterous and intimidating tone of his father’s demands, Minho simply glared into his father’s eyes without uttering a single word. Minho then bowed to his mother but refused to even acknowledge his father’s presence as he turned his back to them, swiftly exiting the main hall nd making his way to the maid’s chambers to seek out the one person who knew his family’s dilemmas more than anyone in the palace: you.

Once outside of the maid’s chambers, Minho turned to his guards that were following him closely to ensure nothing bad would happen to his wellbeing, nodding at them to stay here since he didn’t need any protection in these chambers. The guards returned his nod and proceeded to back off, giving him some space as he knocked on the door, hoping that you would be inside. As the iron door creaked open, all of Minho’s apprehension melted away once his eyes rested upon your innocent features. 

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This is the second part of a request someone asked for (the first part is here). As I stated in the other part, I absolutely love Baekhyun so I got really into writing this 😂😅. First my heart went 🥵🤤🔥 then it went 🥺💞🥰 so get ready for a rollercoaster of emotions :) (part 1)

⚠️Warnings⚠️: sub!college fuckboy!Baekhyun, fem!dom!reader, pegging, degradation, spanking, mommy kink, VERY rough sex, and VERY fluffy aftercare.

Love? (Part 2)

Baekhyun let out a loud whimper into your mouth as you slammed him against the wall in your hallway. The kiss was intense, teeth clashing together as your tongues fought for dominance even though you both knew who would win. You only pulled away for a second to pull his shirt over his head before he leaned forward to kiss you again. You let out a surprised grunt, pulling away slightly to giggle at his enthusiasm. 

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→ i love your writing style! my request would be something with (sub) taeyong where reader and him are exes who had to break up due to career reasons but years later they meet again and realize they're still in love and makeup? you can play with the concept as it suits you of course, thank you!

✄┈ warnings/tags: so sorry for the wait and also the shitty ending TT not edited

↬ word count: 4.8k

↬ published: 03.01.22

a young man stared at the flashing lights in front of him, professional eyes catching each lens as he fixed his pose every few seconds. "mr. lee, over here!" multiple varieties of the phrase seemed to be shouted at once, each photographer trying to catch the man's attention. "marvelous! you look wonderful, mr. lee." he endured these comments for a minute more, silently wondering when this nightmare would all be over.

he couldn’t even tell where he was looking, eyes blinded and ears deafened by the commands being thrown his way left and right. while this was all too familiar for him, he couldn’t help but feel ridiculed under the lights. it strangely brought him back to a moment he wanted to forget and remember all at the same time. he tolerated the environment for what seemed like an eternity longer before bowing his head, eyes squeezing shut in an embrace with darkness. his head stayed bowed less than five seconds before he turned, numb legs shuffling him away from being the center of attention. he felt like bile could rise from his throat at any moment, throat closing and eyes watering—he couldn’t breathe.

he kept low, finally letting his exterior crack in the slightest when he was shielded by the embrace of who he figured was his bodyguard. he didn’t know where he was being escorted to—all he cared for was his legs not letting out on him and the cameras not capturing the moment of this downfall.

fingertips steadily tapped along his arm as he was moved almost in a calming “i’m here” notion and the tempo served as a guide to his unbalanced breathing.

in through your nose.

out your mouth.

in.

out.

in…

it was when he was deafened by silence and blinded by darkness that he collapsed.

“i’m serious doyoung!” taeyong whisper yelled to his best friend.

“sure, whatever you say, taeyong. you’re not single and i can’t sing.”

“i’m telling the truth, we’ve been dating for a month.”

“as i said—”

all of a sudden the door to the classroom was forced open presenting a student frantically looking around. once their eyes met taeyong’s, an alarming smirk overtook their features, “lee taeyong, y/n is looking for you.”

a chorus of gasps sounded, the students whispering amongst themselves, “y/n from class 1a?!”

taeyong gained a bashful glow to his cheeks before he stuck his tongue out at his friend and left to where he was beckoned. he stepped foot outside his classroom door meeting y/n soon in the hallway. the students from taeyong’s class peeked their heads from any opening, curious as to what was going to happen.

y/n lowered his book, a kind smile gracing his features as he walked up to taeyong, “hi.”

“oh my gosh, he said hi to him!” someone fawned in the background, hushed yells being aimed at them for ‘blowing their cover,’ as if multiple heads peeking into a hallway wasn’t obvious to the eye.

