#nct 127 x y/n

[sunspycy]

oi sun desafio PESSADISSIMO pra voce hein !

duvido muito voce escrever mark lee com car sex . 🫣

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝔉ilhinho de 𝔐amãe

Mark Lee × Fem!Reader // Smutzinho // W.C: ~1k

Notas: Eu detesto tudo que escrevo pra cá KKKKKKK Nem sei por que insisto KKKKKKK Eu já tinha um texto do Mark com uma proposta parecida, mas decidi escrever esse outro pra você, Anon. Espero que você curta!! 🩵

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ©𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒑𝒚𝒄𝒚. 𝑻𝒐𝒅𝒐𝒔 𝒐𝒔 𝒅𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒊𝒕𝒐𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒔.

— Por que você tá aqui? — Mark perguntou ao passo que envolvia suas bochechas com as mãos, os olhos nos seus. Você não respondeu de imediato; achava que o sorrisinho nos seus lábios entregava. Puxou-o pelo moletom, ficando a uma distância que era apenas um suspiro para as bocas se encontrarem.

— Não consegui dormir. Fiquei pensando em você — você justificou. E Mark assentiu, porque, aparentemente, você não tinha sido a única pessoa passando a madrugada em claro. Eram exatas três horas da manhã. Vocês tinham se despedido na noite anterior, às 22h; Mark te deixou no portão, beijou tua boca devagarinho, se afastou tão rápido que seus lábios se encontraram de novo, de propósito, pra te fazer tê-lo no pensamento por tempo indeterminado.

— Eu também… fiquei pensando em te beijar, tirar sua roupa, essas coisas. — Você sorriu, se escondendo nele enquanto ele te abraçava. Mark beijou seus cabelos e se afastou um pouco pra te ver. — Só tem um problema.

— Você é casado, né? Eu sabia que tava muito bom pra ser verdade — Mark sorriu, negando com um gesto de cabeça, fazendo você voltar a respirar normalmente.

— Minha mãe tá me visitando, então a gente vai ter que transar bem quietinho — ele murmurou o finalzinho da frase no seu ouvido, afinal, a portaria do prédio não precisava escutar aqueles detalhes. Você avaliou a situação; não era ruim. — Mas, se você quiser, a gente pode tentar criar uma história pra contar.

— Seu carro? — você questionou, e Mark se surpreendeu com a sua agilidade. Ele assentiu, e você concordou com um mover de cabeça. — Por que não?

Mark segurou sua mão. Usaram o elevador pro subsolo, onde ficava o estacionamento do prédio. Mark e você ficaram quietinhos na caixa de metal, só sorrisos, pareciam dois adolescentes prestes a fazer besteira. Mas, quando saíram, você não aguentou: empurrou-o de leve contra uma parede e buscou a boca dele, tentando cessar com as risadinhas de quem estava maluca pra ser fodida. Mas era impossível, com o rostinho de bom moço que ele tinha.

— Você tem a maior cara de virgem, sabia? — você brincou. Mark fingiu se sentir ofendido, beliscando a sua cintura de propósito, capturando a sua boca e sugando sua língua feito um canalha. O corpo colado no seu; dava pra senti-lo em todo lugar: o coração acelerado, o abdômen definido, a excitação crescendo a cada beijo, cada toque, cada mão atrevida. Te fazia se sentir arrependida pelo que dizia, mas, ao mesmo tempo, queria que ele te destruísse tão fundo ao ponto de chorar.

— Virgem? E você? Se eu enfiar a mão na sua calça, na sua calcinha, cê já vai tá pronta pra dar, né? — questionou, sem filtro nenhum. Embora, antes, no encontro que tiveram, você tivesse achado que ele seria diferente nessas horas. Mas gostaria de categorizar as palavras sujas que ele liberava no teu ouvido como preliminares. Com muito controle, Mark tirou a chave do carro do bolso. Você o encontrou só de virar um pouquinho o rosto — o bastante pra Mark se aventurar com a boca no teu pescoço. — Vem, antes que eu te coma aqui mesmo.

Segurou sua mão novamente, abriu a porta, cavalheiro. Você entrou meio sem jeito no banco de trás e Mark foi o próximo. Te beijou, até tentou achar uma posição confortável, mas era impossível: os bancos da frente apertavam vocês dois, mas nenhum de vocês se importava tanto. Você o puxou pela camisa branca, o tecido fino nos seus dedos.

Mark afastou seus joelhos um bocado mais, acima de você, deitada nos bancos, e, no processo, ele acidentalmente bateu com a cabeça no teto do carro. Você riu, mas imediatamente o puxou pra perto, e Mark gemeu — fosse pela dor, fosse pelo contato com os seus seios, talvez os dois.

— Seria melhor se você estivesse sem sutiã. Seria melhor se você estivesse sem roupa… Por que não veio só com um casaco comprido? — ele questionou, enquanto te ajudava a tirar a blusa. Mark ficou alguns segundos te encarando, encarando seus seios, cobertos por um sutiã novo e bonito. O seu peito indo e voltando numa velocidade fora do normal te deixava ainda mais deslumbrante. Mark poderia ficar pelo resto da vida preso naquele carro com você.

— Caralho, você é linda — Mark beijou um pouquinho acima do seu seio direito, quando você ergueu o tronco um bocado pra conseguir abrir o fecho do sutiã só com uma mão, praticamente servindo-os para Mark como se fosse sobremesa.

Ele te ajudou a tirá-lo também, descendo com a boca e circundando o biquinho duro de um dos mamilos com a língua, espalhando saliva por ali, enquanto te olhava, testando sua reação. Você apertou o material do banco traseiro, arqueando todo o corpo em direção a ele.

— Eu realmente pensei em dar uma de Bridget Jones… — Mark sorriu, descendo com a mão até o começo da sua calça jeans. Você prendeu a respiração quando ele adentrou com a mão, após abrir o botão e descer o zíper devagar pra te provocar. A palma te sentiu, molhada, no mesmo estado que ele disse que te encontraria. Você gemeu quando ele entrou com o anelar — só o anelar — o bastante pra você arranhá-lo de leve, a respiração pesada, ao mesmo tempo que as janelas do carro praticamente pingavam.

— Te machuca? — Você negou, enquanto Mark adicionava um segundo dedo, um sorriso no rosto, o cabelo suado grudado na testa. — E o meu pau? Será que te machuca?

— Mark… por favor… — você pediu, e ele baixou sua calça e sua calcinha até onde conseguiu, o bastante pra te deixar exposta pra ele, com dificuldade, considerando o espaço mínimo que tinham. Baixou a própria calça também; o membro rígido, vermelhinho na ponta, lambuzado de pré-gozo. Mark gemeu baixo só de encostar a pontinha nos seus lábios, e você mexeu o quadril, pressionando.

Entrou devagar, se enterrou, e te olhou nos olhos.

— A gente deveria estar numa cama — você disse, com um sorriso. Mark correspondeu, quase desabando em cima de você, o peso do corpo dele sobre o seu, toda tensão se esvaindo, feito o ar que era escasso ali dentro. Mas pouco importava. Pouco importava quando ele estava dentro de você daquela forma.

— A gente vai. Vou te foder aqui, mas depois te fodo lá em cima — ele respondeu, a mão carinhosamente no seu rosto, no seu cabelo meio molhado de suor. — Porra, você é tão quentinha… Acho que nem vou precisar meter pra gozar.

— Vai me levar lá pra cima? — você questionou, os olhos brilhando. Mark sorriu, deixou um beijinho casto na pontinha do seu nariz, carinhoso e romântico.

— Sim. Vou te foder na minha cama e depois te assumir pra minha mãe.

Escrevi essa com Zayn no fone e fazia muito tempo que eu não escutava Zayn 😔

[sunshyni]

oiii sun meu amor, como você tá??

vc tinha dito que queria escrever com o jaehyun e eu queria pedir algo 😔☝🏻 não tenho um cenário específico, mas queria algo envolvendo saudades + bebida ou algo do tipo pq eu simplesmente amo coisas assim super clichês KKKKKKKK

𝒮apinho | 𝒥aehyun

Jaehyun × Reader // Eles são casadinhos // Fluff, mas com um final sugestivo // W.C: ~0.9k

Notinha da Sun: Gigi, eu não queria escrever um cenário muito comum, então pensei em algo diferente e saiu isso! Espero que você goste. Beijinhos pra ti, amor! ❤️

— Onde ele tá? — você questionou para o seu pai quando ele abriu a porta da livraria da família. Seu avô a fundara quando seu pai era uma criança, e ele continuou com o negócio após a morte do seu avô. Você tinha passado praticamente toda a sua infância e parte da adolescência lá. Seu pai vivia convidando escritores calouros pra recitarem seus poemas ou lerem trechos dos seus livros, e foi num desses eventos que conhecera Jaehyun.

— Onde você acha que ele tá? — Na seção de livros infantis. Por algum motivo, Jaehyun era fascinado por literatura infantil. Conhecera ele porque a autora de “Elefantinhos que Voam” não conseguiu comparecer, e seu pai já tinha convidado uma turma de criancinhas do primário pra ouvirem a leitura compartilhada. Obviamente, ninguém imaginava que um cara vestido formalmente estaria numa livraria do centro, cercado por crianças chamando-o de “tio” toda hora.

— E como ele tá? — você perguntou, deixando seu casaco pesado por causa do inverno no cabideiro do balcão da recepção, revelando o vestido vermelho midi, colado na cintura e esvoaçante no comprimento. Faziam exatos cinco anos que você tinha flertado com o Jaehyun charmoso que lia para baixinhos, e um ano desde que vocês se casaram. Mas, por causa de uma discussão envolvendo pontos de vista diferentes sobre bebês, ele não voltou pra casa naquela noite no horário costumeiro.

— Bem… bêbado, na verdade — seu pai admitiu, dando de ombros. Te deu um beijinho na testa e te entregou as chaves da livraria. — Vê se se acerta com ele.

Você anuiu com a cabeça, saiu tão depressa de casa que calçara o primeiro sapato que encontrou: um Crocs rosa bebê, que não exatamente contrastava bem com o vestido elegante e sexy. Como imaginara, Jaehyun parecia um cãozinho carente na seção de livros infantis. Tinha um livro em mãos, mas virou a cabeça em direção a você assim que sentiu seu olhar.

Jaehyun fazia o tipo diferente de marido. Quando decepcionado — felizmente ou não — na maior parte das vezes desabafava com o próprio sogro e não num barzinho próximo do escritório.

— Fiquei esperando pelo meu presente do nosso aniversário de casamento e você não apareceu — você começou, ficando de joelhos ao lado dele, que estava sentado no chão, as costas apoiadas na estante de livros baixa para as crianças alcançarem. Jaehyun te olhou, tinha as bochechas vermelhas e o olhar estrelado, mas não parecia tão bêbado assim.

Jaehyun tateou os próprios bolsos da calça social. Tinha se livrado de algumas peças, incluindo a gravata. Na parte superior, vestia apenas a camisa, aberta em quatro botões. Murmurou um palavrão quando não encontrou o que queria, buscando a sua mão e a beijando no dorso.

— Esqueci no escritório, me perdoa. — Você sorriu, entrelaçou uma mão na dele e sentou-se no colo dele. Jaehyun te olhou, vidrado, afastou uma mecha do seu cabelo para trás. — Acho que tô fedendo a soju.

— Você tá — você concluiu, as mãos agora nos ombros dele — mas não tem problema. E isso vale pro presente também. Depois você me entrega. Tá assim porque eu não quero te dar o presente que você quer tanto, né?

Jaehyun sorriu fraquinho, arrastou as mãos pelo seu corpo, pelas suas coxas, puxando pra cima o tecido do vestido. Ameaçou começar a falar sem olhar de verdade pra você, mas antes que articulasse a primeira palavra, você trouxe o rosto dele alinhado ao seu, pelo queixo bonitinho.

— A decisão tem que partir de você. Tudo bem se não quiser ter um filho agora — foi o que ele disse, dessa vez te encarando nos olhos — mas… eu realmente queria uma família de sapinhos.

Você ergueu as sobrancelhas sem entender, e isso foi o bastante pra ele te entregar o livrinho deixado de canto quando você subiu no colo dele.

— Lê — Jaehyun incentivou, e você sorriu, abriu o livro, as ilustrações bonitinhas de sapinhos tomando conta do seu campo de visão.

— Era uma vez um sapinho que… — Seu doce marido acompanhava sua voz como se você estivesse cantando uma canção de ninar. Vez ou outra você desviava o olhar pra ele, pro seu cabelo bagunçado e pra covinha que insistia em aparecer nos sorrisinhos cheios de segundas intenções. Começou a perder a concentração quando a boca dele encontrou seu pescoço, mordendo de leve a sua pele, fazendo sua respiração sair do eixo facinho.

— Porra, você fica gostosa lendo isso — você sorriu, tentando segurar o livro enquanto tombava a cabeça pro lado e seu corpo esquentava por causa dele. — Continua, vai. Não para.

Você não parou, nem quando ele fez você encostar as costas no chão. Te deitou com cuidado, embora você não fizesse mais nenhuma ideia do que estava lendo, mas lia, o olhar de Jaehyun cheio de medo de te deixar. Seus cabelos estavam espalhados pelo piso, e Jaehyun praticamente debaixo da saia do seu vestido, quando você o impediu, puxando o tecido até a altura do seu umbigo.

— É a lingerie da nossa lua de mel. — Jaehyun quase gemeu, quase chorou ou quase esperneou pra te tocar, mas obedeceu quando você pediu, na voz docinha, por um beijo. Ele selou os próprios lábios nos seus, a mão traiçoeira subindo ainda mais pela sua coxa, os dedos roçando de leve na beirada da renda fina.

— Aqui não… — você sussurrou, sentindo o calor dele colado ao seu corpo. Ele fez beicinho em cima de você, os olhos escuros brilhando. Você sorriu, roçando a boca na dele antes de deixar um selinho breve e provocante. — Me deixa te levar pra casa… aí lá a gente encomenda.

— A gente encomenda? — Jaehyun questionou, a voz rouca, confuso como um garotinho inocente. O sorriso que você deu foi lento, malicioso, seus lábios quase encostando nos dele enquanto murmurava num sussurro baixo, carregado de promessa:

— Os nossos sapinhos… do jeito que você tanto quer.

[suunani]

full of you [ jeong jaehyun ]

you somehow end up cockwarming in your best friend’s lap by the end of the night.

❛ content 2.5k words, 18+ [ MDNI! ], explicit sexual content, bottom! male reader, cockwarming, so much praise, lots of pet names, jaehyun being completely gone for reader, sligh fingering (prep), fluff, lots of kisses.

( part one )

you hadn’t planned on staying the night.

it was just supposed to be dinner. maybe a movie. a casual tuesday night the same way it had always been — except 'casual' hadn’t meant the same thing in weeks. not since that kiss. not since everything shifted without either of you really acknowledging it, like the ground had quietly changed beneath your feet and you both just agreed not to panic about it.

now jaehyun kissed you often.

on your mouth, your cheek, your shoulder when you were brushing your teeth. he didn’t ask anymore. and, honestly, he didn’t need to.

you were already his — and he was yours — in every wordless way that mattered.

so when his fingers had curled around yours after dinner, tugging you gently into his bedroom without saying a word, you didn’t question it. you never could, not when he looked at you like that : soft and full of something you didn’t quite have a name for, but felt deep in your bones.

he sat on the edge of the bed while you stood between his knees, your thighs brushing the outsides of his, his hands exploring in slow, patient movements — under your shirt, across your waist, thumbs skimming the waistband of your sweats like he was drawing a map of you in his mind.

jaehyun didn’t rush. he never rushed. not with you.

you leaned down and kissed him — not deep, not eager, just slow. mouths barely parting. it was the kind of kiss that just felt like breathing, like leaning into warmth. you felt the subtle flex of his fingers on your hips, the way he exhaled softly through his nose when your lips skimmed the corner of his mouth. that made him weak — you could tell, and it made your heart ache with affection.

“can i ask you, hum… something?” he murmured, barely breaking the kiss, his lips brushing yours with each word.

“mmh?” your forehead stayed pressed to his.

his thumbs rubbed slow circles into the bare skin just above your waistband — he was not pushing, not teasing either, just… grounding you.

“i’ve been thinking about something,” he said, eyes flicking up.

you pulled back just a bit, enough to see the shift in his face — open, but careful. that look he gave you when he was being vulnerable. when he wanted something and wasn’t sure how you’d take it. that look alone made your stomach flutter.

“yeah?” you asked gently.

“i kinda wanna try cockwarming.”

you blinked.

your mouth opened slightly, but no sound came out. your throat went tight, and your heart slammed once — hard enough you could feel it in your teeth. his words didn’t even fully register at first, like your brain had hit a glitch trying to process them.

jaehyun smiled softly, thumb still tracing your skin. “you okay, baby?”

“i…” you swallowed, your eyes flicking down to his chest like you couldn’t look at him for a second. “you want me to… sit on it?”

“that’s the general idea,” he said, smiling a little more, voice still so soft. he laughed gently when your face went warm — not teasing, just fond. “but only if you want to.”

you choked a little — or whatever the hell that thing in your throat was — because your whole body had gone tight. not out of fear. just that visceral hit of nerves and want colliding in your chest like a wave.

you tried to speak, failed, cleared your throat, and tried again. “y–yeah. i want to. just… wasn’t expecting that.”

“i know,” he said, and his hands moved slowly up your sides, like he was reading you. “i’ll be really soft with you.” his voice dropped a note, not dirty — not even close — but reverent, like he was giving you a promise.

it went straight through you.

“i just want to feel you,” he said, breath brushing your jaw. “no rush. just… stay inside you.”

you didn’t even realize your fingers had curled into the fabric of his shirt until he tilted his head and pressed a slow kiss to your jaw, like he could taste the way your pulse jumped there.

“okay,” you whispered, breath catching.

“yeah?”

you nodded.

his hand found yours again, his fingers lacing with yours like they always did when he needed you to stay close.

“come here, baby.”

the clothes came off slow — peeled away like they had all the time in the universe. his hands skimmed up your back when he took your shirt off, brushing his fingers down your spine as if he couldn’t bear to lose contact. your pants were pushed past your thighs with quiet exhales and shy glances, every bit of skin uncovered only making the air feel heavier between you.

he laid you back on the bed for a moment, not even to do anything — just to look at you, to lean over and kiss down your chest, his mouth tracing every line of you with quiet awe. he kissed your stomach, the soft part just below your navel, his hand warm against your side while the other held the lube.

then he settled behind you, letting you lean back into him while he slicked his fingers and started prepping you — slow, warm, so careful. every movement was met with a whisper at your ear.

“you’re doing so good,” he murmured, voice low and intimate, lips brushing the side of your face. “opening up so easy for me, honey. like your body already knows what it wants.”

you groaned, head falling back against his shoulder. his fingers moved deeper, coaxing you open, the stretch manageable only because he gave you so much time. his free hand stroked along your waist, grounding you with every soft word and every warm breath.

by the time you were ready, he was sitting back against the headboard again, legs spread just enough, his dick flushed and slick in his hand. you watched him stroke it slow while you moved into his lap, watched the way his breath caught just slightly when you just touched his shoulders for balance.

everything slowed down.

your knees pressed to the mattress on either side of his hips. you hovered just a little, hands on his shoulders, letting him guide you by the waist as you lined yourself up his dick.

the tip nudged against you, and—

the stretch made your breath hitch immediately. your fingers clenched on his shoulders like you needed to anchor yourself really bad, your thighs trembling with the effort to stay in control.

“you okay my love?” he asked, eyes locked on your face. you nodded shakily.

