#boyfriend!nct dream

[blbyena]

boyfriend!mark x reader , friend!jaemin , coffee date

Fluff - 2,293 words

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You're at a café with mark and jaemin, and the waiter has a crush on you...

It’s a rare free afternoon, and you, Mark, and Jaemin decide to grab coffee at a cozy little café. The place is warm and inviting, the scent of roasted beans and sweet pastries filling the air as you settle into your seats. Mark sits beside you, scrolling through the menu, while Jaemin is across from you, lazily stirring his iced americano.

A young waiter, probably around your age, comes over with a shy smile. “Hey, welcome! What can I get for you?”

You glance at Mark, who’s still busy looking at the menu, before turning back to the waiter. “I’ll have a caramel latte, please.”

He nods, then hesitates for a second before speaking again, his voice softer this time. “Good choice. But, um… I feel like someone as sweet as you would probably like it extra caramel-y, right?”

You blink, caught off guard by his tone, but before you can respond, Mark’s head snaps up so fast you think he might get whiplash.

“What?” Mark blurts out, staring at the waiter like he just heard the most unbelievable thing in the world.

Jaemin, snorts and looks between the two of them, already amused.

The waiter, clearly flustered but still trying, nervously chuckles. “Uh, just saying… I can make it extra sweet for you.”

You bite your lip, trying not to laugh at Mark’s face. His eyebrows are raised so high they might disappear into his hairline, and his jaw is slightly open, like he’s struggling to process what’s happening.

You can feel the energy shift immediately. Mark leans back in his chair, crossing his arms, and scoffs under his breath. “Wow.”

You thank the waiter politely, trying not to make it more awkward, but as he walks away, Mark turns to you, his voice dripping with disbelief.

“Are you—did he just—” He gestures toward the waiter, eyes wide. “Did he really just flirt with you right in front of me?”

Jaemin, always one to stir the pot, smirks. “He definitely did. That was bold.”

Mark shakes his head, looking personally offended. “No, because what was that? ‘Someone as sweet as you’? That’s actually insane.” he says, mimicking the younger boy.

You giggle, nudging him playfully. “Aww, are you jealous?”

Mark scoffs again, but the way he grips his cup a little tighter gives him away. “I’m not jealous,” he grumbles. “I’m just… shocked. Like, the audacity to flirt with my girlfriend while I’m literally sitting right here.”

Jaemin, absolutely loving this, leans in. “To be fair, you weren’t paying attention. He saw an opportunity.”

Mark shoots him a glare. “Not helping.”

You, feeling a little playful, decide to tease him further. “Well, maybe he just thought I looked cute today.”

Mark lets out a dry laugh. “Oh, I know you look cute today. But that’s not the point.” He leans in closer, his voice dropping as he stares at you. “You didn’t even shut him down.”

You grin. “What was I supposed to say? ‘Sorry, I only let my boyfriend call me sweet’?”

Mark pauses, eyes narrowing. “Yes?!?.”

Jaemin bursts into laughter, and you can’t help but giggle too. “You’re ridiculous,” you tease, reaching over to squeeze his hand.

Mark huffs, still sulking a little, but when the waiter returns with your drinks, you feel Mark subtly scoot closer, his knee knocking against yours. He doesn’t say anything, but the way he slides an arm over the back of your chair—casual yet very obvious—makes his message crystal clear.

When the waiter places your latte down, he gives you another shy glance. “Hope you like it,” he says softly.

Before you can even respond, Mark beats you to it. “Oh, she will,” he says smoothly, his voice just a little too firm.

The waiter blinks, glances between you two, then quickly nods before scurrying away.

Jaemin, nearly choking on his drink from laughter, claps Mark on the back. “You’re so dramatic.”

Mark ignores him, turning to you with a victorious smirk. “What? I was just making sure my girlfriend enjoys her drink.”

You roll your eyes, laughing as you take a sip. “Mmm, extra sweet. Just how I like it.”

Mark watches you for a second before leaning in, his voice lower now, teasing. “You do know I’m the only one allowed to make things sweet for you, right?”

Your heart flutters, but you play it cool, sipping your latte. “Mmhmm, of course.”

Mark leans even closer. “Good,” he murmurs,

eyes locked on yours. “Just making sure.”

You stand up from your seat, brushing crumbs off your lap as you head toward the counter to grab some napkins. Mark watches you go, still pouting slightly from the waiter’s earlier attempt at flirting with you. Jaemin just smirks, sipping his drink, clearly enjoying how riled up Mark is.

As you wait for the napkins, one of the café employees—a girl this time—approaches you with a sheepish smile.

“Hey, sorry if this is random, but… my coworker over there,” she subtly nods toward the waiter who had taken your order, “thinks you’re really cute. He was too shy to ask himself, so he wanted me to see if you’d be down to give him your number or socials.”

You blink, taken off guard, before letting out a small laugh. “Oh, that’s cute, but I actually have a boyfriend.” You glance back toward your table where Mark is still sulking, completely unaware of the conversation happening right now. “I’m really not interested."

The girl nods, smiling. “Ah, gotcha. No worries! I’ll let him know.”

You grab the napkins and make your way back to the table, still giggling at the absurdity of the situation. As soon as you sit down, Mark glances at you, still brooding.

“What’s so funny?” he asks, voice flat.

You slide the napkins onto the table and lean in, whispering just loud enough for him to hear. “You’re never gonna believe this, but one of the workers just came up to me and asked for my number.”

Mark’s face drops instantly.

Jaemin, who was mid-sip, actually coughs from laughing. “No way. Again?”

You nod, still grinning. “Apparently, the waiter from before was too shy to ask himself, so he got his coworker to do it for him.”

Mark just stares at you, like he can’t believe what he’s hearing. He leans back in his chair, running a hand down his face before crossing his arms again, looking even more sulky than before.

Jaemin cackles. “Bro, your girlfriend is a magnet today.”

