#mark reactions

[nmhdreamscape]

bf!dreamies posting a thirst trap to get your attention (and it working)

pairing | idol!dreamies x fem!reader

content | suggestive, smutty, fluff, some are more smutty than others

notes | this is an unofficial part two to my 'dreamies react to your posting a thirst trap'. hope you enjoy!

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[sungbites]

1:06 A.M ━ mark lee

pairing : mark x fem!reader. genre : fluff, est relationship warnings : kissing synopsis : your bf loves singing to u wc : 0.9k a/n : pls listen to 200 by mark while reading this its CRUCIAL!!! if u enjoyed like n reblogs are always appreciated

you were leaned up against the foot of the couch on the floor, sitting on the living room carpet. on your lap, you had your laptop, typing away your final submission for your digital portfolio. next to you, mark sat, scribbling something in his notebook. you were too caught up in your own work to even notice him. but all he was doing was staring at you. 

he stared at every feature of yours, the way your lips curved to fit perfectly on your face. or the way the light of the candle hit your face, highlighting some of his favorite features, creating a golden shadow. the light in your shared apartment was romantic, the two of you had the main lights off and just relied on the lamp along with the candle that was lit on the coffee table. 

you sighed softly, leaning back against the couch to rest your back a little. you turned to mark who was just looking right at you. “what?” you smiled, making him smile as well. his cheeks turned up and he shook his head, writing in his notebook again. “what are you writing?” you scooted closer to him, reaching over to push some of his hair out of his face. 

usually, mark had his hair styled but right now it was a little messy since he was home all day. it suited him well, looked so cute on him. “just a song” he hummed in response, reaching over to pick up his guitar and place it on his lap. he played some notes, trying to feel out the vibe of the song, then started playing the main part. you watched as his fingers moved along the guitar, smiling as he played. 

he stopped playing and looked to you, as if trying to get approval. you nodded and smiled, making him smile. “sing it for me” you mumbled, your portfolio being long forgotten now. “it’s only a couple lines babe” he said, looking down at the notebook. “i don’t care baby, your voice is pretty i wanna hear it” you said, looking at him. he loved when you looked at him like that, like you held all the love in the world for him and only him. 

mark sighed, smiling softly. he began playing that same part again and on the 2nd beat he started singing. mark had a way of singing, laid back and a little bit raspy. his voice was sweet to you, smooth as well. almost like maple syrup in a weird, ironic way. you rested your arm and head on the couch, listening to him sing to you. 

some of the lyrics you couldn’t understand, but there was one that stuck out to you. “you’re 106 and i’m 94” he sang, holding out that last note. he continued strumming even after the lyrics were done and stopped. he looked to you, smiling. “did you like it?” he reached over, playing with some stray locks that sat on your shoulder, twirling your hair around in his fingers. “it was so good babe” you said, sitting up straighter now. 

he smiled at you, kissing your forehead. he leaned back now, going back to scribbling some lyrics down. you stared at him and smiled, tilting your head softly. “what did that lyric mean, you’re 106 i’m 94?” you hummed, now head propped up by your arm that was once again resting on the couch cushion. mark looked to you, his cheeks a little rosy, he did that when he was shy. “god babe, it's embarrassing,” he confessed, looking down at his guitar. you giggled softly and shook your head. “cmon baby just say it” you smiled at his antics. 

he sighed out, changing his position to mimic your own, his own elbow propped up on the cushion and his hand holding his head. “it’s like.. you’re 106 and i’m 94.. so we both make 200” his free hand reached over to your own, holding it. you smiled at the feeling of his fingers against your own but furrowed your brows as well. “why aren’t we both 100?” you said, making him smile a bit bigger. 

“because to me, you’re more than just 100. and because of that a part of me, the 6, is with you.” he confessed, feeling a bit embarrassed now. he sighed at your expression and shook his head, his head no longer propped by his hand and sitting up straighter. “it’s corny i know” but you only smiled. you smiled because that was the sweetest thing he had ever told you, and to think that it was in a song? that was even sweeter. 

“thank you” you mumbled, now it was marks turn to furrow his brows. 

“for what babe?” he asked, head tilted slightly. you fixed your position, taking your now free hand and hold him by the back of his neck, looking in his eyes. “for saying that, it’s so sweet baby” and he smiled, feeling himself melting to your touch. his thumb rubbed against your hand, your hands still intertwined. “i love you” you said, still looking his eyes. 

mark smiled and nodded, “i love you more” he mumbled back, leaning in to place a kiss on your lips. he let go of your hand to hold your waist, lips moving against yours. you pulled back, your hand on his chest now. he smiled down at you, moving some hairs away out of your face. “should we get some sleep?” he mumbled, you nodding in response. he smiled, kissing your forehead before getting up from the living room floor, holding your hand to help you up. the two of your picked up your things, setting it on the couch. 

mark placed the lid over the candle and turned to you, gesturing for you to lead the way to your shared bedroom. you smiled, hand still holding his as you walked to your bedroom, cheeks flushed and hearts full. 

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[lqfiles]

✰ dating lee mark.

a companion for life.

dating mark comes with an unspoken loyalty towards you. mark would root for you no matter, even if you aren’t aware that he is. he’d do everything in his capacity to make sure that life goes your way, because mark wants to see you thrive and be happy. whether it be opportunities or any other events in your life, mark would attempt to help you out in whatever way he can. doing research on work fields that you’re interested in during his free time and coincidentally bringing up how there is a job near your place that you could apply for. or, you could complain to mark on the phone how it had started being burdensome to get up in the mornings and prepare your stuff, and wake up the next day to a small note and a lunch box on your kitchen counter that mark had placed there for you, encouraging words written on them. if no one is on your side, you know that at least mark is.

attempting a new lifestyle (just for you).

mark is someone who has a set routine in life, a schedule that he follows daily. he’s a person who knows what he does and doesn’t like, but with you, he doesn’t think a little change can hurt. mark would rarely have the time to go out and enjoy the outside world. you on the other hand, love to explore, which is how mark finds himself getting dragged by the hand as you show him your favourite places. mark, who is scared of heights, but would let you lead him to the top of a building because you like the view up there. he knows he doesn’t enjoy the taste of ketchup, yet he’d keep quiet and let you feed him the french fries drizzled in it. mark who’s world revolves around his work and work ethic doesn’t think he’d mind making space for your world in his own.

nonchalant jealousy.

anyone can point out when mark is jealous. it would start with prolonged stares towards you, a hidden confusion in his eyes as he flashes you a small smile from across the room. walking over towards you before interrupting whatever conversation you were having with the person across you. inching closely towards you, before draping an arm around you shoulder, introducing himself towards the stranger. tugging you away with an excuse along the words of ‘having to show you something’. a nervous laughter as he’d ask you “is that your friend? i’ve never seen him.” by now it’s hard for you to hold back your laughter and you’d have to assure mark that nothing was going on. you can hear the sigh of relief under his breath before another more playful chuckle leaves him. yes, mark was jealous, he’d never admit it though.

how he asked you out.

mark most likely wouldn’t even realise at first that he is crushing on you, only when one of his friends points out how he is not-so-subtly glancing at you every minute with the suggestion that perhaps he might have a thing for you, would it click in his head that “damn, i do have a crush on you”. mark would try to impress you a lot and flatter you without directly telling you that he likes you. by doing so, he’d observe your reactions and slowly build up the courage to ask you out on a date. he’d take you out to the fanciest restaurant he could find and treat you with more gifts afterwards, whatever your eyes land on, he’d immediately ask if you wanted it. the date would end with him driving you back home, asking you if you enjoyed the date. he’d confess right then and there that he’d love to go on a second date if you’d like it too. fortunately for him, you’re crushing on him just as much as he is on you!

kisses.

kissing mark feels like having your breath taken away from you as his kisses always have an underlying passion to it. he’d cave in softly at first, testing the waters and getting the both of you comfortable. his hand would rest under your chin as he’d tug you to himself. the kiss grows more passionate after a while, proximity closing between you two. you’d think the room was burning with the warmth that travels through your body as mark deepens the kiss, his arms around your body by now pressing you against him. his kisses taste like sweet love and desperate lust. you’d think its because mark hasn’t seen you for a while, but instead its because he just can’t help himself when it comes to you. mark’s love for you shows through the heated kiss shared between you two that feels like it lasts the whole night, and quite frankly, neither of would want the intimate moment to end anytime soon.

[pshbites]

DREAMS COME TRUE ━ lmk

pairing : mark x fem!reader. genre : fluff, est relationship, wedding, idk what else warnings : mentions of getting married synopsis : in which a dream of yours starts to become a reality thanks to your boyfriend wc : 1.3k a/n : nct dream debut w da loml, not much else to say sooo if u like it pls like n reblog!

here you stood, in front of all the people you held dear. to your right you had your bridesmaid and best friend, and further on in the front row were your parents. in front of you however was the love of your life, soulmate, other half, and everything in between. he looks at you with those doe eyes of his, those same eyes forming into crescents as he smiles and reaches for your hand.

the officiant stood between the two of you, reading out the typical things that were read during the wedding, but you weren’t paying attention. the only thing you could focus on was the man in front of you, smiling at you warmly. his smile could calm all of your nerves in an instant. “yn yln do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?” the officiant broke you out of your thoughts. you look to him and then back at mark, who only smiles at you. “i do” you say, feeling your heart swell at the words alone. “and do you, mark lee, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?” he turns to look at mark and suddenly every thought is popping in your head.

what if he said no? what if he suddenly regretted the thought of marrying you and abandoned you here in front of all your friends and family. two words break you out of your thoughts, “i do” he says, smiling and gripping your hand tighter. you smile as well, feeling a wave of emotions, you were married now, to the love of your life. “you may kiss the bride” the officiant says, now smiling at the two of you. mark begins to lean in, you as well, closing your eyes…

your eyes open to see marks chest. you look up at him, scrolling mindlessly on his phone. your eyes look around your all too familiar shared bedroom. It was all a dream. you weren’t getting married, hell you werent even engaged. it was all just a silly stupid dream. mark looked to you and smiled softly, setting his phone down. “good morning baby” he spoke raspily, that same rasp he always had in his voice in the mornings. you gave him a tight lipped smile, “morning” you mumbled back. 

the problem was that you knew mark would know something was up, the two of you had been together for 3 years now. so when you laid down next to him he turned his body to face you. “whats wrong?” he looked to you with those doe eyes, oh those eyes. you turned your head and sighed softly. “just a dream babe thats all” you replied back because what else could you say? how could you tell your boyfriend of 3 years that you were suddenly yearning for marriage after never mentioning it, all because of a stupid dream. 

“cmon tell me” he frowned slightly, hand moving up to stroke your hair. your cheeks turned pink, “its so dumb mark” you mumbled, making him smile and shake his head. “nothing you say is dumb baby, now tell me” he spoke softly, he always spoke so soft with you. it’s what made him so easy to talk to. “i had a dream we were getting married, like we were at the ceremony and all” you breathed out, looking at him expecting a big reaction.

instead he just smiled and giggled a little. “thats all?” he responded, making you furrow your brows. “what do you mean thats all” you reply, smiling softly now at the situation. “its normal baby, we’ve been together so long” he shrugs, as if getting married is just no big deal! he hadn’t even popped the question, how could he be so normal about this?

