#haechan ₊˚⊹♡₊

[chenlezip]

lets make this real ♡

⤷ 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.."

[diorcities]

⠀   ⠀ ── ִֶָ ᡴꪫㅤㅤwhen a guy calls you

mdni. library.

“get rid of him.” jeno had exhausted his patience when the phone rang again. he's been calling all night and it was starting to irritate him. you were lost in the clouds, eyes full of tears and pretty face cortorted with pleasure. holding out the phone to you and staring roughly, his gaze soften when he looks at you through the haze, trying to hold back from thrusting you when you pick up the call and your voice sounds exactly how he wanted it to sound: like you're being fucked hard.

“wanna answer this?” your stomach churns with a shudder as haechan suggests to stop the friction of his length filling you. the sweet, vicious sensation barely gives you anything to think about, and the constant swaying every time he goes in and out stimulates you to the brim. knowing that you won't be able to string words together, you still shake your head and whine a no as your hands awkwardly push him further into you. he laughs shortly, “d'you get that? don't call again.”

“guess you're not cumming soon.” when mark reaches out to your phone, you notice that he's fed up. you see —between your lashes and half-closed eyes— as he leaves the mobile next to the pillow that you've been biting for a long time. he changes the pace for the th time and start to rock in and out torturously slow and hard you almost let out a whimper knowing that the more they call, the more mark is going to drive you into limbo and leave you there if he keeps edging you as a punishment.

“she's busy.” chenle lowers his gaze to you where he caresses your puffy cheek. his face twitches with raw pleasure as he pushes his pelvis in, filling your mouth with his masculinity. a few more thrusts, his mouth opens and your stomach tightens in terror thinking he's going to let out a groan while cumming. his head pulls back as his load imbues your tongue with him just as he sneers, “well, she can't talk right now. see ya.”

“i dare you, pretty.” jaemin buries himself more in you, making you arch when he has clearly seen you take your phone to see who's calling you so much. your fingers instinctively go to his hair when you feel him eating you with tongue and lips. his finger twirl inside while fingering you, enticing whiny moans out of you and your narrowed eyes see him look at you with intense palpable possessiveness, challenging you to answer.

“yes?” your stomach tenses and jisung lets out a curse when you slow down on top of him. he leans back to keep you out of reach while he has a conversation with the person on the other end while his long hand pinches one of your breast before resting on your waist, urging you to keep riding him. he's trying so hard not to moan that it's tempting you to go all the way down on him. “sure thing, ma'am... —” your stomach tightens in fright when you finally realize, making him grin. “i'll give her your message.”

“answer.” renjun holds out the phone and wants you to pick up while he doesn't stop for you to do so. in fact, the movements intensify and further liquefy your mind. you try to restrain yourself enough to sound sane, when the reality is that your voice sounds pasty and shaky by the constant rocking of his thrusts readjusting your guts. and the cruel grin on his face only makes it worse when he obviously notices that clearly, you can't. “go on. talk.”

[mejaemin]

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bday girl - lee donghyuck

18+ mdni !!! wc: 1.5k summary: it’s your birthday, and caramel!hyuck makes sure you feel nothing but loved warnings: somno, oral (f rec), cumming in pants ><, fluff !!! an: happy 400 guys !!! here’s a little gift <3 i haven’t written smut in sooo long… sorry if this is kinda trash or a lil rushed :/ im still getting back into it !!! (caramel masterlist here!! ʕ ᵔⰙᵔ⠕ʔ)

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it’s around noon when your eyes flutter open, squirming gently at the tingling feeling between your legs. you reach your arm out to hyuck’s spot next to you in your bed, ready to request his help, when he speaks up.

“good morning, baby.” his fingers are resting inside of you, pausing once he saw you wake up. staring in a half asleep daze at him laying between your legs, his curly hair pushed out of the way with a hair band, cheeks glistening with arousal, he leans down to press a gentle kiss to your clit. “happy birthday.”

you whine, and he dives right back in, free hand gripping your hip to drag you into his face. he’s quick, almost desperate with it. he’s moaning, nearly whining as he pulls his fingers out in favor of suffocating himself with your wetness. you’re not concerned in the least because he’s expressed multiple times how hot he finds the inability to breathe, so you encourage it, gripping his hair a little harder to keep him close.

he pulls his fingers out, replacing them with his tongue. he thrusts the muscle in and out, almost getting distracted with his own pleasure in the way he’s so desperate to glide it over every inch of you and drink in every drop of you that slips out. the way his nose bums against your clit has you snapping the hair band in his hair, using your hands instead with a near deathly grip as you begin rolling your hips into him. he whines, incredibly high pitched, and your entire body tingles in response. opening your eyes a little wider, you can see his hips rutting into the mattress, moaning into your pussy as the bed shakes.

