#nct dream x y/n

[blueberry3241]

Nct dream reaction you accidentally tell him “I Love You” for the first time

↷Pairing : nct dream x reader ↷Genre : Fluff, Romantic Comedy, Slice of Life, Soft Angst ↷word count : 3.2k words

Disclaimer : This is an original work of fiction. All characters, settings, and story elements are my own creation. Any resemblance to real people, places, or events is purely coincidental. Please do not reproduce, distribute, or adapt this work without my explicit permission.

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Mark

It’s a tuesday, and you're sitting on his studio floor, legs crossed, eating cold noodles straight from the takeout container while he tweaks the levels on some beat he’s been obsessing over for three days.

he looks tired but beautiful, like some tragic indie prince, and he’s humming under his breath.

and you’re not even thinking. you’ve got soy sauce on your lip and your feet are cold and he’s just... him.

you glance up.

“you’re such a genius. i love you.”

your mouth keeps moving like you didn’t just drop a word bomb that could detonate your entire situationship.

the track stops.

he turns slowly in his swivel chair, headphones still on his neck, blinking like his brain’s trying to reboot.

“what did you just say?”

you freeze mid-bite.

“…i said you’re a genius?”

“no. after that.”

“uh. i love… noodles?”

he’s on the floor next to you in two seconds flat, chopsticks forgotten, hands on your knees.

“say it again.”

“mark—”

“say it again.”

you groan, covering your face.

“i love you, okay? i wasn’t planning to say it like that, it just came out—”

he kisses you.

no warning. no build-up. just his mouth on yours, warm and a little desperate, like he’s been waiting for this exact moment.

“good,” he murmurs when he pulls back. “because i’ve been in love with you for weeks and it was starting to make me weird.”

“you’re already weird,” you grumble, heart doing cartwheels.

“yeah, but like, more. like writing songs about your hoodie weird.”

“wait. which hoodie.”

“don’t worry about it.”

Renjun

You’re painting. or trying to.

he invited you over to “relax and do art together” and now your canvas is a disaster of colors and regret while his looks like something that belongs in a minimalist gallery in paris.

“you don’t even try,” you grumble, throwing a blob of blue at him.

he dodges like a trained ninja. “you’re just mad because i’m a prodigy.”

you roll your eyes. “i love you, but you’re insufferable.”

the brush drops from your hand.

you freeze.

renjun’s head whips around so fast it’s like you just told him you burned his favorite sketchbook.

“you what.”

your eyes go wide. “i didn’t—i meant like, platonic—”

“platonic? we’ve been dating for six months.”

“yeah but i wasn’t gonna say it yet!”

he stares. you stare. the paint dries slowly between you.

then—softly, so softly—you hear it.

“say it again.”

“i…” you swallow. “i love you.”

he walks over, kisses your paint-stained cheek, and goes, “good. now i don’t have to pretend i wasn’t practicing how to tell you for the last three days.”

“you were practicing?”

he pulls out a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket. it says:

“I love you. (don’t panic. make eye contact. breathe.)”

you burst out laughing. he tackles you into a hug, and you both end up covered in paint and feelings.

Jeno

You’re at the gym. why? because you lost a bet.

jeno’s lifting weights like it’s nothing while you’re three squats away from spontaneous combustion.

“you okay?” he grins.

“no. i hate you. i love you. shut up.”

and just like that, it’s out.

his weights clatter to the floor.

you pretend like you didn’t say anything, staring at the wall like it owes you money.

“what was that middle part?” he asks, breathless.

“‘i hate you?’ because i do. passionately.”

“nope. next one.”

“‘shut up?’”

“before that.”

you groan. “jeno, drop it.”

“say it.”

you glare at him. “fine. i love you. happy now?”

he walks over, wraps an arm around your sweaty, miserable self, and kisses your forehead like you’re the most precious thing in the world.

“beyond happy,” he says, voice low. “also, you’re doing those squats wrong.”

“i literally just confessed my love. give me five minutes before you critique my glutes.”

“never.”

Haechan

You’re fighting. not seriously. more like a “you ate the last slice of cake and now i want to throw hands” kind of fight.

“you knew i wanted it.”

“you said, ‘i might eat that later.’ that’s not a binding contract!”

“you’re unbelievable. i love you but i hate you.”

his mouth drops open.

“excuse me?”

you blink.

haechan is already doing a little victory dance. “hold on. rewind. say that part again.”

“the part where you’re unbelievable?”

“noooo. the other part.”

you toss a pillow at him. “it was an accident!”

“yeah, well, i love you too, even if you’re dramatic and weird about desserts.”

he tackles you onto the couch, giggling like a maniac, peppering kisses over your face.

“now we’re even,” he whispers. “you stole my cake. i stole your heart.”

“get out.”

“never. i live here now.”

Jaemin

He’s braiding your hair. for no reason. it’s just a thing he does when you’re both sleepy and curled up watching dramas.

he’s halfway through a french braid when you murmur, half-asleep, “i love you.”

he freezes.

like full statue mode.

“what did you say?”

you open one eye, realizing too late what just fell out of your mouth.

“...i was talking to the cat.”

“we don’t have a cat.”

“...the imaginary one.”

he puts the comb down, turns you gently to face him.

his expression is unreadable.

“do you mean it?”

you nod, suddenly shy. “yeah. i do.”

he pulls you into his lap, arms wrapped around you like he’s afraid you’ll vanish.

“i love you too,” he says into your hair. “i think i have for a while. i just… didn’t wanna scare you.”

you nuzzle into his chest, heart doing flips.

“you’re the least scary person i know.”

“good. then i can keep braiding your hair and planning our wedding in my head.”

“what.”

“nothing.”

Chenle

You’re in his car, blasting music and yelling out the lyrics.

he’s singing off-key on purpose and you’re wheezing from laughter, and when he makes a terrible pun mid-song, you blurt:

“ugh, i love you.”

then you slap a hand over your mouth like it’ll take it back.

he turns the music down, all mock-serious.

“say that again.”

“nope.”

“say it or i’ll play my trot playlist at full volume.”

you squint. “you wouldn’t.”

he reaches for the aux cord.

“OKAY. I LOVE YOU. YOU’RE AN IDIOT AND I LOVE YOU.”

he grins so hard it looks like it hurts.

“good. because i was about to say it too, but i was scared you’d laugh at me.”

“why would i laugh?”

he shrugs. “because i was gonna do it with a sock puppet.”

“…what.”

“he has a little heart on his chest and everything.”

“i have so many questions.”

“too bad. you're in love with me.”

Jisung

You’re playing a co-op game and he keeps losing on purpose to make you laugh.

“stop throwing!”

“i’m not!”

“you literally jumped into the lava.”

“it was a tactical decision.”

“i swear to god. i love you but i will unplug your controller.”

his eyes go wide.

you panic.

“uh. i mean like, game love. teammate love. comrade love—”

he pauses the game.

“you love me?”

you groan into your hands. “i accidentally love you, okay?”

he reaches over, tugging your hands away from your face.

“don’t take it back.”

you look at him. really look. he’s a little pink in the cheeks, fingers fidgeting with the hem of his sleeve.

“i’m not,” you whisper. “i meant it.”

he exhales like he’s been holding his breath for a year.

“i love you too.”

then he grins.

“but i’m still winning the rematch.”

“not a chance.”

[polarisjisung]

ꨄ I'M JEALOUS AND I'M GOING CRAZY

BACKSTAGE WITH IDOL BF JISUNG

pairings: park jisung x fem! idol reader genre: fluff wc: 0.9k warnings: jealousy (it's cute tho I promise!) + they makeout notes : found this hidden away in the drafts guys.. no idea if it's proofread 🧍‍♀️| LIBRARY

EDIT!! if you saw the drama mentioned in the notes... no you didn't I DO NOT SUPPORT yk who's behaviour and COMPLETELY forgot to take it out before posting, im very sorry gang 🙏

Jisung is confused. Beyond it in fact.

"Just tell me what it is," his voice echoes, earning a few too many unwanted stares as he runs down the hall.

Oh, the things he does for you

You're not letting up, and he's been trailing after you ever since you decided that running through the multiple empty dressing rooms backstage was a good idea, for whatever reason.

Well, you weren't really running, more so speed walking away from him, weaving in and out of hallways and doors.

Had it not been for your practically fluorescent outfit from the stage you'd just performed, he'd barely have been able to catch sight of you bolting away from him in the first place.

Jisung's certain you'd never been this fast before, practically out of breath from following after you.

Combined with the fatigue from his performance a few minutes ago and trailing after you like a lost puppy, Jisung begins to grow tired

Again he's not entirely sure why you're doing it, or what you're doing really, but if it has anything to do with the small pout on your lips and the slightly puffed out cheeks you wear then maybe Jisung has a few ideas

it doesn't take a genius to figure out something has you upset, not upset in a heartbroken way, or else Jisung would have noticed any tears threatening to spill from your eyes, but more in a way that somethings bothering you.

Though it doesn't matter much to Jisung just how upset you are, clearly not very, all that does matter is that you are.

And usually Jisung was an expert at reading you, knowing what was wrong like some psychic mind reader with a purple globe in his palms with one single glance at you— if you'd just look at him— which you hadn't since the good luck kiss he'd planted on your cheek before you went up on stage exactly an hour ago.

When he stepped off stage today, ready to pull you into his arms and let himself bask in the sweetness of your praise, telling him how well he did on stage, you weren't there and Jisung's big gummy smile dropped at the sight of you, straight faced lying across the couch in his dressing room instead.

Honestly speaking, he had no idea what could have possibly gone wrong in the last hour, but he was certainly determined to find out.

"You guys did great out there" you smiled as the group of 7 piled into the room, genuine but small, congratulating all of his members, as you usually did, only you didn't spend any time gushing over him.

Safe to say your boyfriend had noticed, and now, as you find yourself reaching a dead end with no escape, you know you're going to have to come face to face with Jisung, and the ugly green feeling bubbling inside of you

His arms hang low at your waist when he finally catches you in the middle of your dressing room, a slight smirk across his lips at the victory of stopping you from running away.