“hello.”

sunlight ricocheted off the blinding white of snow. two boys sat upon the iced blanket, thick coats shielding their skin and fleece scarves flowing about in a weak attempt at protecting their winter-bitten noses. however, the boys seemed to pay no mind to the cold, bodies warmed by the emanation of romance.

y/n sniffled and looked over at taeyong, “what time should i have you home by?”

taeyong looked up at the sky, leaning back on his arms. the hard snow crunched under his movement, filling the silence. y/n waited for his answer, eyes set on the younger in a warm gaze, while taeyong just waved his head side to side before looking at y/n and smiling, “can you stay the night?”

a toothy grin plopped on y/n’s lips at the unexpected response, “you didn’t even answer my question.”

“you didn’t answer mine,” taeyong stuck his tongue out.

y/n raised his eyebrows as a ‘yes’ and taeyong giggled, starting to get up. “good because i have to be home in 10 minutes.”

“what?!”

y/n scrambled to get up with him, struggling because of the thick coat he had on. “why didn’t you say something?”

taeyong shrugged his shoulders, turning around to walk backward as y/n followed him, “i lost track of time.” y/n stared at him, dumbfounded; but the large smile and glittery eyes the younger held washed away all the panic and frustration he was starting to feel.

they arrived at taeyong’s house with only a half-minute to spare at the cost of tight lungs from their legs reaching speeds they thought impossible and the soreness of their hands and knees from slipping and falling on the ice, but it was worth-it when taeyong’s parents deemed y/n trustworthy enough to stay a night in their home—especially on a school night.

after stuffing their bellies full of the kimchi soup and rice taeyong’s mother so graciously served up, they were now settled in taeyong’s room with a certain privilege that made their teenage hearts alight with rebellious romance: they could keep the door closed.

taeyong would tease his older sister about being able to have the door closed when his boyfriend was over but even she didn’t know he was gay, so he’d have to keep the taunting to himself for now.

and after making sure no one was around his door, the fun could begin.

taeyong was sitting shyly next to y/n on his bed, looking around every corner of the room to try and keep his eyes off his boyfriend. boyfriend, the word made him feel giddy. this was his first relationship and what surprised him, even more, was that the school’s it-boy liked him back.

“so…” they both began, a blush settling on taeyong’s cheeks while y/n softly smiled, urging the other to go first.

taeyong cleared his throat, running a hand through his hair in nervousness. “uh, so… do you…” come on, come on, he begged himself not to screw this up, “d-do you…” he palmed his forehead in frustration at not being able to spit it out.

“i don’t know why i’m so embarrassed to ask,” he began to audibly mumble to himself, “you’re my boyfriend already, i mean how hard should it be to ask your boyfriend to kiss you? i know it’s our first kiss, but sti—”

a breathy laugh left y/n’s lips at the boy’s unintentional confession, placing his hands on taeyong’s cheeks before bringing their lips together, the younger letting out a gasp and eyelids fluttering close. y/n pulled back after a second, thumb swiping across his boyfriend’s cheek, “was that okay?” taeyong opened his eyelids, lips stuttering as he rapidly nodded his head. the hair on the back of his head shook with each nod, y/n noticing and bringing his palm to rest on the back of his head, a giddy smile on his face at how cute the boy was.

taeyong closed his eyes again and puckered his lips, y/n cheesing before bringing their lips together once more. taeyong let y/n take control of the kiss, his head being tilted by the hands on his cheeks, a soft hum leaving his lips as his tongue met y/n’s.

‘oh my gosh, is your first kiss supposed to be this good?’ taeyong thought to himself; all the first kiss stories he heard were horrible. well, doyoung’s was the only one he heard about… and his sister when she came home crying about how bad her first kiss was to her mother… but hearing about how first kisses are messy, teeth bump and you hit each other with your noses doesn’t exactly make your mind prepare for the best.

but this kiss, this kiss felt like even taeyong was experienced. why was y/n so good at guiding him so smoothly?

taeyong started to recline onto the mattress when his door opened. he and y/n pulled away with a quickness, looking to see who had caught them. taeyong’s eyes widened as if the world had ended because lo and behold, there stood his mother, a fruit tray in hand and eyes wide as saucers. he scrambled off the bed, calling out to her when she gave an awkward smile, setting the tray of fruit on the desk by the door, “…just keep the door open from now on please, son.”

the two boys watched as she disappeared from the door frame. they sat like that for a moment, trying to register just what had happened. taeyong turned around, eyebrows furrowed and mouth opened in shock before he made eye contact with y/n and the two burst into laughter.

