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Hello. Most of you know Im a NCT fan to the death of me..I am aware of these "Accusations" for the member Taeil. This us a heartbreaking for me, he was my bias. I am pulling down my X Readers of Taeil. This situation is disgusting and its not looking good at all!
As a nct fan for 6 years and a huge fan of Taeil during that time, im very hurt. Though I know no hurt compaired to what the victim went through. I really dont want to think about this. I will not be writing about NCT for a while, I need some time away from this and I want to distance myself from them respectfully.
This does not mean I will not write about the other members. Oh trust me, Im still a NCT fan. But, what I need right now is to hear that the victim is getting all the support and justice that she needs and then some.
ᴋᴘᴏᴘ ᴍᴏᴍᴍʏ ᴋɪɴᴋ sᴍᴜᴛs 2.0 (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/UiNb/QzkXYKBgzI Another collection of my shitty Kpop mommy/ femdom smuts because shitpad hates me and deleted my other book :')
ᴋᴘᴏᴘ ᴍᴏᴍᴍʏ ᴋɪɴᴋ sᴍᴜᴛs 2.0 (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/UiNb/qFhr5wahzI Another collection of my shitty Kpop mommy/ femdom smuts because shitpad hates me and deleted my other book :')
bad boy! jeno
[7:57pm]
'For gods sake jaehyun!'
You snapped at him, eyes wavering in frustration as the boy merely looked up at you, before setting his eyes back on the book he was reading.
'You knew what you were getting into when you dated me, so don't start fucking complaining now.'
Jaehyun tsked as he turned the page of his book, eyes focused.
You scoffed as you threw a pillow at his face, not before storming out his house in frustration.
Angst (Mark Lee x Reader)
{10:04 PM}
Angst Prompt: “It’s Ok, you don’t have to love me back”
You skimmed over the last few words of your essay. You stretched your arms and let out a soft groan. You took a deep breath and pressed the submit button. You waited a few moments and slumped back when you saw the confirmation. You were finally done. You leaned over the your side and reached for your phone. The first thing that you noticed was your lock screen. You smiled as you reminisced about the memory.
It was winter. The sky was inky black but the street lamps lit up the streets perfectly. The trees were covered in a light layer of snow. Everything was perfect, you were unbelievably happy walking next to the love of your life. You and Mark walked in comfortable silence when you felt his hand touch your shoulder. You look at him with a smile and you can see a blush creep onto his cheeks. “Wanna take a picture together?” he asked. You looked at him incredulously. “I mean-, if-, if you want to..i guess,” he stuttered. You smiled as you reached up to poke his cheek, “I would love to, I just didn’t expect my Markie to be so bold,” you said teasingly. He looked away but you could see the traces of a smile.
You pulled out your phone and raised it up to fit the both of you. You both held up piece signs and hearts. As you were snapping pictures, you felt him kiss your cheek. You blushed and looked away. He smiled as you took your phone from your hand. “Aww, my baby looks so cute,” he gushed, poking your cheeks. You looked at the picture and couldn’t help but smile. It was perfect.
Every thing was so perfect back then.
You stared at the lockscreen when a message popped up, distracting you from your trip down memory lane. It was from Mark. You frowned slightly upon reading it.
Y/N, I’m waiting at your lobby, can you come and meet me down here, we need to talk - Mark
You grabbed your coat, phone and keys and ran out the door. You ran the stairs and smiled when you saw him in the lobby. He eyes met yours and dropped down to the ground. Your smile fell off your face. You walked up to him and was about to touch his face, when he moved away. “Let’s talk in the car,” he said softly, turning away. You follow him and sat in the passenger seat of his car. It was warm and you looked out the windows, confused and anxious. It was silent for about twenty minutes, neither you or Mark said a word.
You must have dozed off because when you woke up, Mark was staring out the window, nervously tapping his foot. He noticed that you woke up and took a deep breath. “We’re here,” he said. “What’s going on? Mark, you’re scaring me,” you say softly. His eyes meet yours, his eyes are soft and you can see tears brim in his eyes. You reach up to wipe away the tears but he pushes your hands away softly, “ Let me explain,” Mark starts, “Recently NCT’s debut has been finalized and I’ve been offered a position to be in 2 of the units. Sooman talked to me and told me how I’m really talented and how I’ve been working for so long that I deserve to debut. But he said that he’ll let me debut under one condition.” “Condition?”you ask cautiously. “I have to be single, I’ll be allowed to debut as long as I am not in a relationship,” he says sadly. You felt your heart drop. You started tearing up, Mark head perked up and immediately reached to wipe away your tears but you swatted his hands away. His eyes look back at the ground. “So? What is your decision?” you say, a little part of you praying that he declined. You yell at yourself, how could you ask Mark to put you before his dream. Maybe because you wanted him to love you just as much as you loved him. “I’ve decided that I really want to debut. Y/n, I’m so sorry. You deserve better but I need to debut. This is my dream,” he says, his eyes pleading with yours. You nod. “I understand, I love you. I always have,” you say with a sad smile, “It’s Ok, you don’t have to love me back”. His eyes meet yours and you can see his heart break. “Can we.. at least try and be friends? I need you in my life,” Mark asks. “Mark, I don’t think I can physically commit to being friends with you. Everytime, I look at you, I’m reminded of all the memories we made together. I can’t be near you without wanting to kiss you,” you say. He nods and roughly starts up the car. “Mark, please don’t be angry. I’m sorry,” you say softly. “Don’t say that you’re sorry, the only person who should be apologizing is me. You did nothing wrong, it’s all me and will always be me,” he says quietly.
The rest of the drive home is quiet. You stare out the windows. It reminds you of the night in the park. You pull out you phone and press on the picture of you and Mark. You look at it silently before pressing the delete icon. Your heart aches as you watch the picture disappear. You continue to stare out the window, unaware of Mark’s eyes. His heart shattered watching you delete that picture. That picture was a memory that he cherished so dearly. He looked back at the road, silently begging his heart to stop aching.
As you reached your home, You got of the car slowly. Mark walked you up to the door. You were about to walk in when you felt him grip your wrist. “I know that I’m asking for a lot but can i hug you one last time?” he asks. You nod and feel him pull you into a tight hug. You fell his warm breath fall onto a sensitive patch of your neck. You shuddered slightly. You hug his torso tightly. You both take in each others’ scent one last time. He smiles as he pulls away. He brushes some hair away form your face and tucks it behind your ear. “You really are so pretty and I have no clue how I got you for myself,” he smiles, “I’m truly sorry for all of this but if you ever want to talk as friends you can always call me”. You nod as you turn away to enter your house. You look back and see that his eyes are still on you. You smile and wave goodbye. He smiles back sadly.
Goodbye, that word, broke both of your hearts.
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Author’s note: hihi! I know that i write a lot of angst. Its’ cause i’m a very sad person. sorry if this is getting very boring for you. please feel free to request any genre. I will try my best. Once, again thank you for supporting me and my account. I really appreciate it :)
nct fluff (johnny x reader)
{6:45 PM}
warnings; none (its pretty angsty/fluffy)
word count ~ 1.3k
Bright sunrays filtered through the large window. The curtains were barely closed, allowing the sunlight to illuminate the entire room.
The brightness of the room caused you to shift your body away from the window, ultimately moving yourself out of the grasp of the person next to you.
You felt yourself lose your consciousness again as drowsiness washed over you.
Suddenly, your phone started ringing. The shrill piercing sound of your ringtone caused you to jerk awake.
The figure next to you stirred in his sleep, groaning at the harsh loudness of the phone. He reached for you waist and pulled you into his bear-like grip.
You lightly reach over the sleeping mans figure and picked up your phone. The callers ID danced across your screen. You rub your eyes tiredly, trying to focus on the ID.
Your eyes widened when you realized that your boss was calling. You sat up quickly, pushing away the arm that was wrapped around your waist.
Ignoring the whines of the person next to you, you cleared your throat.
“Hi Sir”, you answer in a cheerful, high pitched voice.
The man next to you rubbed his eyes and looked at you with a look of confusion and tiredness.
“Sorry sir?”, you ask while looking at the man next to you, “Am I alone? Yes sir, I am alone”.
You watched as Johnny’s eyes narrow at the blatant lie.
“No Sir, I’m not busy. Oh the party? 15 minutes earlier? Of course!”, you answer in a honey-sweet voice.
Johnny reached out to touch your jaw. You absently pushed his hand away as you nod along to what the person on the phone was saying. You stretched and started to move over Johnny.
“Baby, don’t go”, he pouted, patting the empty pillow that you had been sleeping on.
You kiss his head, smiling and agreeing with your boss. You brush off Johnny’s hand once again and walk to the kitchen to make yourself a coffee.
You were so busy that you didn’t notice Johnny’s scowl and pout.
After a few minutes, your call ended with your boss. You had made two cups of coffee and toasted a few pieces of bread.
“Johnny? Where are you? Breakfasts ready, honey!”, you call out, expecting your extremely tall, cuddly, giant to come bounding out of the bedroom.
When Johnny didn’t come out, you walked into your shared bedroom. Johnny lay on the bed, on his phone.