you moan, feeling a familiar heat rolling from your toes to your stomach, white and scorching. his name spills from your lips a million times like a mantra, his tongue and fingers gliding over your most sensitive areas in ways that make your head spin, worse than it already was at the way you had been woken up. your head is a little foggy, and you honestly haven’t even fully adjusted to your surroundings, only focusing on the wavy mop of hair between your legs, making you feel so, so good, to the point where the baby pink tinsel hanging from your doorway with ‘happy birthday’ letters above it is nothing but twinkling lights you haven’t even taken note of.

the vibrations of his voice, moaning and groaning into your heat, paired with his fingers and tongue taking care of you with the most attention feels heavenly, and you can feel the coils in your lower stomach getting tighter and tighter as he pleases you. he’s embracing you fully, your arousal covering nearly the entire lower half of his face, and if you weren’t the one in this situation, you’d be worried about how long he’s been down there. however you’re not, and you couldn’t care less as you grind against his face in a way that’s almost concerning.

you’re right there, and your neighbors probably hate you, but you just can’t find it in you to care when hyuck’s tongue dips in and out of your hole, fingers rubbing your clit so sweetly that it makes the muscles in your legs tense. you’re so, so close, feet and stomach burning when he pulls away.

neither of his hands are clean at this point, so when he crawls up to your face he has no choice but to accept the strands of hair sticking to his lips when he kisses your forehead. he gives you a few more, trailing down your temple until he finally leaves one on your lips.

“i’m so sorry baby,” he starts, kissing the corner of your mouth where a pout starts to form. “i just wanted to check on my baby, okay?” his smile is soft when he sees you nod, still upset, but he pays no mind. with another kiss, he asks, “good?”

you nod, wrapping an arm around his neck to kiss him a little deeper, “so good, hyuckie..” you gently push him away, using a finger to push him back down the bed. “wanna cum, please..” your voice is a little croaky, whining in a way that would be quite embarrassing in any other situation. regardless, he complies, moving back down between your legs to finish his job.

“‘course baby,” his puckered lips press against your clit once again, thumb replacing it to begin rubbing gentle circles. “it’s your birthday, after all.”

it doesn’t take much for you to get right back to where you were, squirming against your sheets and gripping at donghyuck’s hair while he eats you like he’s been starved. the bed is shaking from the way his hips thrust into the mattress, his voice unashamedly sending the most eye rolling vibrations through your body. his fingers curl into you, pressing on your sweet spot with an ease that makes everything feel tingly, getting more and more intense until you finally break.

your back arches off the bed, your mouth opening yet not making any noise as your orgasm finally comes. hyuck is cooing, guiding you through it with sweet words and gentle touches as you come down. he sits up on his heels, a hand gently rubbing up and down your side while you (and him, but he’s being discreet) catch your breath.

finally, you’ve fully woken up and have adjusted to your surroundings, so you sit up against the headboard and actually take in your surroundings.

the curtains are still closed, the sun shining through the pink fabric, leaving the entire room in a pink glow. hanging above the door is the pink tinsel and “happy birthday” lettering you saw before, with hello kitty standing next to it. on your vanity, there’s a sanrio themed gift bag sitting on top. you look back at hyuck with a smile, and he’s already returning it, moving to sit next to you.

“are you finally awake? ready to have your day?” he pulls you into his side, kissing your forehead.

you hum, nodding your head, and he gets out of bed, helping you out and leading you to the bathroom. “but don’t you want to-“

he shakes his head, cutting you off with a clear of his throat. “don’t worry about me.”

with furrowed eyebrows, you look down and it’s then that you finally see the wet spot in his sweatpants. it takes everything in you to not start giggling, hiding your face in your hands as he goes to turn on the shower. you hear him grumbling, complaining about your teasing. he’s still as sweet as ever though, helping you undress before getting in the shower to clean you off. his hands are soft against your skin, cleaning your body with your favorite soap before rinsing it off and leaving kisses behind.

getting you in a towel, he sits you down at your vanity to open your first gift. he’s on his knees next to you, rubbing lotion into your skin while you open everything. pulling the tissue paper out, there’s three different jewelry boxes inside. the smallest one has a dainty ring in it, covered in tiny little diamonds with your favorite stone in the middle. the next one had a bracelet, quite simple but so fitting to you and your style. the last one, the biggest in size, had two necklaces inside. when opening it, he briefly mentions how he remembered your enjoyment of stacking them, so he picked a pair that represented the both of you. the longer one had a sun charm hanging from it while the shorter had a heart. without a second thought you have him put them on for you, excited to keep something so similar to you and him close.

he stays by your side the entire time you get yourself ready, rushing to do the same for himself once you’re done. he picks an outfit matching yours, and the lighter colors aren’t really his thing, but seeing your excitement when he shows you what he’s wearing makes it worth it. finally, he leads you out into your living room. it’s decorated even more, along with almost every other room in your home. there’s flowers, and gift upon gift laying out, and almost every decoration relating to something you like is hung up somewhere.

he ordered breakfast for you both as well, avoiding the idea of getting in the kitchen to save you from that stress on your special day. it’s your favorite, and he feeds it to you between many kisses, sharing with you his plans for you. once done, you’re finally ready for the main event, where he takes you shopping and, despite your protests, buys nearly everything you touch. no matter how many times you try to scold him for it, he just keeps going, partially because he enjoys getting yelled at by you, but also because he genuinely can’t help but spend so much on you when you’re his entire world, as he’s told you many times.

once home, he invites your closest friends over, which includes some of his own, to sing to you and celebrate another year of your life with a cake decorated in frilly piping and drawings of your favorite sanrio characters. it’s so sweet, seeing all the lengths he’s gone to for your special day, taking care of you and running his pockets dry, even losing sleep just to make sure you feel the most loved.

