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[scarletwinterxx]

hyuck hugs and cuddles - haechan oneshot

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"Love, I thought you were resting"

You let out a sigh as you rinse the bowls and plates in the sink, feeling a presence beside you

"I thought you were resting, you said you weren't feeling okay"

"I thought I asked you to wash the dishes this morning" you mumbled, annoyed.

It's not totally his fault. You're on your period and everything is annoying to you at the moment. You really do feel bad right now, your cramps are at a level 8 on the pain scale and you woke up with the worst headache. Hence why you asked Haechan to do the dishes.

In his defense he was going to do it. But then he got distracted by other things. It's his fault you found the dirty dishes first before he did, he knows you hate telling him to do things twice. It's a flaw he's trying to work out.

"I'm sorry, baby. I was going to do it"

"You weren't, you didn't. I'm doing it now, can you just go?"

You didn't even notice you were crying until he wipes a few tears away. He takes the gloves off of your hands, he also knows your hands get an allergic reaction if you don't wear gloves which is why he's the one who does the dishes most of the time.

He wipes your hands with a towel, taking the apron off of you before pulling you in for a hug. You don't say anything, you just let him hug you then you walk upstairs to your bedroom.

Haechan let you have some time, finishing the remaining dishes before he follows you. There he finds you on the bed, tears in your eyes streaming down your cheeks.

Silently crying your frustrations and a bit of pain away.

You feel the bed dip before a pair of arms hug you.

"Shhh, it's okay" he mumbles, you turn around so you could bury your face on his chest. He feels you shake against him, crying.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to snap at you" you say in between cries while your boyfriend pats your back gently, trying his best to provide comfort for you

"Hey, no need for a sorry. I'm at fault here, I'll do the dishes okay don't worry about that. I'm sorry I didn't do it earlier, I went to the store to get you chocolates and your favorite bread that's why I was out"

"You got me bread?" you asked, resting your cheeks on his chest. Haechan smiles down at you, kissing your head a few times while his hand rests on your hand.

"Yep. Your favorite ones, if you want I'll cook you ramen too. I know you love that" he tells you. If he could he would take the pain instead. But you and him both know you can handle it better, you'd probably laugh at him if he ever agrees on trying that cramps simulator thing which he strongly said no to because he hates those things so much.

So when it's that time of the month for you, he tries to be the best boyfriend ever and get you everything you need. He hate seeing you in pain which sometimes can get real bad for you, but there's only so much he could do. He makes sure you have your heating pad, your favorite snacks, some medicine if you need it.

He loves taking care of you, he loves seeing the smile on your face when he brings you your favorite things.

"You're not mad?" you mumble, lips frowning.

He chuckles, leaning down you peck you on the lips a few times. You can feel his smile while he does this making you feel a lot better.

"Never, how can I ever be mad at you? How about I make us snacks while you pick a movie for us to watch? Or we can just cuddle, put on your favorite playlist. Whatever you want to do"

"Don't care what we do, just want to cuddle now" you mumble, Haechan all but combusted right then and there. Finding you the most adorable right now. He hugs you tightly, cuddling you close

"Sounds like a plan, Hyuck hugs coming now"

[najaemism]

we never go out of style! [03]

PAIRING. haechan x fem!oc

WARNINGS. language

SYNOPSIS. what happens when one of the famous professional volleyball players of the country publicly shoots his shot at a global popstar? well, she shows up to his game with his mother, of course! [or alternatively: the whole world watches as a popstar and an athlete fall in love.]

03: QUIETLY HANGING OUT | prev / masterlist / next

NOTE. tweets are read from the bottom! it’s so fun to make the fans’ reactions pls … more lumihae next part :p (also did u spot who her ex is … 🫣)

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[hcaeh]

coral reefs ⊹ ࣪ ˖ 🪸 | l.dh

𓇼 PAIRING . lee donghyuck / haechan x fem!read

࿐ GENRE . smau (social media au), fluff, suggestive, tiny pinches of angst here and there, friends to lovers, beach boy!donghyuck, loser!donghyuck, clueless!reader, shy girl!reader

𓇢�� WARNINGS . swearing (lots of it.), sexual jokes, death (kys/kms) jokes, alcohol consumption, some touchy topics, adding more as i continue the story!

𓅮 SUMMARY . it’s summer!!! and it’s your last summer in college, next year you’re out! you wanna celebrate this time with all of your friends, you hope to meet up with lots of new people, and maybe even get a lover ? 🫣.

— STATUS . discontinued:( 🐻

๋࣭ ⭑ FEATURING . all of nct dream , wonbin & eunseok of riize , yeji of itzy , ningning of aespa

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i . ITS SUMMER

ii . i’m sorry.

iii . give him her 😭😭

[ghost-beee]

honestly, i was rewatching b99 and when i saw that scene i was like hm what if i write something like that

and then a few months later, i actually decided to write it out bc it had been haunting a corner of my mind for too long

title: What A Man (What A Mighty Good Man) pairing: idol!S.Coups x gn!reader genre: fluff, comedic, suggestive warnings: BSS drunk karaoke, second-hand embarrassment, pet names (pretty, babe, baby, etc.), alcohol mentions, mentions of explicit material, implied that reader is smaller than cheol (cheol can carry reader over his shoulder), reader has a bit of a lumberjack fantasy about cheol synopsis: Everyone knows you're down bad for Seungcheol, it's just extra obvious when you're drunk. wordcount: 2k taglist: @enhacolor, @shuabby1994, @junhui-recs, @dkakapizzaboy, @just-here-to-read-01, @loviehan, @userjunhuii, @novalpha, @bubblymoon, @aaniag, @d0nghyuck, @fantasy2wonderland, @seunghancore, @woozixo, @niktwazny303, @lllucere, @uniq-tastic, @wonwoospartyhat, @stariightjoyy, @hyneyedfiz, @cali-snow, @pearlygraysky, @crazywittysassy, @yeosayang

rating: 18+

a/n: idk why i wrote this, i was just listening to the song and then i got the idea- procrastinating on work is my biggest source of motivation for writing

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Seungcheol knew that tonight would end in chaos as soon as he saw the karaoke machine. Whoever thought it was a good idea to put in a karaoke machine in the living room area of the vacation home, was immensely wrong. He knew that at least a couple people in the group were going to start using it after a few drinks tonight, and luckily managed to get one of the bedrooms in the smaller cabins nearby instead of one in the main building. However, he didn't expect that one of the people who would hop on the karaoke machine would be you.

It was already getting late when Soonyoung, Seungkwan, and Seokmin had "discovered" the karaoke machine. One of the members, or maybe even one of their partners, had attempted to hide it under a blanket - to no avail, seeing as the three of them were able to sniff it out.

It all started with a solo from Seungkwan, which Soonyoung joined in on. Soon enough, the entirety of BSS was singing together once Seokmin had joined them. Once the song finished, everyone expected them to start singing again soon enough - but they didn't expect to hear your voice echo from the speakers.

Seungcheol sat in the corner of the room, talking to Joshua about how nice it was going to be to spend some quiet time alone with you, when he heard "Whatta Man" by Salt-N-Pepa and En Vogue start playing over the systems. At first, he thought nothing of it - maybe he was a little surprised that Soonyoung knew all of the words to the first verse, but there was nothing in particular that got his attention from his conversation. That was, until you started on the second verse.