Mark ignores him, his jaw clenched as he looks at you with an expression that’s half disbelief, half pure frustration. “So let me get this straight… Not only did that guy flirt with you right in front of me, but then he actually sent someone else to try and get your number?”

You bite your lip, stifling another laugh. “I mean… yeah, basically.”

Mark scoffs, shaking his head. “That’s insane. I—I don’t even know what to say right now.”

You reach for his hand, trying to soothe him. “Baby, relax. I told them I have a boyfriend, and I’m not interested. I shut it down immediately.”

Mark doesn’t look convinced. He lets you hold his hand, but he doesn’t squeeze back, still sulking hard. “Yeah, well, it’s not you I’m mad at,” he mutters, glaring toward the counter like the poor waiter just ruined his whole day. “It’s them.”

Jaemin, still thoroughly entertained, grins. “You should go up there and ask him for his number, just to even it out.”

Mark shoots him the most unimpressed look. “Not funny.”

You giggle, leaning closer to Mark, resting your chin on his shoulder. “Come on, don’t be mad. I only want you.”

Mark exhales through his nose, still not looking at you. “Mhm.”

You pout, leaning into him more, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. “Baby…”

He sighs, shifting in his seat, but still refuses to look at you. “Not talking to you.”

You grin at his childish response and decide to push your luck. You nuzzle against his shoulder, kissing the corner of his jaw this time. “You’re so cute when you’re jealous.”

Mark groans, turning his head away from you, but his ears are visibly red. “I hate you.”

Jaemin snickers. “Lies.”

You giggle, sliding your arms around Mark’s waist now, pressing yourself against him. “You don’t hate me. You love me.”

He exhales sharply but doesn’t pull away. “Whatever.”

Jaemin leans back in his chair, watching the two of you with pure amusement. “This is better than the coffee.”

Mark finally glances at you, his pout still in full force. “I swear if one more person flirts with you today, we’re leaving.”

You smirk, kissing his cheek one last time. “Okay, okay. But for the record, I love when you get all jealous and pouty like this.”

Mark groans again, but this time, when you squeeze his hand, he squeezes back.

As the afternoon winds down, you and the boys finish up your drinks, chatting lazily about random things. The café is quieter now, the warm glow of the setting sun spilling through the windows.

Just as you’re about to get up, the same waiter from earlier approaches with a small, shy smile. He quickly tidies up your table before glancing at you. “You can pay with me at the counter whenever you’re ready,” he says, his tone light but clearly directed at you.

You don’t respond, just nodding slightly while keeping your focus on your phone. Meanwhile, Mark—who has been tense this entire time—grabs your hand, intertwining your fingers, and pulls you up with him. You hold onto his bicep with your free hand, leaning slightly into him as you walk toward the counter together.

The waiter is still smiling at you as you approach, but you don’t return it, pretending to be distracted. Mark, however, doesn’t pretend anything. He tightens his grip on your hand, jaw clenched as he glares at the guy.

“I’ll pay for her,” Mark says flatly before you even have the chance to reach for your wallet. His tone leaves no room for argument.

The waiter hesitates for a second, then nods, punching in the total while Mark pulls out his card. You keep your eyes on your phone, but you can feel Mark’s lingering annoyance in the way he stands so close to you, his presence practically shielding you from the guy’s view.

As the transaction processes, Mark glances down at you, his tone shifting into something softer, more familiar. “You warm enough?” he asks, adjusting his stance so you’re even closer.

You glance up at him, smiling a little. “Yeah, I’m good.”

Mark hums, looking at you for a second before leaning down to press a soft kiss to your forehead. It’s casual, instinctive—like he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it.

That’s when the waiter finally puts it together. His eyes widen slightly, realization dawning on his face as he looks between you and Mark. “Oh…” His voice is quiet, awkward. “I—I didn’t realize you two were… together.”

Mark doesn’t even spare him a glance. “Yeah,” he says simply, sliding his card back into his wallet. “We are.”

The waiter swallows, clearly embarrassed now. “Uh—sorry about earlier, man. I didn’t mean to—”

Mark just exhales through his nose, finally looking at him with an unimpressed expression. “It’s fine,” he mutters, though his face says otherwise.

You, still holding onto Mark’s bicep, decide to break the tension before things get more awkward. “Have a nice day,” you say politely, giving a small nod before turning back to Mark. “Let’s go?”

Mark doesn’t hesitate, wrapping an arm protectively around your waist as he guides you toward the exit. Jaemin—who has been silently enjoying the whole thing—follows behind, barely holding back his laughter.

Once you’re outside, Mark lets out a dramatic sigh, shaking his head. “I swear this was supposed to be a chill coffee date.”

Jaemin finally cracks, laughing. “Chill? Dude, I haven’t seen you this worked up in months.”

You giggle, squeezing Mark’s hand. “At least he apologized?”

Mark huffs, clearly still a little annoyed. “Yeah, after watching me kiss you.” He pauses, then mutters, “Should’ve done it sooner.”

Jaemin whistles. “Next time, just kiss her as soon as we sit down. Establish dominance.”

Mark gives him a deadpan look, but you can’t help but laugh. “Noted,” you tease, leaning into Mark’s side.

Mark sighs, finally shaking off his sulky mood as he tugs you closer. “Whatever. As long as you know you’re mine.”

You smile up at him, squeezing his hand. “Always.”

[jenosbliss]

🍇🎀ᝢ grapes under the table?

pairing. fem!reader x bsf!jeno | genre. fluff, friends to lovers | wc. 1k | warnings. none

a/n:: happy new year! btw did anyone try the 12 grapes under the table thing?

“Why do you even want to try this?” Jeno asked, his tone caught somewhere between amusement and disbelief as he crouched under the small dorm table with you,  holding a bowl of grapes like it was the most absurd task he’d ever been asked to do.

