Delphinium. Part 2.

Delphinium. part 2.

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(del·phin·i·um /delˈfinēəm/) is a type of flower representative of spiritual growth and change in flower language.

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pairing→ Mark Lee x female reader

description → You should have known that when he said he loved you after such a small act of intimacy, he wasn’t thinking with his dick. Quite frankly, he didn’t know how to. You also should have known that by being his first, he probably wanted you to be his last.

content → religious mark, possessive behavior and jealousy, loss of virginity, pagan reader, a lot of fluff, coming to terms, happy ending, smut obviously, mark falls in love violently and deliberately, all characters in this fic are in their 20s

note → This part is not stand alone; you need to read the first part to understand.

 not proof read bc im not about that life. 

It’s also a lot less religion heavy since they’d established some sort of thing between each other. In other words, that hurdle has already been jumped over.

tag list → @kpop-crap​, @coffee-prince-kyungsoo​, @fullsun-dreams​, @resceluwu​, @fanficbitchwhowriteskpop, @cumtrov3rsy​, @97jaehyunn​, @ahgastayzen​,

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NCT 127 Reaction: you moaning their name in your sleep

Pairings | Nct 127 x Reader

Genre | smut (more suggestive than anything but some are questionable), fluff

Warnings | SMUT!!! Do not read if you are underaged!!!! Also slight somnophilia.

Word Count | 4.6k

Author’s Note | I did a reaction like this for NCT Dream, but I decided to do the same reaction for 127 just because I thought it'd be fun. I, however, did not redo Mark's and Haechan's because I was simply too lazy too so there's will be the same (I do apologize). Also, I'd like to add that NCT Dream's was smuttier than this one. This reaction is really more suggestive, but there are a few members that get a little more descriptive. I hope you enjoy! I apologize for the images with Jungwoo - Haechan. Dumblr was acting up again and I didn't have the patience to fuck with it.

Tagging | @treasuretaeil @hachanbaecon

Taeyong

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Coming home late was always normal for Taeyong. Being the leader of such a big group, he was always the first one up in the morning and the last to leave schedules. With the new comeback on the rise, he was coming home even later than usual.

Oftentimes, when he returned home, he’d find you awake, sitting on the couch watching whatever came on the television. Recently though, he was coming home to find you already asleep, curled up on your side of the bed, arms encircling a pillow with one of his shirts over it. Tonight was no different.

He was quick to shower and return to the bedroom. It was already 2am and, though he’d not have a schedule until tomorrow afternoon, he wanted to spend as much time with you as possible. Sleep was necessary for that, and as such, he clambered into bed as quietly as possible, sliding up behind your body and draping an arm around your waist before burrowing his face in the pillow, begging sleep to claim him soon.

However, he was quickly caught off guard when a small noise left you, your body moving slightly against him.

He looked over at you, lifting his head.

“(Y/N)?” he asked quietly.

You didn’t respond and he pressed his head back against his pillow, thinking it was his imagination or just a sigh leaving your lips.

“Taeyong…” his name spilled from your lips in a breathy moan, and he knew he heard it this time.

His cock stirred in his sleep shorts and he pressed his pelvis a little closer to your bottom, pulling a grunt from your throat before you stirred awake.

“Tae?” you asked, voice hazy with sleep.

“Yes my love?” he whispered back in a sultry tone.

“You're sticking me in the ass.”

“I know.”

You could hear the smirk in your voice and you rolled your eyes.

“Practice make you horny?” you asked.

“Nope. You moaning my name in your sleep did.”

Your face heated up and you buried your face in his pillows. You knew exactly what he was talking about, even if you didn’t remember moaning out loud.

“Now, why don’t you tell me exactly what I was doing so we can pick up where your dream left off,” he smirked.

A small squeak left your lips, but you weren’t about to complain.

“Your cock felt so good inside me…” you breathed.

His smirk grew as you rolled over to look at him.

“Good thing I’m hard and ready for you then,” he winked.

Taeil

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It never ceased to surprise Taeil just how quickly you could fall asleep in any situation it seemed. Currently, you were sitting on a rather uncomfortable couch with your head on his shoulder, snoring quietly in his ear as Donghyuck recording finished the last few verses of his parts, Taeyong sitting at the controls beside the techy. You had fallen asleep somewhere along Johnny and Yuta’s recording sessions and hadn’t moved much since.

Taeil smiled down at you fondly. His shoulder might have fallen asleep twenty minutes earlier, but he’d never dare move and disturb your slumber. Especially when you looked so adorable against him. Even if it was a little awkward with you laying on him in a room full of his members. That awkwardness grew, however, the second a breathy moan escaped your lips.