You smile and stride over to him. You kneel down and reach out to touch his hair, when you feel him stop your hand. Your smile instantly dissipates from your face.
“Did you need something?”, he asks coldly without looking away from his phone.
“I just wanted to say that breakfast is ready, baby”, you answer sweetly, hoping that he would look at you.
“I’m tired, you should eat and go to work, I’ll eat later”, he says non interestedly.
“Oh... I just wanted us to eat together before I go”, you say quietly.
“You should go get ready or something”, he says finally, turning his body away from you, signaling that this conversation was over.
You nodded, silently before getting up and walking to your closet.
Johnny turned back slightly to look at you. Your shoulder had sagged and you silently picked out your work clothes. You walked out of the room without looking back.
After a few moment, he heard the door open and close. He let out a breath that he didn’t know he was holding.
He got out of bed and made his way to the kitchen. There on the counter, was a cup of coffee and toast on a plate. There was a sticky note next to the plate, written in your messy handwriting.
He smiled softly as he imagines you quickly scrawling down the note.
‘Johnny Bear, I don’t know why you’re upset. I’m sorry that I haven’t been observant enough. I am not good enough to be your girlfriend and I know that. I’ll try harder, please talk to me. I love you, lets’ talk when I get home (I’m planning a big party today, wish me luck). Be safe and don’t do anything stupid <3′ - Y/N, your pretty baby ;)
He frowned when he read your letter. He shouldn’t have acted so childish. He felt unhappy, knowing that you were blaming yourself for not being a good girlfriend when he was the one being stupid.
He reached for his phone when he realized you were probably busy.
He looked around the kitchen, looking for something to cook for you when you came home. His eyes landed on the spaghetti and he quickly started to get ready to cook.
Johnny finished cooking and looked at the clock, 5:53 PM. He stood in front of the clock, wondering what to do next. His eyes landed on the dishes, he groaned but moved to start washing them.
When he was done washing the dishes, he stared back up at the clock, 6:24 PM. He frowned, you were usually home by 6 PM. His fingers tapped the counter, worry starting to fill his gut. As if fate had heard him, he heard the lock of the apartment click open.
He watched as you opened the door. Your gray blazer was ruffled, strands of your hair had fallen out if the makeshift ponytail you made, your hands were full of grocery bags as you stumbled in.
You pant as you drop the bags. You look over at him and smile. “Help me, you big baby”, you tease.
Before you knew it, Johnny strode across the room and lifted your jaw up. He leant down and pressed his lips to yours. You smile into the kiss, moving your hands to rest on his torso.
He pulls away and pecks your forehead, before bending down and picking up all the grocery bags with ease, his biceps strain under the weight of all the bags, but he seems at ease. You watch his muscles flex, mouth agape.
“Stop watching my muscles, babe”, he says with a wink, “Also go shower, you look like you got run over by a train and I made dinner so hurry up”
You grin as you practically run to the shower.
After a few minutes, you walk out of the shower, wearing one of his over sized t-shirts and some shorts.
You see Johnny sitting on the couch, engaged in the show playing on TV. You quietly walk up to him, and sit down on his lap. He looks at you with surprise, not noticing that you finished showering. You lightly push his head to focus back on the TV, as you lean back to nuzzle your head in the crook of his neck. He smiles before pulling you tightly into his chest.
You smile, as you turn to watch TV.
“Hey babe? This morning, when you were on the phone, why did you say you were alone?”, Johnny asks cautiously without looking away from the TV. You look at him curiously when it suddenly dawned to you why Johnny was so angry in the morning.
“AWWW”, you screech, as you turn to straddle him, pinching his cheeks, “You were angry cause I said I was alone. My giant baby was jealous”
He pushed you lightly, turning his head away from you, a small embarrassed smile graced his face.
“My boss was asking me if I was alone, cause he was throwing a surprise party for one of my close friends at the office, he didn’t want anyone to know about the party except for me in the morning. I’m sorry babe”, you say, lightly caressing his hair.
Johnny nods understandingly, as he tilted his head into the palm of your hands. You feel him kiss your forehead before turning his attention back to the TV, his hands lays comfortably on your back.
Before you know it, you feel yourself relax, listening to the drone of the TV and Johnny’s heartbeat.
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A/N: I don’t know what this is but it feels very cute. I’ve been busy with school but I am trying. I hope you enjoyed reading this. Feel free to leave a like or comment. Please leave any thoughts that you may have, just try and keep it positive. Once again, thanks for the support :)
imagine giving mark head when he's playing games tho 🫠🥵
Navi - M.list
Hey Anon! This did in fact awaken something inside of me. This was meant to be a lil blurb-type thing but I ran with it. 😳 This doesn't specify what gender the reader is.
wc; 1,074
Warnings; Slight hints at Sub!Mark, smut, blowjob (m!receiving), Exhibitionism if you squint.
NSFW under the cut.
Mark's fingers fumbled with his controller, movements distracted and unprecise. His brow furrowed, distracted as his on-screen character fell to the ground. He cursed quietly at the small revival countdown above his head.
"Mark! What the fuck kind of gameplay is that?" Jeno boomed his laughter down the mic.
"Sorry, Sorry!" He rushed, the sound covering the quiet laughter from under his desk.
Mark glanced down, a punch of air leaving his parted lips at the sight of you. On your knees, your warm tongue swirling around the swollen head of his cock.
One hand left the controller, slipping under the desk to stroke at the top of your head. Mark's teeth bit hard into his bottom lip to keep the hiss of pleasure at bay — it was getting so much harder, especially whenever you pucker your lips like that and suck lightly.
His black hair fell into his eyes, the man making no effort to move it back. His gaze was glued to you, he'd never seen someone so happy to just sit and suck him off. With each hand holding a muscular thigh, you rose up an inch on your knees to adjust position. They ached from being on the carpet but it was an ache you could ignore.
Your favorite thing about sucking Mark off like this is how the blush spreads through his ears and down his neck. How his thighs tense whenever your tongue traces around the little opening at the tip of his cock, administering the smallest of sucks to it, just enough to have him twitching.
Mark's reactions were another thing, peeking up at him through your lashes as he struggled to keep composure. His chest rose and fell slightly heavier than normal. Mark was failing miserably at the game, the big Game Over spreading across the screen.
"Mark, what the hell!?"
"That's it, you're booted. Bye, Mark." It was Donghyuck who booted Mark from the game.
Mark couldn't say he was mad at all. Instead, a strangled moan left his lips as he tore his headset from his head. His hands gripped the arms of his chair with white knuckles, torn between letting his head tilt back or watching your mouth.
His mind was made up when your glazed expression glanced up at him through your lashes. "Fuck, You're pretty." He breathed, a hand leaving the chair to gather your hair at the back of your head, long fingers tangling themselves into it.
The compliment had a soft mewl from you, keeping your eyes on the way his lashes fluttered and the soft gasps tumbling from his parted mouth. You stayed watching him as you let your tongue drift from the tip of him and down his thick shaft, following a protruding vein down to the base.
"Fu- ____, please." He whined, hand tightening its hold on your hair.
You couldn't blame him, you'd been repeating the same actions for around half an hour now; light swirls and sucks to the tip, work your tongue down his shaft and back up, repeat. It was worth it to have him plead with you like this.
Your fingers finally curled around his girth, barely able to meet around him. A devious smile tugged at your expression as you gave a few pulsing squeezes. The action rewarded you with his body jerking at the hips, a gasp coming from him.
"____, I'm not kidding." His voice was more urgent this time, eyelids hooded as he stared down at you. "You've got to let me come. I need to come."
You sat back on your heels, grinning wickedly up at him. "I've only edged you for thirty minutes, Markie." You giggled softly.
As you moved forward to wrap your lips back around him, sliding your lips down his girth until your nose met his public bone, Mark let out a deep sigh from above.
The wet swirl of your tongue drove Mark crazy, his hips fighting not to buck up into your mouth. He lost the fight, the abrupt thrust eliciting a slight gag of surprise when the head of his cock abruptly hit the back of your throat once more.
Mark was too far gone to control himself now, his hand in your hair now his leverage to move your head to meet his frantic thrusts. He was panting and moaning into the quiet of the bedroom. Whimpers muffled by his cock sent trembling vibrations through him, his lower abdomen glistening with sweat as it tensed up.
The buzzing of Mark’s phone ringing made the device dance across his desk. It went ignored by both of you even when it stopped and started up again, the phone falling off the edge of the desk with a dull thud to the carpet at your knees.
Your hands braced on his thighs so you wouldn’t tumble over with the force of his desperate movements. Mark was close, his thrusts getting sloppy and his grip loosening on your hair as a guttural sound rasped from his throat.
“F-fuck, fuck fuuuck!” His whole body stilled, cock swelling with stimulation as he came. Mark kept your head where it was, not yet letting you pull away. You had no other option than to swallow his come down around him.
You let your tongue continue to lap at his softening girth as he attempted to calm down. His thighs twitched and an overstimulated whine in response to your teeth just barely grazing the head of him as you pulled back. Mark flopped back into his gaming chair, chest heaving for breaths, head tilted back with his eyes closed to reveal the sweat-covered skin of his neck.
“Your phone's been going crazy.” You mumbled, patting his thigh affectionately as you handed over the device.