“you’re being weirdly normal about this babe” you said, inching closer to him so your head was now on his shoulder as he looked up at the ceiling. his arm went under your head to pull you closer to him, his hand on the small of your back now. you rested your head against his chest once again, hearing his heartbeat, making you smile. you always felt so much closer to him when the two of you laid like this.

“i mean at least i know you want to marry me” mark speaks up, breaking the silence between you two. you furrow your brows once more, “of course i want to marry you mark is that even a question” he looks down to you, smiling softly. “where would we get married then?” he said, smiling as he spoke. you could tell he was dying to have this conversation with you at some point. “would you want a destination wedding?” you rested your chin on his chest so you could look at him properly. “depends, i would go wherever you want me to baby” he smiled, making your cheeks turn a soft shade of pink. 

mark did that often, he would say something that would make your heart swell with love and just act like he never said it. you hummed, deep in thought trying to rack through the places you would want to be married. “maybe paris” you responded, earning a small giggle from mark. “ooo the city of love” he teased, making you laugh along with him. “cmon you would love to get married there wouldn’t you?” you responded, smiling whilst talking. your cheeks would always hurt with mark because of how much you smiled. 

“okay fine paris” he rolled his eyes teasingly, “what about the ceremony, private or big and grand” he asked and you hummed in thought once more. “i think we would both want it to be private right?” you furrowed your brows, making him nod. “obviously your family and mine, and some of our closest friends” he responded, as if already having a mental guest list. 

“what about the ring?” you tilt your head, making mark stroke your hair once again. his hand always had to be playing with your hair. “gold, you dont wear silver” he responded, quickly. “wow, im surprised you knew” you replied, rather sarcastically making him laugh. “i would get you any ring you wanted, just say the word” he replied, making you smile once more.

“yeah the real question is when are you proposing?” you scoffed amusingly. you shifted your position to lay your head back on his chest, his arm holding your waist. mark laid in silence for a couple minutes, clearly deep in thought. then he said a sentence that you didn’t think you would hear this morning. “i mean we could go pick a ring now?” 

you sat up almost immediately, mark looking up at you. “what?” you said, searching in his eyes for an answer. “we’re both off of work today.. so we could go” he said once more, smiling. you smiled even bigger. truth be told this wasn’t how you imagined your proposal to go, in bed with mark, legs intertwined, bodies meshed together as one, but for some reason it was perfect, beyond that really. 

you leaned closer to him, hugging him. smiling into the crook of his neck as he giggled like a lovestruck idiot. you pulled back, looking in his eyes. “is that a yes?” he smiled even bigger if that was possible and you nodded frantically, kissing his cheek all over then moving to his lips. the two of you locked lips, each time you kissed mark it felt like the first in the best way possible.

he smiled, his hand reached up to cup your cheek as your lips moved together slowly. this kiss felt so much more different than the others, like the two of you were holding back tears due to how happy you were. you pulled back, smiling down at him. “i love you” you mumbled, looking in his eyes. “i love you even more baby” he smiled back, sitting up to kiss your cheek. dreams really could come true. 

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[tddyhyck]

mark horny boyfriend texts

parings ⇢ bf!mark x afab!reader

warnings ⇢ suggestive/18+

masterlist pt. 2

© tddyhyck

[hugs2doie]

hii!! hope you're doing well.

if it isnt too much of a bother, could i request texts with mark dating a girl whose personality is exactly like haechan? cuz thats literally me, lmfao. thanks!!

take care and stay hydrated <33

mark bf texts with someone whose personality is like haechan’s (ft. haechan)

I LOVW U FOR REQUESTINF THISSS

AND HELLO UR PERSONALIRY IS LIKE HAECHAN?? ummm im literally gonna start likinf girls for u whats ur number 😅😅

U TOO POOKIW STAY SAFE MWAHH

hopw u like thus :3

[thatsatricky1]

𝐃𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 | l.mk

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Mark the sin of Pride x (f) Reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Swearing, slight angst, stalking, taunting, talks of mental health.

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: Thriller, slight angst, no fluff, slowburn.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 4,3k

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝: The Purple Envelope

Why not pick the Purple card? It was the obvious choice. It laid in the centre as if calling out, the better choice, the only choice. A perfect and neatly waxed seal right in the centre with lavender tucked underneath it, wafting a calming and relaxed scent into the air overpowering any other smell nearby. This was clearly the right one to choose.

As Y/n’s hand reached forward it was an obvious choice as to which she would pick. It was calling out to her, sitting in the centre of the others and closest in reach, the lavender scent wafting and hitting her nose with relaxing and calming tones to it. Her fingers moved under the envelope itself to pick it up.

Turning the letter in her hand, eyes scanning the back noting a lack of details. No sender, no address, not one word written on it. Meaning this really was just someone she knew playing tricks on her, even so she’d humour then before dumping the envelopes in her trash can to be long forgotten.

Turning the envelope back around she moved to slide her pedicured nail underneath the waxed seal pulling upwards slowly noting how the waxed seal did not stick to the paper or rip it as it unsealed, interesting. The lavender still sealed beneath the wax as she lifted the letter top upwards.

Predictably inside the letter was also a purple in colour, just a slightly lighter colour. Moving her index finger and thumb to dip into the envelope and pulling the letter free from inside. She let the envelope drop back onto the desk, her sole focus being on the letter now.

Dear Y/n,

I didn’t think any less, I knew you’d pick my letter. There was no doubt about it, my love. To think the others even thought they had a chance was laughable. It’s always been us. Though it was entertaining enough to see them put their hearts into letters that will never be opened. If you were hoping for some context, my love, you won’t be getting it just yet, be patient like I know you can be and later when I finally reveal myself and intentions you’ll enjoy the reward. Just wait a little longer, you can do that much since I’ve waited for quite some time myself.

The only one for you,

Y/n read it over four times, trying to catch any sort of similarities in who she knew, their handwriting, their wording and their telltales. But she came up short. She didn’t know this cursive handwriting, nor the formatting it was worded in. Folding it closed her eyes drifted over the edge of the letter towards her desk.

Her bare desk. Empty. Setting the letter onto the table to look around her room as if to spot the six letters she’d not chosen, as if they’d grown legs and moved somewhere else on their own. Coming up short she turned her focus back onto her desk only to be met with no more letters, not even the one she’d picked.

On the centre of her desk was only one item left. The lavender from the envelope sitting right in the centre of her desk, as if taunting her. Taking in a long winded breath inwards through her nose she moved forward to pick up the lavender, to make sure her eyes weren’t playing tricks on her.

Though as she picked it up pulling it closer she couldn’t help but wish it had been a figment of her imagination because as she pulled it under her nose taking in that calming yet powerful scent only lavender could give she now had to come with terms that the letters once on her desk had vanished.

An impossible feat, considering the fact inanimate objects don’t just disappear from reality.

“Fuck.” She cursed moving to chuck the lavender back onto her desk standing up, she’d make sense of it all. This was just some sick and twisted prank her friends had planned from the start all because she never entertained the thought of Halloween festivities.

Her eyes glancing over toward her meticulous calendar she’d had filled to the brim with notes on what to study, lecture times, work shifts and such. October 31st written in with lectures and study notes like any other day, a normal Thursday for her, which was today.

She was starting to regret telling some of her friends the passcode to her apartment now, of course one of them would go and abuse that trust. Trust was something she didn’t take lightly and when she found out which one had done it, they weren’t going to know her new passcode that was for sure.

It took a solid twenty minutes for her to go around her apartment for any possible hiding spots, a person could think to hide in, or places to dump the rest of the unopened letters. Yet she came up short, not one letter or person found. She summed it up as them having bounced the second they knew she was finished reading her first letter.

She made her way back towards her bedroom, even taking one step in she was hit with that scent of lavender once again. It was an overpowering scent to begin with so she wasn’t surprised that just one single stalk of it took over her room.

Walking towards her desk she stared down at it, a frown digging into her face as she moved to pick it up, twirling it between her fingers.

“The only one for me, my ass.” She scoffed, dropping the lavender directly down into the trash can below her desk.

Instead of thinking further on the badly planned prank she would no doubt find the culprit of later she decided to spend her time doing something productive considering the fact she wasn’t going to be able to sleep for quite a while. Unsettled by how someone had entered her apartment without her even realising.

Going back over to her desk she grabbed her bookmarked study textbook placing it to the left of her flipping to the page she needed at the moment before grabbing out her tablet, propping it against the wall for extra online researching from proper website sources and lastly taking out her book she used to write extra study notes in.

Moving to check the time, it was only seven pm, it felt like it was later than that. Leaning back in her chair gazing out the window she noted there were still quite a lot of trick or treaters outside going house to house. Luckily her apartment usually only got visitors on the lower levels, even so her door had a sign taped on it explaining she wasn’t available to give out candy this year.

Sitting back up she decided an hour or two would be enough time to settle down from whatever she’d just had to experience. Grabbing her black pen, twirling it back and forth in her hand, scanning over her text book, willing herself to get into the mood to focus solely on that.

Once that familiar ache was present in her wrist and finger from writing she looked towards her clock again. Two hours had passed by quite quickly, after getting into the mood to study it had only felt as if a half hour had passed. Going through her new notes one more time page for page looking for any mistakes.

Satisfied with the progress she packed everything away, though even with the study she’d done it still lingered in the back of her head. The smell was still ever so present thanks to the fact her trash can was placed right below her desk. She wanted to stop thinking about it.

Leaning into her seat her eyes unintentionally landed below on the trash can, she’d emptied it this morning so it was as if the lavender was taunting her once again, staring right back at her if it could. Y/n barely noticing the way her teeth dug against each other, clenched hard.

Forcing herself up she all but shoved the trash can from underneath her desk outwards, the metal can sliding past to the other side of the room, gliding as it went. The smell, too strong to be completely gone just from being moved.

Getting up and over to her window she looked to see there were still trick or treaters below, less than before, barely any young children and a few teenagers still roaming around probably in hopes to have the scrapes leftover from the night.

Moving her hands below the always unlatched window she pulled it upwards to let fresh air into the room, her mothers words always sticking to her even if she lived in dependably now by herself. Her mother would always walk into her bedroom unannounced back in the day, forcing her window open whether it was summer or winter claiming fresh air was not only good for her head but to keep a fresh smell.

If she was being honest with herself she knew it was really because her mother sought small interactions with her throughout the day. They interacted enough, but she didn’t mind the small interruptions on most days back then, of course some days it was a bit annoying. But these days she missed those little interactions that would consistently happen. So in a sense she figured her younger self needed the interactions back then just as much as her mother did.

She leaned out the window slightly to feel the slight breeze in the air, closing her eyes as she listened to the occasional voices that passed by. That in itself was calming. Just to stop and take everything in as it came. Once she felt it was enough she pulled her head back from the window but refrained from shutting the window deciding to let the air flow through the room for a bit longer, she might just let it stay open the whole night.