“What was that?” Mark asked, spinning around in his seat, eyes wide and looking in every direction of the room.

Taeil’s ears tinted pink and he squirmed nervously as he caught Yuta’s smirk in the corner of his eye.

“Maybe you should take (Y/N) home,” he suggested, wiggling his eyebrows and looking all too suggestive.

The pink turn to red and Taeil tried to hide his face in your hair when his blood ran cold.

“Taeil,” you moaned softly, but not quiet enough that the others didn’t hear.

“Oh-ho-ho,” Johnny grinned. “I think Taeil’s right! You should take her home.”

The plan had been for you to go out to dinner with the boys once they’d finished rehearsing, but that seemed to be dashed along the rocks now. The boys wouldn’t be able to stop cackling at your expense if you still went out with them and you’d likely never want to show your face around them again if you found out what happened.

“Take her home, hyung. And, word of advice, don’t tell her what happened. It will only mortify her,” Taeyong’s wise words voice what Taeil had just been thinking and he nodded stifely.

“(Y/N),” he called softly.

You shuffled against him but didn’t respond until he shook your shoulder lightly.

“Hm?” you asked sleepily.

“Come on baby. You fell asleep. Let’s go home and get some more rest,” he spoke as calmly as he could under the suggestive smirks of Johnny and Yuta.

“But what about dinner?” you inquired, biting back a yawn as you glanced up at him.

“Uh… They decided not to go…” Taeil responded, sweating beading his forehead at the lie.

“Oh… ok,” you accepted the answer.

You snuggled more against Taeil slightly before pulling yourself from his warmth and standing from the couch, stretching out.

“Can we go back to my apartment?” you offered.

A whistle left Jaehyun’s lips and you turned to glance at him in confusion before Taeil was ushering you out of the room, shooting a dirty glare at his dongsaeng.

“You know, I had the most amazing dream,” you muttered as Taeil closed the recording room door.

“Oh really?” Taeil deadpanned, eager to get you out of the building.

Johnny

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Johnny loved going on tour with his bandmates and performing for their fans across the globe, but it was never easy to leave you behind for such long periods of time. While you both skyped most every night, it just wasn’t the same without you snuggled against his chest and no matter how many times Donghyuck crawled in bed with him and cuddled him in the same way, it would never be the same.

When the tour finally ended, he was sad he wouldn’t be performing across the globe any longer, but he was so excited to see you again. As the van pulled in front of your apartment building, Johnny bid goodbye to the members that would be heading back to the dorm, thanking the manager for dropping him at your place, before climbing out, grabbing his bag to haul with him. He didn’t wait for the van to pull off before walking into the dimly lit lobby, casting a small smile at the slightly confused overnight manager sitting at the front desk. He flashed a copy of your key, earning a disinterested nod before heading for the elevator and pressing the button for your floor.

It was late. You’d no doubt be asleep, but he didn’t mind as long as he woke up in the morning with you in his arms.

As the elevator dinged, he got out and walked down the hallway as quietly as possible before reaching your door. He pushed the key into the hole and made his way inside. He left his luggage in the living room, afraid the wheels would wake you, so he opted to store it away in the morning. He stripped off his clothes leaving them laying on the couch and padded into the dark bedroom where you were, sure enough, sound asleep on his side of the bed.

He cooed at the sight, but he passed the bed and headed for the bathroom to wash his face before bed when your sweet voice met his ears.

“Johnny,” you moaned quietly.

It would have been inaudible if there was another noise in the apartment.

“Go back to sleep sweetheart, I’ll be there soon,” he reassured.

This appeased you, or so he thought, until his name was tumbling from your lips again.

He peaked out from the bathroom, raising an eyebrow in confusion until he saw your body writhe and roll over.

“Johnny,” the moan was whiner this time.

A smirk grew across Johnny’s face and any sense of exhaustion immediately left his body. He padded across the floor to the bed, standing over your still moving form and grinned.

“Baby,” he called in a soothing tone.

You stirred but didn’t wake.

“Wake up baby girl.”

This time, your eyes slowly opened, meeting his.

“Johnny? You’re back!” you cried, moving to sit up.

He didn’t allow that though, instead, moving down on top of you, hovering over your body.

“How many times have you called out for me in the middle of the night without me hear to satisfy you?” he whispered softly.

Heat crept up your neck and you turned away from him, but he guided your eyes back to his.

