#haechan is just being dragged into it

[haetrack]

after i finish my ochem final im gonna write a smart ochem student haechan fic in order to heal myself

[lyvhie]

★ ˙ ̟ ─── . “get you there”.

| summary | haechan fucking you until you see stars and pass out. | cw | smut, oral (f), unprotected sex, squirt, passing out 😔, pet names. | a/n | i did this as a way to redeem myself for my accidental clickbait, FORGIVE ME YALL 🥺

To be honest, you had no idea how long you'd been there, lost in it.

It started off silly. Just a casual comment about your now very inactive sex life, shared with your friend, Haechan.

A small get-together had happened at your place earlier that night, but somehow, Haechan ended up staying way longer than planned. The conversation had drifted into the late hours, soft voices under dim lights, both of you relaxed in that quiet, familiar way that only years of friendship could create.

You talked about past relationships, about the weird things people did in bed, the good, the bad, the awkward. The air between you was even more comfortable than usual. Maybe that’s why things slipped out so easily. Things you never thought you’d admit. Things like the fact that you’ve never actually had an orgasm.

That—that caught his attention.

He looked at you a little differently after that, a spark lighting in his eyes as he leaned in just a bit and said, “I can make you get there, if you let me.”

Stupid man with stupid words. And you were just as stupid, because you really said yes.

Which brings you to the present—legs spread wide, back arching, and Haechan’s mouth glued to your cunt, his tongue working your soaked hole with shameless dedication.

How long had you been like this? You weren’t sure anymore.

Your legs were starting to ache from the position, trembling from the strain and the overstimulation. You’d long lost count of how many times he’d made you cum, even though he’d told you to keep track.

Your fingers were buried in his messy hair, tugging hard, not sure if you wanted to pull him closer or push him away. But he wasn’t giving you a choice, his tongue was relentless, thrusting into you with obscene precision, his mouth noisy, wet, ravenous.

His arms were hooked beneath your thighs, hands gripping them tightly as he anchored you in place, pulling you down even harder against his mouth.

He was devouring you, absolutely shameless, his nose brushing against your sensitive little bundle of nerves with every eager thrust of his tongue.

The room was filled with the slick, lewd sounds of wet sucking, your broken moans spilling freely, mixing with the soft, desperate hums coming from his throat, he was enjoying this. And you could feel it.

Not just in the way he moaned into you, but in the subtle grind of his hips against the mattress beneath him, chasing relief he was clearly denying himself in favor of feasting on you.

That familiar pressure began to build in your core once again, your body wound so tight it barely took anything now. And before you could even brace for it, you were cumming. Again.

Haechan groaned into you, loud and guttural, as his tongue welcomed your release like he’d been starving for it. He drank every last drop, licking you clean with long, purposeful strokes, your soft mewls only making his smile grow against your soaked, trembling cunt.

Honestly, you could’ve come again just from the sight of it.

He slowly hovered over you, capturing your lips in a messy, fevered kiss, his tongue coated with the taste of you, of both of you. It made your head spin.

You were so dazed, so far gone, that you didn’t even register the sound of his pants being pushed down, or the way he settled smoothly between your legs, hands caressing your thighs like they were something sacred.

Not until you felt him.

His cock, heavy and flushed, dragging through your folds, the tip brushing against your clit with maddening precision.

You gasped, overwhelmed, your hands flying to his arms as if to keep yourself ground, or stop him.

“Hyuck,” you whimpered, breathless and spent. “Gimme a break… please.”

He dragged his tongue slowly along your neck, warm and wet, just as his cock slid up and down your slick folds teasingly. The tip circled your entrance, barely pushing in, just enough to make your walls flutter around nothing.

“A break?” he murmured against your skin, lips curving into a smirk as he nibbled at your pulse. “After everything I gave you?” He pulled back just enough to look you in the eye, his cock still resting right at your entrance, heat pulsing between you. “You’re so selfish, you know that?”

His hips rolled forward just enough for the head of his cock to catch on your entrance again, making you twitch. He didn’t push in, of course he didn’t. He just stayed there, smirking.

“All those pretty sounds you made,” he whispered, trailing his hand up your thigh, spreading you wider. “All those orgasms I handed to you…”

He nipped at your jaw, gentle but firm.

“And now you want to rest?” He chuckled, the sound vibrating through your skin. “After laying there, whining, taking everything like a needy little pillow princess?”

His fingers found your clit again, drawing slow, torturous circles, just light enough to make your whole body jolt, overstimulated and aching.

“You should say thank you, pretty,” he murmured, brushing his lips over yours. “And let me take care of you, hm?”

You whimpered, eyes fluttering shut as your hips gave a weak jerk toward his fingers, your body betraying any protest your lips might’ve formed. You were exhausted, wrecked, even, but the way he touched you, spoke to you, looked at you… there was no way you could say no.

Your fingers curled tightly around his biceps, bracing yourself. “T… Thank you,” you whispered, the words barely audible, thick with embarrassment.

He chuckled, a low, condescending sound that sent a fresh wave of heat through you. “I didn’t know you were obedient like that,” he teased, voice dripping with mockery.

And before you could even fire back, before you could think, he drove into you with a sharp, hard thrust. Your breath caught in your throat, a startled gasp slipping out as your body clenched around him instantly, your walls molding to every inch, the sudden stretch stealing whatever witty comeback you had.

His moan was downright pornographic and it had you clenching around him nonstop. The way he throbbed inside you, thick and heavy, made it obvious he was in heaven, or at least somewhere damn close.

He started to move, slow at first, rolling his hips in a steady rhythm that let you feel every single inch of him. And fuck, he was savoring it. Savoring the way your slick, gummy walls pulled him in greedily, clenching and fluttering like your body didn’t want to let him go.

But his slow, gentle thrusts didn’t last long, his hands clamped down on your hips, fingers digging in with an almost bruising grip as he picked up the pace. His thrusts turned rough, relentless, his hips slamming into yours with enough force to rock your body up the bed with each movement, as he pounded your already sensitive, abused pussy.

Slick, wet slaps echoed through the room, the sound of your cunt squelching obscene as he drove in deeper, harder, hitting that perfect spot again and again like he knew it by heart.

“Fuck,” he moaned, voice ragged, breath catching as you clenched down on him tight. “Gimme one—fuck, baby, gimme one more.”

It wasn’t like he even needed to ask. At this point, you had no control over your body, especially not with the way he was pounding into you while his fingers pinched your clit, only to soothe it with a teasing, gentle rub right after.

Your entire body responded to him like a live wire, tension building faster than you could process. Then, without warning, a gush of wetness burst from you, soaking his lower abdomen and the sheets below as your body trembled violently, nerves on fire from the overwhelming pleasure.

“Fuck—look at that,” he moaned, eyes wide in surprise, a slightly disbelieving smile curling on his lips. “So messy for me. So fucking good.”

You spasmed beneath him, body jerking as every muscle finally gave out, going limp all at once. He was so turned on by how completely he’d unraveled you, it took him a few seconds to even register it, until he stilled inside you, balls deep, as he spilled hot ropes of cum into your waiting cunt.

“Shit,” he hissed, breath ragged, brushing damp hair from your face and noticing how your eyes fluttered, your body still twitching softly. “You passed out?” he asked with a soft laugh as he leaned down to kiss your forehead. “Yeah… I’ll take that as a thank you.”

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[ttjisung]

PRIVACY na jaemin

in which jaemin's one of your closest friends. what the rest of your friends don't know is that the two of you have been fucking in their houses every time you hung out.

fwb!na jaemin x afab!reader ( x slight haechan near the end) wc: 1k

cw: nsfw + mdni, smut, voyeurism, fwb kind of but there's romantic kissing that's too intimate to be justified so maybe not, fingering, dry humping, riding (with clothes on), oral fixation (imo he'd be a boob guy sorry), cum eating? kind of..., getting CAUGHT, haechan is a freak but what's new, possibly part one because i want to continue the ending >:3

Had it not been for the strong grip Jaemin had on your face, covering your mouth with his bigger hand, you’re sure you would’ve been kicked out of Donghyeok’s house, maybe even out of your friend group – that would be considered a light consequence by you, if anything.

You’re not sure when your relationship changed with Jaemin. Having shared several mutual friends for years, it was only natural that the two of you would bond. What your group didn’t expect, though, was for you two to connect so deeply. Shy waves turned into long embraces, and before you knew it, you were in his bed wearing nothing but a long T-shirt of his and a pair of boxers - this part was unknown to your friends, who just assumed you were weirdly close best friends and nothing more. Donghyeok was the only one who’d sometimes theorize over your touchy friendship, yet no one would pay him any attention, being known as the most dramatic male in the group.

The idea was Jaemin’s – he suggested it’d be fun to try something new sexually, yet you were quick to shut him down, imagining something much more vulgar. When he mentioned voyeurism behind walls, explaining how it was only for the thrill and he would never genuinely want someone to watch unless you wanted it too, gears shifted in your head and you hesitantly agreed. That was two weeks ago, and since then, Jaemin had jumped on you in the ‘privacy’ of your other friends’ bathrooms five times already. It almost felt as though it was a challenge to the male, who you noticed would become increasingly antsy, closest to cumming when you would hear the familiar thump of someone’s footsteps passing down the hallway. 

That’s what landed you in your peculiar predicament, straddling Jaemin’s lap with a hand of his over your mouth as his other arm guided you onto him in slow motions, dragging your clothed clit on his growing bulge. You were in the main bedroom, pulled onto the male who sat in what was known humorously as Donghyeok’s ‘Cuck Chair’ among your friends – simply a soft one-seater that faced the bed. 

It was hard to muffle the loud noises Jaemin forced out of you, writhing in pleasure as you finally felt his fingers slide over your clothed core. His middle finger rolled gentle circles onto your clit as his other hand moved down from your mouth, and towards the strap of your tank top. One of your arms was wrapped around his neck, grasping his hair for support as the other replaced Jaemin’s, hiding your own embarrassingly loud moans.

Your smaller fingers weren’t enough to cover the gasp that escaped you as he pulled down the strap, dragging the rest of the material with it until your boobs were in view. He let out a loud groan at the sight, making you pull his hair as a warning to shut up, yet the action only made his volume increase. 

Leaning in to take your nipple into his mouth, his hand that had slipped under your skirt stopped with the circling motion, causing you to whine at the loss of contact. Your whines were cut off quickly though, as he pulled your panties to the side, hooking them open wide enough to slip his hand under. Finally feeling two of his long fingers slowly pushing inside you, your grip on his hair grew, and you had to fight every atom in your body to keep your hand over your mouth. 

Jaemin’s movements quickened, stretching you out on his fingers, and curling them to reach deeper into your walls. “Feel so good around me, baby. You wanna cum?” He whispered, pulling away from your chest for a second before diving back in. When you nodded in response, he moaned against you, leaving sloppy open kisses all over your chest. You kept rocking against him, eager to feel him further inside of you, which caused you to grind against his still clothed dick. The combined stimulation of his mouth on your tits and his fingers inside of you made your stomach turn and a pit form, his palm now pushing against your clit which made you bite down harder onto your own hand. 

The motions repeated until the pit collapsed, and you rode out your high on top of Jaemin, who was close behind. Continuing his actions until you whispered in his ear, begging to give you a break, he took his fingers out of you, unlatching from your chest to guide them in his mouth and suck the fluids off. 

The sight of Jaemin so desperately getting off on your taste made you blush, and you leaned in, giving him a way-too-intimate kiss that was almost shy, yet had him reciprocating almost immediately. The hand he licked clean moved behind your neck, holding your head close to his as he pried your mouth open with his tongue - you could taste yourself on him. A whimper came out of his mouth at the mix of your spit and his, and he could tell he was cumming soon. 

Just as the kiss got more passionate, pushing him closer to his climax, the door bursted open, revealing an angry yet prideful looking Donghyeok who immediately jumped into his bedroom, “I knew it! I fucking knew it! In my room though? Really?” 

You had expected Jaemin to push you off. Truly you wouldn’t be shocked if he threw you across the room and claimed he had nothing to do with it, yet the male shocked both you and Donghyeok as he continued his actions, taking his eyes off his angry friend and looking at you, placing both hands on your hips and continuing to grind your body against his. “Wait, Jaemin-” Before you knew it, his mouth was open, releasing a loud moan as you felt the fabric of his pants turn damp. 