Your head dropped forward to rest on his knee, his free hand automatically stroking at the back of your head. Whatever Mark read on his phone seemed to make an embarrassed blush rainfire on his cheeks. Throwing his phone down next to his mouse, he quickly maneuvered through the tabs on his computer, eyes widening as he made it to the discord tab.
“I...I never left the call.” He harshly slammed the clicker of the mouse with his index finger to end the call. “____, I never ended the call.”
He sat there in utter disbelief whereas you had curled against his leg in a fit of giggles.
acescavern© - Please do not copy, repost, or translate my works. Reblogging is allowed.
imagine giving mark head when he's playing games tho 🫠🥵
Navi - M.list
Hey Anon! This did in fact awaken something inside of me. This was meant to be a lil blurb-type thing but I ran with it. 😳 This doesn't specify what gender the reader is.
wc; 1,074
Warnings; Slight hints at Sub!Mark, smut, blowjob (m!receiving), Exhibitionism if you squint.
NSFW under the cut.
Mark's fingers fumbled with his controller, movements distracted and unprecise. His brow furrowed, distracted as his on-screen character fell to the ground. He cursed quietly at the small revival countdown above his head.
"Mark! What the fuck kind of gameplay is that?" Jeno boomed his laughter down the mic.
"Sorry, Sorry!" He rushed, the sound covering the quiet laughter from under his desk.
Mark glanced down, a punch of air leaving his parted lips at the sight of you. On your knees, your warm tongue swirling around the swollen head of his cock.
One hand left the controller, slipping under the desk to stroke at the top of your head. Mark's teeth bit hard into his bottom lip to keep the hiss of pleasure at bay — it was getting so much harder, especially whenever you pucker your lips like that and suck lightly.
His black hair fell into his eyes, the man making no effort to move it back. His gaze was glued to you, he'd never seen someone so happy to just sit and suck him off. With each hand holding a muscular thigh, you rose up an inch on your knees to adjust position. They ached from being on the carpet but it was an ache you could ignore.
Your favorite thing about sucking Mark off like this is how the blush spreads through his ears and down his neck. How his thighs tense whenever your tongue traces around the little opening at the tip of his cock, administering the smallest of sucks to it, just enough to have him twitching.
Mark's reactions were another thing, peeking up at him through your lashes as he struggled to keep composure. His chest rose and fell slightly heavier than normal. Mark was failing miserably at the game, the big Game Over spreading across the screen.
"Mark, what the hell!?"
"That's it, you're booted. Bye, Mark." It was Donghyuck who booted Mark from the game.
Mark couldn't say he was mad at all. Instead, a strangled moan left his lips as he tore his headset from his head. His hands gripped the arms of his chair with white knuckles, torn between letting his head tilt back or watching your mouth.
His mind was made up when your glazed expression glanced up at him through your lashes. "Fuck, You're pretty." He breathed, a hand leaving the chair to gather your hair at the back of your head, long fingers tangling themselves into it.
The compliment had a soft mewl from you, keeping your eyes on the way his lashes fluttered and the soft gasps tumbling from his parted mouth. You stayed watching him as you let your tongue drift from the tip of him and down his thick shaft, following a protruding vein down to the base.
"Fu- ____, please." He whined, hand tightening its hold on your hair.
You couldn't blame him, you'd been repeating the same actions for around half an hour now; light swirls and sucks to the tip, work your tongue down his shaft and back up, repeat. It was worth it to have him plead with you like this.
Your fingers finally curled around his girth, barely able to meet around him. A devious smile tugged at your expression as you gave a few pulsing squeezes. The action rewarded you with his body jerking at the hips, a gasp coming from him.
"____, I'm not kidding." His voice was more urgent this time, eyelids hooded as he stared down at you. "You've got to let me come. I need to come."
You sat back on your heels, grinning wickedly up at him. "I've only edged you for thirty minutes, Markie." You giggled softly.
As you moved forward to wrap your lips back around him, sliding your lips down his girth until your nose met his public bone, Mark let out a deep sigh from above.
The wet swirl of your tongue drove Mark crazy, his hips fighting not to buck up into your mouth. He lost the fight, the abrupt thrust eliciting a slight gag of surprise when the head of his cock abruptly hit the back of your throat once more.
Mark was too far gone to control himself now, his hand in your hair now his leverage to move your head to meet his frantic thrusts. He was panting and moaning into the quiet of the bedroom. Whimpers muffled by his cock sent trembling vibrations through him, his lower abdomen glistening with sweat as it tensed up.
The buzzing of Mark’s phone ringing made the device dance across his desk. It went ignored by both of you even when it stopped and started up again, the phone falling off the edge of the desk with a dull thud to the carpet at your knees.
Your hands braced on his thighs so you wouldn’t tumble over with the force of his desperate movements. Mark was close, his thrusts getting sloppy and his grip loosening on your hair as a guttural sound rasped from his throat.
“F-fuck, fuck fuuuck!” His whole body stilled, cock swelling with stimulation as he came. Mark kept your head where it was, not yet letting you pull away. You had no other option than to swallow his come down around him.
You let your tongue continue to lap at his softening girth as he attempted to calm down. His thighs twitched and an overstimulated whine in response to your teeth just barely grazing the head of him as you pulled back. Mark flopped back into his gaming chair, chest heaving for breaths, head tilted back with his eyes closed to reveal the sweat-covered skin of his neck.
“Your phone's been going crazy.” You mumbled, patting his thigh affectionately as you handed over the device.
Your head dropped forward to rest on his knee, his free hand automatically stroking at the back of your head. Whatever Mark read on his phone seemed to make an embarrassed blush rainfire on his cheeks. Throwing his phone down next to his mouse, he quickly maneuvered through the tabs on his computer, eyes widening as he made it to the discord tab.
“I...I never left the call.” He harshly slammed the clicker of the mouse with his index finger to end the call. “____, I never ended the call.”
He sat there in utter disbelief whereas you had curled against his leg in a fit of giggles.
acescavern© - Please do not copy, repost, or translate my works. Reblogging is allowed.
imagine giving mark head when he's playing games tho 🫠🥵
Navi - M.list
Hey Anon! This did in fact awaken something inside of me. This was meant to be a lil blurb-type thing but I ran with it. 😳 This doesn't specify what gender the reader is.
wc; 1,074
Warnings; Slight hints at Sub!Mark, smut, blowjob (m!receiving), Exhibitionism if you squint.
NSFW under the cut.
Mark's fingers fumbled with his controller, movements distracted and unprecise. His brow furrowed, distracted as his on-screen character fell to the ground. He cursed quietly at the small revival countdown above his head.
"Mark! What the fuck kind of gameplay is that?" Jeno boomed his laughter down the mic.
"Sorry, Sorry!" He rushed, the sound covering the quiet laughter from under his desk.
Mark glanced down, a punch of air leaving his parted lips at the sight of you. On your knees, your warm tongue swirling around the swollen head of his cock.
One hand left the controller, slipping under the desk to stroke at the top of your head. Mark's teeth bit hard into his bottom lip to keep the hiss of pleasure at bay — it was getting so much harder, especially whenever you pucker your lips like that and suck lightly.
His black hair fell into his eyes, the man making no effort to move it back. His gaze was glued to you, he'd never seen someone so happy to just sit and suck him off. With each hand holding a muscular thigh, you rose up an inch on your knees to adjust position. They ached from being on the carpet but it was an ache you could ignore.
Your favorite thing about sucking Mark off like this is how the blush spreads through his ears and down his neck. How his thighs tense whenever your tongue traces around the little opening at the tip of his cock, administering the smallest of sucks to it, just enough to have him twitching.
Mark's reactions were another thing, peeking up at him through your lashes as he struggled to keep composure. His chest rose and fell slightly heavier than normal. Mark was failing miserably at the game, the big Game Over spreading across the screen.
"Mark, what the hell!?"
"That's it, you're booted. Bye, Mark." It was Donghyuck who booted Mark from the game.
Mark couldn't say he was mad at all. Instead, a strangled moan left his lips as he tore his headset from his head. His hands gripped the arms of his chair with white knuckles, torn between letting his head tilt back or watching your mouth.
His mind was made up when your glazed expression glanced up at him through your lashes. "Fuck, You're pretty." He breathed, a hand leaving the chair to gather your hair at the back of your head, long fingers tangling themselves into it.
The compliment had a soft mewl from you, keeping your eyes on the way his lashes fluttered and the soft gasps tumbling from his parted mouth. You stayed watching him as you let your tongue drift from the tip of him and down his thick shaft, following a protruding vein down to the base.
"Fu- ____, please." He whined, hand tightening its hold on your hair.
You couldn't blame him, you'd been repeating the same actions for around half an hour now; light swirls and sucks to the tip, work your tongue down his shaft and back up, repeat. It was worth it to have him plead with you like this.
Your fingers finally curled around his girth, barely able to meet around him. A devious smile tugged at your expression as you gave a few pulsing squeezes. The action rewarded you with his body jerking at the hips, a gasp coming from him.
"____, I'm not kidding." His voice was more urgent this time, eyelids hooded as he stared down at you. "You've got to let me come. I need to come."