“y–yeah. just… oh my god.”

jaehyun smiled, smoothing one hand slowly up your spine. “take your time, baby. don’t rush. i’ve got you.”

so you did. you took your time — letting yourself sink down inch by inch, breathing hard, feeling your body slowly adjust around him. it was intense — the pressure, the heat, the way he filled you without even moving. his hands never left you, stroking your waist, brushing the backs of your thighs, eyes never leaving your face.

and when you finally settled all the way down, seated flush in his lap, his dick buried deep inside you… everything went still.

your chest was pressed to his. you could feel the way your own heart pounded against his, the subtle shudder in your limbs, your fingers trembling where they clutched his shoulders. he wrapped his arms around you like he was holding something fragile, his face burying into your neck as he let out a low, shaky breath.

“fuck,” he whispered. “you feel… so warm. my pretty baby. so perfect.”

you didn’t move. honestly, you couldn’t. he filled you so completely, so deeply, you could feel the whole shape of him pressing against the most tender parts of you. the weight of him inside was overwhelming — not in a painful way, but in that too-much-and-still-not-enough way that made your head feel like it was floating.

every twitch of him inside you made your body respond — tightening involuntarily, fluttering around him in little pulses. even the smallest shift in your position sent a slow, pulsing wave up your spine, making your chest rise sharply against his.

and yet… the stillness was a high all its own. the way nothing moved. the way your body and his body simply existed together, locked in this quiet, molten closeness.

jaehyun’s mouth moved against your skin — soft kisses along your shoulder, your neck, the edge of your jaw. he didn’t press for more, didn’t chase the rhythm most people would. he kissed you like worship, like gratitude. like touching you like this was more than enough.

“god, you feel so good,” he breathed at your ear, his voice cracking faintly at the edges. “so fucking warm… so tight around me, baby. i could stay like this forever.”

your whole body flushed at the confession. you clenched down on him — just slightly, unintentionally — and the way he groaned in response made your eyes flutter shut. his forehead dropped to your collarbone, breath stuttering against your skin.

“shit…” he murmured. “you can’t do that, baby. i’m trying to behave.”

you laughed — breathless, warm — and your hands came up to cup his face. his skin was hot under your palms. your thumbs brushed over the apple of his cheeks, which were flushed high with pink. his lips were swollen from kissing, eyes half-lidded and glassy.

he looked… completely gone.

like he was drunk on you.

“you’re really not gonna move?” you asked, voice barely steady, teasing him enough to make him smile again.

“not unless you do first.”

his hands slid over your thighs — warm, gentle, almost reverent — before settling again at your lower back. the pressure was soft but firm, grounding. his touch felt like a tether, like it was holding you right there, keeping you full and safe and still.

you rested your forehead to his and just breathed.

and with every second you stayed like that, your nerves slowly began to quiet — like the rest of the world was fading out. all that was left was the fullness, the heat of him inside you, the solid weight of his body beneath your hands. every throb of his dick, every tiny twitch, sent ripples of sensation through you. your muscles clenched without thought, your body pulsing around him in soft, slow waves.

jaehyun leaned in and kissed you again — soft, unrushed. his lips moved against yours like the world was paused just for you two. then he pulled back just far enough to see your face again.

“you’re so beautiful,” he whispered. “you know that?”

your throat tightened at the sound of his voice — like it cracked open something inside you that you weren’t ready for.

“jaehyun…”

“you are,” he insisted, brushing his thumb over your cheek. “the way you look at me… the way you feel around me. my pretty boy, you’re all i’ve ever wanted.”

the ache in your chest bloomed at those words, too full to hold. you kissed him before he could say more — a deeper kiss this time, one that felt desperate not from lust but from emotion. from the sheer weight of everything he was giving you just by being here like this.

minutes passed in a haze of soft touches and slower breaths. neither of you spoke. you didn’t need to.

you let your bodies say everything else — in the warmth of your mouths, in the quiet slide of your fingers up his arms, in the way your bodies fit together without friction, without force.

eventually, you shifted in his lap — just the barest rock of your hips. not a thrust, not even a grind, just enough to feel him move inside you. and jaehyun moaned — loud and raw, like he hadn’t expected it.

“oh my god…”

you froze — startled — and then let out a soft laugh against his mouth.

“sensitive?” you teased, your voice breathy with affection.

he glared up at you with playful exasperation, his hands tightening on your waist like he was restraining himself from snapping his hips up.

“baby, i’m trying to last, and you’re out here trying to kill me,” he muttered.

you laughed again — full and quiet — and then gasped as you moved just a little more, the slow drag of him inside you setting every nerve on fire.

jaehyun kissed you again — harder now, but not fast. his hands came up to cup your face like he couldn’t stop touching you, his lips sliding against yours, his tongue brushing soft and slow. you felt his hips twitch under you — once, restrained — like his body couldn’t help but react even when he was trying so hard not to.

“stay like that,” he whispered, breath trembling. “don’t move. just let me feel you, baby.”

you rested your head on his shoulder, breathing hard. your dick was fully hard now, pinned between your stomachs, leaking steadily onto his skin. the way your bodies were pressed together made the sensation almost unbearable.

“can i come like this?” you asked, voice soft, uncertain.

jaehyun moaned at the question, a loud moan, like just the thought undid him.

“yeah, baby,” he breathed, and one of his hands slid down between your bodies, wrapping carefully around your dick. “come just from sitting on me. let me feel it, yeah? let me have it.”

his hand moved slowly — steady, perfect strokes in sync with the pulse of his dick inside you. you were so full, so open, it was almost too much — but not in a way that made you want it to stop. in a way that made you want to live there, in that moment, forever.

you were shaking when it hit — a soft, beautiful, startled gasp leaving your mouth as you came, your body clenching around him so tightly that his breath caught hard in his chest.

“fuck— you’re so perfect,” jaehyun groaned, voice breaking. “so fucking perfect.”

you spilled between you, the heat of it spreading across both your bellies, and he held you through it — one hand stroking your back, the other cradling your jaw, pressing tender kisses to your temple, your cheek, like you’d just given him something really sacred.

after a beat, when your heart had slowed and your breath had steadied, you felt his hips shift, just once.

a shallow grind. a soft moan that sounded like a plea.

“baby,” he whispered, voice cracked and wrecked. “i need…”

you nodded, not even waiting for him to finish.

“okay,” you breathed, still trembling.

jaehyun thrust once — slow and so deep — and you felt his whole body shudder beneath you. he came with a gasp against your neck, arms wrapping tight around your waist, pulling you flush against him like he needed to feel every inch of you when he let go.

the warmth of him filled you, spilling deep, your body still fluttering around him with every soft aftershock.

you stayed like that — his dick still inside you, your chest pressed to his, his breath against your throat — for what could’ve been hours. long enough for his pulse to slow. long enough for your fingers to loosen from his shoulders. long enough for the world to feel quiet again.

neither of you spoke.

there was nothing to say, really. not when everything had already been said — in every whisper, every still breath, every soft praise pressed between kisses.

because this wasn’t about trying something new.

it was about knowing each other — and wanting to be known that way.

[sweetiechenle]

hiiii! can I request a where reader sleeps over at mark but he wakes with a morning wood for the first time and there both shy and embarrassed cs they’ve never really been intimate like that. js something cute it can lead to smut if you want :))

pairing: mark x afab!reader

w.c: 1.8k

warnings: mdni 18+, established relationship, spending the night for the first time, mark is so sweet oh my god i will cry, reader is shy but bold, pet names, soft mark, he is so in love, mentions of spiderman because well yeah its mark, blowjob, oral (m receiving), vocal mark, implied smut for the future idk, thank you for requesting!! requests are always open ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

you steadily awoke, blinking your eyes open rapidly, trying to adjust to the sunlight filtering through the window. hot breath graced your hair, tickling your ear, making you squirm slightly in your boyfriends hold. last night, mark convinced you to stay the night, going as far as to admit that the second spiderman movie was superior to the third one (tom hollands spiderman, of course). you never stayed the night at his apartment, the opportunity never arising but the clouds had been crying all day, rain pelting anything in sight. mark refused to let you go home in these conditions, so when you asked him for a ride home instead of walking to the subway station, he suggested you just stay the night.

after bickering back and forth of 'i don't want to intrude' and 'i want you to's', you agreed after mark got onto his knees stating 'what if i said that far from home is the best spiderman movie?' he was giving you a pout with pleading eyes that shone under the light. they were wide and sparkling, it was almost comical but cute and convincing.

'even better than no way home?' you quirked your brow in amusement at the situation unfolding before you. mark was so dramatic and undeniably funny, one of the many reasons why you love him.

he dropped his head in defeat, sighing, 'yes... even better than no way home' voicing his downfall.

after dinner, you both watched a movie tangled together on the couch, eyes growing heavy from the antics of the day. mark turned the tv off and suggested you both head to bed, you promptly asked for a pillow and blanket, staying seated on the couch as he stood up. tilting his head to the side he laughed, 'what?'

your cheeks grew hot in embarrassment, did you say something wrong? 'i thought we were going to bed... i didn't bring a pillow and blanket with me...' staring down at your hands in your lap, you picked at your hangnails.

'baby, you are not sleeping on the couch' mark chuckled, insane that you even insinuated the idea of it. he lightly grabbed your hand, guiding you to stand up with him, 'if you don't feel comfortable sharing a bed, i will sleep on the couch, there's no way you are' he stated, still holding onto your hand.

you nodded, 'i didn't know, we can share a bed' you'd been in his bedroom countless times, he would be working on his laptop while you'd laid on his bed scrolling through your phone, or he would play you a song on his guitar sitting on his bed, back against the headboard as you listened while in his desk chair. so, this should be no different.

he offered you some old clothes, pajama pants that fit you around the waist ever so slightly, but the hems going over your feet. a shirt that was five years old and dared to expose your shoulder from how big it was. it was perfect. cozy, soft, and smelled like mark.

he brought you to his bathroom, he insisted on washing your face and applied way too much moisturizer to your skin, which prompted him to take some off your face and put it on his. it seemed like he had everything you needed, an extra toothbrush, phone charger, and slippers.

once you were finished, he brought you to his bed and opened the sheets for you, gesturing for you to climb in first, getting the spot next to the wall while he took the one closest to the door. he clicked the lamp off, and mark shimmied closer to you, slowly wrapping his arms around you asking 'is this okay?'

you glanced up at him, features more defined under the moon shining through the curtains, 'yes, of course' he smiled, nuzzling his nose into your hair, taking in the scent with a deep breath.

'good night baby,' he kissed your head, 'i love you' you melted once the words hit your ears, it wasn't said often but special every time it was fabricated into the real world.

'i love you too' you whispered, moving closer to him as much as you could, closing your eyes as marks scent filled your senses, his warm body radiating the perfect amount of heat to yours, soft sheets that hugged you almost as well as he was. it was hard not to quickly drift off to dreamland.

which brought you to the morning after, mark still having an iron grip tight hold on you and lightly snoring in your ears as you tried to count his breathing. that was until something else caught your attention, mark brought you in closer, shoving his nose into your neck, pulling your body flush with his. you could feel something hard on the back of your thigh and if your suspicions were right then this could get interesting. you and mark had not been that sexually involved... yet. stating he had wanted to take his time with you, that he would be ready whenever you were. never going further than making out and scandalous touches over each others bodies. you didn't mind and it seemed like he didn't either as he never pressured you into doing anything more, but you had been ready for a while, the conversation just never coming up. it seemed like sex wasn't that important to either of you.

you stirred as his nose tickled your neck, causing him to wake up, long eyelashes batting as he tried to fight the sleepiness away. 'mornin' baby' he yawned, voice low and groggy. you smiled up at him, stealing glances at his face under the warm glow of the sun peeking in through the curtains.

'mmm' you giggled, 'don't yawn, you're gonna make me yawn' of course watching him do just that triggered a yawn out of you which made him laugh, grabbing you tighter and shaking you in rhythm with the sound. and now being so close made you feel his morning wood again, which made you freeze in his hold

he noticed the way you seemed to tighten your muscles and go stiff, 'what's wrong baby?'

you blushed, should it be brought up? did you want to embarrass your boyfriend like that? it was kind of hard to ignore it... 'oh, um, it seems like you have a problem' you slurred out the last words, hoping he would pick up whatever you were putting down.

dropping the ball completely your words were lost on him, 'oh?' you shifted your leg, making his move in response, eyes wide in shock 'oh' he finally picked it up.

his ears were already hot in embarrassment, your chest caved in its secondhandness, and you now feel bad that you brought it up. 'i-im so so-' he started, moving away from you, face now wearing a pink hue.

you grabbed his wrist, bringing him back closer to you, 'i-i could help you...' whispering, 'if you want' heart beating so fast from the suggestion, half excited, half anxious.

'oh, you really don't have to' his smile faltered, 'i can take care of it in the bathroom or something.'

your occasional innocent facade cracking, 'i want to, please' giving him the best pouty face you could muster.

he sighed and moved towards his pillow, back now slouched against the headboard, his eyes darkening with lust, 'only if you want to babe, i can't refuse you'

you smiled at the green light, climbing on top of him, grasping both shoulders in your hands, you leaned in. he tilted his head to the side, allowing easy access for your lips. he still tasted like the toothpaste you had used last night, exploring his mouth with such delicacy, taking your time with him. lightly grinding your hips down onto his groin made him moan into your mouth. a string of curse words leaving his lips in a raspy tone, still trying to overcome sleep.

making sure to kiss the moles that adorned his face, you then moved onto his neck, sucking light bruises into the sensitive skin. mark let out wanton moans, always vocal in the best ways, a sound you could listen to for the rest of your life.

you continued to move backwards until your reached his crotch. the bugle defined in his pajama pants making your mouth water, you always imagined what it would look like, your boyfriend was too handsome and sexy for you not to sometimes picture moments like this before bed or in the shower.

you reached for the waistband of his pants and underwear, pulling them both down together, sitting them near his thigh. his cock sprung free from its confines, lightly slapping against his toned stomach. 'so pretty' you said more to yourself than to him. you grabbed it and pumped his member up and down, mark sucked in a breath, eyes shut due to the bliss.

you brought your head down, mouth closer to the red, bulbous tip. you gently licked a strip up the shaft, testing the waters before diving in head first. literally.

mark groaned again, bringing his hand to your head, tangling his fingers into your hair, grasping lightly. you went ahead and took him into your mouth, easing his member in inch by inch. he didn't push you but guided you through it. 'fuck baby, that feels s-so good' he gasps, chest moving up and down rapidly.

once your nose touched his pubic bone you started moving, bobbing your head up and down sensually before your movements grew faster. mark jerked his hips into your mouth, making you choke a bit, 'i-i fuck i'm sorry' he blabbered, gripping your hair tighter. you moaned around him, making his body vibrate in response.

the wet sounds and marks panting filled up the room, breaking through the silence of the morning. it was absolute debauchery. you could tell he was close, fingers holding your hair like a vice, the other hand grasping the sheets, eyes staring at you through thick eyelashes as he watched you suck his dick.

you sucked in harder, cheeks caving in as drool pools into your mouth and around marks thick cock. 'o-oh my god, baby, just like that' the praise making you go faster, wanting him to reach his high soon due to the ache in your jaw and between your thighs.

you brought your hand up to grasp whatever you didn't put into your mouth, moving hit in tandem with your mouth, mark cried above you, whimpering that he was coming to come soon. you moaned again not stopping, the quiver leaving him to groan vehemently.

hot liquid filled your mouth as you tried to swallow all of his come. some of it dribbling off of your chin and onto marks thighs, he panted above you, as you pulled off of him and wiped your mouth. moving back down to pepper kisses over his thighs, lightly sucking to make your mark on him.

lust overtaking him completely, forcing you up back to meet his eyes, 'my turn' he growled out.

[viasdreams]

🎀𓂃 ࣪˖

nct 127 boyfriend texts !!

a/n: happy belated 127 day!! dont look at the header for too long plz😬

[minkieater]

who in nct 127 fucks ⛓️ & who makes lurrrrv… 💕

A 127 ASK AHHHH JUMPING AROUND MY ROOM DOING CARTWHEELS SCRRAMING CRYING TNTOWING UP i know u said detailed but this what my brain give u

FUCKS: freak bitches

1. johnny

u cannot tell me this man don’t Fuck. maybe u might have sweet nice time sex on like anniversaries or if u had a bad day and need him to be mister nice man but on the regular he’s Fucking. he’s straight dogging your shit. he’s bending you over the kitchen counter and fucking you within an inch of your life, folding you into a pretzel in the backseat of his car until you’re damn near concussed from your head hitting the car door, he’s breaking your bed frame like the sex scene in twilight. sex with johnny is never calm and casual it’s always gonna have you wondering whether or not you’re making it out in one piece (one piece mention) i need to fuck him like i need to breathe air

2. yuta

this freak bitch OH MY GOD he’s the type to have chains and rope and handcuffs in a box under his bed always ready to whip it out. dildos and vibrators in the bedside drawer type shit. blindfold and nipple clamps on hand SUE ME he’s the type to call sessions ‘scenes’ and thats honestly exactly what they are. he’s the sex is art type, always pressing on boundaries, seeing how far he can go until you’re safe wording, just to see where the hard line stop is, until you cant take it anymore. he expects you to do the same to him too, and you DO until he’s a crying whimpering mess, and he still doesn’t want you to stop until HE cant take it, playing with him through a chastity belt or edging him with a cockring on YEAH! i said what i said hes so hot

3. haechan

hyuck a diff kind of freak he’s the type to pee on u. bro is cumming on your stomach and licking it up, spitting it on your mouth, the type to have you sitting on his face or laying you out spread eagle, fingering you until you’re squirting, licking every OUNCE of it up. he’s nasty, his mouth is filthy, he’s whispering the most vile shit in your ear, shit that should NOT make you as horny as it does. he’s the type to fuck you in public, make you walk around with cum sliding down your thighs, laughing at you when its so clearly visible to anyone who decides to look down. im actually fucking feral writing this i need him so badly

MAKES LOVE: sweet angels

1. doyoung

if you try to pull any kind of freak shit w doyoung i think you’d scare him off or flat out give him the ick. he’s the sweet type, kissing you while he fucks you, fingers locked, praising you for how pretty you look, how good you feel, sex is meaningful to him and if you treat it like anything other than that he’s not gonna feel good about it. quickies will not be a thing unless either of you is truly desperate, even then he tries his best to make it special, taking you in a dressing room while whimpering in your ear, tears lining his eyes because he doesn’t want you to feel like he’s using you awwwwwww he’s so cute

2. markie

Grade A Whiner, mark might fuck but it’s in a pathetic way, in a submissive way, in a i cant stop because you feel so fucking good kind of way. he’s bringing you flowers to each date, a handwritten card hidden between petals, poems he’s written himself, song lyrics too special to be publicized. then he’s taking his sweet time after each date, kissing every inch of your skin, coaxing you to orgasm through concentration on all of your reactions, the way your breath hitches when he curls his fingers a certain way, how your eyes roll back when his cock hits that spot. not even worried about his own orgasm. could prolly cum untouched just from watching you cum. pathetic but in a hot way. #Needthat

3. jungwoo

THE BABBYYYYYY THE FUCKINF BABY sex with him is honestly probably so fun. all giggly and soft, innocent in a way, never serious or desperate, much like two people in their first relationship having sex for the first time but its like that all the time. it makes it special, light hearted, no pressure at all, just the two of you exploring each other, finding out what feels good, how to make it feel better. I <3 JUNGWOO

SOMEWHERE IN THE MIDDLE: both ways

1. taeyong

taeyong could go either way i think he’s mad versatile. when the situation calls for it i think he can be really really submissive, but i also think u could work him up into a lil fuck machine. bro got stamina and with that navy body LAWDDDD hes fucking you into the mattress and flipping you around like youre a FEATHER. if he’s feeling particularly needy tho i think he’s very pliant for you, super vocal, whiney, telling you how good you make him feel, how much he loves you, how good you are to him, he doesn’t know he got so lucky w someone like you. he’d def call u mommy. he’d also fuck you like he’s turning you into one

2. jaehyun

gonna try not to lose my mind writing this 😁

jaehyun is sooo go with the flow i think he can be super sweet, he’ll go at your pace, would never think of taking things farther than what you set. always asks permission, asks how you’re feeling, if what he’s doing is still okay, super cautious and aware of his partner. he’s a fucking angel. on the other hand if u been together for awhile and u piss that man off he’s destroying your shit genuinely he’s ripping ur panties off ur body and fucking into you no prep. degrading words spat in your ear, a hand wrapped around your throat, using your ponytail to guide you through a bj at HIS pace. gagging you til you’re crying then laughing at you cus its your fault this is happening silly! he’s definitely edging u or fucking u until HE cums, denying you of an orgasm completely. FUCKKKKKKKKKKKK i actually beed him so bad Jaehyun please come home the kids miss you

anyways that’s my take on 127 hope u enjoyed and hopefully i did mark and yuta right 😛

[polarisjisung]

ꨄ ME AND THE KITCHEN WITH DIAMOND RINGS

COOKING KISSING W/ BF!MARK

wc: 0.5k warnings: uhh they makeout ig notes: i can't believe mark released 200 a whole year ago | LIBRARY

Mark can't cook. It's a simple fact that everyone knows.

