#Nct 127

[tryagainenthusiast]

happy trail-gate…

summary , bf!jeong jaehyun has stabbed you in the back a million times….by shaving his happy trail :>

notes , this is so silly sorry lolol

you didn’t even notice it when he fell back onto the couch, spreading his legs wide and taking up most of the space, arms stretching out over the pillows. its only until he watches you balance on the edge of the coffee table, teetering on the edge, tiptoeing to try and reach the flickering light bulb thats been annoying you for the past week that he stands up again, wrapping his fingers around your waist to keep you steady. he lets out a small laugh and your brows furrow, scowling at him from above. “you do this then.” your lips press together into a pout, pushing his shoulders gently.

he takes the lightbulb from your hands, a small smile on his lips, arms coming up to unscrew the faulty lightbulb, his shirt riding up to expose a sliver of his midriff that you take a step back just to glance down at.

“what the hell?”

his eyes run down to your frame, your tense shoulders and wide eyes that depict a shock on your face that he has never quite seen before. you could fall down to your knees, face planted against the ground in pure agony. jaehyun almost looks a little worried.

”what’s wrong?”

”what…have you done.” you yelp, hands reaching for the bottom of his shirt, fingers curling around it to pull it up a little more. finally seeing the smooth skin of his lower midriff, a small sob escapes your mouth and jaehyun can’t stop his lips from curling up into a small smile. he doesn’t even try to stop you when your hands pull down at the waistband of his boxers, running a soft fingertip down the line where his happy trail used to be, in all it’s glory, all for you to admire.

gently, he pats the top of your head with a splayed out hand, fingers coming to ruffle strands of your hair. he doesn’t get it, but he’ll comfort you anyway.

you pull your hands out of his pants, stepping off the coffee table and throwing yourself back on the couch, pinching your nose bridge in genuine stress. “who did this to you?” you murmur, looking up at jaehyun, eyes narrowing. jaehyun thinks you are being awfully dramatic, he cant suppress the genuine chuckle that leaves his mouth, bending down to run a hand down your side, trying to ease the situation, “it was for a shoot.”

you let out another wince, squeezing your eyes shut. this might be the worst thing that has happened to you—ever. your boyfriend, unaware of how much this is affecting you, sits beside you, lifting your legs up to rest them on his lap, caressing his hands up and down them with a light touch. “it’ll grow back.” he scoffs. he can’t tell whether you’re being serious…he didn’t know you liked his happy trail this much.

his hands reach out to your waist, pulling your limp, defeated body up into his lap, cupping your cheeks. all he can do is press tender kisses to the corners of your frowning mouth, finding it terribly cute, trying to hide his smile as you whine against his skin, “bring it back…” your words are muffled against him and he hums against your lips, continuing to shower your parted mouth with small pecks.

“give me a couple weeks.” jaehyun chirps, finding his heart a little warmed, in an oddly affectionate way. you glance down, hands reaching to lift his shirt up once more, just to make sure it’s really gone while his hands rub up and down your thighs.

“i’ll make it up to you until then. i promise.” he croons, and the effort you have put into dragging the corners of your lips down is all for nothing. the betrayal you’re feeling dissipating into giddiness as jaehyun’s hands lay you down over the couch cushions, the palms of his hands cupped around your knees, hovering above you with an amused, dimpled smile on his face...

[ayukas]

r/UberEATS 18 are u serious

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[neocatharsis]

JAEHYUN for GQ Korea (February 2025)

[jsuh]

johnny // 250119 nct 127 4th tour 'neo city: seoul - the momentum'

[suunani]

just for fun ( jeong jaehyun )

▍ there’s nothing wrong about kissing your bestfriend just for fun, right?

content : 1.9k words, male reader, bestfriend! jaehyun, fluff fluff and fluff again, mutual pining, detailed kiss scene.

friday nights were sacred.

no matter how crazy life became — whether jaehyun was juggling back-to-back schedules with his group or you were drowning under a mountain of deadlines — movie night was untouchable.

it wasn’t something either of you had ever needed to discuss about; it was just there, as natural and essential as breathing. a tradition born from years of friendship and countless nights spent sprawled out on your couch.

the setup was always the same: the couch, an oversized blanket big enough to cover both of you, the coffee table crowded with snacks and drinks.

jaehyun always managed to make a mess with the popcorn, and you never failed to call him out for it, only for him to grin sheepishly every time, a sparkle in his eyes that promised he'd absolutely do it again next week.

it was comfortable, dependable. a routine so ingrained that neither of you could imagine life without it.

tonight, like every other friday, the two of you had settled into your usual spots.

jaehyun was stretched out beside you, his long legs taking up more than their fair share of the coffee table. one of his socks was missing (why, you didn't know and didn't care to ask) and the other hung loosely from his foot like it was holding on for dear life.

and you were curled up at the opposite end of the couch, the blanket draped across both of you, your toes brushing his shin beneath its soft folds.

the movie you’d picked — a romcom that netflix had all but begged you to watch — played on the tv. you weren’t paying much attention though, the storyline fading into white noise as you absently picked at the popcorn. jaehyun, on the other hand, seemed more invested, his dark eyes fixed on the screen.

it wasn’t until the movie reached its climactic make-out scene that the atmosphere shifted. the two characters on screen were tangled up in each other, all messy passion and heavy breathing. you glanced at jaehyun out of habit, expecting him to crack a joke or roll his eyes like he always did during these moments.

but he didn't.

instead, he was quiet, his expression thoughtful in a way that set your nerves on edge.

“what if we tried that?”

his voice was so casual, so matter-of-fact, that it took a second for his words to register. you blinked, turning your head to look at him fully.

“what?”

jaehyun didn't look away from the screen, his hand dipping lazily into the popcorn bowl, grabbing a handful as he spoke.

“that,” he nodded toward the tv, his tone so relaxed you almost thought you'd misheard. “kissing. you and me.”

the words hit you like a cold splash of water, and you stared at him, waiting for some sign that he was joking. but his expression didn’t change.

he chewed his popcorn slowly, his face calm, like he’d just asked what you wanted for dinner.

“i… uh…” you stammered, suddenly hyper-aware of the blanket you were sharing and the way his knee was just barely brushing yours. “what are you talking about?”

jaehyun finally looked at you then, his gaze steady and calm, his lips twitching into the faintest smile.

