#haechan ₊˚⊹♡₊

[chenlezip]

lets make this real ♡

PAIRING : lee donghyuck x reader.

SUMMARY : you and haechan had been fake dating for a couple months but what he didn't expect was that he had fallen for you..

WARNINGS : smut under the cut, cursing, bit of a jealous haechan? idk.. just enjoy <3

haechan could not believe it. he had fallen for you - a girl who he never had interest in - you were marks closest friend and saw his chance to use you to get someone jealous by fake dating. it had backfired on him though. "shit.." he cursed under his breath as he saw you just across the room at the party talking with his friends.

you looked outstanding - hair curled and full of volume, makeup done prettily and smoothly and your outfit.. a tight dress that showed off all your curves in the right places. he couldn't stand the sight of mark laughing and joking on with you but it's not like he could do anything - you were just fake dating.

he downed a shot that he had poured for himself a couple minutes prior, hoping the alcohol would clear his head a bit but it didn't help, it just made matters worse. he felt a pang of jealousy course through him and he just chuckled to himself.. why was he getting jealous? he seriously couldn't have feelings for you right?

finally he couldn't take it anymore, and he found himself sauntering over to where you were standing with mark and the others. as he approached, he plastered a fake smile on his face, trying to act like he wasn't feeling anything at all. "how's it going with you guys?" he asked.

"'s good hyuck," you replied with that nickname... the nickname you decided on calling him to make things feel more official. "good." he forced out a response, trying not to keep his eyes glued to yours for too long so the others didn't catch on but mark could tell.

mark raised a brow at haechan, "you wanna join us?" he questioned, inviting the latter to party with them since he kept avoiding them ever since they walked in. "yeah, sure."

after a while of partying, things had soon died down. you and the boys just got back into the dorms and you were all pretty tipsy.. some went to bed, some went straight to the living room and chucked themselves on the couch. you sat in the kitchen, nursing a cup of water. you received a text.

you've never felt more nervous in your life. you look up and see haechan walking to his room, leaving the door a pinch open. "fuck.." you mumble as you get up and walk into his room.

haechan sat on his bed, looking at you walking in and closing the door behind you. "do you not reciprocate my feelings?" he asked. he got up, edging closer before you were stuck against his door. he locked it, meeting your gaze. "speak up then."

"i.. i do but-" "but what? there is no butts. i never expected to end up liking you after fake dating but i couldn't help myself.. you're mesmerising, you know everything about me in and out, seeing you dressed like that for this party just made me want to call this fake dating shit over and have you as mine officially. lets make this real."

he snaked a hand on your hip, gripping tightly as he pulled you flush against him. "i don't know how much more i can take - you're so inviting.."

"hyuck- fuck.." you whisper as you grab his chin and force him to face you. "i like you too.. i only agreed to fake date because i wanted a chance with you even if it was because you wanted another girls attention."

thats all it took for him to press his lips harshly against yours, it turned messy and sloppy quickly, his hands moving up and down the sides of your body. he moved you to his bed, pushing you down gently and getting inbetween your legs. he left soft open mouthed kisses to thighs, moving up and up before stopping just before your obviously soak stained panties. "can i?" he asked as he looked up at you with lazy eyes - they were lust filled.

"mhm.." you hum out as you look at him, clenching around nothing. he smirked and moved a hand to the waistband of your panties, pulling them down tantalisingly slow. as soon as they were off, he attached his lips to your mound and started licking a stripe up your cunt. "ah.." you whimper as you felt him moving the pace and you were soon arching your back and grabbing his head, shoving him closer.. his nose pressed against your vulva.

"fuck- fuck, hyuck.. ngh, you feel so good.." you moaned out as you felt your stomach tightening. you threw your head back as your orgasm came crashing down on you. your legs shook and you swore you could see stars. haechan was still lapping at your pussy, riding you through your orgasm.

"w-want you so bad, hyuck.. please," you grabbed his hair and pulled him up face to face with you. haechan smiled smugly, "do you princess? want my cock so bad? my mouth wasn't enough?" he teased.

you grew red in the face, "need all of you.." you mumble as you start unbuckling his bed. he just let you, his eyes wandering down as you struggled a little with the belt buckle. "cute.." he muttered as he removed your hands. he shoved his jeans off and his boxers. "condom?" he asked and you nodded, "do you have one?"

haechan got up and reached into his bedside table, grabbing a packet and ripping it open with his teeth. you swore that was the sexiest thing you've seen him do and he just ate you out a couple minutes before.

he placed it on his dick before lining up with your hole, slowly shoving himself in. you both let out a whine, the feeling sending a wave of pleasure. "you're so fucking tight.. no one touch this pussy, huh?" haechan teased as he shoved himself in more, bottoming out once he was all the way inside for a moment. you clench around him, "d-don't tease me.." you whimper.

"baby.." he whispered in your ear as he lay his head on your collarbone. he started moving his hips, gradually getting faster and faster. his bed banging off the walls but he didn't care at this moment in time - he knew the boys were in but they were probably passed out drunk. he needed to fuck you like his life depended on it, you were so tight and so responsive to him. he didn't last long after that - his hips stuttered as he came, loud whines and whimpers exiting his lips. "oh- shit, baby.."

[domoriu]

Pookie bear if you ever get the time can you recommend your favorite fics that you’ve read🙏🏿

oh i love this question… also just a warning its 95% haechan and mark lee fics 😭 i can do another part to this too if yall want 🤫 maybe with like bnd fics ? or enhypen or something idk just lmk

kiwis fic recs !!

pussy fiend - haechan // u guys dont even understand how much i love this fic. its been 2 and a half years and im still here. like i re read it every other month. i remember exactly where i was when i read it too. like oh my god its so fucking good 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 domjaehyun you will always be famous to me please dont ever die

real talk - mark // wow. 5 stars no notes. yes.

risk it all - haechan // mhmmm 😋😋

kiss you right now - mark // also super good… like wowie….

sure thing - haechan // yeah… yeah. 😭

my words, your thoughts - haechan // so beautifully written omg… like i honestly forgot there would even be smut at the end cuz i was so invested in the story its just so good. i re read it recently and just yeah.

first love - soobin // SUCH A GOOD SERIES i loved reading this so much when it came out i still re read it sometimes… tooooooo good

mine too - haechan ft. jaehyun // really good… recently re read it and its still so good…

untitled - markhyuck // my two ults. yes. so good. fantastic give me 14 of them right now.

the boy - sunwoo // ONE OF MY FAVORITES. LITERALLY SO GOOD AND JUST UGH. LIKE RHE BUILDUP TO THEM GETTING TOGETHER. YES.

cream of the crop - changkyun // i dont usually read for monsta x but this fic has had me in a chokehold for YEARS it still does like i dont play about this fic oh my god… please

gelato - mark // the yearning… yes… like oh yeah. just yeah.

i definitely have a lot more…. literally just scroll through @haechanfart where i reblog a lot of my favorites (its mainly haechan and mark lee but theres like 4 enhypen fics in there from like 2022 if you scroll down enough 😭)

[diorcities]

Nct dream calling their gfs loml (fluff)

⠀   ⠀ ── 💌. ִֶָ ᡴꪫ nct dream calling you loml !

so cute!!. library.