“i heard a marine is coming to try and recruit students.” doyoung ate a spoonful of rice as he spoke, a grain being swept from his lip by his tongue.

“really? the marines? i heard that’s the toughest military branch.” taeyong peaked up, giving y/n a giddy smile when the older had placed some of his lunch on taeyong’s tray. today they were serving his favorite, fried pork, and y/n gave him some of his!

y/n joined the conversation so smoothly it shocked the two. “i go to boot camp in three months.”

taeyong dropped the meat from his chopsticks, turning to y/n, “what do you mean?”

“he just said—”

“i’m going to boot camp in three months. i’m joining the marines after we graduate.” y/n ate a spoonful of soup, a smile forming at the corners of his lips.

“well how long will that be? i won’t be able to see you every day?”

y/n smiled at taeyong, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and ruffling his hair. “5 weeks for boot camp and then after that, i’ll do the eighteen months.”

taeyong stared at him with a sad gaze, “but why so soon after school?”

y/n shrugged his shoulders, taking another bite of soup, “i figured why not do my service while i’m young and before any other major life events happen.”

at this, taeyong went quiet and the three ate their lunch in silence.

after school, taeyong went to doyoung’s house, giving a farewell hug to y/n before he left on his bike.

doyoung and taeyong were lying on doyoung’s bed, taeyong pouting and spilling his concerns to the younger. “why does he want to go so soon? i mean, we just reached our one-month anniversary and he wants to go to the marines before we’ve even reached half a year?” the boy was curled on his side, glasses shifting awkwardly against his face as his head met the mattress.

“well, i mean you heard him. he wants to get his service over with before he has to face the real world.” doyoung tried to rationalize, finding taeyong’s complaining to be a bit childish, “and besides, like you said, you’ve only been dating for like a month. think of it as a test to your relationship.”

“why do we need our relationship tested?” taeyong was bewildered; how could his best friend even say something like that?

“it doesn’t have to be tested, but even couples who’ve been together for more than a year break up when the guy goes to the army because someone cheats or something. so if you, who’s only been dating for a month, can wait two years for him, what does that say about your relationship?” to taeyong, the words coming from doyoung’s mouth were absolute bullshit.

“what is wrong with you? are you being like this because you’re single?”

doyoung placed a hand over his heart from where he lay, feign offense being expressed on his face. “ouch, what a low blow, yong. no! i’m telling you to suck it up, because you’re acting like you don’t have to serve as well. he’s just getting it over with while he’s in his prime physicality.”

taeyong went quiet for a moment when all of a sudden a loud groan left his mouth. “i hate it when you make sense.” doyoung stuck his tongue out, leaning over to grab his phone.

“are you doing anything tomorrow?” it was going to be saturday. a day off from school and a day off from studying—what a dream. granted, doyoung and taeyong didn’t study as much as their parents would have liked them to, but they still got decent grades.

at doyoung’s question, taeyong seemed to perk up as if he had remembered something important, “yes! i’m going to hang out with y/n.” all disdain toward the situation with y/n seemed to disappear as he recalled the plans he’d made with his boyfriend, brain once again muddled over with the footprints of y/n’s being.

doyoung, somewhat expecting the answer, rolled his eyes playfully, “of course.” he locked his hands behind his head, letting his body relax further into the mattress before a mischievous smirk embraced his lips, “you know, i’ll have to fight y/n before he goes to training and gets even stronger.”

taeyong raised a brow at the younger, looking over at him, “and why is that?”

and doyoung replied “he’s stealing my best friend from me,” as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. taeyong, finding humor in doyoung, laughed and landed a smack on the boy’s arm.

“shut up.”

the next day, taeyong and y/n had met up as planned, walking through a small street filled with shops. they had come across a turkish ice cream stand, taeyong begging y/n to buy him ice cream from there. y/n did so without hesitation, filming and laughing at taeyong try and catch the cone from the vendor.

“stop making fun of me,” taeyong giggled, throwing both hands out toward the cone to try and get it.

“you’re so cute,” y/n cooed, filming the younger. his hand reached out, swiping taeyong’s hair out of his eye, a bright smile on his face.

the vendor eyed the two, a knowing look on his face. he let out a short chortle, finally letting taeyong get the ice cream and taking the payment from y/n.

some hours later, when the sun was just barely beginning to set, the boys had settled on an outdoor table with an umbrella to hide them from the sun’s dying rays.