"Look at me baby" his two fingers hold your chin to guide your head so it would tilt upwards and face him.

"What's up?"

You shake your head, gaze darting left and right to avoid his eyes. Jisung chuckles to himself

"Tell me what's wrong, come on, please?" he follows your eyes as they change direction, shifting so he's the only thing in your line of sight.

You sigh, crossing your arms, lips protruding outwards, "You'll laugh, Sung."

Gosh, Jisung just wants to smash his lips against yours— but there are bigger problems at hand– like his awfully pouty girlfriend standing sulking in front of him.

"You know I'll never laugh at you," he says, soft and kind. You hate that it makes the ugly feeling inside of you grow stronger.

Why did he have to be so damn sweet?

"Well, uh-" you hesitate "it's nothing, I was just being silly Sung" you nod your head, as if to convince yourself but Jisung pulls you back before you can even attempt to walk away

"If it made you upset its not silly okay, now tell me, what's got my girl like this hmm?"

"Next time you're on stage," you sigh, feeling the heat rush to your cheeks. "Roll your sleeves down." Your eyes meet the floor at the request, Jisung staring down at his arms

"That's it?" he holds back a laugh, though his lips can't help but curve upwards, and his eyes fill with adoration at the sight of you so shy.

"Well I don't exactly want everyone staring at my boyfriend and his pretty arms, you're already perfect as it is" you protest, tone completely sincere "you don't need to be perfect for anyone but me" you huff, crossing your arms as you decide you've said enough.

Apparently not.

"You should've heard the girls backstage checking you out every time your muscles flexed." Your eyes roll, and Jisung can't help but find it cute, the disgusted scrunch of your nose.

He extends his forearm out to you, smiling.

"These arms are all for you, okay? so you can roll my sleeves down just as far as you'd like."

"Don't have to ask me twice," you mutter under your breath, just loud enough that he hears, tugging at the material that rested mid way up his arm.

"Yeah?" he chuckles again, "well, next time, tell the girls backstage too, " he smiles. "I'm all yours"

You hum, you could do one better, "let's show them instead."

You practically eating his lips off in the music bank hallway was not part of Jisung's agenda tonight, but he can't help the feeling of content that washes over him as you roughly move your lips over his, fingers interlaced with his, putting on an absolute show for everyone who'd walk past. With his sleeves rolled all the way down, of course.

Couldn't put too much of a show on now, could you?

God Jisung loves when you get all jealous over him

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[iluvlennie]

𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄𝐃 ✦ ❱ HAECHAN X FEM!READER

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 ✦ ❱ chaos and peace.

word count : 1.9k

chapter warnings : manipulation (?)

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you both finally resurfaced from the freezing river, gasping for air and clawing your way to the muddy bank like two very ungraceful sea creatures.

if someone had told you that escaping your tower would involve near-drowning, angry guards, soaked clothes, and a wanted thief as your guide—you would’ve stayed inside and knitted or something.

you dragged yourself onto the shore, shivering, your hair clinging to your face as you tried to wring the mess out.

haechan, meanwhile, was still at the river’s edge, staring like he’d just seen a ghost. or maybe a giant fish. hard to say.

“her hair glows,” he muttered, blinking hard. “it actually glows.”

“donghyuck,” you called, a little breathless, glancing back to find him frozen in place.

“her hair actually glows,” he whispered again, like the concept had just broken his brain.

“donghyuck!” you snapped, louder this time.

he finally looked up, eyes wide, cheeks pink, like you’d just accused him of something scandalous.

“what?!"

you hesitated. “it doesn’t… just glow.”

he looked at you with that same bewildered expression, and you couldn’t help but chuckle. still dripping wet, you walked over and offered your hand.

he took it without hesitation—gripping it tightly, just like he had when you were both running for your lives. only now, it wasn’t panic. his hold was steady, warm. like he was trying to say something with it.

like he was telling you he had your back.

later that day, night had already set in. the two of you had found a small, secluded spot near a big tree where you decided to set up camp. well—it was really just a fire and a patch of ground to sleep on until morning.

you were both sitting on an old tree trunk that looked like it had been there for god knows how long.

right now, you were carefully wrapping your magical hair around haechan’s injured hand. the bleeding had stopped a while ago, but the gash still looked deep, and you wanted to repay him for kind of saving you earlier.

“you’re being weirdly cryptic as you wrap your magic hair around my hand,” haechan joked, watching you work.

you didn’t respond, too focused on wrapping it tightly. when he winced, you glanced up with an apologetic look.

“sorry… just—don’t freak out.”

you took a breath and started singing the lullaby your mother had taught you. the one that made your hair glow, the one that made the magic come alive.

“flower, gleam and glow, let your power shine…” you sang softly, and haechan’s eyes widened as your hair began to glow.

“make the clock reverse, bring back what once was mine…” the whole length of it lit up, casting a warm, golden hue across your face.

“heal what has been hurt, change the fate’s design. bring back what once was mine…” haechan could only stare, completely mesmerized—by your voice, your glow, and maybe a little by you.

you looked so calm, like this was second nature. your hair shimmered in the moonlight, and he swore he’d never seen anything so beautiful.

“what once was mine,” you finished softly, then unwrapped your hair from his hand.

he lifted it slowly to look—and gasped when he saw the skin was completely healed. not even a scar.

“god, please don’t freak out!” you said quickly, jumping in before he could speak.

he held his hand up like it was something sacred, then let out a shaky laugh. “i’m not freaking out. why would i freak out? no, i’m definitely not freaking out at all,” he rambled, and immediately shut up when you gave him a look.

“sorry… i guess i was just wondering how your hair does this exactly. how long have you had this power?” haechan asked, his voice softer now.

you smiled gently, a little unsure. “it’s been like this since forever, i guess.”

your eyes drifted away from his as your mood shifted. “my mother says that when i was a baby, people tried to take me away… to use my hair for themselves.”

you reached back, brushing your hair aside to reveal a short, uneven brown patch near the nape of your neck. it stuck out starkly from the rest.

“but once it’s cut, it turns brown. loses its power,” you explained. “that’s why mother never let me—” you paused, sighing.

“that’s why i never, um…”

“—left that stupid tower,” haechan finished for you, a soft smile playing on his lips. there was no judgment, just understanding.

he reached for your hand and traced gentle circles against your skin. the gesture was simple, but it felt like the loudest kind of reassurance.

in that moment, you felt like he really got it. like he really saw you.

“and… you still wanna go back?” he asked suddenly, breaking the silence that had settled around you.

“no! well—yes! ugh, i don’t know. it’s all so complicated!” you pulled your hand away and buried your face in your palms.

he scooted a little closer, draping an arm around your shoulders and rubbing small, comforting circles into your back.

“it doesn’t have to be,” he murmured with a gentle grin, letting you rest your head against his shoulder.

the quiet returned, but this time it felt warm, not heavy.

then, unable to help yourself, you turned your head toward him—only to realize just how close you were. your cheeks flushed and you scooted away a little.

“soooo… lee donghyuck, huh?” you teased, giving him a sideways glance.

“yeah, but um... i’ll spare you the sob story of poor orphan lee donghyuck,” he replied quickly, waving a hand. “it’s a bit of a downer.”

you chuckled, hugging your knees to your chest and resting your chin there. “i wanna know.”

he sighed before turning to you again. “alright…” he muttered, and you gave him an encouraging nod.

“there was this book,” he began. “i used to read it to the younger kids back at the orphanage. ‘the tales of the great haechan.’”

you nodded again, listening closely.

“he was the richest man alive. not bad with the ladies either—not that he’d brag about it, of course,” he added with a smirk.

“was he a thief, too?” you asked, half-joking.

haechan’s smile faltered a bit, his gaze dropping. “uh… no, actually. he had enough money to do whatever he wanted. and well… for a kid who had nothing, that just…” he trailed off, eyes locked on the ground. “it just sounded like a better life.”

you didn’t push him further. you just nodded, offering him a soft smile.

“you can’t tell anyone about this, alright? it’d totally ruin my reputation.”

you giggled, nodding again. “ah, of course. we wouldn’t want that.”

“hey, a fake reputation’s all a guy’s got,” he said with a small grin, his eyes meeting yours.

he looked at you a moment longer—long enough for something unspoken to hang between you. whatever it was, it made your chest tighten just a little.

he cleared his throat and stood up quickly, brushing his damp palms over his still-soggy pants.

“i should, uh… get some fire for the wood—i mean, some firewood. yeah.” he stumbled over his words, turning toward the trees.

you called out to him before he could disappear into the forest. “for the record… i like lee donghyuck way more than haechan, just so you know.”

he paused and looked back at you. his smile came quick, but his blush came quicker.

“well… then, you’d be the first.”

and just like that, he turned and walked away, his silhouette swallowed by the trees—leaving you with a soft smile and a heart beating a little faster.

you watch him for a few more seconds before another voice cuts through the silence behind you.

“talk about a drag. i thought he’d never leave.” your stomach drops. that voice—undeniable. it was your mother.

you whip around, hoping you’re imagining it. but no. there she stands, arms crossed, expression smug.

“mother! what are you—how did you find me?” you ask, stepping back in disbelief.

“oh, it was easy, really,” she says, waving a hand. “i just followed the sound of complete and utter betrayal.” she laughs, like this is all a joke.

you’re frozen. she wasn’t supposed to find you.

“mother, i—”

“no, y/n,” she interrupts, stepping forward with sharp intent. “you are going home. now.”

she grabs your wrist, tight.

“wait—mother, please—” you yank your arm back, your voice breaking.

“you don’t understand,” you plead. “i’ve been on this incredible journey. i’ve learned so much. i even…” you hesitate. “i met someone.”

“yes. a wanted thief. i’m so proud of you.” she scoffs, already turning away. “come on.”

“mother, wait…”

she turns, her glare slicing through you.

“i think… i think he likes me.”

she stares at you for a beat. then she laughs. loud and cruel. “likes you?” she repeats, wiping fake tears of laughter from her eyes. “please, darling. that’s demented.”