"My man is smooth like Barry and his voice got bass. A body like Arnold with a Denzel face-"

Your voice was giggly, but you surprisingly managed to sing all of the words quite clearly . Joshua snorted as he looked up to the mini-stage that Soonyoung, Seokmin, and Seungkwan had made out of a few tables. Seungcheol didn't dare look up at first, but it was impossible to ignore your loud voice over the speakers. As soon as he lifted his gaze to meet yours, your face lit up. From your face, Seungcheol could tell that you were drunk - he could tell that you were very drunk from the way you danced as if no one was watching... despite everyone definitely watching.

"Yeah, the ritual, highway to Heaven. From 7 to 7, he's got me open like 7-11," you shouted into the microphone while pointing to him.

Soonyoung was on the floor, dying from laughter, Seokmin was staring at the lyrics on the screen, and Seungkwan was singing back-up vocals while you kept going. Eventually, Seungcheol excused himself from his conversation with Joshua to walk to the front of the room. While he only thought this was cute, he knew that you would be embarrassed as all hell in the morning. It was time to put this to a stop. Seungkwan had since taken over, while you were holding your arms over your head and moving your hips in circles - completely unaware of the eyes on you, despite the many whoop's and wolf whistles. When you saw him approach, you stopped what you were doing and bounced over to him.

"Seungcheollie~," you slurred directly into the microphone. "You're a mighty-mighty good man!"

"Uh-huh." Seungcheol looked up at you, holding his hands out to catch you in case you fell off the table you were standing on. "I think you're ready for bed, pretty."

"Noooo," you whined as your boyfriend managed to take the microphone from you. "The song isn't done yet..."

Seungkwan and Soonyoung were still singing, while Seokmin was still looking at the lyrics and shouting out words at random, and not paying attention to you anymore. With a sigh, Seungcheol put the mic down on the ground - though he couldn't hide his big smile as he looked back up to see that you had started dancing again. He managed to take ahold of you, grabbing your legs and putting your body over his shoulder.

"Cheollie, nooo..."

Seungcheol excused himself to the room of people, and didn't wait for their response before going away to the bedroom the two of you had picked out. To get you more comfortable before he carried out in the chilly night, he maneuvered you to sit with your legs wrapped around his waist. Your face naturally found its way to the crook of his neck, and he heard you let out a delighted sigh as he hugged you a little tighter. He managed to put on his slippers without looking - or at least he thought it was his slippers - and decided to leave your shoes there to be picked up in the morning.

"Comfy?" he asked.

You hummed in response, and Seungcheol opened the door to step outside. The walk to the cabin wasn't far but it was getting pretty cold outside, and you shivered in his arms.

"We'll get you in bed soon, baby," he cooed at you.

"Seungcheol," you said in a very serious tone - you definitely hadn't heard what he had just said.

"Yeah?"

"Why aren't you a lumberjack man?" You lifted your upper body up to look at him.

"Why am I not a what now?" Seungcheol laughed, doing his best to give you his attention while still keeping you off the ground. "A lumberjack man?"

"You're so strong- you can definitely carry wood for a living." You gripped onto his biceps. "And you'd have, like, a husky or something... not that Kkuma isn't cute, she should come with us too... and we'd live in the woods- I think it'd be very hot of you."

"Are you fantasizing about me as a lumberjack man?" He opened the door to the cabin and stepped inside. "I thought I already was a mighty good man."

"Oh, you are." As he set you down on the bed, you refused to let him go - your arms wrapped around his neck to keep him close to you. "I just wanna watch you chop wood."

Despite you smelling of alcohol, Seungcheol pressed a kiss to your lips. His heart melted as he saw your big smile when he pulled away. As if his kiss was the password for you to unlock your arms, you let him go. Your eyes stayed on Seungcheol as he walked around the room, preparing for the night. He went into the bathroom to grab the painkillers you had brought and when he came back out, you were still looking at him. Your legs were crossed, leaning back on your arms, and your head was cocked to the side. As if he wasn't looking right at you, you looked him up and down - very obviously undressing him with your eyes.

"Babe," he said, interrupting your staring. "Get your pajamas."

"You're not going to undress me?" You pouted.

You were that kind of drunk. Seungcheol sighed and walked over to your bag, taking out your pajama pants and a t-shirt. While he was usually always intrigued whenever you tried to initiate something, tonight was not the case. You were almost too drunk to stand up straight, so no amount of complimenting his strong arms or fluttering your eyes at him was going to make Seungcheol give in. Still, he agreed to help undress you - and did so quickly, while you giggled as you tried to interrupt him.

Your hands never left his skin as he guided you around the room to get you ready for bed. After successfully getting you to brush your teeth, it was time for your skincare. He sat you down on the counter in the bathroom to help you, all the while you were feeling up his arms and shoulders. It was a little distracting, but Seungcheol put all of his energy to get your face clean. His hands were gentle as they traced the features of your face, and you closed your eyes in pure bliss.

"Maybe you shouldn't be a lumberjack man," you muttered.

"No? Why not?"

"Your hands are so gentle," you whispered, as if it was a secret.

You let go of his arms to start touching his hands instead. Seungcheol tried his best to keep your hands away from his own, but you were relentless. With your hands on top of his, you pressed them against your cheeks. They almost covered your entire face, but you didn't seem to mind.

"Soft hands," you muttered. "Wow, you're warm."

"Baby, just let me do the last step..." He sighed and removed his hands from you to pick up your face lotion. "You're a menace when you're drunk."

"Can you cuddle me when we go to bed?" you asked sweetly, ignoring what he had just said again. "I want to steal your warmth."

"Sure, babe." He looked up at you with a soft smile. "Now, close your eyes again."

Once you were tucked under the covers, he got you a glass of water. When you saw him, standing in front of you with a glass of water and looking tired, your eyes started tearing up. Seungcheol was quick to crouch down, putting the water on the bedside table, and reaching out to cup your face in his hands.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" he cooed.

"You really are a good man," you mumbled with a pout. "Like- not just in the hot way."

Seungcheol hung his head down to hide his laugh from you. If you had seen him laughing at you, he knew that you'd take it as a personal attack. He looked back at you, trying to keep a straight face.

"You deserve the best, alright?" He let you go and picked up the glass of water again. "Now, drink up. I'll get you another glass for you to drink in the morning."

You nodded, tears still in your eyes over his sweet act, and started drinking. After putting painkillers and another glass of water on the bedside table by your side of the bed, Seungcheol got ready for bed. When he crawled into bed, minutes later, you were already half asleep. He kept his promise, and cuddled up next to you. You snuggled your head against his chest, and put your cold feet against his legs. Seungcheol froze up, but was careful not to make a sound as you were about to fall asleep. He knew that you were going to hate yourself in the morning, that you were going to ask him a million questions about what you had done, but now you looked so peaceful and he hoped that you could stay like that for as long as possible.

✦ . B O N U S . ✦

Breakfast was set out in the living room of the main house, made by the few that weren't experiencing a hungover that morning. You walked in behind Seungcheol, wearing one of his hoodies with the hood pulled up and sunglasses sitting on the bridge of your nose to protect you from the strong sunlight. As soon as a few people saw the two of you, they started singing:

"Whatta man, whatta man, whatta mighty good man!"