“i had a lot of fun today, n/n.”

y/n looked at him with an endearing smile, watching the younger bite at the food he bought him minutes ago, “i’m glad you did.”

they sat for minutes longer, basking in the warm afterglow and watching the people walk by, wrapped in their own little worlds. they were just happily sitting together, minds clouded with nothing but satisfaction at their weekend and time spent together. their minds were so clouded in fact, they hadn’t seen the woman walking up to them, legs clad in suit pants and torso fitted with a light blouse.

she was a very beautiful woman: had an authoritative aura to her yet still felt friendly.

and when she had walked up to them and fixed her lips to speak her next words, the turmoil would begin in their relationship.

“do you know the big 3?”

a loud ringing seemed to steadily pulse in the air and taeyong wanted to scream at how it had no regard for his pounding headache or sensitive ears.

why won’t this stupid alarm turn off? he growled to himself, hand shooting out in the proximity around him, feeling around for his alarm clock. but as his arm stretched out, he let out a hiss as there was a painful pulling at the inner crease of his elbow.

keeping his eyes closed and figuring it was just some muscle strain, he let his arm plop back down on the bed. it’ll turn off by itself.

when his arm went down, however, another foreign feeling interrupted him. his fingers clenched and unclenched around the object that was lying right next to his hip, trying to decipher what it was. it took only a few seconds for him to realize it was a human hand, his heart jumping in his throat and body freezing. who is in my bed? did i sleep with someone and forge—

“you’re awake?”

taeyong caught his breath at the voice. it was deep, manly—almost as if it was his first time talking… did he just wake up too?

he opened his eyes, flinching at the bright light in front of him before looking around him. he saw childish paintings on the wall, a leather sofa in the corner of the room, and a small tv hanging above a cabinet.

“why am i in the hospital?” he hadn’t looked at the man yet, but felt comfort in the way his hand was gently being held. it felt familiar, for some reason.

“you blacked out. had a panic attack.”

taeyong’s shoulders tensed, “what about the paparazzi? did they see?” he could hear the breathing of the man, still not looking at him. he couldn't place his finger on it but he was scared to look at him.

“no. i carried you to my car.”

taeyong swallowed thickly, nodding his head and pulling his hand from the man, fingers twitching at the loss of such warm accompaniment. “thank you. i will tell your agency to give you a bonus for your generosity.”

the man fell silent, looking at his empty hands before clasping them together and leaning his head on them.

ten seconds passed of a seemingly minutes long silence before the words just slipped past the man’s mouth after a fit of contemplation.

“for fucks sake, taeyong. can you please just look at me?” his voice broke as he begged.

taeyong swallowed thickly, a tear sliding down his trembling cheek. he knew. “no… y/n.”

the man stared at taeyong in desperation. “please.”

he shook his head, thumbing the tears from his cheeks, “uh-uh.”

y/n sighed, grabbing taeyong’s hand and squeezing his fingers. “why?” taeyong wanted to cry out when he felt a tear hit his fingertips; a tear that wasn’t his.

he shakily inhaled, free hand rapidly wiping at his face as the tears jumped from his waterline, almost as if signifying a surrender.

“because,” he hiccuped, “then i’ll remember it all over again.”

that’s what y/n wanted… and somewhere within, taeyong did too.

“you’re what?!” doyoung yelled out in exasperation, grabbing taeyong by the shoulders and shaking him.

it seemed like taeyong was surprising doyoung quite a lot lately…

“some entertainment company street casted me,” he said as if it were the most casual of sentences.

“are you for real? can you tell them about me? like you won’t audition unless i can too?” doyoung forever fancied singing and had quite the talent for it, taeyong didn’t hesitate to admit. but there was one thing…

“who said i was going to audition?”

“what do you mean?” doyoung thought he had just said the silliest combination of words. “what company was it?”

maybe the company was some noob one, a company that was just going to scam them without facing repercussions because of how little public influence they have.

taeyong looked up to the ceiling, trying to recall the company name. “kbs, mbc… or was it sbs?”

“those are broadcasting stations…”

taeyong’s head tilted to the side, “eh? the lady asked me if i knew what the big three was. aren’t those it?”

doyoung stared at him dumbfounded. “you dumb fuck.”

following taeyong and doyoung’s auditions, the night seemed to settle with cooler caresses and gentle breezes. taeyong called y/n, asking him to hang out with him to ease his mind off the audition. and despite feeling as if the world was caving around him, taeyong felt rather euphoric in the moment, despite the plastic seat of the playground swings digging uncomfortably into his hips.

taeyong swaying back and forth in the wind, lips wrapped around popsicles and numbed by the cold. y/n stood behind him, gently pushing the swing every few seconds. it felt like a moment of childish fun, but the reality of the situation kicked in after a few minutes of lighthearted giggling.