But Mark isn't stupid. Anyone can follow a few instructions and throw a few things into a pot, stirring every once in a while to make sure things don't stick, and he's no different. He's done it a thousand times before and as long as he doesn't lose focus or slip up, which unfortunately happens a little too often for his liking, it goes pretty well.

So maybe, it's not really that Mark can't cook, more that he shouldn’t.

You can though, and your cooking, if you do say so yourself, isn't too bad, pretty good in fact.

So Haechan, cannot for the life of him understand why, when you and Mark are in the kitchen together, the food always turns out a little caramelised. Burnt, if he wasn't trying to protect your feelings.

He walked into the kitchen last week to the smell of something a little charred, noticing how you and Mark were already sighing and groaning about how difficult it'd be too clean the pot.

“You burned the food again?” he couldn't even act surprised, “What even happens in here when you two cook together.”

He should've figured from the way your cheeks flushed over and the tips of Mark’s ears turned red, but Haechan was too focused on hunting for something to satisfy his hunger from your fridge.

And you couldn't have been more glad that he didn't push any further, because God knows how you'd live it down.

But Mark doesn't seem to care. Not about being caught, and definitely not about the stew bubbling away on the stove on one end of the kitchen, because he had his arms looped around your waist, placing kisses to your cheek even after you'd both agreed to actually cook this time.

“Mark.’ You warned.

Your voice wasn't exactly intimidating or anything, so with a grin, he only continued to place kisses across your face, eventually trailing down your neck, in hopes he would change your mind.

But your grip on the spoon was firm, for all of maybe five minutes.

Soon enough your back was against the counter and your lips were moving against his, a hand pressed against his chest.

“Mark, we should really–”

He cut you off, “Kiss some more?” He smiled, taking in your features for a moment, “Yeah I agree.”

“Mark the food.”

He shrugged, pulling you into for another kiss, “Just one more.”

That was a lie if you'd ever heard one.

Because soon enough, Haechan had come through the kitchen door with two fingers dramatically pinched over his nose. You didn't notice of course.

“Guys I really don't understand how you manage to—.”

You froze, barely processing his words as Mark stumbled back, his hands halfway under your shirt.

“Oh my God.”

All you could do was clear your throat and smooth your hair down, leaving Mark to deal with Haechan, who stood in the doorway, mouth agape.

“I should've known you didn’t burn the food by accident.” He muttered, running a hand through his hair.

“Dude we were um, multitasking?”

Haechan scoffed, “What trying to start a family while making dinner?”

tags: @nebularsung @suzayaaa @nanawrlds @sinisxtea @dearlyminhyung @flaminghotyourmom @jisworlds @jenobubbles @nctdreamchaser @lotties-readings @mystverse @chenlezip @blondemrk @17ericas @ayukas

[orangesaek]

‘clickbait’ | johnny suh

summary: Johnny clicked a suspiciously glittery pink website with terrible font choices and somehow ended up falling in love

pairings: Johnny x afab!reader┊genre: fluff, light comedy ┊wc: 1.4k

Johnny knew better than to click sketchy links.

He really did. He was a smart guy.

But in his defense, all he wanted was to read the latest “Weak Hero” chapter without registering for another site he’d forget the password to.

So when the link said “READ CH. 264 FREE — NO ADS 100% GUARANTEED”, he clicked it with the optimism of a man who’d already lost four phones to dumb decisions.

Pop-up after pop-up appeared. Pixelated spam. Auto-play videos. A random ad about increasing ‘manhood’ (he made a face at that). “HOT singles near you”.

And then he landed on your website.

It was called “Rent-A-Date”—an offensively pink, sparkly site with glitter cursor trails and comic sans titles.

Cute was an understatement.

There were pastel hearts bouncing along the bottom of the screen. He almost clicked out of it, but a link caught his eye.

“What To Expect 💗”

It was a weird curiosity. And against better judgment, he clicked.

Ever wanted companionship without the commitment? Laughter without the emotional aftermath? You’re in the right place!

💖 We offer light-hearted, PG-13 dates with a dash of kindness

🧃 Activities include coffee shop convos, movie marathons, museum walks, or simply sitting in silence judging people’s outfits

🎯 No emotional manipulation, no fake affection. Just a genuinely good time

💸 Discounted price for genuinely funny people (yes, I judge)

🚫 Strictly 18+, no creeps, no refunds. We vibe or we don’t

🌈 All genders & pronouns are welcome

Johnny snorted. Who wrote this? A Hallmark intern hooked up to a Red Bull IV drip?

“Rent-A-Date 💘” blinked at the bottom like it was daring him.

Johnny had half a mind to leave.

But he didn’t.

He scrolled down.

There were pictures of you—candid, natural. None of those overfiltered selfies, just someone with a kind smile and a chill vibe. You were cute, sure, but what really got him was the vibe. Something about you felt… real. Familiar, even.

So he clicked.

He filled out the form with a raised brow.

Nickname: Johnny

Age: 30

Activity: Coffee. Maybe memes? Surprise me.

The form asked nothing else though. No personal questions, no contact info. Just the place and the time.

If he was being honest, he didn’t expect much. This was all just out of curiosity.

Maybe something to laugh about later.

Maybe something for Doyoung to judge him over with that trademark judgy face of his, arms crossed, sighing like Johnny personally offended his entire bloodline.

Johnny could already hear it.

“You clicked on a glittery website with bouncing hearts? Are you okay in the head?”

But screw it. He was curious.

He picked the discounted funny-person payment method—half upfront, half after. He was funny. He knew he was. If you didn’t laugh, he’d just pay full. He was fine with that.

Then he clicked Submit.

—

Johnny showed up early. He always did.

Café corner seat, two chairs, sunlight pouring through dusty windows. He wore a black bomber jacket over a plain black shirt and jeans, clean but casual.

He looked good. He always did.

You were 12 minutes late.

He was pulling out his phone to type a strongly-worded ‘Welp. Scammed.’ tweet when you walked in, slightly breathless.

“You’re late,” he said before you even sat down.

“I know, I—”

“I thought I got scammed,” Johnny cut in, raising a brow.

“Honestly, kind of impressed. It would’ve been my most expensive ‘oops’ yet.”

You laughed softly, brushing hair out of your face.

“Well, surprise. I’m real. And I’m really sorry.”

Johnny squinted.

“… You look better than your photos. That’s suspicious.”

“Oh, so now I’m the scammer for looking better?”

He cracked a smile, and you laughed—and something about the sound made him feel like this wouldn’t be a one-time thing.

You two clicked.

Conversation flowed with surprising ease. You were sharp, witty, and had a quiet sass that Johnny genuinely admired. At one point, he leaned in and said, “So I’m guessing I qualified for the funny discount?”

You sipped your latte, met his eyes, and replied, “You’re funny enough to pay full price but still think you deserve a discount.”

He cackled.

Somewhere in the middle of a joke about how café chairs are modern torture devices, you mentioned your little brother. It was offhand.

“He’s the real golden child,” you said, smiling to yourself. “Sakuya. He’s in college. Smart, responsible, kind, adorable. I started this whole thing to help with his tuition.”

Johnny blinked. “You’re serious?”

“Yeah. Just wanted to take pressure off my parents. He doesn’t know. I don’t think he’d let me if he did.”

Johnny leaned back, eyes softening.

“That’s honestly kind of amazing.”

You shrugged, brushing it off.

“It’s all temporary though. I’ll shut down the site once he’s good.”

You two talked for hours until the café dimmed their lights and Johnny realized five hours had passed. He was mid-laugh, having just finished a dramatic reading of a bad Yelp review.

“I haven’t laughed this much in forever,” he said honestly.

You grinned. “You’re actually funny. Congrats! You earned your discount.”

Johnny laughed. “What if I didn’t?”

“I’d have made you pay double.”

He handed you the rest of the payment, slipping in a generous tip.

You blinked. “This is too much…”

“You said no refunds, not no tips.”

You hesitated. “Okay… tell you what. Keep the other half and use it for the next one.”

He paused, surprised. “You think there’s gonna be a next one?”

You smiled. “If you want.”

He grinned. “I’ll definitely book again. Looking forward to it.”

When he asked to walk you home, you hesitated.

“That’s actually a no-no,” you said, smiling politely.

“It’s one of my rules. I never let clients walk me home.”

“Ah,” he nodded in understanding. “Makes sense.”

But when he looked a little disappointed, genuinely, not manipulatively, you sighed.

“I don’t do this,” you muttered. “But I’ll make an exception. Just this once.”

He beamed. “I promise I’m a respectful exception.”

—

You didn’t think he’d book again. Most people said they would but didn’t.

But he did. Within four days. Paid full price.

When you arrived at the cinema, Johnny greeted you with a warm grin and a little popcorn bucket already in hand.

“You remembered the movie?” you asked, a little surprised.

“Of course,” he shrugged, but a soft smile played on his lips when he saw your eyes light up with excitement.

Afterward, he brought you to karaoke.

You nearly choked when he sang ‘Versace on the Floor’.

“You can sing?!”

“I dabble,” he smirked. “You sound surprised.”

“I am! I thought your ‘funny’ discount was the best thing you had going.”

“Wow. Rude.”

You laughed and bought him ice cream as an apology.

The final stop was a new coffee shop you’d mentioned in passing last time. You froze at the sight of it.

“How did you know?”

“You said it opened this month and had almond Nutella croissant waffles.”

You stared at him, stunned. “That’s really sweet...”

He ordered one of every pastry and made you rank them by crunch. Time flew.

Eventually, you glanced at your watch. “Wait—Johnny. It’s been seven hours.”

He blinked. “What?”

“Our time limit is five hours.”

“Oh god. I’m so sorry! I wasn’t trying to—”

“It’s fine! I didn’t notice either,” you admitted with a small smile. “I was having fun.”

He relaxed. “Should I pay extra? Overtime fees?”

You waved him off with a reassuring smile.

“It’s absolutely alright, don’t worry. I had fun anyway.”

He gave you a sheepish grin.

“Can I pay extra next time for overtime?”

You paused. “Actually… there won’t be a next time.”

He blinked. “Oh?”

“I put the site down this morning. You’re my last booking.”

“Oh.”

You looked down.

“Not sure if you remember, but this was just a temporary thing. I already paid for my brother’s final tuition the other day.”

“For Sakuya.” He suddenly said as he reached into his wallet.

You flushed. “Stop.”

“No, really.”

You held up a hand. “Johnny. I told you, it’s fine—”

“I insist.” He pressed the bills into your hand.

“Use it to buy him something awesome. For being awesome.”

You almost teared up and Johnny noticed.

“Don’t cry,” he whispered. “I didn’t bring tissues.”

“…I’m not crying.”

“You are. Want me to sing again to distract you?”

You laughed, wiping your eyes.

You slowed your steps as your apartment building came into view. Johnny turned toward you.

“I was thinking…” he began. “Next time, maybe we could go out again… but not like this.”

“Not…?”

“Not rented time.” He smiled softly.

“A real one, if you want.”

Your heart skipped.

“Yeah, that’d be lovely.” You said, fighting the huge smile tugging at your lips.

He grinned, then held out his pinky.

“Promise you won’t make me fill out another Google form?”

You laughed, locking pinkies with him.

“I promise.”

accepting requests atm ₍ᐢ._.ᐢ₎♡

[jigeuminunbich]

motive | lee donghyuck (haechan)

synopsis — in which after donghyuck joins jeno on a gym day he finds himself infatuated with his friend’s occasional gym buddy, you.

genre — non-idol!au, fem!reader, comedy, fluff, and strangers to friends to lovers (?)

content — swearing, reader is mentioned to be a gym trainer + nurse tech, also is pretty direct (i won’t her) while hyuck is a loser, a bit more centered on hyuck’s pov than reader’s, jeno is unintentionally playing cupid, hyuck makes one (1) joke about jumping, and featuring jaemin and johnny for like a split second

word count — 4k

playing — motive by ariana grande ft. doja cat

author’s note — ik this is an act of terrorism but: do we all remember hyuck’s gym phase (fact check era)? … yeah. need that. also happy new year omg :D what better way to welcome it than with silly lovestruck hyuck!

i. baby tell me what’s your motive?

“Just five more minutes…”

“Tuh. That’s what you said five minutes ago, c’mon, get up,” Jeno tugs Donghyuck by his ankles, effectively yanking his full-grown roommate from his bed and to land on the ground below him.

“No!” Donghyuck spits, scrambling back to the comfort of his covers before Jeno can stop him.

“You’re the one who asked me to help you get back in the gym, remember?” Jeno sighs exasperatedly, continuing his mission of excavating his stubborn friend from his bed. This time, Donghyuck holds onto his bed’s post to anchor himself.

Donghyuck angles his head to the side as if he’s in thought, “Did I? I don’t seem to recall…”

It was, in fact, his idea. It took a while to break down Jeno’s resolve for the past few weeks and convince him to help him with training with the welcoming of the new year, but it happened. Now, being woken up at dawn just to be surrounded by sweaty bodies was starting to be an idea he regretted having.

Jeno rolls his eyes, “Well I do, now let go.”

“Never!”

“Donghyuck, I’m telling you now if you don’t get up, I will do it myself.”

A habitual snarky snicker ripples through the younger’s chest, “Is that not what you’ve been struggling to do for the past hour?”

Silence hangs in the man’s room as he registers the grave mistake he’s made: making a jab at Jeno. As the seconds tick by like stomach-churning hours, Donghyuck tosses a quick glance backwards to get a grasp of his roommate’s reaction.

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry.” Donghyuck pathetically pleads for his life when he meets Jeno’s.

Jeno nods, quietly rolling his shoulders before his bruising grip returns to pull at Donghyuck’s lower half, “Mhm.”

“Wait, agh!”

“Do we really have to do this?”

Jeno inhaled deeply, he wasn’t sure why he thought his friend’s whining would cease once they stepped foot into his usual gym. He thinks back to the many missed opportunities he had at stop lights where he could’ve pushed Donghyuck out the car, but alas it was now a regret he would just have to live with.

“Listen, you don’t have to whatsoever, but I for one will be gladly working out.”

“I—" Donghyuck prepares himself to shoot back at his roommate but his retort fizzles out on his tongue when he catches you in his peripheral sauntering towards him and Jeno.

“Hi, Jeno!” A delicate voice trills, drawing both men’s attention to you.

Jeno’s eyes crease almost on command, a puppy-like smile stretching across his face. “Hey, I didn’t know you trained on Wednesday’s?”

“I don’t usually but I switched shifts with a coworker.” You shrug with your explanation, quickly adjusting your focus to the rigid man that stood beside Jeno.

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt. I’m ___!” You jut out your glove-clad hand for him to shake.

Donghyuck takes a moment to grasp that you are in fact speaking to him, a winsome smile gracing his features and ridding him of his dazed expression before he meshes his hand with yours to shake. “Hi, Donghyuck, Jeno’s roommate…”

Your grip in the handshake falters to a stop as it dawns on you who exactly has just been introduced to you, “Ah! You’re Donghyuck?”

Said man’s eyebrows jump for a moment, his smirk growing deeper. “So you’ve heard of me?”

“Well, Jeno mentioned in passing that he’d start bringing you around,” you pause as you draw your hand from his grasp to rest both on your hips, giving the comfortably dressed man a quick once over. “And that you might need a little assistance.”

The manner in which you finish your sentence is controlled, expertly hiding your amusement but Jeno does little to shield his humored snickering. Donghyuck’s face falls flat and stoic, immediately shooting Jeno with an intense glare. But it only takes a beat before Donghyuck’s attention returns to you, quickly turning his suave back on.

“Hmm. You’d be the one helping though, right?”

His charm stuns you for a bit, an amused laugh easing from your nostrils, “I would. If I’m available, of course. I tend to train others whenever I’m here,” your thumb gestures backwards towards a middle-aged woman who is stretching across the gym.

Donghyuck peaks around you for a moment, his mouth forming into an ‘o’ shape, “Oh, you’re a trainer?”

“Yep!” you chirp proudly.

“And a nurse.” Jeno chimes, getting an flustered eye roll out of you.

“Nurse tech,” you correct. “I’m in school to be a physical therapist.”

“Wow. And how exactly do you know Jeno here?” Donghyuck furrows his brows, apparently finding it unbelievable that someone like you would be associated with his friend. It’s Jeno’s turn to glare, and you can’t help but giggle at their exchanges.

“Just from around. Embarrassingly he corrected my form when I was working out one day, and we’ve been buddies ever since.” You affirm, gently bumping Jeno’s exposed shoulder with your first.

Wordlessly Jeno nods, supporting your story. Before Donghyuck can probe you any longer, you throw a quick glance over your shoulder.

“Ah, I’ll catch up with you guys later, yeah?” You ask, already walking away from the interaction and back to your client.

“Uh huh.” Donghyuck responds airily, almost as if he’s in a trance. You smile at his antics, delivering a final wave their way before trotting away.

Donghyuck’s eyes linger on you for a moment before dreamily sighing.

“Could you be a little less pathetic?” Jeno grumbles, shaking his head as his friend practically falls over himself over you.

Donghyuck scoffs, completely tuning out Jeno’s insult with his eyes still focused on your figure across the room, “Why the hell didn’t you tell me you knew such pretty people here, Jeno?”

“Because that’s not the point, now is it?" Jeno roughly pats Donghyuck's shoulder, hoping it would deter him from staring holes into your toned back.

Surprisingly it manages to work and Donghyuck peels his gaze from you to focus on his friend who begins stretching his muscular limbs, “Pfft. It is now. What other days is she here?”

Jeno stills for a moment, an exaggerated, scandalized look on his face, “There’s absolutely no way I’m giving you that information.”

Donghyuck pouts, “Will she be here tomorrow?”

“Doesn’t matter. We won’t be.”

“And why not?” The whiny tone in Donghyuck's voice would almost be endearing to Jeno if he hadn't been subjected to it for the past decade and a half. Instead, it makes the grown man sigh deeply before continuing his routine.