You groaned and reluctantly sat down by the table, apologizing to everyone that was there about your drunken behavior the night before. People started joking around about it and while you were embarrassed, you couldn't help but to laugh at their jokes.

"Seriously, Seungcheol, you should be proud." Chan said from beside you. "No sane person would ever get up on a table and sing that song like that to a person, if they weren't down bad for them."

You slapped Chan's arm lightly, but you knew it was true. Choi Seungcheol was a mighty good man, and you were 100% down bad for him.

[haetrack]

hi!! can i request for smut jaem who lets you borrow his computer while he's still in his room. and he watches you from the back of his gaming chair and slowly becomes touchy (like hugging your neck and caressing your body slowly until he fingers you while still sitting on his chair) oh! and you guys can't be too loud because members are at the kitchen. hehe thanks omg

req 2: bf!jaemin x f!reader (ft. roommates haechan and jeno)

wc: 2.8k

warnings: smut (MDNI!), jealousy, dirty talk, fingering, light exhibition and voyeurism, one bite on the neck, light gagging, soft dom!jaemin, sub!reader, accidental roommate haechan favoritism (im sorry)

it’s rare that you go to jaemin’s apartment. in a mutual, undiscussed understanding at some point, you both decided that it’s better that you go to your apartment over jaemin’s. he’s wary of his roommates being in your presence. he tries making small excuses, he hasn’t cleaned, he has class, even takes you out to eat before you can step foot in his apartment.

he’s seen the way that his roommates look at you. he swears he’s not a jealous person, but he can’t really help it when it comes to you. it’s when he sees haechan cuddle up to your side, sees jeno try to carry your stuff when you come in. he feels bad for lying to you, but it’s better than constantly seeing them flirt with you.

he realizes you coming over might be unavoidable tomorrow. you called him nearly crying, saying how your laptop wasn’t turning on while having multiple assignments due. he couldn’t just let you cry, not while knowing that he has a solution for you in his room. he stares at his computer, looming over the consequences of letting you come over. he’d rather see you pass your classes, more importantly, be happy.

he tells you that you can come over tomorrow to finish whatever you need. you happily tell him thank you, how he’s the best boyfriend in the world. he laughs airly in the mic, saying he’d do anything for his angel. at the end of the call, before you say goodnight, he hears you say can’t wait to see everyone tomorrow. he grits his teeth, giving the nicest response he can to that. you laugh, telling him goodnight. before he turns off his phone though,

jaemin: don’t forget to ask for extensions for your assignments ❤️

you: aaaa i forgot!!! thank u baby 🫶

the dreaded day comes. he decides to pick you up after your class so you can get started on your work right away. he coos, hands cupping your face as he comforts you from the call last night. you grin at him, grabbing one of his hands to place a kiss on it. he has to forcibly stop himself from pressing kisses all over your face, deciding to grab you by the waist and walk you to his car. it all feels normal, and jaemin almost drives to your apartment instead of his.

he tries not to frown too hard when you both arrive, taking a deep breath before opening the door. he knows everyone is in the apartment (because who likes having classes on fridays), so he can’t even move you to his room safely. he opens the door to find jeno and haechan seated on the couch together, immediately taking note of you.

“it’s been so long since i’ve seen you here!” haechan starts, and before he can hug you, jaemin moves to give you a back hug. haechan scoffs, “it’s almost like your boyfriend has been hiding you from us, huh?”

you tease him for his dramatics, “i would be coming over if you guys weren’t so busy all the time! every time i want to come over, jaemin says you’re too busy.”

“i wonder why he’d say that,” jeno snides, “i like seeing you around here.”

“i like seeing my boyfriend’s friends, too! he’s gatekeeping you guys a little too hard.” jaemin dryly laughs at your joke before pulling your backpack off your shoulders and onto his. he sees jeno looking at him before chuckling at the sight, knowing exactly why he was doing that.

“well, my baby has a lot of work to do, so we better get going to my room…” jaemin says, trying to get you out of there before anything else happens.

haechan raises his eyebrows as you leave, “see you soon, angel.”

jaemin turns to give them the middle finger before he shuts the door.

you sit yourself at his desk. despite your lack of visits to his apartment, you feel familiar in his space. he turns on everything for you, sad that his baby has to do all this work when you’re at his place. you thank him once again, pressing a kiss to the side of his cheek. “anything you need, i’ll get it for you.”

“actually! can you refill my bottle for me,” you grab it out of the side pocket, “forgot to fill it up before we left campus.”

“of course. be right back.” he grins. he kisses you as if he won’t be back in two minutes or less. you let out an appreciative sigh, quietly thanking him once again as you ignore the heat on your face.  

jaemin slowly makes his way out of the room, tries not to bring any distractions to you and your work time. he tiptoes in the hallway, kitchen close to his room. he can hear both haechan and jeno’s voices in the middle of a conversation, and he can’t help but listen in. when he hears one slip of your name, he barges in, cutting off their talking immediately.

“you should’ve told us we’d be having a guest today,” haechan slinks next to jaemin, eyes playfully challenging him, “we all could’ve watched something together.”

“you didn’t even let me grab her backpack,” jeno sulks, “i could’ve done that myself.”

“well, those aren’t really your jobs, are they? guess who’s her boyfriend and guess who are not.” jaemin closes the refrigerator, pouring in the filtered water you so nicely asked for.

haechan raises his hands in defense, “i’m just saying, if you bring someone so pretty over, i can’t help but look.”

jeno nods in agreement, “if i were you, i’d be showing her off at any chance i could get.”

jaemin loudly disagrees, “this is how i can tell you’ve been single for too long! you just don’t get it.”

haechan whines, “maybe you could do us a favor and help our sad, lonely sex lives with the help of your-”

jaemin cuts him off, “nope.” before haechan can say anything else, jaemin walks away, and haechan is earned with a second middle finger of the day.

jaemin never feels like this.

he can feel how jealous he is in the pit of his stomach. it’s only you two in the room, you at his desk, and him laying uncomfortably in his bed. though the brightness of his phone screen is glaring back at him, he’s more focused on the sight of you at his desk. he’s not sure you’re aware of haechan and jeno’s feelings towards you, but he’s trying everything to stop them.

he knows they aren’t being serious. haechan is constantly joking about everything, and jeno’s just… like that. though he could never blame you for anything, you’ve never let anyone else have your undivided attention but him. he knows you love him, but he can’t shake this feeling off. he needs a little reassurance right now and he’ll try not to bother you too much.

it all goes wrong when he stands behind you in his gaming chair. you look so good right now, in his room, in his chair. once you feel his presence behind you, you look up and smile. his face mirrors yours, and he plants a sweet kiss to your lips, “keep going, pretty, just wanna watch you for a bit.”

you nod, getting back to your work. his eyes are stuck on your every movement, watching you type, how you shake your leg, how you bite your lip in concentration. you look so pretty like this, not knowing how a familiar feeling sets to the bottom of jaemin’s stomach, eyes becoming hooded at the sight of you. after hard contemplation, he lets his hands settle on top of your shoulders.

he can tell you’re smiling, head nuzzling up against his arm. his bends over to place his head on your shoulder, hands moving to slip up and down your sides. he can feel how warm your face is, the close proximity making you nervous. his hands move a little lower to your hips, grabbing at the skin there. he hums appreciatively, liking how soft you feel under his touch. he can feel you slightly squirm around, trying not to let his touches distract you.

you can feel his warm breath on your shoulder, sending chills down your spine. what’s unexpected is how you feel his tongue swipe across your skin before leaving a wet kiss there. you shudder, and you can feel his sickly-sweet smile against your skin. you whine out his name, and he shushes you, pressing more kisses onto your skin.

you can feel yourself getting lost in him, your eyes skipping over the words in an article you’re reading, mind becoming hazy. your head lolls to the side, giving him more access to your neck. he licks up from the junction of your neck up to your jaw, his hands warming themselves up by your thighs. his hands come close to your core, before he removes them completely by putting them under the shirt you’re wearing.