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perm taglist: @chenlezip @coquettejunnie

[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 😭)

[kireilien]

a crush’s mental games w/ donghyuck!

pair. crush!donghyuck x fem!reader; wc. 2,491

tw/cw. nsfw content, cursing, mentions of alcohol (main scene is at a dive bar), use of haechan’s real name; teasing dom!donghyuck, sub!reader, fem!reader, race neutral reader, hyuck “plots” on you (more like terrorizes the fuck outta you), mentions of other dreamies, forceful submission?, teasing, begging, humiliation?, auralism, reader is physically sensitive, unprotected sex, creampie, aftercare, use of “pretty”

synopsis. when donghyuck suddenly starts to play his mental games with you, you think you’re starting to become crazy. after years on crushing on him, theres no way he gives you what you’ve needed all this time, right?

note. a repost from this request from a love letter!!! i’m really sad that it didn’t get the attention this deserved so i’m reposting it as a brain ramble bc it’s not in my typical love work style lol :3 this only slightly edited from the og so if you read it feel free to read it again!

one thing about hyuck is that he loves to get under your skin, but this time, it’s so he can get under your clothes. everything before this point has been casual. i mean, the two of you were simply friends in the same friend group for a few years— even if you did have a teensy little crush on him— it was still casual. he would say some stupid shit and that would be all. but there was a sudden switch in nature between the two of you, starting from last week.

he’d start your mental games by staring at you— with no rhyme or reason on days that your friend group met up. he’s staring at you, with this glint. you can’t put your finger on it, but every time he locks eyes with you, he raises a brow. it was almost as if you stared at him first. you obviously look away, feeling the hotness in your cheeks rise up. you would try everything in your power to ignore him but, hyuck is too smart for that. he’d keep going. inching you on bit by bit, making sure you were landing in the palm of his hand, and he’d never let go of you.

once you have the mental image of hyuck staring you down with those bold eyes of his, it can’t leave your brain. over and over, trying to remove and forget that look in your eyes— you can’t. it eats up your sleep. every time you try to sleep, he pops back up. this was exactly what he wanted. to have you constantly think of him— and no one else.

and so, hyuck would purposely not see you for only a few days. making sure that mental image is instilled and locked in. once those few days were over, he can finally terrorize you again. showing up at a random dive bar the two of you frequent at, he can see you across the room, chatting with your friends. to see if he really was imprinted on your mind, he makes himself stand out just a bit so you would notice.

“yo, mark, pass me the cue scuffer.”

the shiver down your spine was cold. lee fucking donghyuck was here. the man that you haven’t seen in a few days, but has eaten at your brain for those same days. he’s only a few feet away from you, though, your back was facing him. you thought you could be cool about it, thinking that you’re just crazy for thinking of him like that out of nowhere.

wrong!

“oh my god, hey guys!” jaemin would walk up near your table, “didn’t think you guys were here, wanna play some rounds with us?” you stay silent as your friends pondered if they’d want to play, but that was only a distraction for you. you completely forgot that he was there. you could see the sleeve of his shirt in your peripheral vision propped up against your table. you stayed focused, focusing on what your friends were saying but his voice.

god, you loved it.

and he knew it.

“guys, just a few rounds? spare us some time? hey, we’ll even buy you a few bottles— on us!” his warm breath fanned your exposed neck. you became hyper aware of his breaths that cascaded down. the way you could feel his laugh when one of your friends joked about not paying back— that’s how close he was. you’re not even facing him, but you know his facial expressions. you know the way his face is contorting by his speech alone. that’s how ingrained he was in your head.

you thought you could avoid it a little longer, but your friends just so happened to ask, “so you up for team rounds, y/n?” you snapped out of your thoughts, “y—yeah! sure.” jeno paired off each partnership with one of your friends and just so happened to say, “you should go with hyuck. you haven’t played much, right? he’s a good guy to listen to.” god fucking damn it, jeno.

hyuck passed it off, “yeah, that’s a good idea.” oh, yeah, sure, good idea my-fucking-ass. donghyuck was ecstatic. it wasn’t just a good idea, it was a splendid idea.