“Tell me, baby girl,” he spoke calmly.

“Too many,” you answered with a small whine.

He hummed, nodding at your statement as he gripped the comforter, pulling it down from your body.

“Let’s start easing your discomfort,” he smirked, bending down to capture your lips in a heated, desirous kiss.

Yuta

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It was absolutely not uncommon for Yuta to wake up before you in the morning with his dick painfully hard against the fabric of his boxers and a conundrum of either waking you up to help him or letting you sleep.

Most of the time, he was nice and stroked himself to completion in the shower while you slept. Other times, if he was desperate enough, he’d wake you up and ask for anything you were willing to give. Which usually lead to him fucking your mouth.

Today was no different. His eyes opened with the sunlight that bled through the bedroom curtains, his body feeling rested. His cock straining against the tight fabric of the underwear he’d been wearing because no matter how many times he begged, you refused to sleep next to him if he was completely naked. He let out a small groan. It got old being horny and having to make an important decision so early in the day. Sometimes he wished he could just control his dick’s hardness and make things easier. Today, however, seemed to be his lucky day.

“Yuta…” you moaned, body rolling over slightly.

Yuta glanced over at you, eyebrow raised.

“Yes, my love?” he asked.

When he received no response, he rolled over to face you, hand moving to rest on your shoulder.

“Yuta,” you moaned a little louder this time.

His dick twitched in his pants.

“Don’t tease me so early baby, it isn’t nice,” he complained, trailing his fingers along the bare skin of your arm.

Again, he received no response.

He pursed his lips, eyes trailing over your body. You looked asleep but you sure sounded awake. Could you be teasing him because you knew he was horny? Could you actually be asleep? Could you be moaning his name in your sleep from a wet dream?

It proved the latter was the case as your hips suddenly jerked forward, a quiet mewl leaving your lips. The kind of sound that you made only when his lips were attached to your clit.

A smirk grew across his face and he leaned in close to your body to press his mouth against his ear.

“If you like what I’m doing in your dreams, wake up and we’ll make it a reality,” he whispered huskily.

Your eyes flew open almost instantly, lips parted as you took in a deep breath, your body shaking ever so slightly.

“Yuta?” you questioned.

“Hm?” he grunted, raising a teasing eyebrow as you turned to look at him.

“Eat me out.”

It was neither demand nor plea, and while Yuta would usually make you beg for him, he was feeling a little generous this morning.

“As you wish,” he winked, head disappearing beneath the blankets.

Doyoung

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Doyoung’s eyes cracked open blearily in the pitch black room, a scowl adorned on his lips as he glanced at the red letters flashing on the alarm clock. He had no idea what had woken him up from such a peaceful, much needed rest, but whatever it was seemed to have no effect on your figure lying curled into his side sweetly.

He sighed, jealousy at your uninterrupted sleep and the thought of possibly waking you up crossed his mind. However, you were even more cranky than he was when woken up in the dead of the night. If he woke you up for no good reason other than to make you suffer with him, he wouldn’t hear the end of it for the next month.

He sighed, rolling onto his side, careful not to disturb you as he moved. He curled his legs behind yours and draped an arm over your middle, letting out a soft sigh as his body relaxed against the mattress, eyes closing as sleep began overtaking him again. However, right as sleep began knocking on his door, he was roused again by the same noise that woke him to begin with.

A small, breathy moan that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

“Doyoung,” your voice whispered.

It sounded odd. Too shaky and breathy to be the voice of someone who’d just woken up, but he answered nonetheless.

“Hmm?” he asked quietly.

He waited a moment for you to respond, but when he was met with silence, he raised an eyebrow.

“Are you awake?” he whispered.

Silence met his ears again and he began to think that maybe he was hearing things when his name tumbled from your lips again, but this time, he knew exactly what had woken him up.

“Doyoung…” you moaned quietly, head digging into the pillow, your body shuddering slightly against him.

Part of him wanted to take you up and kick you out of bed, but he couldn’t deny the feeling your breathy moans stirred inside him. Besides, what kind of boyfriend would he be if he let you suffer in silence.

“(Y/N),” he whispered into the night.

No response. Instead, your back arched against his chest and he grit his teeth.

“(Y/N),” he called a bit louder.

This time, your voice hummed in response.

“Wake up so we can fuck,” he demanded.

You groaned in distaste.

“Go jack off in the bathroom.”

“And leave my girlfriend to get off in her dreams?” he asked, voice pitched higher, teasing.

You rolled over, eyes now wide and alert as you gawked at him.