“jaemin, please.” you’re not really sure what you're asking for, but when you feel his hands by the cup of your bra, you can’t help the pleads coming out of your mouth.

“tell me what you want, pretty. need to know what my angel wants so i can give it to her,” he hums out, fingers messing with the fabric of your bra.

“just-” your breath hitches when he bites down on your neck before leaving a small kiss, “need you, jaemin. wanna feel you in me, just please give me more.”

“all you had to do was ask, angel.” his hands push up your bra over your boobs, groping around them, pinching at your nipples. you whisper out a kiss me, and he just can’t say no to his baby, reaching over further to kiss you. your work is left neglected, the only things mattering right now is your boyfriend and the ache between your thighs. he can see how needy you are, how your moans slip in his mouth, how you push your chest into his hands. 

one hand leaves your chest to slip under your pants and underwear, meeting with your wet folds, “so wet, baby, dripping all over with just a few touches.”

“just for you, jaemin. please, need your fingers.”

and who is he to say no to you? his fingers tease your entrance, a loud whimper slipping out of your mouth. jaemin remembers that you both aren’t alone, hearing the light shuffling throughout the apartment. he removes his other hand from your chest, pressing it over your mouth to cover up your sounds, “can’t be too loud, pretty. those sounds are only for me to hear.”

one finger slips inside of you, a muffled moan covered up by his hand. you can hear him lowly chuckle at you, happy with the results. with being teased too much before, you clench around his fingers, signaling to him that you need more. he obliges, of course, another finger moving inside of you. he curls them in you, feeling for that sweet spot inside you. once he finds it, he feels you moan, feels how drool is already slipping past your lips.

he can feel how hard he’s straining against his sweats, but too enamored by you to do anything about it. plus, he’d rather fuck you without having haechan or jeno around. they don't deserve to hear you like that at all. his breath is getting heavy, he needs to see how he’s affecting you, needs to see his pretty angel’s face.

he pulls his chair back, allowing himself to kneel on the floor in front of you. it’s not until now you can see just how affected your boyfriend is by this. his cheeks are pink, lips swollen from the kissing and biting, your boyfriend on his knees just for you. he has a lazy smile on his face, eyes full of love for his angel. he presses kisses along your thighs, your legs slowly opening up from him to see. 

his hand is no longer covered over your mouth, tsking at the sight of your pleading eyes. “trust you to not make so much noise. don’t want everyone else to hear how good i make you feel, hmm?”

you quickly nod, jaemin reaching up to press a soft kiss to your lips. even now, at times where he has you like this, he manages to be so sweet. it only turns you on more. he spreads your legs further apart, looking at how wet and needy your pussy is for him, begging for his help. he presses a kiss to your clit, your thighs closing around his head. he lets out a genuine laugh before he playfully scolds you, telling you to behave.

his fingers move to your aching core, once again slipping his fingers in. you clench tightly around them, your hips rolling in time with him. his thumb hooks up to rub your clit, your thighs almost closing around his hand. he moves to force your legs open, pressing quick kisses along the insides of your thighs. “my angel is always so sensitive, love it so much.” 

you’re biting down onto your bottom lip, whimpers threatening to come out. he’s so content with just watching you fall apart, his head resting on your thigh, eyes roaming all over your body. you aren’t sure what exactly riled him up, but it doesn’t matter when he’s looking at you like you’re the only thing that exists. you can’t stop the little sobs that escape you as you feel yourself unraveling.

he can see tears forming in your eyes, the pleasure being almost too much for you. he can feel you shaking under his hold, feels how you’re dripping all over his hand. he sees your composure slip as he adds one more finger, a sharp whimper of his name leaving your lips. he watches in morbid curiosity as you grab his free hand and move it up to your mouth, gagging yourself with his fingers.

he nearly cums in his pants at the sight of you overcome by pleasure, the feel of your tongue slipping between his fingers. you wanted to be so good for him to the point of where you wanted to be gagged, wanting to please him more than anything. he doesn’t care anymore, doesn’t care if haechan or jeno can hear you, doesn’t care about his throbbing cock spilling precum in his boxers. he’s so infatuated with you.

he’s pulled out of his daze when he hears footsteps of someone walking towards the rooms. you moan out to him that you’re close, can hear how sopping wet you are and how you’re clenching tightly around his fingers. your muffled voice comes out, “p-please, jaemin. please! i wan’ cum so bad. wanna cum all over your fingers!”

“yeah? my angel wants to cum?” he asks, hearing how the footsteps stop in front of his door. “cum all over my fingers, show me how much you love me. only me.” 

you moan loudly as he lets his fingers slip out of your mouth, moving his now wet fingers to your boob to help you cum. your chest arches forward and your hips grind down, nearly screaming as you cum all over his fingers. he helps you ride it out, praises you for being so good for him, being his sweet angel. 

he hears the footsteps quickly walk away from his door, smiling to himself at the thought of someone hearing the both of you. he sees tears slip out of your eyes, he moves up to kiss your cheeks, whispering to you about how much he loves you. you nod, eyebrows furrowed and mouth unable to say anything just yet. he sits back down to let you catch your breath, one hand soothing over the soft skin of your thigh.

he sees you slowly come back to him, sees the tired smile you give to him. “let’s move to the bed, angel. wanna cuddle with you.”

you hum in agreement, and he drags you over, letting you lay down comfortably onto his bed. he joins you, presses kisses all over where he can reach. “you did so good for me. i love you so much.”