finally. he could put an even larger ‘him’ shaped worm in your head that will never leave your brain. he took this as an opportunity to really get in there. sink your brain to be completely filled with thoughts of him that could never escape you. every single thing he did took over your brain. the way he guided your cue stick around the table— not touching you though. he was just touching the cue stick. or every time you scored a ball hyuck would smile, staring at you at those cute brown eyes, silently congratulating you on that small feat. or every time you missed the ball, his eyes turn dark, his tongue poking at the side of his cheek, softly muttering a, “really, y/n?” close to your ear, but far from your body. every little fucking thing drove you crazy.

he practically conditioned you to be obsessed with him. you noticed every move, every motion, every tweak. everything. you noticed everything.

what got into him?

when the rounds were finally over you put away the cue stick and went to go grab your jacket. donghyuck stops you, “oh? leaving so early?” he quirks as you softly murmur, “i wanna go home.” donghyuck takes this as a chance to call out to everyone, “guys, y/n doesn’t feel too good, imma take her home! see you guys next time.” everyone nods and your friends bid you a goodbye as you walk out.

none of them knew.

none of them knew how batshit insane you felt. having lee donghyuck— the man who consumed every one of your thoughts walk you out. he successfully had you in the palm of his hand and you were never gonna leave it. not like you were planning to anyways.

once he drove you home to your apartment, he gets out with you and walks to your door in complete silence. you hurriedly get your keys to unlock it, hyuck laughs at you, “welp! since you’re in such a rush home i’ll head out—.” you cut him off by dragging him into your apartment and into your bedroom.

he’s got you bad.

sneakily locking your front door, he still pretends he doesn’t know what’s going on in your brain. when in reality, of course he fucking does. he conditioned you to act this way.

when you push him onto the bed as your legs give out, dropping yourself onto your knees in front of him. “why’d you do this to me,” mumbling under your breath. “what?” hyuck questions, pretending he didn’t hear you.

you repeat yourself, just a little louder.

hyuck still “can’t” hear you, he repeats.

a shaky breath leaves your lips, “why. did you. do this. to me?”

“what’s the ‘this,’ you’re talking about? i don’t know what i’ve been doing to you, y/n. i’ve been normal all this time. you just can’t tell me.” hyuck sighs as he looks you. your knees are spread, your hands are on your knees, your head is down, your eyes are peering up at him through your lashes. it almost looked like you were apologizing to him.

“you make me insane, donghyuck.”

“oh, do i?”

“yes, you do.”

“how insane?”

of course the least sane out of the two of you would ask that.

“you make my brain stop working. you make my breath stop whenever you do something. you make me so focused on whatever you do, it’s eating me away.” you grit in between your teeth. you were giving into him.

“i see,” he starts, “so what’re you gonna do with me?”

a quick snap of your head causes you to lock eyes with him. he’s peering down at you with those dark eyes again. those same dark eyes that’s been haunting you ever since he started staring at you. “tell me, pretty. what are you gonna do with me? tell me.” he sighs as his fingers grazes— no, ghosts your jaw. you can barely feel the pads of his fingertips. he’s not touching you. again.

“touch me,” you blurt.

donghyuck gives in and fully cups your jaw. your spine nearly gives out, you almost melt in his touch. “oh, is that what you’ve been wanting from me? you simply wanted my touch? you should’ve told me from the start, pretty.” his voice goes low when he speaks. his mouth is smooth above your hair, but you can still hear every vowel, every consonant of his words.

he only keeps his singular hand on your jaw as you look back at him. “aren’t you gonna touch me more?” you croak. he cocks his head, “what? you only said ‘touch me’ with no other indication where else. where do you want me to touch you?”

your brain is going on overdrive.

every single fucking word he says is making your arousal stain your panties like no other. he knows where to touch you. he just needs to hear it.

“touch my pussy.”

“oh, so now we’re suddenly being bold?”

bold wasn’t a good choice of word.

it was more of… obvious?

he drops his hand from your cheek and dips his hand underneath your skirt. your panties were uncomfortably sticky against your skin. if it wasn’t for the angle of where your legs were propped up at, you were sure you would’ve stained your floor with your nasty fluid. “oh-ho— fuck, you’re dripping,” hyuck hisses. he didn’t even expect this much out of you. he thought he was simply riling you up, just a little. not panties ruined type of deal. but what is he gonna do? ignore you? now it’s his turn to be obvious.

“so what now, pretty? what do you want me to do to you next? tell me. i know you can speak.”

“take off my clothes. take off your clothes. fuck me till i can’t look away from you ever again.”

“geez, you’re bold as fuck when i get you like this. should’ve done this sooner, amiright?”

you don’t even respond. he’s already stripping you of your clothes, discarding them who knows where in your room. he does the same. when the two of you are bare, you can’t help but hitch your breath under him. god he looks good— and that cock of his is pulsing with need. he diverts your attention away by gently tracing your body. every hair on your skin is reacting to his touch. you’re jolting every time he “accidentally” presses more of his fingertips on your skin.

donghyuck slowly comes close to your ear, a first of ever, “now. tell me you want it.” you shutter. you finally feel his breath right up against your ear. the voice that’s been tantalizing your nerves from the start, they flow through your veins. god, he has you down. “i want— it.” you struggle with your words, and hyuck doesn’t like that. “what’s ‘it,’ y/n?”

again.

again with the choosing of words.