“how’d the audition go?” y/n asked cautiously and taeyong planted his feet on the ground, holding onto the metal chains of the swing. he looked down, kicking at the slushed ground and finishing his popsicle. he had mumbled out a response that fell upon y/n’s ears, the boy shuffling in front of his boyfriend. “what?”

taeyong huffed, his breath leaving evidence of his reaction. “horrible.”

a sympathetic look crossed y/n’s face. he crouched in front of taeyong, his unopened popsicle in hand. he looked up at taeyong, meeting his eyes and bringing his hand up in offering. taeyong’s bottom lip jutted in a pout, body twisting side to side on the swing. y/n picked up on what he was hinting at, laughing and opening the popsicle for him before raising it to his mouth. taeyong leaned forward, licking at the popsicle.

“why didn’t you eat it?” he questioned before going back to the iced treat.

y/n gushed at his cuteness, ruffling taeyong’s hair while responding, “it’s too cold outside for ice cream.”

“it is not!” he laughed. y/n shrugged, hugging himself with one arm while the other still held the popsicle. this felt like the most fun either of them had had in forever. y/n had been studying like crazy the whole time he was in school—there’s a reason he’s in the top 5–and taeyong had been wrapped up in the audition, trying to find some material that’d make him at least seem better than he was.

“what makes you say the audition was horrible?” y/n had now moved to sitting down, with his chin in the crevice of taeyong’s knees.

the boy’s shoulders slumped; “the whole thing! i tripped while i was dancing and no one told me that i had to choose the song to sing!”

y/n nodded along, lips parting when taeyong revealed he wasn’t prepared in the slightest. “so what happened after that?”

taeyong, who was taking another bite of the popsicle squeezed his eyes shut and groaned as he recalled the day. he bought his fist to his temple and knocked it a few times, each hit being emphasized with a “stupid, stupid, stupid!”

“i sang the freaking national anthem…”

y/n looked up at him, lips creasing as he held in a laugh. but it was no use as he fell onto his back, limbs spreading out and tearful laughter escaping his throat. taeyong pouted, hopping off the swing and crawling over y/n, snatching the popsicle from his hand and sucking the remnants of the sweet treat.

he landed a slap on y/n’s chest before moving to lie on top of him. the ground was cold against y/n’s back, but his sweater provided enough coverage. y/n swiped the hair from taeyong’s face, a smile on his lips. “well, when you become famous, mr. national anthem,” y/n looked down at him with a bright smile, eyes turning cherry in the cold, night air, “don’t forget me.”

taeyong gasped in horror, “are you crazy?”

“only for you.” y/n was never really one for cheesiness, but he had his moments—and boy, they made taeyong fall even more for him. the younger squealed out, hugging y/n even tighter.

“you’re so cute!” he peppered kisses all over his face before planting his sweet lips on y/n’s. y/n kissed back, a smile on his lips.

almost two months had passed before the final results of doyoung and taeyong’s tedious audition were mailed to them. neither of them opened the letters when they first came in, wanting to share the moment together and open them with each other. hence, taeyong, his family, and doyoung were huddled around their living room. y/n was on his way for moral support as well.

taeyong’s parents stood by, excited for their son; he’d found something he could be passionate about. they would support him no matter what.

when y/n finally arrived, taeyong about fell to his knees dragging him to the living room. “oh, i’m so nervous. hurry!”

“why are you rushing me? you’re the one opening the letter!” y/n retorted, flinching at taeyong’s hands slapping at his shoulders.

“quit!” doyoung spoke up, smiling once all eyes were on him, “come on taeyong. this is a big moment. put your big boy pants on and let’s do this,” he thrust a fist in the air.

everyone held their breaths when taeyong and doyoung dug their thumbs into the envelopes, tearing away at the glue and pulling out the folded pieces of paper.

“mr. lee taeyong, we are delighted to inform you that your final stage audition on the 12th of february 2013 has been received with great expectation…”

“and as of the fifth of april 2013, you are an official trainee of sm entertainment—oh my gosh! we got in!” doyoung threw the paper over his shoulder, jumping into taeyong’s arms.

everyone cheered for the two, genuinely happy for their acceptance. y/n waited until the two were done hugging before he engulfed taeyong in a warm hug. taeyong, excited and overwhelmed with emotions, seemed to devour the warmth and familiarity, becoming smaller in y/n’s arms.

y/n’s lips hovered by taeyong’s ear, “congratulations, yong. i told you you would make it!” and taeyong held him tighter, not wanting to let go.