“but—”

“sweetheart,” she says, stepping in again, her voice suddenly cold. “this little romance you made up in your head? it just proves you’re too naive to be out here.”

“why would he like you? really? look at yourself.” she gestures to your hair, eyes full of disdain. “you think he’s impressed by… this?”

“don’t be stupid, y/n. you know better.”

“no,” you snap, folding your arms tight across your chest.

“no?” her tone drops, venom rising.

“oh, i see how it is. you think you know best. you think you’re so mature now.” she scoffs. “you disobey me once and now you think you’re clever?”

she reaches into her cloak and pulls out a familiar leather bag. your breath catches.

“then give him this,” she says, tossing it to you—the bag with the crown.

you clutch it, stunned.

“this is what he wants. don’t let him deceive you.” her voice is low now. dangerous.

“he’s a thief. that’s all he’ll ever be. give it to him, and watch how fast he leaves you.”

you think her words over. she was somewhat right. he was a thief but, he showed you he's not bad. he showed you so much in so little time. he saved you from drowning earlier, for god's sake. donghyuck showed you what living life really was.

“go ahead. put him to the test, darling,” she mocks. “but when he dumps you… don’t come crying to me.”

with that, she turns on her heel, disappearing into the trees.

you’re left alone—bag clutched to your chest, eyes brimming with tears you refuse to let fall.

your gaze falls to the bag in your hands, your mother’s harsh words echoing in your mind.

you don’t even notice haechan has returned until his voice reaches you.

“you know, blondie, i was wondering… is there any chance i’m gonna get super strength in my hand from your magic, ‘cause that would be kind of awesome and—” he stops when he sees you’re not really listening, just standing there with your back turned.

“hey, are you alright?” he asks, his tone shifting to something more serious, a trace of worry in his voice.

you gasp softly and quickly toss the bag out of sight before turning to face him.

“yeah, yeah, i’m good. just, um… lost in thought, i guess.” he nods.

“anyways, just imagine this… superhuman good looks—i was born with them—combined with superhuman strength. can you imagine the possibilities?” he rambles, his words tumbling out excitedly yet sounding almost absurd.

after a while, your eyes grow heavy and you slowly drift off to sleep, his soothing voice calming you enough to forget your mother’s words.

haechan watches you as you fall asleep, a gentle smile tugging at his lips. satisfied with the quiet moment, he curls up beside you, letting sleep claim him too.

author's note : a bit of a shorter chapter booooo!!!! i once again didn't post for two weeks please nobody hate me 💔 i've been busy with work and had a concert coming up so i didn't have much time, but i already started on the next chapter and it's literally almost done so it should be out like in a day or two heh 😼 hopefully y'all enjoyed, i spiced it up a little with their interactions, they are slowly falling in love. next chapter is gonna be a banger tho, they WILL fall in love next chapter!! that's all from me tho :3 len out ^0^ i also may have started writing another haechan fic that i might release after the tangled series is over so if any of u would want that LMK!!! i am also thinking of opening requests after this is done, but i think i'll make a detailed post about it later on.

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[sunshyni]

diva faz haechan com a esposinha gravidinha de menina!

ELE É MUITO PAI DE MENINA

fadinha — Lee Donghyeok

Haechan é especialista em encantar bebês — e especialista também em fazer bebês.

w.c — 0.8k

🌻notinha da Sun | pensando seriamente em criar um blog only Haechan porque eu amo escrever com ele 😭

Anon, eu não escrevi a prota gravidinha (no final ela vai ficar hihi 🤭), escrevi um pouco diferente do que você me pediu, mas espero que você goste!! Beijinhos de luz!! ☀️

— Papai, tá todo mundo na escola dizendo que você é o melhor tio de todos — murmurou a filhinha de vocês, sonolenta, bocejando enquanto se aninhava no colo do pai. Você adorava aquela cena: Haechan, deitado no carpete com asas de fada minúsculas amarradas nos ombros e uma tiara rosa choque no cabelo — escolha obrigatória da pequena, que disse que “completava o look”.

Ele ouvia atentamente cada palavrinha que saía da boca dela, encantado. E você, sentada na beira da cama, observava os dois com um sorriso insistente no rosto. Ainda sentia borboletas na barriga — as mesmas de quando conheceu Haechan e jurou que não daria em nada. Tinha certeza de que seria mais uma história unilateral. Mas ele não só te correspondeu como te amou mais intensamente do que você achou que alguém um dia poderia. Casaram num piscar de olhos. E a filhinha veio na lua de mel mesmo.

— Mas eu sou mesmo, não sou? — ele disse baixinho, afastando com carinho o cabelo da filha do rostinho já quase adormecido.

Ela só murmurou algo inaudível antes de fechar os olhos de vez. Você se levantou devagar, enquanto Haechan a pegava com todo o cuidado do mundo no colo, como se ela fosse feita de porcelana, e a colocou na cama com um beijo demorado na testa.

— Você é o melhor papai — você sussurrou com carinho.

Os olhos dele sempre ficavam marejados quando ouvia isso. Ser pai — e ser mãe — era um eterno improviso. Às vezes, parecia que vocês estavam fazendo tudo errado. Mas então vinham os elogios espontâneos, os abraços apertados e os “mamãe, o bolo de chocolate tava tão bommm”, mesmo quando você deixava passar um pouquinho do ponto.

— Dorme bem, fadinha — você murmurou, cobrindo-a com o cobertor.

Haechan segurou sua mão e te guiou pra fora do quarto rosado, do carpete às cortinas. No corredor, iluminado só pela luz da lua, ele sorriu ao fechar a porta. O quarto de vocês era logo em frente. Mesmo tateando, ele achou o interruptor com facilidade.

— Uma amiguinha dela fez um desenho meu — disse, tirando uma folhinha dobrada do bolso da calça jeans.

Você riu ao ver a arte infantil: um Haechan de cabeção, com varinha e tudo. Ele sorria como uma criança orgulhosa.

— Aparentemente eu tenho um cabeção, mas fiquei tão feliz.

— Tá fazendo sucesso com a criançada. Ainda bem que semana que vem sou eu quem vai buscar ela — você provocou, encostando a porta com cuidado, pra não deixar a luz entrar no quarto da filha.

Então o abraçou. Ainda era estranho e delicioso, depois de cinco anos, chamar ele de “meu marido”. Só de pensar nisso, seu coração batia mais rápido. Ele te puxou mais pra perto, os braços fortes ao seu redor, brincando com a barra do moletom velho — aquele que era dele e você se recusava a devolver, mesmo tendo um pra cada dia da semana.

— Tenho que tomar cuidado, né? Vai que você tá fazendo sucesso com as mães também.

— Parece que você esqueceu com quem se casou — ele respondeu com aquele sorrisinho convencido, e você deu um tapinha leve no peito dele.

Antes que recolhesse a mão, ele a segurou e beijou seus dedos com carinho. Depois, te empurrou com delicadeza até você sentar na beira da cama. Em seguida, puxou seu moletom devagar pra cima. Não era como se vocês estivessem esperando por aquilo no meio da semana... mas, olhando o jeito como ele te encarava, com aquele olhar denso, escuro, cheio de desejo, você sabia: não queria — e nem podia — fugir.

— Você sabe, né? Todo mundo pode olhar pra mim, mas tudo isso aqui… é só seu — ele sussurrou, a voz arranhada.

Você fez um beicinho provocador e ele avançou, encaixando seu corpo no seu. Puxou suas pernas pro colchão, na vertical, e as envolveu ao redor dele. Beijava seu pescoço enquanto as mãos deslizavam pela lateral do seu corpo, quentes e seguras.

— E quando não é pra você que eu tô olhando… é pra nossa filhinha, que tem o sorriso idêntico ao seu.

— Quer outro bebê pra babar no papai? — você provocou, sentindo o corpo inteiro arrepiar.

Ele sorriu, os olhos dançando de desejo ao notar os detalhes novos da sua lingerie — aqueles feixes frontais que ele adorava, que deixavam tudo mais fácil pra ele te colocar na boca. Você afastou o cabelo dele, os olhos castanhos brilhando em pura expectativa.

Só de se esfregar contra ele, já sentia a excitação. Porque ele sempre quis um casalzinho… mas com você, ele falava em ter um time inteiro. Com reservas.

— Me daria essa honra? — ele perguntou baixinho, antes de te beijar com doçura e fome ao mesmo tempo.

A língua invadindo a sua boca. O corpo afundando no seu. O quadril roçando no seu, firme e gentil.

— Eu ainda vou te dar essa honra algumas vezes...

©sunshyni. Todos os direitos reservados.

[luvmahae]

where you are ‣ lee haechan smau

summary: what the absolute fuck is up baby! fall semester marks the peak of greek life at ncu. the campus quad is filled with tents representing various fraternities and sororities with their letters proudly presented in front of each booth, all eager to recruit new members. as students return to campus, they are met with a flood of fliers and invitations to parties, mixers, and rush events. while you were walking through the crowd of eager freshmen to join these organizations, you bumped into someone very unexpected...

what do you do when you bump into the guy you hooked up with after a music festival during summer break? instead of the royal blue basketball jersey you first met him in, it was replaced by a varsity jacket with the letters reading "ΝΧΘ".