“It’ll be a recovery day,” Jeno murmurs dismissively.

This makes Donghyuck ponder for a moment before a wicked expression graces his face, “Hmm. So, if we work out today, we'll have to recover tomorrow?”

“Precisely.”

“So, if we don’t work out today, can we come tomorrow?” Donghyuck quirks a mischievous eyebrow.

Jeno huffs, “Precisely…”

“Cool. I’m going home!”

Before Donghyuck can even make progress toward the gym exit, a strong grip is placed on the neckline of his t-shirt. Comically, the grown man is pulled back into the exact same stop he once stood in by his roommate.

“Never mind.” Donghyuck recedes sadly, setting down his sad excuse for a gym bag on the ground.

ii. might have to curve you if you just can’t talk straight

To say Donghyuck was on a mission would be an understatement. Today was nothing like compared to his first (forced) official gym day. He had woken up with no problems, no Jeno to tug him out of bed. He slipped on his foreign-feeling gym shoes and drove here on his own. Not because he had a sudden desire to fulfill his promise to himself, no. Not because Jeno’s threats finally and genuinely reached his ears, never that. But because of you.

“Oh hey, where’s Jeno?” You come bounding over after several minutes of Donghyuck glancing your way as unsuspectingly as he could muster (spoiler: he did a terrible job).

“Ah, he had a last minute meeting,” Donghyuck waves his hand dismissively in the air. ”I didn’t want to miss out on a chance to get in here,”

You laugh at the way Donghyuck pumps up his obviously flat chest, nodding along despite his antics. “Oh? What are you doing today?”

Donghyuck’s features drop at lightning speed, the cogs turning in his head in real time.

“…uh… I was just gonna… y’know… freestyle a bit. Maybe hit legs—” His slender hands fumble around as he wracks his mind for even a slightly plausible answer to give you.

The giggle you were biting back finally spills past your lips, deciding to end Donghyuck’ suffering, “You have no clue what you’re doing, do you?”

“Absolutely no idea.” He sighs, dropping his head forward shamefully.

You nod, finding the pout on his face incredibly endearing, “Hah. Well, I’m on my own today if you’d like to join me?”

Donghyuck physically perks up at this, his quick change in expression almost sending you spinning. The fondness that graces his pink lips leave a ticklish feeling stirring in the base of your stomach, “I’d like that.”

You smirk, forcing yourself to push away the burdensome sensation. “Cool. Fair warning, I’m not gonna take it easy on you just because you’re a friend of a friend.”

A glint that you can only recognize as mischief twinkles in Donghyuck’s deep brown eyes, almost challenging you, “I wouldn’t want you to, anyway.”

Turns out Donghyuck wasn’t much one for a challenge as you had initially thought.

“Ah, god. Okay, are we done yet?” Donghyuck clumsily tumbles out of seat for the hack squat machine. Not even taking into account the state of the floor that meets him when he braces himself on his hands and knees.

You snort, watching as Donghyuck— now a glistening, drenched mess— crawls around under he lands on his back, nursing his water bottle.

“We’re literally on the second exercise.” You remind slowly.

Donghyuck cranes his neck up from the ground, a horrified look on his face, “What? I feel like I’ve been at this for ages.”

“Do you complain this much with Jeno?” You playfully roll your eyes, tossing him a spare towel from your gym bag.

“Yes.” Donghyuck allows the cloth to cover his face, too drained to even attempt to block it.

“Hm. Tapping out on me already?”

“What? No! I— just give me a minute,” Donghyuck desperately shoots up from his position but clearly moves too fast for the rest of his body to process, having to slump to hoisting himself up by his elbows. You laugh at him, though he was obviously not the gym type you did find him to be incredibly entertaining. He peels an eye open at the sound of your laughter, a handsome smile gracing his face.

Trying to shake the flutter in your stomach from the look in his eyes, you flutter your eyes elsewhere in the gym. Just like his humor, it was undeniable that Donghyuck was attractive.

Donghyuck’s tired smirk deepens the more you avoid his pointed gaze-- almost as if he could sense the line of dialogue in your mind you were actively trying to dismiss, “You good?”

You clear your throat, finally forcing your eyes down to meet Donghyuck’s, “Hm? Are you good is the real question?”

It's Donghyuck's turn to be amused by your behavior, huffing out a breathy laugh before managing to sit up fully, “I’m feeling fine now.”

“Oh?" You quirked an eyebrow, stepping out of the way so he could return to the machine behind you. "Ready for your next set?”

Donghyuck basically shudders at the implication that he would have to put his body through that torture again, grimacing up at you, “On second thought, give me another minute.”

“That’s what I thought.”

“Why does the gym hurt this bad?” Donghyuck groans, his cries muffled into the plush of his friend’s couch.

“I’m still tryna figure out why you just randomly went?” Jaemin voices confusedly from his kitchen.

Jeno snorts, attention half-heartedly with the assignment he’s supposed to be completing alongside Jaemin. A session that Donghyuck commonly crashes to prevent him from being quote on quote left out, “‘Cause he has a crush.”

For the first time since the man had successfully wobbled his weight onto Jaemin’s couch, his head darted up, “Ah, I just don’t have a crush, Jeno. We’re in love.”

“Did she tell you that?” Jeno peels his eyes in his roommate’s direction.

“Right by the weight rack, actually.” Donghyuck falsely recounts, head now propped by one of his recently overworked arms.

“Sure.”

“Who knew all it took to get you in the gym was an infatuation?” Jaemin strolls back into the living room, placing down the ice bag Donghyuck had incessantly requested upon first arriving on the coffee table.

Jeno scoffs, “I think everyone would have assumed that was all it took but whatever— it makes my life easier.”

“So, Romeo,” Jaemin deliberately plops down on the lower half of Donghyuck’s sore body.

“Ack!” Donghyuck yelps, his pain so severe from his friend's weight that a bright white flash blinds him momentarily.

“When are we seeing the love of your life again?”

Now that he thinks about it, Donghyuck doesn’t know the answer to this question himself (maybe if he had paid more attention to the workout split schedule Jeno had forwarded him— damn), throwing a hopeful (pitiful) look toward Jeno. The recipient sighs, lolling his head to the side in annoyance.

“She doesn’t work out on Sunday’s.”

“Monday it is!”

iii. tell me everything that’s on your mind

“Who the hell is that?”

“I would assume a fellow gym goer?” Jeno says slowly, fumbling around in his gym bag and not paying Donghyuck a slither of his attention.

“But he’s muscular!” Despite the desperate projection in his friend’s voice, Jeno continues to expertly tune him out.

“Very likely in a place like this…” he hums.

Donghyuck huffs, urgently extending his arms out towards the scene unfolding ahead of him, “Jeno, he’s stealing my wife!”

Jeno rolls his eyes, choosing to spare Donghyuck with a look over his shoulder, “What are— oh, that’s just Johnny.”

Donghyuck looks around bewildered like he isn’t the sole person in the gym throwing a fit, “Am I supposed to know who that bulky fuck is?”

“Dude, he’s like her gym dad— everyone’s actually, nothing to be concerned about…” Jeno shakes his head, completely unsympathetic to his friend’s breakdown.

Donghyuck desperately whips his attention back to you, you and Johnny.

Who the hell is above 30 and named Johnny these days, anyway?

“Look at how hard she’s laughing, I’m gonna jump.”

Jeno bites back an encouraging remark, instead choosing peace, “Why don’t you just— I dunno— do something about it—“ Jeno pans his head back to Donghyuck, mouth gaping to advise him further. “And you’re gone.”

Determined, Donghyuck struts over to you and your interaction. But the closer he gets, the more he truly realizes just how badly this guy could kick his ass— arguably worse than Jeno (and that was saying something).

“Stop it— hey! Oh, Johnny you have to meet Donghyuck,” you gesture towards the man, ignoring how he hilariously ogles up at Johnny like a house mouse. “He’s a close friend of Jeno’s!”

“Hey, nice to meet you.” Johnny warmly extends his hand to be shook, and Donghyuck obediently places his obviously smaller one in his.

Through a tight-lipped smile, Donghyuck replies,“Same here.”

You’re positive that if Johnny didn’t get the cue to recede from the interaction that Donghyuck would still be standing here slowly, but surely further subjecting the older man to a prolonged handshake.

“Did you need something, ‘Hyuck?” The foreign sound of his familiar nickname from your mouth leaves air caught in his throat.

Donghyuck shakes his head profusely, scratching the back of his nape as a vice in this cramped situation he’s found himself in, “Uh, no, no. Just wanted to say hi.”

“Oh, okay,” your lips press into a thin line, bordering a frown.

Johnny smacks his teeth, marking his departure from the interaction, “Well, I’ll leave you kids to it!”

You perk up to bid your friend farewell, “See you next week?”

“Unfortunately!” Johnny waves backwards at you both, delivering goodbyes to fellow gym-goers until he’s officially left the building.

“Hey, you okay?” You return your attention to stiff man adjacent of you.

Donghyuck clears his throat, nodding as he stuffs his hand into the pockets of his sweats, “I’m good. I should probably be getting back to Jen’… he starts getting a little impatient—“

“Donghyuck.” You call out for him before he can even gather up the motivation to inch away from you.

His head pops up and toward you like a puppy, “Hm?”

The resemblance you spot— down to his wide, wet brown eyes— forces you to swallow down a laugh, “I don’t know if you noticed, but I like consistency.”

“… I’m lost.” Donghyuck bats a few long blinks your way.

You sigh, shifting on your feet to lean towards him, “Meaning, if you’re gonna put the moves on me one day, I’d rather you not leave me hanging the next… that is your intention, right?”

Donghyuck looks between both of your eyes as he processes what you’ve just said, you almost think he’ll explode if he continues to think so hard.

“Oh… oh. I didn’t know if you were— are you into me?” He adorably fumbles around, it makes the Donghyuck you remember from his first day in the gym seem like a far stranger.

“Hm. Guess I haven’t made it all that obvious either.” You swing your foot coyly.

Donghyuck gulps, “Heh, yeah. Sorry, I did not think I would get this far,” the tail-end of his sentence sounds as if he’s speaking more to himself. Obviously your admittance still settling in for him.

You giggle at Donghyuck’s endearing deer-like expression, “So, do you wanna go out sometime? Somewhere that preferably doesn’t reek of sweat?” You propose, ruffling through your gym bag while Donghyuck follows your every movement intently.

“God yes—” Donghyuck practically melts at the invitation, earning an amused giggle from you. He clears his throat, shuffling to cross his arms and hopefully hide his swelling embarrassment. “I mean, yeah, that’d be great.”

“Cool. I’ll be expecting your call.” You hand him a small card with your number on it. Donghyuck accepts the card as if he were to hold it too tightly, it’ll shatter into pieces.

“See you around?” You effectively draw his attention back to you before he can trace his eyes over your contact information once more.

Donghyuck nods before he can control it, “You can count on it.” He affirms.

“Good.” You sling your bag over your shoulder, sashaying past Donghyuck with a coquettish wave. Just like you had grown used to, he tracks your every movement until you’ve finally left the gym, daydreamingly sighing to himself before his sweet reverie is interrupted by Jeno’s disgruntled face entering his line of vision.

“Genuinely how?”

“I could teach you a thing or two if you want, Jeno. Lucky for you we’re close enough so it’d come at a discounted price— ouf!”

Jeno tosses a deft kettlebell into Donghyuck’s hold which leads him to crumble forward like a ragdoll, “Play nice before I sick Johnny on you.”

© jigueminunbich 2025

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Spoil Me Softly

pairings: partner!doyoung x fem!reader

synopsis: Y/N spent the whole night upset, literally avoiding doyoung’s touch. But doyoung couldn’t understand why — everything was fine before they left the party. He had no idea what caused the sudden shift, but one thing was for sure: he wasn’t going to let Y/N stay upset. Doyoung has a foolproof method for making things right — one he’s used before, and let’s just say… it never fails

genre: smut (+18 mdni) , romance, fluff , angst(?), emotional slow burn.

warning: explicit sexual content, oral(f), p in v, vaginal sex, overstimulation, aftercare, soft dom!doyoung, silent treatment, emotional tension, miscomunication, intimacy as conflict resolution, creampie, petnames, cursing.

This was supposed to be a beautiful night.

A reunion, familiar faces, warm music humming through the air, champagne glasses clinking, laughter echoing from every corner. Everyone from university had shown up — older now, dressed a little nicer, maybe more tired, but still carrying the energy of those wild, hopeful years.

Y/n and Doyoung arrived hand in hand. Just like old times.

They were known as the couple back in uni — the soft-hearted ones, the lovers in libraries, the pair always stealing kisses between lectures and holding hands even when no one was watching. They’re story was easy to love. Effortless, romantic, the kind of relationship that made people believe in fate again.

So showing up tonight, with their fingers still laced with his, wearing a dress that he complimented three times before you even left the apartment, felt right. They smiled together, greeted friends, exchanged hugs. For a while, it was everything it was supposed to be.

Until it wasn’t.

At some point, she lost him.

Not physically — he was still in the same room. Just a few feet away, really. But emotionally, in presence, in warmth… he slipped out of her orbit and didn’t even realize he’d left her behind.

It started small. A tap on the shoulder from an old friend. A laugh as he turned to hug someone he hadn’t seen in years. Y/n let go of his hand then, thinking he’d come back. That he’d pull her close again like he always did.

But he didn’t.

Instead, he got swept away. Caught in a current of familiar voices and nostalgia-heavy jokes, bouncing between conversations like a pinball — always in motion, always smiling.

And Y/n… she was still standing where he left her.

Y/n tried to be patient. She sipped her drink slowly, the edge of the glass cold against her lips. She smiled politely at people passing by. She even waved to one of her own friends across the room, though the weight in her chest made it hard to hold the gesture for long.

She wasn’t mad. Not yet.

Of course he missed them. Of course he’d want to catch up. Two or three years is a long time to go without seeing people who once felt like family.

But as the minutes passed — then the hour — and she watched other couples move like magnets, always touching, always anchored to each other — it started to sting.

There was a girl from her year whose boyfriend had his hand on her waist the entire night. Y/n watched him lean down and kiss her temple as she laughed at something, and she couldn’t help but glance across the room to where Doyoung was… not looking at her. Again.

Y/n folded her arms tightly across your chest. Not from cold, but from the ache she couldn’t name out loud.

At one point, he turned, caught your eye. He smiled — that beautiful, gentle smile that made her heart trip over itself — and waved her over.

Y/n didn’t move.

Because she didn’t want to walk into a group where she hadn’t been invited. She didn’t want to stand beside him like a forgotten afterthought, laughing awkwardly at jokes she wasn’t a part of.

She didn’t want to ask for attention that should have been offered freely.

So she stayed where you were. Quiet. Waiting.

He came back eventually, brushing a hand down her arm. “You okay, baby?”

She didn’t answer.

Her lips barely twitched into a polite smile, but her eyes… they didn’t meet his.

Still, he didn’t quite see it. He kissed the side of her head, wrapped an arm loosely around her waist and said, “I’m just gonna check in with Jaehyun real quick, alright?

He didn’t wait for her reply.

And y/n?

She broke just a little.

It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t dramatic. It wasn’t the kind of heartbreak that spilled tears down her cheeks or made her storm out.

It was quiet.

The kind of quiet that presses into her lungs and makes it hard to breathe.

So when he returned again, grinning, soft voice asking, “You sure you’re okay?”,her only answer was to take a small step away from him.

Then another.

She heard his voice behind her, uncertain, gentle. “Baby?”

But she kept walking.

One hour later,

The event had gone on too long.

At first, she’d been okay. She smiled, chatted with old friends, laughed at the nostalgic stories that swirled around the room. It felt good to be surrounded by people she knew so well, to reminisce about the university days, to be in Doyoung’s arms when he made a joke and kissed the top of her head.

But then something changed.

Johnny had stood up to give a short speech, a casual address to wrap things up, and everyone began to shift. People naturally gathered around their partners, slipping into each other’s arms, smiling like they hadn’t been apart for years, while the soft music in the background became a quieter hum.

And she stood there, watching.

Doyoung had made his way toward his friends, arms around each other’s shoulders, laughing with the same warmth he’d always had. He had his friends with their partners right there — and even though they were in pairs, they still shared the same closeness, that bond that had never really changed.

But what about y/n?

She wasn’t a part of that circle. Not in that moment. Not to him.

She waited. She waited for him to look your way, for him to sense that something was wrong, that the way he’d been ignoring her all night was eating away at her.

But he didn’t.

He didn’t look at her. He didn’t call her over.

She saw how all the couple were together, glued with each other, in any moment that the wife in the relationship wanted to go somewhere , wouldn’t the man excuse them mid conversation to follow his wife? I mean, doesn’t that make sense? Surely if the conversation isn’t more important then your partner!

She felt a pang in your chest.

It wasn’t jealousy. It wasn’t anger.

It was loneliness.

Suddenly, she didn’t want to be there anymore. It didn’t matter that she was happy, that his friends were around him. It didn’t matter that she had shared these same moments in the past. What mattered was the quiet distance that had grown between the two of them.

So, without another word, without even looking back, she turned around and walked out of the crowd

It only took about ten seconds.

She was already slipping through the exit, the hum of voices dying behind her, before she heard Doyoung call her name.

“Y/N? Hey, wait—”

His voice was panicked. She could hear it in the way his tone raised an octave, that sudden urgency that made her pause just for a split second. But she didn’t stop. She kept walking, her heels clicking steadily against the floor, trying to ignore the tightness in her throat.

The sound of his footsteps was closer now, catching up. His hand brushed against your arm, gentle at first, then firm as he turned her to face him.

“Y/N… what’s wrong? Are you okay?”

He was breathless, eyes wide, the confusion clouding his face. He looked at her like you were a puzzle he couldn’t quite solve, and for a moment, she could see the edges of guilt creep into his gaze. He hadn’t realized. He didn’t understand what was happening inside her.

“I’m fine,” she whispered, but the words came out clipped, the lie hanging thick in the air. She pulled her arm away from him and took a small step back, keeping her distance. “I just want to go home.”

Doyoung froze for a moment, the hurt flashing across his face before he masked it with that familiar, gentle concern. “You don’t have to go right now. We’re almost done. Johnny’s finishing up—”

She couldn’t take it anymore.

Your breath caught in her chest, and before you even knew what she were doing, she slapped his hand away. Not hard. But enough. Enough for him to feel the sting.

“I don’t care, okay? I said I want to go home,” she repeated, this time your voice firmer, cracking in places.

Doyoung flinched at the sudden shift in your tone. His face softened in confusion, then hurt, then a desperate attempt to understand. He stepped closer, trying to reach for her again, but she took another step back.

“Y/N, please, what’s going on? You’re acting like you don’t want to be with me, and I… I don’t get it. I don’t know what happened.”

His words were gentle, almost pleading, but you couldn’t bring yourself to explain. Not now. Not with the weight of it all pressing down on her.

She shook your head, still looking away. “Just take me home, Doyoung. Please.”

He didn’t say anything for a moment, staring at her like he was trying to decipher the puzzle pieces scattered in her eyes. Finally, he sighed softly, hands falling to his sides in surrender. There was a moment of stillness, the space between them two thick with unspoken words.

“Okay… okay, I’ll take you home,” he murmured, his voice quieter now, just as hurt, but still laced with tenderness.

And so, without another word, he turned toward the door, guiding y/n gently behind him. He didn’t press you any further. Not this time. Not when he could see that whatever had happened tonight, whatever he had missed, was too much for her to explain right now.

They both left the event in silence.