“i love you too, jaem.”

he feels your breaths get deeper, letting yourself fall asleep happily against him, all work and stress forgotten. jaemin almost falls asleep too, not until he feels how his phone begins buzzing.

haechan: god DAMN

haechan: did u guys have to do that NOW???

jeno: do what

jeno: DO WHAT!!!!!!!

haechan: THEY BOTH FUCKED AND I HAD TO HEARRRR

jaemin: literally no one told you to listen in

jaemin: and we didnt even have sex youre delusional

haechan: well u know

jaemin: dont even finish what youre going to say

jaemin: hopefully now you know who my angel loves most ❤️

haechan: who said that

jeno: i suddenly cant read

jaemin: 🖕

a/n: thank u for the request 🫶 literally loved writing this jaemin we all love u. my first jaemin post i’m kinda nervous… i hope u nanadoongies enjoy muah muah

taglist: @vqlentinez @froggyforyoongi

[asimpathetic]

— leilão. .ᐟ

par romântico. garoto de atlética!jisung

gênero. "strangers" to lovers

sinopse. onde o encontro com o garoto da atlética tinha sido desastrosamente bom

w.c. 2.3k

avisos. não foi revisado, jisung e reader bem desastrados bem bobos mesmo, uma br au beeeeem levinha só usando alguns termos pra contexto mas não situada realmente no brasil, breve citação do jaemin (sendo mulherengo) e do haechan, xingamentos, jisung timidozinho bem coitado bem tadinho judiado sem um pingo de jeito com interação social, reader sendo meio hipócrita, descrições beeem ruins de como um leilão funciona, um tico de idiotas apaixonados, uma leve situação vergonhosa no final

notes. tô escrevendo coisa demais esses dias, to suspeitando que um bloqueio criativo tá vindo 💔 also não citei preços pros encontros pq nao conseguia pensar em nenhum numero que fizesse sentido então usem a imaginação 😖🥺

“mas nem por um caralho.” respondeu, odiando a conversa.

“ah, vai, por favor! você nem foi na calourada do curso, pelo menos vai nesse.” sua amiga implorou, chegando até a juntar as mãos e fazer carinha pedinte.

“pelo amor de deus, eu tenho muito mais o que fazer do que ir em uma festa da atlética.” irritada, cruzou os braços olhando para sua amiga, não era possível que alguém realmente bem da cabeça gostasse do inferno que era uma festa de atlética.

“não é uma festa.” riu, achando graça. “eles organizaram um leilão de encontros para arrecadar dinheiro.” ah, então além de malucos, eles são exibidos e confiantes o suficiente para achar que alguém pagaria para sair com eles, incrível.

“motivo maior ainda pra eu não ir, não sairia com nenhum deles nem em caso de vida ou morte.” nem você acreditava nessa mentira, a atlética do seu bloco tinha tanta gente gata que você facilmente pegaria metade se tivesse a chance, mas ninguém precisava saber disso, né? 

“para de cu doce, sei muito bem que você vive de olho naquele amigo do chenle.” que audácia! como ela ousa revelar sua paixão unilateral nada discreta no garoto bonitinho do time de futebol?

“que mentira! a gente só tem algumas aulas juntos, eu não fico de olho nele.” até tentou mentir, mas o olhar que ela te lançou de quem não acreditou em uma palavra sequer que você disse foi deixa suficiente para você parar de fingir. “tá bom, eu posso até achar ele bonitinho, mas isso não quer dizer que eu pagaria para sair com ele, isso já é demais pra qualquer pessoa sã.” 

ok, talvez realmente fosse demais, e você jamais se submeteria a tal coisa, e repassava isso na sua mente repetidamente enquanto tentava encontrar motivos do como e porque você veio parar no tal leilão de encontros que estava tão ativamente falando mal mais cedo, como exatamente tinha parado ali, afinal?

sua amiga gritava animada lances ao seu lado, tentando fervorosamente “comprar” o rapaz no palco - na jaemin, se você bem se lembra -, que tinha um sorrisinho exibido vendo a quantidade de mulheres tentando ganhá-lo, aquela com certeza estava sendo uma noite e tanto para ele, os lances chegando a preços que você não conseguia nem acreditar que alguém realmente gastaria para somente um encontro. 

uma garota a algumas cadeiras de distâncias deu um lance alto demais para o orçamento do pobre bolso da sua amiga cobrir, e você imediatamente a deu um olhar quase implorando para ela não fazer nada maluco, ato que ela respondeu com uma risada e um olhar de rendida, voltando a se sentar quietinha na cadeira deixando a outra garota “levar o prêmio”.

um som de martelo batendo na madeira, e um alto ‘vendido’ foi ouvido logo em seguida, e a mesa da garota se encheu de gritinhos animados vendo que tinham conseguido ganhar, você até parou para pensar em qual delas teria o encontro, mas conhecendo a boa fama de jaemin, não duvidava nada que ele acabasse saindo com todas elas em algum momento, isso se já não tivesse feito antes.

algum tempo depois, quando já tinham passado homens demais sendo “vendidos” — sua amiga até tinha conseguido comprar um encontro, com haechan, e você ficou com genuína pena das economias dela pela conquista. —, finalmente foi apresentado no palco improvisado o rapaz que você passou a noite inteira esperando, park jisung subiu os pequenos degraus exibindo aquele maldito sorrisinho envergonhado, andando todo acanhado como se não tivessem literalmente mulheres famintas ansiosas para consegui-lo naquela noite.

ele parou bem no centro, as mãos juntinhas atrás das costas num ato de timidez que você sentiu uma vontade absurda de simplesmente mordê-lo e tirar pedaços dele, poxa! como ele consegue ser fofo até sem fazer nada, você queria acabar com aquele garoto, da forma boa, claro.

“nosso jisungie aqui, faz parte do time de futebol, e é baixista de uma banda-” nem conseguiu prestar atenção suficiente no discurso que o tal leiloeiro fazia, focada demais em secar descaradamente o rapaz que era leiloado, porra, você tinha que conseguir aquele maldito encontro.

os lances até começaram baixos, o que foi impressionante, mas rapidinho os preços foram subindo, e você ficou toda afobada tentando acompanhar, competindo com uma garota bem ao lado que parecia querer te matar sempre que você levantava a mão e dizia um lance maior que o dela, ela que se danasse, se você não conseguisse jisung por pelo menos uma noite, quem iria matar alguém ali seria você, nem ligava mais se estava sendo hipócrita, a memória de que você tinha criticado aquele leilão e as pessoas gastando dinheiro com encontros já estava escondido em algum canto muito escuro da sua mente.

dizendo um número que nem você acreditava estar saindo da sua boca, a sua concorrente se manteve em silêncio sentada na cadeira, de cara feia, braços cruzados e tudo, e você, sorrindo vitoriosa ao escutar o ‘vendido’, ignorou completamente que aquele dinheiro pesaria seu bolso mais tarde; jisung era mais importante, você preferia pensar no baixista gato que estava bem a alguns metros de distância do que em sua conta bancária.

uma quantidade exagerada de peças de roupa estavam jogadas sobre sua cama, combinações um pouco mais separadas em alguns cantinhos enquanto os outros tecidos estavam descartados como não apresentáveis o suficiente para o seu primeiro encontro com jisung.

vestido? calça? saia? meu deus, nada dá certo!

sua cabeça chegava a esquentar enquanto pensava no que vestir, e se estivesse em um desenho animado agora, as engrenagens estariam rodando a toda velocidade dentro do seu cérebro. 

e quando finalmente conseguiu escolher o que vestir, escutou algumas batidas na porta, foi quase correndo até a mesma, parando bem na frente só para arrumar o cabelo e ajeitar as próprias vestes, preferia morrer do que parecer esquisita na frente dele.

abrindo a porta, jisung estava bem ali, o cabelo escuro com fiozinhos passando da sobrancelha, a droga do sorrisinho envergonhado, os olhinhos brilhantes que o cabelo quase chegava a esconder, a porra do moletom preto que parecia ridiculamente bom demais nele, como alguém conseguia ficar tão gostoso só usando um moletom? não fazia sentido.

“oi.” bastou um oi e você já queria pular nele.