Her apartment was on the second story, so the only worry she could possibly have was a bird or some insects coming through it. But since she hadn’t had a bird incident yet and the fact she had plenty of glasses to trap unwanted crawlers from running around she would be just fine.

Y/n moved towards her bed going underneath the warm inviting blankets, having already dressed in comfortable clothing to sleep in the moment she stepped foot inside her apartment after her lectures for the day had finished. Ignoring the way her phone had pinged with messages over the course of the day about Halloween invites and such.

Grabbing her remote control she pressed the top left red button turning her small television on that was placed against the opposite side of her wall from her bed. Perfectly content on flicking through channels to whatever interested or caught her attention for the last bit of her night.

Ending up leaving it on some random slasher movie, most channels at this time playing horror movies for the obvious reason of it being Halloween. Not that she was complaining much, she didn’t really get the hype of Halloween itself but she did enjoy a good horror movie now and then, which she hadn’t had a chance to do in some time.

Half way through the second insidious movie she could feel her eyes getting heavier, as much as she didn’t like wasting electricity for the fact it racked up on her end of month bills and was bad for the climate she thought one night wouldn’t hurt out of the year to fall asleep to.

Her eyes slipped shut seconds later, content on just hearing the movie then actually watching it. Background noise was always comforting to her as she fell asleep, usually it would be in the form of music, a podcast or audio book but this way would work for her no problem too.

A strong breeze through the window caught her attention, a large gust of lavender hitting her nose causing it to scrunch slightly. Lavender was supposed to be helpful in relaxing and even helping most people fall asleep but it was just too overpowering at that moment.

Her eyes snapping open, trying to figure out why the breeze from the window could make the lavender scent so strong, head turning slowly towards the trash can in the back of her room. It was opposite of her window, the breeze would go towards it not carry it to her.

Gazing at the trash can she was suddenly wide awake again. Her bed was warm, from being laid in, but even if her body protested leaving that said warmth she had to look. Padding her now sockless feet towards the back of her room, head angled downwards to look over the edge of the trash can.

The lavender was still there, laying there not moved an inch. Tauntingly looking back up at her once again as if to mock and laugh at her having gone back to it once again. Turning her head towards the open window she noted a new added lavender piece sitting on top of the window ledge.

Whatever fucked up situation this was, she wasn’t entertaining it. And whichever friend had decided to do it would be getting an ear full tomorrow. Nearly snatching the trash can from the floor she made her way towards the window sill dumping the next lavender into it, adding to what she hoped would be a small collection with no further additions.

Before she could dump the trash can back underneath her desk in its original spot she decided on a better place. Making her way towards her bedroom door where it was slightly ajar she pulled it open chucking the trash can into the hallways before closing the door without another thought on it. She’d worry about the contents inside of it tomorrow, maybe throw it out into the proper bin outside the apartment.

As she spun around to go back to bed her body stilled. If the added lavender had appeared on her window while she had been slipping into sleep it meant one thing. She wasn’t alone. Her hands balling into fists at her sides at the realisation.

Spinning back around to face the door of her bedroom. There was no way the person was gone already from her house, this was a chance to find the culprit. No doubt in her mind it was one of her friends. They were taking this prank too far and she was ready to shake some sense into them, preferably by shoving those lavender pieces in their face.

As if on autopilot she opened her bedroom door peering into the darkness. The trash can she’d abandoned in the hallway still standing there on the floorboards. To give whoever it was a chance her mouth opened.

“If you think this was hilarious you’re wrong, you might as well show yourself now and I may go easy on you but no promises on that.” Her voice at a medium volume, enough anyone nearby would hear but the tone was definitely showing off how unimpressed she was.

Even after her words she was met with silence in return. Scoffing, she stepped outside of her bedroom and into the hallway foot grazing her trash can. It was dark, but her eyes had adjusted to the lighting now.

“Alright, the hard way it is.” Muttering to herself this time.

Her attention going towards the door opposite down the hallway seeing it was slightly ajar. She knew for a fact it had been previously closed. She never left the guest room wide open, only on cleaning day when the window was open to let air circulate around her home.

It was too obvious that one of her friends had decided to hide there for now. She tried keeping her footing light and unnoticeable as she went towards the guest room, thankful now about how she knew which floorboards were creaky, having lived here long enough by now to know small details like this.

Her fingers clasped around the edge of the guest room door pushing it slowly open, half relieved she’d taken the time to oil the hinges on all her doors a month ago as it silently opened up instead of creaking.

The guest room seemingly empty once she’d opened the door fully. Peering inside, no person in sight, the window also shut. Taking a few steps into the room her shoulders dropped, unknowingly having tensed up beforehand.

She hadn’t been prepared for the door to swing shut, instead of moving her body decided on not doing flight or fight. Freezing in her spot as if her feet were glued down to the tacky looking carpeted floor.

“I’m surprised you’d walk into a room without checking the most obvious hiding spot, behind the door.” An all too familiar voice spoke out from behind her.

His words finally caused her to be able to move, which she did, turning to face him. Mark looked every bit unbothered where he stood leaning against the wall exactly where the door had been previously covering his figure. With one detail missing from him, the smile he usually carried on his lips was missing.

“Of all people it was you who decided to play this shitty prank on me? Come on, Mark, seriously? You better have a damn good explanation for it because I don’t find it at all funny.” Y/n was quick to scold her friend.

It was pretty surprising to find out it had been Mark this whole time, sure she could get Donghyuck or Chenle doing it. But Mark? This was very out of character for him, or at least from what she knew about her friend it was.

“Fuck baby use that brain I know you have.” Mark laughed out, seemingly amused by the whole situation. Irritatingly enough, still leaning relaxed against the wall as if he owned the place.

Those words alone hitting her right in the chest. The usually ‘bro’ and ‘dude’ had seemingly been replaced with a much less platonic nickname. Not to mention the back handed complement she’d just received. He’d actively avoided her words in favour of basically giving an offensive response.

“Are you alright in the head currently Mark? Because I know very well you didn’t just invite yourself into my home, insulting me.” She scolded moving closer, her movement not lost on him as Mark stood up from where he’d been leaning.

“Oh, come on Y/n. Think.” He taunted moving a hand towards her face, one she caught, fingers wrapping around his wrist to stall his action. His smile only growing into a grin as he pushed his hand to poke her head slightly.

“You think that letter was just some prank? The lavender? Now what kind of normal person can do something like that?” He teased out, she was just about ready to wipe that shit eating grin off his face.

“How about instead of expecting me to just know what you’re trying to do as if I can read your mind and just say it out loud Mark, because right now you’re really starting to piss me off.”

Her words only made him let out a small amused noise, eyes glinting in the dark. She knew how to rile him up in the best ways without even trying.

“Have I ever told you that the way you speak really does things to me?” He asked out, head leaning forward to be closer to hers.

“Baby I’m not just some university golden boy. You should have gotten the hints by now. I’m slightly offended if that’s all you thought about me. Do I really have to spell it out to you?”

His words only proved to confuse her further, but upon inspecting his eyes she didn’t see the tell tale signs of glassiness or a dazed look meaning he was not on drugs, something she preferred in this situation. She hadn’t totally ruled out a mental breakdown though.

“Mark, it’s way too late for this bullshit.” She practically hissed out in frustration at this point, she could barely recognise her friend. His usual bright personality replaced with some smug asshole at the moment.

“Spelling it out, it is.” He hummed out pulling his hand away from her head.

“You know the curious thing about sins? There’s seven main types, greed, lust, envy, gluttony, wrath and sloth being six of them, but the main one, yeah the main one is pride. Six of them all lead down the path of pride. If you really think about it. Pride branches out into all those sins. Pride makes everyone succumb to their desires.”

Y/n just watched him ramble, eyeing how his hands moved gesturing as he talked. She was now certain Mark was currently in a state of mania, or at least some form of mental breakdown. Though Mark paused glancing at her reaction, her facial expression.

“On one hand this is probably a lot for you to take in that I can get, but man it’s great to get it off my chest. Sure it was fun playing around for a bit, but it’s kind of digging into my ego to play the goodie two shoes for so long.”

With a click of his tongue against the roof of his mouth he watched her. A few seconds passed before deciding he was done playing. Rolling his shoulders back and with a quick tilt of his jaw the guest bedroom door shut on its own tightly.

Y/n nearly jumping, mind racing for possible logical reasons, eyes glancing at the window that was still shut, meaning it couldn’t have been the wind. Her attention zeroed back onto Mark as he cleared his throat clearly wanting her to focus solely on himself.

“Let’s cut to the chase baby. I’m him, I’m basically the embodiment of Pride itself, then again I go by a lot of names. I mean Lucifer is a bit overused these days and prince of hell is kind of tacky if I’m honest. I did get used to being called Mark after hearing it from you so much so let’s just stick with that, yeah?”

“You’ve gone insane.” She mumbled not even noticing the fact she’d taken a step backwards, Mark following her with two steps closer.

“Insane? Really? Love, you can give a better reaction than that. I was hoping for maybe a scream or even better you profess that undying love you definitely have for me.” He responded, eyes never leaving her face, always watching, waiting.

“Right because whatever this is, definitely makes me like you.” She scoffed out, the situation would have any sane person filing a restraining order.

“The deflecting is very obvious, come on, we both know you like me. Or well maybe the version you got used to. But don’t worry you’ll get used to the real me very soon. I like you too so we shouldn’t have any problems with that.” Mark reassured her as if everything about how the night had played out was completely normal.

It was true, Y/n had liked Mark. Practically adored the way he’d wear a goody smile on his face in nearly any situation. They’d gotten closer in the past year with being in nearly all the same lectures. But now she wasn’t entirely sure that had been as much of a coincidence as she’d thought it had been.

The man in front of her however, was the exact opposite. Practically a stranger, one that had been over so many times to her home, someone who’d she’d shared her deepest secrets with on late exam study nights, the person to hold her hair back when she’d vomit out the liquor she’d gulped down on the rare occasion she did go out to party and so much more.

Her skin crawled at the fact she’d been fooled by him for so long. Even if he wasn’t a demon like he claimed to be, the fact he had acted this whole time like a different person was sickening. He’d tailored his personality to suit her, bring down her guard and worm his way into her life like an infestation.

Infestations were a nightmare to get rid of, and at times nearly impossible. Y/n wasn’t dumb, just by Mark’s gaze alone she knew she was in for hell, metaphorically and apparently also literally.

“What’s got you thinking so hard hm?” He asked out tilting his head just the slightest bit, trying to figure her out.

“So let me get this straight. You just assumed that once I read that very dramatic letter you wrote, and then showed up unannounced in my home with that fully loaded explanation I’d just what? Accept it? Beg you to sweep me off my feet and walk away into the sunset?” She asked out boldly, shoulders tense with that stubborn look she tended to get resting on her face.

Mark smirked at her choice of words, though his jaw tightened, ticking the slightest bit. Her words bruising his ego just a bit, but you don’t just go knocking Pride over. It’s not the best idea, and those who tried never ended up coming out unscathed.