mark. you think you've heard it by mistake. “what's the love of my life doing?”. lifting your head from the book to bump into his serene, distracted countenance trying to see what you're reading. “what?.” he probably thought out loud, because he repeats it again without it this time. that until he realizes, getting flustered immediately and hiding his face on your neck. “no. say it again.” ���oh, shut up.”

chenle. what a prick. he usually uses it to get away with getting his way after he's bothered you. he places kisses on your unresponsive mouth while clearly enjoying it. “you're the love of my life.” but the way he says it —with mockery in his annoying demeanor, doesn't hide the tint of affection when he pronounces it. so he drags you by the waist towards him, to continue kissing your smile.

haechan. he won't stop saying it now that he knows the reaction it has on you, but he knows that if he uses it a lot then it won't have the same effectiveness. picks the right moment, like when you're barely awake so he can wrap around your waist and bury his head on your neck. “how was your sleep, love of my life?” the way your skin bristles makes him decide that the best way to do it is to wake you up telling you that. little does he knows it'll always have the same effect because it's not just the meaning, it is also him.

jaemin. he says it all the time like it's your name, and you never get tired of hearing it. your heart still shrinks and warmth spreads in your chest. maybe he doesn't know the effect it has on you; that he says it even when he's distracted makes you want to explode. “what do you want for dinner, love of my life?” he kisses the crown of your head when you snuggle with him, and even though you're on top of him, he's not close enough for you.

renjun. he likes to surprise you with flowers every time he can. and he also likes to go on spontaneous dates on a weekday. when you ask him the reason for the special occasion, he simply answers with the greatest obviousness in the world, “because you're the love of my life.” and even though he usually says the same thing every time you ask him, you can't help but make your heart want to burst with love, and he can't help but not get tired of knowing it either.

jeno. you appreciate how hard he tries to help you with your homework, or when you're doing heavy lifting, or when you just want to reach the top shelf in the kitchen. he's always there when you need him without you knowing it. “do you need help with that, love of my life?” but it's the first time he's said it and you're too far off the ground to process it without the stool wobbling and almost falling to the floor, of course, if it weren't for your loyal helper boyfriend, catching you before you fall.

jisung. being away from you is the worst experience of his life. of course the first thing he when he's back is try to melt into a hug with you. you laugh at the effusiveness that emanates from him with his arms around you. “i missed you. love of my life.” you're both so fuzzy you don't pick up what he says at first. “what?” and because you're so close together you think you've felt his heart stop when he realizes what he's said. you stand there, laughing silly as a blush spreads down his cheeks, “you heard me.”

[https-lvesick]

lola lola lola can u rank the dreamies from the most dominant to the least?

most | JAEMIN

jaemin is a soft!dom (more like service!dom) and does absolutely anything to make you comfortable and dumb, but don't try to boss him around, he is the one in charge and you better be obedient. jaemin is also the best at punishment.

CHENLE

another one who doesn't even let you breathe (literally maybe) he's rough and you better not complain. the only time ever you tried to dominate him, he spanked your ass until you were crying and made you ride him until you were shaking. so yeah... not the best idea (or maybe yes idrk).

MARK

dom, but leaning to switch. he prefers to dominate you because he doesn't like you to worry about anything. you're his pillow princess and he'll always put your pleasure first. but doesn't oppose if you wanna dominate him, he likes it when you treat him too.

JISUNG

dom and likes it, but is subtle about it. lets you top and do what you want (or at least he lets you think you're doing what you want) but asks so gently that you really think you're doing it all because you want, but in the end, he's the one in control.

RENJUN

he'd like not to care about it, but the problem is, he needs to. he overstimulates you easily so he needs to dominate you. poor baby, so dumb to take his cock that you need to be told to do something :(

JENO

actually jeno doesn't give a fuck. doesn't care who's the sub or dom, he just needs to fuck you. if he's inside your pussy, that's enough, you can be whatever you want.

least | HAECHAN

he's the subbiest sub ever. haechan doesn't even know what to do with you when he's in charge. he doesn't like that either. needs to follow your commands, like a good puppy. even cry when you're mean to him.

[luvyeni]

ASKING THEM CAN YOU TIE A RIBBON AROUND IT 𖹭엔시티드림 ( text reaction ) !

genre smut 𖹭 warning mentions of oral , mostly jokes pairing — OT7 x fem reader | back to library .

— asking your boyfriend can you tie a ribbon around their cock.

request. can you do an nct dream ver of the enhypen ribbon text?

©️LUVYENI

[lvioung]

⠀⠀⠀ ㅤ ♡ ⠀ㅤ ꫶ ⠀ ⠀cafuné @p-oisn 𓈒 ㅤ ࿐

[haenxn]

⠀⠀⠀ ♥︎ 🎋      ✦✧͏

an anniversary for the ages⠀⠀͏͏

⏝ ི 𝄞 ྀ ⏝ | ⣷⠶⠚⣿⭐️❤︎░ ۪۪۫۫♥️՝ूɁ

[bambisnc]

(u got me confused) u got me so satisfied

situationship!haechan who’s such an enigma; every single thing he does leaves you in complete awe. the way he’s able to enter a room and raise everyone’s spirits, the way he's able to initiate full blown conversations with complete strangers and have them swooning over him in merely seconds – he’s always the center of attention, knows everything about everyone; but somehow still manages to keep his own secrets hidden away..

like you’d be out to eat with a group of friends, and he’d be doing his own thing until he sees mark being a little too friendly with you.. his best friend shouldn’t have his arm around your waist and .. why is he resting his head on your shoulder????? it doesn’t even have to be anything huge – he’d be set off simply by the fact that your attention isn’t on him.

but haechan’s never been one to back down. he’d make it seem like everything’s fine; bide his time with all the calm in the world. when he finally gets you alone though, pulled away from the rest of the people in an alley nearby, you’re in for it.

before you’d even know, he’d have you cornered against the wall. looking up at him in silent question would be totally unhelpful; you’ve been trying to discern what that look in his eyes means ever since you first made his acquaintance at school but all you’ve been able to learn so far is that once they’re on you, you feel an inexplicable rush that never fails to leave your mind reeling.

you’d make some kind of show of checking your phone and mention something about mark having texted asking where the 2 of you were, so you should probably be heading back soon.. subconsciously trying to elicit some kind of a response from him..

..and boy would he give you one.

haechan would lift your chin with his hand, lips on yours so fast that you wouldn't be able to help but let out some kind of a muffled gasp – which he'd obviously take full advantage of, by allowing his tongue to slide in against yours; hasty movements and shared breaths as you loop your arms around his neck because you really wouldn’t want to let go of him.

he would pull himself away first; smirking at the way you’d attempt to chase after his lips almost as if u don't even know you're doing it and would instead shift his focus to your neck; peppering little nips and bites here and there - barely enough to leave an imprint. 

and when you’d whine out something about him being mean he’d just display that signature cocky grin of his because didn’t you say you had to go back to mark a minute ago? so why’re you still here with him?

notes : helo <3 + [m.list] song rec : pado - nct u (hc's highnote got me SPIRALLING.)

𐙚 . regulars : @gyuvxx ⋆

[najenvhs]

who's most likely to get jealous and why?

nct dream getting jealous

sorry decided to make this for everyone because it is too good- but the top 3 would be Jisung, Haechan, and Jeno…. Anyway 🤍 sorry some are longer than others, everything is what came to my mind first.

mdi 🤍

♡ Jisung— you guys were out for a coffee date and while the two of you guys were sitting a friend from school came up. you were shocked so you stood up and gave him a hug.