You rolled your eyes, pushing the bowl of grapes into his hands. “It’s not like I’m throwing salt over my shoulder or reading tea leaves. It’s harmless. And who knows? Maybe it’ll work!”

“You don’t even believe in this stuff,” he shot back, holding up a grape and inspecting it like it was an artifact.

“I also don’t believe in horoscopes, but I still check mine every morning,” you countered, leaning back against the table leg. “But after twenty-something years of being single, desperate times call for desperate measures.”

Jeno’s chest tightened at your words. He’d heard this complaint a million times before—your usual dramatic groaning about how unfair the dating scene was, about how no one ever liked you. But tonight, sitting under the table with you, something about it hit differently.

He remembered the evening he’d seen you at that café with some guy from your class. He’d never thought of himself as the jealous type, but watching you lean in with that laugh—the one you reserved for people you really liked—had made his stomach churn. But when the date didn’t turn into anything more, he buried the realization deep. You were his best friend, and losing you wasn’t worth the risk.

And now? The thought of this little superstition actually working, of you finding someone who wasn’t him? That made him want to throw the grapes out the window.

“You stayed back for this?” Jeno asked, his voice dipping into that teasing tone he always used to cover up his feelings. “You never skip parties, and it’s New Year’s Eve.”

“You’ve been skipping a lot of them lately, too,” you pointed out, raising an eyebrow at him. His heart stuttered. Yeah, because of you. “I just didn’t feel like going this time,” he lied.

You studied him for a moment before sighing, your gaze dropping to the bowl of grapes in his lap. “I don’t get why everyone makes such a big deal about New Year’s,” you said as if stating the obvious, your tone softer now. “It’s just a change of date. Not like Christmas or Thanksgiving, where there’s something to celebrate.”

Jeno watched you as you spoke, your expression pensive, your voice tinged with that familiar mix of frustration and longing. He’d heard this all before—how you hated being the only one without a date, how everyone seemed to find someone except you. He used to laugh at your complaints, teasing you until you smiled again.

But now? The thought of someone else being that person for you, the one who turned your complaints into laughter and made your eyes light up—it terrified him.

“Fine,” he said eventually, picking up a grape. “Let’s eat these grapes and see if your superstition works. But if you get a boyfriend this year, I’m blaming the table.”

You laughed, handing him a grape. “Deal. Now, eat.”

The two of you began eating, one grape for each month of the year. With every bite, Jeno’s heart beat louder, his thoughts spiralling. What if it actually worked? What if this silly little tradition actually brought someone into your life? What if someone else swept you off your feet and he had to watch from the sidelines?

As you popped the last grape into your mouth, you grinned triumphantly. “Done! If this works, I’m buying grapes by the crate every year.”

Jeno hesitated, his grip tightening on the bowl. His chest felt heavy, like the words he’d been holding in were threatening to spill over. “What if I don’t want it to work?”

You blinked, confused. “What do you mean?”

He set the bowl aside, his gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that made your breath catch. “What if I don’t want you to find someone else? What if… I want to be your boyfriend?”

The words hung in the air, the weight of them pressing against your chest. “Jeno…” You stared at him, your lips parted in shock.

“I mean it,” he said, his voice quiet but firm. “I stayed back tonight because I didn’t want to be anywhere else. I don’t want to watch you love someone else. I want it to be me.”

Your heart raced as the truth in his voice sank in. The boy who’d always been your anchor, your constant, was now baring his heart to you. “You’ve always been my best friend,” you said softly. “I never thought you—”

“That’s the problem,” he interrupted, his tone urgent. “You never thought. But I did. I’ve been thinking about it since the day I saw you on that stupid café date, and it scared the hell out of me. I’ve loved you longer than I even realized, and I’m done pretending I don’t.”

You stared at him, the room suddenly too small, too warm, too charged with everything you hadn’t let yourself feel until this moment. “Jeno,” you whispered, your voice trembling. “Ask me again.”

His brows furrowed, confusion flickering across his face. “Ask me again,” you repeated, your voice steadier this time.He swallowed hard, his hand reaching for yours. “Can I be your boyfriend?”

A smile broke across your face as you nodded. “Yes. You can.” Relief flooded his expression, and before either of you could second-guess it, he leaned forward, his hand cradling your cheek as his lips met yours.

The kiss was soft, tentative at first, but quickly deepened as you melted into him. His touch was warm and steady, his thumb brushing against your skin as if to reassure you this was real.

When you finally pulled back, breathless and grinning, Jeno rested his forehead against yours. “Guess I owe the grapes an apology.” 

You laughed, the sound light and free. “You do.”

For the first time, New Year’s felt like more than just a change of date. It felt like the beginning of something real—something that had been waiting for the right moment all along.

As Jeno held you close under that tiny dorm table, you couldn’t help but think: this was the best start to a year yet. And just like that, New Year’s Eve didn’t feel so pointless anymore.

navigation.

masterlist. nct dream | nct 127 | wayv

[its-not-sof]

toying with me

mark (smut)

tags: vibrators, praise, mark is a soft dom, this is literally just pure filth

“…ah- Ah!”

Your boyfriend smirked as he held the buzzing toy gently against your swollen clit.

“That feel nice?” he murmured, gently rolling the tiny bullet in slow circles.

You could barely respond as more desperate whimpers and moans fell from your lips.

Mark had made the suggestion to add some new toys to the bedroom only a few days ago, and you were a more than willing participant in his experimental techniques. It began with a few bullets, a rose, and some rabbits, each silicone companion more thrilling than the last. Every fluttering, sucking, vibrating sensation had you melting at his touch. You weren’t sure how much more you could take. But, if the look in his eyes was any indication, you knew you were in for a long night.

“That’s my good girl,” Mark gazed down at you with lidded eyes, smiling and drinking you in.