"haechan?"

pairing: fratboy!haechan x fem!reader

genre: smau, non-idol au, college au, fluff, nsfw/suggestive (mdni!) comedy, humor, slight slowburn, strangers to lovers, rave bae core? (am i in love with you or is it just the drugs?)

warnings: mentions of alcohol/substance usage (marijuana, mdma/ecstasy, lsd, cocaine), profanity, jokes about sex and death thrown around, both groups are out of pocket and tmi doesn't exist apparently... no ones safe! the boys gc is kinda questionable (this is where i say men deserve no rights!), haechan x reader met at an edm festival (the term rave bae will be said here and there. rave bae is someone you meet unexpectedly while raving, kinda like your temporary s/o for the duration of the rave or festival... smth like that!) disclaimer notice: these portrayals are fictional and are not intended to encourage or glamorize substance use.

playlist: where you are - john summit | club classics - charli xcx | intimidated - kaytranada, h.e.r. | high and i like it - it's murph, evalyn | what a life - john summit, stevie appleton | saving up - dom dolla | talk talk - charli xcx, troye sivan | mr useless - shygirl, sg lewis, club shy | atmosphere - fisher, kita alexander | thinking about you - calvin harris, ayah marar | gas pedal remix - john summit, subtronics, tape b, sage the gemini

notes: omg!!! my first post ever... honestly i've been debating to do this for a long time... now here i am :D ngl i lowkey based this off a personal experience (i am a changed woman now okay... spare me! 😭) my first lil fic dedicated to haechan!!! the playlist is highly edm biased with a sprinkle of brat. i just think it fits the vibe so well hehe. open to feedback and enjoy!!! ♡

status: ongoing!

taglist: closed!

profiles: live laugh love y/n (1), john summit fanboys (2)

intro: so.... edc next year?

one: comedown

two: wtf is college

three: boutta fuckin jump (written)

four: y/n’s eras tour

five: is my brain braining?

six: heyyyyyy 👀

seven: i know what u are…

eight: tequila ftw (written)

nine: ot3 timeout

ten: i want u 😩

eleven: drunk olympics

twelve: stuDYING

thirteen: agram 🙏😭

fourteen: gn haechan (written)

fifteen: team y/n

sixteen: options

seventeen: u did ur big one 😞

eighteen: h for harry styles

nineteen: kms postponed! (written)

twenty: haechan x y/n crumbs

twenty-one: how tf we feelin (written)

twenty-two: use protection 😏

twenty-three: missed connection

twenty-four: shhhh 🤫

twenty-five: enemies to lovers trope

twenty-six: #fomo

twenty-seven:

twenty-eight:

twenty-nine:

thirty:

[viasdreams]

⊹ ࣪ ˖🕰️୭˚. ᵎᵎ🗝️

having a fwb relationship with roommate jaemin !!

a/n: DONT SLEEP WITH YOUR ROOMMATES !!!

[taexoxosgf]

PARK JISUNG FIC REC LIST

s, smut | f, fluff | a, angst

includes most of the fics from my old rec list. not all are on this list because those fics have either been deleted/privated or the account themselves has deactivated.

recommendation masterlist

my masterlist is here if you want to check out my jisung fics!

chasing pavements , part two [ brother’s best friend!jisung x fem!reader ] s,a

let me teach you how to smash [ badminton player!jisung x fem!reader, enemies to friends to lovers ] s,f,a

the quiet boy has a big dick?! [ quiet bad boy!jisung x fem!reader ] s

gooner [ jeno's younger brother!jisung x jeno's fwb fem!reader ] s

more than i should [ idol!jisung x stylist fem!reader ] s

louder [ jealous boyfriend!jisung x fem!reader ] s

8 letters [ baseball player!jisung x fem!reader ] f,a

arcade [ boyfriend!jisung x fem!reader ] s,f

(ask) [ fwb!jisung x fem!reader ]

auralism, part two, part three [ voice actor!jisung x fem!reader ] s

teach me [ established relationship ] s,f

the one that got away [ best friend au, unrequited love au ] f,a

full moon [ werewolf!jisung x fem!reader, established relationship ] s

1:29 AM [ friend’s brother!jisung x fem!reader ] s

testing… [boyfriend!jisung x fem!reader ] s

20cm [ childhood friends au, summer love au ] f,a

first snow [ boyfriend!jisung x fem!reader ] s,f

jealousy [ boyfriend!jisung x performer fem!reader ] s

sweeter than honey [ private prepschool au ] f,a

(ask) [ secret fwb au ] s

too young [ werewolf!jisung x witch fem!reader ] s,a

lollipop [ perv boyfriend!jisung x fem!reader ] s

park jisung x bimbo!reader [ park jisung x bimbo!reader ] s

gameboy [ gamer!jisung x gamer fem!reader, fwb to lovers au ] s

mask off [ boyfriend!jisung x fem!reader, role playing au ] s

no hands [ idol!jisung x fem!reader ] s

untitled [ best friend!jisung x fem!reader ] s

(ask) [ boyfriend!jisung x fem!reader, dreamies thinks he’s a virgin ] s,f

i.l.y. [ boyfriend!jisung x fem!reader, first time ] s,f

[jigeuminunbich]

what a girl wants | park jisung (m)

synopsis — after tapping out early into your first-time, jisung refuses to be a fool in front of you again. gathering reinforcements, he arms himself in preparation to please you when the next time comes for you both to be intimate. and boy, does he learn a lot.

genre — nonidol!au (inexperienced!jisung x experienced!reader), fem!reader, mature (smut), and established relationship

minors dni, please ! (nsfw tags under the cut)

content — probably needs another proof read, men explaining sex, multiple scenes of ji lasting a millisecond (jk, jk), pet-names (pretty, babe, baby), reader naturally takes on a bit of a dominate role, brief missionary, cunniligus, overstimulation, hair-pulling, unprotected probone, even more missionary, ear play + sucking, creampie, and a tiny off-hand joke about dh offering to fawk jisung

word count — 6k

author’s note — listen, ik virtually everyone came out of tds3 loving chenle (rightfully so) but personally, i’ve been on jisung timing since my stop teehee 🤭

I. ACT ONE

Jisung had dreamed of this moment much more than he’d care to admit to. You both had been dating for nearly a year and had yet gotten to the point of stark intimacy, well, until now.

It was breathtaking really, seeing you under him. He couldn’t believe this was his reality, that you were actually doing this with him. That was all he could think about when you first initiated it. He let you take the lead, per usual, but this time it reached a point where he was eager to agree when you asked if he was ready.

Though, at this moment, he was coming to regret that excited confirmation he had delivered earlier.

“Oh,” you verbalized from the junction of Jisung’s neck following the sudden stall in his movements. “Did you…?”

A faint whimper escapes from Jisung’s lips, visibly coming down from his evident climax. You watch as Jisung’s eyes flutter open, his face soon contorting into a look of sheer horror, dropping his head to where your bodies met to witness the scene completely for himself.

“Oh my god…” he mumbles in what you read as bewilderment, his head snapping back to speak to you.

“___, I am so sorry.” Jisung sputters out immediately.

A fond laugh fights its way through you, and you shake your head to mask it away. “No, no. It’s okay, Ji’…”

You try to comfort him, but his flushed face remains puffy with frustration. Your hands that come to coddle his bloated cheeks do little to soothe his nerves. Jisung huffs, undoubtedly upset with himself.

“Hey, look at me.” You urge his gaze to meet your own, he finds your eyes soft and a tender smile playing at your lips. Jisung finds his heart rate slowing at this, the pad of your thumb that smoothes over his tense jaw aiding in his relaxation.

“We can stop, if you want?”

Jisung inhales sharply, squeezing his eyes shut as if once he opens them back up that this moment will have never happened. But you’re still there, waiting patiently for his answer.

He thinks for a moment. There was a thought that spoke to him, to keep going as he knew how long you both had waited for this night. But the weight of his reality felt like it was physically crushing him too much to listen.

“Uh, yeah. I think that’d be best…” He answers meekly and you reluctantly nod.

His room falls silent besides from the rustling of you assisting him with pulling out and the bed creaking under his weight as he plops in the spot next to your body. You regretfully sit up after only experiencing time on your back momentarily, sparing a solemn look to Jisung who’s large hands hide his face.

“You okay?” Your voice is gentle as you probe him.

Jisung clears his throat, revealing his face briefly when he sits up on his elbows to address you. It’s painted a furious pink from what you assume is his embarrassment and shimmers with sweat. “Yeah, I just—uh— need a minute.”

Understanding of him, you decide to slip away to handle yourself. “Okay, well, I’ll be in the bathroom.”

“Mhm.” Jisung nods, watching you intently as you slide from the mattress, grabbing his once discarded tee, and trail to the nearby bathroom before disappearing behind the door.

His body meets his bed again with a thud, shielding his hot face away with his hands once again.

II. JUDGEMENT FREE ZONE

It takes a number of business days before Jisung can even work up the courage to see you in person, let alone mention what had transpired that night. The memory had been gnawing away at him since, every time he blinked, or tried to sleep, your nonplus reaction to his “premature” arrival was all he could see.

There was no way he could bring it up in conversation just yet… at least not to you.

“You what?!” Renjun exclaims in absolute horror.

“He lasted thirty seconds!” Chenle gleefully responds for Jisung, still coming down from the belly-splitting laughing fit he had just went through before informing Renjun.

Brazenly (and stupidly), Jisung had decided he was fed up with his set of circumstances— trusting his best-friend and roommate, Chenle, with the information that had landed him in this unfortunate position.

But very quickly, he realized just how much of a mistake that was.

Jisung sighs frustratedly— sparing the brunette a piercing glare before angling his attention back to Renjun, “It was more like a minute and a half…”

“Oh, Jisung, that’s still not good.” Renjun comes over, slowly sitting on the opposite side of his junior.

“I know.” Jisung physically slumps in his spot, a cutesy pout on his face.

A tight-lipped, earnest smile graces Renjun’s face and he places a comforting hand on Jisung’s shoulder. “Did you at least help her?”

Jisung asks blankly, confused. “With what?”

Renjun pauses alongside Chenle, both of them sharing a horrified look while Jisung looks between them like a neonate dear.

“You didn’t help her?!” Chenle screeches, eyes bulging and eyebrows angled in complete confusion.

“Do what?!” Jisung bellows, now frustrated.

“Jisung, even I know what you’re supposed to do for your girlfriend in the event you.. finish early…” Renjun voices deeply and careful enough for his friend’s digestion.

Jisung pauses for a moment, picking apart Renjun’s words before making a face of understanding.“I— oh, well she said she’d take care of it!”

“Still,” Renjun sighs, taking a moment to calm himself. “you’re supposed to offer, man.”

“I’ve got to tell Mark about this…” Chenle shakes his head, already typing in the group chat.