You were mortified, to say the least. Jaemin had just done that in front of your friend, who was already seemingly and rightfully pissed off at the fact that you were in his room. What neither of you expected was for Donghyeok to simply whine like a child, slamming his door and moving closer. “Seriously, you were doing this in my house and never thought to invite me?” 

a/n: this is the first smut fic i've posted on this blog and i'm nervie... lmk if you guys liked it and ill blush and write a part two with both haechan & jaemin ^_^

[iceonneo]

eater 101 ; l.hc

𐙚 : haechan x fem! reader ˗ˏˋ ꒰ synopsis : so called enemy haechan eats u out (like a pro😓) warnings : [ smut ] pussy eating (like that’s it😭), pet names. !! mdni ¡¡ wc : 0.6k ꒱

“o-oh lord!"

lee haechan was truly one true shameless motherfucker. you didn’t even realize how and why you let your so called enemy get into your pants. once upon a time you held true spite for him, dreadfully catching his gaze in the hallway as he drove you around crazy the entire day.

some girls would label you lucky and you’d simply scoff at the statement but you were starting to believe them you fear. for this man ate pussy like a starved bear godamn.

it all started when that old woman, who you deeply despised, mrs. linda assigned him as your lab partner for the respective year.

obviously he didn’t stop with his flirtatious tactics as you struggled to get your experiments done through in the lab. would stare at your chest like a literal pervert everytime you bent to get the chemical and you didn’t even fucking mind it.

then came his texts, and more texts and more texts and… and your foolish self had to reply him.

well, god forbid a girl have fun!

then came the going over to his place to get your chemistry notes done and let’s just say he grabbed your face as soon as you entered and showed you bed chemistry instead.

and like a fool captivated by his dick you reluctantly kept coming back to him.

all because of fucking linda.

which leads you where you are today, in the locker room. pulled by him into this cramped room before class started saying it would take a few five minutes but it’s been fifteen now and you’ve been moaning against the shelf with your skirt flushed over and panties dragged down to your knees.

both his arms caged your ass from behind to keep you in place as he dug his face deeper between your legs.

his mouth was a machine. the way his muscular tongue dragged over your folds and dug into your hole you thought you were going to make the boy go bald the way you were pulling his hair.

“are you going to cum in my mouth baby?” haechan pulled out, looking at you with his drowsy wide eyes that drove you so feral, you thought you were about to bust.

“yeah, please.” you sighed out as he smiled, “come over my tongue.” and before you knew it your eyes were rolling back again. back arched as the sensation grew unbearable. the erotic noises erupting from the space between his mouth and your core lighting a fire within you.

his mouth kissing everywhere around your wet folds and the thread begin to snap. the shame stripped off your body once you felt your bud being sucked by his plump lips as you moaned out loud.

the view of his tongue repeatedly meeting your clit and coated with slick all over made the sensation only grow stronger.

“fuck, you’re so good.”

the way his warm mouth latched over your open pussy as his tongue glided over your cunt round and round over and over again. the way he moaned against your clit loudly sending vibrations right up your system made you moan twice as more.

he ate pussy so well it was admirable.

your own moans and squeals blurring out to your ears as your growing orgasm clouded your mind. your grip over his head tightened and you pulled him towards yourself as his nose and tongue made your pleasure skyrocket.

and when he pulled you closer by your knees and sucked harder you gasped and knew it was end as you came all over his mouth undone, urging him to let go once you felt him sucking again.

with a sigh, he looked up at you from his lashes. face flushed, wet and gaze all drowsy.

“need more of your sweet pussy baby, think you can take this cock too?”

oh linda, I fucking love you.

an original iceonneo work.

[muntitled]

Sweet Hearts

♡ Mark Lee x afab!reader

♡ Summary: Nothing could sway you from finding your producer attractive and you were okay with that fact...Before you knew it, every recording session was filled with stolen kisses that bled into fiery make-out sessions.

♡ Warnings: Language, Producer!Mark, Idol!Reader, Forbidden Relationship, Friends With Benefits, Mutual Pining, Humor Overworked Losers In Love, Smut (+18) Dom!Mark, Brat Taming, Minors DNI, Massive, Praise Kink, Slight Exhibitionist!Kink, Dirty Talk, Sub!Reader, Dom!Mark,

RAHHH, kinda feral writing this, I'm sorry

From the moment you established yourself in the industry, you had been quite comfortable viewing yourself as an independent career woman, thank you very much. Many men had tried and failed to sway you from the retches of your passion projects respectively. Hyuck being onesuch romantic endevour that had failed to shine in the shadow of your work. You had tried to make it work. You really did.

No amount of dick could keep you away from the studio. It was your hapoy place: nestled in a stuffy booth with your notepad opened on your lap filpped with slightly manic notes and lyrics.

No one, before Mark had ever seemed to share that sentiment.

"I'm a busy girl," your words barely left your mouth before being kissed away by Mark's eager lips. He was panting heavily. You both were, as he pressed you up against the wall of some record exec's boardroom. He swiped your braids out of the way, to better reach the expanse of skin by your neck. Both of you pawing at each other's clothes. Both of you overflowing with yearning.

"I'm a busy dude," he whispered back. "We don't have to turn this into anything serious, Sweetheart..." Mark's thumb was rubbing tentatively at your soft hips, as if waiting for the go ahead before he ravished you.

You had both decided this secrecy was enough. You and Mark perused the halls of your record company, greeting amicably as if you hadn't felt his hands around your throat.

He had kissed and kissed and kissed you, until someone inevitably walked by.

You had never met anyone as sonically obsessed as you are, until you were acquainted with Mark. He, would quickly become not only your incredibly talented and driven producer but also a friend with added benefits.

Before you knew it, every recording session was filled with stolen kisses that bled into passionate make-out sessions. You were developing a frankly perplexing habit of overanalyzing how attractive he looked when he runs his hand through his hair during spells of frustration- or when he got the incomparable burst of genius to freestyle over a beat as if it was a long lost friend. Nothing could sway you from finding your producer attractive and you were okay with that fact...

You couldn't retain satisfactory orgasms from your music alone, could you? You weren't inhumane... you needed a companion.

"I just want you..."

And he had you.

So badly it was beginning to mess with your concentration.

"Alright, let's run it from the top-"

It's not everyday a girl falls helplessly in love with her producer.

"Yo, you good?" Mark's voice sounds from the intercom, dragging your eye from your notebook up towards the two men on the other side of the sound glass.

"From the top?!" Haechan cries incredulously. Without looking at him, Mark nods. Wholly unimpressed by Donghyuck's whining. "I think the song's fine," Hyuck runs a hand through his hair. His large feet stomp on the carpeted floors and you fight off a grin.

Mark scoffs in that way that only Haechan gets him to do and you suck on the straw of your mocha from inside the booth. Your disposition screaming, 'the girls are fighting.'

"Yeah you would think the song's fine," Mark before he rolls his eyes, Hyuck petulantly screams, "What's that supposed to mean!?"

"She clearly wants us to carry on," your teeth clench down on your straw as you're ripped into the middle of their argument.

"Do you want us to carry on?" Mark asks and your throat goes dry. Behind him, Haechan's palms are clutched together as he mouths 'Please, no, please!'

"I-"

You were at a crossroads.

The urge to people please was gnawing at your insides as your eyes drifted from Haechan, a vocal coach you loved and adored and Mark, a producer you'd just started working with...

The urge to give into them both was hanging heavily on you.

"Remember, Sweetheart, it's okay," Mark's voice sounds from the speaker, eliciting a wave of... something you're not quite sure of yet.

A crush... perhaps.

"I would..." You clear your throat, swing Haechan's eyes, "I would feel better if we polished some things up,"

Mark nods along, a small smile tugging at his lips. A look of betrayal on Hyuck's face.

You knew perfectly well that the song was fine, better than fine, actually. The only thing stopping you from leaving the studio was the boring life that awaited you. Your boring apartment with your boring cat (whom you loved dearly). Everything beyond these four walls was as monotonous as the day is long. No one waited for you out there.

In here though...

"Okay, yeah, no. I can't do this," You watch Haechan gather his belongings with incredulous eyes.

"You're abandoning me? We haven't even gotten to the chorus and you're abandoning me."

Haechan's hair is in complete disarray as he types hurriedly on his phone and you're left to watch from inside the booth. "While you re-record and re-record an already perfect record, my stomach has growled 5 times-"

You roll your eyes, "Haechan, food is for the weak. We can do this."

"I can't," He shook his head, evading eye contact as he pulled on his letterman jacket, effectively stowing away hi will to work and be persuaded to work.

"Let him leave." There's something in Mark's tone to suggest you quit trying to persuade Haechan.

"You psychos can overwork yourselves together."

When Haechan left, he took with him, a sense of platonic ease. Here, with Mark staring directly at you, his presence was stifling.

~

There aren't any actual windows in here... if it weren't for a quick glance af your phone, you would've never known night has already fallen.

"What would really be hot is if you added the last word of the verse, ad libitum. So if you said 'takeoff' but with like a lower pitch in between the chorus and the second verse. I think that would be great," You realize you had taken to swaying in one spot and quickly corrected yourself as you placed your hands on your headphones and nodded, vaguely agreeing but never really hearing anything after the words 'great'. Hearing anything falling from Mark's plump lips at this very moment would send your imagination hurtling into the fiery pits of hell. Him, staring at you so intensely through the glass and behind the soundboard left you unable to focus.

"Sweetheart?" He says, with a finger on the intercom. "Do you get me? If you do, I'm gonna need to hear you use your words, okay?" With his eyes fixed solely on you, waiting patiently for your compliance, you are convinced he was literally and figuratively trying to kill you.

"Sorry," You say, trying to dispute how heavily his words weighed down on you, "I'm thinking about all the babies that die in between you purposely using the words ad libitum instead of just saying ad lib." Saving yourself with swift and easy rebuttal had always been a specialty...

"Sorry, sorry!" Said Mark, "I'll stop with the annoying producer talk," he rolls his eyes behind the glass of his thick-rimmed glasses.

"Dont stop," You find yourself saying, "Its hot.

Seconds pass with Mark's index finger tapping away at the soundboard.

"Continue."

But it was incredibly difficult to continue with your mind and all its unsavory thoughts seeping out of your skull and straight into your lyrics. Perhaps working on the more explicit songs with Mark had been an utterly dire decision, one that practically solidified your downfall.

As you rattle through the dirty lyrics, you make sure to keep a firm gaze on him. Mark maintains eye contact from behind the glass, giving nothing away under his black cap, clad in his short sleeve black shirt and his all black attire.

The dimness of the studio suddenly feels too dim.

This 'mood' that Mark had strived to create in the peroration of your session is suddenly working too well.

Soon, the track is being replaced by Mark's slightly gruff voice echoing in your headphones.

"Sorry to cut you off, Sweetheart," The coolness with which he utters the nickname releases a wave of arousal in your core, and you inadvertently take a seat on the stool closest to you, subtly crossing your legs in front of you.

"I just want you to take note of something for me real quick..." for a moment you’re only nodding slowly, waiting for him to continue but he never does. Mark sits silently staring at you with yet another earth shattering, unwavering gaze. You're confused, which Mark would have found incredibly adorable if you weren't actively being such a brat.

"I said take note of something for me, please." He finally lifts his hand, making vague scribbles into the air.

"Mark. You want me to actually write this down?" He only responds with a succinct, I-dare-you-to-argue-with-me "Please."

You make a petulant display of rolling your eyes. His chuckles bleed into your headphones, disrupting your nonverbal tantrum when he says, "You really are trying it today..."

"Maybe if I had someone to correct this attitude, we wouldn't have found ourselves here, would we?" You mutter the sentence as you're staring into you notepad, completely evading his heated gaze. Silence grows pregnant between the two of you before Mark continues, completely choosing to ignore you.

"I'd like you to take note of the brisk allegro that erupts in the pre-chorus," He spins his pen between his fingers as he reads from his own notes. He looks absolutely worn out and so unmistakably beautiful it makes you want to scream.