The Car Ride

The ride home was thick with silence. The city lights passed by in a blur outside the window, but all she could focus on was the growing pressure in her chest. Doyoung’s knuckles were white on the steering wheel.

“Baby, what’s up?” he asked softly.

Nothing.

“You can talk to me, you know?”

Still nothing.

“Are you mad at me?”

She stayed quiet, her eyes not leaving the view outside the window. But she could feel his gaze lingering on her, like he was trying to read her, to unravel the puzzle of why she’d pulled away.

The silence was louder than her voice ever could be.

He suddenly pulled the car over, the tires crunching lightly against the curb.

She looked away.

Doyoung faced you now, eyes filled with worry, frustration, and a little bit of hurt. “Y/N… talk to me. Please.”

She looked away, again.

Finally, after a moment of silence, Doyoung sighed, the sound heavy in the air. “Fine,” he murmured, his voice no longer teasing, but soft, vulnerable. “If you want to keep pretending like everything’s fine, I’ll just sit here and drive you home, Y/N. But I want you to know… I’m still here. I always will be, no matter how stubborn you get.

He let the words hang in the air, the weight of them lingering between you two, and for a moment, you could almost feel the tension in his shoulders.

She didn’t answer right away, but you could hear the sincerity in his voice, the way he wasn’t pressing her but still trying, in his own way, to get through to her. And as much as she wanted to stay angry, as much as she wanted to keep building that wall, she couldn’t help the small shift in her chest.

Doyoung was right.

She were upset, yes. She were hurt, yes. But he was still her Doyoung. The one who knew her better than anyone else.

The silence stretched on, but now it wasn’t as suffocating. His words had pierced through the wall she’d built, and maybe it wasn’t going to be fixed immediately, but there was a crack. Just enough for something to slip through.

But she still couldn’t look at him. Right now.

“Seriously? Baby, you’ve been avoiding me all night, and now we’re just gonna pretend like everything’s fine?”

Y/n’s voice cracked as she finally spoke, barely above a mumble. “L-Look, I just… felt so stupid, standing there by myself all night. Watching other couples stick together while you just… disappeared over and over.”

His brows pulled together. “Y/N… I haven’t seen some of them since years. They’re my friends too. You shouldn’t be upset about that.”

Her stomach dropped.

And just like that, she felt completely misunderstood.

She turned away.

“I’m sorry, okay?” he said softly, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “I didn’t mean to make you feel that way.”

Y/n nodded slightly. But her silence returned, cold and cutting

At home

They got home and the room was thick with the tension of unspoken words and simmering frustration. Y/N sat at the edge of the bed, she her beautiful wardrobe on (that doyoung loved), scrolling through her phone like she wasn’t fuming beneath the surface. Doyoung watched her for a moment from across the room, his own towel low on his hips, hair still damp, jaw tight.

He’d spent the whole evening trying — soft questions, gentle tones — and all he got was cold silence. It wasn’t like her, not like this. She was never one to ice him out like this without a reason, and now that he knew why, it made him even more frustrated — not because she was wrong, but because she didn’t say anything when it mattered.

“I’m done playing games, baby,” he said quietly, walking over.

Y/N didn’t even glance up. Scroll. Tap. Silence.

Doyoung dropped to his knees in front of her, eyes dark, intense. His large hands gripped her thighs, spreading them apart before she could blink. Her breath caught — phone slipping from her hand onto the mattress — and she finally looked at him.

“Since you wanna act like a brat the whole night…” His voice was low, sultry, dangerous. “…Guess I’ll have to take that attitude out of you.”

Before she could respond, he dragged her wardrobe open and leaned in, his warm breath brushing against her already sensitive skin. He didn’t give her time to think — his tongue was on her, slow and deliberate, licking a long stripe up her center that made her thighs instinctively clamp around his head.

But he was strong — too strong — and he held them open with ease, humming lowly as if enjoying how mad she was.

“You ignored me the whole night,” he mumbled into her, lips brushing against her soaked folds. “Didn’t say a word, not even in the car. Is this what you wanted, baby?” Another flick of his tongue, this time circling her clit just enough to make her hips jerk.

She whimpered, finally. It broke out of her lips like a breath she was holding in all day.

“Why were you upset, hmm?” he asked, teasing, as his mouth returned to its sinful rhythm — slow, deep licks that had her shaking.

She couldn’t speak. Her fingers gripped the sheets, eyes fluttering closed as he kept going. Moans slipped out, soft and involuntary.

“Was it ‘cause I wasn’t glued to you like those other couples?” He kissed her inner thigh now, gently. “Baby… you’re mine. I don’t need to stick to your side to prove it. I thought you knew that.”

His tongue returned to her clit, and this time it was relentless. She gasped, back arching as her vision blurred. Stars. She was seeing stars.

“D-Doyoung, fuck..wait-” she choked out, finally. Her voice was hoarse with pleasure, broken with emotion.

He didn’t stop. “That’s it, baby. Let it out,” he murmured. “Let go of that attitude. Let me hear you.”

And she did. Loudly.

Y/N was already shaking.

Chest rising and falling in uneven little breaths, thighs trembling against Doyoung’s shoulders. Her release had just barely faded — the kind of orgasm that left her head fuzzy and her body too sensitive to think straight — but Doyoung wasn’t done.

Not even close.

He stayed between her legs like he belonged there. And to be fair, he did.

“Doyoung—” she whimpered, voice high and breathy, her fingers buried in his hair now, gripping like it was the only thing anchoring her to the planet.

“Hmm?” His voice was muffled as he pressed another open-mouthed kiss to her still-pulsing clit. “You sound so pretty, baby.”

“I… I can’t— it’s too much,” she whispered, trying to pull away weakly. But her body betrayed her, hips twitching forward with every slow, teasing lick of his tongue.

“Too much?” he echoed, tilting his head slightly, eyes meeting hers from between her thighs — all heat and devotion and soft control. “But you’re still holding onto me, bunny.”

And she was.

White-knuckled, fingers tangled in his hair, nails gently scraping his scalp like she couldn’t decide if she wanted to push him away or pull him deeper.

He smirked — just a little — and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to her core. “You’re so sensitive… but so greedy, huh?”

“Doyoung, wait—” she gasped again, her voice catching as his tongue started moving slowly once more, dragging across her folds like he had all the time in the world. Like he wanted to taste every second of her unraveling.

Her body jerked and arched as the feeling built again, but this time it was different — hazy, hot, almost too much.

It felt like heaven.

Her thighs tried to close around his head, but he gently pushed them apart, never rough, always just firm enough. “No hiding from me now. You can take it, baby. You want to take it, don’t you?”

She couldn’t answer. Her words dissolved into broken moans, small gasps of his name. She felt like she was floating — like her whole body was buzzing, toes curling, stomach clenching as another wave began to crash down too soon, too fast.

He flattened his tongue, pressing it right where she needed, and murmured against her:

“Come for me again, baby. Just one more. You can do it. Be good for me.”

And with a desperate cry, she did — gripping his soft hair tighter, back arching off the bed, thighs squeezing around him as she shattered for the second time, even harder than before.

He didn’t stop kissing her through it, letting her ride it out, holding her thighs gently like she was fragile now, like she might break apart completely if he wasn’t careful.

When she finally went limp, he looked up at her, face shining with devotion, lips red and wet and so smug.

“You okay, bunny?” he asked softly, crawling up the bed to hover over her.

She nodded slowly, still breathless, eyes glassy, voice small

After her second orgasm Y/N was still catching her breath, body flushed and glowing, skin dewy with the heat of everything he’d just done to her.

Her legs trembled against the mattress, chest rising and falling with delicate shudders. Doyoung hovered above her now, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes full of something deeper than lust — like reverence. Like love.

“You okay?” he whispered, brushing a strand of hair from her forehead.

She nodded, cheeks burning. “I… yeah. I’m just—”

She couldn’t even finish the sentence. Her body felt like water. Like candle wax, melted and soft.

“Sensitive?” he finished for her, kissing her forehead gently.

She gave the smallest nod, and he smiled — that warm, adoring kind of smile that said he’d never loved anyone more than her in this exact moment.

“Then I’ll be soft,” he whispered, like a promise.

And when he kissed her lips — it wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t hungry. It was deep. Slow, with lips sliding perfectly over hers, like he wanted to taste her sighs, like he was memorizing the shape of her mouth all over again. His tongue brushed hers just once, slow and sensual, making her whimper quietly.

Every part of her responded, sensitive and twitching beneath his touch as he pressed his hips closer, hand sliding down to line himself up against her, but not pushing in just yet. His tip brushed over her folds, slick and swollen from how thoroughly he’d ruined her, and she gasped softly, tightening her grip around his arms.

“I’ll go slow,” he said again, his nose brushing against hers.

And then—he slid into her.

All the way.

One long, deep, achingly slow stroke that had her entire body arching up into his. She clung to him, arms wrapping around his shoulders, thighs trembling as she gasped into his mouth.

“Doyoung,” she whimpered, overwhelmed. It felt like too much and not enough at the same time. Like her body didn’t know how to handle being filled after how sensitive she still was.

“I’ve got you,” he whispered, kissing her lips again, holding her face gently between his hands like she might break. “You feel so good, baby… so warm, so perfect around me.”

She whimpered again, eyes fluttering closed as he slowly rocked into her, letting her feel every inch of him with every deep thrust.

“Just let me take care of you, yeah?” he murmured against her lips, pressing kisses to her cheeks, her chin, the corner of her mouth. “You’re mine. My baby. My everything.”

Her hands fisted in his hair again, tugging him closer, her legs wrapping around his waist now, as if trying to pull him deeper — even through the overstimulation.

“I-I, f-fuck, I love you,” she gasped, voice cracking with the emotion of it.

Doyoung kissed her harder this time, a soft moan caught in his throat. “I love you more.”

And then he started moving a little deeper, a little steadier — not fast, but just enough to make her feel every stroke. His pelvis met hers with slow, tender rhythm, the wet sound of their bodies meeting filling the room with something intimate, something sacred.

She whined his name again and again, hips rolling up to meet him, even when it was too much — especially when it was too much.

And every time her breath hitched, he kissed her.

Every twitch, every moan, every tear that pricked at the corners of her eyes — he met it all with love.

“You’re doing so good for me,” he whispered against her lips. “So beautiful like this… look at you. Taking me so well.”

Her release snuck up on her this time — soft and overwhelming, like a wave crashing in slow motion. Her nails dug into his back, her whole body shaking as she gasped into his mouth, lips parted, eyes fluttering shut.

He felt it — the way her walls clenched tight around him, how she cried out his name like it was the only word she knew.

Doyoung came with her, hips stilling, head tucked into her neck as he groaned low and quiet, holding her close as he emptied himself inside her.

And then — silence.

Just their breathing. The thud of his heart against her chest. The warmth of his body, still buried inside her, unmoving.

He pressed one kiss to her forehead.

“You’re everything to me,” he whispered.

She was limp in his arms, eyes glazed with that post-orgasm daze, skin flushed and glowing as her fingers absentmindedly traced patterns along his shoulder.

But Doyoung? He was watching her like a man who wasn’t finished.

Not even close.

Still inside her, still thick and warm and twitching with the aftershock of his own release — and yet, the way she clenched around him when she shifted just slightly, the breathy little whimper that left her lips when his hips rolled instinctively against hers — yeah.

She wasn’t done either.

“Still so tight around me,” he murmured, nuzzling into her neck, voice low and rasped from how hard he’d groaned her name. “You’re not gonna let me go, huh?”

Her response was a soft moan, thighs twitching weakly against his sides.

“Doyoung…”

That voice — whiny and breathless and wrecked — made something dark flicker in his eyes. His hand slid up between them, fingers brushing over her already swollen clit, and she gasped, arching slightly.

“So sensitive,” he whispered, kissing her jaw. “But you’re still dripping, baby. Still greedy for me.”

Her body tensed and pulsed around him at that, and his smirk deepened.

“You want more?”

She nodded slowly, too dazed to pretend otherwise.

He thrust into her once — slow, deep — and the sound she made was something between a gasp and a cry. Her nails sank into his skin again, trying to ground herself, but it was useless. She was gone.

And he loved it.

“Use your words,” he murmured, teasing her the way he always did when she got like this. “Or do I have to fuck the attitude out of you again?”

“I-I want it,” she choked out. “I— please—”

“That’s my good girl.”

Then he pulled out — not all the way, just enough to make her feel the slow drag of him leaving her — and slammed back in, hard enough that the bed creaked and she sobbed into his shoulder.

This wasn’t soft anymore.

This was him fucking her through the overstimulation, holding her legs open, his hand at her throat (just resting, just enough to remind her who she belonged to), whispering the filthiest things in the sweetest tone.

“Still feel ignored, baby?” he breathed against her lips, fucking into her slow and hard now, making her feel it.

She couldn’t even answer. Her mouth fell open, eyes rolling back, and he laughed softly — loving it.

“You’re too cockdrunk to talk now, huh?” he teased. “My perfect little mess.”

He kissed her again — deep, possessive — and when she whimpered, he swallowed the sound like it fueled him.

“You’re mine,” he whispered against her tongue. “Say it.”

“Yours,” she gasped. “Yours, yours—”

“That’s right. All mine. This perfect little pussy—” he rolled his hips into her again, dragging another filthy moan from her mouth— “made for me.”

Her fourth orgasm hit harder than either of them expected.

She clenched around him so tight he nearly lost control, her cries muffled by his mouth as he kissed her through it, never letting her fall. Her body shook like she couldn’t even process the pleasure anymore, like she was in another world.

Doyoung came right after, voice ragged, muttering her name like a prayer as he spilled inside her again, panting against her mouth as his thrusts finally slowed.

And then — quiet.

Just the sound of their hearts racing, skin slick with sweat, breaths mingling in the space between them.

He didn’t pull out. He just held her, arms wrapping around her protectively, kissing her cheeks, her eyelids, her lips over and over.

“You good, baby?” he asked softly.

She gave a tiny, weak nod. “I can’t feel my legs.”

He smiled, pressing his forehead against hers. “That’s fair.”

And then — a final kiss. Tender, warm, reverent.

“I love you,” he whispered.

“Even when I’m bratty?”

He laughed into her neck. “Especially when you’re bratty.

Y/N could barely keep her eyes open.

Her body was warm and heavy, her limbs loose and trembling, chest rising and falling in slow, deep breaths as she lay on the bed, completely bare and utterly wrecked. Her skin still glowed with the aftermath of everything Doyoung had given her — pleasure layered on top of pleasure, like her body didn’t even know how to return to Earth.

But Doyoung — he was already moving.

He didn’t say a word at first, just pressed a tender kiss to her forehead before slipping off the bed, walking softly to the bathroom. She barely had time to register the sound of water running before he was back, warm, damp towel in hand.

“Don’t move,” he murmured, kneeling beside her again. “Just let me take care of you, my baby.”

His voice was so gentle, like velvet against her skin.

She made a soft noise — somewhere between a hum and a whimper — and he smiled softly, brushing her hair from her face. Then, slowly and carefully, he began to clean her up — warm towel gliding over her thighs, her tummy, between her legs with the kind of touch that didn’t stir arousal, only comfort. Like he was cherishing her body after worshipping it so completely.

“You did so well,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to the inside of her knee, then her hip. “I’m so proud of you.”

When he was done, he dropped the towel gently to the side and reached for the bottle of oil on the nightstand — the one he always used when she was sore from dancing or long days.

“Still okay?” he asked quietly, and she nodded, still too blissed out to speak.

So he poured a little into his palms and rubbed them together, then started with her legs — soft, deep motions, easing the tension out of her trembling muscles. He worked his way up slowly, hands sliding over her thighs, her hips, her lower back. Always checking her face, always watching her reactions.

When she let out a tiny breath — half moan, half sigh — he leaned down and kissed her shoulder.

“You’re safe,” he whispered against her skin. “You’re mine. And sorry baby that I made u feel alone tonight. I got carried, and I shouldn’t have. Please forgive me, hmm?”

Y/n just nodded with a little smile, since she felt so weak.

“Let’s get you warm,” he said softly, scooping her up into his arms like she weighed nothing.

She made a tiny noise of protest — half shy, half too tired to move — but he kissed her cheek and carried her to the bathroom.

The shower was already running.

He set her down carefully, helping her step in, adjusting the water so it was just the right amount of warm. Then he joined her — not to touch, not to tease — but just to wash her. His hands were careful with the soap, gliding over her body with reverence, cleaning every inch of her like she was something sacred. When she leaned into his chest, too weak to stand on her own, he just held her. (princess treatment, top tier!!)

“I’ve got you,” he murmured, kissing her temple under the spray.

After, he dried her off with a fresh towel, careful not to miss a single drop. He wrapped her in one of his oversized shirts and her softest pair of sleep shorts, pulling the fabric over her hips slowly like she was delicate porcelain.

“You good, baby?” he asked once she was fully dressed, brushing a thumb over her cheek.

She nodded, finally able to whisper, “You’re spoiling me.”

He just smiled.

“Get comfy. I’ll be right back.”

She sank into the couch in the corner of their room, wrapped in warm cotton and still floating from all the affection, and when she looked toward the kitchen…

There he was.

Doyoung, shirtless, hair damp, cutting fruit with practiced ease. He plated them on a tray with two glasses of cold water, some tiny cookies he knew she liked, and a soft little kiss-me-later smile on his face.

“Snack time,” he said sweetly, walking back over. “You need sugar after that.”

She blinked at him, still breathless from the whole night.

“I don’t deserve you.”

He set the tray down, cupped her face, and kissed her soft — slow, sweet, deep.

“Yes, you do,” he murmured against her lips. “You deserve everything.”