You sat back on your heels, grinning wickedly up at him. "I've only edged you for thirty minutes, Markie." You giggled softly.
As you moved forward to wrap your lips back around him, sliding your lips down his girth until your nose met his public bone, Mark let out a deep sigh from above.
The wet swirl of your tongue drove Mark crazy, his hips fighting not to buck up into your mouth. He lost the fight, the abrupt thrust eliciting a slight gag of surprise when the head of his cock abruptly hit the back of your throat once more.
Mark was too far gone to control himself now, his hand in your hair now his leverage to move your head to meet his frantic thrusts. He was panting and moaning into the quiet of the bedroom. Whimpers muffled by his cock sent trembling vibrations through him, his lower abdomen glistening with sweat as it tensed up.
The buzzing of Mark’s phone ringing made the device dance across his desk. It went ignored by both of you even when it stopped and started up again, the phone falling off the edge of the desk with a dull thud to the carpet at your knees.
Your hands braced on his thighs so you wouldn’t tumble over with the force of his desperate movements. Mark was close, his thrusts getting sloppy and his grip loosening on your hair as a guttural sound rasped from his throat.
“F-fuck, fuck fuuuck!” His whole body stilled, cock swelling with stimulation as he came. Mark kept your head where it was, not yet letting you pull away. You had no other option than to swallow his come down around him.
You let your tongue continue to lap at his softening girth as he attempted to calm down. His thighs twitched and an overstimulated whine in response to your teeth just barely grazing the head of him as you pulled back. Mark flopped back into his gaming chair, chest heaving for breaths, head tilted back with his eyes closed to reveal the sweat-covered skin of his neck.
“Your phone's been going crazy.” You mumbled, patting his thigh affectionately as you handed over the device.
Your head dropped forward to rest on his knee, his free hand automatically stroking at the back of your head. Whatever Mark read on his phone seemed to make an embarrassed blush rainfire on his cheeks. Throwing his phone down next to his mouse, he quickly maneuvered through the tabs on his computer, eyes widening as he made it to the discord tab.
“I...I never left the call.” He harshly slammed the clicker of the mouse with his index finger to end the call. “____, I never ended the call.”
He sat there in utter disbelief whereas you had curled against his leg in a fit of giggles.
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O escolhido
Pairing: Jaehyun!Candidato - Princesa!Leitora
Avisos: Nenhum (só cuidado, o Jaehyun é um galanteador aqui)
Resumo: Ter vários homens bonitos e inteligentes aos seus pés e te dando toda a atenção que pode pensar, pode ser para algumas, o melhor cenário possível. Mas para mim, está sendo um pesadelo. Todos possuem seus desejos, mas isso não quer dizer que seja o meu coração. Pelo menos, era isso que eu acreditava, até encontrar ele...
Acredito que ter milhares de homens perfeitos disputando para ter sua mão, ou no mínimo, um segundo de sua atenção pode ser tudo que muitas garotas desejam. Todos os rapazes bem arrojados, belos, com mil qualidades e um disponibilidade incrível para escutar. Porém não é o que quero agora.
Todas as refeições são pequenas guerras travadas entre eles, o que na maioria das vezes parece mais me cansar, do que aos envolvidos. Mamãe vive me incentivando a observa-los com mais carinho, porém eu não consigo. A seleção não é algo que me agrada.
Estava saindo do sala das mulheres, e indo em direção ao meu escritório, quando dois pretendentes me encurralam. Ambos começam a falar sobre o dia, e como gostariam de dividir-me enquanto andamos pelo jardim. Engulo meu comentários acido sobre não ser um pedaço de carne a ser compartilhado, e sorrio diplomaticamente me desculpando, e pedindo para que não me sigam. Mesmo com seus protestos, me deixaram seguir meu caminho.
Quando escuto seus sussurros conspiratórios para tentarem me fazer mudar de ideia, entro na biblioteca ao meu lado, e me tranco na mesma. O cômodo era enorme, e suas enormes prateleiras cobertas com exemplares dos meus favoritos. Mesmo sendo rapazes inteligentes, creio ter visto apenas um ou dois entrarem aqui, portanto sei que terei sossego.
Começo a caminhar por entre meus fieis companheiros quando vejo uma silhueta parada. Ele parecia concentrado, tentando decifrar algo. Me aproximo lentamente e ao mesmo tempo que tento ver o que tem em mãos, tento me recordar de seu nome.
-A...alq...o que é isso? -ele bufa frustrado.
-"O Alquimista". -revelo o nome do livro, me fazendo presente. Vejo o rapaz ficar com as orelhas vermelhas, e ficar sem jeito. Sorrio com sua atitude, e o comprimento. -É um excelente livro.
-Ah, majestade, eu...-o mesmo se curva em respeito e faço o mesmo em seguida, me aproximando alguns passos. - me perdoe, eu não...
-Se acalme! - acabo soltando uma leve risada, de seu nervosismo - a biblioteca é para todos, embora não acredite que todos os pretendentes saibam disso... - vejo o rapaz a minha frente concordar com a cabeça. -Então gosta de ler?
-Sim, majestade...lembrei de um livro, e resolvi vir procura-lo.
-Bom, por ser uma coleção particular, pode não ter alguns títulos...- observo as lombadas à minha frente. -Por que não me diz o nome, e o procuramos juntos?
Ao ver o sorriso do rapaz, sinto algo estranho. Uma certa euforia, por talvez ser a primeira conversa sensata que tenho depois que tudo começou. Escuto o que ele procura, e começou a andar, com ele ao meu lado.
-Desculpe perguntar, mas ainda são muitos rostos novos... qual seu nome? -Pergunto.
-É Jaehyun, majestade. Yoo Jaehyun. - o moreno parecia ganhar confiança a cada palavra.
-Por favor, apenas você. Estamos sozinhos. -Sorrio para ele que concorda. - casta dois?
-Sim...como sabe?
-Rosto adorável. -dou de ombros. Pondero algumas vezes sobre o que deveria lhe perguntar agora. Tenho uma lista de perguntas a fazer para os pretendentes, e assim já poder elimina-los o quanto antes. Porém alguma coisa nele me fazia querer saber mais dele, como pessoa.
-Imagino como deve ser exaustivo para você. -ele diz, me surpreendo. O olho, em busca de uma referência a sua fala - a seleção...é um evento para muitos de nós, mas não consigo imaginar para você.
-Ah, sim...digamos que não gosto da ideia de ter um reality show, para me forçar a escolher um marido. - faço uma careta o que o faz rir levemente.
- Sempre achei o programa injusto com vocês, e com os candidatos, -o tal Jaehyun da casta dois, começa a falar, e quando acho que vai continuar, ele desiste.
O instruo a entrar em um corredor com livros em coreano, e depois na sessão romance.
-Deve achar o que procura por aqui...-me viro de costas olhando alguns antigos nomes.
-Já achei o que queria. -ele me garante, e quando me viro, o pego me observando intensamente. -Achei assim que coloquei meus olhos aqui. -sua frase me fez ruborizar, e em seguida ele me estica o livro que tinha em mãos. Concordo com a cabeça, e me viro para pegar um livro qualquer. Tento controlar minha respiração e coração que aceleraram rapidamente. -Todos esses livros são seus?
-Eu divido o espaço com meus pais, mas grande parte da coleção é minha. -dou de ombros orgulhosa de mim mesma - Sobre o que o seu livro fala?
-Amor. Amor e todas as suas formas. -sua voz era calma, e sua feição era de quem acreditava fielmente nesse tal sentimento.
-Então o senhor é um romântico...acredita em destino, ou almas gêmeas?
-Sim, nos dois. -Quando percebo, paramos de andar e estamos apenas nos encarando enquanto conversamos. -acredito que não importa o que aconteça, você e sua alma gêmea estão ligados, e vão se encontrar e ficar juntos. Como deve ser.
-Akai Ito...-sussurro com sua proximação repentina. Desisto de tentar ler quem ele é, e de tentar entender por que não consigo agir com ele, como fui com todos os outros. - o que pretende, Jaehyun?
-Desculpa, acho que não entendi.
-Em cinco minutos de conversa com os pretendentes, já consigo traçar seus desejos...dinheiro, poder, uma vida de contos de fadas...mas não sei o que você quer. -Começo a despejar tudo em sua frente, enquanto ele me encara com um pequeno e desconcertante sorriso ao canto da boca - não me lembro de te ver disputando minha atenção nos jantares, ou em qualquer momento... o que quer aqui Jaehyun?
-Sempre esperei o momento certo. Esse foi o conselho da minha mãe... observar, e não invadir o seu espaço...e apesar de achar que a seleção é injusta, não me importaria de ter a oportunidade de passar um tempo com você, e de conhecer quem realmente é, - o observo dar um passo em minha direção e pegar minha mão. Ele sorri e olha bem fundo em meus olhos - mesmo que parta meu coração em pedacinhos, não me importaria de catar o cacos.
E no segundo seguinte, eu fiz algo que não fiz com ninguém a minha vida inteira. Me inclinei sobre seu corpo, e colo nossos lábios. Eu não sabia muito sore Jaehyun, mas soube que poderia me arriscar com ele, e talvez me entregar, pela primeira vez.