“How did you know that?!” you hissed.

“Well when your moaning wakes me up, it’s kind of hard to miss,” he replied almost sarcastically.

You let out an embarrassed squeak that was silenced as his lips met yours in a piercing kiss.

“Now tell me, are we going back to sleep and pretending this didn’t happen or are we going to fuck until we’re satisfied and then sleep in in the morning?” he asked.

You took a moment to answer, almost as though you were weighing your options.

“Fuck me daddy.”

Jaehyun

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Sleep was something that had always come so naturally to Jaehyun that he had no idea what to do as he lay awake staring at the ceiling as you snored quietly beside him. He didn’t want to say he was jealous as you snoozed so soundly, practically dead to the world as your eyelids flickered with whatever dream you were having, but you just looked so peaceful while he struggled to put Donghyuck’s words out of his mind.

“Have any you ever tried 69ing with your partner?” the younger man had asked randomly earlier that day as the members and their significant others had sat down to eat lunch at a restaurant.

When everyone responded with questioning eyes with the exception of Johnny who’d likely educated him on the subject.

“It’s when you both give oral at the same time! Not only do you get to eat your partner out, but you also get to stuff her mouth and gag her with your own cock that she’s practically choking on as she moans! It’s so hot!” he had insisted.

Taeyong had scolded him for such talk, especially at the table, and everyone had sense tried to put it out of their minds, but Jaehyun just couldn’t. Every time he looked at you, all he could see was you choking on him, teas falling down your cheeks as he drove you to your third orgasm with just his mouth.

His body shuddered. Oh how he wanted to see you writhing as you struggled to get him off the same way he got you off. To see you squirm and moan and choke and-

“Jaehyun,” your breathless voice moaned, bringing the male back from his imagination, eyes glancing at your still sleeping body.

Had he imagined hearing you? Perhaps he had, thinking too much about how you’d sound choking on him-

“Jaehyun,” you moaned again, voice stretching out the syllables of his name in a drawn out whine.

He definitely heard that!

“Babe?” he asked quietly.

When you didn’t respond, he kept his eyes on you, waiting to see if you showed any other sign of being awake, but when a small snore left you, he let out a small sigh.

“Wistful thinking, Jaehyun,” he muttered to himself.

“Not so wistful,” your voice answered.

He jumped so hard at the sudden intrusion into his spoken aloud thoughts that he felt as though he’d jolted right out of his skin.

“You’re awake?!” he croaked, heart thundering in his chest.

“Mm.” you responded, resting your head on his arm and glancing up at him, your eyes lighting up in the darkness.

“Did I wake you?” he asked.

You shook your head and he let out a sigh of relief.

“The thought of your cock down my throat and your lips on my clit did.”

He choked on his own saliva, eyes wide. Had you been dreaming about the same thing he’d been thinking?!

“You wanna try it?”

“Hell yeah!” you responded, kicking off the blanket.

Sleep was overrated when you two could be doing much more exciting things.

Jungwoo

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It had been a long day. Almost unbearably long. So when you both had walked through the threshold of your apartment, Jungwoo didn’t blame you for immediately pulling him to the bedroom and plopping down on the bed, falling asleep almost as soon as your head hit the pillow. Jungwoo, on the other hand, couldn’t fall asleep quite as fast.

With so many exhausting dance practices and constantly moving from one place to the next, his body had gotten used to staying up extremely late and waking up just as early the next morning. In fact, it had come to the point of almost calling himself an insomniac as he always struggled to shut his body down enough to get a few measly hours of sleep. This week off was hopefully going to help with that, but his first night on break was going to do nothing for his sleep schedule if he didn’t wind himself down as effectively as possible.

He stripped off his clothing, dropping them in your hamper by the sink in the bathroom before starting a warm shower and stepping inside. The water worked wonderfully on his muscles and he could feel himself relaxing, his mind becoming hazy as his body slumped against the shower wall.

It wasn’t often that he got the luxury of hot showers. He usually squeezed a shower in after practice after six other people had gone ahead of him. By that point, most of the hot water was long gone and he was left to shiver in the icy, moving in and out as quickly as possible. Tonight, however, the heat felt amazing. So amazing, in fact, that he felt his cock stir. The warmth of the water had, apparently, reminded his dick of your warm, moist walls and how snuggly they held him between them.