“i’m just asking,” he said with a shrug, like it wasn’t the most absurd thing he’d ever said. “you’ve never thought about it?”

you let out a disbelieving laugh, your heart pounding in your chest. “thought about kissing you?”

“yeah,” he nodded, leaning back against the couch, his expression unreadable. “i mean, why not? we’re best friends. we’ve done everything else together. what’s one more thing?”

“jaehyun…” you trailed off, unsure how to even respond.

he was really serious — or at least, he didn’t seem to be joking at all. and that made it worse. or better. you couldn’t decide.

he turned his head to look at you again, his gaze softer this time. “what? it wouldn’t be weird. i mean, we already know everything about each other. it’s not like it’d change anything.”

“not change anything?” you repeated, incredulous. “you think kissing your best friend wouldn’t change anything?”

“not unless we wanted it to,” he replied simply, his tone so steady it almost calmed the storm raging in your chest. almost.

you stared at him, searching his face for some kind of explanation. but he wasn’t teasing you. he wasn’t laughing or smirking the way he usually did when he was trying to get under your skin.

he was just… waiting.

“you’ve really thought about this, haven’t you?” you asked, your voice quieter now.

jaehyun tilted his head slightly, considering you.

“yeah. i guess i have,” he admitted. “i mean, haven’t you? even a little?”

your brain felt like it was short-circuiting. you wanted to say no, to deny it outright, but the truth was, the idea didn’t seem as far-fetched as it should have.

you’d spent years at each other’s sides, your lives so intertwined that you could barely tell where one ended and the other began. and sure, there were moments — quick, fleeting moments — when you’d looked at him and wondered.

but this? this was real. and it wasn’t a fleeting moment anymore.

“i don’t know,” you said honestly, your voice barely above a whisper.

jaehyun smiled again, a small, patient curve of his lips that sent butterflies swirling through your stomach.

“then let’s find out,” his voice was low, almost hesitant.

you froze the moment he leaned in, his movements slow and deliberate, like a question he was silently asking.

it felt like the world had paused, holding its breath along with you. his eyes flicked to yours, searching, giving you all the time in the world to stop him, to pull away, to laugh it off like the best friends you’d always been.

but you didn’t. you couldn’t. your heart hammered against your chest, wild and unrestrained, and you knew he could probably hear it.

when his lips brushed against yours, it was featherlight, tentative, like he was testing the waters, hesitant but hopeful. your breath caught in your throat, and a spark ignited deep in your chest, sending tingles down to your fingertips.

his hand slid up to cup your jaw, his thumb tracing an impossibly soft line along your skin. the gentle touch sent shivers cascading down your spine, but it wasn’t unpleasant. your heart thudded against your chest like it was trying to escape, and a warmth you couldn’t explain spread through your entire body.

the kiss was slow at first, unhurried, almost experimental, like neither of you could believe what was happening. but then, instinct took over. you kissed him back before you could think better of it, your body moving on its own, feeling the slight curve of his smile against your lips. warmth bloomed between you, and your heart pounded harder with every second.

his lips were softer than you’d imagined — though you weren’t sure why you were imagining it at all. he tasted faintly of the popcorn you’d shared earlier, and there was something about the familiarity of it that made your chest ache in the best way.

jaehyun tilted his head just enough to fit perfectly, deepening the kiss in a way that felt so natural, it was almost like muscle memory. one of his hands slipping to your hip while the other stayed on your jaw, his fingers curling there gently, and he pressed closer, so close you could feel his breath mingling with yours.

you couldn’t think about anything else. it was just him: the warmth of his body so close, the way his lips moved against yours like they belonged there, the gentle press of his fingertips against your skin.

the world around you just… faded, like it didn’t exist anymore. all that mattered was this moment, the two of you tangled in something unsaid but utterly undeniable.

when the kiss finally ended, the two of you pulled back slowly, your foreheads brushing against the other as you tried to catch your breath. your chest heaved, and you realized he was breathing just as hard as you were, his lips slightly parted as though he wanted to say something but didn’t know how.

before you could speak, before you could even begin to process what had just happened, jaehyun grinned, a soft, lopsided grin that made your heart flip, and leaned in once again. this time, it wasn’t as tentative. he pressed a quick, playful kiss to your lips, a soft 'mwah' sound filling the quiet space between you.

his hand on your jaw tilted your head just slightly, like he didn’t want to give you any room to second-guess this.

it was over almost as soon as it began, but it left you blinking, stunned, your heart beating so loudly it was all you could hear. he chuckled softly, his face still close, his breath fanning over your skin.

“okay,” jaehyun said, leaning back just slightly, though his hand lingered on your hip. “i’m officially adding that to our list of top-tier decisions.”

you let out a shaky laugh, the sound more real than you expected it to be.

your hand, which had somehow ended up tangled in his hair, slipped back into your lap. you glanced at him, taking in the way his lips were slightly swollen, his hair adorably mussed, his cheeks dusted with a faint pink.

“i can’t believe you actually…” you started, your words trailing off as you gestured vaguely between the two of you.

“kissed you?” he finished for you, his lips quirking into that lopsided grin. “yeah, me neither. thought you’d push me off the couch, to be honest.”

you shook your head, the heat in your cheeks spreading like wildfire.

“i thought about it,” you admitted, only half-joking, your voice quieter now.

his grin softened into something gentler, something that made your chest ache all over again.

“but you didn’t,” he said, his tone quieter.

you swallowed, your throat dry, and shook your head again. “no. i didn’t.”

for a moment, the air between you shifted.

the weight of what had just happened settled over you both, heavy but not unwelcome. it felt like standing on the edge of something new, something you couldn’t quite name yet.

jaehyun nudged your knee lightly with his own, breaking the tension just enough.

“so,” he said, leaning back against the couch with a sigh that was almost too casual. “what’s the verdict?”

you raised an eyebrow, the heat still lingering on your face. “the verdict?”

“yep,” he tilted his head, his grin teasing but his tone softer, more earnest. “should we pencil in a round two?”

you rolled your eyes, though your lips betrayed you, curving into a small smile.