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The chosen one
Pairing: Jaehyun!Candidate - Princess!Reader
Warnings: None (just beware, Jaehyun is a philanderer here)
Summary: Having lots of smart, handsome men at your feet and giving you all the attention you can think of might be the best possible scenario for some. But for me, it's been a nightmare. Everyone has their desires, but that doesn't mean it's my heart. At least, that's what I believed, until I found him...
I believe that having thousands of perfect men vying for your hand, or at the very least, a second of your attention, can be all that many girls want. All the guys are daring, beautiful, with a thousand qualities and an incredible willingness to listen. But that's not what I want right now.
All meals are little wars fought between them, which most of the time seems to tire me more than those involved. Mom keeps encouraging me to watch them with more affection, but I can't. Selection is not something I like.
I was leaving the ladies' room, and heading towards my office, when two suitors corner me. They both start talking about the day, and how they would like to share me as we walk through the garden. I swallow my acid comments about not being a piece of meat to share, and smile diplomatically apologetically, and ask them not to follow me. Even with their protests, they let me go my way.
When I hear their conspiratorial whispers trying to change my mind, I walk into the library beside me, and lock myself in it. The room was huge, and its huge shelves covered with copies of my favorites. Clever young men, though, I think I've only seen one or two come in here, so I know I'll be quiet.
I start to walk among my faithful companions when I see a standing silhouette. He looked focused, trying to decipher something. I approach slowly and as I try to see what's in my hands, I try to remember his name.
-A...Alqu...what is this? -he snorts in frustration.
-"The Alchemist". -I reveal the name of the book, making myself present. I see the boy get red ears, and be embarrassed. I smile at your attitude, and the length. -It's an excellent book.
-Ah, Your Majesty, I...-He bows in respect and I do the same then, approaching me a few steps. - forgive me, I don't...
-Calm down! - I end up letting out a slight laugh, from his nervousness - the library is for everyone, although I don't believe that all suitors know about it... - I see the boy in front of me nodding. -So you like to read?
-Yes, Your Majesty... I remembered a book, and I decided to come look for it.
-Well, as it's a private collection, it might not have some titles...- I observe the spines in front of me. -Why don't you tell me the name, and we'll look for it together?
Seeing the boy's smile, I feel something strange. A certain euphoria, for maybe it's the first sensible conversation I've had since it all started. I hear what he's looking for, and he started walking, with him beside me.
-Sorry to ask, but there are still a lot of new faces... what's your name? -I ask.
-It's Jaehyun, Your Majesty. Yoo Jaehyun. - the brunette seemed to gain confidence with every word.
-Please, just you. We are alone. -I smile at him who agrees. - caste two?
-Yes...how do you know?
-Lovely face. - I shrug. I took a time to ponder what I should ask you now. I have a list of questions to ask the suitors so I can eliminate them as soon as possible. But something about him made me want to know more about him as a person.
-I wonder how exhausting it must be for you. -He says, I'm surprised. The eye, looking for a reference to your speech - the selection... is an event for many of us, but I can't imagine it for you.
-Oh yes...let's say I'm not found the idea of having a reality show, to force me to choose a husband. - I make a face which makes him laugh lightly.
- I always thought the program was unfair to you, and to the candidates, -this Jaehyun from caste two, starts talking, and when I think it's going to continue, he gives up. I instruct him to go into a hallway with books in Korean, and then into the romance session.
-You should find what you're looking for here...-I turn my back looking at some old names.
-I've already found what you wanted. -He assures me, and when I turn around, I catch him watching me intensely.
-I knew i have found ever since I've layed my eyes here. - His sentence made me blush, and then he hands me the book he had in his hands. I nod, and turn to pick up a random book. I try to control my breathing and heart which accelerated rapidly. -Are all these books yours?
-I share the space with my parents, but a large part of the collection is mine. - I shrug, proud of myself
- What does your book talk about?
-Love. Love and all its forms. - His voice was calm, and his face was that of someone who faithfully believed in that feeling.
-So you are a romantic...do you believe in fate, or soul mates?
-Yes, on both. -When I realize, we stopped walking and we're just staring at each other while we talk. -I believe that no matter what happens, you and your soul mate are bonded, and will meet and be together. How should be.
-Akai Ito...- I whisper with his sudden approach. I give up trying to read who he is, and trying to understand why I can't act with him like I was with everyone else. - What do you want, Jaehyun?
-Sorry, I don't think I understand.
-In five minutes of conversation with the suitors, I can already trace their desires...money, power, a fairy-tale life...but I don't know what you want. -I start pouring everything in front of him, while he stares at me with a small and disconcerting smile at the corner of his mouth - I don't remember seeing you vying for my attention at dinners, or anytime... what do you want here Jaehyun?
-I always waited for the right moment. That was my mom's advice... watch, not invade your space... and although I think the selection is unfair, I wouldn't mind having the opportunity to spend time with you, and get to know who you really are. - I watch him take a step towards me and take my hand. He smiles and looks deep into my eyes - even if it breaks my heart to little pieces, I wouldn't mind picking up the pieces.
And in the next second, I did something I haven't done with anyone in my entire life. I leaned over her body, and pressed our lips together. I didn't know much about Jaehyun, but I knew I could take a chance with him, and maybe give myself up, for the first time.
O escolhido
Pairing: Jaehyun!Candidato - Princesa!Leitora
Avisos: Nenhum (só cuidado, o Jaehyun é um galanteador aqui)
Resumo: Ter vários homens bonitos e inteligentes aos seus pés e te dando toda a atenção que pode pensar, pode ser para algumas, o melhor cenário possível. Mas para mim, está sendo um pesadelo. Todos possuem seus desejos, mas isso não quer dizer que seja o meu coração. Pelo menos, era isso que eu acreditava, até encontrar ele...
Acredito que ter milhares de homens perfeitos disputando para ter sua mão, ou no mínimo, um segundo de sua atenção pode ser tudo que muitas garotas desejam. Todos os rapazes bem arrojados, belos, com mil qualidades e um disponibilidade incrível para escutar. Porém não é o que quero agora.
Todas as refeições são pequenas guerras travadas entre eles, o que na maioria das vezes parece mais me cansar, do que aos envolvidos. Mamãe vive me incentivando a observa-los com mais carinho, porém eu não consigo. A seleção não é algo que me agrada.
Estava saindo do sala das mulheres, e indo em direção ao meu escritório, quando dois pretendentes me encurralam. Ambos começam a falar sobre o dia, e como gostariam de dividir-me enquanto andamos pelo jardim. Engulo meu comentários acido sobre não ser um pedaço de carne a ser compartilhado, e sorrio diplomaticamente me desculpando, e pedindo para que não me sigam. Mesmo com seus protestos, me deixaram seguir meu caminho.
Quando escuto seus sussurros conspiratórios para tentarem me fazer mudar de ideia, entro na biblioteca ao meu lado, e me tranco na mesma. O cômodo era enorme, e suas enormes prateleiras cobertas com exemplares dos meus favoritos. Mesmo sendo rapazes inteligentes, creio ter visto apenas um ou dois entrarem aqui, portanto sei que terei sossego.
Começo a caminhar por entre meus fieis companheiros quando vejo uma silhueta parada. Ele parecia concentrado, tentando decifrar algo. Me aproximo lentamente e ao mesmo tempo que tento ver o que tem em mãos, tento me recordar de seu nome.
-A...alq...o que é isso? -ele bufa frustrado.
-"O Alquimista". -revelo o nome do livro, me fazendo presente. Vejo o rapaz ficar com as orelhas vermelhas, e ficar sem jeito. Sorrio com sua atitude, e o comprimento. -É um excelente livro.
-Ah, majestade, eu...-o mesmo se curva em respeito e faço o mesmo em seguida, me aproximando alguns passos. - me perdoe, eu não...
-Se acalme! - acabo soltando uma leve risada, de seu nervosismo - a biblioteca é para todos, embora não acredite que todos os pretendentes saibam disso... - vejo o rapaz a minha frente concordar com a cabeça. -Então gosta de ler?
-Sim, majestade...lembrei de um livro, e resolvi vir procura-lo.
-Bom, por ser uma coleção particular, pode não ter alguns títulos...- observo as lombadas à minha frente. -Por que não me diz o nome, e o procuramos juntos?
Ao ver o sorriso do rapaz, sinto algo estranho. Uma certa euforia, por talvez ser a primeira conversa sensata que tenho depois que tudo começou. Escuto o que ele procura, e começou a andar, com ele ao meu lado.
-Desculpe perguntar, mas ainda são muitos rostos novos... qual seu nome? -Pergunto.
-É Jaehyun, majestade. Yoo Jaehyun. - o moreno parecia ganhar confiança a cada palavra.
-Por favor, apenas você. Estamos sozinhos. -Sorrio para ele que concorda. - casta dois?
-Sim...como sabe?
-Rosto adorável. -dou de ombros. Pondero algumas vezes sobre o que deveria lhe perguntar agora. Tenho uma lista de perguntas a fazer para os pretendentes, e assim já poder elimina-los o quanto antes. Porém alguma coisa nele me fazia querer saber mais dele, como pessoa.