His shower ended not long after that. He didn’t bother jacking off. He wouldn’t be able to cum like he did with you, anyways, so there really wasn’t much point. Instead, he dressed in a pair of soft, fuzzy pajamas that you must have laid out for him earlier in the day and crawled into bed beside your sleeping body, casting you a soft smile as he got comfortable on his side, letting his eyes drift closed.

He still couldn’t sleep. But at least he was relaxed and comfortable. That had to account for something. And eventually he’d fall asleep.

“Jungwoo,” your voice mumbled incoherently.

“Did I wake you?” Jungwoo questioned in the darkness, eyes opening to glance at your still figure.

“Jungwoo,” your voice sounded again, except this time, it sounded like a-

A gasp tore past your lips and Jungwoo sat up straight, eyes scanning your body for whatever could possibly be making you make that noise.

“Oh Jungwoo,” you moaned, hips slowly beginning to grind against the air.

Pink seeped to Jungwoo’s ears. Y-you were…

Something in your dream must have snapped you awake because not five seconds later, you were sucking in a deep breath and looking around you, flustered as your eyes met his.

“Nice dream?” Jungwoo choked out.

You squirmed nervously, fidgeting with your fingers under the blanket.

“I-I… yeah,” you mumbled.

Jungwoo didn’t respond. His tongue felt tied to the roof of his mouth as he replayed your actions in his mind, his dick growing harder in his pants the more you thought about it.

“I can’t sleep,” he mumbled finally, breaking the silence.

Your eyes met his again, sympathy painting your features.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” you asked.

“Yes. Ride me,” he answered.

You certainly had no problem with that.

Mark

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Mark winced when the bathroom door slammed closed behind him. He had meant to close it gently, but as he clung to the towel around his waist, he seemed to have lost his hold on the door.

Nervously, he cast a glance in your direction, sighing when it appeared that you hadn’t even rolled over. It was late and he’d just gotten home. The last thing he wanted to do was wake you up, for a multitude of reasons. One of them being you scolding him for staying out with the Dreamies so late. He just couldn’t help it. He felt like he hadn’t seen them in forever.

He padded across the floor to his dresser to grab a pair of boxers when he heard you shift under the blankets, his name falling from your lips in a whisper.

“I’ll be there in a minute,” he called, thinking you were awake.

When you didn’t respond, he thought you’d simply fallen back to sleep, that is, until a breathy moan stopped him dead in his tracks.

“(Y/N)?”

“Of fuck! Mark!” you called out, louder this time.

His mouth ran dry as spun around, eyes wide as they scanned your silhouette under the comforter. Your hips were moving, grinding against nothing, your fingers delicately clutching the top blanket as you threw your head back and moaned again.

Fuck…

Mark could feel his member hardening as he watched your body writhe on the bed, caught up in whatever dream Mark was doing. And damn, dream Mark seemed to be doing a damn good job.

“Mark please!” you begged, eyes still closed tightly.

Mark swallowed thickly, now torn between waking you up and fucking you senseless or simply getting himself off and waiting until morning to make your dream a reality. However as your eyes suddenly flew open, his question was answered for him.

“Mark?” you asked breathlessly.

A smirk crawled onto Mark’s face as he sat down on the edge of the bed, hand finding your thigh under the blankets.

“Fuck me,” you whimpered.

He let the towel drop from his body.

“Your wish is my command,” he grinned before diving under the blankets.

He pushed your thighs apart and pressed a kiss to your clit, making you jolt and whine before kissing up your body.

“How about you tell me what I was doing to you in your dream?” he asked, smirking.

You looked away as embarrassment crept up, but he caught your jaw, making you look at him.

“Tell me.”

“Y-you were eating me out, but you wouldn’t let me cum,” you whined.

His smirk only grew.

“Maybe we’ll have to try that next time,” he said before pressing his member into your heat, making your back arch off the bed in desire.

Haechan

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Sleep was hard to come by for Lee Donghyuck. One would think that after multipe schedules with multiple units he’d be completely tuckered out and seconds from sleep by the time he finally got home, which was partially true.

He was exhausted, but he wasn’t sleepy. Not yet at least. After so many schedules, dance practices specifically, he was wired, energy and adrenaline continuously pumping through his veins. It was his hope that taking a hot shower would wash away the energy and allow him to get some sleep, but as he settled into bed beside your sleeping body, he couldn’t keep away the wiggles.

He squirmed this way and that, but he tried not to move so much he woke you up.

“Hyuck…” your voice groaned.

He paused in his movements, stilling completely as he waited for you to chastise his movements and tell him to sleep on the couch if he couldn’t be still, something he was seriously considering, but when no other words left your lips, he just assumed you were sleep talking like you did at times. Except this time, instead of muttering something else incoherent, a low moan escaped your throat, making Donghyuck’s blood freeze momentarily.