“you’re lucky that wasn’t terrible,” you muttered, your voice fond despite yourself. “or we wouldn’t even be having this conversation.”

jaehyun let out a laugh, deep and warm, and you felt yourself relax into it. the movie playing in the background faded into little more than white noise. the real focus was here, in the space between you two.

after a quiet moment, jaehyun spoke again, his voice softer this time.

“this doesn’t feel weird, does it?”

you shook your head slowly, meeting his gaze. “no. it doesn’t.”

and it didn’t. for all the ways it should’ve felt strange or awkward, it didn’t. it felt…right. comfortable. like something that had been waiting to happen all along.

jaehyun’s lips quirked into another soft smile, his gaze warm and steady on yours.

“good,” he said, his voice a little quieter now. “because i think i kind of like kissing my best friend.”

[ny0sang]

guys take him out the military i need him so bad :(

i BEG of thee

taeyong hcs? smutty, fluffy

i do not care i just LOVE the way you write 🥹💚

smutty/fluffy taeyong headcanons

pairing: lee taeyong x fem!reader

warnings: smut (minors dni), cum eating, face riding, studio sex, fluff, taeyong being absolutely whipped, pet names, ass slapping, tit play, fingering, degrading

note: thank you so much love, i hope you like these <3

oh how taeyong loved you, he would steal the world for you to be happy.

the way you ride his face until you’re dripping cum and how he loves to kitty lick your pussy til you’re a moaning mess.

he loves holding doors open for you as he playfully slaps your ass whenever you pass through the door.

“doll do you think you could wear the red lingerie later on?” he winks at you while plopping a cherry in his mouth.

taeyong likes playing with your tits, holding both with his hands, twisting the nipples slightly with his thumb and index finger.

he knows how to use his fingers on you, hitting your g spot each time, fingers pumping in and out of your cunt.

“you like that you little slut don’t ya?” he grabbed a chunk of your hair pulling on it while fucking you from behind in the studio.

how he loves your moans, he could record them and listen to them all the time.

taking you out on dates, showing you off to everyone.

he treats you like a princess, completely worshipping you.

when he started to fall in love with you, he wasn’t sure at first how to react but as soon as he got more comfortable with the fact that he loves you the more he got clingy with you.

a lot of kisses and cuddles is what you get for him, sharing a blanket and sharing each others comfort food.

back hugs, oh how you love them but taeyong as well.

“you look gorgeous today doll” he kissed your cheek while his hand rested on your back.

he liked talking about marriage, liked seeing your eyes light up whenever you looked at dresses in the shopping mall.

taeyong takes you on vacation a lot, sometimes in korea but also abroad.

“i’ll love you till the day i die” he promised you, and definitely kept that promise, cause he will never love someone like he loves you.

[snowball-doie]

| pairing: johnny x manager!fem!reader

| warnings: 18+ MDNI. rough sex. hate? sex. quickie. bathroom sex. unprotected sex. breeding kink. praise kink (bro's obsessed/down bad).

| wc: 2.8k

| aurora's note: this is originally written as johnny x manager!oc, so it's mildly plus size coded and includes background about johnny and reader being married and having a kid together already. enjoy <3

Being as busy as you were handling a million other issues backstage, you didn’t realize that Johnny was trying to get your attention for an entire song until a staff member finally interrupted what you were doing to tell you that something was wrong with Johnny. When you stopped to look at the stage, you saw Johnny standing there. During the middle of a song, he was just standing there, staring at you, waiting for your attention so that he could finally point at his mic and mouth frustratedly: “It’s not working!” Immediately, you groaned. How was it that you had a million staff members standing around doing nothing and not a single one of them thought to actually do something to solve the problem? Did you really have to do everything yourself? It seemed that you did indeed have to do it because you were the one who told the techs that something was wrong with his microphone and that it needed to be fixed— All the while, Johnny was still on stage, protesting the whole thing during his parts of the song by refusing to even lip sync or put full effort into the choreography.

By the time the song was over, they had a new battery pack and microphone ready for Johnny to switch out during the ment next up on the cue sheet. So you gestured for Johnny to come over.  When Johnny ran off stage, he immediately tossed his mic to the side angrily and snatched the new one from you without a word. You stared at him as the sound team closed in to check Johnny's in-ears as well to make sure that everything was working fine again. Johnny huffed and brushed them off so that he could check it himself. You sighed and shook your head at him. You understood that he was frustrated, but he was taking it out on the wrong people, and he was putting himself and everyone else in a sour mood unnecessarily. Then just as he was about to run off without a word, you caught his hand and pulled him back a few steps.

“Hey, look at me.”

Johnny reluctantly spun around while rolling his eyes.

“Smile a bit. Have fun. Don’t get upset again.” You kissed him quickly and smacked his ass— Which he usually would have giggled in response to, instead he continued to pout before escaping your hold and running off. “What’s got his panties in a twist?” you muttered to yourself.

Granted, once he was back on stage, Johnny was smiling and being his usual self that he presented in front of fans. Why he had to take his anger out on you was a mystery. You figured that he let it go or at least felt mildly better, however, because he was acting completely normal again and wasn’t continuously glancing off stage again for help which no one but you was eager to supply. Maybe he just needed a breather. The boys seemed to cheer him up, and interacting with the fans seemed to put a bright smile on his face… Surely he wasn’t mad anymore.

When the concert ended, the boys ran off stage to immediately hand over their equipment and get their water bottles which they all chugged for dear life. Except Johnny. Mr. Pouty angrily threw his mic and in-ear into his labeled basket without any care of if it would break; and in the process of throwing his public tantrum, he shocked literally everyone with his out of character behavior, prompting all of backstage to fall eerily silent and still. Johnny ignored them as he stormed off. Of course your first and only reaction was to follow him— Not as his worried wife but as his pissed off manager who was seeking an explanation about how a fucking mic could possibly do all that to him on the first night of their tour when they were supposed to be happy and just roll with any of the issues that would accidentally occur— That always happened during the first shows! Always! Johnny knew better than anyone that the first show was a trial run, so things were bound to go wrong…

Johnny suddenly diverted into a bathroom in the hallway, and before you knew what was going on, your wrists were being held in his tight grip as he pulled you in with him. You stumbled in, giving him time to lock the door.

“What’s your prob—”

The thought of scolding him was washed away within an instant when he cupped his hands over your ass and squeezed roughly so that you were pulled flush against his chest before he pushed both of you to the wall where he immediately began kissing you roughly.