“i want your cock, donghyuck.”

“then beg for it, pretty.”

you flex your jaw, “i need your cock, donghyuck. i need it so fucking bad. i need it— your cock.” he exhales as a laugh, “yeah you need it? wasn’t that fucking hard to admit it,” when donghyuck curses, he thrusts harshly into your cunt. he gazes your face, your jaw is already slack, letting go of the tension you had. he continues still, “could’ve spent days getting fucked into you mattress by me— but you’re a little too shy for that, pretty. gotta make you do everything. i can’t have you just get what you want. you gotta tell me. but i guess— you can let go now. let me fill you up the way that you wanted all this time. don’t even need to say anything anymore. just listen to me talking you to filth. yeah— i’m a ‘good guy to listen to,’ right, pretty?”

and donghyuck was right.

you let everything go. you’re allowing your body to get dug into the mattress by hyuck’s hips— exactly how you needed. you’re allowing him to touch and grip your body the way you’ve been needing. you’re allowing him to read your mind to say and do the things you’ve always needed him to say.

it was about you.

it always was.

“gotta let this pussy clench on— me, the way it always— wanted, no— needed. pathetically fucking moaning as if i’m— not even here. god, if you just admitted it sooner— maybe i could’ve fucked this pussy how you needed.” donghyuck is pressing his cock deeper than ever. his precum is staining your gummy walls, making them molded to his cock. his hands are still and tight against your hips. his groans and moans of your name are bound to his lips.

it’s what you needed.

it’s also what he needed.

once your orgasm nears, you grip onto the nape of his neck, “fuck— donghyuck— ‘m gonna cum— soon,” you exhale. “got you— i got you— c’mon cum over me, pretty,” he grunts out, also feeling his orgasm nearing the edge. in one snap, the two of you release on each other. you’re clenching around his cock as he spurts his cum deep. donghyuck slips himself out, watching how his cum is rolling out of your pussy and pooling at the sheets. he chuckles lightly before dropping by your side, taking you in as you slides his hands down your back.

he makes small faint circles at the small of your back when you’re taking a breather after your orgasm. when you finally calm down, hyuck asks, “got what you needed?” you sigh, “yes of course.” you’re feeling your eyelids go heavy after speaking. hyuck allows you to let them flutter closed before his faintly rests his chin on your head, “of course you did.”

when you wake up the morning after, you see how hyuck is scrolling on his phone, you ask the big question you've been meaning to ask. “oh yeah, what got into you last week?” hyuck drops his phone to your side table, “what do you mean?” you scrunch your brows at him, “the whole mental games thing with me? how’d you know i had a crush on you? thought i was discreet about it,” you slightly scoff. 

“you were. just decided to finally show you my crush on you.” 

snapping your head to finally face him, you nearly sputter, “what?!” hyuck laughs at your response, “it’s hard to naturally show a crush when we’ve been friends for a long ass time.” you click your tongue, “so instead of just asking me out, you just decided to start terrorizing me?” hyuck hums,

“i mean… you were hot on your knees and pleading of how you needed me!”

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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?

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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.

[belovedkpop]

୨ৎ the first time - haechan x fem!reader (smut 18+) ୨ৎ

pairing: newlywed!haechan x virgin!reader (established relationship)

warnings: experienced haechan, inexperienced/virgin reader, detailed description of first time/loss of virginity, unprotected sex, pin in v sex, explicit language, dirty talk, brief mention of dom/sub dynamics (but not fully explored)

summary: on the first night of their honeymoon, haechan and the reader consummate their marriage. it's the reader's first time having sex, but haechan takes very good care of her. >.<

a/n: heavily inspired by bella and edward's first night as a married couple! breaking dawn pt 1 is my least favorite twilight movie/book, but i think their honeymoon is super sweet. i loooove an inexperienced reader who explores (and thoroughly enjoys) sex for the first time.

*i'm thinking about working with a beta reader. let me know if you're interested!*

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All kpop stories are works of fiction and are not meant to represent real events or the actual personalities of any K-pop idols mentioned. All characters and situations are purely imaginary. These stories are created for entertainment purposes only, and no harm or disrespect is intended toward the idols or their fans. Enjoy!

“is everything okay in there, honey?” haechan’s concerned voice carries through the bathroom door, interrupting your racing thoughts.

“y-yes, i’m fine! just need a few more minutes!” you squeak, helplessly digging through your suitcase. okay maybe trusting your best friend to pack was a mistake. lace, mesh, and strings are the only “pajamas” in front of you right now.

basically, you’re fucked. this is not how you imagined the first night of your honeymoon. you wanted to ease into it, not come out guns blazing. hell, this will be your first time wearing actual lingerie. let alone in front of anyone.