When he did roll over, it was to smirk at your sleeping for, eyebrow raised as he waited for more of his favorite sounds to escape your perfect lips.

With another moan, Donghyuck was on you, hovering over your body as if he expected you to wake up any moment and give him that teasing grin you knew would get you in trouble. However, when you didn’t move, your still as relaxed as a sleeping person’s, he sighed. You weren’t awake. But… That didn’t mean he couldn’t wake you up.

Under the blankets, he shifted his body until his hips where between your spreak thighs. No more sounds had left your mouth and, for a moment, Donghyuck almost felt guilty about wanting you, however, as his cock strained against his too tight boxers, he knew he wasn’t about to use his hand to get himself off, especially not when you and your dreams had caused his issues to begin with.

“Babe.” he whispered, lowering his hips onto yours, pressing his clothed member against your underwear-clad core.

You didn’t respond, head lulling to the side.

Again, Donghyuck toyed with the thought of leaving you to sleep, feeling almost like a creep for being on top of you while you were sleeping, but as your back arched and a loud gasp left your lips, it was game over.

“Right there Hyuck!” you moaned out.

“(Y/N) Wake up!” he snapped, admittedly a little louder than he meant to.

Your eyes snapped open, immediately shrieking at the boy on top of you.

“What are you doing?!” you hissed.

“Do you want to continue your dream?”

Embarrassment crept onto your face, pulling a smirk onto Donghyuck’s.

“W-what?”

“Do you want to continue your dream?”

With a nod, Donghyuck made haste removing your clothes before pressing himself into your heat, drawing a long moan from your lips as you were finally filled.

hi nini! first of all, congratulations on your one year tumblr writing anniversary!! you are one of the best, if not, the best writer on here and i'm so thankful for your masterpieces and will continue to support your future writings always ♡♡ for your special event i would like to request: jeno, 7. enemies-to-lovers!au & 18. "i'm not jealous" (how cliche i knowww but i trust you will execute this in a way that will leave me speechless)!!

[a/n] OMG HI LOVE. i haven't heard from you for a while, i hope you're doing well! thank you so much for your continuous support, i don't think i would be where i am today without it! ♡♡ i hope you enjoy this small scenario that i've written!

PAIRING. prince!jeno x princess!reader GENRES. romance if you squint your eyes, enemies-to-lovers!au, arranged marriage!au PROMPT. "i'm not jealous" WORDS. 852

It was tradition for all past crown princes and princesses to have a ball hosted in their honour for their 20th birthday, to signify the official start for the search for their significant other.

In short, it was a ball to find your future husband.

As the crown princess and future queen of the kingdom of Xerin, you had been taught since a young age that it was something that was inevitable. You had to do it because it was part of your duties.

However, unlike what many might think, you didn’t hate this tradition.

Or at least, not as much as your predecessors did.

Your mother, who was the current queen, found your father the same way, and they fell in love. They had a love so strong and beautiful that it made you wish that you had something similar to what they have, or at least an ounce of what they have.

You once believed that the tradition wouldn’t be necessary as you already had someone in mind in regards to who you wanted to be your future spouse.

You stole a glance over at Prince Jeno, one of the oldest princes from the Dream kingdom. He was the one you had in mind as the two of you were once as close as your parents were. But something shifted in your relationship’s dynamics, one that you couldn’t understand and still couldn’t comprehend today. Ever since then, you two hadn’t had a civil conversation.

Even though it was a ball in your honour, you couldn’t help but feel the loneliness creeping up on you as the only birthday wish you had for the longest time was for Jeno to simply look at you again.

“May I have this dance, your Highness?”

You broke out of your reverie to only see Prince Haechan extending a hand for you. Your lips pursed in apprehension — you weren’t really in a mood to socialize even though it was your birthday party.

But a nudge on the part of your mother forced a smile upon your face and to nod reluctantly at Haechan’s request.

You and Haechan barely danced for half of the song when someone suddenly barged in between the two of you.

“Prince Haechan, mind if I cut in?”

Your eyes widened in surprise as Jeno glared at his cousin. They then went back-and-forth between Haechan and Jeno’s extending hand. However, you also didn’t miss the small smirk that appeared on the former’s face as he accepted Jeno’s request.

“Of course not.”