"I think that part in particular might be vital in solidifying the overall kick of the actual chorus." Not to mention, seeing him in work mode tickled your ovaries in ways you could never have foreseen. In the studio, you had always been the one wading through the laziness of others, picking up the slack where needed and making it your obligation to ignite your producers with the zeal to work with your meticulous ass. But Mark had turned the tables and for the very first time you find yourself unable to think about work.

"Mark," You send him a bored expression, "I literally make slut music, do you really need to be calling it an allegro?"

He is quick in pressing the intercom to clap back, "Slut music deserves a well mastered allegro too, don't you think?" You're only left to slump your shoulders as he continues.

By this point, you know that he knows exactly what you want for him.

Why you're being particularly difficult to work with.

Why you were fighting him on every term but for some unexplainable reason, he's keeping you from it.

"It's good but I feel like we need a pure unprocessed sound... the song sounds too wet, I dunno,"

You inhale sharply, raising a finger into the air, to which, Mark completely ignores you, keeping his eyes on his notes, his brown locks brushing along his eyes.

"And if you're gonna say 'I could tell you something else that's wet' don't bother, because you'll only get muted."

Your shoulders once again sag and you find yourself audibly whimpering into the mic. That quickly catches Mark's attention, and you're left wading in the scrutiniy of his gaze.

"Fuck, I cant work with you like this." He rakes his fingers through his hair, forcing you to rub your exposed thighs under your miniskirt together for the umpteenth time. "Tell me what you need."

"You know what I need..."

He curses under his breath before sending a worried gaze over his shoulder and you realize you have won. It was custom for Mark to send a worried gaze over his shoulder at the door, as if terrified that Hyuck might storm into the studio, face crimson and finding his best friend not only fucking the object of his interest but dominating her.

"I think you need it too." You're quite literally the snake tempting Eve in the garden and he sends another helpless glance at the door before complying.

"A-Alright. Come out here for me real quick," this is what excited you most about Mark. Hearing the trepidation in his voice mixed with Mark's innate nervousness made you dizzy with desire. His anxiety yet still a need to be dominant... it drove you wild.

"Where is this attitude coming from?" He asks, once you appear by his side, inching towards him as if terrified by your own creation. He does not bother to get up, does not bother to tell you stand in front of him, in between his legs. You just do.

It's as if he's saying 'Do what you want. You're your own person.' Knowing full well how effortlessly you tended to submit to him.

"How wet are you?" He asks then, letting his hands graze your hips as you stand before him. His eyes squeezing shut as he rests his head on your abdomen. Your hands come up to pat down at his hair. Overgrown and brown.

"Why don't you find out?"

Mark is slow to closing the notebook on his lap and putting it vaguely near the soundboard without ever taking his eyes off You.

You can see the dark half moons underneath his eyes, stabbing at, not only your arousal, but your innate need to just take care of him. His eyes remain focused on you as he moves to clamp his hand on your exposed thigh, watching your lips part ever so slightly.

"Consider this a brief, very brief recess."

"Yes sir," You had intended for the words to come off more teasingly than it actually did, but it runs straight through to Mark's dick and he's removing his hands from your skin like you have mustered the ability to spontaneously catch on fire.

"Fuck," he replies, sending one more gaze at the door before looking at you once more. With a shaky breath escaping through his lips, he looks utterly wrecked and completely conflicted. You let him wade through the motions without any input.

You just stand there, waiting patiently for his next command.

Mark sits back in his seat, running both hands down his face before saying, "Fuck, alright. Take your underwear off for me..." You speedily oblige as your hands delve underneath your denim skirt. Mark watches with bated breath and clenched teeth as he rubs his fingers along his lips like he's thinking very deep and very hard about something. You hook your fingers into the sides of your pink laced panties, slowly dragging them down as you and Mark both watch each other with steel gazes.

"Keep the skirt on," His resolve melts, his sight set on your ruined underwear. He notices far too quickly that it's his favorite pair, eliciting another wavering breath from him as his other hand clamps around your thigh to pull you impossibly closer.

"You planned this, didn't you?" You can feel the warmth of his shallow breathing as he places his forehead on your abdomen, while he brings his fingers up to your lips.

"Open your mouth for me..." You automatically obey, bringing your mouth around his middle and index fingers. For a short while, his face remains hidden in your dress as you suck, almost petulantly on his fingers. Perhaps he feels a mixture of shame for enjoying this entire scene far too much and soon, he feels he has to peel his face away from your dress to watch you suck so prettily on his fingers.

"F-fuck, baby," His voice is strained between a mixture of a coo and a moan as he pulls his fingers out of your mouth, almost immediately delving underneath your skirt, slotting them inside your drenched cunt. He is utterly ruthless as he sits on the edge of his seat, one hand claimed around your thigh as his fingers fuck in and out of you with absolute vigor. The man is utterly overcome with lust, sporting his own hard on in his joggers as he looks up at you, "Come on, baby... tell me you feel good, you know you want to."

His voice is dripping sex and your mind is completely blown with pleasure as you throw your head back. It is a mystery how you're still standing, but Mark's grip on your hip is concrete.

"Oh God- your fingers feels so good inside me, Fuck." He rewards you by letting his fingers drift over your swollen clit, racking another torrid moan from your throat as he begins to circle it with purpose. You clamp your head against Mark's hunched shoulders, his face once again buried in your dress.

"I just need'a take care or my little angel, don't I?" He's an incoherent, mumbling mess, his words as sloppy as the hands sliding against your clit, "But she makes it difficult when she's being a stuck up little brat," Your head is still craned back while his face is buried against your abdomen and it is as if you both cannot stand to truly see yourselves in such a depraved, animalistic state.

"You're squeezing my fingers baby- Fuck, is this how bad you needed me?" Mark finally cranes back to look up at you. His cheeks are ruddy and his hooded eyes are blown into saucers, "It's so fucking distracting having you so close to me." Your hips cant against his hands until soon, your legs begin to quiver. Mark brings his arm around your waist, forcing you to stand and take everything he gives you.

"You know when you're really needy like this, all you have to do is ask, baby. You know I love taking care of my baby, don't you?" You nearly cum then and there.

"Please Markie-"

"F-Fuck I didn't plan on fucking you today, least of all here. But I really need you right now, alright, pretty girl?" Your body shudders at the lost of his fingers inside you, one more flick against your clit and you would have came all over his fingers.

"Bend over for me, yeah? Mind the sound board." Mark finally rises from his chair, immediately cupping your face with his hands as he bows his head down to you, "I just wanna feel my baby girl squirm around me-" that particular string of words has you whimpering incoherently as Mark crowds behind you, pushing you up against the desk. Your hands grip the edge, careful not to temper with any sonic equipment as Mark raises your skirt lightly. His hand grazes your bare ass and you're sent reeling as your own anxieties begin to set in. You're made strikingly aware that you had never actually had sex in the studio. Lightly touching and horny pawing at each other is the most that has ever been achieved within these four walls but going all the way...

"Daddy- I m-mean, Mark, can we-"

"Shh- it's okay." He says, as if reading your thoughts, "It's totally fine, barely anyone's here. They all left-" while he coos in your ear, you feel Mark lightly push you over the desk before lifting your skirt. He tries to brush over the 'daddy' thing for the sake of your own pride but he can't help the way his cock twitched at your slip of the tongue.

"Holy fucking shit." His curses bring your mind to unholy places, being someone that rarely ever swears. Mark is absolutely far gone as he is quick to bring his cock out of his sweat pants and ease into you without a second thought.

"I need you to call me daddy again." He admits as he begins fucking you with absolute fervour. His hand is on your hip, forcing you to take each and every bit of him.

"F-fuck," is all you're able to say as he bottoms out inside of you. Your walls contract around him, stopping him for pulling out too far, and only swallowing him deeper until the head of his cock is pushing up against a bundle of sensitive nerves. You're left to squeeze your own breasts as Mark fucks you from behind, lost in the haze of chasing his own orgasm.

"Baby, if you want me to cum quick enough I need you to call me Daddy in that sexy fucking voice of yours. Tell me how good I make you feel."

"F-Fuck daddy you make me feel s-so"

"F-Fuck, I'm not gonna last long-" He warns.

You'repanting, as Mark begins to rut against you with little to no more constraint.

"No one slese can make you feel this good, baby?" His eyes are half crescents as he says, "Tell me you love me baby,"

"I love you, daddy- I fucking need you-"

Oh-fuck I'm going to c-cum" He exclaims, eyes squeezed shut before forcing them open.

"Oh-god, oh fuck,"

His orgasm, sparks your own. Mark hisses as he drags his cock out of your cunt before spilling his seed all over your ass. He's shaking so bad, some even reaches your skirt but he's too far gone to care.

Soon, your orgasm blazes through you like a million suns burning in your core all at once. Mark is absolutely enamored. "Back to work."

"Mark- my underwear."

"Just..." he sughs, his lips pressing against your cheek in a lingering kiss, "Get back in the booth."

[sweetiechenle]

pls pls pls can you write some jaemin smut 😩 i just knowww he would be a dom

pairing: jaemin x afab!reader

w.c.: 1.7k

warnings: mdni 18+, established relationship, mentions of alcohol, reader and jaemin are tipsy but its all consensual, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex (don't do this), creampie, exhibitionist jaemin he wants yall to get caught so bad, dirty talk, jaemin is a dom because yeah, pet names, praise, you're a freak, jaemin is a freak, we're all freaks.

requests are always open ＼( 'ω')／

it was loud, wet, and sticky. your skin crawled every time your shoes lingered on the floor, leaving a squishy sound with every step. but of course, you could never deny anything of your boyfriend jaemin, and his friends. they dragged you to a mutual friend's apartment for a small party, about thirty people in a two bedroom apartment with one bathroom. jaemin stopped by a convenience store to get you your own alcohol so you wouldn't have to drink 'shitty stuff at the party' as jaemin put it. and of course, being the loving girlfriend, you were already five drinks deep. jaemin being four, he wasn't drunk, but you could tell he was on his way there from the way his face flushed pink.

you were well on your way, the plane had already taken off at this point. you danced with haechan, took shots with mark and jeno, and sang a random song with renjun, and you had just ended your third game of beer pong with chenle and jisung. your boyfriend jaemin was nowhere to be found, stumbling around the living room, you quickly spotted his platinum blond hair on the couch surrounded by people.

you walked over to him as best as you could in your drunken state, grabbing the arm of the couch and plopping down right on his lap. his lips immediately radiating a smile as he saw you, 'hi babyyy' he slurred out, definitely tipsy now. you gave him a smile, a devious smile. one he knew well, you put your chin down and stared up into his eyes through your eyelashes, brandishing a coy smile.

jaemin gave you a questioning look, snaking his arms around your waist to hold you in place. 'did ya need something babe?' you hummed, turning back to look at him again. eyeing him up and down, like he would be your last meal, you hummed, lightly grabbing his hand that was placed on your stomach.

'jaemin, i need you' you whispered in his ear.

he knew you were, for the past five minutes, all you were giving him were bedroom eyes, drunken lust that burned right through your core. you needed him now, and he knew exactly what you were trying to do.

'baby, can you wait until we get home?' he whispered back, trying his hardest to restrain your urges.

didn't work because as soon as he said that you whined loudly and pouted, digging your hips into his growing bulge. 'but-' he cut you off with a soft kiss, letting it linger for a moment, gone too fast.