“J—”

“Stop talking.”

Despite being caught completely off guard by Johnny, you did as you were told, instead of talking you used your energy to kiss him back in the hopes that he was just trying to ground himself with something real— with you. But the longer you kissed, the more aggressive Johnny got. You realized quickly that if you continued that it would go further until neither of you could stop, and you just couldn’t do that with everyone walking on eggshells around him and waiting for you to cool him down. If someone noticed you were gone for so long… If someone heard you… You just couldn’t risk it.

“Joh—”

“What did I say, hmmm?” With a rough grasp on your hips, Johnny spun you around and moved you over a few steps so that you were bent over the sink. “Why do you have to be so fucking pretty all the time? It’s a distraction… But you wouldn’t know that with how you get distracted during our performances. Do you realize how long I was trying to get your attention after my mic stopped working?”

“I had other things to do—”

“What part of ‘stop talking’ do you not get?”

You watched Johnny through the mirror as he focused on checking you out from head to toe with his lip bottom trapped between his teeth. He still looked angry. Honestly, you'd never seen him mad on stage, but what was even stranger was how mad he was with you. Johnny was kind and quiet and understanding. He hardly ever raised his voice, and he always stopped himself from going too far when he got upset. Now, though, it was like everything boiled over until he couldn’t control himself anymore, so his only salvation was bending you over the sink and pulling your cargo pants and underwear down in unison. You grabbed the cold counter top to hold yourself steady.

“Someone could catch us,” you warned warily, worried that he would scold you again for talking.

Johnny grabbed your ass to spread you open before groaning at the sight. “I don’t care.”

“But—”

“It’s not a crime to fuck my wife.”

“It’s unprofessional.”

“Tell that to the techs who couldn’t do their jobs earlier.”

“That’s not their fault.”

“Someone has to take the blame,” he told you sincerely, his gaze meeting yours in the mirror, not a hint of humor or kindness in those dark eyes of his. “Who’s it gonna be?”

You stared at him and exhaled. “It’s my fault for not making sure the techs checked the mic after your outfit change.”

Was it actually your fault? No. But if there was anyone you wished Johnny would be so angry with that he couldn’t see straight, you wanted it to be you because you knew that you could handle him. Who knew what he would do if let loose on the poor crew who made one silly mistake that ruined the whole show for Johnny? In his state, Johnny probably would’ve chewed into everyone there, regardless of their job title, so you instead offered yourself up, which seemed to do the trick because Johnny immediately took that answer and ran with it. With your pants barely pushed down around your thighs and no wiggle room between the sink and Johnny's body pressed up behind you, you had no choice but to stand still as Johnny began to undo his pants with one hand while the other remained glued to your hip. Without so much as a courteous warning, Johnny took you by surprise— Literally. One second you were bracing against the sink for what was to come, the next Johnny had his tip kissing your entrance, and then he was in all at once. You barely stood a chance. You tried to stay quiet by biting your lip and inevitably slapping a hand over your mouth to muffle your moans, but it was too late. The shock of having Johnny fuck you so brutally and so suddenly was too much for you to handle. Surely if the boys were eavesdropping outside in the hopes of hearing you two argue, they were immediately scarred forever knowing that Johnny was railing their Noona in the bathroom… If crew members were walking by, they were likely running to gossip about the moans echoing from the bathroom… There was nothing you could do about it, not while your brain felt numb to everything but the fact that Johnny was deep inside of you, and he was being relentless.

“So fucking perfect,” he grunted quietly. “Look at you…” He reached around to grab your face and force you to look up into the mirror to watch your disheveled self bouncing into the sink every time Johnny thrusted forward. “What do I do with you? I just can’t help myself, baby, it’s getting dangerous… All I can think about is you— Even when I’m on stage, I think about you, you, you. It’s unprofessional.”

He hit a sensitive spot that made you moan his name.

“And that face… You always look so pretty when you go dumb on my cock.”

Sure, Johnny was the type to talk dirty in bed, but never like that with you. Back when you first started dating, you used to think about all the women he had been with before you and what they had gotten up to, and if Johnny missed any of it. Over the years, though, when Johnny never showed any changes in your sexual life, like wanting to be degrading, you figured that you assumed wrong about him. Yet there he was, bending you over the sink, holding you steady, and telling you dirty things that made you wet and your legs shake.

“I think I have an idea of what to do with you,” he said between deep thrusts. Leaning in close, his breath was hot on your ear as he whispered sensually, “I’m gonna fill you up…” The two of you moaned together at the thought. “You keep talking about wanting a girl who looks like you, right? We can do that. I can do that… Give you the little girl you want so badly… Maybe then you’ll be at home again like you were when you were pregnant with our son, so I won’t have to be distracted by you all the time.”

“Bold of you t— Fuck— B-bold of you to assume… you wouldn’t still… think— Shit— about me when I’m like that…”

Johnny chuckled. “True.” He brushed your hair off your shoulders so that he could have access to your neck where he started leaving visible hickies.

You reached back to slide one of your hands through his long hair before tugging on the strands to urge him to moan again.

“Gonna cum in you, darling,” he muttered desperately.

Those rough thrusts of his didn’t waver, even when you grunted about him going too fast or too hard. The sound of skin slapping together and moans echoing through the bathroom were enough to convince you that there was no way everyone in the building didn’t know about what you were doing in there. For whatever reason, though, you stopped caring. Maybe it was because the thought of you and Johnny having another kid made your brain melt… All of those comments you made about wanting a baby girl were just jokes to poke fun at how your son looked so like Johnny and not you, but to Johnny it wasn’t just a joke, and you should have known better after the fourth time you brought it up and Johnny kept saying, “One day.” You thought he was kidding too! But no, there he was, a man on a mission, driving into you like there was no tomorrow, like you were the last two people left on Earth.

“You’re so fucking perfect, fuck—” Johnny leaned back just enough for him to be able to look down at the obscene image of his cock disappearing into you over and over again as his nails left imprints in the fat on your hips. “So fucking pretty.” He slid his hands down to drag his nails up, leaving a trail of red marks in their wake along your plush thighs. “All mine, too.” He threw his head back and let out a moan as he very suddenly started cumming inside of you, also without any warning, just like everything else that night.