“It would be the easiest outcome, wouldn’t it?” He rhetorically asked out, taking another step closer. Enough for her to get a whiff of lavender, a connection she should have made quite a long time ago the moment she’d opened that damned envelope.

She stood her ground, head tilting only a bit when he made his way towards her, their chests practically touching. Trying to hold her ground.

“But… knowing you, it won't be that simple. It’s okay, I never could resist a challenge and you my dear are my greatest challenge yet. One I will enjoy with great pleasure completing. Because the moment you met me, you were already mine.”

He’d known you well before the day you’d officially met two years ago. It was no coincidence on that cliché day where you’d quite literally bumped into him spilling your warm beverage over his crisp white sweater in the middle of the campus cafe.

“I’m not yours, especially now knowing what you are.” Y/n gritted out, trying to seem unaffected by his close proximity.

Mark moved to graze his nose slightly against hers whispering out.

“Then let’s change that. I’ll show you how tempting it is. Y/n, you’re dripping in my own sin. Too prideful for your own good.”

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[babiesdreams]

Advent Calendar

Day 11 : Mark - Haechan. +18

Content Warning: Very verbal. A lot of degradation and humilliation. Praise kink. Very detailed deep throat/ Oral sex. Possesive. Threeome. Sub reader.

"Oh I love that sound" His voice made it difficult for you to stay still. It was your first time deepthroating someone like that, and the gagging sound seemed to have awaken something in him. His hand held your head in that position, not moving an inch, though his length was throbbing, massaging the back of your throat slightly. Another gag.

His fingers pull from your hair, forcing your head far from his figure. Deep breaths help you recover slightly. You open your eyes, noticing the notorious string of saliva connecting your lips to his tip. His length fully erect, covered with your spit. "Come on, open your mouth again" He asks with a sweet tone and a mischevious grin. You open your mouth widely. "Your tongue out, come on" You do so, looking directly into his eyes. His lips curve forming an evil smile. His length enters fully in your mouth once again.

You gag again when it reaches the limit of your throat, this time he keeps the position for longer, keeping the air away from your lungs. You protest against his skin, only limiting the air even more. Your hands tap on his thights, seeking compassion. His hands pull you away once again, except this time he kneels down, next to you. You are busy coughing and heavy breathing, so he allows you some seconds to recover.

After some time his fingers curl around your chin lifting your face to make you look at him. "Open your eyes and look at me" You follow his orders, though your tears make it difficult for you to see anything. "Did you like that?" His question seems so sudden, you've talked about this for hours before actually doing it, of course you were enjoying it. "Yes" There's no doubt on your voice. "Louder"

"Yes" You shout. "Yes what? What did you like?" You take a deep breath before answering. "I liked how you used my mouth" His fingers wrap your hair again, pulling it down, to make you look up as he gets up. "What a dirty slut" He lets out before spitting on your face. "Open your fucking mouth" He orders and you obey, receiving his hot spit into your mouth. His free hand recollect the spit decorating your face and puts it into your mouth. You swallow it all.

He pulls your hair, dragging your body across the room. His arms lift you and drop you onto the matress leaving your head hanging on the edge of the bed. His length enters your mouth once again, this time there's absolutely no way for you to move. He thrusts as he pleases, getting more and more worked up. At some point an extra pair of hands start touching your body softly. Mark must've arrive, you figure.

Donghyuck's hand grabs yours and places it on your throat. "Keep it there" He says, thrusting deeper into you, hands on the sides of your torso. You are confused at first, until you notice the bulge going up and down your throat, following his movements. A sudden wave of pleasure washes over you.

A hot tongue starts playing along your folds, taking advantage of the wet and messy state your cunt is in. Hyuck starts leaving a mix of kisses and bites over your stomach, so you never know what to expect, sometimes you get a soft caress of his lips over your sensitive skin and others you receive a painful yet pleasurable hint of his teeth. On rare ocassions he kisses over a spot that has been bitten, and even that softness pokes your sore skin.

Your pussy though, that's a different story, it's completely moistured, a mix of your own juices and Mark's saliva drips down your body, reaching your asshole. His tongue draws circles over your clit for a while, then he sucks your clit in with different intensities, then his tongue enters you, reaching inside as fas as it can. His fingers join later, for a deeper dive inside your walls, curling up to reach your g-spot. Your legs wrap around his neck, pushing him closer.

You end up cumming pretty fastly, but it does not affect anything around you, both boys keep their actions as if nothing happened, as if your loud moans hadn't been silenced by his length entering deepen inside your throat, as if your body hadn't been shakingfor a while. It had calmed down though, slowly, although a new wave of pleasure was already forming inside of you.

Hyuck pulls out of you suddenly. "You're gonna ask me permission to cum this time okay?" You simply nod. "Okay?" You gulp. "Yes" He smirks. "Good girl. Now look at the mirror" He says pointing at the mirror standing right behind Mark. "Look how fucking desperate you are, look how much of a slut you actually are" Your cheeks burn in embarrassment at his words.

"Can I cum?" You ask noticing how close you're getting. "Beg" His voice had a dark undertone to it. "Please, let me cum" He chuckles. "You can do it better" You take a deep breath to delay your orgasm. "Please, I'm a desperate slut, I need to cum so badly, please let me cum" He smirks. "Add more desperation" You start tearing up, almost unable to control your high any further. "Please, I'm so wet and desperate for cumming please, have mercy and let me" Before you can finish you hear his "Cum" and your body reacts instantly, with no need of further actions.

Hyuck comes closer to you and start kissing you passionately while Mark leaves wet kisses and bites on your thighs.

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Hii, I wanted to inform you all that I'll be testing a new format with the advent calendar fics, so if you leave a comment, I'll reply portraying the characters of the fic. If you want someone specific to answer you write his name, if you don't I'll choose for you. Have a nice day and comment if you want to test this <3

Advent calendar masterlist

Masterlist

[aurilvs]

mark soft launchingヽ(；▽；)ノ

an: i love this souft launches and i think is so cute (maybe im just delulu but slayed)

[haekisses]

hi pretty princess can you do more mark texts pls !😘

yes ofc i can, enjoy!

MARK BF TEXTS.

requests are open !

[justwritedreams]

hi sorry to bother you. but I saw your requests were open and wanted to ask if you could possibly do an nct dream scenario where they like it when their gf scratches their back, whether it’s in a comforting way it relieving an itch? The concept is meant to be fluffy, if that helps too ^^

Hellooo, honey, it's ok 💚 you don't bother me! Also I loved this one soo much 🥺🥰 Here we go.

Author: Maari

Warnings: some swearing, Jeno's a bit suggestive because it's Jeno, some mistakes because I wrote it on my phone.

NCT DREAM WHEN THEIR GF SCRATCHES THEIR BACK

MARK

Mark is strumming the guitar while you're on your phone, both of you sitting on the couch enjoying the instrument's smooth melody.

Contrary to what he usually wears when he's practicing, Mark is now wearing a hoodie and started to feel an itch on his back that he started to ignore while his fingers got lost between the strings of the guitar.

But what he thought was going to be fleeting, started to be very irritating and annoying. To the point where he tried to take his elbow to make the sensation go away, which didn't work.

So you looked up quickly to your boyfriend for 2 seconds when hearing the sound of the guitar cease, you saw him lift the guitar above his head and rub it against his back.

In a desperate way that didn't seem to be doing much good.

"Do you want help?" you asked laughing, watching him struggle to reach where it itched.

"Yes, please, for God's sake."

Mark abandoned the guitar on the floor as you dropped your phone onto the sofa and knelt to reach his back, Mark lifted his sweatshirt up enough for you to scratch exactly the most irritating spot and you laughed when he let out a sound of relief.

"Oh yeah, baby, right there." he spoke, throwing his head back as your nails dragged across his skin.

"You know, it's funny to hear that from you."

Mark turned so quickly that you didn't even remove your hand from his back, his face in pure shock.

You two then started laughing together, Mark even forgot about the itch and kissed your cheek.

"You're so cute."

RENJUN

You wanted to surprise Renjun, you knew it was his day off so you snuck open the bedroom door with a giant smile that turned into confusion as you watched him struggle to scratch the middle of his back with the pencil he was holding.

Of course it didn't work, the pencil didn't even reach the point where it itched and Renjun let out sounds that showed his irritation.

So you took the opportunity to approach and scratch his back, Renjun jumped out of his chair and turned to face you with a small but simple smile.

You scratched his back until Renjun let his head fall back with his eyes closed, your hand that until then relieved the itch went up his back and went to his hair, you brought your face close to his and placed a quick and soft kiss on his lips.

Renjun opened his eyes that seemed to smile on their own with the act.

"Well, hello to you too."

JENO

You and Jeno were making out, fast and intense. The way it always happened when you didn't see each other after so long, it was like you needed to make up for lost time.

He was making an effort not to let his weight fall on top of your body and end up crushing you, as your hands began to enter under the shirt he was wearing.

And when his teeth caught your bottom lip, you scratched his back but what came after was very different from what you wanted.

Jeno pulled away, his breath heavy against your face and a sound of satisfaction escaped his lips but it wasn't the kind of satisfaction you were used to.

"Do it again." he asked breathlessly.

"Huh?" you asked, opening your eyes to stare at him in confusion.

"Scratch my back." he asked gently.

Quite different from how he was acting seconds ago.

You nodded your head still confused and scratched his back.

"Further down." you did and he grinned. "Oh yeah!"

You scratched his back for a few more seconds and he opened his eyes, looking grateful.

"It's been itchy for a while."

You frowned.

"And why didn't you stop to scratch?"

Jeno laughed, lying down next to you and buried his face in your neck.

"I was pretty busy."

You didn't even have to see his face to know he was pouting.

HAECHAN

"No, Jisung, it's not there, you idiot!" Haechan was talking into the computer while his fingers practically flew against the keyboard.

You just laughed, moving the comforter off the bed to finally lie down. All you wanted to do was crash into bed after a long shower while your boyfriend wasted hours in that game with his friends.

"I said- oh shit, wait." Haechan started to shift in his chair and you chuckled before laying down on the bed, already bent over to do so.

"Why are you dancing?"

"Baby, help me." you rolled your eyes theatrically upon hearing Haechan's pleading voice.

"What?"

"Scratch my back, pretty please." even with all attention focused on the computer screen, you could see his pleading face.

Of course, the fact that he did that little child's voice also gave it away.

You sighed and walked away from the bed, going to your boyfriend and put your hand inside his shirt scratching his warm skin.

Haechan let out an almost moan of relief and his shoulders relaxed.

"What? I didn't moan!" Haechan spoke into his headphones and you laughed. "Be quiet, Jisung."

After scratching his back, you caressed his skin before taking your hand out of his shirt.

"Hey." Haechan called out to you as you prepared to walk away from him and as soon as you turned around, he placed a quick kiss on your lips. "Thanks."

"Anything for you." you winked at him and pulled away, now ready to throw yourself on the bed.

"Jisung, I swear to god if you don't stop implying that she was doing something else I will-"

JAEMIN

Jaemin had kindly volunteered to help you clean your house.