-Imagino como deve ser exaustivo para você. -ele diz, me surpreendo. O olho, em busca de uma referência a sua fala - a seleção...é um evento para muitos de nós, mas não consigo imaginar para você.
-Ah, sim...digamos que não gosto da ideia de ter um reality show, para me forçar a escolher um marido. - faço uma careta o que o faz rir levemente.
- Sempre achei o programa injusto com vocês, e com os candidatos, -o tal Jaehyun da casta dois, começa a falar, e quando acho que vai continuar, ele desiste.
O instruo a entrar em um corredor com livros em coreano, e depois na sessão romance.
-Deve achar o que procura por aqui...-me viro de costas olhando alguns antigos nomes.
-Já achei o que queria. -ele me garante, e quando me viro, o pego me observando intensamente. -Achei assim que coloquei meus olhos aqui. -sua frase me fez ruborizar, e em seguida ele me estica o livro que tinha em mãos. Concordo com a cabeça, e me viro para pegar um livro qualquer. Tento controlar minha respiração e coração que aceleraram rapidamente. -Todos esses livros são seus?
-Eu divido o espaço com meus pais, mas grande parte da coleção é minha. -dou de ombros orgulhosa de mim mesma - Sobre o que o seu livro fala?
-Amor. Amor e todas as suas formas. -sua voz era calma, e sua feição era de quem acreditava fielmente nesse tal sentimento.
-Então o senhor é um romântico...acredita em destino, ou almas gêmeas?
-Sim, nos dois. -Quando percebo, paramos de andar e estamos apenas nos encarando enquanto conversamos. -acredito que não importa o que aconteça, você e sua alma gêmea estão ligados, e vão se encontrar e ficar juntos. Como deve ser.
-Akai Ito...-sussurro com sua proximação repentina. Desisto de tentar ler quem ele é, e de tentar entender por que não consigo agir com ele, como fui com todos os outros. - o que pretende, Jaehyun?
-Desculpa, acho que não entendi.
-Em cinco minutos de conversa com os pretendentes, já consigo traçar seus desejos...dinheiro, poder, uma vida de contos de fadas...mas não sei o que você quer. -Começo a despejar tudo em sua frente, enquanto ele me encara com um pequeno e desconcertante sorriso ao canto da boca - não me lembro de te ver disputando minha atenção nos jantares, ou em qualquer momento... o que quer aqui Jaehyun?
-Sempre esperei o momento certo. Esse foi o conselho da minha mãe... observar, e não invadir o seu espaço...e apesar de achar que a seleção é injusta, não me importaria de ter a oportunidade de passar um tempo com você, e de conhecer quem realmente é, - o observo dar um passo em minha direção e pegar minha mão. Ele sorri e olha bem fundo em meus olhos - mesmo que parta meu coração em pedacinhos, não me importaria de catar o cacos.
E no segundo seguinte, eu fiz algo que não fiz com ninguém a minha vida inteira. Me inclinei sobre seu corpo, e colo nossos lábios. Eu não sabia muito sore Jaehyun, mas soube que poderia me arriscar com ele, e talvez me entregar, pela primeira vez.
[Masterlist] • [Nct 127 Masterlist]
🍵🌿🖇..⃗. buy me a coffee?
The chosen one
Pairing: Jaehyun!Candidate - Princess!Reader
Warnings: None (just beware, Jaehyun is a philanderer here)
Summary: Having lots of smart, handsome men at your feet and giving you all the attention you can think of might be the best possible scenario for some. But for me, it's been a nightmare. Everyone has their desires, but that doesn't mean it's my heart. At least, that's what I believed, until I found him...
I believe that having thousands of perfect men vying for your hand, or at the very least, a second of your attention, can be all that many girls want. All the guys are daring, beautiful, with a thousand qualities and an incredible willingness to listen. But that's not what I want right now.
All meals are little wars fought between them, which most of the time seems to tire me more than those involved. Mom keeps encouraging me to watch them with more affection, but I can't. Selection is not something I like.
I was leaving the ladies' room, and heading towards my office, when two suitors corner me. They both start talking about the day, and how they would like to share me as we walk through the garden. I swallow my acid comments about not being a piece of meat to share, and smile diplomatically apologetically, and ask them not to follow me. Even with their protests, they let me go my way.
When I hear their conspiratorial whispers trying to change my mind, I walk into the library beside me, and lock myself in it. The room was huge, and its huge shelves covered with copies of my favorites. Clever young men, though, I think I've only seen one or two come in here, so I know I'll be quiet.
I start to walk among my faithful companions when I see a standing silhouette. He looked focused, trying to decipher something. I approach slowly and as I try to see what's in my hands, I try to remember his name.
-A...Alqu...what is this? -he snorts in frustration.
-"The Alchemist". -I reveal the name of the book, making myself present. I see the boy get red ears, and be embarrassed. I smile at your attitude, and the length. -It's an excellent book.
-Ah, Your Majesty, I...-He bows in respect and I do the same then, approaching me a few steps. - forgive me, I don't...
-Calm down! - I end up letting out a slight laugh, from his nervousness - the library is for everyone, although I don't believe that all suitors know about it... - I see the boy in front of me nodding. -So you like to read?
-Yes, Your Majesty... I remembered a book, and I decided to come look for it.
-Well, as it's a private collection, it might not have some titles...- I observe the spines in front of me. -Why don't you tell me the name, and we'll look for it together?
Seeing the boy's smile, I feel something strange. A certain euphoria, for maybe it's the first sensible conversation I've had since it all started. I hear what he's looking for, and he started walking, with him beside me.
-Sorry to ask, but there are still a lot of new faces... what's your name? -I ask.
-It's Jaehyun, Your Majesty. Yoo Jaehyun. - the brunette seemed to gain confidence with every word.
-Please, just you. We are alone. -I smile at him who agrees. - caste two?
-Yes...how do you know?
-Lovely face. - I shrug. I took a time to ponder what I should ask you now. I have a list of questions to ask the suitors so I can eliminate them as soon as possible. But something about him made me want to know more about him as a person.
-I wonder how exhausting it must be for you. -He says, I'm surprised. The eye, looking for a reference to your speech - the selection... is an event for many of us, but I can't imagine it for you.
-Oh yes...let's say I'm not found the idea of having a reality show, to force me to choose a husband. - I make a face which makes him laugh lightly.
- I always thought the program was unfair to you, and to the candidates, -this Jaehyun from caste two, starts talking, and when I think it's going to continue, he gives up. I instruct him to go into a hallway with books in Korean, and then into the romance session.
-You should find what you're looking for here...-I turn my back looking at some old names.
-I've already found what you wanted. -He assures me, and when I turn around, I catch him watching me intensely.
-I knew i have found ever since I've layed my eyes here. - His sentence made me blush, and then he hands me the book he had in his hands. I nod, and turn to pick up a random book. I try to control my breathing and heart which accelerated rapidly. -Are all these books yours?
-I share the space with my parents, but a large part of the collection is mine. - I shrug, proud of myself
- What does your book talk about?
-Love. Love and all its forms. - His voice was calm, and his face was that of someone who faithfully believed in that feeling.
-So you are a romantic...do you believe in fate, or soul mates?
-Yes, on both. -When I realize, we stopped walking and we're just staring at each other while we talk. -I believe that no matter what happens, you and your soul mate are bonded, and will meet and be together. How should be.
-Akai Ito...- I whisper with his sudden approach. I give up trying to read who he is, and trying to understand why I can't act with him like I was with everyone else. - What do you want, Jaehyun?
-Sorry, I don't think I understand.
-In five minutes of conversation with the suitors, I can already trace their desires...money, power, a fairy-tale life...but I don't know what you want. -I start pouring everything in front of him, while he stares at me with a small and disconcerting smile at the corner of his mouth - I don't remember seeing you vying for my attention at dinners, or anytime... what do you want here Jaehyun?
-I always waited for the right moment. That was my mom's advice... watch, not invade your space... and although I think the selection is unfair, I wouldn't mind having the opportunity to spend time with you, and get to know who you really are. - I watch him take a step towards me and take my hand. He smiles and looks deep into my eyes - even if it breaks my heart to little pieces, I wouldn't mind picking up the pieces.
And in the next second, I did something I haven't done with anyone in my entire life. I leaned over her body, and pressed our lips together. I didn't know much about Jaehyun, but I knew I could take a chance with him, and maybe give myself up, for the first time.
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The chosen one
Pairing: Jaehyun!Candidate - Princess!Reader
Warnings: None (just beware, Jaehyun is a philanderer here)
Summary: Having lots of smart, handsome men at your feet and giving you all the attention you can think of might be the best possible scenario for some. But for me, it's been a nightmare. Everyone has their desires, but that doesn't mean it's my heart. At least, that's what I believed, until I found him...
I believe that having thousands of perfect men vying for your hand, or at the very least, a second of your attention, can be all that many girls want. All the guys are daring, beautiful, with a thousand qualities and an incredible willingness to listen. But that's not what I want right now.
All meals are little wars fought between them, which most of the time seems to tire me more than those involved. Mom keeps encouraging me to watch them with more affection, but I can't. Selection is not something I like.