Why did it take me a whole day almost to make this? But anyways i hope y’all like it!!! Tried my best with the smut again hope you like that cause the smutty part was a bit long😛😛. Thank you for reading!!!!!💖💖💞😞

[bee-the-loser-recs]

~✩✮ My Jungwoo One-shot Fic Recs ✩✮~

★ Sandwich By @smileysuh 11.6k, Jungwoo x reader x Jaehyun, frat au, established relationship between Jungwoo & reader, inviting Jaehyun to join, polyamory, basketball players Jungwoo & Jaehyun, reader is referred to as "Ducky"

★ Citrine By @smileysuh 3.2k, surfer au, surfer Jungwoo, established relationship, summer aesthetic, smut, slight fluff, exhibitionism

★ The V week spy By @smileysuh 20.1k, Jaehyun x reader (romantic) ft. Haechan | Yangyang | Jungwoo | Jeno, college au, frat house NCT, sorority member reader, stupid traditions, no strings attached situation, smut, slight fluff

★ In disguise By @tqmies 13k, Jungwoo x reader (x Doyoung x Yuta), college au, roommates, camboys, romantic Jungwoo & reader, foursome, smut, fluff, friends Mark & Haechan

★ Strawberry Sunday By @babbymochiiii Non-specified au, DoJaeJung x reader, ice cream shop workers, flirting, polyamory situation, mutual crushes, smut, slight fluff, shy natured reader, inspired by the song "Strawberry Sunday"

★ Trust me not By @starillusion13 9.1k, Boss unit x reader, mafia au, angst, slight fluff, keeping secrets, anniversary surprises, themes of betrayal, getting shot, open ending

★ Quarantine Chronicles 1, part 2, part 3 By @domjaehyun 28.5k & 55.3k & 43k, Quarantine au, Jaemin | Jaehyun | Jungwoo | Johnny | Mark | (Jeno | Haechan in part 3 only) x reader, roommates (except Mark), friends with benefits situation, lots of tension & flirting, smut, slight fluff, crack, Jaehyun & Mark have actual feelings for reader

★ Pussy drunk By @domjaehyun 2.5k, non-idol au, puppy hybrid Jungwoo, established relationship, smut, exhibitionism, grocery shopping together

★ Finders keepers, Losers weepers [part 1] & [part 2] By @starlightkun 37.8k total, sci-fi au, soulmate au, alien Jungwoo, human reader, slow burn, blood & injuries, fluff, angst, reader's friends are other NCT members & make jokes about aliens, so good

★ Strawberry Sunday By @starlightkun 28.4k, magical hybrid au, part of a series of one-shots, fairy Jungwoo, human reader, college au, slow burn, fluff, teasing, side plot with a drowning incident, idiots to lovers, spring break trip

★ Second first kiss By @starlightkun 2k, childhood friends to lovers au, model Jungwoo, fluff, slight angst, new years eve events, kissing on new years, slight insinuation of kissing Mark

★ Three By @starlightkun 20.7k, CEO Jungwoo, single dad Jungwoo, nanny reader, enemies to lovers, living together, fluff, slow burn, progression of feelings

★ In your eyes By @sweetcrazyluvie 3.6k, Idol au, established relationship, reader is being harassed, leaked phone numbers, hurt/comfort, betrayal of trust, creepy manager, angst, fluff

★ Slowly falling in love with Jungwoo By @viasdreams SMAU, college au, project partners, getting close to one another, mentions of Jaehyun as a previous project partner, fluff, cute

★ Jungwoo accidentally starting your addiction !! By @viasdreams SMAU, established relationship, buying surprise gifts, buying lots of Calico critters, starting a collection, fluff

★ Dream team By @luvyeni 1.7k, DoJaeJung x reader, roommates au, polyamory situation, drunk confessions, admitting desires while drunk, smut, dirty talk, pet names

★ Winter warmth By @cigsaftersuh Drabble, walking around town together during winter, mentions it feeling a movie, first kisses, giving reader his jacket, fluff, really cute

★ 1-800-hot-n-fun [kim jungwoo] By @strrykais SMAU, texting a random number, anonymous identity, playing pranks, running with the joke, humour, fluff, mentions of Haechan, so good

★ Exploration By @xomakara 3.6k, co-workers, office crush, mutual crushes, hooking up together, meeting at a sex shop, mentioned that Jungwoo has a kid, dirty talk, sex toys, smut, slight fluff

★ Crash landing By @xomakara 6.4k, space exploration au, reader is a captain of a ship, other nct members as the crew, strangers to lovers, hooking up together, mutual attraction, smut, slight fluff

★ It started with a kiss By @xomakara 6.2k, DoJaeJung x reader, polyamory situation, friends with benefits, reader's birthday, parties, other nct members hanging out together, sexual tension, flirting, smut, foursome, pet names

★ The day that I met you I started dreaming By @nctstar 3k, college au, first meetings, strangers to friends to lovers, fluff, romance, Jungwoo is handing out flyers for his sister's make up brand, other NCT members as friends, confessions, kisses

★ Can we go back? By @onyourhyuck College au, fantasy au, werewolf Jungwoo & reader, best friends to lovers, Jungwoo gets confessed too, jealousy, possessiveness, miscommunication, smut, romance, angst, markings

★ Study abroad By @lovelywooz 7.8k, college au, established relationship, studying abroad, strict rules, chaperones, trying to catch secret moments together, smut, name calling, mature themes

★ "Ping!" By @withlovemark Drabble, established relationship, Jungwoo's birthday, travelling for his job, smut, sending a video as a bday gift, masturbation, horny comments

★ Brother’s best friend!Jungwoo x reader By @jjaehyunzs Drabble, brother's best friend, implied Mark is reader's brother, 90s setting, flirting, comments about what reader is wearing, suggestive comments, hot summer day

★ Messy hair and pretty eyes By @lovetaroandtaemin 2.7k, university au, being dragged to a party by a friend, first meetings, hooking up together at the party, falling in love, drunk sex, praise kink, smut, fluff, hint of angst

★ Then because she goes By @injvns 1k, established relationship, inspired by the 1975 song, cuddling together, fluff, domesticity, not wanting to get up and leave each other's company

★ Pretty By @junrenjun Drabble, idol Jungwoo, monitor engineer reader, Jungwoo is pining over reader, teasing from the other 127 members, fixing his mic pack, fluff, cute

★ Ghostbuster By @jungaji SMAU, Supernatural/Halloween au, cryptic dreams with the same person, the gap between reality and dreams bridge at a Halloween party, implications of ghost and death, comedy

★ Until forever By @promise-you-doie 22k, slight soulmate au, vampire Jungwoo (& brother Doyoung), reader is dying, irony, discussions of life and death, mentions of suicide, blood, violence, fluff, angst, suggestive

[sunspycy]

𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖔 𝖒𝖆𝖚

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ“pode sonhar. sou uma menina má 💅”

ִ ࣪𖤐lee haechan × fem!reader |•| w.c — 1k |•| sugestivo

ᝰ.ᐟnotas — uma pessoa incrível fez uma edit dele com “menina má” da Anitta e eu não consegui me conter 😭 eu tinha algo mais explícito em mente, mas não consegui executar, i'm sorry 🤭 BUT tá bem gostosinho de ler, LEIAM 👺 (obs: futuramente quero escrever com “bang” da Anitta também 😭)

©sunspycy. todos os direitos reservados.

Uma vez, Haechan confessou que o momento em que se sentia mais bonito na vida era no pós-banho. Foi difícil arrancar essa resposta dele. Apesar de ser um convencido nato, às vezes fingia fazer pouco caso do que você dizia, revirava os olhos e, logo em seguida, entregava a resposta com aquele ar de desdém ensaiado. Ainda se colocava num pedestal invisível toda vez que lembrava da diferença mínima de idade entre vocês — o suficiente pra te chamar de "bebê" e perguntar se sua mamãe já tinha mandado mensagem mandando você voltar pra casa cedo. Sempre sussurrando no seu ouvido. Sempre brincando. Sempre provocando.

E você? Nunca teve vergonha de admitir que caiu na teia dele.

E, bom... aparentemente, era recíproco.

Na última vez que se encontraram, você acabou beijando um dos amigos dele. Pra ser sincera, nem sabia que o nome do garoto era Chenle quando caiu na conversa dele numa festinha aleatória da faculdade. Em sua defesa, Haechan nunca rotulou o que vocês tinham. E você já tinha sido boba antes — se declarando pra caras que só quebravam o seu ego e sumiam logo depois.

— Tô saindo. Ele tá no banho, mas já já sai. Se cuida, tá? — Jaemin, o carinha gente boa que dividia o apê com Haechan, falou com um sorriso na porta, perfumado até demais. Você assentiu bonitinha, acomodada no sofá da sala. Assim que ele sumiu pelo corredor, você se inclinou um pouquinho, curiosa, tentando escutar.

O perfume dele e o seu brigavam no ar pra ver qual dominava o ambiente. Você tinha se empenhado tanto… Cabelo impecável, o rostinho maquiado com a doçura que sabia que Haechan não resistia — tons pastéis na medida exata, como ele gostava. Mordeu o cantinho da unha vermelha, olhou pra cima, derreteu no sofá.

E então, ele apareceu.

Você ajeitou a postura tão rápido que quase fraturou um osso das costas. Engoliu em seco — mas, na verdade, queria engolir cada gota d’água que escorria pelo corpo moreno dele. Parecia que era a primeira vez que via um homem seminu. Na verdade... era sim. Nunca tinha visto o Haechan assim: uma toalha branca de algodão na cintura, outra secando os cabelos escuros. Parecia uma miragem.

E quando ele sorriu, sarcástico, com aquele brilho nos olhos que sabia exatamente o efeito que causava em você, seu corpo inteiro congelou.

— Tá tão desesperada que descobriu até meu endereço, bebê? — ele provocou, pegando o celular na mesinha de centro com um movimento que, sinceramente, não deveria ser tão sexy. Mas ele se inclinou, se endireitou de novo e você não conseguiu evitar: pensou no quanto seria delicioso encaixar a língua naquela linha de Adônis que agora parecia ainda mais evidente.

Você babava como um cachorrinho, como se não tivesse glândulas sudoríparas o suficiente pra regular a temperatura.

— Tô tão desesperada que podia ficar de joelhos agora — você devolveu, mexendo nas botas de cano longo que tinha escolhido com cuidado. Diferente da sainha minúscula que usava sobre um shortinho igualmente indecente.

Haechan ainda mexia no celular, aparentemente insensível. Mas deu um sorrisinho ao ouvir o que você disse. Largou o aparelho e veio até você. Parou bem na sua frente. Você estava sentada, e ergueu o olhar devagar, absorvendo cada centímetro de pele molhada, com as mãos suando de desejo. Quando enfim chegou aos olhos dele, uma gota de água caiu do cabelo escuro e molhou sua bochecha.

Ele limpou com a própria mão, com um carinho que te fez tremer por dentro.

— Eu não beijei ele pra te provocar… Beijei porque tava confusa. Não sabia o que você sentia. Você nunca fala nada — você murmurou.

Haechan se ajoelhou diante de você. Foi impossível não deixar os olhos desviarem para a toalha que abriu um pouco com o movimento. Ele afastou suas pernas como se fosse hábito. E então, beijou a parte interna da sua coxa.

Sem pressa. Devagar. Saudosista. Doce. Como sempre.

— De agora em diante, esse tipo de coisa… só comigo. Combinado, linda? — ele ergueu o olhar, os olhinhos brilhando, dominante. Haechan tinha o dom de te fazer sentir uma menininha... e, ao mesmo tempo, sua rainha.

— Só vai me beijar — ele continuou, se erguendo no sofá, te puxando pra cima com ele. Beijou seu pescoço, tombou sua cabeça pro lado com uma mão firme na sua nuca. Mordeu sua pele, chupou devagar, várias vezes, deixando marcas que você já sabia que teria que esconder dos seus pais.

— Só vai me tocar. Só vai transar comigo, tá? — ele disse, com a testa colada na sua, te encarando com a seriedade de quem recita cláusulas de um contrato invisível. Esperava sua resposta com o coração e os olhos.

E você não tinha pra onde correr. Não quando adorava o beijo dele, o colo dele, o sorriso, o corpo, cada detalhe, cada pensamento, cada centímetro do Haechan.

Você assentiu, segura, segurando o rosto dele com as mãos trêmulas. Beijou os lábios dele devagar, sentindo o coração bater forte dentro do peito. Desceu a mão pelo peitoral molhado e ele sorriu entre o beijo, mordiscando seu lábio inferior e, com o quadril, pressionou os dois corpos num ritmo lento e torturante.

Haechan te deu um último selinho antes de te afastar do colo quando o celular dele vibrou. Você fez uma carinha confusa, segurando no cós da toalha e quase a derrubando. Ele segurou firme, riu baixo, canalha, provocante, absurdamente sexy.

— É o seu Uber. Sua mamãe vai ficar preocupada se você voltar tarde.

— Haechan… — você sussurrou, com as bochechas quentes. O corpo inteiro em chamas. E ele sabia. Ele amava te ver assim: entregue, na vontade.

Mas não ia ceder tão fácil.

— Bebê… — ele se inclinou de novo, fez um biquinho manhoso — Cê foi mau comigo, né?

Beijou sua bochecha quente, e você acabou arranhando o peito dele sem querer quando ele se afastou rápido demais, piscando pra você.

— Agora é a minha vez.

[sunshyni]

— my oh my. Johnny Suh

A leaked message stating the obvious about Johnny was enough for you to finally have him.

johnny x Reader | Fluff but suggestive 🤭 | w.c: 1k

— Oh my God, those jeans are killer — Jaehyun started, practically squirming on the couch in the living room of the frat house where he, Johnny, Doyoung, and a few other guys lived. It was crazy how magnetic your presence was; every eye in the room turned to you when you walked in, like it was automatic. — What's her deal, huh?

— Aww, are you like this ‘cause she turned you down? — Johnny asked, sipping a beer and watching you, not like a creep, just admiring. You really were stunning, not only in looks but in brains, too. You worked part-time at a luxury store at the airport and were always looking flawless, though Johnny figured you’d still look flawless even with messy hair.

— Go on, alright? Everyone knows she’s into you, lover boy — Jaehyun pouted, which made Johnny grin and pinch his cheek like he was a little kid; with that look, he actually did look like a baby.

— Don’t play the victim. You’ll have plenty of girls chasing you — he rolled his eyes, and Johnny gave him a couple of gentle pats on the shoulder, then walked over to you, touching your waist softly when he reached you, his hand brushing against your soft skin peeking out from your crop top. — Hey.

— Hey — you practically choked out. Johnny grinned, leaving you a bit speechless. Your natural hair and the low-rise jeans you wore made you look absolutely perfect, but the blush on your cheeks, even before you’d had a drink, gave you an angelic vibe Johnny found himself totally obsessed with.

— You were amazing in the seminar today — he had to say something. You knew that now everyone knew about your crush on him, thanks to that accidentally leaked message to the whole school. It wasn’t anything sexual, but it did make him sound like some Greek god, which Johnny found funny and cute, even if he was already confident in himself. It was the first time someone had complimented him like that.

— Ah, I had to take a shot just before it started so I wouldn’t stammer — you admitted, suddenly unsure of what to do with your hands. How close were two people supposed to be when they weren’t actually a thing? Because right now, you felt incredibly close to him and wanted to laugh nervously. — John… about those messages, I didn’t mean…

— Nuzzle your face in my chest? You can do that — you couldn’t help it and laughed, covering your face with your hands like a shy little girl. You’d vented to the wrong person, that was clear, or your messages wouldn’t have been leaked, but everyone agreed with your words, including Johnny himself. He held you, guiding you back until your back met the wall. — What else do you want to do that you didn’t describe in those messages?

— Should I say it? — you smiled playfully, and Johnny smiled back, hooking a finger through the belt loop of your jeans, pulling you closer. Maybe it was the drink, or maybe it was the green light you gave for him to touch you, but he pulled you a bit closer by the waistband and leaned down to kiss your neck, licking the skin, sucking, and lightly grazing his teeth.

A quiet sigh escaped your lips before you realized. You definitely loved flirting, touches, and making out; you’d never gone all the way, and you felt nervous about how skilled Johnny seemed to be with his mouth, his hands, his whole body, honestly.

— I’ve been wanting to get close to you for a while but always thought you were kinda untouchable — Johnny admitted against your skin, and you practically burst at his confession. You had a confident air, like you didn’t care about anyone’s opinion, but all you wanted was for Johnny to feel the same way.

— Maybe for other guys… but not for you — you said with a smile, and Johnny moved even closer, kissing your cheek, the corner of your lips, but never quite reaching where you wanted. He was teasing, and you knew it from the little smirk he’d flash between a firm squeeze and a soft press of his lips against your skin. — Oh, for heaven’s sake, John.

You grabbed his silver chain that peeked out from his shirt, pulled it free, and kissed him, hard, filled with want, like you were devouring each other against the wall near the frat house door. Johnny tangled his fingers in your hair and pulled back gently, letting you catch your breath, both of you breathing heavily.

— Come on — he said, taking your hand and leading you up the stairs. You followed, weaving past people with drinks in hand, bumping into a few on the way. Johnny opened his room door, which he likely shared with another guy, given the second bed on the right side.

It looked like a typical high school guy’s room, which was kind of cute. Johnny had a shelf full of comics, and his room had its own bathroom; on the doorframe, there was a pull-up bar you couldn’t help but admire, picturing the sight of a shirtless Johnny using it. You felt like a little girl, and maybe, with him, that’s exactly what you were.

— Astroboy? — you asked, playing with a little figurine on his shelf.

— It suits me, doesn’t it?

— Definitely, you’re a star.

You smiled, watching him sitting on the single bed, then followed, sitting across from him, kissing him slowly, your hands exploring his chest with calm. Somehow, Johnny got you to wrap your legs around his waist, and you had to kick off your shoes in the process, which made him chuckle against your lips. Johnny caressed your back as his mouth explored your neck, kissing your skin so delicately it felt like his lips were velvet.

— Johnny… — you began, and he immediately met your gaze. — Hold on, it’s all good. It’s just that… I’ve never…

— Never? — he knew exactly what you meant.

— Only once, almost… but I freaked out, and… — Johnny left a soft kiss on your forehead.

— It’s okay; we don’t have to do anything tonight.

— But I love making out — you said, pressing your bodies even closer, and Johnny grinned, thinking you were way too perfect to be real.

— Me too. So much.

@sunshyni. All rights reserved.

[suunani]

just for fun ( jeong jaehyun )

there’s nothing wrong about kissing your bestfriend just for fun, right?

❛ content 1.9k words, male reader, bestfriend! jaehyun, fluff fluff and fluff again, mutual pining, detailed kiss scene.

( part two )

friday nights were sacred.

no matter how crazy life became — whether jaehyun was juggling back-to-back schedules with his group or you were drowning under a mountain of deadlines — movie night was untouchable.

it wasn’t something either of you had ever needed to discuss about; it was just there, as natural and essential as breathing. a tradition born from years of friendship and countless nights spent sprawled out on your couch.

the setup was always the same: the couch, an oversized blanket big enough to cover both of you, the coffee table crowded with snacks and drinks.

jaehyun always managed to make a mess with the popcorn, and you never failed to call him out for it, only for him to grin sheepishly every time, a sparkle in his eyes that promised he'd absolutely do it again next week.

it was comfortable, dependable. a routine so ingrained that neither of you could imagine life without it.

tonight, like every other friday, the two of you had settled into your usual spots.

jaehyun was stretched out beside you, his long legs taking up more than their fair share of the coffee table. one of his socks was missing (why, you didn't know and didn't care to ask) and the other hung loosely from his foot like it was holding on for dear life.

and you were curled up at the opposite end of the couch, the blanket draped across both of you, your toes brushing his shin beneath its soft folds.

the movie you’d picked — a romcom that netflix had all but begged you to watch — played on the tv. you weren’t paying much attention though, the storyline fading into white noise as you absently picked at the popcorn. jaehyun, on the other hand, seemed more invested, his dark eyes fixed on the screen.

it wasn’t until the movie reached its climactic make-out scene that the atmosphere shifted. the two characters on screen were tangled up in each other, all messy passion and heavy breathing. you glanced at jaehyun out of habit, expecting him to crack a joke or roll his eyes like he always did during these moments.

but he didn't.

instead, he was quiet, his expression thoughtful in a way that set your nerves on edge.

“what if we tried that?”

his voice was so casual, so matter-of-fact, that it took a second for his words to register. you blinked, turning your head to look at him fully.

“what?”

jaehyun didn't look away from the screen, his hand dipping lazily into the popcorn bowl, grabbing a handful as he spoke.

“that,” he nodded toward the tv, his tone so relaxed you almost thought you'd misheard. “kissing. you and me.”

the words hit you like a cold splash of water, and you stared at him, waiting for some sign that he was joking. but his expression didn’t change.

he chewed his popcorn slowly, his face calm, like he’d just asked what you wanted for dinner.

“i… uh…” you stammered, suddenly hyper-aware of the blanket you were sharing and the way his knee was just barely brushing yours. “what are you talking about?”

jaehyun finally looked at you then, his gaze steady and calm, his lips twitching into the faintest smile.

“i’m just asking,” he said with a shrug, like it wasn’t the most absurd thing he’d ever said. “you’ve never thought about it?”

you let out a disbelieving laugh, your heart pounding in your chest. “thought about kissing you?”

“yeah,” he nodded, leaning back against the couch, his expression unreadable. “i mean, why not? we’re best friends. we’ve done everything else together. what’s one more thing?”