It was a great day and all you were thinking about was what you were going to eat later.

Sweaty and completely tired, you were in the last one: the living room.

As soon as you finished dusting off the tv, you turned to look at your boyfriend.

"And you don't even know what-" you looked confused at Jaemin who started making funny faces as he moved his torso awkwardly back and forth.

And not only that, he started making funny sounds too and that was enough to make you start laughing.

"Are you okay?"

"It itches, itches." he pleaded, trying to get the broom he held up to his back.

You continued laughing but went to him to help him.

"Further up." he asked and you did. "To the side now." you moved to the left. "To the other side" you've moved to the right. "That's right there!"

The smile remained on your face as you scratched his back and Jaemin sighed in relief.

"Phew. Thank you."

"I'm the one who thanks for the help." you brought your hand up to caress his face, brushing the wet hair from his forehead.

"Do you still have chocolate in the kitchen?" he asked, practically pleading.

You exchanged a look with him and knew exactly what was coming. You even tried to run ahead of him but Jaemin was faster, darting into the kitchen while you yelled at him not to eat everything.

CHENLE

Chenle had the brilliant idea of giving Daegal a bath.

And although you warned that the dog was not the quietest in the world, he did not take your opinion into account.

And that's why he and the bathroom were completely wet, while you watched everything leaning against the doorframe with your arms crossed and with the best expression of 'I didn't mean to say so but I told you so'.

"Next time, remind me to take it to a pet store." he complained and you had to contain your laughter.

"As you wish."

Chenle started moving his back awkwardly and you frowned, Daegal seemed to have calmed down now that he had turned off the shower so why was he fidgeting so much?

"Oh shit." he complained again. "Hey, help me out here."

"What?"

"Could you scratch my back? It's bothering me." you laughed and Chenle turned his face away enough for you to see that he was really bothered, so much so that he rolled his eyes.

You nodded and walked over to him, scratching his back as he tried to stifle a laugh when you got close to his waist a few times.

"Tickling, really?" you asked, raising your eyebrows and he shook his head.

"Don't you dare."

"Alright." you shrugged and rested your hands on his shoulders. "But you won't run away from one thing."

He looked at you and narrowed his eyes.

"I told you?" he asked even though he didn't need the answer.

"Yep."

JISUNG

You and Jisung were lying on the couch, he was hugging you by the shoulders while watching TV completely absorbed in the series that was showing.

Until he started to move like he was uncomfortable, you ignored him the first time, thought it was weird the second, and glared at him the third.

He wrinkles his nose as he tries to bring his hand to his back and you pull back enough to get a better look at him.

"Are you all right?" you asked, worried.

"My back is itchy." he replied with a pout and you smiled slightly.

"Let me help you."

You rested your hand on his shoulder, making him turn his back to you.

"Where is it itchy?" you asked kindly and he tried to point with his finger.

You scratched where he indicated and laughed when you felt something other than the fabric of the shirt he was wearing, so you reached inside and pulled the tag that should have been bothering him.

You showed it to Jisung who took the tag from your hand, looking confused.

"I think now it won't itch anymore." you said and he chuckled, turning around enough to kiss your cheek.

"My savior."

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[sungbites]

DREAMS COME TRUE ━ mark lee

pairing : mark x fem!reader. genre : fluff, est relationship, wedding, idk what else warnings : mentions of getting married synopsis : in which a dream of yours starts to become a reality thanks to your boyfriend wc : 1.3k a/n : i larb mark can anyone tell! to preface this is a reupload from my account @ pshbites, this is the original and it is my work. i only have these two accounts and if there is any other account impersonating me, it is not me.

here you stood, in front of all the people you held dear. to your right you had your bridesmaid and best friend, and further on in the front row were your parents. in front of you however was the love of your life, soulmate, other half, and everything in between. he looks at you with those doe eyes of his, those same eyes forming into crescents as he smiles and reaches for your hand.

the officiant stood between the two of you, reading out the typical things that were read during the wedding, but you weren’t paying attention. the only thing you could focus on was the man in front of you, smiling at you warmly. his smile could calm all of your nerves in an instant. “yn yln do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?” the officiant broke you out of your thoughts. you look to him and then back at mark, who only smiles at you. “i do” you say, feeling your heart swell at the words alone. “and do you, mark lee, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?” he turns to look at mark and suddenly every thought is popping in your head.

what if he said no? what if he suddenly regretted the thought of marrying you and abandoned you here in front of all your friends and family. two words break you out of your thoughts, “i do” he says, smiling and gripping your hand tighter. you smile as well, feeling a wave of emotions, you were married now, to the love of your life. “you may kiss the bride” the officiant says, now smiling at the two of you. mark begins to lean in, you as well, closing your eyes…

your eyes open to see marks chest. you look up at him, scrolling mindlessly on his phone. your eyes look around your all too familiar shared bedroom. It was all a dream. you weren’t getting married, hell you werent even engaged. it was all just a silly stupid dream. mark looked to you and smiled softly, setting his phone down. “good morning baby” he spoke raspily, that same rasp he always had in his voice in the mornings. you gave him a tight lipped smile, “morning” you mumbled back. 

the problem was that you knew mark would know something was up, the two of you had been together for 3 years now. so when you laid down next to him he turned his body to face you. “whats wrong?” he looked to you with those doe eyes, oh those eyes. you turned your head and sighed softly. “just a dream babe thats all” you replied back because what else could you say? how could you tell your boyfriend of 3 years that you were suddenly yearning for marriage after never mentioning it, all because of a stupid dream. 

“cmon tell me” he frowned slightly, hand moving up to stroke your hair. your cheeks turned pink, “its so dumb mark” you mumbled, making him smile and shake his head. “nothing you say is dumb baby, now tell me” he spoke softly, he always spoke so soft with you. it’s what made him so easy to talk to. “i had a dream we were getting married, like we were at the ceremony and all” you breathed out, looking at him expecting a big reaction.

instead he just smiled and giggled a little. “thats all?” he responded, making you furrow your brows. “what do you mean thats all” you reply, smiling softly now at the situation. “its normal baby, we’ve been together so long” he shrugs, as if getting married is just no big deal! he hadn’t even popped the question, how could he be so normal about this?

“you’re being weirdly normal about this babe” you said, inching closer to him so your head was now on his shoulder as he looked up at the ceiling. his arm went under your head to pull you closer to him, his hand on the small of your back now. you rested your head against his chest once again, hearing his heartbeat, making you smile. you always felt so much closer to him when the two of you laid like this.

“i mean at least i know you want to marry me” mark speaks up, breaking the silence between you two. you furrow your brows once more, “of course i want to marry you mark is that even a question” he looks down to you, smiling softly. “where would we get married then?” he said, smiling as he spoke. you could tell he was dying to have this conversation with you at some point. “would you want a destination wedding?” you rested your chin on his chest so you could look at him properly. “depends, i would go wherever you want me to baby” he smiled, making your cheeks turn a soft shade of pink. 

mark did that often, he would say something that would make your heart swell with love and just act like he never said it. you hummed, deep in thought trying to rack through the places you would want to be married. “maybe paris” you responded, earning a small giggle from mark. “ooo the city of love” he teased, making you laugh along with him. “cmon you would love to get married there wouldn’t you?” you responded, smiling whilst talking. your cheeks would always hurt with mark because of how much you smiled. 

“okay fine paris” he rolled his eyes teasingly, “what about the ceremony, private or big and grand” he asked and you hummed in thought once more. “i think we would both want it to be private right?” you furrowed your brows, making him nod. “obviously your family and mine, and some of our closest friends” he responded, as if already having a mental guest list. 

“what about the ring?” you tilt your head, making mark stroke your hair once again. his hand always had to be playing with your hair. “gold, you dont wear silver” he responded, quickly. “wow, im surprised you knew” you replied, rather sarcastically making him laugh. “i would get you any ring you wanted, just say the word” he replied, making you smile once more.

“yeah the real question is when are you proposing?” you scoffed amusingly. you shifted your position to lay your head back on his chest, his arm holding your waist. mark laid in silence for a couple minutes, clearly deep in thought. then he said a sentence that you didn’t think you would hear this morning. “i mean we could go pick a ring now?” 

you sat up almost immediately, mark looking up at you. “what?” you said, searching in his eyes for an answer. “we’re both off of work today.. so we could go” he said once more, smiling. you smiled even bigger. truth be told this wasn’t how you imagined your proposal to go, in bed with mark, legs intertwined, bodies meshed together as one, but for some reason it was perfect, beyond that really. 

you leaned closer to him, hugging him. smiling into the crook of his neck as he giggled like a lovestruck idiot. you pulled back, looking in his eyes. “is that a yes?” he smiled even bigger if that was possible and you nodded frantically, kissing his cheek all over then moving to his lips. the two of you locked lips, each time you kissed mark it felt like the first in the best way possible.

he smiled, his hand reached up to cup your cheek as your lips moved together slowly. this kiss felt so much more different than the others, like the two of you were holding back tears due to how happy you were. you pulled back, smiling down at him. “i love you” you mumbled, looking in his eyes. “i love you even more baby” he smiled back, sitting up to kiss your cheek. dreams really could come true. 

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[sweetiechenle]

would you film my s*x tape? ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ haechan

pairing: non-idol!collegestudent!haechan x collegestudent!afab!reader

summary: you and your best friend haechan are strapped for cash and desperate to make some... quick. thank god he has the best idea ever to make a sex tape!

warnings: mdni 18+ only, smut, masturbation, swearing, marking, porn with plot, face fucking, possessiveness, unprotected sex (don't do this), dirty talk, oral (receiving and giving) fingering, manhandling, praise, creampie, pet names, fluff, crack/humor, this is so unserious, you are all freaks in this

you thought the line was crossed after the internet bill cost more than an arm and a leg or when the water was shut off because of an overdue bill, but this was probably the worst thing that could’ve happened. all you wanted to do was take a nice long hot shower, you stripped off your pajamas and climbed into the tub. turning on the water you jumped back and let out a small scream, scrambling to turn off the water, you let out small cries as the ice-cold water continued to pelt your back. finally shutting off the shower, you shivered, stepping out and wrapping a towel around your body, holding it close.

leaving the bathroom, you march down the hallway, finding your best friend and roommate, haechan, on the couch. he looked up from his phone when you stopped in front of him with your arms crossed.

he smirked, ‘not sure what i did to deserve this’

rolling your eyes and huffing, ‘did you pay the gas bill? The water was freezing!!’

haechan quickly stood up, ‘i thought you did!’

‘no it was your turn this month!’ you cried.

he fell back on the couch, letting his body slump in the cushions, ‘fuck’

you sighed, moving to sit down next to him. ‘im so fucking tired of being broke, dude’

‘yeah, you’re preaching to the choir’ you replied with a lifeless laugh.