“Mmm— Mark!” you cried, arching your back into his touch. Your clit was buzzing with warmth, each new angle sending jolts through to your thighs. Mark’s free hand held your hips in place, not allowing you to shy away from the pleasure.

“You like that, sweet girl? You’re dripping for me,” your boyfriend cooed, pressing open-mouthed kisses against your throat.

You nodded and shifted your hips, writhing in pleasure.

“Mark, please,” you mumbled, “please let me—ah!”

Suddenly, the fluttering sensations intensified as Mark’s nimble fingers covertly adjusted the setting, effectively knocking the air out of your lungs.

“What was that, baby? Use your words.”

You bit your lip as your fingers gripped desperately at your boyfriend’s strong shoulders.

“Mark, p-please let me come…” you whimpered, clinging to his arm to hold him in place while you rutted against the toy.

Mark laughed softly at your shameless display. God, he was so in love with you.

He held out for another few moments, gently teasing you and making you chase the pleasure like a moving target. He loved seeing you worked up and frustrated because of his actions. After a few more minutes of sweet torture, he gave in to your pleas.

“Okay, pretty girl. Come for me, sweetheart.”

Mark clicked up the intensity one final time, the new wave of deep vibrations finally pushing you over the edge.

Your breaths became heavy as you rode out your high against the small but mighty toy, twitching at the slight overstimulation of his fingers. Mark’s eyes were locked on your afterglow expression, flushed cheeks and heaving chest. You collapsed against your pillow, thoroughly spent and sensitive.

Mark smiled softly at you.

“You liked that, huh?” he asked, endeared, as he carefully placed a kiss to your forehead and traced his thumb across your cheek. You smiled.

“What do you think, Mark?” you giggled, immediately pulling him close.

Mark nuzzled into your neck and placed soft kisses along your jaw.

“Let me know when you’re ready for round two, baby girl. There’s more where that came from.”

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buy me a coffee! | masterlist | @its-not-sof-recs

[prodbymaui]

Labyrinthine. — 이민형.

taking up a good rush, don't try to fight it

PAIRING: mark lee x reader

GENRE: popular girl and the loner

WORD COUNT: 1k+ words

WARNINGS: public sex (kinda), pure filth, degration kink

SYNOPSIS: You don't crumble at any man's words, but Mark Lee— God, Mark Lee.

A/N: hi, hello, officially welcome back to me I guess? aside from these short fic/filths in my drafts, I want to announce that I'm finally releasing my series (fr this time I promise)! so if you're interested, you can send an ask to be added to the taglist <3 enjoy reading!

“Mark—!”

The said man’s hand quickly covers your mouth, shushing you. His moist presses against your ear, whispering reminders about how any sounds that you make could possibly blow your cover— but the brutal pace and unforgiving thrusts of his hips does nothing to help you do so.

Keeping you in place, the A3 bookshelf of the library shakes as Mark Lee drills his cock in and out of your soaking pussy. The clutch you have on his arm tightens before flying to the air. There’s a surge of panic arising between the two of you when a book falls down, courtesy of your restless hands, and creates a thudding noise that you’re sure is enough to catch the attention of anyone inside the room. But alas, it only lasts for a second or two.

“Fuck.. you just can’t keep it down, don’t you?” Mark rumbles on your skin.

He grips the back of your thighs, turning you both around. Your back then meets the cold wood that makes up the table. It isn’t long before you yourself suppress the moans threatening to come out of your mouth, eyes rolling to the back as a drool rolls down from the corner of your lips. As Mark engulfs your body, shielding you from possible prying eyes that watches the both you fucking like rabbits inside the university’s library.

“Look at me,” He calls your name in a grunt.

Mark watches your face twist with pleasure—eyebrows drawn tight, lips parted, eyelids fluttering as you struggle to keep your gaze locked on his through the haze clouding your senses. A wave of pride flares within him, feeding off the tension between your ragged breaths and his unrelenting hold.

“So– good.. Mark, fuck, you’re so big.”

“Yeah? You like that? Like how big my cock is? Look at you,” He tips your chin, trapping it between his forefinger and thumb. “Drooling all over that pretty face with those nonsensical ramblings. I thought you don’t fuck with loners like me, babe? What was that you said in front of your friends?”

His thrusts come to an abrupt stop, and a desperate whimper escapes your lips as you instinctively wrap your legs tighter around his hips, pulling him closer. The sudden pause drives a surge of frustration through you, your body betraying you with silent pleas for more, each movement a wordless protest against the unbearable tease.

“No no no..” You mumble.

Mark chuckles, steadying your shaking head using the fingers that holds you before placing a gentle kiss on your lips. The soft kiss turns into a messy one as Mark forcefully inserts his tongue in your mouth, exploring every surface— the taste of him clinging onto your tongue is a proof of your submission to him prior to being laid on the table, fucked out.

“Tell me, darling.”

Your hands scrambles at the thrust of his hips, the tip of his cock prodding your spot.

“What did you say earlier to your friends, huh? About me?”

Gasping for breath, your mind scrambles to process his question. You swallow hard, trying to recall the memory he’s referring to, but it’s futile. No matter how hard you search, everything is a blur—your thoughts muddled, leaving you unable to grasp anything coherent about what you said or did involving Mark before this moment.

Mark scoffs, his thumb slithers from your chin to the gap between your lips. As though a snake, it slides inside and lands your tongue. Wordlessly, you circle your tongue around the digit, licking it all wet before sucking it noisily, your eyes once again rolling to the back as your walls clenches around him.

The boys you’d been with always followed your lead, eager to please, prioritizing your satisfaction over their own. They were too intimidated by someone as desirable as you, treating it like a once-in-a-lifetime chance they couldn’t afford to ruin. You never allowed any of them to feel like they had the upper hand, even in the bedroom, moreover gave them the power to degrade you as a brainless cockslut.

But Mark Lee?

“Did I fucked you dumb? Or are popular girls like you already this dumb sans getting a taste of big cocks?”