“jaehyun…” you trailed off, unsure how to even respond.

he was really serious — or at least, he didn’t seem to be joking at all. and that made it worse. or better. you couldn’t decide.

he turned his head to look at you again, his gaze softer this time. “what? it wouldn’t be weird. i mean, we already know everything about each other. it’s not like it’d change anything.”

“not change anything?” you repeated, incredulous. “you think kissing your best friend wouldn’t change anything?”

“not unless we wanted it to,” he replied simply, his tone so steady it almost calmed the storm raging in your chest. almost.

you stared at him, searching his face for some kind of explanation. but he wasn’t teasing you. he wasn’t laughing or smirking the way he usually did when he was trying to get under your skin.

he was just… waiting.

“you’ve really thought about this, haven’t you?” you asked, your voice quieter now.

jaehyun tilted his head slightly, considering you.

“yeah. i guess i have,” he admitted. “i mean, haven’t you? even a little?”

your brain felt like it was short-circuiting. you wanted to say no, to deny it outright, but the truth was, the idea didn’t seem as far-fetched as it should have.

you’d spent years at each other’s sides, your lives so intertwined that you could barely tell where one ended and the other began. and sure, there were moments — quick, fleeting moments — when you’d looked at him and wondered.

but this? this was real. and it wasn’t a fleeting moment anymore.

“i don’t know,” you said honestly, your voice barely above a whisper.

jaehyun smiled again, a small, patient curve of his lips that sent butterflies swirling through your stomach.

“then let’s find out,” his voice was low, almost hesitant.

you froze the moment he leaned in, his movements slow and deliberate, like a question he was silently asking.

it felt like the world had paused, holding its breath along with you. his eyes flicked to yours, searching, giving you all the time in the world to stop him, to pull away, to laugh it off like the best friends you’d always been.

but you didn’t. you couldn’t. your heart hammered against your chest, wild and unrestrained, and you knew he could probably hear it.

when his lips brushed against yours, it was featherlight, tentative, like he was testing the waters, hesitant but hopeful. your breath caught in your throat, and a spark ignited deep in your chest, sending tingles down to your fingertips.

his hand slid up to cup your jaw, his thumb tracing an impossibly soft line along your skin. the gentle touch sent shivers cascading down your spine, but it wasn’t unpleasant. your heart thudded against your chest like it was trying to escape, and a warmth you couldn’t explain spread through your entire body.

the kiss was slow at first, unhurried, almost experimental, like neither of you could believe what was happening. but then, instinct took over. you kissed him back before you could think better of it, your body moving on its own, feeling the slight curve of his smile against your lips. warmth bloomed between you, and your heart pounded harder with every second.

his lips were softer than you’d imagined — though you weren’t sure why you were imagining it at all. he tasted faintly of the popcorn you’d shared earlier, and there was something about the familiarity of it that made your chest ache in the best way.

jaehyun tilted his head just enough to fit perfectly, deepening the kiss in a way that felt so natural, it was almost like muscle memory. one of his hands slipping to your hip while the other stayed on your jaw, his fingers curling there gently, and he pressed closer, so close you could feel his breath mingling with yours.

you couldn’t think about anything else. it was just him: the warmth of his body so close, the way his lips moved against yours like they belonged there, the gentle press of his fingertips against your skin.

the world around you just… faded, like it didn’t exist anymore. all that mattered was this moment, the two of you tangled in something unsaid but utterly undeniable.

when the kiss finally ended, the two of you pulled back slowly, your foreheads brushing against the other as you tried to catch your breath. your chest heaved, and you realized he was breathing just as hard as you were, his lips slightly parted as though he wanted to say something but didn’t know how.

before you could speak, before you could even begin to process what had just happened, jaehyun grinned, a soft, lopsided grin that made your heart flip, and leaned in once again. this time, it wasn’t as tentative. he pressed a quick, playful kiss to your lips, a soft 'mwah' sound filling the quiet space between you.

his hand on your jaw tilted your head just slightly, like he didn’t want to give you any room to second-guess this.

it was over almost as soon as it began, but it left you blinking, stunned, your heart beating so loudly it was all you could hear. he chuckled softly, his face still close, his breath fanning over your skin.

“okay,” jaehyun said, leaning back just slightly, though his hand lingered on your hip. “i’m officially adding that to our list of top-tier decisions.”

you let out a shaky laugh, the sound more real than you expected it to be.

your hand, which had somehow ended up tangled in his hair, slipped back into your lap. you glanced at him, taking in the way his lips were slightly swollen, his hair adorably mussed, his cheeks dusted with a faint pink.

“i can’t believe you actually…” you started, your words trailing off as you gestured vaguely between the two of you.

“kissed you?” he finished for you, his lips quirking into that lopsided grin. “yeah, me neither. thought you’d push me off the couch, to be honest.”

you shook your head, the heat in your cheeks spreading like wildfire.

“i thought about it,” you admitted, only half-joking, your voice quieter now.

his grin softened into something gentler, something that made your chest ache all over again.

“but you didn’t,” he said, his tone quieter.

you swallowed, your throat dry, and shook your head again. “no. i didn’t.”

for a moment, the air between you shifted.

the weight of what had just happened settled over you both, heavy but not unwelcome. it felt like standing on the edge of something new, something you couldn’t quite name yet.

jaehyun nudged your knee lightly with his own, breaking the tension just enough.

“so,” he said, leaning back against the couch with a sigh that was almost too casual. “what’s the verdict?”

you raised an eyebrow, the heat still lingering on your face. “the verdict?”

“yep,” he tilted his head, his grin teasing but his tone softer, more earnest. “should we pencil in a round two?”

you rolled your eyes, though your lips betrayed you, curving into a small smile.

“you’re lucky that wasn’t terrible,” you muttered, your voice fond despite yourself. “or we wouldn’t even be having this conversation.”

jaehyun let out a laugh, deep and warm, and you felt yourself relax into it. the movie playing in the background faded into little more than white noise. the real focus was here, in the space between you two.

after a quiet moment, jaehyun spoke again, his voice softer this time.

“this doesn’t feel weird, does it?”

you shook your head slowly, meeting his gaze. “no. it doesn’t.”

and it didn’t. for all the ways it should’ve felt strange or awkward, it didn’t. it felt…right. comfortable. like something that had been waiting to happen all along.

jaehyun’s lips quirked into another soft smile, his gaze warm and steady on yours.

“good,” he said, his voice a little quieter now. “because i think i kind of like kissing my best friend.”

[sweetiechenle]

sleepyhead ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁.ᐟ mark

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

summary: your friend and classmate mark helps you out in class after accidentally sleeping in, but the hint of a scribble in the notes he lends you threatens to rewrite your relationship.

w.c: 7.2k

warnings: mdni 18+, strangers to friends, friends to lovers, it's all fluff with a dash of light angst, reader is oblivious to marks advances, but he's kinda dumb too, idiots in love, mutual pining, kissing, confessions, soft smut, love making literally, oral (f receiving), porn with plot, unprotected sex (dont do this), praising, pet names, soft!dom!top!mark (god i need him), crack/humor, lots of time skips im so sorry, if i forgot anything oh well lmk, i used this idea for a different fandom YEARS AGO, i am too embarrassed to admit what fandom but if you find it and think i'm stealing i am not. promise. reblogs and feedback appreciated ♡ fiction ≠ reality

you yawned big and loud, trying not to give yourself away too much, you kept your limbs from reaching outward. mark, your seatmate, and kind of friend?, gave you an inquisitive look. as if to ask if you were okay. truth be told, it was all rock bottom. papers upon papers, presentations, reading, and a lab took up all of your time this semester. you met Mark at the beginning of the year in your ‘major writings of the european tradition I’. you sat near the front because of your bad vision and the brown haired boy came next to you saying the famous ‘is this seat taken?’ line to which you said no. this left him to plop down in the said seat he pointed at. you studied him hard, clad in a semi-tight shirt and worn jeans, his white tube socks poking out once he sat down. it was hard not to notice the dirty and distressed black converse, probably wearing them every day since he could fit in them. he had a boyish grin when he turned to you and asked about how your day was going, you blushed noticing how handsome he actually is. his bright eyes shown under the fluorescent light as he now asked you about the book you were reading. ‘the picture of dorian gray’ sat atop all of your other books from various classes. it was apparently his favorite book too. his lips curled into the brightest smile, excitingly talking about his other favorite books and authors. it was endearingly cute.

you both shared socials in order to stay in touch in case either of you had questions about the class. you two would talk occasionally, keeping a calm distance. sharing literary memes on instagram, sending book recommendations on tiktok, or texting each other late at night when one couldn’t sleep. you would periodically meet up with him to study, or whenever you were too tired to read whatever was assigned in class, mark would read it for you out loud in the comfort of his apartment. it was easy to consider him a friend. at the end of the semester you told him you signed up for major writings of the european tradition II. he pumped his fist in the air earning small giggles from you due to his overreaction. telling you how happy he was that you’d be in the same class again. that’s where you are now, with mark still sitting next to you, listening to the same boring more advanced lecture. you loved literature and being an english major, but sometimes you don't know how many more reading and analysis’ you can take of the odyssey.

glancing at the clock you sighed, an hour left of class. pain was all you knew at this moment, you underslept last night, working on an essay for a speech writing class, trying to get it all down perfectly in order to impress your professor. you didn’t realize it was well past three in the morning when you finally had finished, all you wanted to do right now was go back to your apartment and nap until your next class in four hours. you drowned out the professor and whatever was being said about odysseus and what he got himself into this time. placing your chin on your closed fist, your vision drifting in and out of blurriness, and before you knew it you fell asleep. you gasped when mark nudged you awaken eyes going wide in surprise making him laugh a little bit.

‘dude, you fell asleep, class is over y/n’ mark said once you looked over at him, still in his seat next to you, almost everyone had already left.

you sighed running your fingers through your already messy hair, ‘ugh, i’m sorry, i didn’t get a lot of sleep last night.’

mark laughed, ‘oh, i can tell’

you scowled at him, earning another laugh from the taller man as you both stood up. at least it was friday, and you’d have the whole weekend to catch up on homework, and sleep. ‘want to go get coffee since you’re such a sleepyhead? need to keep you awake somehow’ mark asked, scratching the back of his neck, nervously rocking back and forth. you smiled at how red his ears were, waiting for your response. when you first met, he would occasionally get nervous around you, to which you never knew why, never thinking of yourself as anything special. but you noticed he got anxious around almost everyone after first meeting people. much like yourself, after a while mark started to get more comfortable with you, becoming more confident, and increasingly charming, however he could never hide the facade he tried to put on when asking to hang out outside of class. he would suddenly become a meek and shy, not the confident, outspoken boy you saw almost every day. 

‘yes, that would be perfect’ you answered, ‘caffeine is much needed right now’ mark smiled and led you to the open door of the classroom, motioning you to go through first. it was pretty pathetic when butterflies erupted in your stomach, standards weren’t high for you, obviously, the smallest gesture from mark made you turn to putty. you didn’t have a lot of relationship experience, most of the time boys would lead you on, only to tell you they were never ready for anything. only a few longer relationships would end up in flames, men too toxic for you to continue on any longer. every time, earning a vow from you that you would never talk to another boy ever again. you could tell mark was different from anyone you had ever met, he was genuinely sweet and always helped whenever he could, profusely apologizing when he was too busy to come and help you study. you’ve always liked mark more than you should, it was really hard not to, anytime you ever talked about mark to anyone else, only nice things were discussed. you would never admit to harbored feelings for him, he was lovely to everyone, how could you be any different?

after a while, he started walking in front of you to the coffee shop on campus, stealing glancing at you just to make sure you were still following him, making your heart ache so hard the caffeine you were about to consume would probably kill you. entering the coffee shop turned your tired state into total bliss, a welcome and much needed break. ‘oh! there’s johnny, let’s go sit with him’ mark exclaimed, grabbing your hand and pulling you near the table in the back. before you knew it, a tall man with raven black hair was standing up and greeting you and mark. he was older than you and mark, a senior that your friend had met during his freshman year of college. you had met johnny before, a handful of times, and for brief moments. mark would always talk about his other friends with you. he’d tell you that ‘you just have to meet them’, but whenever the time would come it would be short meetings, a hi and bye.

mark brought out your chair and gestured for you to sit down, saying that he would go order you both coffees, leaving you with johnny. he turned to you and smiled, to which you returned, trying to register what mark had just done for you. god you really need to get higher standards, hard albeit mark being your standard. johnny asked you about school and how you are doing with all of it, you asked him similar questions, watching mark disappear in the line for coffee. you didn’t notice johnny calling your name over and over, only when he had gotten up close and personal in order to get your attention. you jumped slightly after the fifth ‘y/n!’

you quickly looked over at him, calming him down, ‘jesus y/n, where did you go? staring at mark? i know he’s pretty but-’

you cut him off, ‘would you keep your voice down!? i wasn’t staring at mark, i was just thinking…’ it was hard to keep the blush from creeping up and having it wash over you like a tsunami.

johnny gave you a knowing look, ‘... thinking about mark’ 

you glared at him, ‘can we stop talking about mark, please’ desperate to leave this conversation behind, but speak of the devil and he shall appear.

‘why are we talking about mark?’ you and johnny whipped your heads up in surprise, mark standing there with a grin on his handsome, stupid face. holding two coffee cups in each hand, asking in the third person as to why you were both discussing him while he was away.

‘n-nothing, we were just talking about our english class’ you explained quickly trying to save yourself from embarrassment.

johnny just nodded while mark, handed you your coffee and sat down, joining you both at the table in extreme awkward silence. mark broke the ice, ‘y/n fell asleep in class today’ he smirked and looked your way, catching your reaction of groaning and hiding behind your small coffee cup as you took little sips.

johnny laughed along with mark, wishing that the ground would open you up and swallow you whole, ‘it was so funny, the professor didn’t even notice!’ the older boy laughed along with his friend at your plight to fall asleep so easily in class. ‘you even snored a little bit, oh my god, it was so cute!’ he squealed. CUTE!? your eyes went wide, ignoring the embarrassing part about snoring in class. mark called you cute. johnny turned to give you that knowing look again, this caffeine was definitely going to give you a heart attack. this was going to be a long weekend.

monday morning rolled around, the weekend was spent writing papers, reading epic poetry, and sleeping. and also the occasional mental breakdown when you recall that mark called you cute. sunshine hit your face, and that’s when you figured you couldn’t stay in bed any longer. you rubbed your eyes hard and stretched your body out in bed, dreading the fact that you’ll have to get yourself up and ready to learn about some new epic now that the lesson over the odyssey was over. you grabbed your phone from the nightstand, your bones practically jumping out of your body when you realized you had only an hour left of class. you had overslept and missed the first hour of class, fuck. you hurried to get ready, not giving any mind to your appearance, jeans, and a hoodie would do. you texted mark ‘i overslept ( ｡ •̀ ᴖ •́ ｡), just woke up, i’ll be there soon. my chair still open?’ closing the door to your apartment, you marched out into the warm weather, mentally preparing yourself for the embarrassment you were about to face once you walked into class late. eyes peeled to your phone, the delivered immediately turned into read, mark texted back ‘always, sleepyhead’ you rolled your eyes, too much in a rush to get flustered by the nickname this time, shoving the phone in your pocket you continued walking to the humanities building.

you slipped in through the door in the back, making sure it wouldn’t slam shut, praying to any god who would listen to not get called out. thankfully, your prayers were answered, no one said a thing for the rest of class, only mark who gave you a smile once you sat down. you were lost the entire rest of class, the professor going into depth about the cantos and then switching very rapidly to beowulf then to dante’s inferno. maybe you should’ve stayed home. once class ended, mark started putting everything in his backpack, grabbing his wrist to stop him, he turned towards you with his eyebrows up in question and surprise.

‘can i borrow your notes mark? please? i literally had no idea what was going on since i was late’ you were practically begging at this point, but before you could grow any more desperate, mark chuckled and handed you his notebook for this class that continued to lay on the table.

‘i guess you beat me to it, why do you think i left my notebook out?’ mark smiled and handed you the red, worn out notebook. you let out a thankful sigh, some weight lifting off your shoulders, your standards were fucked by now.

‘thank you so much mark, i really owe you one, i’ll have it back to you by tomorrow.’ you reassured, giving him a genuine, thankful smile.

later that evening, back at your apartment, you took mark’s notebook out from your backpack. you had finished all the work for the classes you did attend today and now it was time to move on to the bane of your existence. opening up his notebook to find the most recent entry, your eyes finally landed on notes about dante’s inferno and whatever gibberish the professor was spewing when you showed up. reading about the layers of hell and how it has to do with the other epic’s was further explained by mark in his notes. flipping the page, your eyes caught something in the corner. taking a closer look, you sat up from the couch and moved towards the light. you gasped upon seeing what was written, erased, and written and erased again over the left side of the page. poorly drawn hearts with the words ‘sleepyhead’ written inside littered the far left corner of mark’s notes. this surely wasn’t about you… could it? you singled out the piece of paper, moving it into the light in order to see through it, double-checking your suspicions. and sure enough, there they were clear as day. it looked as though mark drew them on the paper and had tried his hardest to erase them, yet still somewhat visible, you didn’t have four eyes for nothing after all. ‘fuck’ you cursed out, staring at the faded drawing and words. this was your own personal inferno.

the next day was like no other, barely any sleep and when you woke on time you contemplated not going at all. however, you promised you’d bring mark his cursed notebook back. the very notebook that had been plaguing your mind since you discovered its hidden contents last night. that's what kept you up so late, you couldn’t simply forget about it and let it go. you debated asking him about it, but if it had nothing to do with you, then you’d probably have to change your name, face, and leave the country all together. but after all how many people did he call ‘sleepyhead’… probably 5, max. you had to investigate, test the waters and see what this was truly all about. you had to come up with a plan.

you got up and started walking around your room, getting ready, you put a lot more effort into your outfit, jean shorts and a cute baby t-shirt you think would catch any person’s attention. walking to class, it was brisk, the wind nipping at your arms and legs. you shuddered, bringing your hands up and down in order to try to redistribute your warmth. you finally got to class and the nervousness had taken over your system, totally forgetting about the cold and now terrified to face your friend. your body shook, shuffling to your seat, seeing mark on his phone waiting for class to start. you let out a tense breath, trying to settle your uneasy heart and stomach. you pulled out the chair, startling the boy next to you, his soft hair jumping slightly and moving away from his face, his eyes shining up at you. his mouth curls into a smile, going from ear to ear, it was infectious, you gave him a small smile back despite your stomach churning in the worst way possible.

‘you finally decided to come to class on time’ he joked, poking your shoulder lightly.

you playfully rolled your eyes at him, getting everything out for class ‘i barely even slept last night, i closed my eyes, and then boom my alarm was going off…’

mark’s smile faltered and eventually dropped upon hearing your confession of getting little sleep. ‘by the way,’ you grabbed the wretched notebook from your bag, handing it to mark, ‘here’s your notebook back, the notes really helped, thank you’

mark took it from your hand, ‘it’s no problem, if you need any more you can always ask’

you smiled, and turned towards the front of the class as soon as the professor walked in. putting any thoughts of mark in the back of your mind and bringing forth your plan. every once in a while you could arrive late, it's not like you’d be penalized for missing class, your professor never took notice. it would just be on you if you never showed up and somehow failed the semester. but with marks help, there was no way you could fall that far behind.

over the next couple of days, you and mark would hang out sporadically, studying together or watching movies. after a couple of days, you finally decided it would be time to try and be late to class again. to be fair, you had an essay to start that was due in two days, so staying up and working on it and accidentally sleeping in would be the perfect excuse. silently hoping this wasn’t going to come back and bite you in the ass.

flash forward to the next day: it did. you woke up with only 30 minutes left of class, less than what you originally wanted. thankfully, you did finish the cursed essay at four in the morning, you woke up to your alarm blaring, not even realizing how many times you snoozed it. grabbing your phone from the night stand you stretched and got up, getting changed for class and heading out.

opening up your messages you internally groaned, seeing about five messages from mark reading:

‘dude, where are you??’