I was leaving the ladies' room, and heading towards my office, when two suitors corner me. They both start talking about the day, and how they would like to share me as we walk through the garden. I swallow my acid comments about not being a piece of meat to share, and smile diplomatically apologetically, and ask them not to follow me. Even with their protests, they let me go my way.
When I hear their conspiratorial whispers trying to change my mind, I walk into the library beside me, and lock myself in it. The room was huge, and its huge shelves covered with copies of my favorites. Clever young men, though, I think I've only seen one or two come in here, so I know I'll be quiet.
I start to walk among my faithful companions when I see a standing silhouette. He looked focused, trying to decipher something. I approach slowly and as I try to see what's in my hands, I try to remember his name.
-A...Alqu...what is this? -he snorts in frustration.
-"The Alchemist". -I reveal the name of the book, making myself present. I see the boy get red ears, and be embarrassed. I smile at your attitude, and the length. -It's an excellent book.
-Ah, Your Majesty, I...-He bows in respect and I do the same then, approaching me a few steps. - forgive me, I don't...
-Calm down! - I end up letting out a slight laugh, from his nervousness - the library is for everyone, although I don't believe that all suitors know about it... - I see the boy in front of me nodding. -So you like to read?
-Yes, Your Majesty... I remembered a book, and I decided to come look for it.
-Well, as it's a private collection, it might not have some titles...- I observe the spines in front of me. -Why don't you tell me the name, and we'll look for it together?
Seeing the boy's smile, I feel something strange. A certain euphoria, for maybe it's the first sensible conversation I've had since it all started. I hear what he's looking for, and he started walking, with him beside me.
-Sorry to ask, but there are still a lot of new faces... what's your name? -I ask.
-It's Jaehyun, Your Majesty. Yoo Jaehyun. - the brunette seemed to gain confidence with every word.
-Please, just you. We are alone. -I smile at him who agrees. - caste two?
-Yes...how do you know?
-Lovely face. - I shrug. I took a time to ponder what I should ask you now. I have a list of questions to ask the suitors so I can eliminate them as soon as possible. But something about him made me want to know more about him as a person.
-I wonder how exhausting it must be for you. -He says, I'm surprised. The eye, looking for a reference to your speech - the selection... is an event for many of us, but I can't imagine it for you.
-Oh yes...let's say I'm not found the idea of having a reality show, to force me to choose a husband. - I make a face which makes him laugh lightly.
- I always thought the program was unfair to you, and to the candidates, -this Jaehyun from caste two, starts talking, and when I think it's going to continue, he gives up. I instruct him to go into a hallway with books in Korean, and then into the romance session.
-You should find what you're looking for here...-I turn my back looking at some old names.
-I've already found what you wanted. -He assures me, and when I turn around, I catch him watching me intensely.
-I knew i have found ever since I've layed my eyes here. - His sentence made me blush, and then he hands me the book he had in his hands. I nod, and turn to pick up a random book. I try to control my breathing and heart which accelerated rapidly. -Are all these books yours?
-I share the space with my parents, but a large part of the collection is mine. - I shrug, proud of myself
- What does your book talk about?
-Love. Love and all its forms. - His voice was calm, and his face was that of someone who faithfully believed in that feeling.
-So you are a romantic...do you believe in fate, or soul mates?
-Yes, on both. -When I realize, we stopped walking and we're just staring at each other while we talk. -I believe that no matter what happens, you and your soul mate are bonded, and will meet and be together. How should be.
-Akai Ito...- I whisper with his sudden approach. I give up trying to read who he is, and trying to understand why I can't act with him like I was with everyone else. - What do you want, Jaehyun?
-Sorry, I don't think I understand.
-In five minutes of conversation with the suitors, I can already trace their desires...money, power, a fairy-tale life...but I don't know what you want. -I start pouring everything in front of him, while he stares at me with a small and disconcerting smile at the corner of his mouth - I don't remember seeing you vying for my attention at dinners, or anytime... what do you want here Jaehyun?
-I always waited for the right moment. That was my mom's advice... watch, not invade your space... and although I think the selection is unfair, I wouldn't mind having the opportunity to spend time with you, and get to know who you really are. - I watch him take a step towards me and take my hand. He smiles and looks deep into my eyes - even if it breaks my heart to little pieces, I wouldn't mind picking up the pieces.
And in the next second, I did something I haven't done with anyone in my entire life. I leaned over her body, and pressed our lips together. I didn't know much about Jaehyun, but I knew I could take a chance with him, and maybe give myself up, for the first time.
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O escolhido
Pairing: Jaehyun!Candidato - Princesa!Leitora
Avisos: Nenhum (só cuidado, o Jaehyun é um galanteador aqui)
Resumo: Ter vários homens bonitos e inteligentes aos seus pés e te dando toda a atenção que pode pensar, pode ser para algumas, o melhor cenário possível. Mas para mim, está sendo um pesadelo. Todos possuem seus desejos, mas isso não quer dizer que seja o meu coração. Pelo menos, era isso que eu acreditava, até encontrar ele...
Acredito que ter milhares de homens perfeitos disputando para ter sua mão, ou no mínimo, um segundo de sua atenção pode ser tudo que muitas garotas desejam. Todos os rapazes bem arrojados, belos, com mil qualidades e um disponibilidade incrível para escutar. Porém não é o que quero agora.
Todas as refeições são pequenas guerras travadas entre eles, o que na maioria das vezes parece mais me cansar, do que aos envolvidos. Mamãe vive me incentivando a observa-los com mais carinho, porém eu não consigo. A seleção não é algo que me agrada.
Estava saindo do sala das mulheres, e indo em direção ao meu escritório, quando dois pretendentes me encurralam. Ambos começam a falar sobre o dia, e como gostariam de dividir-me enquanto andamos pelo jardim. Engulo meu comentários acido sobre não ser um pedaço de carne a ser compartilhado, e sorrio diplomaticamente me desculpando, e pedindo para que não me sigam. Mesmo com seus protestos, me deixaram seguir meu caminho.
Quando escuto seus sussurros conspiratórios para tentarem me fazer mudar de ideia, entro na biblioteca ao meu lado, e me tranco na mesma. O cômodo era enorme, e suas enormes prateleiras cobertas com exemplares dos meus favoritos. Mesmo sendo rapazes inteligentes, creio ter visto apenas um ou dois entrarem aqui, portanto sei que terei sossego.
Começo a caminhar por entre meus fieis companheiros quando vejo uma silhueta parada. Ele parecia concentrado, tentando decifrar algo. Me aproximo lentamente e ao mesmo tempo que tento ver o que tem em mãos, tento me recordar de seu nome.
-A...alq...o que é isso? -ele bufa frustrado.
-"O Alquimista". -revelo o nome do livro, me fazendo presente. Vejo o rapaz ficar com as orelhas vermelhas, e ficar sem jeito. Sorrio com sua atitude, e o comprimento. -É um excelente livro.
-Ah, majestade, eu...-o mesmo se curva em respeito e faço o mesmo em seguida, me aproximando alguns passos. - me perdoe, eu não...
-Se acalme! - acabo soltando uma leve risada, de seu nervosismo - a biblioteca é para todos, embora não acredite que todos os pretendentes saibam disso... - vejo o rapaz a minha frente concordar com a cabeça. -Então gosta de ler?
-Sim, majestade...lembrei de um livro, e resolvi vir procura-lo.
-Bom, por ser uma coleção particular, pode não ter alguns títulos...- observo as lombadas à minha frente. -Por que não me diz o nome, e o procuramos juntos?
Ao ver o sorriso do rapaz, sinto algo estranho. Uma certa euforia, por talvez ser a primeira conversa sensata que tenho depois que tudo começou. Escuto o que ele procura, e começou a andar, com ele ao meu lado.
-Desculpe perguntar, mas ainda são muitos rostos novos... qual seu nome? -Pergunto.
-É Jaehyun, majestade. Yoo Jaehyun. - o moreno parecia ganhar confiança a cada palavra.
-Por favor, apenas você. Estamos sozinhos. -Sorrio para ele que concorda. - casta dois?
-Sim...como sabe?
-Rosto adorável. -dou de ombros. Pondero algumas vezes sobre o que deveria lhe perguntar agora. Tenho uma lista de perguntas a fazer para os pretendentes, e assim já poder elimina-los o quanto antes. Porém alguma coisa nele me fazia querer saber mais dele, como pessoa.
-Imagino como deve ser exaustivo para você. -ele diz, me surpreendo. O olho, em busca de uma referência a sua fala - a seleção...é um evento para muitos de nós, mas não consigo imaginar para você.
-Ah, sim...digamos que não gosto da ideia de ter um reality show, para me forçar a escolher um marido. - faço uma careta o que o faz rir levemente.
- Sempre achei o programa injusto com vocês, e com os candidatos, -o tal Jaehyun da casta dois, começa a falar, e quando acho que vai continuar, ele desiste.
O instruo a entrar em um corredor com livros em coreano, e depois na sessão romance.
-Deve achar o que procura por aqui...-me viro de costas olhando alguns antigos nomes.
-Já achei o que queria. -ele me garante, e quando me viro, o pego me observando intensamente. -Achei assim que coloquei meus olhos aqui. -sua frase me fez ruborizar, e em seguida ele me estica o livro que tinha em mãos. Concordo com a cabeça, e me viro para pegar um livro qualquer. Tento controlar minha respiração e coração que aceleraram rapidamente. -Todos esses livros são seus?