“are you sure? you sound really stressed.” the worry in his voice makes your heart ache, longing to follow him into the bedroom. taking in a deep breath, you offer him a reassuring response. with renewed vigor, you settle on a simple negligee and brace yourself.

though the thin garment makes you feel exposed, arousal blooms in your stomach. the white, silky fabric caresses your curves, giving you an angelic glow. there’s a chill in the suite, sweeping over your arms, spreading goosebumps all over your body. your nipples harden, making your husband’s pants grow tight. his eyes are glued to your frame, the heated gaze melting away your uncertainty.

he strides towards you, strong arms draping around your waist. his hips are flush against your own, sending more blood to your cheeks. you’re having trouble meeting his eyes, choosing to study his simple button down. the fabric fits him snugly, stretching across his biceps. grasping your chin, he tilts your head upwards.

there’s a tangible hunger, adding to the tension between your bodies. “you’re so beautiful.” he hums, greedily undressing you with his eyes. ignoring the thump of your heart in your ears, you cradle your hands behind his neck.

his lips are soft, gentle pecks against your own. his touch makes you go haywire, melting into his embrace. rough hands toy with the bottom of your flimsy gown, leaving goosebumps in his path.

“c’mere.” you both giggle as he flops onto the mattress, a playful energy present. his body beneath you makes your heart race, anxious yet excited. you wobble a bit, elbows buckling with nerves. the warmth of his hands on your hips wills you to relax, settling into a straddled position.

“honey, are you getting shy on me?” he teases, kissing the corner of your mouth. “maybe...” he cradles you, resting his head on top of your smaller one. it’s a warm, bear hug. familiar and sweet. a simple way to remind you how much you love the man beneath you. this is your haechan.

“you know, we really don’t have to do anything,” he assures you, kissing your temple. “’i’m content with holding you all night. just like this.” and you can tell he means it.

but, you want more. you want him, and you can feel how much he wants you too.

when you sit up, he’s looking at you like you hold the world in your hands. flushed, plump lips begging you to kiss him again. the hard length of his cock rests against the seam of your pussy, warmth overtaking the space between your thighs. the need in the pit of your stomach amplifies.

“i want you. all of you.” at your confession, his pupils dilate, visible desire mingling with your own. his gaze drifts down to your lips, sitting up to properly hold you. you’re fully seated on his lap, lips clashing in a blur of teeth and tongue.

this kiss is different, neediness peaking in both of you. haechan’s tongue massages your own, his quiet grunts reaching your eyes. you meet him with equal enthusiasm, grinding against him.

your lips trail down his neck, nipping at his sweet spot. prides swells in your chest as he moans into your ear. he bucks up into your hips, little concern for how desperate he looks. power surges through you, loving the effect that you have over your husband. but, he’s quick to change the dynamic.

hugging your frame, he swaps positions. he’s gentle in the way he lays your body beneath his own, arms holding up his frame. his hips roll against you, cock straining through his pants. the fabric is rough against your clit, a warm shiver spreading over you. “h-haechan,” you moan, manicured fingers grasping at his forearms.

“feels good, baby?” he coos, studying the way you succumb to pleasure. he loosens the tie and slips the shirt off his shoulders. your eyes scan over his frame, cheeks heating when he winks at you. he chuckles when your eyes widen at the visible tint in his pants, no longer hidden by the fitted slacks. his hands drift down to your lingerie, glancing up at you while you wriggle your hips.

his movements are slow yet intentional, like he’s unwrapping a present. “shit,” he groans, cock leaking at the sight of you. without a bra, your breasts are full and soft. he watches your nipples constrict, adjusting to the temperature. the rough pads of his thumbs roll against the nubs, heat spreading over you.

your skimpy thong calls out to him, strings sitting high on your hips and accentuating your figure. he thanks his lucky stars, willing himself to last throughout the night.

you whine beneath him, pulling him out of the trance. “sorry honey,” he huffs, warm hands caressing your body. “you’re so pretty. just want to stare at you all night.” normally, you’d giggle at his antics but the hunger in his gaze only makes you throb with want.

“you have the rest of our lives to stare at me, baby,” you prop yourself up, fiery gaze meeting his own. “but, i need you now.” the confidence in your voice makes haechan even harder. he’s quick to fulfill your request, wedging his thigh between your own. when he sucks on the sensitive skin of your neck, you can’t help but grind on him. your whines are driving him crazy, increasing in volume while he flexes to add pressure against your clit.