“oi.” sorriu de volta, ajeitando uma mecha do cabelo atrás da orelha e saindo do seu dormitório, ficando no corredor silencioso com ele.

porra, que situação esquisita. tinha esquecido completamente que estava saindo com um cara que tinha as habilidades sociais de uma pedra.

“então…” tentou cortar o silêncio. “o que vamos fazer? não deixaram muito claro que tipo de encontro seria.” riu, dando a deixa para ele continuar a conversa.

“ah, é…” deu uma risada meio limpando a garganta e ficou uns segundinhos em silêncio, pensando no que dizer. “se for algo que você goste, eu tava pensando no cine drive-in da cidade, tem um filme muito legal passando hoje e tal.” 

você parou um tempinho, pensando na sugestão, nem sabia definir se era uma ideia de encontro fofa ou ultrapassada, decidiu ir com a primeira opção. e jisung, aproveitando a sua distração, aproveitou para dar uma olhadinha melhor em você.

pra falar a real, a princípio ele recusou a oferta da atlética em participar do leilão, quase repudiando toda a vergonha que passaria se fosse na onda dos amigos e entrasse naquele evento para ser leiloado, ele nem sabia como exatamente tinha aceitado aquilo no final, mas nossa, quando ele viu quem tinha ‘comprado’ ele, o menino faltou hiperventilar, ele tinha uma queda por você desde que era só um calouro. 

ele lembra muito claramente quando te viu pela primeira vez, a quase dois anos, você usava uma calça jeans qualquer, uma camiseta azul com uma estampa engraçadinha, e brincos de estrelas, ele lembra de ver você conversando e ajudando calouros do campus, lembra de como você sorriu fofa para ele — definitivamente não foi para ele, mas ele queria muito que fosse — quando ouviu algo engraçado, lembra da forma como os brincos de estrelas combinavam tanto com você, ao ponto dele te apelidar de estrelinha para os amigos, dizendo sempre sobre ser impossível para ele alcançar a estrela favorita dele, você.

o cara era só um idiota apaixonado, que nem tinha culhões suficientes para chegar em você e te chamar para sair, ele ter mantido os próprios sentimentos guardados a sete chaves por quase dois anos era uma prova viva disso, jisung morria de vergonha só de te ver pelos corredores ou na mesma sala de aula que ele, imagina criar coragem pra puxar papo, ele tinha certeza que teria um ataque do coração!

então, no fim, aquele leilão foi até bom, ele ficou tão aliviado quando viu que você estava tão energeticamente tentando ganhá-lo, o coração do coitado faltou sair pelo peito.

“acho uma boa, parece ser legal.” sorriu para ele, o tom da sua voz o tirando do devaneio.

ele devolveu o gesto, concordando com a cabeça e indo com você para fora do prédio do dormitório, te levou até o carro dele, um dodge dart 73 vermelho com teto preto, uma verdadeira relíquia, e estranhamente combinava com jisung.

levando uma pipoca até a boca, você se forçou a voltar a atenção pro filme passando no enorme telão, era simplesmente difícil demais fazer isso quando jisung estava bem ao lado, a postura relaxada, a cabeça virada para frente, o rosto numa expressão de concentração, totalmente focado no tal filme que ele estava empolgado para ver. 

filme esse que você nem sabia o nome, e nem conseguia se sentir culpada sobre isso, estava tão próxima do garoto que todas as outras preocupações sumiam, estava quase se viciando no perfume dele, aquele cheirinho bom estava te deixando nas nuvens, queria mais que tudo chegar pertinho dele pra dar uma cheiradinha no pescoço dele, droga de homem cheiroso!

ouviu uma risadinha, e virou a cabeça para ele na mesma hora — quase machucando o pescoço —, o rostinho dele expressando alegria era tão lindo, você queria guardar aquela imagem na memória pra sempre, esperava sonhar com aquilo.

“que ridículo, quem faz algo assim?” ele perguntou, comentando sobre o filme.

“é… realmente…” que droga, você não tinha ideia do que tinha acontecido na porcaria do filme. 

riu para disfarçar, mas jisung já estava virando a cabeça em sua direção, com uma carinha de preocupação, que merda, o que foi que você fez?!

“não tá gostando do filme?” ele perguntou, a voz tão caidinha que você se desesperou quase na mesma hora. “a gente pode fazer outra coisa, não tem que se forçar a gostar disso.”

“não, não! eu gostei! é legal, eu juro! drive-in é algo realmente muito fofo, eu tô me divertindo, prometo!”

“mesmo? não tá só falando por falar, né?”

“claro que não! eu realmente tô me divertindo, ji, de verdade.”

porra, tinha chamado ele de ji? vocês nem eram próximos o suficiente pra apelidos, agora sim ele vai ficar desconfortável de verdade.

ele sorrindo te deixou em choque, o maldito sorriso adorável que te atormentava sempre que via.

“que bom então, fico feliz com isso.” o coração dele estava uma loucura quando você o chamou pelo apelido, quase derreteu, se segurou muito para não fazer nenhuma reação exagerada e te assustar.

até tentou sorrir de volta, um sorrisinho envergonhado enquanto mordia o lábio inferior, nossa, você quase morreu ali, quantas emoções em tão pouco tempo.

ele se esticou em sua direção para pegar uma pipoca do pote em suas mãos, mas você, sem nem lembrar que estava segurando o pote, tomou um susto com a aproximação repentina, involuntariamente apertando as mãos e fazendo as pipocas voarem pelo carro dele, meu deus, o que você tava fazendo?

“aí, meu deus, ji, me desculpa, que vergonha, me desculpa, sério.” falou, toda apressada, tentando recolher as pipocas que estavam por todo o banco do carro dele.

“tá tudo bem! não se preocupa.” ele tentou ajudar, agora eram dois idiotas desesperados tentando não passar mais vergonha do que já tinham passado.

na pressa, chegaram perto demais, e quando levantaram as cabeças, bateram as testas, que situação horrível, a cada segundo piorava.

levou a mão até a testa sentindo a ardência, e olhou para baixo morrendo de vergonha, queria se enterrar num buraco, só tinha feito bobeira desde que esse encontro começou, nem queria saber que tipo de imagem jisung poderia ter de você depois dessa noite.

e ele, não entendendo a situação, achou que você estava triste com aquilo, o coração se encheu de preocupação, até esquecendo a dorzinha na testa.

jisung chegou mais pertinho, uma mão indo até seu ombro enquanto a outra levantou seu rosto para que ele pudesse ver você direito.

“me desculpa, ______, não queria que esse encontro fosse ruim para você.” ele juntou as sobrancelhas falando num tom tão triste que você sentiu seu coração doer.

“não tá sendo ruim, eu realmente gostaria de fazer qualquer coisa contigo só por ser com você.” começou, o olhar desviando das feições dele, sem saber para onde olhar. “eu só… não queria que fosse desse jeito, tô passando vergonha desde que entrei no seu carro.” fechou os olhos frustrada.

ouviu uma risadinha, e abriu os olhos novamente dando de cara com um jisung na sua frente, os olhinhos meio fechadinhos quando ele ria, poxa, que maldade, não era para ele ficar bonito enquanto ria da sua desgraça.