Jisung watched as his hands were all over you going up and down your back and when he detached, he was still close talking and looking straight into your eyes, as he was holding your hands.

he knows you guys are just friends but this was time for the two of you and the two of you only. he just sat there getting annoyed as the conversation went on for 5 minutes till you finally sat down.

“what's wrong?” you ask confused but still riding off the high of running into an old friend.

“What, nothing… nothing at all” he responded taking a sip from his drink and looking away from you.

“Oh, I see” you replied crossing your arms and leaning back in your seat, “your jealousy huh?”

he starts chocking on his drink, coughing “What are you- no of course not”

“Sure, I guess you're not getting your surprise tonight,” you said leaning forward and looking at your nails

“y/n I said I'm sorry,” he said pleading with you.

♡ chenle— “I'm going out tonight,” you say to chenle as you guys are eating dinner at the table inside his apartment.

“oh with the girls?” he asks taking another bite of his food.

“well.. yes” you replied, you didn’t even know why you needed to tell him but you were scared if you didn’t say anything he would find out another way.

“What does well mean?” he asked raising a brow as he took a sip of his wine.

you just roll your eyes in response as you get up and go to start washing your dishes. “listen we are just paired for a project, and he was assigned to our group so we didn’t have a choice”

as you were cleaning and you heard him leave the table then felt some arms come around your stomach hugging you from behind.

“Just keep me updated,” he said in your ear as he started kissing your neck, you dropped the dishes into the sink that you were cleaning, it felt good, leaning your head over so that Chenle had even more access to your neck.

he starts rubbing one of his hands over your stomach as his other starts crawling up your chest, just then you realize what was happening, waking yourself up you made him stop by pushing him off you in a soft manner.

“what? What's wrong?” he asks wiping his lips off with the back of his hand.

“Are you jealous?” you ask pointing at him leaning against the sink

the only response he has is having his eyes wide open feeling caught making you giggle.

“no” he finally says.

“Whatever you say” you laugh as you walk past him patting his shoulder.

♡ Jaemin— “Awe y/n” you look so beautiful tonight,” Mark says going in for a hug.

“Mark, thank you” you responded prettily, holding hands with him, thanking him. you guys talked a little bit more before you finally turned around to Jaemin standing right behind you.

“you look so pretty my princess, you are the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen on this earth” he gushed as he looked at you up and down.

you guys were at a reunion event and Jaemin’s close friends were there. you knew them well so Mark giving you compliments like that was nothing that you hadn’t heard before, and of course in a platonic way, and of course same as Jaemin in a romantic way. but it felt off and you could feel it.

“Thanks, babe,” you said smiling up at him.

it was until Renjun came up to you hugging you and kissing you on your check— again the norm for when interacting with him. “y/n i'm so happy to see you happy, you are just glowing”

he was always so sweet, “Junnie, thank you”

he walked away— you turn back around to Jaemin as he quickly shifted from looking like bloody Mary just walked across the room to the normal smiling nana he normally looks like.

“what,” you said crossing your arms

“yo-you look so sexy tonight,” he says changing the subject, swiftly moving to pull you closer to him.

“please stop talking to the boys,” he said with a smile on his face close to your own.

you knew what was going on, and you were shocked, Jaemin never gets jealous, and of all days he decides to get jealous of his friends. it was kinda silly to you that he would ever believe you would leave him.

“you know Nana,” you say reaching up and wrapping your arms around his neck as his grip around your waist becomes tighter. “they are just friends,” you say in his ear

“I know” he replied removing his hands from your waist to start rubbing your back.

“well if you know so much, then you should know I don’t have a bra or underwear on tonight,” you said in his ear again.

you felt his hands stop, you could tell you shocked him so before you let go to continue saying hi to everyone else you left him with one last thing.

“if you don't stop acting jealous then I'm not coming home with you tonight”

♡ haechan— you and Haechan are lying in bed, the night before was long. you guys went to a party the boys threw for what reason? none, it was fun and ended with you and Haechan together in bed. In the morning you guys just hung out in bed till one of you got hungry.

you were on your phone looking at the photos you took last night and saw a photo of you and Jaemin where his face and yours were touching one another.

"Haechan, look at this photo I took with Jaemin isn't it cute," you said showing him the photo.

"oh, cute" he flashes a smile at you, then drops it instantly. you didn't think twice but maybe he was tired, so you went back on your phone.

you found a video and it was of you and Chenle taking shots, it was funny to you so you decided to show Haechan again.

"look watch this video of me and Chenle," you say scooting close to him in bed.

"funny" he smiles then shifts to move closer to the end of the bed.

"Okay, what's wrong," you ask dropping the phone and looking at him who is on his own.

"Nothing, I swear," he says looking at you.

"Haechan I've been dating you for years, tell me," you say crossing his arms.

"you taking pictures with another guy," he says quilty, under his breath.

"I'm sorry what?" you said looking over at him with your right ear facing him more so you could hear him clearly.

"you taking photos with Chenle and Jaemin," he says looking at you right in the eye

"so you jealous?" you ask but don't even give him the chance to say anything more before you start giggling. "Haechan, honey, I'm sitting here in bed with you, in your shirt and my panties only, yet you are jealous about me taking a photo with Jaemin and taking shots with Chenle?”

you guys just sat there in silence looking into each other's soul and before you could say anymore he broke the silence

"you know what no," he said dipping his head to kiss your cheek

"That's what I thought" you giggle again as you hold his head close to you.

♡ Jeno— it was after a three-hour lecture where you and your classmate were talking right outside the door, you knew him since high school so it was nice seeing a familiar face around campus.

you were leaning against the wall as your friend stood in front of you, you didn't think twice about it till you saw Jeno walking up but stopped midway for some reason. but you not knowing what's going on, had an even brighter smile on your face seeing him.

"Jeno-ah!" you called him over to where you and your friend were talking leaning ur body to where your whole side was leaning against the wall.

pushing yourself off of it, you walk over to Jeno dragging him over to meet your high school friend Jisung, "Jeno, this is Jisung, we went to high school together and were actually seated next to each other"

"Oh, hi, nice to meet you," Jeno said to Jisung sticking out his hand to shake.

Jeno made sure to squeeze Jisung's hand a little tighter to make sure he understood their ground making Jisung squill a little but laugh it off since he was in front of you.

you were off to the side looking at both of them, but even more at Jeno. he had a different demeanor and you could just tell something was up. the three of you continued taking a bit and when Jisung wasn't looking you would look at Jeno and mouth 'What's wrong with you' Getting back 'Nothing' in the same format right before Jisung turned his head back to the both of you.

"well, y/n, I'll see you on Wednesday for the next class, let's sit together again?" Jisung asked as he rested a hand on your shoulder.

"for sure!" you responded touching his hand while responding.

after that, he walked away and was faced with Jeno.

"what?" you asked raising an eyebrow.

"What was that?" Jeno responded.

"Well, like he said a friend from high school," you said, looking at him up and down. "what about you? what was that"

"I, you know what? I don't know," he says scratching his head.

"Lee Jeno, that was jealousy" You look up at him, and you drag him again by his arm. you lean against the wall again and pull him to where one of his arms resting on the wall beside you.

"y/n? at school?" he asks you as you undo one of the buttons of his shirt.