'impatient' he tsked, feigning disappointment, 'get up' he demanded.

you immediately obliged, feet scrambling to stand up so jaemin could too. he sighed and grabbed your wrist, leading you to the only bathroom in the apartment. jaemin jiggled the handle only to find it locked, he pounded on the door with his free hand, 'hey! open up' he shouted, 'my um, girlfriend is about to throw up' his quick thinking did the trick, and a moment later a random guy came stumbling out with an apology.

your boyfriend led you into the bathroom, promptly shutting the door and locking it. you stood there waiting for his next move. he walked up to you, trapping you between him and the sink (that wasn't any cleaner than the whole place). you braced yourself, staring up at him, gripping the fake porcelain behind you. 'so needy tonight' jaemin breathed, 'don't worry darling, i'll take care of you' he dipped down and grabbed your thighs, pulling you up so you could sit on top of the sink. he didn't want to bother with a lot of foreplay, he knew he had to be fast.

jaemin started with your pants and underwear, lowering them down to your ankles. you shuttered as the cool breeze hit your bare skin, your boyfriend was quick to replace it with the warmth of his hand, rubbing the soft skin up and down and then moving in a small circular motion, making you moan at the contact. he pushed a finger into your pussy, earning a groan from you at the sudden stretch, he brought his free hand up to your mouth, covering it a bit, 'you have to be quiet baby or else everyone will hear you, so desperate for my cock...' he trailed off, shoving two fingers into your mouth. you choked, the words going straight to your core as he pumped his finger faster, adding a second one.

jaemin groaned, his pants growing increasingly tighter in his jeans at the sight in front of him, you spread out on the sink with his fingers deep in your cunt. 'should i unlock the door, baby? hm, you'd like that, wouldn't you? you want everyone to know that you're mine, so hopeless begging to be fucked like a slut' crying out at his words, jaemin shoved the fingers further in your mouth making you choke and salivate.

he noticed you tense up, you were about to come from the way his fingers were pushing in and out of you, his thumb playing with your clit. he stopped and removed his hand. 'if you are good, i'll eat your pretty little pussy... do you want to be good for me? are you a good girl?' you nodded hastily, 'use your words doll'

'y-yes jaemin, i'll be good for you, i'm good, i'm your good girl' you cried, your body burning for attention again.

jaemin lowered himself to the floor, his face now in line with your sopping, wet cunt. wasting no more time, he dove straight in. licking up your cunt and sticking his tongue inside, wanting every drop you had to offer. he was acting like a starved man, and you were his salvation. you bite down on your bottom lip hard, wanting to conceal your moans, wanting to be good for him, but he made it so hard. jaemin lapped your clit and resumed pumping two fingers into you, making the shockwaves course through your body.

'you taste so good princess, you are so good for me' jaemin muttered, diving in once again to drink up your juices, 'are you going to come for me? mmm be a good girl, i know you can' knuckles going white with how hard you were clutching the sink, stabilizing yourself as you cried out jaemin's name, the waves of fire coming in hot, burning right through your core as you came in jaemin's mouth. he stood up, grabbing you off of the sink, holding your weight as your legs still shook. he turned you around and you looked up at yourself in the mirror, 'fuck i look like a mess' you thought, sobering up but you didn't look the part, hair a mess and sweaty. pulled out of your thoughts as you heard jaemin's zipper, you looked around, his jeans down to his thighs along with his underwear, stroking his cock.

'look forward' he snatched a patch of your hair, forcing your face back to the mirror, his darkened eyes met yours, 'if you make any noise, i'll unlock the door so everyone here can know how much of a whore you are for my cock' your pussy quivering at his words, too much excitement and fear filling you all at once. jaemin lined himself up with your entrance, death grip holding your hips in place. if this was happening anywhere that wasn't a random person's bathroom he would've taken his time with you, but it wasn't, you had no time to adjust and jaemin would apologize later. he snapped his hips rapidly against yours, bottoming out in an instant. you gasped and trembled, lurching forward into the sink, biting back a scream that would've given you both away to everyone in attendance. jaemin watched your pained expression through the mirror, burning the image into his brain as your knees buckled under him. he started moving, pistoning into your bruised pussy, and only his grunting and skin slapping could be heard throughout the tiny space.

through hooded eyelids and blurred vision, you could vaguely watch him through the mirror, his eyes looking down at your connected bodies, mouth hanging open in pure bliss. 'fuck princess, you're so good to me, let them hear you i don't care, baby, show them who you belong to' he moved faster, heavy balls clapping against your labium.

pulling your hips down hard you cried out 'o-oh my god jaemin, i'm gonna come, please' you couldn't see anything as the room span, maybe from the waves of pleasure running through you or the copious amounts of alcohol.

you could barely register the fact that jaemin grasped your hair and forced your face in front of the mirror again, fucked out expression as jaemin rasped in your ear 'watch. i want you to watch-h me-me as i come in your pussy'

he stuttered his words, setting a more brutal pace, beating up your cunt as he thundered into you. trying to reach his own high, your core flared, the wave of pleasure crashing down on you again like a huge tidal wave. the band began to snap as jaemin's thrusts became sloppy and uneven, you couldn't hear a thing, your head falling to the side as the wave crashed over and all you could see was white. going tense, you clenched and couldn't help howling out jaemin's name along with curses strung out.

your boyfriend let out a choked moan, bruises surely on your hips due to the force of his grip. hot liquid filled you to the brim, running down your leg as he rode out his orgasm. 'fuck' he murmured, peppering kisses up and down your exposed neck, 'im so glad we came in here' he laughed pulling out of you and pulled your pants up before any more of his seed could slip away. you turned and watched as he shoved himself back into his briefs and pulled up his pants. making sure you both look presentable, he brushed your hair out of your face, giving you light kisses on the cheek before coming to your lips, 'i love you' he spoke in the softest voice you ever heard.

he grabbed your hand and unlocked the door, pushing you forward so you could leave first, 'o-oh hi jeno' you blushed, the taller boy stood before you at the entrance, you blushed as he moved past to let you go. he stopped jaemin, 'i hate you guys' he grimaced entering the bathroom and slamming the door shut.

jaemin just laughed and looked at you 'worth it'

[luvyeni]

[ req? yes / no ]

𝗦𝗖𝗘𝗡𝗘 ──────── mark can’t stand jeno talking to you or even being around you…

( 対 ) mark lee + fem. reader wc. 0.8k genre smut· contains! mature content. / back to library

watching you basically drool over jeno mark could only feel one thing — he wanted to kill him. he wanted to kill him because how dare he make you laugh like that? flex his muscles and flaunt , mark was pissed. “could you not look at jeno like you want to rip his head off for talking to her.”

he scoffed. “talking to her? he’s practically ready fuck her right then and there.” haechan rolled his eyes at his friend. “aren’t you the one who says he doesn’t want a relationship? this is your fault.” he tapped the boy's shoulders walking away. the boy was right, and maybe that’s was his problem , but now as he watches jeno put his arm around your shoulder — he can only feel one emotion : anger.

“you wanna get out of here?” jeno whispers in your ear. “or are you only here to make a certain person upset?” you smirked. “what to do you want?” his eyes trace your body and he groans. “as much as i want to take you out of here , your current problem is currently on his way over here , and im gonna walk away so i don’t get into a fight with one of my best friends.” he gave you a kiss to the temples just to piss mark off even more before walking away.

you can feel him walking up behind you and before you could even turn around, he was dragging you away. “mark.” you say , but he just turns to you. “shut up.” he drags you to a nearby room , closing the door.

“you love fucking with me don’t you?” pushing you against the door. “what did i do?” you pout innocently. “keep playing games yn.” his hand coming up to your cheeks to squeeze your cheeks. “it won’t end well for you.”

that shut you right there; he smirked , letting your face go. “on your knees.” you drop immediately down. “look at you , ready for anything i give you even if you were just ready to ride jeno in fucking public.” he unbuckled his belt , pushing his pants down to his ankles. “fucking slut.” pulling his cock out from his shorts , his mushroom tip dripping with pre-cum as he slapped it on your lips. “open your mouth.”

he pushed his cock into your mouth with a groan. “ah fuck!” he hissed , holding the back of your head as he began to rut into your mouth; his cock hitting the back of your throat , making you gag. “mmh fuck.” he grabbed the wall to hold himself off. “such a tight throat , gonna fucking cum.” he used your mouth to get himself off , holding the back of your head , pushing it down. “fuck!” he cursed as his cock twitched as he shot ropes of cum down your throat. “swallow it, swallow my fucking cum.”

pushing you on the bed, your skirt rolling up to your stomach. “look at how wet you fucking are.” he cupped your clothed cunt. “is this for me , or for him?” you whimpered, desperate for his touch. “answer me.” he slapped your cunt , you shouted. “you!” he pulled your thong to the side , the tip of his cock against your hole. “that’s right.” he pushed himself inside you. “fuck you’re so wet.”

he gripped your waist , pounding into you. “you’re fucking mine.” he growled , hand wrapping around your throat. “understand? he can’t fuck you like i can.” pressing down on your lower belly , a pornographic moan emitting from your throat. “he can’t make you cum like me.” your eyes rolling to the back of your head. “such a whore for my dick , you gonna cum?” you nodded. “who said that you can? hmm? i wanna hear you beg.” he began to slow down , making sure you could feel all of him. “fucking beg.”

“mark please , pl-please let me cum.” his named flowed out your mouth like a mantra; over and over. “please.” he held your legs , pushing them against your chest as he went as deep as he could , your eyesight going white as he whispered into your ear. “cum for me.”

and that’s all you needed before you we’re gripping the sheet , letting out a scream as you came. “ah shit!” he pulled out , tugging at his cock , cumming all over your stomach. “fuck.” he sighed; riding out his own high , tapping the tip of his cock on your sensitive bud. “mine.”

you could barely remember the party the next day ; only the part of the night where after the party mark took you back to his place pulling three more orgasms out of you before allowing you to finally rest next to your , rubbing your stomach. “you’re my girl okay?” he kissed your temple.

“i wanna be the only man ever on your mind.”

©️LUVYENI

[loserlvrss]

𝐍𝐎 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ⟡ Mark Lee

( 六月 ). ─────you got my heartbeat to play to your time.

one thing about your boyfriend is that he would always take care of you 🫐📨 엔시티이민형 &fem!rea. ｡ ｡warn. ment. of being drunk, kiss 1THOU one shot, fluff, 𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝓇𝑒𝓁𝒶.

노트 my bf btw click4more

It’s a good thing the elevator in your apartment hadn’t gone out yet, otherwise the man on your arm would’ve been upset—though he’d never let you know that.

He just loved you too much for that. And, you kept telling him about how much of a good night it was for you. Seeing old friends and getting drinks. He’d never dream of ruining that.

“Baby,” He stated quietly, pulling your arm around his waist higher, as it kept slipping. “Hold on, just a little longer…why’d you have to live on the 10th floor? Thank God the elevator isn’t out. Is the view really worth it though?” He watched the numbers climb, illuminated electronically above the door.

Your eyebrows furrowed, and though you were hunched against him, you willed your head up.

Deadpanning, you replied, “duh.” To which he just laughed at, “You just don’t get it, Mark! Have you seen it? It’s beautiful! Not more than you but, you know.”

“Many times—actually, I helped you move in, baby.”

You giggled, head falling into his side, “Y-yeah, you did…do you remember haechan falling up the stairs? He wasn’t even carrying anything heavy! Oh my god, it was so funny, I swear I peed my pants!”

Mark thought that, for a drunk girl, you were very good at not sounding slurred with your words. However, standing or walking in a straight line were two very different tasks for you to accomplish in this state. But, he thought it was cute that you thought of him to pick you up and make sure you got home safely. He loved that you loved him so much; shared so many memories with him and were still willing to make them.

And truthfully, he loved you more.

The elevator dinged, the voice telling you that the doors were now opening. Mark braced his arm around you tighter, hiking you up to be, at least a little, straighter.

You trudged along, holding back his attempts to keep a steady pace. You knew it was difficult to move on your own accord in your current state but, honestly you could’ve just fallen asleep on the floor if you fell.

“Work—with—me—here, y/n. Please,” He gritted, practically dragging your giggling figure, “Do you even want to sleep in your own bed?”

Your eyes narrowed soberly, “Are you staying?”

“Will that make you walk faster?”

As if possessed, the thought alone was enough to make you straighten your back and begin willing your legs to move—clumsily, of course, but you knew your boyfriend was still a crutch to make sure you didn’t hit the floor.

He laughed in disbelief, then relief once you two finally had made it to your numbered door. Mark put in the passcode and it chimed with satisfaction.

“You scare me sometimes, baby.”

You hopped in place, the door swinging open with the length of his arm. You slumped against the wall, unhooking the strap of your heels and kicking them off.

“Let’s go to bed!” And when you were about take off down the hall, a hand grabbed yours and stopped you—your feet comically still stomping in place. Your eyebrows furrowed, and you looked over your shoulder in confusion.

“First,” he started, leading you down the hall; for a moment you thought he just didn’t want you to run but, he turned off into your bathroom. Mark hit the switch and illuminated the room, your eyes shutting instinctively. “Your makeup.”

As if it was a daunting statement, you whined, trying to get out of his grip. “No.”