‘no way you overslept again( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;)’

‘don’t worry sleepyhead, i’m taking notes for you’

‘also, the professor mentioned a project and let us pick partners’

‘i told her you were my partner .. if that’s okay •⩊•’

you squealed into your hoodie sleeve, trying to keep a hold on yourself, but this was too much, the cute aggression getting to you so bad you punched the air. after getting some weird looks you hurried to class, slipping through the big double doors you immediately spotted the brown haired boy, silently cheering that no one was sitting with him you moved towards him and your seat. once you made yourself known to his presence, he gave you a small smile that made your heart crescendo, brought on by the growing feeling of love coming to a climax.

‘hey’ he whispered beside you, keeping his eyes on the professor who continued to lecture.

‘hey’ you answered back.

‘late again?’ he tsked, shaking his head slightly, ‘what am i gonna do with you?’

your hand covered your mouth, trying to hold back a giggle, ‘i stayed up later than i should’ve last night, i had an essay to finish’

‘oh, of course,’ he slide his notebook to you, ‘i got some notes for you about today’s lecture and about the project. we should plan on when to meet up to work on it… the professor has been ranting about plato for the last hour, so you haven’t missed much’

you nodded and grabbed his notebook and slid it into your backpack, trying not to show much nervousness over such a simple gesture. once class ended mark turned to you.

‘i have to meet with johnny, so i’ll catch you later’ you nodded and he smiled, his lopsided lips curling up complimented his boyish charm, making your insides twist and turn. ‘i’ll text you later about the project’

he moved to grab his backpack from the floor, without thinking you grabbed his shoulder softly, he whipped his head around, eyes now wide from the sudden touch, backpack forgotten. ‘uh-h, ha-ave a good day mark’ you said, giving him an innocent smile. his features immediately softened, that tender smile coming back on his lips.

you let go, watching him stand up from his seat, now staring up at his gorgeous face, ‘you too, pillow poet’

the new nickname felt like whiplash, like a 20 car pile up in your heart, every emotion crashing into each other, hard to make it out alive. glued to your seat, you stared at nothing now, the ghost of where mark once stood. you didn’t move until your professor knocked on your desk, promptly telling you to get the hell out.

later that night you had to build up the courage to actually open up mark’s notebook this time, his texts blowing up your phone going left unanswered. your roommate, yeri, had came back from class and asked why the hell you were staring at a closed notebook on the coffee table in the shared living room.

you sighed, ‘its complicated’

she dropped her bag and deadpanned, lips formed into a straight line as she rolled her eyes, ‘its a notebook’

you dropped your head into your hands, admitting defeat, ‘it’s not about the notebook,’ you sighed dramatically, pouting, ‘it’s about what’s inside…’

yeri gave you another eye roll and moved towards you, grabbing the notebook from the coffee table, she opened it and started flipping through the different pages, you looked up after hearing the rustling of pages, ‘it’s just notes!’ she cried.

you groaned and stood up, now facing her. you grabbed the notebook out of her hands, you found the most recent section of notes and scanned the pages, chest beating profusely. you stopped once you finally found what your heart was searching for, half erased hearts with various words inside, you took the page closer to the light on the ceiling.

‘sleepyhead’ ‘cutie’ ‘bedbug’ okay, not that cute, but the sentiment was still present.

yeri, now questioning if you really had lost it or not, grew concerned. ‘what is it?’ she moved closer to you, trying to decipher what it was you were so intently looking at. you grabbed her by the arm and brought her closer to you, nodding up to where you were holding the paper in the light, ‘look’.

‘y/n, what the hell am i looking at? stop being weird, it’s freaking me out’ she pouted and took a closer look.

‘mark…’ you trailed off, ‘i found them last week, i asked to borrow his notes because i was late to class, and he drew all these things and looked like he tried to erase them… i don’t know, oh my god, i sound crazy’ you handed the notebook to her and went to sit on the couch again and grovel.

yeri stood near the light, doing the same thing you were and tried to find what you were talking about, ‘oh’ she said, lowering the notebook and moving over to you, ‘do you think these are about you?’

‘i don’t know, if they were don’t you think he would be trying to hide it better? but how many people does he know that are late to class and oversleep!?’ you cried.

yeri’s eyebrows crease in deep thought, then it hits her, ‘maybe… he wanted you to find them’

‘why couldn’t he just tell me all of this himself?’ you questioned, second-guessing everything.

‘i’ve only met mark a handful of times and let me tell you,’ she placed her hand on your shoulder, ‘he is the most awkward person, ever, this could just be his way of flirting’

you didn’t say anything and continued to stare at your roommate, still standing with mark’s notebook. ‘you should talk to him about it’ she said, you stood up abruptly, eyes going wide.

‘no way dude, i can’t’ you tried justifying yourself but yeri cut you off.

‘ugh’ she groaned, ‘i forgot you are almost as awkward as he is, you like him though, don’t you?’ you gave her a little nod, embarrassed by the sudden interrogation. ‘next time you see him, just ask him about it, the worst thing he can do is say no and you both move on with your life, just a little misunderstanding’

you sighed and nodded again, agreeing to ask him about it so yeri would get off your back. you grabbed your phone, knowing mark had texted you earlier you finally decided to bite the bullet and answer him. four messages from mark went unread:

‘y/n, will you be free tomorrow to work on the project?’

‘y/nnn where did you go, i know you are awake’

‘or are you? smh, damn sleepyhead’ your mind screamed ‘AGAIN WITH THE NICKNAMES’

‘u better not be late tomorrow, i can only take so much european writing without you (  •̀ - •́  )’

you wrote and deleted your message to him about ten times before settling on a basic:

‘sorry mark! i (surprisingly) did not fall asleep, just talking with my roommate, i should be free tomorrow to start the project („• ֊ •„)’

three text bubbles popped up and he immediately texted back

‘gr8, c u tomorrow, get some rest’

the next day was an off day from classes, you and mark had discussed meeting somewhere in the library. but that would hinder you from asking him about his little drawings so you told him to come to your apartment, perfect knowing yeri would not be there. yet, it was as imperfect as perfect could get, the setting would be right, but your thoughts were all over the place. not planning out how this could go, most, if not all of your ‘plans’ were half-assed. you’d just have to wing it this one time.

mark showed up when he said he would, which was exactly a mark thing to do, you were just unprepared. stressing out as the minutes counted down, you opened the door and let him inside, he smiled and walked towards the couch, placing his things on the coffee table. ‘shall we get started?’ mark said, motioning for you to sit down next to him.

‘so, the project is over any story of our choosing, did you have one in mind?’ he asked, turning towards you on the couch. fuck, he was so close, you could feel his hot breath on your cheek, it smelled like mint and coffee.

‘oh yeah, i thought we could do icarus’ you answered, hoping he would agree, the story just hitting a little too close to home right now. in a sense, mark was your sun, and you were icarus, flying a bit too close every time you were near him. getting burned with reaching to conclusions that he actually liked you, getting your hopes up that he felt the same way, hoping to not fall to your death and lose him as a friend if this all was just a misunderstanding.

‘that's a great idea! i think we should be able to get through this project quickly with all the information we can get on the story’ he beamed, and you smiled back, slightly faltering from the nervousness running through your body.

‘are you okay? you seem out of it…’ he asked, more so concerned with you than the project.

you sighed, terrible at keeping your emotions from coming out, mark took notice to your anxious behavior. it was now or never. ‘mark’ you said his name like you both were already in a relationship and about to give him the ‘we need to break up talk’, you could tell he felt the exact same when he started fidgeting beside you. ‘can i ask you about something?’

‘of course, anything’ he answered, voice wavering in concern. you knew he was staring but you couldn’t even bring yourself to look anywhere in his direction, fearing that if you did, you would chicken out. you mentally screamed at yourself to stop and not do anything to jeopardize your friendship with mark. you had to remind yourself ‘the worst he could do is say no’.

‘oh, by the way, i forgot to ask, do you have my notebook?’ you could tell mark was trying to ease the tension, but because of the mention of that damn notebook, it only made it worse.

‘yeah about that…’ you started, having no idea how to ask about this, ‘i uh, wanted to ask you about something i saw in your notebook…’

mark, tilted his head to the side in confusion, ‘like some of the notes i left? i tried to be as thorough as i could…’

you picked at the skin on your fingers, ripping away the flesh in order to try and calm yourself down, ‘erm, no, something else i saw… some, um, drawings…’ you wished for nothing but this couch to swallow you whole and never spit you back out. you couldn’t tell what mark’s reaction was since you refused to look at him, but the silence gave you more answers than what you initially asked.

you peeked to the side, mark now had his head in his hands, rubbing his temple, cheeks dusted pink, you knew you caught him in something. ‘dude… this is so embarrassing’ he laughed. you didn’t say anything in response, just wanting him to continue explaining himself. ‘i thought i erased those, oh my god. how much did you see?’ he asked.

‘i think almost all of them…’ you rubbed the back of your neck, picking at the hair back there.

‘oh’ he said, his mouth turning into a perfect o. ‘that was not the way i wanted to tell you’ mark stated, still acting shy next to you. if you weren’t on the verge of a panic attack, it would’ve been endearing.

‘tell me what?’ you whispered, turning away from him so he wouldn’t notice the pink dusting over your cheeks.

mark stared at you, now sitting up and his shoulders straight, ‘that um, that i like you’ he said, ‘i don’t know i got bored in class and doodled in my notes, after i realized how stupid and cheesy it felt i erased them and tried to forget… guess i didn’t erase them hard enough’ he smiled at the memories of it all. ‘i wanted to tell you, but i didn’t know how to go about it, i’m not good at things like this, i don’t know, confessing i guess… i wasn’t sure if you felt the same, so that’s why every time i tried to tell you i liked you, my plans always fell through’

mark grabbed your shoulders and lightly forced you to face him, taken back by surprise your ears grew hot, now staring into his eyes he smiled, ‘but you’re here now and asking about my lovesick doodles, and i want to tell you… that i like you… i like you so much y/n, studying with you and being with you in class and outside of class, you are cute, funny, caring, and you work so hard for your classes i wish i had the will to stay up at ungodly hours to finish any of my essays, we like the same books and we talk about the nerdiest stuff no one else would… i think you’re perfect’. he stopped, his eyes looking into yours trying to search for any reaction, he looked desperate. ‘sorry, i, uh, got a little carried away there’ he cheeks bloomed into a deep red.

‘mark’ you felt wetness pool at the base of your eyes and roll down your cheeks, not even realizing you were crying mark reached out and whipped the tears away with his thumb. ‘i really like you too… that’s the nicest thing anyone has ever said about me i-’ he cut you off, throwing himself onto you in a huge bear hug, making your back crash into the couch due to the weight now on you.

he got up, now hovering over you, he stared deeply into your eyes, ‘y/n… i want us to be a couple or something? whatever you are comfortable with, i want to be able to read you any stupid 100 year old story any time you’ll let me’

your eyes softened, gazing into his it was like a thousand stars shining in the night sky, you could see and feel every emotion he was talking about. pure love. there was no doubt, no sun to scorch your waxed wings, withstanding fear and questioning. with him you could now fly as far as he would take you.

‘oh mark’ you said breathlessly, throwing your arms around his neck, yanking him down so his lips could meet yours. it took a second for him to realize what was happening, but soon enough he was moving his lips in synch with yours. his hand still placed next to your head, holding himself up, as his other one moved to your face to lightly caress your cheek. after a minute or two, you could barely breathe, so you broke the kiss in order to regulate your breathing. you look up at mark, who continued to stare at your lips, ‘mark, you’re the one who is perfect’

this time he initiated the kiss, putting his body weight more on you, his hand now moving to explore your body further, you could tell mark was excited as you could feel his bulge on your thigh. his tongue licked over your lips, silently asking for access, which you granted immediately, letting your tongue slip into his mouth, tasting the mint and coffee that he had previously consumed.

‘mark’ you whispered, lust overclouding your senses, ‘i want you’

mark audibly groaned, your words obviously having a certain effect on him as he pushed his hips into yours making you moan in response. he kissed your lips again, moving onto your neck, sucking brusies into the sensitive skin there. mark got off of you and sat up, removing his shirt to which you followed, throwing the clothing somewhere on the floor. going back into position, mark kissed your chest, grazing your breast that was still covered by your bra. he didn’t mind, wanting you to be as comfortable as possible, that was until you decided to take it off anyways, throwing it somewhere over your shoulder. mark went back to work, sucking on one nipple, while twirling and pinching the other between his fingers, earning moans from you.

mark suddenly stopped, lifting his head to look at you, ‘do you want to go further?’ he asked sincerely.

‘yes, mark, please’ you breathed, curling your fingers around his broad shoulders, lightly bringing him back towards your chest. he chuckled at your eagerness, peppering kisses down your stomach, finally reaching your buttoned up jeans. ‘can i take these off?’ you nodded, he unbuttoned your jeans and yanked them down and off, leaving them on the floor with the rest of the clothes. he could see the wet patch that formed in your underwear, earning a moan from the boy on top of you. mark ghosted over the spot with his finger, making you twitch in response due to the light, yet scandalous action.

he slid your underwear off, leaving them somewhere on the couch. you watched him silently as he stared at your core, looking like a man who had been without water for at least a century. he dove in, licking a strip up your pussy, making you moan out in response. mark continued to lightly suck, adding a finger into the mix. he slowly pushed it inside your opening, wetness gathering at the base of his finger, ‘you taste… it’s perfect… you’re perfect’ he whispered, gazing up into your glossy eyes, overtaken by craving him. he added a second finger, stretching you out. ‘mark…’ you groaned, feeling him hit the sweet spot inside of you made your head spin and insides twist. ‘i’m gonna come…’

‘not yet’ he whispered, he exited your core, earning a whimper from you due to the sudden loss, ‘don’t worry, i’ll take care of you’ he kissed your cheek, standing up from the couch in order to take his own pants off. you could see his member throbbing inside his briefs, you swore you almost started drooling. mark came back down to lay on top of you, kissing you again, more sensibly, softly, slowly. savoring the moment with you, the delicate and gentle touches almost making you cry again from just how sweet he was, how much he showed that he cared about you.

he broke the kiss, you stared into his eyes, caressing his cheek gently, mark melted into your touch, closing his eyes and burying his face closer to your grasp. ‘you are so beautiful’ you stated to him. his skin kissed by the sun, the features adorning his face; making up gorgeous art on a blank canvas that someone like da vinci would be furious not to know of such beauty.

‘do you want to keep going? we don’t have to if you don’t want to, i want to take my time with you, with us…’ he explained.

you cut him off with a peck to his lips, making his smile grow wider, ‘yes, i want to if you do… i feel the same way’ he kissed you, much like you did with him, confirming his feelings yet again.

he slid off his briefs, leaving you both fully naked in each other's presence, since the sun had started to set when mark came over the only light provided was the soft glow of the lamp behind you on the side table, making the sweat that graced his chest shine. ‘if you get uncomfortable please let me know and i’ll stop’ he whispered, you nodded in response, heartbeat picking up due to his kindness. he sighed and carefully lined his member up with your entrance, the shakiness of his hands having him try a couple of times to get it in, you could tell he was nervous.

he slowly pushed inside, giving you ample time to adjust, ‘that’s it’ he breathed in your ear once fully inside, ‘fuck you’re so tight… so perfect’ you moaned at his words, digging so far deep into you and leaving many traces in your mind, words you’d never forget. he readjusts your legs, giving him deep access into your womb, now in a missionary position. mark started moving, slowly thrusting into you at first, you wrapped your legs around his back, trying to keep him as close as possible, which he didn’t seem to mind. his lips moved to yours, the simple kisses shared spoke volumes-no hesitation, the pastel feeling of everything you both never said to each other, lost on fleeting glances in class, heart doodles on paper, and the way he would read to you without argument, buying you coffee, smiling whenever you’d enter the room. the soft kisses subdued any fear you held over this relationship. you loved him.

mark occasionally groaned into your mouth, and in return you moaned, sharing sounds and soft touches over each other's body. ‘you’re taking me so well like you were made for me. fuuck’ he keened at the way you held him inside. he started moving faster, but still acting as careful as ever with you. his hips snapped down on yours, earning strained grunts from you, head spinning as he continued to hit your sweet spot in all the right ways. ‘y/n’ mark moaned, ‘i-i love you’. you cried, the barrier breaking open the flood waters, you silently shed tears into his shoulder, the hot tears running down his arm and chest. ‘i always have, e-ever since i met you’ his trusts started growing erratic, faster, snapping his hips into yours with a force that had you seeing stars. you could barely comprehend any type of language at this point. you were about to reach your breaking point, feeling the heat collect at the bottom of your abdomen, the rope you were holding onto ready to snap.

mark seemed to take notice due to your internal struggle of letting go, mumbling in your ear about a bunch of different phrases. ‘it’s okay baby, you can let go’ and ‘come for me’, it was at the point where he whispered ‘i got you love, i got you’ you felt yourself starting to slip from the rope, letting go and the rope snapped, letting it all out and moaning out marks name, locking your eyes on his. your toes curled, body threatening to collapse in on itself like a black hole with mark at the event horizon, wanting to suck him in.

as you tightened around him, his thrust grew more sporadic, out of rhythm, trying to catch his own release now. with one last thrust, he stilled and emptied into your womb, you could feel how deep he was and the hotness of his come filling you up so perfectly. mark panted, overcoming the mountain of exhaustion after reaching his peak. his forehead fell onto yours as you also tried catching your breath. mark smiled down at you, love filling his eyes, adoration shining in yours. ‘you’ he started, regulating his words to come out more clearly, ‘you are part of my existence, part of myself. you have been in every line i have ever read’

you playfully rolled your eyes, the audacity of this english major, ‘you did not just quote charles dickens while balls deep inside of me’

he laughed, as if that was a queue to pull out, mark left his place inside of you and went to the bathroom, returning with a damp wash cloth in order to clean you up. gently whipping you down, after he threw the towel into the laundry room. mark picked you up and walked you to your room, slowly slipping you into some fresh new clothes, while he put on clothes that yeri kept at the apartment for her boyfriend. surely she wouldn’t mind.

you both climbed into bed, eyelids growing heavy he held you in his arms, head resting against his chest in the quiet darkness, ‘mark’ you said, voice small, he hummed, ‘i love you too’

‘sleep in tomorrow, i’ll still be here’ he answered.

eyes crusted over and limbs numb, that was probably the best sleep of your life. you reached over to marks side of the bed, but it was empty, and you frowned. he said he would be here. you stretched and got up, slowly making your way towards the door, you opened it to an empty living room. you heard a sudden, but low crash of pots and pans coming from the kitchen. you walked slowly, not really knowing what to expect. but alas, speak of the muse, and he shall appear in the lines, your (now) boyfriend, mark, stood in front of the oven with a spatula in hand, flipping a pancake.

in the stillness of the afternoon, you didn’t make your presence yet known, and watched as he worked. the glow of the sun and the kitchen light reflected off of his hair ever so slightly, making it shine, it was as if only you two existed. he turned and smiled like he always did, ‘good morning sleepyhead’

[viasdreams]

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texts from dad!haechan while you’re away !!

a/n: happy haechan day!!! also plz ignore that the baby is white…i just picked pics that worked for what i needed >_<