"there's no one around, and I mean we are just gonna kiss" You look up at him smiling.

"I'm confused? are you mad at me or?" he asks you.

"no I'm not mad at you, but you being jealous is really hot" you answered wrapping your arms around him going incating the kiss.

♡ renjun— "What," Renjun asks spitting out the water that was in his mouth.

"ah hahaha, someone tried to ask me out," you say blocking your face from the water even though you were nowhere near him.

he walked over to you, softly moving your hands away from your face, "Hopefully that wasn't to you and was for your friend you were with" he said smiling.

"No, I'm telling you he came up to me while I was away from my friend looking at clothing and asked if I was single," you respond.

renjun just looked at you blinking, "and what did you say"

"um no? Of course?" responded in shock you crossed your arms.

"anyways I thought it was kinda funny no need to be worried," you say as you try to walk away from the kitchen.

"y/n it's not funny, I mean like does this normally happen?" he asks you making you stop before leaving the kitchen.

"When you are around me never, and when you are not... sometimes," you say, "I never say yes, there's nothing to be jealous about"

"jealous?" Renjun askes.

"yes jun, jealousy!" you respond with a smirk on your face.

you walk close to him wrapping your arms around his neck and leaving a peck on his lips. "just know I love you so much, and there is no other guy I would choose over you"

he just smiled and hugged you back holding each other close and tight for a while.

♡ mark— "a concert?" marks asks you. you were invited by Haechan to go to a concert with him, and you said yes not thinking twice about how it may affect Mark.

"babe, it's Haechan, you've like known him forever, what's the problem?" you say shoving more chips in your mouth as you are sitting in the bed on the phone.

"Baby, that's the problem it's him," he says, as he's walking back and forth in front of the bed.

you didn't understand why it was such a big deal, you were fixing to put another chip in your mouth till you looked at Mark Lee going crazy which made you stop.

"oh" you abruptly say, "you're jealous"

Mark stops and turns to you who sit on the bed. you shove the chip back in the bag and leave your phone behind as you walk over on your knees to the end of the bed pulling him over by his arm.

"Markie, I love you so much you fool" you giggle, "I'll never love another man but you, but you don't need to worry about this and never think this again okay?"

"I'm sorry y/n," Mark says as he brushes some hair behind your ear and pulls you into a hug.

you end up pulling him on top of you, falling on your back, "now show me how much you love me, Mark Lee"

[hehe, I hope you guys enjoyed this sorry it took so long, I have just been a little busy and also have been cooking on this one FOR A MINUTE. I don't remember when this was asked but I'm sorry AND please enjoy. leave SOMETHING in my ask 🙈 ]

[hansolsticio]

✦ — "contar & recontar". ᯓ l. donghyuck.

— namorado ! hyuck × leitora. — 𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗴𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗮: fluff, smut & angst. — 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 3899. — 𝗮𝘃𝗶𝘀𝗼𝘀: relacionamento recém estabelecido (mas vocês estão MUITO apaixonados mesmo), ciúmes, insegurança, choro, elogios & fingering (f) — a pp é virgem. — 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗮𝘀: não assumo homem que tem melhor amiga (tive que ouvir música triste pra escrever esse aqui).

"... seis, sete, oito!", a pontinha do indicador acompanhava a contagem, saltando de uma pintinha para a outra. Hyuck sorriu mostrando os dentinhos e agarrou o seu rosto para te dar um selinho demorado — aquele era o seu prêmio. A ação remontava uma memória anterior ao início do relacionamento de vocês, mais especificamente, referia-se ao primeiro beijo que Donghyuck te deu.

Quando ainda estavam presos na fase do "não somos só amigos, porém ainda não temos certeza do que somos", você e Hyuck tinham um problema sério em dar passos adiante. Propositalmente ignoravam o elefante no meio da sala, fingindo que não viviam suspirando de amor pelos cantos. Mesmo quem visse de longe saberia diagnosticar a relação entre vocês: eram dois idiotas completamente apaixonados.

Entretanto, antes que a paixão fosse tão perceptível assim, Donghyuck foi o seu "quase" por muito tempo. Ninguém em volta sabia definir o momento exato no qual a amizade deixou de ser só amizade. Somente aconteceu. Foi espontâneo e paciente, como uma corrente de água que vai aos poucos revelando as pedrinhas no fundo do rio — levando um grãozinho de areia por vez. De maneira parecida, a necessidade de ser um do outro foi aparecendo aos poucos, bem diante dos seus olhos. Vocês levaram um tempo para processar que os abraços estavam se tornando cada vez mais longos e que se soltar, de repente, havia se tornado uma tarefa muito inconveniente.

Você fingia não notar que Hyuck amava te dar cheirinhos no pescoço só para ficar mais perto de você, tudo isso sob a desculpa de que ele só estava tentando descobrir qual perfume você usava — ele sempre soube o nome e você nunca trocou de fragrância desde que o conheceu. Assim como Hyuck fingia não notar que você adorava ficar de mãos dadas com ele, sob a desculpa de estar brincando com os anéis que adornavam os dedos bonitos — curiosamente, você sempre esquecia de brincar com os anéis, optando somente por entrelaçar os dedos de vocês dois.

O círculo de amizades de vocês não estava "cansado" dessa situação. Não, não é a palavra certa — seria adoçar demais. Eles estavam de saco cheio mesmo. Ninguém aguentava mais ver vocês dois completamente presos no mundinho de vocês, agindo como se ninguém mais existisse. E não, não é que eles fossem contra o fato de vocês ficarem juntos, definitivamente não! Porém, afirmavam que se vocês iriam agir como um casal grudento toda vez que o grupo marcasse de sair, então que vocês ao menos se assumissem logo como um casal de verdade. E, interessantemente, foi numa dessas situações, onde o mundo era só seu e de Donghyuck, que as coisas finalmente mudaram.

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Estavam jogados no sofá da sala de Chenle, sentadinhos lado a lado com as suas pernas em cima do colo de Hyuck — ele que insistia em colocá-las nessa posição sempre que vocês sentavam juntos. O restante do grupo estava do lado de fora curtindo o clima. Havia virado uma programação semanal: todo domingo tinha churrasquinho e piscina na casa do Zhong. E era para vocês dois estarem do lado de fora junto com o pessoal, mas Hyuck havia sofrido uma leve insolação recentemente, sendo assim, precisava evitar o sol.

Só que o moreno era teimoso, persistente na ideia de querer ir para fora, alegando que sobreviveria se passasse protetor solar suficiente. Porém, era você quem dava a última palavra. E considerando que não era necessário muito esforço para notar que o Lee estava parecendo um camarão, você refutou todos os argumentos fajutos do homem. Decidiu que ele ficaria dentro da casa e a birra acabou ali, ponto final. Habilidade que, em tempos passados, seus amigos considerariam digna de admiração. Entretanto, esse não era mais o caso, todo mundo já sabia que você era a única capaz de colocar Hyuck "na coleira".

Todavia, o fato de você ter conseguido dar fim à birra, não significava o mesmo que acabar com o jeito dengoso do homem. Ele não era bobo, não sairia dessa situação sem ganhar nada. Por isso, insistiu que só te obedeceria se você ficasse ali dentro, junto com ele. E você nem queria algo assim. Tsc, uma oportunidade de ficar sozinha com Hyuck? Claro que não! Até fez seu charminho, chamando ele de bebezão e tudo que tinha direito. Mas, Ei! A quem você queria enganar? Não demorou nada até estar na posição que se encontrava no momento, aproveitando os carinhos que o moreno fazia na sua perna enquanto reclamava todo bicudo sobre querer ir para a piscina.