III. SECOND OPINION(S)

“Dude…”

Mark’s face is twisted in an expression Jisung can only decipher as disbelief, a common emotion he’s encountered since filling in his friend group on his situation.

“I know, I know. It’s not a good look.”

Donghyuck scoffs amusedly, having stopped in on the conversation after overhearing the absurd topic. “It’s an awful look, actually. How do you cum in thirty seconds without getting your girl off after?”

“It wasn’t—“ Jisung sighs, gathering himself. “I don’t know. I have no idea what I’m doing.” He recedes, sinking into the material of the couch that supported him, Mark, and Jaemin.

“Well, ___ knows this, right?” Jeno pipes from beside Donghyuck after remaining silent the whole debriefing session.

Jisung shifts in his spot, shrinking from the burning gazes of his friends as they wait for him to overshare. “Yeah, I mean, we talked about it before. But she has experience, and— I dunno— I thought I’d at least do okay…”

“Ah, Jisung. No ones ever perfect doing anything for the first time.” Jaemin plants a rather rough yet consoling pat on the younger’s back.

“I was.” Donghyuck interjects, a smug look on his face while shrugging his shoulders.

Renjun scoffs, shoving the back of the former’s head from his positioning— leaning over the same couch Donghyuck happened to be sprawled across. “You cried.”

“Aht!“ Donghyuck rubs his head, snapping around to correct his friend. “That was the second time!”

Mark sighs deeply, drawing the attention away from his friends’ squabble. “Jisung, have you both talked about it since?”

Jisung anxiously plays with his ear, pouting. “Well, no, even if I wanted to I just don’t know what I’d say…” It was a true concern for him. He had muddled over the scenario in his about a dozen times at this point, and every time he couldn’t find the appropriate words to say to you— even if you weren’t even really there.

“Sorry for only lasting thirty seconds?” Chenle wickedly suggests, earning yet another warning glare from Jisung.

“Ou, if you don’t know how to say it, you could always get a cake!” Donghyuck piles on, promptly earning another wack to his head— this time Jeno is the unamused culprit.

“Look, next time you see her, just be honest.” Jaemin advises, effectively drowning out the whining of his battered friend who claimed Chenle deserves the lashings because he commented first.

Jisung nods, considering it but not with another issue forming in his mind. “Okay, well… what about… you know...”

“The sex?” A handful of them chime in response.

The younger boy’s lips form a tight, shy line, obviously still finding the topic a bit taboo. “Yes, yes— that. What am I supposed to do? I don’t want a repeat of last time…”

“Just watch a bunch of porn, that’s what I did.” Donghyuck recommends, still testing his luck.

Exhausted, Renjun simply lets his eyes pierce into the back of his friend’s head for a moment before sighing.

“How about we don’t do that and just give you some pointers, hmm?”

Jisung claps his hands together, liking that nugget of advice way more than Donghyuck’s, who sits offended, tongue infamously poking his cheek.

“Okay, sounds good.”

IV. H.T.P.A.S.Y.G 101

Now, when Jisung was told that everyone would be meeting in he, Chenle, and Renjun’s shared living room to “give him pointers”, he didn’t necessarily expect to be surrounded by his friends while his television displayed a slide show.

Surprisingly, Donghyuck ran the operation with his laptop perched on the armrest on the opposite couch, even after his treatment the other night.

“Alright, Jisung, welcome to how to please and satisfy your girl 1-0-1!” Donghyuck stands at the center of the room, gesturing towards the screen that projects the title ‘H.T.P.A.S.Y.G 101’— along with throwaway stock photos of couples experiencing varied emotions.

“Woah. Did you make this?” Jisung voices, foolishly impressed with his friend’s set-up.

Donghyuck’s facials drop, “No. It was already a template on Canva.” He deadpans while Jisung makes a motion of understanding.

Collectively, his friends blink ludicrously at Jisung’s naïveté. “He made it, Jisung-ie…” Jaemin clarifies slowly.

“Ah,” the latter nods, embarrassment creeping up his skin.

Donghyuck shakes his head before putting the attention back on the screen where he flips to the next slide, automatically does Jisung pull out his phone to retain the coming information.

“Okay, first rule, don’t come in thirty seconds.”

A cacophony of snickers and tittering emerge from the group at Jisung’s expense.

“I— how long are you guys gonna run with this?” Jisung cringes, regretting all over again even including the detail of his duration.

The man in the center staggers back into his spot, pretending to wipe away fallen tears. “I’m sorry it’s too funny…”

“Now! It may seem hard but the last thing we want is a redo of what happened last time, yes?” Jisung nods shamefully, lips tight.

“Next rule, be a giver. Down the line you can find out whether or not she prefers it but to start, you wanna take charge and get your girl off.”

Jisung hums, his focus being the ever growing list on his phone-screen. Curious, Jeno peers over at him.

“A—are you seriously taking notes?” He furrows his brows at the open tab in Jisung’s notes app.

“Hey, he’s a diligent learner!” Donghyuck waves a warning finger towards Jeno before turning to reassure Jisung. “Don’t worry, Jisung, the best students study.”

He addresses his older friend’s defense of him briefly, already having questions about the lesson. “When we say… get her off— what do you mean?”

“Eat her out, Jisung.” Chenle interjects flatly.

“Oh.” Jisung’s head bobs slowly. “And how do I do that?”

The “teacher” sucks his teeth, “Christ, do we have to teach you everything?”

Jisung just blinks in response, earning a tired sigh from Donghyuck, “I’ll send you some material after class.”

“Okay.” Jisung nods.

“Third rule! Take it slow. Kind of ties back into rule one but can be used elsewhere. Listen, I know you’re a bit of a fumbling mess but at least try and make it seem like you know what you’re doing.”

Despite the directed jab, Jisung continues to diligently jot down Donghyuck’s advice.

“What does ___ like, do you know?” Mark pipes.

“Sexually?” The boy’s eyes go wide, a bit startled.

Mark snorts, “I’m not asking for her favorite food, man,”

Jisung breathes out a sheepish laugh, “Ah, well, she’s kinda sensitive around the ears…”

Donghyuck claps, startling Jisung but effectively grabbing his attention, “Alright, involve that! Kiss, lick, suck for all I care. You gotta do something that’ll turn her on, you can’t just whip your dick out and stop there, got it?”

“Got it.” Jisung re-affirms, intently copying down every word that leaves his friends’ mouths.

“Well, I think that’s enough for today,” Donghyuck nods, clearly proud of himself.

“Thank god.” Jaemin sighs exasperatedly, earning himself a warning look from Donghyuck. The latter rolls his eyes, smiling at Jisung who overviews what he’s learnt so far.

“You seem like you picked up well, I’ll quiz you after you watch the material.”

Jeno snorts, “You do know you’re not an actual teacher, right?”

Donghyuck smugly smirks, propping his hands onto his hips.

“Don’t be a hater, Jen’. If you want a lesson, you can just ask. Don’t think I forgot about what Iseul said— agh!” Swiftly, Jeno starts strangling Donghyuck to cut him off, the ladder dramatically flopping on the couch behind him and taking the older boy with him.

Using the commotion to his advantage, Renjun swoops in to take a seat next to Jisung, who quietly reviews his notes in the midst of the chaos.

“And Jisung,”

“Hmm?” The younger glances up from his notes.

“Don’t forget that the reason we’re here is because ___ likes you. Not what you can do for her in bed or any tricks these idiots are telling you to do…”

“Ah, okay.”

“I mean, we all mean well— even Donghyuck— but what matters most is that you’re yourself. That’s what ___’s most attracted to, right?”

“Yeah, I guess…” Jisung answers hesitantly.

“Right. Maybe you should watch that video Donghyuck sends you, though.” Renjun suggests a bit quieter, though his urgency remains evident.

Jisung laughs at his older friend, nodding in understanding. “Will do!”

V. ACT TWO

The next you spend genuine alone time with Jisung is two weeks following the whole incident, you’re grateful that he’s grown comfortable again with skin-ship. Missing nights like these where you two were able to wordlessly cuddle up together without an evident damper hanging over the room. Of course, you’d love to address that night. Maybe even give it another try but unless Jisung makes it clear that he’s comfortable with it, you suppress any and all thoughts about it.

Much to your liking, the night carried on like usual. No roommates to interrupt your skinship, or to witness the chaste kisses you gave each other. But in the midst of watching the second film Jisung had gladly let you choose— you realize just how touchy he’s getting.

A typical reserved hand that would be perched on your hip was playing with the hem of your shorts, igniting the bare skin with every brief graze.

Curious, you angle your head upwards on Jisung’s shoulder, immediately drawing his attention from the screen and down to you.

“You okay?” You inquire, an eyebrow raising. You tried to hide your excitement but the grin that found your features was an obvious giveaway that you were losing.

Jisung simply hums, his hands still stationed in their new territory. You nod, “Okay…” and instinctively crane your head up to signal a kiss.

Quickly, Jisung obliges, meeting you halfway and connecting your lips. Your intent was for it to be just like the other kisses that happened tonight. Quick, sweet, no alternative intent, but that was clearly not Jisung’s shared intention.

When you depart, he follows, and you have no problem in giving him what he wants. The kiss is extended, the hand on your thigh tightening in grip. You match Jisung’s vigor, equally biting at his lips and easing your tongue in his mouth when his own licks at your entrance. But you have to say you were not expecting this.

Soon, Jisung’s body was angled nearly on top of you and he showed no signs of stopping. Both hands now on your waist as he titled you backwards, still intently keeping your mouths fixed together.

“Oh, hello?” You manage to get out.

“Hi.”

Jisung takes control, which is very unusual since typically you’ll straddle him when making out. But you allow it to happen, your back meeting the bed as Jisung kisses you passionately. This kiss is much different than one you’ve ever shared with him, normally he’s way more reserved— even before your first time he was shy, but obviously a fire has been lit under him to redeem himself.

You’re the first to pull away, not moving far but just enough to be able to catch your breath. Jisung has never kissed you speechless before, but you’re okay if this was to become your new reality.