-Eu divido o espaço com meus pais, mas grande parte da coleção é minha. -dou de ombros orgulhosa de mim mesma - Sobre o que o seu livro fala?
-Amor. Amor e todas as suas formas. -sua voz era calma, e sua feição era de quem acreditava fielmente nesse tal sentimento.
-Então o senhor é um romântico...acredita em destino, ou almas gêmeas?
-Sim, nos dois. -Quando percebo, paramos de andar e estamos apenas nos encarando enquanto conversamos. -acredito que não importa o que aconteça, você e sua alma gêmea estão ligados, e vão se encontrar e ficar juntos. Como deve ser.
-Akai Ito...-sussurro com sua proximação repentina. Desisto de tentar ler quem ele é, e de tentar entender por que não consigo agir com ele, como fui com todos os outros. - o que pretende, Jaehyun?
-Desculpa, acho que não entendi.
-Em cinco minutos de conversa com os pretendentes, já consigo traçar seus desejos...dinheiro, poder, uma vida de contos de fadas...mas não sei o que você quer. -Começo a despejar tudo em sua frente, enquanto ele me encara com um pequeno e desconcertante sorriso ao canto da boca - não me lembro de te ver disputando minha atenção nos jantares, ou em qualquer momento... o que quer aqui Jaehyun?
-Sempre esperei o momento certo. Esse foi o conselho da minha mãe... observar, e não invadir o seu espaço...e apesar de achar que a seleção é injusta, não me importaria de ter a oportunidade de passar um tempo com você, e de conhecer quem realmente é, - o observo dar um passo em minha direção e pegar minha mão. Ele sorri e olha bem fundo em meus olhos - mesmo que parta meu coração em pedacinhos, não me importaria de catar o cacos.
E no segundo seguinte, eu fiz algo que não fiz com ninguém a minha vida inteira. Me inclinei sobre seu corpo, e colo nossos lábios. Eu não sabia muito sore Jaehyun, mas soube que poderia me arriscar com ele, e talvez me entregar, pela primeira vez.
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O escolhido
Pairing: Jaehyun!Candidato - Princesa!Leitora
Avisos: Nenhum (só cuidado, o Jaehyun é um galanteador aqui)
Resumo: Ter vários homens bonitos e inteligentes aos seus pés e te dando toda a atenção que pode pensar, pode ser para algumas, o melhor cenário possível. Mas para mim, está sendo um pesadelo. Todos possuem seus desejos, mas isso não quer dizer que seja o meu coração. Pelo menos, era isso que eu acreditava, até encontrar ele...
Acredito que ter milhares de homens perfeitos disputando para ter sua mão, ou no mínimo, um segundo de sua atenção pode ser tudo que muitas garotas desejam. Todos os rapazes bem arrojados, belos, com mil qualidades e um disponibilidade incrível para escutar. Porém não é o que quero agora.
Todas as refeições são pequenas guerras travadas entre eles, o que na maioria das vezes parece mais me cansar, do que aos envolvidos. Mamãe vive me incentivando a observa-los com mais carinho, porém eu não consigo. A seleção não é algo que me agrada.
Estava saindo do sala das mulheres, e indo em direção ao meu escritório, quando dois pretendentes me encurralam. Ambos começam a falar sobre o dia, e como gostariam de dividir-me enquanto andamos pelo jardim. Engulo meu comentários acido sobre não ser um pedaço de carne a ser compartilhado, e sorrio diplomaticamente me desculpando, e pedindo para que não me sigam. Mesmo com seus protestos, me deixaram seguir meu caminho.
Quando escuto seus sussurros conspiratórios para tentarem me fazer mudar de ideia, entro na biblioteca ao meu lado, e me tranco na mesma. O cômodo era enorme, e suas enormes prateleiras cobertas com exemplares dos meus favoritos. Mesmo sendo rapazes inteligentes, creio ter visto apenas um ou dois entrarem aqui, portanto sei que terei sossego.
Começo a caminhar por entre meus fieis companheiros quando vejo uma silhueta parada. Ele parecia concentrado, tentando decifrar algo. Me aproximo lentamente e ao mesmo tempo que tento ver o que tem em mãos, tento me recordar de seu nome.
-A...alq...o que é isso? -ele bufa frustrado.
-"O Alquimista". -revelo o nome do livro, me fazendo presente. Vejo o rapaz ficar com as orelhas vermelhas, e ficar sem jeito. Sorrio com sua atitude, e o comprimento. -É um excelente livro.
-Ah, majestade, eu...-o mesmo se curva em respeito e faço o mesmo em seguida, me aproximando alguns passos. - me perdoe, eu não...
-Se acalme! - acabo soltando uma leve risada, de seu nervosismo - a biblioteca é para todos, embora não acredite que todos os pretendentes saibam disso... - vejo o rapaz a minha frente concordar com a cabeça. -Então gosta de ler?
-Sim, majestade...lembrei de um livro, e resolvi vir procura-lo.
-Bom, por ser uma coleção particular, pode não ter alguns títulos...- observo as lombadas à minha frente. -Por que não me diz o nome, e o procuramos juntos?
Ao ver o sorriso do rapaz, sinto algo estranho. Uma certa euforia, por talvez ser a primeira conversa sensata que tenho depois que tudo começou. Escuto o que ele procura, e começou a andar, com ele ao meu lado.
-Desculpe perguntar, mas ainda são muitos rostos novos... qual seu nome? -Pergunto.
-É Jaehyun, majestade. Yoo Jaehyun. - o moreno parecia ganhar confiança a cada palavra.
-Por favor, apenas você. Estamos sozinhos. -Sorrio para ele que concorda. - casta dois?
-Sim...como sabe?
-Rosto adorável. -dou de ombros. Pondero algumas vezes sobre o que deveria lhe perguntar agora. Tenho uma lista de perguntas a fazer para os pretendentes, e assim já poder elimina-los o quanto antes. Porém alguma coisa nele me fazia querer saber mais dele, como pessoa.
-Imagino como deve ser exaustivo para você. -ele diz, me surpreendo. O olho, em busca de uma referência a sua fala - a seleção...é um evento para muitos de nós, mas não consigo imaginar para você.
-Ah, sim...digamos que não gosto da ideia de ter um reality show, para me forçar a escolher um marido. - faço uma careta o que o faz rir levemente.
- Sempre achei o programa injusto com vocês, e com os candidatos, -o tal Jaehyun da casta dois, começa a falar, e quando acho que vai continuar, ele desiste.
O instruo a entrar em um corredor com livros em coreano, e depois na sessão romance.
-Deve achar o que procura por aqui...-me viro de costas olhando alguns antigos nomes.
-Já achei o que queria. -ele me garante, e quando me viro, o pego me observando intensamente. -Achei assim que coloquei meus olhos aqui. -sua frase me fez ruborizar, e em seguida ele me estica o livro que tinha em mãos. Concordo com a cabeça, e me viro para pegar um livro qualquer. Tento controlar minha respiração e coração que aceleraram rapidamente. -Todos esses livros são seus?
-Eu divido o espaço com meus pais, mas grande parte da coleção é minha. -dou de ombros orgulhosa de mim mesma - Sobre o que o seu livro fala?
-Amor. Amor e todas as suas formas. -sua voz era calma, e sua feição era de quem acreditava fielmente nesse tal sentimento.
-Então o senhor é um romântico...acredita em destino, ou almas gêmeas?
-Sim, nos dois. -Quando percebo, paramos de andar e estamos apenas nos encarando enquanto conversamos. -acredito que não importa o que aconteça, você e sua alma gêmea estão ligados, e vão se encontrar e ficar juntos. Como deve ser.
-Akai Ito...-sussurro com sua proximação repentina. Desisto de tentar ler quem ele é, e de tentar entender por que não consigo agir com ele, como fui com todos os outros. - o que pretende, Jaehyun?
-Desculpa, acho que não entendi.
-Em cinco minutos de conversa com os pretendentes, já consigo traçar seus desejos...dinheiro, poder, uma vida de contos de fadas...mas não sei o que você quer. -Começo a despejar tudo em sua frente, enquanto ele me encara com um pequeno e desconcertante sorriso ao canto da boca - não me lembro de te ver disputando minha atenção nos jantares, ou em qualquer momento... o que quer aqui Jaehyun?
-Sempre esperei o momento certo. Esse foi o conselho da minha mãe... observar, e não invadir o seu espaço...e apesar de achar que a seleção é injusta, não me importaria de ter a oportunidade de passar um tempo com você, e de conhecer quem realmente é, - o observo dar um passo em minha direção e pegar minha mão. Ele sorri e olha bem fundo em meus olhos - mesmo que parta meu coração em pedacinhos, não me importaria de catar o cacos.
E no segundo seguinte, eu fiz algo que não fiz com ninguém a minha vida inteira. Me inclinei sobre seu corpo, e colo nossos lábios. Eu não sabia muito sore Jaehyun, mas soube que poderia me arriscar com ele, e talvez me entregar, pela primeira vez.
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