"Cê nem quis testar a minha ideia. Era só passar bastante protetor, se começasse a arder eu entrava de novo.", murmurou manhoso, as bochechas infladinhas faziam ele parecer um garotinho.

"Não. Se começasse a arder você iria querer pagar de fortão lá fora e acabaria piorando a situação.", para você, o moreno já havia se tornado um livro aberto. Donghyuck bufou, fechou os olhos como se estivesse te ignorando — tudo isso sem cessar o carinho na sua pele, um ótimo ator. Você resvalou as pontas dos dedos nas pintinhas do pescoço do moreno, achava a característica um charme, as contava e recontava sempre que podia. "Pelo menos elas não ficaram queimadinhas também.", referiu-se aos tão amados sinazinhos. Hyuck sorriu. Um sorriso diferente. Um sorriso de quem estava prestes a aprontar alguma coisa.

"Quantas são?"

"Hm?", você ficou confusa com a pergunta repentina.

"As pintinhas. Se você acertar quantas são... eu te dou um prêmio.", propôs, o sorriso ladino nunca saindo dos lábios bonitos. Era a oferta mais boba que você já havia recebido em muito tempo. Quer dizer, elas estavam bem ali... qual era a dificuldade em contar? Nem achava que precisava, já havia feito o trajeto pelo rosto e pescoço de Hyuck inúmeras vezes. Porém o brilho diferente nos olhos do moreno te incitava a participar da brincadeira. Levantou indicador, prestes a traçar o mesmo caminho que costumava fazer quando contava os pontinhos, mas ele negou com cabeça.

"Com a boca.", te corrigiu. Levou uns bons segundos até que você processasse.

"Quê?", queria checar se havia ouvido corretamente, temia estar ficando louca.

"Dá beijinho 'pra contar.", esclareceu o pedido. Agora você tinha a certeza: estava ficando louca. Sua pele queimava tanto que você questionava a possibilidade da insolação ser uma condição contagiosa — ou se Lee Donghyuck era o próprio sol. Ficou sem reação, olhando-o completamente abobalhada. "Eu tô todo ardido, gatinha. 'Cê não quer me ajudar a sarar?", o rostinho manhoso foi suficiente para te arrematar.

Suspirou, aproximando-se do pescoço dele — havia decidido contar de baixo para cima. Conseguiu registrar o momento exato no qual Hyuck arrepiou, sentindo o ar quentinho pincelar a pele daquela área. O primeiro beijinho fez a respiração do homem ficar presa na garganta, mas você nem percebeu, estava ocupada demais tentando lutar contra o frio que sentia na barriga. Era uma ação tão simples, porém você jura nunca ter estado com os nervos tão à flor da pele. Os próximos selos arrancaram suspiros de vocês dois, Hyuck apertava os olhos, como se o contato fosse a coisa mais intensa que ele já sentiu na vida.

Os beijinhos chegaram ao rosto e você acreditava já ter se perdido na contagem de um número tão pequeno. As mãos dele, ainda paradinhas na suas pernas, apertavam a carne com certo vigor — espalhando calor pelo local. Ao soar do último estalinho, o Lee se virou vagarosamente. O narizinho bonito roçou contra a sua bochecha, era um pedido. Foi sua vez de apertar os olhos e abrir espaço, dando permissão para que Hyuck te beijasse.

Tudo começou com uma série de selinhos demorados, como se finalmente poder ser capaz de sentir sua boca na dele fosse o suficiente para apaziguar todo o desejo que ele sentia. Mas não era o bastante. Não para Hyuck. Não para você. Ele envolveu seu rosto com as mãos, as sobrancelhas franzidas davam um aspecto sofrido à expressão dele, como se o homem silenciosamente te pedisse por mais. Você entendeu e logo tomou os lábios dele com necessidade.

Hyuck era macio e molhadinho, a boca quente parecia te esquentar de dentro para fora. O ritmo era sensual e te deixava mole com facilidade. Ele sugava seus lábios, alternando-os, fazendo questão de te fazer sentir a língua geladinha entrando na sua boca. Sua cabeça não sabia lidar com o jeitinho gostoso que o beijo de vocês encaixou. O homem te consumia como se já houvesse feito isso um monte de vezes, era difícil não suspirar e era mais complicado ainda prender todos os sonzinhos satisfeitos dentro da sua garganta. Donghyuck finalmente sorriu ao te sentir segurando mais um gemidinho e descolou os lábios dos seus para te deixar respirar.

"Gostou do seu prêmio?", a proximidade do rostinho ainda te deixou ver ele arquear as sobrancelhas, sugestivo. Você estava presa entre se irritar com o jeitinho zombeteiro e morrer de vergonha bem ali. Sem pensar, estapeou o braço dele, voltando a si quando ouviu-o exclamar um som dolorido — a insolação.

"Meu Deus! Desculpa!"

[...]

Ficaram o restante do dia desse jeito. Roubavam beijos molhadinhos um do outro quando tinham certeza que ninguém estava por perto — pareciam até dois adolescentes namorando escondido. Estavam convencidos de que eram espertinhos o suficiente, até tomarem um baita susto com a porta de vidro da varanda se abrindo. Os minutos em que Jaemin atravessou o cômodo com uma cara super suspeita até voltar da cozinha segurando seis garrafinhas de cerveja de um jeito super desajeitado, foram os mais desconfortáveis da vida de vocês. O homem sustentava um "side-eye" sinistro e o fato de você e Hyuck não darem uma palavra sequer durante todo o percurso só piorava a situação.

O ruído da porta se fechando soou novamente e foi como um peso tirado das costas de vocês dois. Suspiraram aliviados, sorrindo cúmplices um para o outro. Sua mão tomou o rosto de Hyuck outra vez, não queria mais ter que ficar longe da boquinha bonita. Os lábios rosinhas encontraram os seus, quando enfim...

"VOCÊS NÃO VÃO ACREDITAR NO QUE EU ACABEI DE VER LÁ DENTRO!", Na Jaemin era uma peste.

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Contar as pintinhas virou um hábito depois desse dia, especialmente quando vocês dois finalmente assumiram o namoro para os amigos de vocês — na ocasião, Hyuck foi jogado na piscina de roupa e tudo, um "presente" por ter deixado de ser frouxo. Mas não se tratava só de hábito, era uma linguagem que só vocês dois entendiam. As mãozinhas que puxavam seus dedos para tocar os sinais entoavam um "eu te amo" sincero, muito antes que as vozes de vocês fossem capazes de proclamar esse amor.

No entanto, a comunicação estava sendo constantemente interrompida ultimamente. Como uma mensagem que mal passava pelo filtro sem cair na caixa postal, o "eu te amo" silencioso de vocês começava a perder a intensidade. Para quem visse de fora, não era difícil perceber o que fez "a chave virar". Você não era uma pessoa tão discreta assim, porém não era suficiente para que Hyuck percebesse — e isso estava te torturando aos pouquinhos.