“thank you,” he hid his face in y/n’s neck, everyone around them gleaming at their friendship.

after the night was over, taeyong and y/n were cuddled and asleep in his room, nothing but happiness fueling their minds and cake and ice cream settling in their bellies.

y/n could only look at him with anger and regret; and as much as he wanted to be mad at taeyong, he could only be mad at himself because he let him get away. no matter how the story was told, y/n was the first to give up, in his mind.

“why don’t you want to remember?”

taeyong shook his head, wiping the tears from his cheeks once again, “because i hurt you and i can never forgive myself for being so stupid.”

y/n wanted to resent taeyong when just before his debut, he told him they could no longer be together. what made it even more destructive for the two was that y/n was just starting his service in the marine corps. if the years to come weren’t physically taxing enough, taeyong had just made it mentally and emotionally worse.

it was partially taeyong’s fault—the ceo of his company had forbidden him from dating, much less with a man. and he’d taken advantage of taeyong’s situation, letting him train for so long without any mention of a dating ban just to tell him “if you want to debut, you can’t be gay.” y/n hated taeyong more than the ceo at that point in time—“how could you throw away what we have just to dance and sing” but it had become taeyong’s dream.

he had no dream when he was in school and if this was the easiest way out to provide for his family, it was worth the risk to him. but now, being in the same room as y/n after all these years made him realize just how stupid he was as a kid. he’d left behind the best thing he had in life for this. he loved being an idol, no doubt, but he felt lonely—never having a moment of privacy or anyone to come home to after a hard day—he just missed y/n.

“i’m sorry.” taeyong spoke after moments of silence, twiddling his thumbs. “i’m sorry for hurting you and leaving you.” he looked up at y/n.

y/n smiled shallowly, taking taeyong’s hands in his again. “it’s okay.”

“no, it’s not. i loved you and i was stupid to just abandon you like that.” and while taeyong meant to only explain himself, he seemed to dig himself a deeper hole because y/n sighed and let go of his hands, running his own through his hair in silent frustration.

“you loved me?”

“no. i love you. i loved you then and i still do to this day. that’s why i regret it so much.” he watched for any expressions on y/n’s face, but when it didn’t change for some time he quickly followed with, “you don’t have to love me back, i just want you to know i never stopped.”

“i never said i stopped either, yong.”

00 line + finding your sex toys

includes … oral sex (f / m receiving), sex toys (dildos, jack rabbit, yoga balls, vibrators), getting caught masturbating, fingering, slight dom/sub undertones, brief daddy kink, shower sex, jealous sex, humping, all est. relationships, that one meme that’s like ‘[insert hit tweet and the comment directly under it is an ad for a sex toy] LADIES!!!’, excessive use of the word baby, yes I did write this in under an hour while I’m at work, sorry if it’s rushed ._.

minors do not interact, at all; don’t even read (minors get blocked and reported)

Renjun … he wanted to surprise you for a date (nothing new). so, he impulsive took the short drive to your apartment straight from work and punched in the door code, granting himself access. he dropped his puffer jacket on the couch pillows and called out your name, kinda like honey, i’m home, wandering through the rooms until he could find you. and he did! in the shower. with faint moaning going on - a faint moaning that gets louder when he squeaks open the bathroom, little, submissive sobs bouncing off the walls, almost echoed by the opaque glass door covered by an annoying condensation. renjun announced himself, as not to scare you, and described himself taking off his clothes: baby, i’m taking off my shirt right now, can you wait for me? i still have a few more clothes to go, and you encouraged him, choking out whimpers. but you never said the thing you usually do in bed, the thing about nestling his cock as perfectly inside your body as possible. it made his face grow pensive, igniting his body to jump in the shower with you. and it was not a disappointment. you were bent over at a 225-degree angle, shallowly bouncing on a glass dildo stuck to the wall. renjun quickly reaches your front, pushing you upright against the wall by your hips, fingers clenching tightly to keep you in place, and you melted downward, slumping your arms on his shoulders, the faux cock reaching an even deeper angle. renjun slowly makes out with you, mumbling petty phrases over you lips each time you ‘accidentally’ bite him. he guides your hips back and forth, his cock standing hard between the two of you, brushing the dildo, your hole, and your clit. he started out slowly, tilting his head to the side, absorbing your moans, edging your orgasm, then he took half a step back, his cock leaping to reconnect with your warm pussy, and spread your ass cheeks, absolutely railing you on that cock. the strong tip of his dick put so much pressure on your clit until you screamed, cumming hard. you leaned forward for the support his chest could offer, but he pushed you back by your chest, pinching your nipple for extra measure, making you shiver and close your legs. he pushed them open again, coming down to his knees, and kitten licked your vulva, forcing you to stand there, one leg on his shoulder, with a glass cock shoved all the way up your pussy, another orgasm impending. 