You curtsied just the slightest at Jeno’s small bow as the music restarted for a new dance. Jeno’s hand tightened around your hand and waist whereas his face remained as stoic as ever. You frowned in response, not liking his attitude one bit.

“That wasn’t very polite of you,” you muttered through gritted teeth as you two waltzed. “Not to mention how you basically ignored royal protocol.”

Jeno scoffed. “Since when do we have a royal protocol when it comes to waltzing?”

You were slightly taken aback. “Since you asked to waltz with the princess that’s about to get married off to some random dude, then yeah, there’s a royal protocol, alright.”

Jeno’s expression hardened at your words, almost as if he was angry at the thought of it — but that was impossible, right? Why would he be angry, anyway?

But he proved you wrong. “As if I’d let you marry some random guy that you don’t even like.”

“And why on Earth would you even care about who I marry?”

Jeno’s silence was deafening.

“Wait…” Your cheeks felt hot at his lack of response. “Are- are you jealous?”

The prince’s jaw slackened even more and he refused to meet your eyes as he gritted out, “I’m not jealous.”

You squeezed his hand in anger, but nothing in his expression showed that it hurt. “Fine, whatever! Let’s just pretend you’re not jealous — then how is it any of your business who I’m marrying? What if I do like Prince Haechan? Who are you to prevent me from marrying him?”

“Haechan?” Jeno snorted almost in amusement. “As if he’s your type.”

You rolled your eyes. “And because you know my type so well.”

But the look he gave you following your sentence was indescribable and almost challenging. It felt as if Jeno was able to see through you perfectly and it was a feeling that left you nervous because the last thing you wanted was for him to discover your feelings for him. You were intent on keeping your feelings locked away and bringing them with you to your grave.

“I just don’t want you to get hurt.”

God, you simply couldn’t take this anymore. How long did the song last and why was it not over yet?

“And how exactly are you going to prevent me from getting hurt, then?” you retorted.

“By marrying me.”

You almost tripped but you took your revenge by accidentally stepping over Jeno’s feet. “Excuse me?” you spluttered.

Jeno tilted his head before giving you a smouldering smirk.

“You will be marrying me.”

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pairing: jake x female!reader

genre: smut,, 18+ only - readers discretion is advised

warnings: explicit/vulgar lang, unprotected!sex (wrap it up or pack it up yall), slight n!pple play, praise!kink, f!ngering, bulge!kink, cum!shot, cream!pie, dom!jake

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Jake has always been so sweet and gentle in bed and you loved it but tonight you wanted things to be different.

“You want me to be rougher tonight baby? Are you sure?”

Jake looked at you genuinely asking just in case because deep down he was excited and curious.

“Yes, I’m sure. Are you okay with that?”

“I'm all for it baby, don't worry about me.”

Jake smiles at you and pulls you in for a kiss that quickly escalated into a heated make out that had you panting and Jake biting and tugging at your lips.

Jake walks you back onto your bed and helps you lay down, continuing to leave open wet kisses down your neck and collarbone.

You’re lightly whimpering from the kisses trailing along your skin. you laced your fingers into Jake’s hair as he went lower and lower. He removed his and your shirts and removed your bra in the process, kissing and licking your breasts. you were moaning, tugging at Jake’s hair which made him groan against your n!pple. you arch your back slightly from the various stimulations as he also flicked at you other n!pple with his thumb. Jake moved back up to kiss your lips as he got busy removing your shorts and panties.

He traced his fingers up your inner thigh before placing his right hand where you wanted him. his middle and ring fingers slipping between your lower lips, spreading your slick all over. You moaned out when you felt Jake’s fingers circling your clit, hearing him chuckle quietly.

“Is my baby sensitive? I only touched you a little and you're making so much noise for me and you're so wet for me too. Such a good girl.”

You whimpered at his words, getting wetter with what he was saying. You gasped and groaned when he finally pushed a finger in, thrusting in and out then adding a second. You hold onto his arm and the bed sheets as Jake was pumping his fingers into your pussy. Jake suddenly stopped his movement, making you whine.

“Baby, don’t you want my cock?”

“I do.”

“Then wait patiently.”

You watch Jake get up to remove his pants and boxers, noticing the tent in his pants look incredibly tight and uncomfortable. once he pulled his boxers down, your mouth watered from the sight. you could never get used to his size, always feeling stuffed and stretched full not like you were complaining though.

Jake climbs in between your legs, sliding his length in between your wet folds making you moan and raise your hips to him. Jake smirks at that, knowing how needy you are for him.

“You ready for me?”

“Yes please, I need you Jake.”