Era bem claro que você era um acontecimento relativamente recente na vida do homem e esse fato não te incomodava de maneira alguma — afinal tudo tem um começo. Porém, as coisas só são boas até serem comparadas numa métrica que não lhes cabe. E o seu erro estava sendo esse: comparação. O problema tinha nome, sobrenome e parecia conhecer Donghyuck como a palma da própria mão.

Kim Haewon era bonita, simpática e parecia ser uma ótima pessoa. A chegada repentina dela não te assustou, sabia da existência dela desde o início — bem como sabia que ela morava a algumas horas de distância. Só que uma coisa é ouvir a voz da mulher nas partidas que Hyuck jogava tão acirradamente com ela e mais alguns amigos e outra coisa é vê-la interagir pessoalmente com o seu namorado.

Você foi introduzida brevemente à história dos dois, não havia muito o que saber: os dois eram vizinhos e haviam sido criados praticamente juntos, só se separando quando Haewon se mudou para fazer faculdade. Saber disso não te tranquilizou em nada, era o repertório perfeito de uma história de amor. Não demorou para que você presumisse coisas e surgisse com as próprias teorias — sua mente mais uma vez sendo sua maior inimiga.

Até tentou passar por cima disso tudo, afinal era o que pessoas maduras faziam, não era? Não queria que Hyuck achasse que você era uma maluca, surtada de ciúmes. E a mulher sequer estava te dando motivos para se sentir dessa maneira, dava para perceber que a proximidade deles era meramente fraternal. Seu namorado também não havia mudado — ou pelo menos você tentava se convencer disso. Seu julgamento estava claramente enviesado, era complicado saber no que acreditar.

Só que a situação não demorou a enfraquecer todos os seus esforços para sair como confiante. Não dava para ignorar como Haewon parecia saber todas as coisas favoritas de Hyuck, ou todas as piadinhas internas que você sequer conseguia resgatar a razão, ou o modo como ele parecia facilmente rir de qualquer coisa que ela dizia e muito menos como, naquela noite, a família inteira de Donghyuck parecia tão alegre com a presença da mulher — foi mais do que suficiente para que você se sentisse uma completa intrusa.

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Não queria ter ficado. Amava a companhia de Hyuckie e ficaria do lado dele para sempre se pudesse. Mas hoje, só hoje, você precisava muito estar sozinha. Sentia seus pensamentos te sobrecarregando e não sabia por quanto tempo conseguiria esconder isso do seu namorado. Não queria preocupá-lo com algo que, ao seu ver, era completamente imaturo da sua parte — e olha que você sempre se considerou uma pessoa muito compreensiva. Mas nesses momentos você era lembrada que não passava de um ser humano, tinha expectativas e desejos como qualquer outra pessoa. Então mesmo que considerasse esse sentimento completamente irracional, isso não era capaz de te tornar imune à experienciá-lo.

O moreno voltou ao cômodo, o cheirinho de shampoo espalhou-se pelo quarto no mesmo instante. Você fechou os olhos, fingia estar dormindo. Julgava ser melhor assim, não tinha coragem suficiente para interagir com ele nesse momento. Sentiu a cama sucumbir um pouco ao seu lado, Hyuck estava bem na sua frente. Quase praguejou, deveria ter se virado antes dele entrar no quarto — agora não sabia se conseguiria manter a atuação se ele ficasse te encarando.

"Cê sabe que dá 'pra ver seu olho mexendo, né?", a voz doce te assustou, acompanhando uma risadinha quando Hyuck viu seu corpo saltar um pouquinho. Seus olhos se abriram, mas o rosto se mantinha inexpressivo. Deu para perceber que ele estava confuso com a sua falta de reação. A mão dele executou o mesmo movimento que já havia sido repetido dezenas de vezes entre vocês dois, enlaçou os seus dedos, trazendo-os até o pontinhos do rosto. E você queria ter forças para retribuir, jura que sim, mas a ação só fez o nó preso na sua garganta crescer mais ainda. Recolheu o próprio braço para cobrir o rosto, sentindo as lágrimas se tornando abundantes demais para serem contidas.

Sentiu os braços dele te envolverem e te trazerem para perto, o corpo balançava junto com os soluços. O coração parecia muito pesado para ficar quieto dentro do peito. Você se sentia uma criança novamente, egoísta. Detestava a ideia de dividir Hyuck, queria que ele fosse só seu — queria que ele quisesse ser só seu. O sentimento era incômodo demais de se carregar, nunca havia se sentido assim sobre ninguém. As mãozinhas se agarraram à camiseta dele, como se o homem fosse sumir a qualquer momento.

Ele tentava te consolar, ainda muito confuso sobre tudo, acariciava seu corpo e selava o topo da sua cabeça. Não sabe por quanto tempo chorou, mas o homem não te soltou por um segundo sequer.

"Me desculpa.", seu namorado foi o primeiro a quebrar o silêncio que se instalou. Finalmente criou coragem para levantar o rosto e olhá-lo, o rostinho choroso quebrou Hyuck em pedaços. "Foi algo que eu fiz, não foi?", você negou imediatamente, não o culpava pelo que sentia. "O que aconteceu?", questionou suave, como se você fosse quebrar a qualquer momento. Abriu a boca algumas vezes, mas não sabia como colocar tudo em palavras sem soar como uma completa idiota. "Você sabe que eu te amo, não sabe?", a frase pareceu te tirar de órbita, ainda não havia ouvido essa exata sequência deixar os lábios de Hyuck.

"Ama?", balbuciou, ainda meio descrente.

"Porra, claro que sim. Eu te amo tanto, meu amor. 'Tô me sentindo um babaca de só ter falado isso depois de ter te machucado.", franziu o rosto em desapontamento.

"Eu também te amo, Hyuckie.", suspirou a confissão. Ele hesitou, a mão timidamente segurou a sua — você sabia o que ele queria te pedir. Não deixou que ele completasse o movimento, segurou o rosto do homem, puxando-o para um beijo carente. E foi tão reconfortante, é como se dentro do beijo dele você pudesse ter a confirmação de Hyuck era só seu. Não podia imaginar ele apropriando-se de alguém do mesmo jeitinho que ele fazia com você.

Era difícil explicar, a língua inquieta parecia desenhar cada uma das letras do nome dele dentro da sua boca e as digitais que se afundavam na sua cintura faziam força o suficiente para ficarem marcadas para sempre na sua pele. Hyuck era seu e você queria dar cada uma das suas partes para ele — até as que você não gostava.

Por outro lado, Haechan era consumido pela necessidade de cuidar de você. Não superava o fato de ter feito você chorar e, ainda que estivesse sentindo o próprio coração quebrado, ele estava mais preocupado em juntar os seus pedacinhos. Queria te mostrar todo o amor que ele tinha, queria que você se sentisse bem — de todas as maneiras possíveis. Foi instinto aprofundar ainda mais o beijo, sugava seus lábios com fervor e esfregava a língua na sua sem nem se preocupar com a bagunça que fazia.

Os estalinhos molhados foram interrompidos com o homem posicionando o corpo em cima do seu. Hyuck enterrou o rostinho no seu pescoço, sorvia e mordia todos os lugares possíveis. Tentava provar que era capaz de fazer você se sentir bem, que te merecia. Todos os contatos entre vocês ainda não haviam avançado para nada sexual, porém nesse momento parecia tão certo querer te dar prazer que o homem sequer se questionou. As mãos entraram pelo tecido fino do seu pijama, apalpando os seios macios com carinho. Massageava os biquinhos com as pontas dos dedos quando voltou a te beijar.