“você não passou vergonha, quer dizer, não sozinha pelo menos.”  segurou seu rosto com as duas mãos. “eu queria muito que esse encontro fosse bom pra você, na real tô querendo te chamar pra sair tem uma cota, só que não tinha coragem nem de chegar perto de você.”

não soube o que dizer, e quando ele riu novamente, soube que deveria estar com uma expressão comicamente chocada.

“sério? tipo… de verdade?” ainda tentava assimilar, o rostinho com uma expressão de surpresa que jisung achou a coisa mais fofa do mundo, sentiu vontade de te beijar na mesma hora.

“aham, faz um tempão que eu tava doidinho pra sair contigo.”

você sorriu tão linda pra ele que foi impossível não sorrir de volta, segurou seu rosto no lugar e deixou um beijinho carinhoso na sua testa, como se pedisse desculpas pelo acidente, e também, beijinhos saram machucados, né?

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[neosexuals]

glasses! ]]> l.dh NCT

The idea !!

A/n: meow meow meow meow meow meow (I am clearly feral for this man)

Warnings/pairings :: haechan with glasses , gn!reader , oral (m), nerd !haechan, marking, VERY vocal haechan, nicknames (cutie) , haechan is taller than the reader

You weren't all popular to be fair you were just there, average grades , average social status but still got invited to parties and shit.

Jaemin—one of the popular kids— invited everyone , and he mean everyone , for his new years party. Nothing wrong with it but it wasnt the best party it was boring , a typical frat boy party but with a simple 1 2 3 HAPPY NEW YEARS

Thrown around at the end , like boozed punch , coke snorted in the corner , floaties for some reason being thrown around and ofcourse beer pong. You don't enjoy these parties too much cause there's not too much to do other than watch the random guy make out with one of your friends.

Evidently troubled by the view you grab a tad too many drinks and get a bit tipsy and decided to dance a bit , love talk playing on the speakers drowned out by the sound of moans and "whoos"

After a while of shaking your hips every 2 seconds you feel something grinding behind you , ofcourse two or three boys came around and grinded on you before you uncomfortably shoved them away , this one didnt feel intentional tho you turned you head behind to see haechan being pushed around and against you.

You take a moment before trying to move out of the slightly crowded area before he grabs your shoulders and presses against you. You start to feel something against your ass before realising he was hard , although his eyes trying to convey it wasn't intentional you grabbed hi arm and pulled him out of the crowd.

As he tried to explain himself you couldn't look or think about anything else other than the fact that he had a boner and he looks hot , his hair messy , his glasses a bit crooked and his lips just pretty. You didn't even listen about the shit he was spewing other than the first sight he let out and a sorry.

You just stared into his sorrowful eyes till you grab his neck and pull him down to kiss you before pulling away "oh my god I'm so so sorry" he take a second to recollect his thoughts , staring at you for a second before kissing you again , locking his lips with yours, his hands cupping your face.

Pulling away once again you drag him to the surprisingly empty bedroom , sitting him down on his bed. Kissing him once again pushing him down before he pulls away "are you sober enough to know what your doing?" He asks sincerely

"sober enough to want to do this , and atleast I know your name cutie" cutting him off before he could even speak by a kiss once again pecking down his neck sucking and licking leaving faint marks, before dragging your body down to inbetween his legs at the edge of the bed.

He sits up and ruffles your hair a bit "god ____"sounding out what sounded like a whimper as you unzipped his pants pulling them down to his ankles "so you know my name too?" You smirk at his cocky smile before he shifts his body weight to his hands behind him.

You palm his dick earning a groan from him, his face practically begging you to do more while he fixed his glasses. You slowly slip down his boxers revealing his quite long dick , springing up to slap his stomach causing him to sigh in relief. You looked up at him maintaining eye contact as you slowly pumped his cock , rolling his eyes back as your hand ran down his shaft.

"___ please just- fuck" his moans enticing you , your head looking down at his leaking cock spreading his pre cum around it , spitting around it before taking his slender length in your mouth hearing more groans and moans come out of his sweet mouth. He grabs your hand

"Oh god, you're so fucking " haechan moaned, his hips bucking forward involuntarily as you bobbed up and down on his dick. "So fucking pretty on my cock" his hand grabbing your hair to fuck your throat, you weren't sure you knew this haechan , the one who sat at the front in english and occasionally asked homework from haechan. He's now fucking your throat moaning for your mouth.

"fuck ___ I'm gonna cum..." His voice dragged out from the moans "can I cum in your mouth?" He asked as he looked down at you , your eyes meeting as you hum as a nod , till he cums down your throat, your hand tightly gripping on his before you pull away , his hand leaves your hair.

"cute" you mumble swallowing his cum seeing his fucked out expression before he pulls you up for a kiss his taste lingering on your tongue.

"your amazing..." He breaths out.

"I could tell , had to swallow a fuck load" you respond playfully.

Tags : @hyuckiegirlfriend @fay-ebrahim @drkn3ss-blog

[majestichyuk]

Just the norm

Pairing :- Mark Lee x Fem!reader

Summary :- Just some college kids being college kids.

Genre :- College students, comedy (because I’m nice like that), text messages, fluff (you tell me), acquaintances to friends, flirty-ish, ass whooping, cringe alert (sry)

Wc :- 1.3k 

WARNING :- cursing. It’s never a peaceful day with the haechan & renjun, reader wanted the smoke, and jeno just being the peacemaker because he can. 

Notes :- THANK YOU FOR 100 NOTES ON MY LATEST BOOK kutabare starring Jeno T-T. I WROTE THIS, sry i wrote this in the spawn of the moment because why not, you either enjoy it or you don’t, but once again thank you for the love, don't be afraid to talk with me and send in some ask, I’m open. But anyways enjoy my crack cringe short story, LIKE, FOLLOW & REBLOG. 

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“HAECHAN, GIVE IT BACK!,” you yelled as you leap forward to grab the nuisance by his light brown hair.

“Bring back what?!” Haechan asked as he stood on the other side of the table. “I have nothing that belongs to you,” 

“Haecha- ugh, RENJUN!” you called out to Renjun who’s busied himself with his phone on the other side of the classroom, with his legs crossed elegantly. “Haechan give her back whatever you stole from her,” Renjun ordered as he kept his attention on his phone.

Haechan snarled at you as he handed you back your phone, and pouted as he plopped himself at his desk.

“I always knew you were a lil bitch,” you stick your tongue out playfully at Haechan as you took your phone from his hands. 

“What'd you say you strumpet-” he was interrupted as Jeno entered the classroom.

“What’s with all the noise I was hearing outside?” Jeno questioned as he placed his barrel bag on your desk. “You two fighting again?” Jeno looked at both you and Haechan unimpressed.

“They’ve been at each other throats since this mornin-” Renjun was the second victim of being interrupted by someone.  

“There wouldn’t have been an issue today if he wouldn’t stick his nose out in other people's busine-” Haechan interrupted you as he jumped out of his seat, slamming both of his palms on your desk startling Jeno.

“Well, I’m sorry for wanting to know who has my dearest friend all smiley and shit!” He nearly gagged at the scene he witnessed this morning. “Who possessed you, babe?” Haechan looked at you worriedly as he reached out to check your temperature.

“Renjun whatcha doing after school?,” Jeno peered over you and Haechan getting into a brawl, completely ignoring you two as if it was a normal day.