And in that moment, Jake pushed all the way in, making you moan out from the sudden intrusion.

“So good for me, fuck.”

Jake breathed out and groaned in your ear. He was moving his hips in shallow strokes, gradually picking up the pace till he suddenly stopped.

“Move to the edge of the bed for me baby.”

Jake moved off the bed a basically pulled you to the edge, not giving you time to move there yourself.

Sliding the head of his cock through your lower lips to collect your wetness on his tip, Jake finally pushes in again.

“God you’re so tight.”

Jake picked up the pace again, making you moan and curse as you felt every inch of his cock filling you up. Jake was pushing your legs all the way apart and down, spread you wide for him to get in deep.

Jake’s eyes were traveling all over your face and down to your body when he finally noticed it.

“Do you see that?”

Jake grabs your chin to get you to focus on what he’s talking about. You feel Jakes hand pressed against your stomach but your still hazy from pleasure since Jake was still thrusting into your pussy but now at a slow steady pace. You finally look down to where Jake’s hand is and you see it as well. Every thrust in, there was a bump that formed at the bottom of your stomach, near Jake’s hand.

“Look at that, I’m bulging out of you and I only noticed now. Fuck that’s so hot.”

You feel Jake push his hand down where the bulge forms and started thrusting into you deep and hard.

You’re a moaning mess once again but this time it’s different. The pressure Jake is applying on your lower stomach and the deep strokes is making you dizzy, making you feel everything 10x more.

“Oh fuck fuck fuck, it feels so good.” you whine out, almost wanting to move away from how overwhelming the sensation was.

Jake moves his hand back down to your hips, groaning out as he watchs the bulge appear and disappear with every thrust.

You felt Jake’s shaft pulsing inside you and the knot building in your stomach grew tighter.

“Jake, I'm close, so close.“

“Okay baby, cum for me.”

Jake leans down and kisses your neck and moves to keep eye contact with you. He watches as your eyebrows knit together and your eyes fill with desperation to cum. Moaning and cursing at how good Jake is making you feel, fuels Jake to speed up, making the your headboard bang against the wall.

Jake can feel your walls fluttering around him so he moves away once again to look down at you as you reach your orgasm. You reach down to hold on to Jake’s wrist as you feel your body shake, crying out as you look up at him before your eyes roll to the back of your head and your body arching off the bed.

“That’s it baby.”

Thrusting into you sloppily to chase his own climax, Jake holds on to your hips tight and moans out your name as he shoots his load into you as your cunt milks him of his seed.

Your body slumps down and slightly shivering as Jake pumps into you a bit more to push the last bit of cum. His last thrust, he watches the bulge form in your stomach before finally pulling out.

Jake falls back on the bed, pulling you to the middle and finally lays beside you, spooning you with a soft smile.

“That was so fucking good.” you say breathlessly as Jake gives you a kiss on your ear.

“I loved watching my dick in your stomach.”

He whispered nonchalantly as he closed his eyes, letting sleepiness take over.

“JAKE!” you elbowed him lightly.

“What?? it’s true.”

You could tell he was smiling when he spoke and felt him snuggle into your neck. You shook your head and giggled at him, letting sleep take over as well.

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pairing: sub!jake/afab reader

summary: you and jake are on a roadtrip for his birthday and he can’t keep his dick in his pants

warnings: car sex, very light choking kink, unsafe sex, light degradation kink

requested: yes!

word count: 1.6K

a/n: happy nasty nineteen jakey! ♥

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The Virgin Series – Lee Jeno

Part of ‘The Virgin Diaries’ Series

Virgin!Au, University!Au, Friends-With-Benefits!Au

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Minor Angst

Warnings: Explicit Sex, Rough Sex, Loss of Virginity.

Word Count: 11.5k

Summary: Jeno often found that he had a lot of free time on his hands. Between going to his classes, studying, and going to the gym, he didn’t do much else apart from lounge around the apartment eating snacks. Not needing a part time job like his roommates because of his well-off parents, Jeno knew he had it easy, but it never got to his head, and he was always seen as the sweet, kind person he was. But this pact really threw his head into a spin. As he sat in class thinking about it, a lightbulb went off in his head as he saw you struggling with the work in the front of the class. You suddenly found yourself in a deal that threw your life into a spin. If you took Jeno’s virginity, he would give you tutoring for the rest of the semester. It was the deal of a lifetime to you, a handsome boy offering you sex and tutoring. But when you don’t end up sticking to the one-time sex thing, can you keep things strictly studying and sex with no feelings?

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