Um frio na barriga insistente te fazia arrepiar, era bom, queria que a sensação se espalhasse pelo seu corpo inteiro. Tentava retribuir a sensação gostosinha circulando as pernas na cintura do seu namorado, forçou o quadril dele contra o seu, sentindo o volume rígido roçar bem em cima do seu íntimo. O grunhido entoado entre os seus lábios te incentivou a repetir a ação, movia-se necessitada, querendo sentir o carinho de Hyuck naquela parte também. Mas ele te impediu, predendo sua cintura contra a cama. Os dedos acariciaram sua bucetinha por cima do tecido, você gemia ansiosa, sentindo seu pontinho pulsar.

"Hyuckie, faz direito...", o pedido manhoso fez o homem sorrir. O jeitinho faminto que seu namorado te olhava fazia você se melar inteira, não entendia como ainda não havia observado esse lado dele. Assistiu-o levar dois dedos à própria boca, a sucção molhadinha te deixava hipnotizada, sentiu a própria boca umedecendo — queria chupar os dedos dele também. Ele colocou essa mesma mão dentro do seu shortinho, não conseguindo esconder o sorriso ao perceber que você não usava calcinha. Os dígitos meladinhos acariciaram as dobrinhas, espalhando a saliva do seu namorado por todos os cantinhos.

"Sua bucetinha é tão gostosa, meu amor. 'Tá toda molhadinha.", a outra mão fazia um cafuné gostoso no seu cabelinho. O homem ainda fazia questão de encher seu rosto de beijinhos, como se você fosse uma boneca. "Porra, é tão boa pra mim.", desenhava círculos lentinhos no seu clitóris, vendo suas pernas se abrindo mais ainda.

"Hyuckie...", choramingou dengosinha, não queria nada, só parecia natural chamar pelo seu namoradinho — era estranhamente gostoso gemer o apelidinho fofo.

"O Hyuckie pode colocar um dedinho, amor?", você acenou de automático, tentando se abrir mais ainda para ele. O dedo médio foi forçado na sua entradinha, entrando com calma. "Que buraquinho apertado, princesa. 'Cê é tão gostosa, porra. Eu te amo.", franziu a testa, ainda selava seu rostinho — tentando descontar a pulsação persistente dentro da calça. Você se sentia bobinha pelo tesão, ouvir seu namorado falar desse jeito te tirava o foco. Forçou-se contra a mão dele, queria gozar ouvindo a voz do homem. "Fica tão linda sendo fodida, amor. Nem acredito que essa bucetinha é só minha..."

"Mais forte, por favor.", a voz parecia um miadinho, olhava-o por baixo dos cílios.

"Quer mais forte, meu amor? É tão bonitinha pedindo. Quer que o Hyuckie coloque outro dedinho em você também?", você concordou com as duas ofertas, mas dava para ver que mal conhecia os seus limites. Suas mãos agarraram o cabelo de Hyuck assim que sentiu outro dedo te invadir, machucava gostosinho — a dor ia acabar te fazendo gozar, tinha certeza.

Ele entendeu os sinais, tanto que socou devagarinho, não queria machucar mais a princesinha dele. O homem passou a estimular seu pontinho com a palma da mão, sem cessar o movimento dos dedinhos. Precisou te beijar para abafar seus chorinhos — as paredes eram finas, não queria que ninguém te ouvisse. Você lamuriava uma série de "Hyuckie's" contra a boca dele, sentindo um orgasmo gostoso te tomando. O corpo tremia, forçava os quadris contra os dedos dele, mesmo sentindo o buraquinho arder — queria Hyuck te arruinando.

"Foi tão boa 'pra mim, meu amor. Tão boa... eu te amo tanto, minha princesa.", selava o seu rosto inteirinho, te distraindo da aflição ao tirar os dedinhos bem devagar. Você ofegava afoita, os olhos quase não se abriram novamente. Ainda sentia o corpo tomado pela euforia, quando suas mãos desceram até a barra do short que ele usava, os olhinhos escuros te enchiam de excitação — queria tudo de uma vez com Hyuck. Sentiu ele segurar seus pulsos, levando-os até a altura do rosto. O homem selou as palmas das suas mãos, fazendo você abraçar as bochechas dele com elas.

"Eu não te mereço agora, amor. Ainda não.", dava para ver a sinceridade nos olhos dele. O Lee sentia o desejo corroendo a própria carne, mas se achava incapaz de se livrar do sentimento de culpa. Só queria que você se sentisse bem e isso não implicava que ele ganharia algo em troca.

"Não é culpa sua.", tentou argumentar.

"Eu sei que é.", Hyuck era teimoso, sempre foi. Você suspirou, não poderia fugir do assunto por tanto tempo quanto queria.

"A Haewon...", murmurou meio cabisbaixa, não conseguia afastar o pensamento de que estava sendo infantil. Ele levou alguns segundos para processar a menção repentina à mulher, mas pareceu juntar os pontos.

"Quer que eu converse com ela?", sugeriu e você negou veementemente, provavelmente se sentiria ridícula se ele tivesse que fazer algo assim.

"Ela é sua melhor amiga.", argumentou.

"E você é o meu amor." , te refutou quase que de imediato. "É importante 'pra mim."

# — © 2024 hansolsticio ᯓ★ masterlist.

n/a: eu fui tão melosa aqui, ewwwwww 😖

[chenlezip]

random bf!haechan texts . . .

SUMMARY : random texts haechan sends you as your boyfriend

WARNINGS : little suggestive.. it’s haechan, what do we expect?! :>

A/N : had to add a lil watermark to the photo i took of haechan at tds3 .. sobbing rn i miss my dreamies :(

[versocanibal]

⠀ ⠀ OO6ㅤㅤ ‎气息.ㅤ ‎ㅤ⎯⎯ㅤㅤ ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১ ✿ ♥︎

[diorcities]

⠀   ── ★ ˚˳ ⊹ ✉️ ⁺ things you leave at their place.

someone on x mentioned about jaemin being obsessed with miffy all of a sudden and now i have to write about it cause we both think it's not his but his gf's 😭 library

next: things they leave at your place.

jaemin: stuffed animals. you were a little embarrassed to admit that you couldn't sleep comfortably because of that, but jaemin knew you; he'd visited your apartment before, of course, he's familiar with your habit; he knows what's your favorite of them all. it sleeps between you two, but sometimes you forget it at your place, so little by little his bed began to fill up with stuffed animals that he complacently buys for you, that somehow gives him company when you're away from him.

haechan: dried flowers. he's partially the reason why all the books that are not his in his apartment have petals pressed between the pages. of course, you like flowers, but what you like most is to preserve them 'cause they mean that much to you. he likes to borrow some of your books from your place, but sometimes you forget half of them have flowers still in there so every time he tries to read he finds them between the pages.

jeno: plants. his apartment slowly transform into your mini flower sanctuary because —silly you, you keep buying plants even when you don't have room for one more. you often bring them to his place claiming they need a new home; jeno's apartment apparently has greater sunlight than yours, but why does jeno feel warmer when he visits you? because it feels familiar? maybe it's because he likes you a little. or just like your flowers, he likes you a lot.