“that’s it, baby. grind on me just like that.” his voice is deep, warm breath tickling your ear. trailing down your body, he traces the tip of his tongue around your areola. your eyes roll back, pressing your breast further into the warmth of his mouth.

he gives ample attention to both breasts, full lips slick with spit. his gaze is blurry and unfocused, struggling to focus on anything that does not involve you and your pleasure. the way his cock leaks in his underwear would normally make him embarrassed, but that’s a distant thought now.

the way he drifts down your body makes you feel insane, overcome with want. by the time his lips meet your clit, you’re seeing stars. yet, you push your hips up to seek more of it. he uses the tip of his tongue to lick at the sensitive nub, adding to the mess between your thighs. his moans stimulate your clit, intensifying your pleasure. his hands grip your hips, pinning them down to the mattress.

your heart leaps, surprised by his dominance. the way he holds you down makes you squirm more, loving the way he forces you to accept the pleasure. his brown eyes glance up at you, causing the coil in your tummy to snap. he licks you throughout the orgasm, while you ride his face throughout.

your cheeks heat when his tongue prods at your own, tasting your own release. it drives you crazy, surprised by how much you enjoy the sensation. you blindly reach down, attempting to return the favor.

“aht aht,” he cradles your hands, “tonight is about you, baby.” he’s kissing you again, using one hand to capture your wrists. your cheeks heat at the way he restricts you, making a mental note to explore this more later. “are you ready, angel?”

you swear you’ve never been more sure about anything in your life. though your hands tremble, you feel secure, glancing down as he presses into your slick entrance. the stretch is unfamiliar but not unpleasant. your husband’s gaze is measured, searching your face for any signs of discomfort.

he’s fully nestled inside you, willing himself to keep his hips still. the way your pussy grips his cock is overwhelming, wet walls tight around his length. you can feel him pulse inside you, only adding to your wetness.

“babe, you can move,” you moan, overwhelmed by the fullness. pleasure takes over, nails raking down his back. he moans into your ear, hips stuttering for a moment. the way he grinds into you stimulates your clit, an orgasm looming on the horizon.

“f-fuck, feels so good,” he grunts, hips rolling into your wet cunt. “so tight for me,” he whimpers, cheeks heating at the way he’s losing control.

“you’re s-so big, honey,” you squeal, wrapping your legs around his waist. you moan in unison, the new position allowing him to plunge deeper. haechan’s movement are quicker, hips steadily clashing with your own. with each thrust, he nudges at the spongy spot inside you. “oh!” you yelp, eyes rolling back in your skull. everything feels overwhelming, like your body doesn’t know how to process the pleasure.

the rough pads of his fingers prod at your swollen clit, a brazen moan slipping past your lips. he rubs steady circles against it, your walls clamping down around his length. the sensation pushes you over the edge, clenching down on his length without restraint.

your orgasm triggers your husband, cum painting your walls. you can feel the warmth of his release inside you, prolonging the feeling of your own orgasm.

for a while, you cradle each other. bodies spent and slick with sweat, deep breaths shared. he’s sweet and attentive, nuzzling your body into his own. you feel content, muscles loose but held together by the strength of your lover. his reassuring words fill your ears, wrapping around you like a cocoon. your eyelids grow heavy, fully relaxed in the arms of your husband.

[wiotas]

Did The Light Hit My Blush

[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 🙈 ]

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★. . nct 127 lockscreens 𖹭

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[chenlezip]

nct dream : hand placements

⤷ summary : their hand placements when you kiss.

warnings : suggestive for haechan, lil bit for mark.

annas note : merry christmas to all who celebrate! enjoy this present that i had worked a couple days on. . . enjoy, thank you 🤍.

MARK . . . would keep his hands on your hips, a soft grip on them as you place your lips against his. if the kiss gets more intense then he tightens his grip and massages your hips because he knows that's where you're sensitive. he loves feeling you squirm.

RENJUN . . . always has his hands on both sides of your cheeks, a passionate yet loving kiss shared between you both as he unknowingly strokes your cheek with his thumb. you find it sweet and endearing that he does this..

JENO . . . loves having his hands wrapped around your waist, he loves the feeling of pressing you up against him as you kiss. he also grips onto your low back to press you right against him, he doesn’t like the space left between you two.

HAECHAN . . . will be the most teasing while you guys are kissing, his hands are all over your thighs. he grabs them, massaging them or he trails his hands higher up before you stop him and giggle - "stop getting too carried away hyuck.. you have practice in 5.”

JAEMIN . . . is gently stroking your arms as you lean in for a kiss. he loves comforting you because he notices how nervous you are when you lean in first. he melts into the kiss and moves his hand up to the side of your neck.

CHENLE . . . grabs your hair sometimes or moves his hand to the back of your head to pull you into a deeper kiss, he loves it and loves the way you react to it by moving your hands to his chest, clutching his tshirt.

JISUNG . . . likes holding hands with you while you kiss. you could be sat next to him and he leans over, his hand immediately intertwining with yours as you share a sweet kiss between one another. it seems like the boy doesn't know he unconsciously leads his hand to yours whenever you two kiss but you don't mind - it's a cute trait of his.