“Jisung…”

He ignores you, kissing down your neck while his large hands grope you. He's hungry, his teeth grazing against your skin in rotation with his suckling but his bruises still feel like heaven— you didn’t even know he was capable of leaving such marks.

Jisung’s cold hands are suddenly under your shirt, lifting the large garment that once belonged to him over your naked breasts. One of them even snaking down to your thin sleep shorts while the other remains to thumb at your now perked nipples.

“Oh— Jisung, wait!” Pausing your pleasure to confront your boyfriend.

He looks at you in surprise, as if he’s been caught doing something wrong.

“Are you sure about this?” You ask carefully.

“I wanna make you feel good…” he replies as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world, you blink— slowly gathering yourself as Jisung continues to kiss down your abdomen and eventually to the center of your legs.

You stutter when you feel his hot breath on your core, it’s been so long you’ve had anything like this, you hate to say you’ve been waiting on it but fuck— you have been.

“Ji…” your hand cups the back of his nape, the other replacing his hand that once toyed with your chest.

Jisung gazes up at you, a look that reads that he’s asking you for permission. He quickly drinks up how he’s got you, shirt pushed to your over your breasts— leaving them on display, you look down at him— almost pained while you wait for his next move, lip tucked in between your teeth— a thumb to your own nipple.

Final inch of resolve snapping, Jisung flattens his warm tongue over your sleep shorts, humming instantaneously when his muscle meets the fabric. It’s lewd but he can’t help himself, especially when he encounters the already wet stain in the seat of your bottoms. He quickly gets to work, though, savagely his tongue ravishes you with one measly layer keeping him from fully tasting you.

The sight is one to see, your routinely sweet and respectful boyfriend with his head between your legs— tongue lapping and dancing around your cunt through your shorts.

You can barely take anymore, you need him. You didn’t care what his level of skill was, you needed more stimulation than this.

Jisungs jumps back a bit when you sit up to interrupt him, the shorts being slipped off. “Ji, please, please, keep going,” both of your legs are back on either side of his head, this time your bare, silky cunt on full display. No longer hidden by the baby blue bottoms.

You’re practically begging, your hips involuntarily shifting closer and closer to Jisung’s face as you wait. Jisung couldn’t believe his eyes, you’ve never really begged for him before. Not like this, so vulnerable. His tent had pitched ages ago but the strain he felt watching you now was a different kind of pain.

His newfound confidence falters a bit, wordlessly nodding up at you with wet eyes before obediently lapping at your cunt again. You throw your head back as a whimper rips through you, shifting back onto your elbows to play with your chest again. Not forgetting to keep one hand anchored in Jisung’s hair.

His movements are cautious at first, proving that this is definitely his first time but once he finds a pace that seemingly fits you best, he carries on with it. He alternates between sucking your throbbing clit to dipping his tongue deeper in your folds to tongue at your hole. You’d ask him where he learned that from but you’re too caught up with how good it feels that the question burns out on your tongue.

Before you know it, you’re close to coming already. With it being so long since you've had this, paired with the uncontrollable moans Jisung emits as he restlessly laps up all your juices, you can’t take much more.

“Fuck, Jisung. I’m close…”

Jisung hums, unaware just what that does for you. You whine pulling his hair tighter, in return it’s his turn to whimper. It’s uncomfortable, as he’s realized from the past times you’ve tugged his hair but he would never stop you.

“God, please don’t stop,” With Jisung’s locks entirely in your grasp, you can’t stop yourself from grinding your cunt upwards. Jisung takes a beat to adjust but realizes what you want, he shifts down a bit. The tip of his nose giving your clit the friction it so desperately desires while his tongue draws sloppy circles around your entrance.

You groan, the knot in your stomach tightening. You’re almost intelligible with your blubbering but Jisung manages to make out that you’re— in fact— about to come.

Jisung takes what he’s learned from his lessons and even earlier from this encounter and lets his tongue dip in and out of your hole faintly, giving you little stimulation that leads you closer while you grind on his face.

His quick shift leads your orgasm to come crashing down on you. Jisung’s face is pulled flush to your pussy as you come but he could care less, he watches keenly with wide eyes as you lurch upward, riding his face until you finally come down completely.

His room is still for a moment but Jisung is so absolutely enthralled with the moment and how he’s just made you unravel before him. Gluttonous, he doesn’t wait much longer before he’s dipping back into your folds. Lapping at you and especially your hole, he feels like a madman. The taste of you sends shivers down his spine, your surprised noises only egging him on.

“Oh my god, Ji! Wait, wait, oh,” the intrusion of Jisung’s middle finger is completely foreign but welcomed.

Where the hell was he learning this all from?

Jisung continues to work you open, never neglecting your folds and clit for a moment.

“Ji, if you don’t stop,” you shudder, trying to gather your bearings. “I’m gonna come.”

“Want it,” he moans against your pussy. “Do it again for me, pretty.”

It feels as if you’ve been thrown into the Twilight Zone. Never has Jisung said your nickname in such a tone, so deep and dripping with lust. Butterflies erupt in your stomach, taking your mind off his dual stimulation for just a moment.

With the addition of Jisung’s lengthy digit that now pops in and out of you, it doesn’t take long for your second orgasm to hit, you cry out for your boyfriend again— this time instinctively begging for some control. But your pleas fall on deaf ears, it’s like he’s dead set on keeping his face between your legs, it’s becoming too much at this point. If you two were gonna do this, you wanted him to get something out of it too.

“Fuck, Jisung, too much!”

Jisung snaps from his reverie, all of his ministrations drawing back with his head peeking from between your thighs in concern. You’re finally able to catch your breath, smiling down at him to quell his apparent anxiety. Shyly, he smiles back.

He clears his throat, “Are you okay?”

You laugh at this, still struggling to stabilize your breathing while your body pulsed with what could either be desire or exhaustion. “I am. Better than ever, actually. Are you?”

“Mhm. I uh— I didn’t hurt you or anything?”

“No, Ji, I just don’t think I’d be able to take another orgasm just yet.”

“Oh, okay.” He nods.

You giggle at him, how insane was it that he completely left you dumbstruck on two separate occasions just seconds ago and was acting all reserved the next.

“C’mere,” you open up your arms to him. He rushes to you. Giving you what you want and joining your lips. He's completely unaware just how wet his face is until it’s on your’s and he finds it a bit embarrassing.

But you don’t falter at all, instead kissing him deeply while your hands unmistakably find the boner hitched in his sweats.

Jisung stutters, physically jolting out of the kiss. “Uh, do you wanna move onto that so soon?”

“Well, I don’t want to be the only one who gets off. That’s not fair to you, is it?”

“I’ll be happy as long as you’re satisfied…”

“Ji,” you wipe away your juices that have gathered on his chin.

“Hmm?”

“I’m only satisfied when I know you are too, now, strip.”

Jisung nearly lets a ‘yes, ma’am’ slip from his throat before he hurriedly slips off his clothes. You laugh at how cute he is, removing your own shirt.

“Now, boss, how do you wanna do this?”

“Uh— however you want—“

“Jisung.”

He sighs at the call of his name from your lips, gulping as you stare up to him. “How about… on your stomach?”

“Oh? You don’t want to see my pretty face, hmm?”

“No! I mean, of course I do! You don’t have to—“

“Ji, baby, I’m fucking with you. I’d love to.” with that you roll over, grabbing one of Jisung’s pillows before slipping it under you.

“Oh.” Jisung sighs, the sight of you obeying him and propping yourself up effectively sending more strain to his member.

“Well don’t stop now, come on,” you reach a hand back for Jisung to grab. He obliges, walking to the edge of the bed, and grabbing your hand. He recalls this position from the couple of ”study materials” Donghyuck had sent and he joins you on the bed, shuffling on his knees till his cock hovers your ass.

You shift under him, hiking your ass higher to encourage him to stick his length in. He takes the message and grips his cock, he doesn’t think he’s ever been this hard before.

When he finally lines himself up and sinks inside of you, he hisses while you whimper. Jisung’s hands are practically godsend but nothing, and you mean nothing compares to his dick. You haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since your first time. And always found yourself a tad bit disappointed whenever he would turn you down following it.

“Fuck, Ji, you’re so big, baby,” you groan, trying to adjust as his heavy cock continues to stretch you open.

Jisung can only huff, holding onto his last ounce of control. He's about to come, he can feel it. His hips still, knowing if he moves anymore he’ll end up spoiling this again.

“Oh, please keep moving,” you whine, taking matters into your own hands and pushing your hips back to pick up where he has left off.

“Shit, ___, wait—“ Jisung braces his broad hands against your back, stilling you for a moment. Your head cranes back, concerned but still evidently in need.

“I— I’m about to come…” he speaks weakly, almost as if he’s embarrassed. Which he absolutely is.

You pout, confused with his display of shame.

“That’s fine, baby. Just don’t stop, please, I need you.” The sound of you begging while continuing to grind your ass on his cock sends Jisung absolutely reeling. His eyes squeeze shut, sighing heavily before allowing you to meet him halfway. Your own movements make you purr in delight, you continue to grind against him, and Jisung finds his hips moving too.

He snaps into you, chasing your cunt when you pull away. You moan in surprise, Jisung finally melting and leaning down to stabilize himself as his hips find a shallow pace.

He groans, hiding his flustered face in the junction of your shoulder.

“___…” Jisung pants.

“It’s okay, you can come, fuck, come for me, baby…”

It takes one sharp thrust before Jisung completely loses himself, releasing an almost pained groan into your neck. He continues to jaggedly move in and out of you while you feel him release himself in you, his load spurting along your walls and escaping onto the surrounding areas.

You helplessly moan at the feeling, a bit disappointed when your boyfriend’s eager hips cease to a stop.

“Hmm. Feel better?” You lilt, propping your chin on your shoulder to get the best glimpse of him.

Jisung shudders, breathing out a small laugh. “Yeah, I— sorry…”

“It’s okay, babe. Now, pull out.”

“Hmm? Oh, right!” He heeds to your directions, easing out of you but not without some slither of sadness. He had done it again. Sure, he made you cum but he barely lasted a few minutes inside of you like he had hoped.