Jeno … he found it while cleaning. you left him alone in your room when you left the apartment to get the delivery food from the lobby, and he told you that the 1 minute away means nothing, that you should wait for the delivery person to message you, but you just waved him off and got out of bed. he started off fidgeting with the fluffiness in your duvet, then looking around the shelves, then fiddling with random knickknacks, and before he knew it, he was cleaning your room - reorganizing notebooks, moving the half-full perfume bottle he got for your anniversary on your vanity. he opened a drawer on your nightstand to put away a loose flashlight, but found a light blue jack rabbit vibrator resting on a silk pillow. he picked it up and gave it a little sniff. it smelled lemon-mint fresh, aka newly washed, meaning that you had to have used it recently. he sat on your bed again, turning the toy between his fingers, finding the on-switch easily (he’s never really had a problem with that). the bigger head swirled, and he pressed the next button down. the little, second one buzzed alive, side to side. jeno presses the same button again, and the little bunny face moved even faster. he went up to the first button and clicks it. the top half of the shaft swirled. he presses it again. the entire shaft bobbed up and down, a loud whirring sound distracting him. and when you got back upstairs, you found him, ghosting the bunny on his lengthy cock. you couldn’t help but help him out, teaching him exactly what you like about it and how you use it. he ate you out, first, to get you properly prepped and orgasm-deprived, but he slid the vibrator in you too quickly, jump starting all the buttons, ramming the entire length inside your pussy. you had to stop him before you came painfully. after a few moans, you denied yourself an orgasm and grabbed his wrist, slowing him down. jeno got the hang of it pretty quickly, dragging the bunny face’s vibrations from the tip of your pussy to all the way down, the longer shaft feeling even longer everytime he thrusted it back inside you, pushing it until your whines broke the stratosphere. he bent your leg, and you thought it meant that he wanted you to stay open for him, but he stuffed his beefy cock between your thigh and shin, rocking back and forth, the wet tip throbbing like a pulse. he kisses hickies up your obliques, up your side boob, up your neck, choking the other half, whispering you gonna be my sex toy, baby? you gonna be my dirty, little sex toy? he bit your ear, licking the wound soothed, or will you clean up this mess lemony-fresh too?

Haechan … he had already told you that he would be heading over to your apartment after hanging out with his friends at the internet café. the overwatch game ended faster than he intended, the other team completely wiping them all out, one by one, until mark, their weakest player, was left. all he wanted to do after was lay in your arms, maybe watch an episode or two of a drama, and make chapagetti with the leftover grilled pork belly that you bought for meal prepping earlier that day. but all of that changed when he creeped open your door, mouth dropping. you squatted over a yoga ball, bouncing strong legs on the ground, a very visible thick cock leaving and entering your hole - his hole -, one hand gripping your bed sheets for support, the other permanently fixed between your legs, logically rubbing your clit without him to help as you repeatedly slammed your ass down on the plastic pink dildo. haechan made his presence known with a simple yet loud i didn’t know you had a game to finish too, baby. and you gasped, sinking crudely onto the ball, breathless. you pulled your legs together as much as you could, spinning around on the cock, but you moaned halfway through, breaking your innocent, cute façade. you tried suppressing the noises by biting your lip. it only spurred him on further. he stalked his long legs across the room, grabbing you by the neck, pulling your face close to him. except, your legs were already weak, having indulged yourself in an orgasm or two just previously. you drag him onto the ball with you. his hands braced behind you on the bed, effectively pining you across the footboard, your back arching high, your nipples poking through his shirt. he grinded his chest on top of you, spinning tightly until the only words out of your mouth were asking him to fuck you, not some stupid little sex toy. although, it did come in handy when he displaced you off his cock onto the plastic dildo, your high-pitched whines resonating throughout the room at the overstimulation and fullness abrading your walls. haechan ordered you to bounce a few times before grabbing you by the hair and shoving his cock in your mouth. he roughly guided your lips back and forth, grunting as you met his own balls, forcing you to bounce on the dildo through your tears until he pulled out and came across your face, barely aiming cum on your tongue.