“Mark asked me to help him with something so I’m probably going to his house,” Renjun told Jeno as he went into his bag searching for a snack. You halted yourself as you let go of Haechan’s neck, dusting your pants as you got up from the floor, kicking him in his ass before you walk over to Renjun.

“Want me to tag along, Junnie?” You sat on Renjun’s table and tried to muster your most irresistible puppy eyes.

“Look who’s the little bitc-” Haechan got slapped at the back of the head by Jeno as he struggled to get up from the floor. 

Renjun put his attention back on you. “Why you wanna tag along, don’t you have somewhere to be after school,” Renjun asks pushing more of a reaction out of you, even though he has an idea of your motives to join him and Mark.

“Well.. not anymore, I don’t really have to be there, the team will do fine without me for one day,” you reassure him, even though you’re kind of rethinking if your basketball team has that level of independence.

“They’ll be fine,” You brushed him off as you took a bite of the snack he handed to you.

“So who were you messaging this morning to have Haechan nearly puke everywhere?” Renjun questioned you as if he didn’t know.

“No one really,” You stuffed a handful of the chips in your mouth. “Jst marlk,” you were able to get out, thinking no one would be able to understand. Until.

“MARK? MARK FUCKING LEE,” Haechan pushed Renjun out of his seat as he planted himself in front of you in Renjun's abandoned chair. “Lee Minhyung has you smiling like that?!,” Haechan looks at you in concern and disgust.

“What’s so wrong with Mark?” Jeno joined in as he held Renjun back from pouncing on Haechan. “Calm down Renjun, calm down,” He gently stroked Renjun's hair and went over to flick Haechan’s forehead.

“Well for starters,” Haechan rubbed his red forehead. “He’s a total wimp that just smells bad and too uptight, AND HE CHEATS!” 

“You’re just mad because he beat you in badminton,” Renjun rolled his eyes whilst taking a seat next to you on his desk. 

“And because he beat you in Mario cart,” Jeno added as he propped by the window.

“And because he-” you stopped speaking when Haechan started to dramatically flop in his chair.

“Okay! Okay, I get it, I’m a jealous trainwreck, I can't help my competitiveness” he pulled out his white handkerchief and surrendered. Everyone chuckled at him until their attention was taken by the devil himself.

“Hey Mark,” Jeno got up and bro hugged Mark who reluctantly accepted the gesture.

“Hey,” Mark muttered looking quite tired as he went to take his seat at the back of the class. 

“You see what I mean? A total wimp, didn’t even greet us” Haechan loudly whispered as he watched Mark place his headphones on his head. Jeno went over the speak with Mark, leaving Haechan to ramble.

“I don’t think you should be talking considering your mom has to wash your underwear at your big age, and he looks tired” You retorted, gazing at Jeno and Mark wondering what Jeno was talking about.

“Well since you’re obviously so smitten by him why don’t you go over and talk with him?” Haechan challenges you as he looks at you expectedly. 

Renjun brushed him off “You didn’t have the balls to talk to youR crush face to face, all I saw was shriveled nuts,”. You burst out in laughter gaining the attention of the two boys at the back.

“You know what I’m not even going to waste my time with you,” Haechan glared at Renjun. 

“The only action you’re getting is from that hole in your pillow, you prude,” Haechan spat out as Renjun gasped at his words.

 “It wouldn’t be that way if you’d let your mom visit me mor- AH!” Renjun got up from his desk and ran towards the classroom door with Haechan trailing behind him screaming how he’d skin him alive. 

You sat there with your arms crossed, knowing after they’d had their little fight they’d probably leave the compound goofing around to only return until their next class. You watch as Jeno and Mark are still in deep conversation about god knows what, so you get up go back to your table, and take out your phone preparing to play a mobile game until lunch is finished. 

After five minutes of playing Roblox, you see you got a text from someone.

Marknificent 🦹: So no greetings when I arrived?

You quickly open the message, instantly thinking back and realizing you indeed didn't greet him, not that it was unpurpose.

You: I should be asking you the same thing 🤨

Marknificent 🦹: Touche

Marknificent 🦹: What ya doing?

You looked behind you to see him still engaging in conversation with Jeno, well he’s mostly listening but anyway.

You: I’m actually on the toilet 💀

You: Taking a fat shit

Marknificent 🦹: ew wft dude 😭 😂

Marknificent 🦹: Well I’m popping a huge pimple on my ass rn 

You let out a snorted laugh to look back and see Mark looking away from Jeno, smiling trying to hold his laughter.

You: Are you having a serious conversation rn?

Marknificent 🦹: Yes 🧍🏻

You: So why are you texting me?

Marknificent 🦹: Well I’ve noticed we don’t really talk much in person because we’re always interrupted, so why not cheat the system?

 You: That’s not nice bro ☠️

Marknificent 🦹: He’s too deep in his story to even notice

Marknificent 🦹: Plus ima pro at multitaskin, no lies detected.

You: Im intrigued 

Marknificent 🦹: Well I asked renjun to help me with something at my place

Marknificent 🦹: You could tag along and 

Marknificent 🦹: MAYBE, i’ll show you first hand (pun intended)

You: what was the joke? 💀

You: Boy-

You: what ya mean by that? 😏

Marknificent 🦹: I shall not tell ☝️

Marknificent 🦹: You have to be there to find out 🧍🏻

You: Aaaaand what if I’m not there Mark lee

Marknificent 🦹: Well Albert, Ig you’ll never know

You: Albert 🧍‍♀️, really? 👩‍🦯

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FINALLY A HAECHA FIC WHERE I MATCH HIS FREAK

LESSSSS GOOOOOO

[the-borahae-jj]

Ugh now I’m thing about Haecha’s part cuz like OK BUT WHICH GIRL FRIEND cuz damn I’d do that upssssss

nct dream texts to finding out the nudes you send to them, you send them to your best friend first so she helps you to approve and choose poses etc (i don’t know if i made myself clear😭)

this was hard to do, ngl anon <33 but hope you enjoy!

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NCT 127 'Nature Republic’ Photobook © ICETEA9700 | take out with full credits.

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[bunny-doyounq]

sanctuary | ch.8.5

pairing: doyoung x reader

genre: fluff/angst

Synopsis: Your friends try to help you blossom, but you rather keep to yourself. But when you run into a boy on a rainy day, you begin to naturally open up to him and he slowly becomes a constant in your life.

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a/n: oh, i just realized i put “hunger over” than hungover. whoops. 😅 and wow i didnt proofread because bad grammar mistake during sicheng + jaehyun’s text. my bad 😂

[editsty]

THIS IS SO FUCKING GOOD NCT DREAM SAVED ALL US

MV : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X-iJZ0gfKPo&feature=youtu.be

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[yoonglesmin]

related disconnection | nct social media au

➵ wong yukhei / huang xuxi / lucas intro.

➵ SM University houses many musical geniuses with eccentric personalites. Equipped with vocals from the gods, rappers with fast tongues and even faster wit and of course, unbelievably graceful dancers with their calculated steps; the talent was unlimited. But so was the drama and complications. Join the boys of the NCT Dormitories as they navigate University life filled with dreams, some shitty memes and learning what it means to love someone else more than the lady who sells discount ramen.