“You’ll kill me in the morning, babe,” He grabbed your waist, hoisting you onto the counter and trapping you with his body, “It won’t take long.”

Your pinky swung from the porcelain and into his view, “Promise.” You weren’t asking, and that made him laugh.

His pinky connected with yours, “Promise.” He replied adamantly, mimicking your movement and kissing the end of his balled fist.

He got to work, grabbing the remover and a couple cotton rounds. He gently swiped your skin, and you swear your head kept drifting to the side with tiredness. You couldn’t help that your boyfriend was the sole reason you could get a good-nights sleep.

Instead of trying to keep you up, he grabbed it, huffing out another laugh at your antics but, letting you fully fall asleep in his hand.

Mark admired you as he tried his best to get the mascara off, smudging it and making you look a little foolish. He thought you were cute; the way your lips were parted, small snores leaving them. The slight crease of your brows as he put your moisturizer and serums on. He swears he could feel his heart swell, knowing you were just that comfortable around him—so adamant to have him by your side—to have him love you.

And, he did.

He loved you so fucking much. His future was you. If he was your world, you were his sun. You were his lifeline. You were the one person he knew he could rely on without contest. If he was a producer, you were his muse. Everything revolved around you. Even if his thoughts weren’t originally for you, they’d eventually make their way back to you. He was excited to talk to you about anything and everything. He was blindsided by a love as strong as this mutual one.

He’d die for you, and that’s why he lives.

Honestly, he was so embarrassingly emotional right now for you, he could practically feel the tears welling up.

Mark swallowed the lump in his throat, grabbing the other side of your head and watching as you blinked yourself conscious.

You smiled sleepily, “When’d you get here, baby?”

He could feel your arms climb to be around his neck, pulling him and simultaneously pushing yourself to get body-to-body. You always craved the warmth (even subconscious) like you were cold-blooded.

“I’m always here.” He kissed the side of your mouth, whispering against your lips, “Now, let’s go to bed?”

© loserlvrss 2024 / 25. 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲𝗱. reblogs & feedback appreciated networks : @kstrucknet @neocity-net

[diorcities]

Nct dream calling their gfs loml (fluff)

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

so cute!!. library.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[222low]

nct 127 hand placement (i love your writing! <3)

nct 127 + hand placement .☘︎ ݁˖

127 scenario on where they put their hands

content: fluff, handsy (?), not proofread (lmk if u find any mistakes!), gn reader

johnny

waist. would def want to make you feel secure, especially when you're with him. if he can't keep you close to him with his arm fully around your waist, he'd at LEAST make sure it was on your lower back. he wants to give you the reassurance that he's always there and not gonna let go, which also gives off confidence.

taeyong

palm to palm. your hands would fit perfectly together, like a puzzle piece. i would say taeyong would have a more extravagant gesture when it comes to his hand placements, but he likes the silent understanding of your connection and the grounding that comes with your palms pressed together, no matter where you are.

yuta

thigh/knee. i think this is a more intimate one, and one that yuta would definitely do. he wouldn't even do this on purpose, it just happens to be where his hands drift when you guys are together, where it feels the most comfortable. he likes the warmth of your skin on his and knows that you do too. he likes to tap his fingers against your skin playfully when he's bored, not even aware of it. you've grown to not acknowledge it as much either, it being a casual thing now.

doyoung

pinkies intertwined. i think that when you guys arent in public for everyone to see, he would definitely want your fingers intertwined, but just feeling each others presence with the closeness of two fingers is enough for him. just to know he's there. he would take your pinkie in his when he knows you're in situations where you're anxious, or if you guys were sitting down or waiting in line together, a promising connection.

jaehyun

your hand around his arm. i feel like jaehyuns arms would sort of act as your arm rest? being so close to him as his body radiates heat for the both of you gives you a sense of comfort and closeness knowing he won't go anywhere. i think he would like when you get tired and rest your head on his bicep as well, knowing that you feel comfy enough to do that.

jungwoo

around the back of your neck. ifykwim? around your neck and holding onto your hand that moves up to him, liking the feeling of your body sinking into his as his frame stand behind you. he loves coming up to you and just throwing his arm around your shoulders, holding you close to him. although casual, when you interlace fingers, you feel his thumb run over the back of your hand making you feel warm and secure.

mark

interlaced fingers. i just feel like this fits mark so well..romantic and traditional. dragging u along with him (or vice versa), but never letting go of each other. casually slipping his hand into yours, you can feel the affection he radiates. he loves interlacing your fingers because he thinks that it keeps you guys even closer, and you don't complain.

haechan

everywhere and anywhere. he'll honestly switch it up depending on his mood or the day. i feel like he would be really playful in a relationship and you would never know where his hands would go when you guys go out. romcom haechan putting his hand in your back jean pocket..around your waist..around your wrist..you never know, and he loves that.

a/n: thanks for reading!! its been a whileee lol..hopefully im back for a bit :3 gonna go work on some dreamie drafts!

[xotaemintol]

Which one of the dreamies is the most dominant iyo?

(Not you sending this anonymously after texting me about it girl lmfao 😭) but anyways, I’ve actually been thinking about this for a while now because I want to start doing NCT DREAM hc’s but I feel like it’ll definitely shock some people if I don’t put Jeno first buuuut…

My personal ranking would be: Jaemin, Jeno, Mark, Jisung, Haechan, Chenle, and Renjun.

Jaemin gives soft dom energy, like he’s rough but he’d also praise you and tell you that you’re doing a good job for him. He seems like he gets enjoyment out of you being embarrassed, covering your face, or doing anything that makes you look smaller than him. He seems like the type to have a size kink as well, so if you even utter the words “so big.” Or “too big.” He gets so turned on and will immediately tease you, he’ll ask you in soft coo’s if it feels good—telling you to take it as he thrusts into you with powerful movements. Luckily he’s not cruel enough to be so deep or so rough that he’ll bruise your cervix but it’s happened once or twice before. But like I said he gives soft dom energy, I just know that immediately after he’s clinging to you and kissing your face all over. “Oh baby you did such a good job!” He’s right back to giving you adorable words of encouragement while cleaning you up as you lie there in shambles.

Jeno seems like he’d be the most dominant but I beg to differ, he’s definitely a service dom. He wants to do anything to get you off but he’s not submissive, tell him where you want him to touch, tell him you want him to eat you out, ask him to finger you—your strong puppy boyfriend is there to please you right away “Like that baby? Does it feel good? Right there?” . Sometimes he’s a little strict on what he will and won’t do, once you asked him to fuck you in the bathroom of the restaurant you were in and he told you no three times before he basically dragged you there and fucked you like a wild man. But in general Jeno likes to be gentle with you, when he’s eating you out or fingering you he loves getting genuine reactions—he compliments you as he gives you soft kisses on your thighs with his fingers deep inside of you. When he fucks you (if he’s not feeling especially feral or punishing you.) he holds you close, he’ll hold your body tightly as his thick cock slides in and out of you—his praises are quiet and accompanied by gentle kisses all over your neck. He’s really into the sounds you make so he fucks you like he’s dying to hear you say his name. “Good girl. Good good girl..my pretty baby…pretty princess…say-say my name…say my name.” His words are both soft yet aggressive, and when he cums inside of you he holds you so tight you might pop.

Mark also gives soft dom energy, he’s more of a playful dom. He likes to keep things mostly vanilla and lead you calmly, he loves guided masturbation and he especially loves it when you touch yourself as if he’s not there. He’ll praise with in a low and steady voice, telling you to keep the same slow pace as you move your fingers in and out of you. it’s absolutely agonizing but the way he talks to you makes your whole body throb with desire. “Just like that baby, keep your eyes on me…now move your hand…just like that baby, that’s right…good girl.” He’s so good at praise, it’s literally insane how good he is at using his words—he’s almost too good. The moment he notices you getting impatient he starts teasing you, he’ll tell you to beg for him and trust if you don’t beg enough he’ll tell you to do it with more passion. “No no no baby, say it like you mean it; say please, please fuck me Mark.” The moment you give him what he wants he’ll fuck you like his life depends on it. You feel like you’re floating away from how good his stroke game is, while he’s fucking you he’s still talking to you—telling you how good you feel around him, how pretty you are and how much he loves fucking you.

Jisung is definitely more of a hard dom but he could pass as a switch but it’s only because hes extremely likely fuck himself dumb. Jisung is really really into seeing you beg, cry, cum, shake, scream—anything that indicates pleasure (or pain hes close to that line.) makes him go crazy. He absolutely loves to degrade you but with a healthy mixture of praise too, “You’re so pretty baby, my pretty girl…my pretty slut. Did my voice make you that horny? Did my slutty girl go dumb already?” He’s such a dirty talker, especially when you lose it. His fingers are enough to have you empty headed and desperate, his long slender fingers fuck you so good; but they also only make you want him more. Every whiny call of his name makes him sicker than the last. “Sung? Sungie? Jisung? What’s wrong baby? Is it too much? Are you trying to tell me that it’s too much?” It’s like his fingers shut your brain off through your pussy, and when he finally fucks you it’s so rough—he loves to kiss you while he’s deep inside of you, something about it turns him on so much more. And of course he has to cum inside of you, he just loves how it feels.

Haechan is more of a switch, a bratty one too. He enjoys doing things that’ll piss you off, if he’s feeling more dominate that day he’ll edge you for hours. He’s so set on seeing you cry and beg, if he’s fingering you and he notices you getting close he’ll stop right before you finish—he’ll do this for so long until you finally break. “You look so cute baby, are you gonna cry? Hm? You gonna cry baby?” He loves teasing you, he gets off to the way you whimper and call his name. “Hyuck? D-Do…you look so cute when you beg.” When he fucks you he absolutely loves to make you look at him; seeing your eyes roll as you struggle to keep them open makes his toes curl. But when he’s submissive, the shoe is completely on the other foot. He’s so sensitive, if you touch his nipples even a little his body flinches. “You’re so cute like this Hyuck…” When you praise him he melts into such a mess, his voice cracks as you ride him—he’s so sensitive, he can hardly even speak from the feeling of your walls around him. You’re so warm, so wet, and he fits so perfectly inside of you. He gets so drunk on you when he’s being subby, and when he cums he has to hold you and have your body as close to his as possible.

Chenle is also a bratty switch, when hes subbing he’s so difficult and disobedient and when he’s a dom he’s so cruel. “You look so pretty on your knees baby, do you think you’ve earned it yet?” He’ll tease you when you’re sucking his dick, complimenting how pretty your lips look around his cock and pulling your hair as you look him in his eyes. When he fucks you he’s so vocal and so rough, biting, scratching, hair pulling—he likes it all. Of course he has to cum inside of you, he fucks you as deep as humanly possible and when he’s close he’ll tease you about how he’s going to get your pregnant one of these times. “You ready to have my baby?” He’s such a kinky fuck. But when he’s subbing…it’s like what he did to you is only a projection of what he wants. Slap him, bite him, pull his hair and degrade him; sit on his face and make him eat you out till his jaw locks. “You’re such a good boy for me.” Even the most basic praise in between humiliating him will reduce him to a pathetic and desperate animal in heat. When you’ve finally had your fill of him eating you out and decide that he’s worthy of fucking you he’s so overstimulated that he can’t even speak; all that comes out of his mouth is gibberish. But even in that state he can still beg to cum inside of you—and if he’s been good enough you’ll let him.

Renjun gives me model sub energy, like he wants you to treat him like a prince—buy him sexy outfits to wear, worship his body, and spoil him with kisses and pleasure. He loves it when you suck his dick, he gets off to the feeling of your lips and tongue before he gets to fuck you—and of course it’s his right to fuck you; he’s your spoiled baby after all. “Mhmm…just like that, it feels so good.” His moans are so pretty, it’s such a show when fucking him—the way his back arches and how his heavy dick throbs and twitches is so lewd and beautiful. By the time he’s inside of you he’s already cum three times, but he can last for another because it means he finally gets to be deep inside of you. When he’s on top his stroke game is amazing, it’s like his brain has moved to his dick from how perfectly he fucks you. His lips are red and kiss swollen and his entire face is flushed—when you get on top you can fully appreciate how beautiful his face looks when you please him. “S-So good…” his voice drifts off as his eyes roll, his head falls back into the pillows and he goes silent from how good you feel. When he finally cums he gasps for air and looks you right in your eyes—he loves to look at you and watch your face as he cums, you’re just so pretty and he loves you so much; he has to burn the image of you in his mind as he cums inside of you.