‘our jobs fucking suck, our pay fucking sucks, these prices fucking suck. we have tried everything and now what else is there to do? ask chenle for money!? yeah fucking right, i’m not owing that little shit anything’ he vented.

you sighed standing up, ‘i don’t really know what else to do either, we are too busy to take on a second job, we tried delivering food and driving others around, but it’s never enough’ you agreed with him.

he grabbed your hand when you stood up, you looked down, ‘don’t worry, i’ll think of something’ you nodded, seeing the sincerity swirl in his chocolate brown eyes you nodded.

later that evening haechan, and you sat down for dinner in front of the tv watching whatever you could pay attention to, pushing your money problems to the back of your mind. you placed your empty bowl on the small table in front of you, ‘i’m not doing the dishes with the water being this cold’ you smiled. haechan laughed and grabbed your bowl, taking it to the sink to do the dishes himself, you followed him into the small kitchen. you stood and stared at his back, his shoulders now much broader than the boy you first met ten years ago, his slender fingers moving around the bowl as he scrubbed the food off, he turned back at you and it was so hard not to notice his plush, pink lips that moved into a small smile every time he saw you, and it always made your heartbeat skip. it was so hard to decide if you wanted to be him or be with him.

‘i thought of an idea’ he said nonchalantly, glancing back at you to see your reaction.

‘oh god’ you laughed, nervously you asked, ‘should i be scared?’

‘probably?’ haechan answered, finishing up the two dishes and facing you in the kitchen now.

he ran his hand through his chestnut-colored hair, his hands flying everywhere as he started to explain his thought process behind this ‘genius idea’.

‘we should…’ he paused, and you quirked your eyebrow up, ‘make a sex tape!’

you snorted and double up laughing, ‘you’re fucking insane’ to continue the theatrics you pretended to whip non-existent tears.

‘no, okay, listen… it’s a crazy idea, but think of all the money we could make’ he sighed, now growing embarrassed due to the idea he was so confident in before. his cheeks grew red, scratching the back of his neck, ‘as we said earlier, we tried everything, but not this’

‘fuck’ you breathed, he was serious, mind going a million miles a second trying to come up with anything better, ‘they make so much money on only fans and stuff i fear you might be right’ it’s not like you didn't want to have sex with your best friend and roommate, you always thought he was attractive and had a body you dreamed to have in your bed. of course you would never tell him that to his face, his ego would get too big you'd have to move out. being best friends since middle school had its perks, each other's first kiss, each other's first small sexual experience at the end of high school, something you both agreed to never speak of after it had happened. so, you figured with something like this it would be something similar, you would make a couple of sex tapes, post them, and then rake in the cash and never speak of it ever again. however you didn't want something this extreme to change any aspect of your relationship with haechan, yes you were attracted to him and he was your favorite person but you liked where your relationship was at right now.

he pumped his fists up in the air, whooping as you finally agreed that one of his plans was feasible. ‘i know! i think it's probably one of the best ideas i’ve ever had’ he said proudly. ‘i can borrow one of jaemins nice cameras to film, we have to research what could make us the most money too’ he noted.

you nodded, ‘we should lay down some ground rules too, i don’t want to just jump into this and both do something we regret’

he turned to you, acting genuinely confused, ‘what would we regret?’ you inhaled his cologne as he moved in closer to you.

you looked up at him as he caged you between him and the kitchen table, you shuddered as your lower back made contact with the cold surface. you looked down now too nervous to look into his eyes that stared down at you, ‘i-i don’t know haechan, i just don’t want anything between us to change’ you said now feeling small even though your heart was jumping for joy.

‘you don’t? that’s a shame’ he clicked his tongue in disappointment, his voice low. not knowing what to say, you gulped waiting for him to continue, ‘when it comes to you, i don’t think there’s anything i could regret sweetheart’

oh, damn him, if you weren't supported by the table your knees would've already given out and you would've sucked his dick right then and there. what he said lit your body on fire but the subtle pet name went right to your core, shamefully feeling your panties growing wetter. he always played these games when he wanted something, using cute pet names and pleading in a cute way where anyone would say yes, but this time seemed different. hearing the sincerity in his voice made the situation feel all too real, you couldn't believe this was real.

‘wha-’ you gazed up at him through your eyelashes, ready to ask for further explanation but he stopped you, placing his finger over your open mouth.

‘do you trust me?’ he whispered.

all you could do was nod at him, while your best friend was playful and mischievous, you knew he could also be serious and forthright. it makes you think back to the time when mark wouldn't let haechan drive his car ever, saying he would never in a million years trust him. on the other hand when there was ever tension between his friend group he would be the one to go out of his way and get everyone all together again and diffuse any tensity. there were some things most people wouldn't trust haechan on but if he said you two could climb mount everest, you'd meet him at the spot.

‘good’ he replied, ‘get some sleep, we have a long day tomorrow’ he smirked and stalked away from you, hearing his bedroom door shut you let out a long breath. the air around you seemed too thin and you took that as your cue to also head to your room. you got ready for bed, climbed into your sheet and turned off your lamp, falling back into the mattress you stared up at the ceiling mind blanking and trying to process everything that happened an hour ago. you turned and grabbed your phone, wincing as the light burned your eyes. opening up the search engine you turned on incognito because there was no way this was ever going into your search history. typing in ‘popular porn categories’ you nervously waited as the page loaded. ‘seriously?’ you said to yourself as you read the words ‘milf’ and ‘lesbian’, so those were off the table. continuing to scroll you made mental notes of everything that could get you clicks, words like ‘creampie’ and ‘anal’, some things you weren't against, but stuff that seemed pretty straightforward.

you put down your phone and sighed, bored and unable to sleep. so, doing what most girls do when they are bored and in bed: masturbate. you slide your hand down your body, stopping just above the waistband of your pink sleep shorts. automatically thinking of haechan and imagining it was his hands sliding into your panties. soon, you reminded yourself. you finally reached the sweet spot, you tried your best to suppress your moans as your fingers worked in circles around your clit, occasionally taking your fingers down to dip in between your folds and pump them in and out, closing your eyes and making up a picture of haechan in your head on him above you, wishing it was his cock being driven inside of you. biting down on your bottom lip as your hips lurched forward due to the friction, you let out a small cry as you came all over your fingers, ending it by rubbing the stickiness over your worn-out pussy.

you cursed silently, getting up and going to the bathroom to clean yourself. after you gave yourself a well-deserved whores bath you got a clean pair of undies and slipped back into bed, now tired enough to go to sleep.

you wake up to a sunny saturday morning, stretching your limbs out you get out of bed and grab your phone, heading to the kitchen for what little breakfast you can have. you and haechan were never big money makers, at least not yet. you had a job doing entry graphic design for a yearbook company, paid like shit, but at least you were working towards something while going to school. haechan was majoring in software engineering but couldn't find any companies willing to hire someone without a degree, he seemed to always miss the chance to apply for internships so he was stuck at his job of being a mystery shopper, which also didn't pay that well. so, you both lived paycheck to paycheck and scraped what little you could to do things with friends and go out, haechan always telling you to go bat your eyes and act cute with every man in clubs so you both could get free drinks.

you opened the pantry and opted for the generic-branded cereal, hoping to every god in existence there was some milk in the fridge, you slowly opened it and silently cheered when there was a bit left. having all the ingredients you made up your bowl of cereal, sat down in the creaky kitchen chair and dug in. looking around you noticed haechan wasn't home, his shoes were gone along with his house keys, he never mentioned going anywhere so you opened your phone and checked on ‘find my friends’. you zoomed in on his little contact picture that was set years ago and obviously the perfectly, most embarrassing picture. he was at jaemins, for some reason unbeknownst to you. you continued to eat and scroll through whatever social media app could hold your attention. after breakfast, you cleaned your bowl (despite the cold water) and sat on the couch to pass the time until haechan came home.

you heard the door swing open, immediately standing up you walked without even thinking up to haechan. he gave you an inquisitive look as to why you came upon him so suddenly. then you noticed the camcorder in his hand… jaemins camcorder, oh.

‘i didn't know you left this morning’ you explained.

‘i was at jaemins’ i know you wanted to say, ‘i was getting this.’ he gestured to the video camera in his hand, taking off his shoes and throwing his keys onto the table.

you were rooted in place as you watched him move around the apartment nonchalantly, ‘did you tell him what it was for?’ you asked restlessly. scared that he confided in jaemin of your little plan to make more money, if he did, you could probably never look into the poor man's eyes ever again.

‘oh god no, i told him it was for a project you were working on but couldn't come to get it yourself’ haechan answered and that consoled your worried mind. ‘he expects it back by thursday’ he winked at you, and closed the door to his room, leaving you a loss for words at the front door.

you went back to your room, confused as to why haechan didn't bring up anything about the sex tape(scapades), like he knew nothing about it while it was his idea in the first place. he was probably nervous and getting ready, didn't want to ruin the mood or overthink any decisions that were already put into place from last night. you decided to lay in bed and watch videos and play on your phone to pass the time. after a while of shifting around in bed and switching between the same ten apps, you didn't realize the time when haechan softly knocked on your door, saying that dinner was ready.

you got up and opened your door, surprised by the setup he put together, there was a white sheet over the coffee table in front of the tv with multiple candles lit (needed them for when your electricity got shut off), there were wine glasses included a plate of food that looked absolutely delicious. ‘wow, haechan you really outdone yourself’ haechan was romantic when he wanted to be, asking gift and flower suggestions for whatever girl he decided to get involved with during that time. it always stung a bit, but you could never turn him away as a best friend.

‘anything for my favorite girl’ he smiled, and led you to the couch, taking your hand as you sat down. you blushed at his comment, almost feeling like this was a real date at a real fancy restaurant. but of course reality is that you are eating spaghetti on a couch in pajamas before getting absolutely railed by your best friend. you almost laughed out loud at the absurdity of it all. he poured some wine into your glass, and turned towards the tv to put on your favorite movie. it was all really sweet and made your heart swell with adoration for the boy next to you. even with the cards he was dealt in the situation he exceeded expectations and went out of his way to make everything special for you. you dug into your food and took a sip of wine, ‘ugh’ you gagged, ‘this is the cheap shit’ you both laughed at the reaction and he gave you a of course it is look.

‘don’t worry, when we are raking in the cash, i’ll get you the good stuff, and take you on a real, proper first date’ he smiled sheepishly, not confident in his words, worried you'd object to his obvious advances.

it was almost impossible to keep your heart from jumping out of your throat at his words, not believing what you just heard. you coughed, thinking of a way to get back at him, ‘i will be looking forward to that’. he beamed, giving you a toothy smile, your insides twisted, he was too cute for his own good, taking everything in you not to devour him whole right there. you swallowed your spit and turned back towards your food, finishing it off within a couple of bites.

haechan got up and took your plate to the sink, not bothering to clean them. he walked up to you and took your hands in his, looking down at the connection. wondering if he could feel how hot you were, haechan was always a touchy person and cuddled with you more times than you could count. but those times didn't make you feel this way, you knew tonight was different. ‘go get ready,’ he walked you to your bedroom door, dropping your hands he went to his door, ‘the video camera is all charged up’ he went inside and with that you scrambled around your room, thinking of what ‘get ready’ could mean. it was his job to prep you right? pacing around the room reality sunk in and you knew what to do. now going through your small closet, trying to find the only piece of lingerie you had. a gift from a past boyfriend, probably worth more than what you wanted to know.