God–

You’d let him degrade you anytime. The thought alone sends a thrill down your spine. You’d drop to your knees without a second thought, craving his approval, ready to do whatever it takes to satisfy him, no matter the time or place. The power he holds over you is intoxicating, and you'd willingly surrender to it, knowing that as long as he’s in control, you’ll get exactly what you need—no questions asked, no limits.

Who could have guessed that *four-eyed Mark*, the insufferable teacher’s pet and the quiet, bookish loner everyone overlooked, would be the one to make you crumble? The irony isn’t lost on you. The same guy you once barely noticed, always tucked away in the corner with his nose in a textbook, is now the one you can’t resist. His grip on you—both physical and mental—is undeniable, and the thought of how easily you’ve surrendered to him ignites something deep within. It’s almost laughable how the tables have turned, yet here you are, completely at his mercy.

As his words push you over the edge, your body trembles uncontrollably beneath him, each wave of pleasure making you quake in his arms. Mark tightens his grip around you, holding you steady as his pace gradually slows, savoring every second of your shared release. His head tilts back, eyes squeezed shut, as he lets the intensity of the moment wash over him, matching the rhythm of your climax with his own. The room feels charged, heavy with the lingering heat between you both. 

Finally, his movements still, and the two of you are left in the afterglow, breaths mingling as the world beyond seems to fade away. With a gentle sigh, Mark rests his forehead against yours, the quiet hum of satisfaction thick in the air. For a moment, neither of you speak—there’s no need. The unspoken connection hangs in the space between you, solid and undeniable, as everything else fades into the background.

[sarsabert]

his nose scrunch 🥹

[tddyhyck]

jeno is the type of boyfriend that…

keeps extra handwarmers in his pockets for when you get cold

shampoos, blow drys, and brushes your hair

asks to see your nails after you get them done

is a little speechless when he sees you after time apart

facetimes you and just sits with you while you both do your nighttime routine

loves that you are friends with his friends

listens to the little things

runs through the rain so he can pull the car around for you

buys all of the products you use and keeps them in his bathroom so you can stay the night at his place

rolls his eyes when you baby him and squish his cheeks but secretly loves it

wears the matching pajamas with you

loves when you gossip with him

kisses you over and over before you have to push him away because he will be late

likes when you surprise him

buys practical gifts like new plates or linens

wants you to do a fashion show for him anytime you get new clothing

pushes the shopping cart while you point at all the products

always manages to bring you up in any conversation

enjoys cooking dinner with you

sends random gifts in the mail because he thought you would like it

thought he didn’t like skinship until it was with you

does a sheet mask with you

reminds you to take your medicine

paints your nails

let’s you paint his nails

shows off if you ask to join him at the gym

gives the most comforting warm hug after a long day

will do silly things just so he can hear you laugh

holds your hand in his pocket

asks questions while you tell him the lore of your favorite characters

supports any hobby you have

kisses your head

leans his head in your neck when he’s pouting

likes when you do his hair and pick out his outfit

a/n wrote this in like 10 minutes 😵‍💫 should i do a nsfw version 👀

© tddyhyck

[phoxphenex]

Hiiii, can I request I dreamies text where u can't walk after a good night?? I luv ur text 💚💚

slight nsfw

nct dream when you can’t walk the next day

[divinecrimson]

SMUT with new husband Haechan!

Warnings: unprotected sex, mxf mentions of marriage, smut without plot. Pussy drunk, praise, talking through it. Dom Haechan!

Lmk if I forgot anything. This if my first time writing smut besides my mark lee fic so let me know if it’s okay!

MDNI!!

Haechan always loved being buried inside your cunt, but even more so now that it was your wedding night he completely lost all self control. Even on this island as he watch the way his cock slid into you, eyes going crossed, pussy clenching, he just couldn’t believe all of you was for him and only him. Your perfect pussy was just for him, beautiful mouth, pretty eyes, just everything.

“That’s it baby, let go for me mmh..?” He muttered, his pleasure mixing with his concern to not hurt you. He continued to ease into you slowly, making sure you were completely comfortable before even thinking about going any faster though he wanted to. Wanted to pound you. Fuck you so good you forget your name.

“Fuck your so biggg” you moaned, causing his ego to enflate bigger than it already was. His chin felt hot against yours. Bare body’s mingling together. So much love. “Faster please!” He smiled knowing he could fulfill that request for you. He caught a glimpse of your wedding ring against your breasts, shining so perfectly against your skin. You were an angel. He couldn’t dream of having someone else as his wife.

Haechan grabbed your left leg pressing it down into the mattress splitting you deliciously on his cock. He watched your expressions. If he wasn’t as strong as he was now he would’ve cum way long ago. You were so tight, wet and warm around him he couldn’t help but feel his cock leak.

Haechan knew your body. He knew where that spot was inside you. All fuzzy. Adjusting his hips to hit your cervix so perfectly. Mind jumbling as you gushed around his dick. A white ring on the base of his dick, pretty and wet.

“There you go baby.., right there.” He whispered, kissing your cheek.

His pleasure flared up, heating his back where your nails scratched and marked. “Awe is my girl enjoying herself?” He smirked leaning into your ear to press a kiss. You told yourself not to look down. Watching his cock slide in and out as he stretched you open did things to you. Forcing your orgasm to approach way faster than expected. “Fuck I’m cumming! Mmh I’m gonna cum–“ his chain swing back and forth above you.

Haechan watched as you let out a string of moans, your back arching off the bed. “That’s it sweetheart let it out f’me. Good girl mama..” feeling your cunt flutter around his dick sent jolts up his body.

“Babyyy” you gasped, eyes rolling back, body spasms everywhere. “Tell me what you need princess..” he smiled. The sight of you falling apart beneath him triggered his own strong orgasm. You watched as his mouth opened, catching his lips into his teeth as his hair fell into his eyes, hips stuttering, cumming a huge amount.