[sincerelyneo]

hiiii will you repost your old haechan frat boy fic 🫣

i'm not sure if this is the one you were talking about, but it's the only google doc i had of haechan in a college au.

all bark no bite | l.hc

❯ summary: Lee Haechan is the most annoying man you’ve ever encountered. But that doesn’t mean you don’t find him hot; and maybe that’s why he has you flat on his mattress one night at a random frat party.

❯ pairings: haechan x fem!reader

❯ genre: college!au, rivals, smut.

❯ words: 2.5k

❯ tags: 18+ minors dni!, smut, angst, hate sex, oral sex (female receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it up !), pet names, excessive use of the name ‘baby’ and ‘princess’, begging, dirty talk, reader uses she/her pronouns, haechan is very cocky, haechan 1000% has a crush on the reader.

Lee Haechan is an asshole. A condescending, irritating asshole who knows exactly how to get on your fucking nerves and—

“God — fucking — dammit—!”

— is currently the asshole pressing you against his mattress.

Truth be told, you don’t even know how you got here. You remember being shoved in a closet with him for Seven Minutes in Heaven at some random frat party his friends were throwing, but you for sure as hell remember absolutely refusing to kiss him.

“Why not?” He’d sneered, folding his arms. “You scared you’re gonna like it, Princess? Promise I’ll take real good care of you–"

"Oh, please,” you’d scoffed right back. “Let’s not pretend you know your way around a girl’s body, Hyuck. I doubt you could even find my clit–"

"I would obliterate your pussy if you’d let me, and you know it,” there was a glint in his eye as he looked you up and down, “And we both know you’d like it.”

You were so fired up that you hadn’t even noticed how close you’d gotten to each other; you could feel his breath on your lips, his chest against yours. So irritated by his cockiness, you hardly even registered what you said next until it was too late:

“You’re all bark no bite, Lee Haechan.”

For the last three years you’ve been at college, you and Haechan had both been walking on eggshells around each other. There’d always been tangible tension ever since you had shut down one of his rants in class and essentially destroyed him — and from there it’d been a competition to one-up one another. You hated him, he hated you… but doesn’t the line between hate and lust wear oh so thin when it’s someone as hot as him?

The answer is yes, evidently.

After the seven minutes we’re up, Haechan wastes no time dragging you out of the closet and to his bedroom, earning him a matter of gasps and ‘ooohhhs’ from the rest of the players.

Next thing you know, you’re lying on your stomach, hands pinned at the small of your back as he thrusts into you so deeply you swear you can feel him in your stomach. His sheets rub against your clit with every body-wrecking slap of his hips against you, your throat hoarse from screaming. And for a moment you’re really, really, really fucking sorry for even doubting his abilities so much — because God can he fuck.

But you’d never tell him that, you don’t need to. His ego is already massive, he’ll live without validation from you — or so you think.

A hand crowds underneath you, before seizing your neck and pulling you up. The shortness of breath makes you pant, pulsing around him instinctively and you hear him laugh in your ear.

Fucking asshole.

And as if he hears you, his fingers find your mouth — and you gag, because his fingers are fucking thick and he’s shoving them down your throat. And the worst part is you love it, your mouth swallowing them the minute they push past your lips like it was just instinct.

"Oh, baby,” he laughs breathlessly, “Next time you do that, make sure it’s on my dick."

"You fucking wish—” you grunt, because he’s laying into you real deep now, slow, languid thrusts that have you refraining from shuddering all over– “as if there’s going to be a next time, you dick."

"Oh?” his hips still.

Then, almost thoughtfully, they begin again. Slow and teasing and not nearly enough to have you writhing in pleasure. His pace is tortuous, and if he didn’t have your arms pinned behind you, you’d claw at his back to make him speed up.

“Really? You think one night of the best sex you’ll ever have is enough?"

"Please, your dick game isn’t that impressive,” you say flatly. “Just make me cum and get this over with.”

You feel the heat of his breath as he dips his head again, placing kisses on your jaw so gently that for a moment you’re taken aback. “Don’t get impatient now, baby. I told you I’d take care of you didn’t I? Just…” His hips still again– “I think I’d like you to ask for it.”

“Ask?” You scoff, incredulous.

He nibbles down on your ear, before brushing past it with his lips low enough to whisper, “You're right. I meant beg.”

“What, you get off on girls begging for your permission–?"

There’s a rough snap of his hips into you and you have to bite hard down on your lip to stop yourself from whimpering.

"Not just any girls,” he mutters, so quiet that you almost don’t hear. “Only you.”

You’re going to pretend that your heart doesn’t flip when he says that, partially because of how sick it is that that gets you off, and instead focus on what the fuck is going on.

Did Lee Haechan just admit he wants you to beg for him? The same man who’d made it his college mission to torment and tease you at every given opportunity wants you.

If you weren’t lying on your stomach and taking every thick inch of him you’d be running in shock horror. But you find the idea isn’t quite as horrifying as you’d imagined.

“… Maybe we can fit more than one round in tonight, but that’s all I can offer you,” you say after a moment. You can feel him freeze up behind you. “I’m a busy girl with exams, Hyuck, I don’t have time to be running around with strange men–”

“Strange men?” His laugh is really nice. Sweet and dorky — the opposite of the usual mischievous chuckling he did when he knew he had gotten under your skin — and you only manage a huff of your own laughter yourself before you’re caught off guard by his steadily increasing grinds. “And after those exams? Got any time for a strange man like me?"

“…I’d have to check my calendar.”

He hums, and you swear to God if he stops again you’ll take back everything. "But for now… What’s your calendar open to, baby? Three? Four rounds?”

“Bold of you to assume you’ll get me to cum more than once,” you mumble, but you’re beginning to lose your breath as he picks up the pace once again. “I’ll warn you, though – I get loud after two.”

You don’t have to look back to know he’s sporting a smug as fuck grin. “You better muffle yourself with a pillow then, because I’m not stopping.”

“You’re so fucking sexy when you do that.”

Okay, so maybe the whole ‘waiting until after exams’ bit is getting to Haechan. He wouldn’t wait until your calendar cleared up, he couldn’t, his testosterone wouldn’t let him.

It’s been a whole three days since he got to fuck you; and God was it driving him insane.

You glance up at him now, unimpressed. You knew studying with him was a bad idea, but he’d been so insistent; and you had to admit, knowing he had made you cum four times made his presence all the more tolerable to hang out with.

“When I what? Do science homework?"

"No, no – I mean, yes. When you concentrate you get this small… crease between your brows…” He reaches forward – concentrating himself – tugging the plush of his bottom lip between his teeth as he reaches out to poke between your brows. “You look fucking sexy.”

“Alright, Casanova, hands to ourselves” you snort before you return to your reading.

The silence doesn’t last long, and the second he opens his mouth you swear you’re two moments away from taping his lips together.

“Lemme eat you out.”

“Wh– no!” Horrified, you peek around to see if anyone had heard him. But the library is virtually empty – it always is after 11 PM on a Friday.

And also, you’re both tucked away in a table at the back behind the History books that no-one ever takes out.

“You should be studying.”

“Don’t worry about me, I got this exam in the bag.”

You glare. “You’re awfully confident.”

“Yeah.” He shrugs, slumping in his seat again. “You’re my only competition, and, well…”

“Well, what?” You demand, setting your book down.

This was the usual dynamic you were familiar with when it came to Lee Haechan.

“You saying I’m not good enough competition, for you Hyuck? If my memory serves me correctly – and it definitely does – I beat you by 10% on our last exam.”

His own eyes narrow.

Oh, you just hit a nerve.

“Just for that,” he begins slowly, pushing his chair out, “I’m gonna suck your clit ‘til you go dizzy.”

“What part of no don’t you understand?”

But the promise is enticing and you part your legs anyway as he shimmies underneath the table.

“You’re such a fuckboy, I swear–”

“I am not!” He objects incredulously from beneath you. “I just like how you taste, baby.”

A fuckboy, you swear. But he’s got a way with words (and a way with his fingers, and a way with his tongue, and a way with his di—).

You feel your skirt being rucked up and your panties being pulled to the side – seconds later, his face ducks up from the table, grinning wolfishly.

“You’re kinda wet down here, baby. Are you sure you’re okay?” He teases.

“Shut up before I scream,” you grunt, folding your arms.

“Wouldn’t that be a dream?” He sighs. He retreats not two milliseconds after, though, and you hear him whistle lowly to himself. And then, so quiet you almost don’t catch it: “Fucking hell, baby.”

You make a promise that if he calls you baby once more you’re going to kick him because it makes your stomach flutter and your palms sweat — but then he licks a rough line up your pussy and you decide that maybe you’ll allow him to call you whatever he pleases.

Your head falls back as he does it again, and again, and again, as if he’s trying to clean up whatever mess you’d made in your panties. And normally you’d be irritated — wanting him to just move onto your clit already — but he genuinely sounds like he’s enjoying himself.

Quiet groans in his throat and passionate movements of his jaw, and his hands grasp your thighs so tightly you know there’ll be bruises. He smacks his lips wetly and you jolt, peeking out from behind the bookshelf to see if anyone had seen.

“Calm down,” He says, words muffled against you. “Nobody comes behind here on a Friday night. We’re safe.”

And as if to punctuate his point: a finger pulls back the hood of your clit, and true to his word, he sucks. Quickly, you shove your fist into your mouth and begin to gnaw on your knuckles, squeezing your eyes shut so hard that you see stars.

“H-Hyuck,” you whimper, “Unless you want me to get us caught–"

"I know, I know,” he says, sighing. His face comes out from underneath the table again. “I’ll be good if you pull your top down.”

“W-what?” To be fair, you’re still delirious off pleasure because his thumb hasn’t stopped grinding against your clit. “Why?"

"So I can play with your tits,” he says easily, shrugging. “C'mon, Princess. Show me your boobs.”

You stare at him for a moment, disbelief written on your face. “You’re such a man.”

“And you’ve still got the limp to prove it, haven’t you, baby? Don’t think I haven’t noticed the way you can’t walk straight.”

“Whatever.” You pull your top down, tug your breasts out of their cups – only to appease him and get him to shut up. Immediately he takes one in his grabby hands, all warm and rough as he tugs and pulls at one nipple.

So, okay, maybe he does know what he’s doing. Sometimes. Who are you kidding? All the time.

“Hm, you like that, don’t you?"

"Shut up,” you hiss, “if you get us banned from this library because of your dirty talk I’m never fucking you again—shit."

“We both know that’s not true.”

A steady stream of suckling on your sensitive bundle of nerves calls your attention elsewhere; at the same time, your nipple is rolled between his index and thumb. You feel like you’re buzzing all over, and it’s not because you’ve had five cups of coffee in the last three hours.

You don’t realise that you’re panting – fucking close – until Haechan releases your clit with a pop. He ducks underneath the table to peek up at you again. "Are you trying to get us caught?"

"I’ll be quiet,” you promise through gritted teeth, shoving your top into your mouth. You restrain the urge to curse him out because you could feel the beginning flutters of your orgasm on the tip of your tongue, and you know he’ll draw it out as much as possible if given the chance. “Just keep going."

He’s wearing a victorious, shit-eating grin when he gets back to it, energy increasing rapidly. He eats pussy like he’s competing for a trophy, and truth be told, you don’t mind being his prize if he makes you cum as hard as you did a few days ago. His tongue moves eagerly, tracing letters and numbers and fucking his name on your sensitive skin before sucking again.

No noise. You try to coach your brain into silence.

You never usually have a problem keeping quiet for the first orgasm. But as much as you hate to admit it, the act of being eaten out in a public library is a different kind of turn on.

And it really doesn't help that Haechan knows exactly what he’s doing.

Maybe that’s why when you cum, you have no problem with clinging to any part of him you can get your hands on — his hand on your chest, his hair between your legs. A weak whimper follows as you contract around nothing, hips bucking gently into his mouth, and he takes it all in.

Fuck.