Promptly, you shuffle onto your back, cracking your legs open. Shocked, Jisung’s gaze drops to your cunt, now messily decorated with a glistening mix of his semen, saliva, and your own cum.

“You didn’t think that was it, did you?”

Jisung blinks because he absolutely thought you two were finished for the night. You chuckle, hooking your legs around Jisung’s thighs.

“I’m not done with you just yet, Ji’…”

It’s hard for Jisung to shield his excitement, gladly positioning himself in front of you. He grips himself to align with you once again, allowing his other hand to plant by your head.

He could die right now and be absolutely satisfied, Jisung thinks as you suck him back in your walls. His face hovers your own, watching intently as your features scrunches in pleasure.

Quickly adjusting to the sensation of him stretching you out again, you take note of how statuesque he is,“Move, babe.” You gently remind.

“Right, sorry—“ Jisung takes a moment to laugh at himself, garnering an endeared smile from you.

Your hands extend up to hold his face. “No more apologizing, okay?” Jisung nods along with you in response, his heart swelling at your tender act of affection despite him being several inches inside of you.

“Okay, sor— ahem, okay…” you giggle at his immediate slip up, and Jisung arranges his hips in a way that instantly takes your mind off of it, starting to rock into you once more, now both having climaxed once (or twice, in your case)— sensitivity strikes you both but there’s no way that was gonna stop either of you.

“Feel so good,” you hum.

“Yeah?” Jisung asks, innocently, keeping his rhythm as sound as possible.

“Mhm. Don’t stop, okay?”

“I won’t.” Jisung solidifies, finding confidence in being able to see your face and how you visually react to his movements. His hips begin to reel back a greater distance, snapping into you with a fervor that leaves you crying for more.

The obscene sound of Jisung’s thighs repeatedly crashing into your own fill the room, paired with the whine of his name from your lips and the sploshing sound of the wetness between your legs.

Unfortunately, Donghyuck’s voice echoes in his mind, but for good reason. Removing himself from your hold a bit, Jisung leans down to start pecking your ear.

You hum in satisfaction, shuddering under him.

He knew you well, he could still recall the first time he accidentally grazed the area of your ear with his lips. You lurched away with embarrassment washing over you but he had found it to be one of the cutest things in the world. Not many things could pacify you like that, but a little love to your ear did.

You arch yourself into your boyfriend when his tongue darts out of his mouth to flick the shell of your ear, your new positioning encouraging the depth of Jisung’s length. It doesn’t help that Jisung has found his pacing, a mind-numbing repetition of the head of his cock grazing the precise spot that leaves your vision spotty with stars.

“Shit, M’gonna come,” you aimlessly exclaim, the strength you’d usually have to filter your thoughts from useless babble existing no longer.

Jisung hums, continuing to lap at your ear, taking Donghyuck’s nonchalant advice and running with it. You gasp in elation when you feel Jisung suckle at your ear, nipping it before it leaves his mouth.

“Fuck, who taught you this?” Restless, you bring his face back to meet yours, you find your boyfriend’s pupils completely blown out and eyes lidded heavily. You trace his furrowed eyebrows to his parted puffy lips.

Jisung leans down, your inquiry not reaching him whatsoever. Your lips meet and you whimper into the kiss, it’s wet and noisy. Your muscles searching for the best taste of each other.

Your third orgasm was barrelling towards you quickly, and you find yourself looking for anything to give you stability. Mindlessly, your hand traces the distance from Jisung’s face to one of his hands that remains planted on the bed beside you.

Without a second thought does he intertwine your fingers, pressing your joined palms into the mattress as he begins to lose momentum.

“Please keep going,” you wail. ”I’m gonna come.”

Jisung nods, his lips tucked between his teeth as he tries to keep himself together for you. He watched you contort and writhe in pleasure, now becoming familiar with your body’s pattern before a climax.

Your free hand travels to Jisung’s broad back, leaving traces of yourself with savagely placed scratches. He winces, the sting of your fingernails against his back throwing him off but simultaneously driving him to keep going. His own features scrunching to alert you that he himself was close to snapping.

“Ah, please, please—!” You whine, bracing yourself, deliberately pulling Jisung flush to you the best you could to milk to most friction out of him as possible. Your shallow yank is enough to have the large man toppling over and on top of you.

The desired stimulation of your clit grazing against Jisung is enough to coax your next orgasm out of you. You cum, angling your hips to take as much as Jisung could still offer. It doesn’t take long for him to be right there with you, whining while his hips buck aimlessly into you. Your sounds are equal in desperation, both racing to chase your highs.

“Oh.” Your hands aid Jisung’s hips toward you as he continues to release his seed inside of you until he finally fully collapses onto your body.

Serenity returns to Jisung’s room, the pair of you well past the point of exhaustion to move an inch. Jisung, seemingly coming to, is the first to move (much to your dismay). He grunts, peeling himself from your sticky with sweat body and peering down at you for a moment.

It lingers, his study of you. And typically, he was the one who would shy away from such intense eye contact but you find your eyes flitting away first. You’ve never had someone be so engrossed with you, with your satisfaction, so worried with pleasing you.

Jisung breathes out a laugh, “What?”

“Nothing.” You shake your head, equally as giddy.

“You’re shy?”

“No,” you suck your teeth, fighting the smile that threatens to give you away, “just wanna know why you’re staring…”

“Mm. Is staring at my pretty girlfriend so wrong?”

“…Hmm,” you pause as if you’re thinking for a moment. “No. I guess not.” You shrug.

“Good.” Jisung bends down to peck your lips before fully removing himself from on top of you. He sighs when his back flops on the bed beside you.

“Okay but seriously, where the hell did all of that come from?”

Jisung chuckles at the urgency in your voice, shifting to lay on his side. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you…”

“Pfft. After tonight I think I’m more open to any possibilities…”

“Hmm… okay, it was Donghyuck.” Jisung admits bashfully.

Immediately does your mouth gape open in absolute disbelief. “No fucking way.”

“See!”

“Donghyuck—? He taught you all of that?!”

“Well, I studied and kind of just… went with the flow I guess?” Jisung shrugs as if it’s nothing.

“Wow. For a second there I was scared he gave you one-on-one lessons…”

“Woah,” Jisung blinks, shocked that you precisely assumed what he had purposefully left out of the exchange. “Believe it or not, he tried.”

“I believe it,” You giggle, the ridiculous image flashing in your mind and leaving just as quick as it came.

“I guess I have to give him his flowers then.” you sigh, a hand extending to brush away Jisung’s fallen fringe so you can fully see his face. He fights a smile back, helping you by sweeping his hair back.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah… I don’t think I have to tell you how great you were.” You snort, gesturing to your tired body. Jisung gladly follows your gaze, admiring your bareness once more.

Jisung hums, throwing an arm around your damp abdomen to tug you closer into him. You wordlessly oblige, sighing contently when your skin meets his again.

“Well, I think you were the star.” Jisung comments softly, his face now in your neck.

You coo silently, instinctively placing a hand on his jaw. “As much as I’d like to take credit, I can’t,” Jisung’s gaze shifts to your face when you tilt his head up.

“Not when you helped me through three orgasms.”

You peck your boyfriend’s lips as a form of punctuation. Though, you’re not able to drift far since Jisung’s mouth chases your own, deepening your once innocent kiss. You’re tired and your lips are beyond bruised but you just can’t help yourself. The way he hums from underneath you only intensifies your need for him.

While your mouth moves against his with conviction, tonguing at his lips to allow you more freedom, he finds his hands gravitating to your hips to give him some stability. Jisung sighs discontentedly when your lips disconnect, his eyes remaining shut for a beat before fluttering back open.

“Well, how do you feel about a fourth?” Jisung proposes carefully, though his expression shows that he’s clearly desperate for your agreement and for your lips to return to his own.

Quickly, your eyes widen in astonishment. “Really? Are you sure—?” Your worries are cut short by Jisung’s mouth. It’s short but effective in getting his point across.

He pulls away, an amused smirk on his face. “I’m sure.”

“Okay,” you giggle, finding yourself incredibly aroused by Jisung’s newfound confidence. You would certainly have to thank Donghyuck in some way for this abrupt change in your boyfriend’s behavior, unfortunately.

“Well let's not waste time then…”

© jigueminunbich 2024

[sweetiechenle]

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

pairing: jaemin x afab!reader

w.c.: 1.7k

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

requests are always open ＼( 'ω')／

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

jaemin just laughed and looked at you 'worth it'

[sourrpatched]

*+:｡.｡ dreamies x afab!reader period being late

cw; slight pregnancy mentions on some cause well duh, idk what else bro im half asleep 😞

a/n: sort of inspired by my period skipping a week, dw yall im good now also sorry for not updating i promise to start next week january has just been veryyy stress inducing… enjoy this for the meantime tho!

mark:

renjun:

jeno:

haechan:

jaemin:

chenle:

jisung:

[mahaewebs]

cry over dumplings (l.dh)

PAIRING ▸ boyfriend!haechan x reader WORD COUNT ▸ 500 WARNINGS ▸ sweetest bfie haechan, reader is very sensitive, reader has cries at anything syndrome NOTES ▸ hii this is my first post and im a bit nervous but oh well ... i live and breathe for soft boyfriend!haechan so probably expect a lot of him :) hope you'll enjoy this lil thing

You heard the door click open, then the familiar shuffle of Haechan’s steps. Your heart did this stupid thing it always did when he came home—a little leap, a little ache. The sound was soft like he was trying not to wake you up.

You were curled up on the couch in one of his big hoodies, the sleeves pulled over your hands, face half-buried in the worn fabric that still smelled like him.

The TV was still playing something, the volume low, a show you weren’t really watching. You didn’t move. Just listened.

Keys hit the ceramic dish by the door. A plastic bag rustled. The unmistakable scent of garlic and fried something drifted through the air, and your stomach rumbled.

You haven’t eaten since lunch.