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[3:54pm]

Lee Jeno who always holds you close, whether you are walking together and he holds you by your waist or you are standing in the kitchen or talking with friends and he would come and hug you from behind and place his chin on your shoulder.

Lee Jeno who would buy matching shirts, rings, necklaces etc for the two of you and proudly show them off whenever somebody asks about them.

Lee Jeno who is so obsessed with how your body feels under his touch that he can't keep his hands on himself whenever you are around him. You two would be making out, and he would travel with his hands your whole body tryung ti discover all of it.

Lee Jeno who sends you little cute animals or a meme that he thinks you would relate to and says 'you'

Lee Jeno who knows you so well and you can't hide anything from him. Are you sad and you don't want to tell him because he is busy and you don't want to burden him? Good luck with that cause he knows when you are faking happiness and when you are genuinely smiling and he won't let it go if he senses you are not doing okay.

Lee Jeno who gets easily jealous when other people are hitting on you and is ready to fight anyone that comes close to you, but is the biggeat sweetheart with you, always sweet and gentle.

Lee Jeno who when you first meet him he is scared that you will take him for a mean person but as you get to know him you unravel his amazing personality.

Lee Jeno who looks at you in shock when you laugh at his jokes so hard, since he is not used to people laughing at the jokes he makes.

Lee Jeno who was so nervous to introduce you to his family and his members and stayed up thinking of all the possible outcomes of the meetings.

Lee Jeno who sends you fit checks and expects your fit checks back. When you do send him what you are wearing he would probably melt at how beautiful you are or want to come to you and undress you immediately.

[blbyena]

boyfriend!Haechan x reader

Fluff - 1,398 words

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your boyfriend haechan loves teasing you...especially about holding his hand

The cozy cafe smelled of fresh pastries and roasted coffee beans, a perfect spot for a quiet date. You followed Haechan to a booth near the window, the warm sunlight spilling onto the table. Without hesitation, he slid into one side of the booth, casually leaning back with that trademark smug grin on his face.

You moved to sit next to him, but before you could settle in, he stopped you with a teasing tone and raised eyebrow, “Don’t people usually sit across from each other? Why are you trying to sit next to me?”

You rolled your eyes but stayed put. “I just like sitting next to you, okay?” you said, slightly defensive but flustered

Haechan’s grin widened as he leaned closer. “Aww, my baby just can’t get enough of me, huh?” he teased, his tone dripping with playful smugness.

Your cheeks flushed, and with a huff, you slid out and moved to the seat across from him. “Fine! I’ll sit here, happy now?” you said, crossing your arms in mock annoyance.

Haechan’s laughter echoed in the booth, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Oh, don’t sulk, baby. I was just kidding,” he said, his voice teasing but affectionate.

You shot him a glare, though your lips twitched upward despite yourself. “You’re so annoying.”

“And yet,” he said, leaning forward with a smirk, “you love me anyway.”

The date continued with Haechan’s usual playful antics. As he talked about something funny that had happened during practice, you found yourself getting lost in his eyes. The way they sparkled when he laughed, the way his lips curved into a mischievous smile—it was impossible not to be completely captivated.

“Are you even listening to me?” he asked, breaking your trance.

You blinked, realizing you’d been staring. “Uh… yeah?”

He tilted his head, clearly unconvinced. “Were you, though? Or were you just admiring how good I look today?”

You groaned, covering your face with your hands. “Can you stop?!”

He chuckled, clearly enjoying how flustered you were. “It’s okay, babe. You can admit it. I do look pretty amazing today.”

When the date was over, Haechan stood up to pay at the counter. You held his arm, following him before he could protest. “What are you doing?” he asked, amused.

“Walking with you. Can’t I?” you said, sticking close to his side.

He smiled, clearly enjoying your clinginess. As you reached the counter, you suddenly said, “I need to go to the bathroom real quick. I’ll be back in a second.”

But before you could walk away, Haechan grabbed your wrist and gently tugged you back. You turned, surprised, just in time for him to lean in and press a quick, soft peck to your lips.

“Okay, now you can go,” he said with a cheeky grin, letting you go as if nothing had happened.

Your heart raced as you walked away, trying to hide the smile threatening to take over your face. Of course, Haechan couldn’t resist teasing you, even with something as sweet as a goodbye kiss.

When you came back from the bathroom, Haechan was leaning casually against the counter, his hands in his pockets and his gaze fixed on you. As soon as you approached, he gave you one of his signature grins.

“You look so pretty today.” he said, his tone suddenly softer, his eyes sweeping over you.

Caught off guard, your steps faltered for a moment. “What? Where’s this coming from?” you asked, feeling heat rise to your cheeks.

He shrugged nonchalantly, but his grin widened. “I just thought I’d let you know. Gotta keep my girlfriend feeling special, right?”

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t hide your shy smile as he guided you out of the café. The sun was warm against your skin as the two of you started walking down the quiet street, chatting about nothing in particular.

As you were mid-sentence, Haechan suddenly held out his hand, palm up, without saying a word. You glanced at it briefly but decided not to acknowledge it, assuming it was just one of his random quirks.

He didn’t say anything either, so you kept talking, though the silent gesture started to bother you. It was distracting. Finally, after a few minutes, you gave in, your curiosity getting the better of you.

“What are you doing?” you asked, frowning slightly as you stopped walking.

Haechan stopped too, turning to you with a teasing glint in his eyes. “What do you mean?”

“Your hand,” you said, motioning toward it. “Why are you holding it out like that?”

His lips curled into a smirk, and you could tell he was about to say something that would make you regret asking. “I knew you’d want to hold my hand,” he said smugly, “so I decided to take the first step. You’re welcome.”

Your mouth opened slightly in disbelief, and your face instantly heated up. “What?! No, I didn’t! Stop telling nonsense!”