He slides back from under the table and resurfaces a metre away, grinning widely. You know the image of you looking so ruined because of him is doing wonders for his ego — so as quickly as possible you pull your top down and readjust your skirt, panties irritatingly rough against your skin.

"Good, huh?"

You don’t want to give him anymore satisfaction, but you know with the orgasm he had just given you so publicly, there was no use in lying. In fact, you’re certain lying to him would only make his cocky ego flame even more.

“Whatever, Hyuck. You give good head, I’ll give you that.”

He hums, leaning backwards. “Thanks, baby. Now, bend over."

”Excuse me?“ You say.

“C’mon, you can’t just let me eat your pretty pussy and not expect me to get hard. You’re blue balling me here, Princess.”

You’re so genuinely shaken by his unfaltering confidence that you just stare.

“And don’t pretend you don’t love my cock.”

“Hyuck—”

“Bend over, I’m not kidding.”

You’re in a library. Letting him eat you out was already a reach — but you can’t deny that you do love the feeling of him inside you. And he did take good care of you last time. And —

You sigh in defeat, standing. “Remember what I told you last time?"

"You get loud after two. I’ll keep that in mind, baby.”

[jiexclusive1]

𐙚🧸ྀི cockwarming- l. haechan

boyfriend!haechan x reader, cock warming, somnophilia, dubcon, creampie, unprotected sex (no no), sex under the influence of alcohol, haechan is a bit selfish and begs.

MDNI!

W/c- 1.4k

a/n- I had to… happy vday y’all, mwah!

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You and Haechan had decided to stay in on a Friday night, both too exhausted from the week to do anything else. A movie and a few drinks seemed like the perfect way to unwind—except for one small problem.

Alcohol affected the two of you in completely different ways.

You were curled up against his shoulder, his arm draped lazily around you, fingers tracing slow patterns on your thigh. With every passing second his touch inched higher, his intentions clear. You tried to reciprocate, tried to match his energy, but your eyelids grew heavier, fluttering shut despite your efforts.

"Baby—" You mumbled, shifting slightly to look at him. "I'm sorry, but I'm going to sleep."

Haechan's lips parted in protest, his words slightly slurred. "But... but what about—you're just gonna leave me high and dry like this?"

You rolled your eyes, pushing yourself off the couch with an unsteady sway. "Don't say it like that. I'm not leaving you anything—I'm just going to bed."

Without another word you stumbled toward your bedroom, leaving him pouting.

"But baby, I'm so horny." He whined, stumbling after you into the bedroom.

"Then fuck me Haechan." You shot back, suddenly turning to face him.

"How am I supposed to do that if you're just going to go to sleep on me?" He questioned, his lips curling into a slight pout as he looked at you.

You shot him a sly smirk before turning around, slipping your shorts down your legs and letting them pool at your feet. Without another word, you crawled into bed, the cool sheets brushing against your bare skin as you settled in, completely unfazed by his lingering stare.

"This isn't fair." Haechan huffed. "You can't just tell me to fuck you, take your clothes off, and then decide to go to sleep." He let out an exasperated sigh as he climbed into bed beside you, his body pressing close to yours

"I can, and I will." You murmured, tugging the covers up over your shoulders, settling in comfortably without a second thought.

"Fine, at least let me sleep with you." He sighed.

You nodded, allowing him to settle in behind you. His body pressed flush against yours, his bulge hard against your backside as his hand slipped over your waist, pulling you in closer.

The room fell into silence for a while, the only sound being your steady breathing as your eyes fluttered shut, but then Haechan shifted behind you, his body pressing more firmly against yours. He began grinding lightly against your ass, soft whiny moans escaping from his lips as he couldn't help but move, the feeling driving him crazy.

"Haechan." You said firmly, your voice low. "Stop."

"Can we at least cockwarm?" He asked, his voice full of frustration.

"Haechan—"

"Please." He pleaded, dragging out the word. "I'll leave you alone after that, I swear."

You sighed, rolling your eyes before nodding. "Fine, but that's it." Your voice held an edge of irritation, but it was hard to stay mad at him for long. He hummed softly in response, his hands gently pulling your underwear down, along with his own.

"Deal." He smiled.

He gently parted your legs, a shiver running through you as the cool air met your skin. 

Fuck, you're so wet baby." He groaned. He wrapped a hand around his length, teasing you as he slowly circled your clit. Your breath hitched as he finally aligned his tip with your aching entrance.

"Just put it—" Your words were cut off by a sharp gasp as he pushed himself into you, stretching you open in one slow thrust. A deep groan rumbled from his chest as your walls clenched around him, pulling him deeper.

"Oh my god." You breathed, your voice barely above a whisper as a shiver of pleasure ran through you. 

"See? Doesn't that feel good?" He murmured. "I can make you feel even better." His lips brushed against your neck as he spoke, his warm breath sending a shiver down your spine. He nuzzled into you, his nose grazing your skin.

"No. We had a deal, zip it." You shot back, your tone firm as you closed your eyes, shutting him out.

But—" He began, his voice hesitant.

"Go to sleep." You interrupted, your tone leaving no room for argument.

"Fine." He sighed as he wrapped an arm around your waist before finally closing his eyes.

But how could he possibly sleep when he was buried so deeply inside you? Your tight walls pulsed around him, keeping him snug in your heat while the slick evidence of your arousal pooled at the base of his shaft.

How could he go to sleep when your breathing was heavy? He tried so hard— tried to go to sleep, but how could he when you would moan ever so slightly every time you moved a bit? 

He knew you were in a deep sleep at that point, and he didn't want to bother you. He really tried to ignore his urges, really, but he was so turned on it hurt. Plus, you did tell him to fuck you, so he's just doing what you asked.

He began to move his hips slowly at first, just testing the waters. Your body responded instantly, tightening around him in a way that almost had him unraveling right then and there, the sensation so overwhelming that he could feel himself on the brink.

"Fuck." He grunted lowly, the sound of it barely audible as he tried not to startle you. His movements quickened, becoming more urgent, the desperation in each thrust growing with every second.

A soft moan escaped you as your body shifted, the movement causing Haechan to react instantly.

He bit down on his lip, the pressure almost painful as he fought to stifle the moans threatening to escape. The way you shifted, grinding against him just enough sent a surge of heat through his body. He could only imagine you thought this was all just a vivid dream, but in that moment, he didn't care. He was lost in the feel of you, consumed by the need that took over him.

His hand flew to his mouth, desperately trying to stifle the whimpers that escaped him. His hips moved aimlessly against yours, each subtle shift sending waves of pleasure through him. His eyelids fluttered shut, lost in the sensation, trying to hold on as his body betrayed him.

"Oh my god." He breathed out in a soft whimper, his voice strained with desire. His hand moved to your hips, gripping you firmly as he guided you back down onto him.

You didn’t know if it was him getting a little too rough and reckless with his movements, or if he thought he was being quiet as he moaned softly directly into your ear, but whatever it was the sensation snapped your eyes open, your breath hitching as you tried to focus on what was happening.

At first, you were confused, the overwhelming sensations leaving you unsure, but as he continued to move deeper inside you, a wave of pleasure followed, washing away any hesitation as your body responded to him.

"Haechan?" You moaned, your voice a mix of pleasure and confusion, the sensation making it hard to focus.

He didn't answer, instead using the moment to thrust harder, his movements growing quicker and more desperate. His whimpers became louder, the sound of them muffled as he nuzzled his head into your neck, losing himself in the moment.

"Didn't— didn't I say..." You started, but the words trailed off as he repeatedly hit your sweet spot, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through you. He stretched you just right, it was intoxicating, making it hard to focus on anything else.

“G-Gonna cum." He stuttered, his voice breaking as his whimpers grew louder with each movement. His thrusts became messier as the pressure built inside him.

Your mind was a haze, barely able to process anything as the pleasure clouded your thoughts. You were still half asleep, your body reacting on instinct as you gripped the pillow beneath you, trying to steady yourself.

Fuck." He gasped, a choked whimper escaping him as you felt him twitch inside you. A warmth spread through you as he came, his release filling you as he rode out his orgasm, his movements messy and unsteady with each stroke.

He sat in silence, not pulling away, his hand sliding back up to your waist. You didn't speak either, your body still tingling, the heat pulsing around him. Slowly, your eyes fluttered shut once more.

[be-my-sunrise]

Court-side Fever || z.cl

pairings: bf!chenle x fem!reader

genre: smut, minors pls dni

word count: 1,826

warnings: car sex, unprotected sex, pussy and thigh slapping, hair pulling, creampie, fingering, tit play. let me know if i missed anything!

a/n: happy new year's everyone! i hope you all enjoy your holiday :D i haven't posted in a while and i apologize for not being active here😞 anyways, enjoy this chenle fic! watching him play basketball does things to me, so i decided to write about it lmao

special thanks to @onriyuview @notyourjaem @lovetaroandtaemin @jenoslutie for helping me out🩵 ily teehee :3

“Good game, dude. See you next week!”

Chenle daps Mark up and leaves the basketball court. After bidding his goodbyes to Haechan and Jeno as well, he jogs towards where you’re sitting and grabs his water bottle. 

“Babe, do you want to order food at home, or should we go to a drive-thru?” He asks before downing his water.

However, you barely heard what he said. You don’t usually come with him when he’s playing basketball with his friends, mainly because Chenle feels bad about having you wait hours for him. But you insisted on tagging along this time, and boy, you were glad you did. 

Seeing him play and watching his moves on the court after so long has you in a trance. You find yourself rubbing your thighs together subconsciously almost the entire time. It's clear that he does things to your body, and it's evident in the way your panties stick to your core.

Now that he’s standing before you, lust clouds your mind, and every inch of your body is fighting the urge to take him on this bench. He looks so ravishing, all sweaty like this, the sun behind him like a paid actor. 

The cast of warm golden light around him only emphasizes the droplets of sweat on his dewy skin, and it’s not doing much to help with your situation.

Chenle glances at you when he doesn't hear any response. He waves one hand in front of your face. “Baby?”

You blink your eyes a couple of times, waking yourself up from your daze. “Huh? Oh yeah, sure.” 

“Did you even hear what I just said?”

“Uhh… no?” You look away nervously, which makes him chuckle. “Should we just order in? You seem a bit tired.”

More like aroused, but he’s right, you are somewhat tired. Tired of squeezing your thighs together. You need him so badly that you can’t even think straight. Realizing that Chenle is waiting for your answer, you give him a nod as a response.

“Alright then, let’s go home!”

Chenle leans down to pick up his bag from the ground beside your feet, and you suck in a sharp breath when you catch a whiff of his scent. He smells so fucking good, and it's driving you insane.

You stand up abruptly, almost bumping into his head in the process. He grabs your arm before you could walk away and pulls you close. “Baby, why are you being weird today? Are you okay?”

One proper look at him is all it takes for you to crash your lips against his. You practically throw your body onto Chenle, making him yelp when his back hits the fence. The kiss catches him off guard, but he quickly snaps out of it.

“You're so fucking hot, baby. I need you so bad,” you say in between kisses and feel him smirk.

You bunch his shirt up in a fit of desperation, exposing his toned abs. Chenle quickly snatches your wrist away when he feels you tugging on the waistband of his shorts. 

“Slow down, baby,” he says after pulling away. “Let's continue this in the car, yeah?”

He chuckles when he sees your face light up. You're buzzing with excitement as you drag him to his car, quite literally shoving him inside and straddling him in a blink of an eye.

You connect your lips with his again while grinding your core against his bulge. Chenle pulls your hips down to make you feel his hardening member even more. You run your fingers through his damp hair, giving it a slight pull. 

The kiss gets messier as the two of you get more desperate. He pulls away to catch his breath and tilts his head to give you more access as you start to leave hickeys across his neck. A small moan escapes his lips when you lick a stripe across his salty skin and blow cool air on the fresh red marks.

“If I had known you’d be like this, I would’ve taken you with me a long time ago,” he says breathlessly.

“I feel the same way, baby. I forgot how hot you look when you’re playing basketball,” you giggle. “At least we know better now.”

Chenle lays you down on the seat before pulling your pants down along with your panties in one swift motion. He smirks at the sight of your leaking core. 

“Fuck, baby. You must really like watching me play, hm? You soaked through your panties,” he says as he dangles your panties next to his face. 