You stood with your weight being held up by his hands and your supportive grip on the sink, but your legs shook too hard to keep entirely still while you felt the warmth of his cum seep into your core. You could’ve sworn you heard him mumble something along the lines of, “Good girl,” but your head was spinning too fast to make sense of it. So just as quickly as Johnny had been in you, he slid out with a lewd sound caused by your wetness and his cum, then he pulled up his pants. With shaky hands, you pulled your pants up too. Neither of you said anything as Johnny pushed his hair back out of his face with a heavy, relieved sigh, like he couldn’t remember why he was mad in the first place now that he had gotten off inside of his wife who was left with a dry mouth and a body that was vibrating uncontrollably. You tried to calm yourself down the only way you knew how: You squatted down and bowed your head so that you could focus on catching your breath. Johnny gasped and reached out to grab you, but you had yourself still supported by holding onto the sink, so he backed off slightly but remained close in case you needed his help.

“I’m sorry, baby— I got ahead of myself, I didn’t mean to hurt you. I’m so sorry.”

Swallowing hard, you croaked, “John…”

“Yeah?” he replied worriedly.

“We’ve been together for nearly five years… You need to fuck me like that more often.”

For a moment, he didn’t do a thing, but then he started laughing loudly while leaning over to brace his hands on his knees. You stayed where you were on the ground. He nodded, still laughing. “Okay, baby, I can do that.” When he got his laugh out of the way, Johnny held his hands out to help you off the ground and up to your feet slowly so that you could carefully regain your bearings. “You okay?”

You nodded.

“Promise?”

“It’s not sexy if you keep asking.”

Johnny chuckled lightly before kissing your forehead. “By the way, I know it wasn’t your fault that my mic got fucked up. Stupid cord came loose, it’s no one’s fault.”

You looked up at him with a smile before kissing him with a peck at first until he used his height to tower over you and kiss you passionately while he inhaled for air and you reached up to tangle your fingers in his hair. When someone knocked on the bathroom door all of a sudden, you both pulled away and took a large step in opposite directions of each other as if you had actually been caught with your pants down.

“Are you two done?” Yuta asked from the other side of the door.

You sighed quietly. Yeah, everyone definitely knew about you two.

“Yeah,” you replied, giving up on the idea of pretending you weren’t in there or that you hadn’t just fucked. “Coming.”

Johnny chortled.

Your attention snapped to your husband, and before you could pull paper towels out of the dispenser and throw them at him, Johnny made a run for it out of the bathroom with his tail tucked between his legs.

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𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 ˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ [𝒎.𝒍 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒍𝒆]

pairing: idol!mark lee x needy!afab reader

genre: smut, 18+ content ahead. minors dni ˚₊ · »-♡→ inspired by this nsfwtwt post!!

word count: 1.5k

synopsis: sometimes your shyness gets the better of you when it comes to being intimate with mark. it's a good thing your boyfriend doesn't mind giving orders.

warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, explicit language, teasing/foreplay, fingering, brief mention of fisting, pet names (nothing degrading)

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ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴘᴏsᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ sɪᴛᴇs (ᴛʜɪs ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇs ᴛʀᴀɴsʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴs). © ʙʟᴏssᴏᴍᴡʀɪᴛᴇsᴛʜɪɴɢs ⤐ ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛs ʀᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ

You were so, so incredibly shy around your boyfriend sometimes. Especially if things got intimate. Even though you had been together for so long, you couldn't help yourself. He was just too goddamned perfect for you to ever truly exist around him - to ever let loose.

And Mark knew this, despite your best efforts to try and hide the shyness and anxiety that would bubble up in your tummy and sprout forth in your mind whenever he was around. It was so noticeable to him - from the way you'd pull away slightly each time he started making out with you, or how you'd whimper just a little bit each time he teased you mercilessly.

Deep down, you think that Mark liked the shyness. Even if it meant he had to take things a little slower at times, or talk you through certain feelings and thoughts. He loved to care for you, after all. He fucking adored you and worshipped the ground you walked on. So he didn't seem to mind it too much.

That's how you found yourself in your current position: completely bare expect for the thin pink-and-white panties that covered your heat, limbs sprawled haphazardly across your yellow daisy-printed bedspread. And with Mark bare on top, his broad, sculpted shoulders gleaming in the dark.

The moon's light shone somewhere in the distance of your peripheral vision, casting an ominous, cool tone to everything in your shared bedroom. Mark's own figure was shrouded in hues of blue, thanks to the nearby curtains that shielded the two of you from the chaotic world outside.

Your boyfriend was staring down at you, walnut-brown eyes already a little blown out and hooded. You could feel the blush begin to creep up the column of your neck, the unmistakable flutter of nervousness cascading throughout your entire system, aching in your jugular.

"Baby..."

Is all he said at first. Voice a soft whisper, staring down at you like nothing else in the entire world mattered to him right then. Or ever, really. He was kneeling back on his heels, warm palms grounding you by resting atop your bare knees.

"I-I know, Mark... just, give me a second. Yeah?" You started to say, swallowing down the strangled groan that wanted to burst forth from your mouth. You didn't know why you were getting shy - the two of you had been in this exact same positions hundreds of times.

But sometimes, it was simply the presence of Mark Lee that left you teetering over the edge. That left you unbalanced in a way that was so very delicious and yet daunting all at the same time. It forced bees to erupt in your tummy just as it sent a rippling of heat through your entire bloodstream.

The way he always gave you so much attention - called you the prettiest named, gave you all of the love that you could ever ask for. The way he was always so fucking in-tune with your needs and wants. You never even had to tell him what you wanted, because 95% of the time, he'd already know before you could get it out.

At the smidge of stuttering in your voice, Mark leaned closer into your form, mouth hovering over one of your knees. His lips ghosted across the skin there, before he was giving it a gentle kiss. "You always get like this, babydoll. Just take some deep breaths, okay? I gotchu." His eyes never fled from yours, as he spoke against your flesh.

His mouth touching even the littlest semblance of your skin left your craving more in the most insane of ways. It made the feral beast deep inside of you start to claw its way out of its holds in the dungeons of your heart. It left you whining out quietly, "But Mark- please-"

But he was already beginning to shake his head, his fingers pressing into the sides of your knees. And you knew it was too late. The switch was flipped almost instantly across his face - from the sound of you crying out his name, from the vision of you lying underneath him practically naked.