But your flustered expression only encouraged him. “Oh? Then why are you blushing, baby?” he teased, leaning closer as you tried to avoid his gaze.

“I’m not blushing!” you protested weakly, turning your face away.

“Sure you’re not,” he said, his tone dripping with amusement. “But if you’re so sure you don’t want to hold my hand, I guess I’ll just put it away…” He started to lower his hand, watching you out of the corner of his eye.

“No, wait!” you said quickly, before realizing how you’d just exposed yourself.

Haechan froze, his grin turning triumphant. “Ah, so you do want to hold my hand,” he said, his voice practically dripping with smug satisfaction.

You sighed, covering your face for a moment before shyly reaching out and slipping your hand into his. “You’re insufferable,” you muttered, refusing to meet his gaze as your fingers intertwined with his.

“But you love me,” he said brightly, giving your hand a gentle squeeze.

You glanced at him, finally letting yourself smile. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever.” You said rolling your eyes.

Haechan laughed, his thumb lightly brushing against the back of your hand. “It's okay baby I like holding your hand too.”

As you continued walking hand-in-hand, the teasing faded into a comfortable silence, the moment punctuated only by the sound of your footsteps and the occasional chuckle from Haechan. You couldn’t help but think that, as annoying as he could be, there was no one else you’d rather share moments like this with.

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This was requested by @cherryjuly2001 so I hope it's up to your liking!!

[diaphamin]

number neighbor — lee donghyuck 𝜗𝜚

in which haechan follows the trend of texting your number neighbor determined to make them his friend

part eleven

diaphamin: SHORT AND TO THE POINT JUST HOW I LIKE IT

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fluff; bestfriend!haechan x reader, words: 565.

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“every time i’m here, i get jealous of your blanket. seriously what material is this? its crazy how its so soft. i’ve never had bed sheets this soft”, your best friend, haechan, said, truly sounding amazed. you looked over and saw that he completely buried himself in your blanket, only his head sticking out.

it made you laugh lightly, but you didn’t answer. you focused on your homework while haechan just enjoyed doing nothing and lying around. the room was filled with the smell of tea. your cup freshly refilled and hot, while haechan‘s cup was only half full and already cold, standing on your night stand.

“and im jealous of you because you can lay there stress-free”, you replied, but facing him with your back since you’re sitting at your desk. he watched you doing your assignment for a minute or two, not wanting to interrupt you because he knew you get the most amount of stuff done when you’re in a ‘flow’ like now.

you apologized to your best friend for having to work first and put on headphones and finished your work in about thirty minutes. when you turned around on your desk chair, you see haechan has dozed off. a soft smile spread on your lips and you decided to let him nap for a while. you packed your bag for the next day, then grabbed your phone and made yourself comfortable on the space that was left of your bed, being careful not to wake him up.

another twenty minutes passed before haechan woke up, stretching and yawning. “rise and shine!” you greeted him. he laughed quietly, “shut up”.

“i’d really like to have my bed back”, you said. “too bad it’s mine now”, hyuck sticked out his tongue at you. you shrugged, “not like we haven’t shared a bed before”, and lifted up the blanket to get under it too. “hey, move!”, you told haechan, who just stared at you at first but then did move. you snuggled into your sheets, which were indeed very cozy - haechan did not exaggerate this time - and didn’t even notice how your best friend tensed up next to you.

“sorry”, you mumbled, “you probably expected a more exciting hang out than this.”

“no”, haechan said, “i knew what i signed up for when i texted this morning.”

you had to laugh, “why would you want to hang out here when i would be busy studying? are my sheets really that great?” haechan smiled “well yeah they are great. but-“, he paused, “i just wanted to spend time with you”. your heart melted at the way he looked at you. the moment suddenly felt very intimate.

your body acted before you could think and you snuggled into haechans side. he wrapped his arms around you and rested his head on top of yours.

the room fell quiet for a while and you just enjoyed the moment, butterflys dancing around in your stomach.

“you know”, you hesitantly said, “i just wanted to spend time with you, too.” haechan kissed the crown of your head then. immediately, your cheeks turned red but you turned around to look him in the eyes nonetheless. you grinned, “i would always choose your company over anything even if it means that i study while you sleep”.

haechan kissed you.

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a laugh for a coffee

# author's note ... not proofread, sorry!!!! also this is based on a tiktok i saw lmao

# setting ... non-idol!haechan, barista!yn, grumpy x sunshine

# warnings ... yns kinda a bitch lmaooo but tbh a mood, i relate ;; swearing

you knew it was an awful idea. every normal person would know. especially a person that values money.

but mark, apparently, is none of those.

standing behind the counter, arms crossed on your chest, you let out a deep sigh. your overly optimistic co-worker just shook his head.

“come on, dude! some smile won’t hurt anyone!” mark whined and looked at you like a kicked puppy.

“you sound like a typical karen right now” you grunted and noticed the first customer glancing at the flier taped to the window. their eyes widened and they rushed inside.

“see! told you it was a brill–”

“hello, how can i help you today?” you cut him off, monotonically greeting the person.

“i saw the flier, so here’s my attempt: knock knock”

you just shot a side eye to mark, who grinned.

the flier that he hung up this morning (supposedly with consent of your boss, but that you’d argue) said ‘make our barista laugh and get a free coffee! :)’

so that’s why, right now, you’re obliged to answer:

“who’s there?”

“interrupting cow” they puffed their chest out. you already felt it in your bones that it’s just a bad joke.

“interrupting c–” you tried to bounce the line back, as the joke usually goes but…

“MOO!” they mooed.

they mooed.

mark started laughing and they send him finger guns. you remained unbothered, tapping your fingers against the counter. the customer scoffed and pulled out their wallet.

“you’re a tough one, huh? i’ll just get an espresso then” they smiled and you nodded, taking the order.