chenle: things to knit. every time his friends go to his apartment he must make up the story that he's started knitting thanks to you and your habit of leaving your knitting things in his place. telling the truth would be easier if it weren't for the fact that chenle doesn't even know what to say because, of course, friends sometimes forget things in each other's apartment all the time, but your things always tend to be forgotten in his room.

mark: perfumes. he's a sucker. he spends his time trying to smell more when the scent of your perfume dances in the air or stays impregnated on his clothes when you greet him. so much so that when you forget them on his place, he perfumes the corners of his apartment, as if he could invoke you with it. thinking that if he puts perfume on the pillows, maybe you are the one who leaves your scent when you stay overnight.

jisung: lipstick. your favorite lipsticks had started to become scarce until you discovered that they weren't lost but somehow found again at jisung's place. once you found one in the bathroom, you thought you had forgotten it when you ended up in his apartment after an outing with friends, but then, then he lent you his jacket and there was another one there. and when he kissed you, and kissed you, and kissed you, and you woke up the next day in his room, you weren't so surprised anymore that there was one right next to his bed, on the bedside table.

renjun: shoes. it's not so rare. you arrive at your mutual friends' room, take off your shoes and after laughing and drinking, you end up with someone else's because you can't find yours. and then, later, after months, it starts to be a habit. you both have the same style, although he must admit that he likes yours better. and you probably think he's clueless for taking yours, when in reality he's always waiting for you to pick them up at his apartment.

[y-ves]

𝗅𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋ㅤ𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 ㅤ. ㅤ𝗁𝖺𝖾𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇

[hyuckfull]

haechan’s fucking you and your eyes are rolled to the back of your head from how rough he’s being. all the while, he’s smiling at how much you’re so affected by him.

the girth of his cock deliciously embraced by the wet-warm feeling of your tight cunt around him. and you call for his name in every sharp thrust.

he is so amused by you. that you’re so sensitive to him. even just the feeling of his breath tickling your neck has you clenching even tighter around him.

and even when you’ve came he’s still going at it, using his thumb to further overstimulate you as your start to gush on his cock. he teases, “baby, you’re just so cute when i’m making you cum.” and you’re still cumming.

your hands are cupping his cheeks, looking at him with a blurry vision as your try to lean in to kiss him. and he’d coo, leaning in to kiss you himself, continuing to fuck you. he just thinks it’s so cute even when he hasn’t given you a chance to calm down from your high, and you still want to kiss him. “you’re so perfect baby.” he mumbles through the kiss.

your legs shake from the sensitivity, you’re overstimulated. and yet you pull him to your embrace, wanting even more.

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[hanbinniesmango]

First Kiss with Nct Dream (hyung line)

kyy note//: im like sleep deprived rn, but let’s not stop the grind🤭💗 anyways hope ya like ittt

mark: you guys are watching a movie after a long day out, you guys been laughing at scenes, cringing, and almost crying, and when talking about crying, it’s mostly you. the movies been going on for a while now, you both have ate your snacks and are now practically cuddling up near each other with the soft blankets lay atop both of you. the movie isn’t rated r at all, it’s rather more on the emotional side. you guys are watching it happily until a kissing scene comes up. the kissing on the screen is pretty intimate. it’s not marks fault that thoughts of you and him recreating that scene bubble up in his little head. he shifts in his seat and blush starts to dust his cheeks, he starts biting his lip contemplating if he should ask you. he’s watching you watch the movie happily. it’s almost like he’s studying you. studying the way you also blush, the way you did your hair today, the way smile slightly at the certain parts, the way you turn to to look at him when you see him staring at you. snap out of it mark! ask her! “can i..” he glances down to your lips, you looking at his and back at his eyes. “can i kiss you?…please?” he finally says with an exhale. “i would really like that now.” you say with a smile before he dives into your lips, kissing them gently. then your arms are around his neck, and his caressing your face lovingly. something’s telling you both this won’t be only a one time thing.

renjun: you somehow end up asleep on his lap, your phone by your side and his in his hand. he’s now pausing the video he was on to look down at you. he’s smiling at the comfortable state you’re in, your soft breathing, your placid face, not to admit the way you hug up to him, the fact that you even feel comfortable doing stuff like this with him! he’s just renjun, just plain old renjun. wait. why is he thinking about this, you’re his best friend, why is he staring at you with such intent?? he tries to catch himself, but you seem to have other plans. “renjun?…” you open your eyes and say, eyes darting up to the ones staring back above you. you see the way he’s looking at you, it isn’t just aimless, it’s full of something, and you’re sure you’re starting to feel it too. you both look each other in the eyes, he gets closer to your face. should he do it? what if— you lean up and connect your lips with his. he pulls away. he then goes back in for another, then another, then— now you guys are making out. woohoo!

jeno: you guys are a new couple and have been dating for at least 2-3 weeks now, but you’ve wanted to take it slow and be careful with it. you didn’t want to move too fast and mess something up so that’s how it’s been for the past weeks. you guys are out on a date at the park, somewhere with a beautiful outside exterior. the sun is shining on you, the flowers are bloomed fully, the birds are singing out, and there are kids laughing and playing around in the distance. you both are sitting on a park bench watching some kids play tag in the area, before he gets up. he walks off and crouches down in front of a flower bed. you tilt your head at him, wondering what he could be possibly doing. “what are you doin, nono?” you say with a hint of confusion. he pulls something up and then comes back over to you with a sweet smile. he holds a colorful flower near your face, it’s so beautiful. “i wonder who the real flower is?” he says. you giggle, finding his cheesy line funny. he then puts the flower behind your ear and caresses your cheek gently whilst staring at you lovingly. you look back up at him, leaning into his touch. he smiles wide before swiping his thumb over your bottom lip. “you’re so beautiful, sweets.” he mumbles out. “thanks ba—“ he leans down to kiss you, you freezing but then you start moving your lips with him. both of your lips moving slowly together. what a beautiful day.

haechan: he’s over at your place and you both are just chatting it out as usual. just one of those hours of the day where you both gossip, rant, talk about old times, shows, humor it out. it started out with you both talking about some old memories that happened at your younger ages, that one time when you fell of your bike and cried until you felt like you couldn’t cry anymore. you actually don’t know why you cried, either because you scuffed your knee or because you failed at riding and haven’t touched a bike since then. don’t know though! he laughs with you, agreeing with your stories, maybe disagreeing because he feels as if you’re making fun of him at certain parts. such a baby. he starts telling the dumbest jokes, even worse, they’re dad jokes. you groan out at most of them, sometimes cringing, then also laughing because you find his corny little jokes humorous. you guys then start talking about your love life in the past and nowadays. you tell him about how you haven’t found your special person yet and you’re just waiting for them to fall out the sky. ‘what if your special person was right in front of you this whole time? what if you didn’t have to wait?’ he thought all of a sudden. his eyes start trailing down to your lips, him watching your plush lips move, imagining how it would feel on his. while he’s zoned out on your lips you start to notice he’s not paying attention to you talking. you’re about to clear your throat to gain back attention, but then you see what all his attention is going to. your lips. was he watching you talk, just to see the way your lips were moving? affirmative! “haechan?” you speak out, snapping him out of his trance. he sends you multiple apologies trying to cover up until you ask him, “do you wanna kiss me channie?” and suddenly it’s quiet. that doesn’t stop him from nodding his head though. with a smile and some pink, dusted cheeks you both kiss and to you guys surprise, you both like it. it won’t hurt to steal another right?