‘ah-ha!’ you pulled it out of the pile of clothes that remained on the floor, it was somewhat misshapen from being at the bottom of the wreckage but salvageable. it was a red teddy with lace and a thong that hugged your curves perfectly. it was comfortable and sexy while also leaving some stuff up to the imagination, you knew haechan would love it. mentally thanking yourself for shaving everything before the gas got turned off, you slipped it on and checked yourself in the mirror, twisting and turning admiring the way it snatched your waist perfectly. you moved to your small vanity and put on light makeup, with plenty of mascara, knowing it would be picture-perfect to let the camera witness as it flows down your cheeks knowing you'd probably end up crying in pleasure soon. you threw on your robe and peeked outside of the door, haechan was nowhere to be seen but you were ready, hyping yourself up there was no backing out now.

you moved towards his door, softly knocking and waiting for him, clit quivering in anticipation. you pictured all the ways he'd have you tonight, silently hoping this would take off and you'd have no choice but to make more videos to appease the viewers that didn't even exist yet. haechan opened the door, he opened his mouth to say something, but closed it quickly. ‘you look beautiful, doll’ he breathed, like he was a tiger, and you were the prey, he took his time taking in your appearance.

you blushed, ‘you look gorgeous too’ he was in a tight-fitted black shirt along with those famous gray sweatpants, and you could barely control yourself. he looked like a god, his brown hair now dark, the light only coming from his room. his features were highlighted under the warm glow, his eyes growing dark in hunger, his nose perfectly sculpted and you were ready to beg him to let you sit on his face, needless to say, he was absolutely divine.

he opened his door wider, ‘shall we start?’ his eyebrow up in question. you nodded walking into his room, entrapped in his space and musk, you could get lost in the space forever. he grabbed your hands like before, ‘do you trust me?’ he was sincere, and you nodded, ‘because everything is about to change’

you nodded, whispering, ‘i can't wait’ you looked up at him, silently pleading for him to do anything at all. he leaned into you, noticing how his eyes kept moving from your eyes to your mouth, bracing yourself and closing your eyes, his breath was on your cheek.

‘the camera is rolling baby’ and with that he graced his lips with yours, moving to a rhythm you both fell into immediately. you could feel the sparks fly as your heart soared, his lips fitting perfectly into yours, soft but also rugged with the way he grabbed your waist and pulled you closer. your body now flush with his, shrugged off your robe you let it fall to the ground, haechan stopped his movements and took a step back. breathing hard and looking over your body in a very new way, staring at him feeling like daniel being thrown into the lion's den, chest heaving up and down you whined due to the surprising lack of contact. ‘fuck, you are so fucking hot baby’ he moaned, going back to the position you were both in. you gave him a coy smile, ‘did you wear this just for me? do you know how crazy i get when you walk around the apartment looking like a total slut? now here you are, in something that barely covers anything’ he grabbed the strap over your shoulder, pulled it back with his finger, and let it slap back on your skin. you sucked in a breath, feeling the slick pool into the thread, on your thighs. ‘not sure what i did to deserve this baby’ he ghosted his hands over your body, grabbing onto your lace-covered tit. you moaned at the contact, his lips now on yours again, moving much rougher and more hungry and teeth clashed together and tongues dancing in dominance. haechan picked you up, lips never leaving yours until he threw you on the bed, landing with a thump, going limp you grabbed the sheets in anticipation, watching as he threw off his shirt and pants. your mouth dropped, ready to take him right now if he wanted. his defined body shone with sweat, abs glistening, eyes finding his happy trail and erection confined in his briefs your mouth watered at the sight. you figured he was blessed with a good length, but now you were wondering if it would even fit.

taking the situation into your own hands, getting on all fours you crawl to him at the end of the bed. ‘haechan, please let me suck your cock’ you begged, yearning for nothing else but to feel his fat and heavy member choke you. he said nothing, acting unimpressed like your pleads didn't meet his expectations. whimpering in desperation, ‘i can show you what you deserve my pretty boy, please use my mouth’ he groaned at the pet name, stroking his length. he took a step in front of you, face now in front of his thick cock.

‘lay on your back’ he ordered, obliging immediately, he grabbed you and brought you towards him, head now hanging slightly off the bed. you watched him upside down stripping himself of his briefs and letting his member free, it slapped against his toned stomach, never taking his eyes off of you as he spit in his palm and pumped his erection. he had such a pretty cock, and your core burned at the beautiful sight in front of you. thighs instinctively rubbing together to create some friction. ‘open up’ mouth falling open he teased the tip on your lips. he pushed his length into your mouth, trying to adjust quickly, haechan started trusting at a small pace, letting you get used to the feeling. haechan shudders at the hot feeling, groaning as you gag on his cock. drool piled up and spilled out of your mouth and all over heachan, he trusted faster losing his mind over the noises you continued to make. you grabbed the sheets under you until your knuckles went white, mind spinning from the position as your best friend fucked your mouth with full force. he grabbed your boob under the lingerie and pinched your nipple making you shiver and cry around his length. he pulled out and you coughed and whipped the spit from your face. moving back into an upright position, collecting yourself, and watching as haechan went to grab the camcorder that sat on his desk. he brought it to your face, ‘did you enjoy sucking my dick?’ he asked.

‘yes’ you breathed, ‘your cock is so pretty and big’ staring into the camera lens, haechan watched you through the screen, his dick jumped in excitement at the lewd scene in front of him. his hand reached behind your head, you accepted it melting into his touch. grabbing your hand he pushed your lips back to his pulsing member, head red with anger and ready to let go. instinctively opening, he pushes it back into your mouth, raggedly pushing the back of your head down his length until your nose touches his pelvis. gagging and slurping up your spit as best as you could, it dribbles down your chin as you moan around him, making him groan at the vibration. as glassy eyes stared into the camera, the camcorder picked up the whimpered sounds as hot, wet tears glided down your cheeks. after a couple of last thrusts haechan lets go of your hair, pushing you off of him, and moves back, ‘give me a show baby, take it off’ you oblige and start with the straps, trying to make it as sexy as possible for the camera. you smile innocently, as you free your tits, moving your hand to play with it, before lifting your lower body to strip yourself naked.

haechan moans, as you toss the garment to the floor, staring up at him he cages you in, climbing on top of you and kissing your neck, violently sucking on the skin and lightly biting, ‘im going to leave so many bruises, so everyone knows you're mine’ he whispered against your sensitive skin. you mewled at his words, the thought of being his. ‘please,’ you gasped through rugged breaths, ‘make me yours’ he placed his knees between your thighs, feeling your wetness as it pooled onto the sheets and him. your hips buckled forward, trying to get some sort of pressure onto your sopping cunt. he continued moving downward, the camcording moving with him, letting it see what he did. he kissed over your boobs, giving them little kitten licks as you moaned at the contact.

finally reaching your entrance, he motioned for you to take the camera and film him, which you did with shaking hands. now pointed at him, he stared into the lens, as you watched him through the screen he delved in, giving your lips small licks which turned into harsh lapping sounds as he abused your clit. he never looked away from the camera, the eye contact making you moan as it felt so intimate, yet so dirty. this really was the best idea he ever had. you hissed as his finger slid into your entrance, so hot and warm, you distinctively moved your hips towards his hand, wanting more. he added another finger, stretching you in preparation, ‘fuck, you are so tight’ he observed, pumping his fingers in and out of you. the coil in your stomach tightened and the air around you felt so heavy, you knew the band was about to snap. shuddering, your eyes and head rolling back ‘i think i’m gonna cum chan’ you whimpered. but, he stopped and his fingers exited your hole with a squelching sound, crying at the loss of contact your head moved back towards his, shooting daggers.

‘i want you to cum on my cock beautiful. watch you fall apart as i fuck you stupid’ he confessed, grabbing the camera from you. now turned back towards you, you gulped, body buzzing and hot at his nasty words. he grabbed your ankles, forcing you closer to him. haechan pushed your legs against your chest, giving him perfect access to your swollen lips. he casts the camcorder downward, ready for the money shot. lining up his tip with your entrance, he pushes in, causing you both to gasp and sigh at the contact. finally bottoming out, his hips reach your thighs, giving you a minute to adjust he started to thrust lightly, making you keen at the feeling of being so full, that, and the wet sounds of your bodies, almost made haechan cum right there on the spot. ‘fuck, you feel so tight baby, you don't know how long i’ve waited for this’ he whimpered, trying to keep himself composed. moaning at his confession you grabbed his arm and brought him down suddenly to kiss you. now in a missionary-esque position, haechan sat the camcorder down on the bed to face you both, sloppy kisses were exchanged, and you both gasped into each other mouths when haechan went deep and hit your sweet spot. moving up to his knees, and grabbing the camcorder, he pulls his hips down harder, drilling into your weeping cunt. you grunted growing incoherent as you babbled about how his dick was so big and for him to keep going, ‘you take me so well pretty girl’ he groaned, zooming in on your fucked out expression, ‘it’s like you were made for me, you're mine baby, all mine’ he breathed, his rhyme becoming sloppy and harder, faster.

you could feel fire start to poll in your lower abdomen, sinking your nails into haechans forearm as he moved circles in your burning clit with his free hand. ‘cum with me baby please’ he begged, ready to release inside of your warm pussy. you tensed feeling the lightning strike as you felt the earth stutter on its axis. groaning loudly, you finally let go, waves of pleasure coarse over your body, walls convulsing griping haechan like a vice. he whimpered above you, stilling his hips as he coated your insides white, curses flew out of his mouth as he made small trusts, loving the feeling of overstimulation. your thighs vibrated and jerked, letting your orgasm die down, haechan pulled out slowly, making you both hiss. he sighed contently, getting up and heading to the bathroom and coming back with a washcloth. he videotaped as his sticky substance dripped from your hole, cleaning you up thoroughly as he continued to zoom in.

‘well… that's a wrap’ he said cheekily and turned off the camera, placing it on his bedside table. you laughed at the comment, moving closer to him as he climbed into bed beside you. heart floating as he pulled you closer, bringing your head to rest on his chest. ‘i think that would win at fucking sundance’ he whispered, making you snort and playfully hit his chest. you both sat in comfortable silence, his fingers ghosting your back, moving up and down.

‘did you mean it? what you said?’ you asked, feeling small in his embrace.

‘what part?’ he ventured, grabbing hold of your shoulder.

‘when you said you had been waiting for this moment, was that real or just for the tape?’ you felt stupid needing clarification. you both had decided to make it overzealous so it would do numbers, he wouldn't think twice to say any of that stuff when money was on the line, or maybe he had meant it and in the heat of the moment confused about what you were also thinking.