"Now... open up and show me, princess. I wanna see your pretty pussy lips," he said in the darkest of voices, lips kiss swollen from your earlier make out. Slowly, he was prying your legs open. And you let him, despite the incessant pounding beneath your ribcage. Despite the wetness that had soaked through your panties long before your toppling onto the bed.

Almost as quickly as it started, it stopped. And Mark had you right where he wanted you. Completely open and spread for him, slick running down your soft thighs, the moonlight filtering in through the nearby windowpane and casting a glittering shine of quicksilver across your stomach. Truly, it was a sight that only the Greek Gods could've conjured up - could have painted with their ethereal brushstrokes.

At your submission to him, Mark was smirking incrementally. "See? Wasn't that hard to listen to me, was it?" His mouth found the inside of your knee, as he began a trail of wet kisses down your leg. Drawing closer to your aching heat.

"Baby- don't tease me. Please..." You found yourself moaning out, head tossing and turning across the white downy pillows.

Mark's focus flashed from your covered pussy up to your face that was red with a flush. "Why? You're so fucking cute when I tease you."

"Because- I don't need your fingers right now. I need your cock." You cried outloud, just as his palm found the mound at the centre of you that was barely covered by the wet mesh fabric of your panties.

Raising a dark eyebrow in question, Mark let out a deep chuckle. "Funny... 'cause I've barely touched you and you're already dripping," he said with a sardonic laugh. Without any warning, he was pushing your panties aside, swiping his fingers up your cunt, pressing his digits to your swollen clit.

Your spine convulsed across the bedsheets at the immediate contact, and you had to hold everything in yourself back to nog come undone right then and there.

"Guess you don't want me fingering you, though-" Mark started to say with a taunt, even though he began to dip two fingers into your entrance and curl them towards the sky. Immediately, he found that gooey, warm spot inside of you. Pressing up against it, massaging it, he elicited a string of breathless cries from you. "Such a shame, because stretching this tiny pussy open is one of my favorite pastimes."

Just then, he started to pull his fingers out, and at the feeling of the drawling absence you haphazardly shot one of your hands down to meet his between your legs. Quickly taking ahold of his wrist, you shoved his fingers back into you.

Giving him a sheepish smile, you giggled lightly. "A-actually wait. Hold on, maybe... maybe you can finger me for a little bit longer." You both knew he had been teasing you and wasn't asking for your permission to stop or begin anything. You had given everything to him freely a long time ago, and by the looks of your shaking thighs and dripping cunt, your body had submitted to him all the same.

Your boyfriend's pearly canines flashed your way after that, against plump lips. "That's my good, pretty girl." He managed to fit three fingers in, pumping them in and out of you at a toe-curling pace. You rode the high, moving against his hand with a practiced kind of precision. "My pretty princess... so fucking tight and hot for me. Only me, right? You don't let anyone else fist you, hmm pretty girl?"

He slid a fourth finger into your entrance after that, the stretch so delicious your eyes rolled into the back of your skull and you swore you saw galaxies splash across your vision. Gradually, your hips lifted up from the bed in anticipation of your release.

"I didn't hear an answer, babydoll."

Mark's voice cut through your reverie of pleasure, and you stared up as him with a faint smile and blown pupils. It felt like you were looking through the rainbow-tinted glass of a kaleidoscope. "Y-Yeah, Mark. Only you."

He reached out to you, one hand taking a fir grasp of your hip and pressing you down into the bed the harder he pumped his fingers in and out of you. You were so wet, the slip and slide left the scent of sex and the lewd sound of lovemaking to resonate across the entire room.

"Need you to moan for me, okay princess? Let everyone know- the neighbors and the people below us... how good I give it to you. How good your boyfriend fucks this perfect pussy of yours." Mark said with a demanding kind of tone. Your high-pitched moaning began to lift your hips off of the bed again. This time, Mark took full action against you by dragging his hand away from your waist and pressing it against your tummy. Gradually, you could feel the weight of his warm palm meeting the thrusts of his fingers, as he ground his digits between your clenching walls and that golden spot deep inside of you. "C'mon, babydoll... moan for me."

And that's all it took for the screams of ecstasy to start falling from your lips.

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊fin.

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Aftermath — 이민형.

under the moonlight, you're all I need tonight

PAIRING: mark lee x gn reader

GENRE: lover duties

WORD COUNT: 1.1K+ words

WARNINGS: idol!mark, oral (mark receiving)

SYNOPSIS: your boyfriend comes home exhausted, and your lover signal goes blaring. now you don't want anything other than to provide comfort and relief like he does to you.

A/N: just a little mark blurb, I wish someone is sucking him good every night especially when it's exceptionally tiring because he deserves it!

Everything had been hectic today. Mark’s schedule started at the ungodly hour of two in the morning, barely giving him time to wake up properly before rushing off to get his makeup done. From there, he was whisked straight to the KBS building for Music Bank’s pre-recording, which concluded around 5 AM. Instead of taking a breather, they moved immediately into filming content for a YouTube feature. No sooner had that wrapped than Mark found himself in a whirlwind jacket photoshoot for his new album. As if his day wasn’t packed enough, he went straight into the recording studio to touch up vocals for one of his tracks, only to head back to Music Bank again for the live broadcast. When that was finally over, his schedule dragged him back to the SM building, where he practiced with the Dreamies for a grueling two hours. And just when you thought his day might wind down, he ended it with a long meeting finalizing the details of his solo album.

By the time the door finally clicked open at midnight, your heart ached at the sight of Mark Lee shuffling in, his steps heavy and sluggish. His usually bright eyes were now nearly shut with sheer exhaustion as he wordlessly made his way to the bathroom. You watched him, your worry growing with each step he took. You didn’t even get the chance to remind him it wasn’t good to shower so soon after coming in. The words died on your lips as you were too caught up in observing the way his shoulders sagged under the weight of his day. It wasn’t news to you that your boyfriend had one of the busiest and most grueling schedules imaginable for an idol. Still, no matter how much you told yourself to expect it, you never quite got used to seeing him in this state—completely drained of the energy that usually lit up his every move.