Jaemin … he was rummaging through your closet for his mint hoodie (because you keep taking it and it’s his favorite one!). he wanted to wear it on your date to the amusement park this time, and he already trashed his own closet looking for it. he passed on from the racks, moving into your drawers. and because he’s a bit (re: a lot) cheeky, he peaked into your underwear drawer first. jaemin spotted a couple tiny thongs, a new pink petite bra probably just for your nipples, and an itty-bitty, shiny vibrator. he pocketed it, walking out into the living room where you were also looking for his hoodie (although, clearly not as hard since you rarely want to give up his clothes). he came up from behind you, his hands lowering down your thighs, dipping between them, making you giggle seductively, asking him if he had plans - to which he answered, coyly, no, of course not, but he kept going, pressing his body against you, his cock hardening. you giggled again, are you happy to see me?, but didn’t turn around; his grip wouldn’t let you pull away. he dragged you toward the couch, sitting down first, and patted his lap. you complied bouncily, whispering yes, daddy in english, slowly straddling him, chest to chest, arms resting on the cushions behind him, leaning in deeply, capturing his lips. he coaxed your tongue into his mouth, licking it upward, sucking it while he fumbled above his belt; you felt his hands twist and turn, expecting him to take out his cock and stroke it hard for your wettening cunt. but something cold touches your hole, spreading your dew all over your underwear, saturating every cotton fiber. he tasted the question on your tongue (what is that?) and clicked his tongue, uh uh, then flicked on the vibrator, drawing symbols over your hole, purposefully missing your clit, even when you leaned on your knees to follow the buzzing. he lifted his head up, resting it on the couch, watching you with teasing eyes. jaemin cupped the side of your face, drawing you back onto him before you fall. he used the vibrator to push your panties to the side and get it on your sticky skin. you gasped into the kiss but never pulled away, so jaemin kept it on you, clicking the buttons to the highest setting, holding you still by your throat, rubbing his buldge on your hole, until you squirt. baby, can you do that again? on my cock? i might get jealous if this pathetic toy can make you feel better than daddy. 

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Synopsis: Choi Soobin had been the object of your affection since you were knee high to a grasshopper, your earliest memories containing you making the prettiest Valentine for him each year. So when Soobin decides to ask you over for some passionate conversations, you hardly hesitate despite your gut telling you to turn away.

Contains: Choi Soobin x (f) reader, adult language, smut, angst, mentions of cheating, explicit depictions of unprotected sex, marking kink, handjob, nipple play, creampie, high school crush!Soobin, lovestruck!reader, nonidol!au.

Disclaimer: None of my stories are an extension of a real persona of the idol(s) mentioned. All works of mine are fictional and are to be read for entertainment purposes only. Please do not assume that I am trying to propagate this lifestyle to the idol(s) mentioned. Thank you.

You could feel your heart start to pound wildly in your chest, hands gripping the steering wheel tight as you sped your way down the streets to get to your destination for the night. Originally you had planned on having a movie night with one of your friends from university, but you decided to take a rain check after receiving a text message from a number you would’ve never thought would contact you at any point after high school. In fact, you didn’t even have his number saved, embarrassingly having to ask the stranger for their identity before having to hold back an excited squeal. The person who contacted you? None other than your crush all through adolescence, Choi Soobin.

Choi Soobin had been your crush for as early as you can remember, always staring at him from across the playground as you to played in your respective friend groups. There would be times where Soobin would catch you staring, offering you a kind smile and waving at you to join him. But unfortunately due to your skittish and extremely shy nature, you always hid within the comfort of your friend groups throughout the years. This forced you to simply watch as Soobin grew up and dated various beautiful women, you hoping that one day you could have some kind of chance to be with Soobin romantically.

After all of these years of waiting patiently on the sidelines, you finally have the opportunity to live out one of your most prolific fantasies. Sure there were other men in your life that you had been with, but you would be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t picture Soobin’s face every time you where in a man’s bed. Thoughts of Soobin’s plump lips crashing against yours would flood your brain, never granting you any rest after all these years. You thought that maybe, maybe you would be able to get over him. But having received an invite to his house at just before midnight, you were open to reconsideration.

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