‘of course i meant it love, if you can't tell, i’ve been in love with you for a while’ he confessed.

you gasped, head lifting off of his chest to gaze up at him, eyes shown in full sincerity, he went on ‘there's no one else who understands me as you do, you continue to put up with my shit, you're honest when i need it most, but you also support me in everything i do. you spent a week trying to find any companies that would take me on, going as far as to call continually when i never asked you to in the first place’

you groan remembering the hiring manager that had said ‘his resume wasn't good enough’ to which you gave them an earful telling them they would be stupid not to accept him. ‘you laugh at my stupid jokes and you always let me win in league, you are effortlessly beautiful without even trying, even after you have woken up after 15 hours of sleeping, seeing your face walk out of your bedroom door is the best feeling, i get so excited when you come home from work, like i’m a dog waiting for its owner’ you cry as you both sit up, holding each other.

‘haechan… i don't-… you’re my best friend, the person who knows me better than i know myself,’ he wipes small tears pricking from the corners of your eyes, just as they are about to fall ‘you always know when i’m down, you help me with tasks whenever i get frustrated and you never complain, you are my rock and i know i can always rely on you for anything, you’re my home.’ you finished your turn of the confession with a simple, ‘i love you too’

haechan gives you a small kiss, ‘no more crying, we should rest’ moving to turn off the lamp next to him, he puts you in an embrace and lays you down back in your previous position, kissing your hair you let your eyes flutter shut. ‘what if i told you i was a secret billionaire?’ he mumbled.

you squirmed, pretending to be annoyed at his antics, he gripped tighter, trapping you in his warmth, whining ‘please, go to fucking sleep’ you grumbled, finally settling down after a long day of shooting.

you stirred awake as the sunlight from the window hit your eyes, blinking you stretched and sat up, groaning as every muscle seemed to ache after last night. ‘good morning girlfriend’ haechan sang, walking into his room holding a plate of food for you.

‘girlfriend?’ you questioned, grabbing the fake porcelain from him.

he shook his head from side to side ‘mmm well we’re married in my head already, so that’s we can go with for now’

you sighed and nodded, smiling, ‘okay boyfriend, whatever you say’ picking up the bagel you got ready to take a bite when haechan gave you a nervous smile without saying anything, still standing in front of you ‘... what's wrong?’

‘don’t get mad, but hypothetically, what if i told you i forgot to hit record last night’ he cast his eyes downward, obviously trying to hold in a laugh.

you groaned, knowing he was still messing with you, ‘i saw the red light on the camera stupid, you can’t fool me.’ he looked up hearing the crunch from the toasted donut, happily eating away. ‘now come here and massage my back’ he immediately obliged, coming behind you to rub your pain away. ‘and make sure to delete everything before giving the camera to jaemin. please.’

haechan stopped, ‘but he said he wanted to see!!’

you turned around ready to grab him by the neck and not in a good way, ‘HAECHAN’. all he could do was laugh and hug you as tight as he could, never wanting to let go.

‘holy shit babe, come here and look at this’ haechan called from the kitchen, you came buzzing in, eager to see what he had to show you.

‘what is it?’ you mused, glancing down at his phone as he handed it to you.

you gasped, seeing the number of money your videos have made over the past couple of months, ‘that's enough to pay for four months of rent!!’ after a couple of months and making more videos, you started posting them to a private channel online and promoting them in various placing, thus helping you both reach pretty decent number for amateur porn. you even moved into his bedroom and turned your old one into a perfect little studio. 

‘i know!!’ he got up from the table and hugged you in celebration, ‘and we owe it all to our first subscriber and top donator… maybe we can ask him to film for us some time’

you dropped your arms and grimaced, ‘jaemin’

it really was the best idea he ever had, and you love him for it.

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

⋆⭒˚.⋆ Self-On Kode with Mark ⋆⭒˚.⋆

idol!Mark x f!idol!reader

summary: you and you boyfriend Mark are paired up for an interview, but do you even know you're texting each other? No.

(cw: f!reader, idol!reader)

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Mark got comfortable in the plush, pink chair of the Kode set with a shy smile, "Ah hello, I'm Mark from NCT." He pushes his earbuds into his ears and begins playing his music, "today I'll be known as Cheetah. Um, I couldn't really think of anything else and the fans already call me a cheetah so it was easy to think of."

On the opposite side of the wall, you settle into your own chair while smiling at the camera while introducing yourself, "I was so confused when I was asked to pick a wild cat as my screen name. It was such an oddly specific category, and even weirder when you told me cheetah was already taken. Anyway, I chose Tiger because they're the next prettiest."

Your music begins to play through your earbuds as your phone vibrates from the first message from your partner. "Yo?" you read in confusion, staring at your screen with pure confusion, "is that it? This is a man isn't it? Girls don't talk like this."

On the other side of the wall Mark laughs softly, covering his mouth as he reads the message. "This person is so happy. I've never seen anyone write hi with this many i's."

You and Mark text back and forth for a while, sharing your hobbies and sending memes back and forth until the both of your are giggling madly on your respective sides of the set. Of course, after nearly 2 years together you'd know how to make each other laugh, even without knowing you're texting each other. Your partner still doesn't give you any identifying traits or hints as to who they are. Well, besides clearly being a man based on how he texts.

Following the instruction of the staff, you send a screenshot of your home screen. You pout, feeling slightly bad for your partner. Just two days ago you'd gotten a new phone and hadn't yet had the time to make it yours. It was stuck with the boring default background and a handful of apps you considered to be essential. You explain as much with the text accompanying the screenshot.

And Mark's screenshot? Well, it might as well be just as boring as yours. He has the blur set on the photo so all you see is an indistinct mess of colors. Two distinct blobs which could be the shape of two people or two flowers or two guitars or two cats.

"Wow," you say as you typed out the word, "we are two very boring people. You really don't want me to know who you are."

Mark laughs out brightly while he reads your text, "me? You haven't even changed your own yet!"

"I told you I just got a new phone and haven't had time yet!" You laugh to yourself while typing out your message.

Your joking back and forth gets the two of you off track while you playfully poke fun at each other back and forth until the staff ask you both who you think you're texting. Mark looks at the camera while he tries to think, "I have no clue. It's a girl, surely but it could be anyone. Do you pick random people off the street to do these videos?"

On the other side of the wall, you blush softly, covering your face while your face cools down, "is it weird if I say it's my boyfriend? He just seems so much like Mark."

It's one of the few times you've ever referred to Mark as your boyfriend for any sort media. You and Mark had technically been a public couple for about a year now, since your respective companies had come out with their statements to reveal your relationship. How you'd been able to conceal a year of your relationship was beyond the both of you. Well, a lot of dark, oversized clothes and hats and masks to conceal your faces.

After the company statements, you and Mark seemed to be even better at hiding. You barely glanced at each other at award shows, and if you did, it was only friendly, nothing that could be interpreted as anything else. There were very few glimpses into your relationship beyond birthday and anniversary posts with obscured faces and sharing each other's most recent comebacks on your stories. Privacy was something you both valued and of course you were more than ok with doing any type of promotion with Mark, it just never worked out that way. Until now (not that you knew). Plus, it wasn't like this interview would give anyone any important details of your relationship anyway.

When the staff prompt you both to share a screenshot of your most recently listened to songs, you stare at your screen with a look of blank surprise, "this is just a mix of Drake and Justin Bieber. It's Mark, it has to be."

You zoom in on the picture, mumbling about how you see more music that is so distinctly Mark while on the other side Mark looks at the screenshot you send excitedly. "She's a fan! Of me! Wow, she's listened to Child and Golden Hour and 200! Ok, I have to chill out a bit," he tells himself even as he types out his message telling you that you have good music taste.

You snort at his message just as the staff laugh at the exchange at the same time. The head producer instructs you both to find your baby pictures to send to the other.

You look up from your phone, looking at the camera and the staff, "surely, you'd think a couple who have been together for this long have seen pictures of each other when they were kids, right?" The staff nods in response before you speak again, "well, we haven't! I've only seen what has been posted online. Same for him!"

Mark sends you a picture of him as a baby where he's a few months old and you coo immediately. You zoom in as close as you can drawing your phone closer to you face as you star adoringly at the baby on your screen. "He's the cutest little thing I've ever seen! I've never seen a cuter baby in my life! Oh, I just want to squeeze his cheeks and cuddle him," you gush over the adorable picture of the chubby baby boy with an adoring look on your face.

Mark looks at his phone, the camera, the staff, his phone again, the camera again with a look of pure and utter confusion as he looks at what he can only assume is a child covered in frosting. "You can barely tell this is a human, how is this supposed to help me figure out who I've been texting?" Mark asks, zooming in on the picture while the staff bursts out in laughter. When he finds out who he's talking to...

So when he staff ask for a final guess as to who you've been texting you say Mark's name confidently while Mark ultimately utters out, "Maybe someone from a girl group... maybe it's Yeri."

When the staff ask you both to stand and get ready to face each other to reveal yourselves. Instead of walking toward Mark, you find yourself behind the set so you're behind Mark.

Mark walks forward slowly, waiting to see when he'll spot his interview partner, but when he sees an empty spot, he faces the camera and the staff with a quizzical smile, "was I talking to a ghost?"

They laugh softly and murmur amongst themselves while you finally reach forward and tap his shoulder softly. Mark jumps, completely scared by the touch. He turns to you with his eyes wide with surprise, "you?!"

"Yes, me!"

After you're both seated at the high top table and calmed down from the surprise meeting with on another, you're both ready to talk to each other in front of the camera once again. You smile softly at your boyfriend, "I knew it was you."

Mark scoffs, "how?"

"Yo," you repeat the word from his first message with a poor imitation of his voice, "all the Drake, all the Bieber-- oh my gosh, Mark! Your baby picture!"

Mark laughs, taking your hand in his out of view of the camera, "speaking of baby pictures, what did you send me?"

Your brows furrow softly at his question, "I sent you a picture of me as a baby."

"There's no way that was you. You look like a little cake monster."

"It was from my first birthday..." you pout at Mark.

"Don't get pouty with me, you were completely covered, how could I have known? I can pout too! My face used to be your homescreen and now it's the plain default screen," Mark tells you with a playful pointed look.

"Mark," you deadpan, "you were with me when I got my new phone."

"Oh yeah..." Mark blushes with embarrassment.

"Anyway, who did you think I was?"

Mark squeezes your hand nervously beneath the table, his thumb rubbing at your knuckles a little anxiously, "I had no clue, to be honest. I knew you were a girl but I didn't know it was you."

When the staff ask Mark how he didn't know but you did, all he can do is blush and laugh out a nervous response. You turn to him with a playful accusatory look of your own, "yeah, how come you didn't know?"

"I don't really pay attention to how you text, just what we text about..."

You and the staff coo as you pinch his cheeks and cup his face lovingly, "you're so cute, but you were cuter as a baby."

"My mom says the same thing," Mark rolls his eyes.

Your conversation winds down and you both pose for the selfie at the end. You both pull silly faces, cheeks pressed together and eyes scrunched shut with your tongues sticking out.

Despite the stupid picture you both took, the screen fades to black with a completely different picture of you and Mark laughing while looking at each other with hearts in your eyes and bright smiles on your faces.

[hyuckiestarz]

fwb!dreamies when you break it off

suggestive themes, minors dni!! ⊹₊⋆ 🌻ྀི

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