Minutes later, when Mark finally emerged from the bathroom, he looked even wearier, if that was possible. His damp hair clung to his forehead, and his clothes were sloppily thrown on, signaling just how little energy he had left for anything. He didn’t say a word as he trudged toward the bed, collapsing onto it without a second thought. It was hard to tell whether he hadn’t noticed you sitting nearby or if he was simply too tired to acknowledge your presence. Either way, you didn’t take it to heart.

Softly, you crawled into bed beside him, leaning over to place a gentle kiss on his forehead. The gesture was simple but filled with all the love and comfort you wished you could give to soothe the ache of his day. You felt a quiet satisfaction when the corners of his lips curved upward in a small, unconscious smile.

“Tired?” You whisper against Mark’s ear, pressing yet another kiss.

Mark leans in to your touch, almost purring like a kitten getting pampered by his mom. But the tranquil comfort gets interrupted when your free hand slowly snakes its way down to the front of his sweatpants, resting on top of it just enough for Mark to feel your warmth through the fabric.

“Baby,” He mumbles, shuffling closer. “I can’t today, ‘m sorry.. So tired.”

The sigh coming out of his lips falls to deaf ear as your palm begins moving lightly along his hardening length. Mark hisses, hand threatening to grip the hem of your shirt. He relaxes a little eventually at your soft caresses on his scalp. Still, you could tell he’s in his thoughts again— by the way he’s unmoving in your hold and perform no reactions to your palm’s movements even in the slightest.

Therefore, you pull away from him. The fingers previously on his hair now sits gently on his cheeks.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to do anything.”

With one last kiss on his lips, you slide downwards and meets the evident print of his cock. You trace it using your nose, grazing the pads of your lips if it catches, before tugging the bands to release his length. Using your spit as a makeshift lube, you watch how Mark’s body responds to your pumps of his cock, stimulating it all the while you move to lick along his balls. You nip lightly at his skin, just how he likes it. As expected, Mark exhales loudly, visibly more relaxed than earlier.

His whines pushes you to suck on one of his balls, fondling the other. Mark’s chest heaves up and down, your name slipping past his lips once or twice. The rim of your lips travels to his tip, sinking down to the base of his cock as you finally take him down your throat, providing Mark a pleasure he didn’t knew he needed at this moment.

“Fuck..” Mark sighs.

You bob your head, setting a steady pace that is not too much for you but is fast enough to bring Mark closer to euphoria. There’s no need of rushing things right now because none of this is about you. Tonight is all about Mark. Your ever hard-working boyfriend who shows nothing but competence, passion, and eagerness in everything he does. Your lovely boyfriend whose happiness is your happiness. It’s time to give back all the love he gave you in times you were in his position.

Mark’s arm covers his eyes as he pants, hips jerking involuntarily to thrust deeper in to your mouth. The tip of his cock hits the back of your throat, causing a choke from your end. It’s not a hinder to you as you recover immediately but Mark— God, Mark loves the feeling of you throat getting tighter as though it’s your pussy he’s fucking. He gasps, chasing the way it closes around him.

The more his high-pitched moans and desperate whines of your names escape his lips, the more your urge fuels inside you. You let your mouth moves on his length, letting him hit deeper and faster whereas your hand busies themselves traces the faint line of his abs and the other on his balls. You observe the way Mark’s face contorts at every movement from you until his fatigue finally melts as he releases down your throat, muttering sweet ‘thank you’s.

Licking the remaining drops of cum, you stretch a hand to the bedside and wipes down any saliva or cum left before returning the sweatpants back to where it is. After throwing the wet wipes to the trash can, you take a glance at Mark who’s already sound asleep before heading to brush your teeth and lays down beside him.

“You did so great today,” You peck his forehead, nose, and when your lips meet his, Mark wraps and arm around your waist— deepening the kiss before burying his face on your neck.

“Thank you, baby.” His hold gets a bit tighter. “Love you so much.”

[jaempanini]

Heighten your expectations ☆

lee donghyuck x fem reader

What? Mark has a sister?! Donghyuck wasn't exactly sure what exactly he expected when he was told that Marks' sister would be visiting. Maybe he expected a girl who's as nice and goofy as Mark, or maybe a girl who's shy, but what he didn't expect was Yn Lee, who's apparently a biomedical engineering major, a part-time model, and also a bitch.

aka hyuck is a loser, youre the epitome of perfect (except for your attitude), mark is a little confused on why hyuck doesnt like you, your friends think hyuck is lowkey obsessed, hyucks friends think he is definitely obsessed, and perhaps there's also a weird ass ex out on the loose

WARNINGS: swearing, kys kms jokes, implications of a past toxic relationship (warnings will also be written at the start of each chapter!)

NOTES: please dont bully me, this is my first ever smau 🙏 ill try to update regularly, but no promises! tbh idk how a taglist works but ill add whoever wants to be on it !!! thank you to whoever reads this

PLAYLIST: Obsessed, Mariah Carey – DOGTOOTH, Tyler, the Creator – Pricey, NCT 127 – Bored!, Ningning – Go Gina, SZA – Good Bad, Ella Mai – Please Please Please, Sabrina Carpenter – Shirt, SZA – boyfriend, Ariana Grande – I'll Kill You, Summer Walker – Impurities, Lesserafim – Cool With You, Newjeans

STARTED ON: 20/01/2025

STATUS: ONGOING

5 bad bitches

silly squad

000 What about girls night?!

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ch. 13: winter and y/n’s dorm📍

ch. 14:

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NOTES: hiiii just a little baby chapter so that we can transition into the 😏😏 yknow..? have u guys seen chain haechan btw?? had me on the floor no joke need that man in my sheets now

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250122 HAECHAN Update

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ˎˊ˗ oba-oba | Lee Haechan.ᐟ

ᯓ contém — relacionamento secreto, Haechan emo boy, linguagem vulgar, putaria, The Sims KKKKKK E eu acho que é só isso!! ˎˊ˗

notinha da Sunzinha — eu queria muito escrever isso, na minha cabeça tava bem melhor, mas espero que vocês gostem mesmo assim 😌.ᐟ

— Seu irmão mais novo? — você questionou para sua amiga, que nem esperou você chegar direito na casa dela para te fazer pedidos. Ela perguntou se você poderia ficar de olho no irmão, enquanto ela resolvia algumas pendências no centro da cidade. Ela negou com a cabeça, procurando a chave do carro, que você achou na mesinha de centro e entregou para ela.