“come on, dude. that was good!” mark shook his head and you went to the coffee machine, ignoring him.

you were known to be the grumpy person, quite everywhere. whether it was your class, friend group, work environment or family. but that was your attitude, and it wasn’t even all the time. you just saved your words, not caring about bullshit. besides, it was mostly towards strangers. when you opened up to mark, he later revealed that he thought something possessed you. but not everyone has to be nice to strangers and fake laugh at their terrible jokes.

mark seemed not to understand that, though, and made it his goal for today to witness that happening.

you knew he won’t succeed. it would take a really good joke or a child falling to make you smile… not to mention laughing. especially at work, when you just want to get your shit done and money earned. if you wanted to have a job that’s just for shits and giggles, you’d work in entertainment.

“oh no, not me. her. yah, y/n, come here! there’s another joke for you!”

sighing deeply, you turned on your heel.

this is going to be a horrendous day.

you were expecting the end of your shift like a small kid expects christmas. minutes were running painfully slow, hours - even slower. it felt like an extremely boring class, when you close your eyes for ten minutes but it turns out it wasn’t even a full minute.

that’s how you felt; dreadful jokes one after another. at some point you just decided to zone out, planning your tomorrow day off. your mind just fished out the orders and isolated the awful puns.

“yo, dude! hi!” mark’s voice boomed in your ear sickeningly loudly (well, maybe because he was standing right next to you).

focused on making a cappuccino (who even orders those at 7pm?), the smell of freshly grounded coffee making you wonder if you should go cafe hopping tomorrow. carefully angling the pearl white cup, you poured the milk foam from above. when the cup was ⅔ full, you lowered the pitcher with milk as close as possible and reflexively wiggled the vessel gently to create a flowery pattern. then at the end, you flattened the cup and finished the milky masterpiece with a swift move.

“it’s amazing how she does that with no emotions on her face whatsoever”

“because i’m at work, you fuck–” you wanted to growl but your eyes shot up, meeting with a new customer “oops”

the guy giggled and shook his head.

you placed the beverage on the tray, next to a warm croissant with chocolate and mark grabbed it. leaving the space to deliver the order, you stepped to the cash desk again.

“can i take your order?” your voice was cold.

maybe it wasn’t the best approach for work but you couldn’t help it. especially today.

glancing at the customer, you realized it’s one of (many) mark’s friends. his brown hair was fluffy and loosely falling on his forehead, cutely matching with the beige hoodie he had on–

stop.

“what’s up with the flier thing? even mark texted me…” he started but was cut off by the canadian himself.

“haechan, finally! how are you?” his voice was a bit panicked, rushingly coming up to you.

haechan, that’s the name. or nickname? you’re pretty sure you heard mark call him donghyuck before. maybe it’s an inside joke?

“good, actually. i wanted to grab some coffee because i’ll probably pull an all nighter today” he explained and his curious doppio colored eyes scanned you. with the corner of his lips turning upwards, he thought of something “actually, you know… i’m a student and…”

your body language spoke louder than words because he pivoted and said something else.

“whatever. but truth be told, i looked up tips on how to make a girl smile. some were really creepy, dude. ‘tickle her’ or ‘make a silly dance’? like, what kind of loser came up with those? even worse, what kind of loser would do those?” he smiled to himself. that was true - he went through quora and other wikihows. if his plan - which was mostly just yapping - didn’t work out, he planned to do a silly dance. ‘chicken dance’ was what one of the sites proposed.

“i think you forgot to mention the kind of losers who even look up such tips in the first place” you huffed and mark’s eyes widened. that’s the first reaction someone managed to pull out from you throughout today. haechan saw his friend’s face and took it as a sign. “speaking of tips, you better hurry up if you want to have a coffee. there’s other customers in the line. by the way, mark why are you still here?”

“i, uh! sorry!” your coworker yelped and rushed to the other cash desk to serve other customers.

“so?” you cocked an eyebrow and crossed your arms.

“i bet you heard an awful lot of bad jokes, huh?” he asked, poking the inside of his cheek. mark was listening, somehow managing to also listen to the last customers’ orders.

“yup”

“shit, that was my plan a” haechan sighed dramatically and looked you in the eye “please don’t make me do the dance…”

the pathetic whine wanted to make you laugh itself. but you saw the pure unwillingness to do the dance… and you would never say no to humiliating a man.

and haechan seemed to notice that too. well, he also heard stories about you from mark.

“do the dance, haechan” you nodded, fighting a smile.

he let out a sigh, eyes locking with yours. there was a glint of amusement dancing in his americano-colored irises.

slowly shifting away, he started to awkwardly do the chicken dance. eyeing mark and you, pure agony on his face. it was just like a torture for both of you, really. but you noticed he was different than others and you finally cracked it out: he didn’t want to get a free coffee. he just wanted to make you laugh.

which he did.

with a loud snort, you shook your head.

“okay, you can stop. my eyes are gonna fall out…” you laughed at, well, the mix of events. him doing the dance, the desperation in his eyes and just the overall craziness of this day.

“no way dude, no way” mark laughed maniacally, the other customers’ looks judging the three of you.

haechan nonchalantly fixed his hair, as if nothing happened. then, he leaned against the counter.

“y’know what?” you asked, poking the inside of your cheek while smiling. “sit your ass down, i’ll bring you a coffee and something else. americano, i assume?”

haechan nodded and when you turned around to prepare his beverage, mark exchanged a shocked look with his friend.

you prepared a large iced americano and a cinnamon roll. on top of that, you wrote down your number on a napkin. maybe you’ll regret it, maybe not.

upon delivering it to him, the clock striked 9pm and mark told you to go, and as an apology for putting you through the torture today he said he’ll close up.

so when haechan discovered the phone number (of a girl he’s been crushing on for a month) on a napkin, you were already gone.

“told you that a funny guy–” mark started, leaning on a broom.

“shut up, man” haechan grinned, already saving your phone number.

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