[diorcities]

  ⠀ ── ୨♡୧⠀ dream when they want to kiss you !

guys... library

jeno. “cute.” just kissing him and pretending to go back to your thing isn't gonna work with him. he already has his arm around your waist and his fingers exerting gentle pressure when he makes you abruptly retrace your steps to collide his mouth with yours. good luck next time.

jaemin. “kiss me again.” dazed, surprised, lethargic. has he imagined it? it happened so fast that he couldn't even take it in, just his cheeks getting hot and his hands going after you when you pull away because he definitely wants it to last longer, and this time, he wants to appreciate the shape of your lips with his.

renjun. aside from the fact that his gaze is fixed on your mouth as you speak, you're pretty sure he's not hearing a single word of what you're saying. he doesn't even hide it. yet you won't stop talking, huh?, maybe he can steal a kiss from you while you scold him that he's not paying attention to you, when the reality is, he can't see past you.

haechan. “c'mere.” can you blame him? he's just trying not to lose his composure, now it seems that he hasn't even flinched at all. he lets out a silly giggle. well, you look annoyed, and he can't help but chuckle; you look adorable. a little resistance is no opponent for him; he has that cool face you hate when he kisses you back, and now you know that's how you properly kiss someone.

jisung. “stop playing with me.” he's a fool. and a loser. why does he feel so defenseless with you? the way you grin after makes you look a little evil, are you playing with him? he doesn't know. oh, the big words he wants to pronounce. he just can't. you're not being sincere, are you? if he kisses you again if his hands are wrapped around yours and he puts them on his neck as before, if he brings his lips close to you, will he be able to know? will you know?

chenle. that little act that you play looking like you don't know what he means attracts him even more. you want to kiss him. badly. or maybe for the whole time, he's the one who wants to. he's dying for it. would he tell you? no. would he prove it to you? he honestly hoped that by having you so close you could hear what his heart is trying to say. but since it doesn't seem to be working, then his mouth says so. approaching yours. “kiss me. kiss me a lot.”

mark. “yes?” why do you look at him as if you're expecting something? probably a pretty bad joke he can't even think right now since he's nervous. you lean towards him and kiss his cheek. it would have been enough, don't you think? for the longest time, he's dreamed of this moment. but the more he thinks about it, the more it becomes clear. that it wasn't just his dream all this time, that him leaning over and pressing his mouth against your lips had been yours, always.

[mejaemin]

happy mother’s day - lee donghyuck

wc: 0.4k summary: caramel hyuck appreciating his fav women on mother’s day 🫶🏽 warnings: fluff, he’s so cute istg, v vague mentions of sex and hyuck having a mommy kink (ik random..) an: happy mother’s day to all the amazing mothers out there 🫶🏽🫶🏽 and to my fav caramel hyuck fan, val 👅 ur my mommy… (caramel hyuck masterlist here! ʕ ᵔⰙᵔ⠕ʔ)

you’re already awake, for no reason in particular, and it’s one of the rare times that hyuck isn’t gripping you in his sleep like you’re his lifeline, so you allow yourself to float around with nothing to do.

you’re in the kitchen, making breakfast when you hear heavy footsteps stumbling behind you. you turn, and there he is, donghyuck with his eyes still closed, coming up behind you to trap you in his arms.

“happy mother’s day,” his voice cracks multiple times throughout his sentence, voice still full of sleep. he doesn’t linger for long, leaving a quick kiss to your temple before running off somewhere.

you continue cooking, smiling to yourself at his strangeness. you’re definitely not a mother, and won’t be any time soon, even if the names he calls you and the amount of time spent in bed say otherwise.

once the food is done, you plate it and set it on the counter. hyuck comes back at the same time, hair and face a little more put together as he walks out with two sets of gift bags.

“thank you,” he says, referring to the food you cooked as he sets all his items down, “and again.. happy mother’s day, mama.” he pulls you into his arms, smiling down at you, admiring your features until he finally leans in to press his lips against yours.

he pulls away to check the gift bags, making sure he has the right one before handing it to you with a smile. “the other one’s for your mama.”

“this is so sweet of you, hyuckie..” you pull the tissue paper out, pulling out two boxes, both designer of course. when you open them up, one’s a pair of pretty bejeweled sunglasses, ones you can already picture outfits for. the other is yet another necklace, a dainty little chain with gems embedded in the metal. at this rate, you might have to buy a second neck with all the necklaces you own.

he steps behind you, pulling your hair out of the way to clasp it around your neck, layering perfectly with all the others he’s bought you. he leaves a kiss in wake of his fingers, moving to sit down in front of his plate of food.

“i’ve got a whole day planned, okay? so we should eat quick so we can get started.” he says, his hand automatically finding its way to your thigh when you sit next to him.

“where to?”

“mm, i already asked, and both our moms aren’t doing anything, so maybe we can go out with them.” you hum in agreement, and he fights a smirk as he suggests the next event, “and then.. maybe with just us.. we can go to the beach?”

nct 🏷️ @chenlezip @coquettejunnie @prettymoles @jia127zen (check privacy settings !!!)

[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."

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

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