— Claro que não. O Donghyuck, óbvio. Não confio em deixar ele sozinho. — Você assentiu com um sorriso, desejando muito que não estivesse transparecendo uma carinha travessa que dizia: “Cuido dele mais do que você imagina, amiga”, descendo o olhar discretamente para a própria sainha que vestia, curta demais para se usar fora de casa. Não fizera questão de colocar o shortinho padrão por baixo; se sentia baixa, mas queria deixar suas intenções explícitas com o irmãozinho da sua melhor amiga, tão difícil de conquistar.

Provavelmente te provocar era o segundo... melhor, o terceiro hobby que ele mais gostava de praticar. O primeiro poderia ser ouvido dali mesmo, da sala, a uma escada de distância do banheiro que ele tinha no quarto. Não podia negar que escutava a cantoria que provinha dali. O segundo eram os jogos no computador, e o terceiro era te provocar, dizer que você era “futilzinha” no seu ouvido, sussurrando bonitinho para você. Mas você adorava, inventando pretextos só para encontrá-lo de novo.

— Tá bom, eu faço o sacrifício, mas não demora, tá? — você pediu com um beicinho. Ninguém sabia que você e Hyuck estavam juntos. A emoção e o tesão de terem que se pegar no escondidinho, no escuro do armário dele, no chuveiro para omitir os gemidinhos manhosos, eram insubstituíveis. Você não fazia ideia de como sua melhor amiga reagiria, mas seria filha da puta o bastante para substituir a amizade por uma ficada, levando em consideração os encontros assíduos. O casinho tava criando proporção.

— Que que cê tá fazendo aqui? — ele questionou, quando você encostou a cabeça no batente da porta do quarto dele, observando-o sair do banheiro, infelizmente já vestido, com uma toalha pequena azul-marinho secando os cabelos molhados. Existia alguma coisa de muito atraente em um homem com cabelos molhados, e a coisa triplicava quando o homem em questão era Lee Donghyuck.

— Já fui recebida de formas melhores — você admitiu, estendendo a mão para ele. Donghyuck sorriu, pegou sua mão e beijou o dorso gentilmente, enquanto a toalha azul permanecia na sua cabeça, escondendo os cabelos bonitos. Ele subiu os beijinhos pelo seu braço, ombro, fez você tombar a cabeça para o lado para ele ter um alcance maior do seu pescoço e beijou ali também, chupando suavemente e aliviando a ardência lambendo o local.

— A gente tá sozinho.

— Ah, é? — ele questionou grave, num sussurro no seu ouvido, e você estremeceu, os joelhos fraquejando só com uns beijinhos no seu corpo e suas palavrinhas no seu ouvido. — Quer jogar um pouquinho?

— Hyuck, você sabe o que eu quero — você disse com um sorrisinho, se livrando da toalha azul dos cabelos dele e jogando-a na cama ao lado. Donghyuck sorriu também, daquele jeito que deixava bem claro que ele queria brincar com você. Não seria seu cachorrinho naquela tarde. Queria mesmo colocar uma coleirinha no seu lindo pescoço que tava dando sopa. Te queria com o acessório repleto de strass que completava o nome dele. Só aquilo e mais nada.

— Eu sei? Será? — Seu corpo sempre reagia diferente à voz relaxada, cínica, que ele escolhia usar. Você sentia o corpo ferver, mas não podia fazer nada quanto a isso, porque ele não queria que você fizesse. Ele cuidaria de você no momento certo, você sabia. Agora, Hyuck só queria te torturar um pouquinho.

Mas definitivamente não foi tortura quando ele te pôs no colo dele na cadeira gamer em frente ao computador enquanto executava o arquivo de The Sims 4. Você sorriu, estava verdadeiramente excitada, e ele queria que você jogasse The Sims bem no colo dele.

— Cê mexeu no meu jogo — você disse, percebendo que ele tinha adicionado mais um Sim à sua família, que continha uma versão sua e um gatinho fofo. Donghyuck sorriu, a mão máscula subindo devagar até o seu pescoço, virando um pouquinho sua cabeça para beijar o cantinho da sua boca.

— É, me adicionei no seu jogo e baixei aquele mod de putaria — você involuntariamente abriu as pernas quando ele tocou sua coxa, subindo com a mão e não demorando muito para te deixar descoberta. A outra mão afastou seu cabelo, e a boca gordinha beijou uma pintinha que você tinha no pescoço. Ele usou os dentes, deixou marquinha e sua respiração tornou-se descompassada. Você até tentava fazer o bonequinho no monitor do computador realizar alguma ação, mas simplesmente não conseguia prestar atenção.

— Agora posso te dedar de verdade e virtualmente. Que que cê acha?

— Cê é tão putinha, né? — ele sorriu perto do seu pescoço, te arrepiando por inteira e te tornando incapaz de retrucá-lo, porque talvez fosse isso mesmo que você era. Ele afastou ainda mais seus joelhos, e meio desesperada por um toque que fosse, você ajeitou a postura e se esfregou na coxa dele mesmo. Hyuck chiou baixinho.

— E se a minha irmã não gostar disso entre a gente? Vai continuar me dando, né? Abrindo essas pernas gostosas pra mim? Porque você não consegue se controlar.

Hyuck te massageou sobre o tecido molhado da calcinha, que marcava os lábios inchadinhos de tesão. Você quase não conseguia manter os olhos abertos, irrequieta, conduzindo a mão dele para dentro da peça íntima e suspirando quando a palma praticamente te engoliu.

— Como se você tivesse algum… — Ele circundou o clitóris com o dedão, buscou sua boca, sorrindo com o seu desespero. O melzinho escorria, molhando deliciosamente a palma dele, num carinho lento. Ele não tirou a mão direita debaixo da sua saia para alcançar o mouse; utilizou a mão esquerda mesmo, levando-o para o lado e colocando os Sims para fazer alguma putaria enquanto vocês faziam a de vocês. Você sorriu, incentivando-o a adentrar com os dedos, colocando sua mão por cima da calcinha.

— Você é um tarado.

Hyuck, seu emo boy que sabia exatamente como usar os dedos — não só no teclado gamer — sorriu, mordendo suavemente o lóbulo da sua orelha.

— Não consigo me controlar. Quero te comer em toda realidade.

Chorei.

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