You bite down on your lower lip when drags his finger along your slit, hips twitching as he lands a light slap on your clit. He pushes his pants down with one hand while rubbing your sensitive bud with the other. 

You feel a shiver down your spine when Chenle taps his cock on your clit, letting out a moan as he spreads your arousal across your pussy. You wait for him to push it in, but he continues to rub his cock against your slit and you start getting impatient. 

“You're so fucking wet I could just slip in easily,” he moans, admiring the mess he's making.

“Stop teasing and put it in then!” 

You snap and roll your eyes at Chenle, which makes him raise an eyebrow at your sudden change of attitude. 

“It’s cute that you think you can talk to me like that,” he scoffs. Chenle grips your thigh before landing a slap on it, making you flinch.

“You should be grateful that I’m hard as fuck right now, otherwise I would leave you untouched,” he says as he pulls you up by your arm. “On your knees.”

You quickly adjust your position, standing on your knees and placing your hands on the backrest. You let out a yelp when he pulls your head back by your hair, feeling his hot breath on your ear. 

“I've been spoiling you too much, and now you’re giving me attitude.”

You moan as he slowly rubs your clit. “Chenle, please.”

“Please what baby?” He teases while nibbling on your ear.

You try to form words but you can’t think straight. Your pussy is throbbing and the feeling of his hands on you makes you dizzy.

“Please… I need you,” you whine. Chenle lets out a condescending laugh seeing you push your ass back, grinding against his cock. 

“You can do better than that,” he says before slapping your ass.

“Fuck! Please, baby, I need you so bad. Need your cock inside me now, please.”

A gasp escapes your lips as Chenle pushes his cock all the way inside you, letting you adjust to his size for a moment as he leaves kisses on your neck. He pulls his cock out almost entirely, leaving just the tip before pushing himself back in all the way. 

His thrusts are deep and rough, your breath getting caught in your throat each time his hips slam against yours.

“You feel so good, baby,” he whispers before pulling on your hair once more. “Always so tight and wet.”

“O-only for you,” your voice trembles, barely managing to say anything.

He chuckles, “Is that so? Such a good girl.” 

Chenle slips both hands underneath your shirt, giving your tits a nice grip before pulling down your bra. He tugs on your nipples and rolls them between his fingers, making you throw your head back to rest on his shoulder as he continues thrusting relentlessly.

The car shakes with each thrust, and only the sounds of skin slapping and your broken moans can be heard. The grip you have on the seat tightens as Chenle angles his hips to push his cock even deeper, earning a loud moan from you.

Your thighs tremble as he hits your sweet spot repeatedly. He places one hand on the back of your neck to pull you in for a kiss, and you moan into the kiss when you feel his fingers sneak their way onto your clit. 

“Baby, I'm-”

“Close? I know, baby. You keep clenching around me,” he chuckles. He picks up the pace and rubs your clit faster. “Cum for me, baby. Cream all over my cock.”

Your jaw goes slack as the pleasure overwhelms you. The way you're squeezing his cock makes him dizzy. Chenle lets out a groan, his thrusts getting sloppier as he reaches his climax. 

He pushes his cock all the way inside you as he cums, and you grind your hips against his to help him ride out his high. He presses a kiss on your temple before pulling out of your warmth.

You gasp as he cups your pussy and flicks his fingers against your slit with a quick motion, making his cum drip onto the leather seat. He tugs on your shirt as a signal for you to take it off. 

“Lay down on your back for me, baby,” he says with a low tone.

You lay back down on the seat and he spreads your legs wide. Chenle pulls your bra down to expose your hardened nipples and leans over to latch his lips around one of them. 

He shoves his fingers inside your pussy as he flicks his tongue on your nipple and you suck in a sharp breath, back arching from the pleasure. 

“Fuck, baby. Feels so good,” you moan. 

You place your hand on his head to feel him even closer as he sucks on your nipple, making you whimper. You're still sensitive from your previous orgasm, so it doesn't take long until you feel the familiar knot again.

“Oh, god. I'm gonna cum again, baby.”

Chenle unlatches his lips from your nipple and straightens his back, pushing his fingers all the way inside before curling them. The intensity of his fingers has you crying out in pleasure as you reach your second climax, legs convulsing as he pulls his fingers out and starts rubbing your clit quickly. 

Your legs clamp around his arm, but he uses his other hand to spread them apart and hold them down. Chenle slaps your clit harshly after you come down from your high, making your hips twitch. 

He grips your tits using the hand that's still wet with your arousal, flicking the bud until your chest starts to tremble and you let out a shaky breath from the tingly sensation. 

He leans down to kiss you once more before tucking his cock back into his pants. You were about to get up and redress yourself, but Chenle stops you. You look at him confused.

“You're staying like this until we get home, baby,” he says with a smirk on his face. 

He grabs one of your hands and places it on your core. Then, Chenle climbs into the driver's seat and adjusts his mirror so he can watch you play with yourself.  

“Just keep that pretty little pussy of yours wet for me.”

a/n: save me basketball player chenle😵‍💫🫠 thank you for reading<3 i hope you like it!

[hyckstarz]

drabble · on the vanity ୨୧ l.mk

pairing. idol!mark lee x afab reader

word count. 0.8k

genre. smut

synopsis. mark couldn't keep his hands off of you even with the risks of being walked in on and, what better place to be knuckles deep in you than right here on the vanity?

warnings. 18+ minors do not interact, fingering, voyeurism (getting caught), pet name (baby)

"Mark, what are you doing?" She gasped as her boyfriend's hand trailed along the waistband of her plaid skirt, the pads of his calloused fingers ghosting over her supple skin.

"Relax, baby, no one will come in," he trailed open-mouthed kisses down her neck, lifting her up onto the vanity and slotting between her legs, dropping a few makeup brushes on the floor in the process.

She swallowed hard, eyes flickering to the door where music boomed, counting down to the next stage. He had already performed the first set as part of their award show and had to go back on in twenty minutes. There was no way no one would come in.

Hesitantly, she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him in closer as his sweaty forehead pressed against hers. Despite her inhibitions, the mix of his vanilla and smokey amber cologne was enough to send her into a daze, "You sure?" she asked meekly, her anxiousness clear.

He chuckles, planting a tender kiss to her rosy cheeks, "I'm sure."

With that, his hand slid lower, dragging along her clothed folds, "For someone so nervous, you're enjoying this a little too much," the corner of Mark's lips twitches into a smirk at the feel of her soaked panties.

She smiles shyly, but it's cut short when he pushes her underwear aside and slips two fingers into her without warning, earning a sharp gasp from her which only strokes her boyfriend's ego, "Fuck..."

Her back arches against his fingers as he pumps them into her, curling into that sweet spot that earns him even sweeter sounds. Her head nestles into the crook of his neck as her warm, minty breath fans against his skin, motivating him further to drive her towards the brink.

She feels like she's going insane. His palm rubs against her clit and she can feel the cool rings on his fingers and the bump of his knuckles as they push into her, her walls clenching around them. Her mouth is agape as soft sounds escape her lips before his own crash into hers, parting his lips against her glossy ones while his tongue traces the plush, pink skin. He swallows her breathy moans, teeth grazing and nipping at her. It's messy, needy and passionate.

"Mark.. I'm close-" Just then, the door swung open, causing the couples head to snap towards a wide-eyed, flustered man. He suddenly sends the two a smug smile after realising Mark was knuckles deep into his girlfriend. Startled, she shyly turns away, pulling Mark closer to her in embarrassment - leg riding up his side in a futile attempt to block Haechan's view.

"Whoops, I'll knock next time," Haechan chuckles, shutting the door behind him as he leaves. They could hear his snickering echoing through the corridor, which leads Mark to let out an annoyed huff before continuing his ministrations more eagerly, frustrated at being interrupted.

She grapples at his hand, trying to still his movements as they turn increasingly eager and rough. It didn't help that his restless movements caused more lewd, squelching sounds to echo in the makeup room, her cheeks flushing, "M-Mark, we can't... risk anyone else... seeing us..." the words come out weak and breathy, barely able to get the words out as she felt herself reaching close to her orgasm again.

Mark shook his head, pulling her flush against him as her breasts pressed into his chest. His hand roamed her back, fingers clenching her shirt before threading through her hair, tugging at the brown, wavy locks, "If you don't want anyone to see, come on my fingers now, baby. I won't stop until you do, please."

Mark wasn't one to beg, especially when it wasn't for his own release. Butterflies fluttered in the pit of her stomach, her walls clenching around his fingers at the cute whiny lilt of his voice. She had found herself nodding, rocking her hips against his waiting fingers, wanting to satisfy her boyfriend and finally reach her high after denying and being denied - thanks to the earlier interruption.

His free hand moves from her hair to knead her clothed breast, groaning at how the soft mounds fit perfectly in his hand. It's too much for her; hands grasping at the table for something, anything, to maintain some semblance of sanity. Her frantic movements causes items to topple over, palettes to slide off of the desk and glasses to clink against each other before she finally grabs the edge of the vanity - knuckles turning white.

She bites down on his shoulder, stifling her moans as she comes undone on his fingers. She feels weak against him and Mark continues to hold her close, cooing at her as he helps her ride out her orgasm - a string of praises leaving his mouth that she can't even comprehend.

Once she came down from her high, the only thing she could think of was that Haechan would never let the activity they engaged in on the vanity go.

© hyckstarz

[ghostofhyuck]

when you sleep on the couch after an argument. .☘︎ ݁˖

‧˚ʚ ───────── ₊‧꒰ა ୨ৎ ໒꒱ ‧₊ ───────── ɞ˚‧

Mark Lee

When Mark goes home and sees that you're snuggled on the couch, it'll break his heart that you decided to choose to sleep in the couch instead of sleeping in your shared room. So he carries you back to your shared room and even tucked you under the blankets. You woke up because of it and you were preparing for Mark to lay beside you when you hear the door closing. As you open your eyes, the other side of the bed is empty. Mark chose to sleep on the couch instead.

Huang Renjun

Renjun just finished taking a shower when he noticed you placing down your blankets and pillow on the couch, he approaches you and told you that you should sleep in the bed. You insisted on the couch because you're in his place. You two argued for a moment but Renjun was more persistent and eventually dragged you to your room and had you sleep on the bed, even blocking the door so that you won't leave. You two are not facing each other on the bed lol.

Lee Jeno

Jeno finds you sleeping peacefully on the couch and he feels guilty because he was the reason why you two had an argument and now you don't want to sleep in the bed. He knew that you're a heavy sleeper that's why he carried you back to your shared room and after changing to his sleeping clothes, Jeno goes to bed, pulls you closer, and gives you a quick kiss. He never lets go of you, strong arms wrapped around you. What he doesn't know is that you're awake the whole time.

Lee Donghyuck

It was time for bed and the room has a lot of tension. Haechan was about to go to bed when he saw you grabbing one of the pillows and your favorite plushie. You announced that you're sleeping on the couch and to Haechan's dismay, he grabs the pillow and plushie that you're holding, and then went out of the room. You followed him and saw him making a makeshift bed on the couch. You argued that you should be sleeping on the couch but Haechan shoos you away, convincing you to sleep in the bed.

Na Jaemin

You just left the room with pillows and blanket on your hand when you saw a familiar figure on the couch. Jaemin's on his phone, probably playing games. He glances at you and gave you a deadpan stare, you know that the two of you aren't talking and you insisted earlier that you sleep in the couch given that the two of you are in his place, but Jaemin went ahead of you. That's why you had no choice but to go back to his room.

Zhong Chenle

Chenle doesn't want you to sleep on the couch. It's small and lacks leg space, but you don't want to sleep beside him given that you two had an argument. But Chenle being Chenle, squeezed himself on the couch even though it only fits you. He snuggled himself there as if it was comfortable that in the end, you have to forfeit and agree to sleep on the bed, in a condition that there's a pillow wall between the two of you.

Park Jisung

This poor baby was worrying about sleeping with you two still not talking to each other. When he got home, he was surprised to see you sleeping on the couch. This is not what he wants, he wants you to be comfortable and the couch isn't the best place for you to rest. That's why he carried you back to your bedroom and laid you carefully on the bed. After doing his nightly routine, Jisung went to bed too, but made sure that he's not invading your space, and even sleeping while facing on the other side.