“YN?” his voice was quiet, a little scratchy from laughing too much probably. “Baby, you awake?”

You didn’t answer right away, your throat felt thick from not having spoken in hours. You sat up slowly, rubbing at your eyes like you’d just woken up. 

“Hi,” you said, clearing your throat. “You’re back late.”

Haechan walked in, a little flushed from the cold and the alcohol he drank, dark hair tousled and cheeks pink. He was holding a plastic bag from your favorite spot; the one that always forgot the extra sauce unless he asked for it.

“Mark wanted dessert,” he said, setting the bag on the coffee table and crouching down beside you. “We argued for twenty minutes about cake versus ice cream, and somehow Johnny ended up being both.”

You gave him a tiny smile. “Sounds fun.”

“I bought back some good stuff for you that I thought would make you happy. Some things are new so we can try them together—”

“You brought me food?” you asked in shock.

Haechan halted his movements, stared at you in a frown for a moment like you’d just grown two heads and nodded. 

“Yes,” he answered, like it was the most natural thing in the world. “Did you eat today?”

“Not since lunch.”

He didn’t say anything for a moment. He reached into the bag, pulled out the container you always got, your exact order—down to the extra dumplings you only got when you’ve had a hard day.

“I thought maybe you didn’t,” he murmured. “So, I got your favorite. It’s still warm,” he passed you the container. “By the way, Mark has officially stolen your menu. He said he’s only going to order that from now on, so maybe try teasing him about having no personality. It’d be funny—are you crying?”

You shook your head, brushing your tears away with your (his) sleeve. “No. I’m just—god, I’m sorry. I am not crying over dumplings, I swear.”

He reached out, cupping the side of your face gently, his thumb brushing your cheekbone. 

“Yeah, you are,” he said, smiling a little. “But it’s okay, baby. You can cry over dumplings. Especially if they’re good ones.”

You laughed through your tears, the sound watery and embarrassed. “You’re too nice to me.”

“Actually, I think I’m not nice enough to you,” he said softly. You leaned into his hand, eyes closed, the scent of food and him and something safe wrapping around you all at once. The warmth of it—of him— settled in your chest like a balm.

[blueberry3241]

★彡 Nct dream reaction you just confessed to them

↷ Pairing : nct dream x reader ↷ Genre : Fluff, Romance, Slice of Life, Humor ↷ word count : 2,000 words

↳ Disclaimer : This is an original work of fiction. All characters, settings, and story elements are my own creation. Any resemblance to real people, places, or events is purely coincidental. Please do not reproduce, distribute, or adapt this work without my explicit permission.

↝Mark

You had been holding onto your feelings for Mark for so long, and today, you finally decided to let them out. It wasn’t a grand confession, just the two of you sitting on a bench in the park, sipping iced coffee, when you blurted out, “Mark, I like you. Like, like like you.”

He choked on his drink, coughing as his eyes widened. “Wait… what?” He turned to face you fully, eyes scanning your face as if to confirm he wasn’t hearing things.

You sighed, your heart pounding. “I’ve liked you for a while now. I just— I thought you should know.”

Mark ran a hand through his hair, letting out a nervous chuckle. “Wow… okay. That’s… I mean— I wasn’t expecting this, at all.” He rubbed the back of his neck, looking down at the ground before meeting your eyes again.

There was a long pause before he grinned, that signature Mark Lee smile that made your heart race. “You’re serious? Like, really?”

You nodded, biting your lip.

A deep breath later, Mark exhaled a laugh. “That’s crazy… because I was literally just thinking about confessing to you.”

Your eyes widened. “Wait, what?”

He laughed again, shaking his head. “I thought I had more time to prepare something cooler than this, but… yeah. I like you too.” He reached out, hesitating before gently grabbing your hand. “Guess we’re really in this together now, huh?”

↝Renjun

Renjun was sketching at his desk when you decided to confess. His room smelled like paint and coffee, the soft hum of music playing in the background. You sat beside him, nervously picking at your sleeves.

“Renjun,” you started, voice quieter than usual.

“Hm?” He didn’t look up, too focused on the details of his drawing.

“I like you.”

His pencil stopped mid-stroke. Silence filled the room.

Slowly, he turned his head toward you, his face a mix of confusion and shock. “What?”

You swallowed. “I like you. A lot. I just… I couldn’t keep it in anymore.”

Renjun blinked at you, his lips parting slightly. He looked down at his sketchbook as if searching for answers in his own art. Then, with a small, nervous laugh, he finally met your gaze again.

“I— I don’t know what to say,” he admitted, rubbing his temple. His ears were red, and you could tell he was struggling to process everything. “You seriously like me?”

“Yes, Renjun,” you assured him, smiling a little at his flustered reaction. “I do.”

He covered his face with his hands, mumbling something under his breath before peeking at you through his fingers. “You’re gonna have to give me a minute. My heart wasn’t ready for this.”

You giggled, and after a deep breath, he put his hands down and gave you a small, shy smile. “You really just said that out of nowhere… But, um, yeah. I like you too. A lot.”

↝Jeno

You and Jeno had always been close, but you never knew how to bring up your feelings. It wasn’t until the two of you were playing video games at his dorm that you finally decided to confess.

During a break, you sighed, putting your controller down. “Jeno, I need to tell you something.”

He turned to you, raising an eyebrow. “What’s up?”

You took a deep breath. “I like you. More than a friend.”

For a moment, Jeno just stared at you, blinking as if processing your words. Then, to your surprise, he smirked. “Took you long enough.”

Your jaw dropped. “Wait—what?”

Jeno chuckled, leaning back against the couch. “I had a feeling, but I wanted to see when you’d finally say it.”

You groaned, throwing a pillow at him, which he easily caught. “And you didn’t think to say anything first?”

He shrugged, looking at you with soft eyes. “I was waiting for you.” Then, after a beat, he reached over, ruffling your hair before letting his fingers linger against your cheek. “For the record, I like you too.”

Your face heated up at the way he was looking at you, his expression gentle yet teasing.

“So… does this mean I finally get to take you on a date?” he asked, smirking again.

You rolled your eyes, but your heart was soaring. “Yeah, Jeno. It does.”

↝Haechan

You and Haechan were alone at the practice room, waiting for the others. He was messing with his phone while you paced nervously before blurting out, “I like you, Haechan.”

He looked up instantly, his eyes wide with surprise. For the first time, he was speechless.

Then, slowly, a mischievous grin spread across his face. “Wait, say that again?”

You groaned. “I like you. Don’t make me say it twice.”

He leaned back, smirking. “Wow. I always knew I was irresistible.”

You rolled your eyes. “Forget it, I take it back.”

Haechan quickly sat up, grabbing your wrist before you could walk away. His usual playful look softened as he said, “Hey, hey. I’m just messing with you.”

You sighed, crossing your arms. “Then stop teasing.”

He chuckled before looking at you seriously. “I like you too, you know. Have for a while.”

You blinked. “Wait, seriously?”

He nodded, a genuine smile playing on his lips. “Yeah. I just didn’t think you’d ever say it first.” Then, tilting his head playfully, he added, “Does this mean I can call you mine now?”

Your face turned bright red as he laughed.

↝Jaemin

Jaemin and you were watching a movie at his place, sharing a blanket. The warm atmosphere gave you the courage to finally confess.

“Jaemin,” you whispered.

He hummed, turning his head slightly toward you. “Yeah?”

You took a deep breath. “I really like you.”

For a moment, he didn’t say anything, simply staring at you. Then, a slow, bright smile took over his face. “You do?”

You nodded, feeling nervous.

Jaemin’s eyes softened as he reached out, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “That makes me really happy. Because I like you too.”

Your heart skipped a beat. “You do?”

He laughed, his dimples showing. “Of course, silly. How could I not?”

Without hesitation, he intertwined his fingers with yours, squeezing your hand gently. “So, how does dinner tomorrow sound? I want to do this right.”

You smiled, feeling warmth spread through your chest. “I’d love that.”

↝Chenle

You and Chenle were in the middle of one of your usual playful arguments when you suddenly blurted out, “I like you.”

He froze mid-sentence, blinking. “What?”

You sighed, a little embarrassed. “I like you, okay?”

For a moment, he just stared. Then, suddenly, he burst out laughing.

You pouted. “Why are you laughing?!”

He shook his head, grinning. “Because I was just about to say the same thing.”

Your eyes widened. “Wait, what?”

Chenle smirked. “Great minds think alike, huh?” Then, grinning wider, he added, “So, since we like each other, does this mean I get to make fun of you even more now?”

You groaned, but your heart was fluttering.

↝Jisung

When you confessed to Jisung, his entire face turned bright red.

“You… you like me?” he stuttered, eyes wide.

You nodded, feeling shy yourself.

Jisung covered his face, mumbling, “Oh my God, what do I do?”

You giggled. “Maybe say something?”

He peeked at you before shyly smiling. “I, um… I like you too.”

Your heart soared as you laughed. “Really?”

He nodded, scratching the back of his head. “Yeah… but now I have to figure out how to ask you out.”

You grinned. “Take your time.”

He smiled, cheeks still red. “I will.”

[polarisjisung]

LOVE ON THE COURT

SYNOPSIS | every college student has their struggles, but raising her younger brother has Y/N top of the list, struggling her way through college whilst balancing her academics and basketball captaincy is difficult no doubt and with Jaemin, her ex best friend and captain of the guys basketball team, and his growing one sided hatred towards her, it doesn't seem to be getting any easier

PAIRINGS | basketball player! jaemin x fem! basketball player

GENRE | (one sided) enemies to lovers, childhood best friends to lovers, college au, kinda forced proximity

WARNINGS | swearing, sexual innuendos, probably some kys jokes along the way, more tba!

STATUS | complete !

PROFILES [1] — [2]

MAIN STORY

00— pretty privilege [prologue]

01— choke me

02— poor soul

03— affirmations & apologies

04—sorry, kys

05— rumour has it

06—the plan

07 — taehyun from 3rd grade?

08 — bitchless and broke

09 — enemies to what??

10 — a sticky situation

11 — dinner date?

12 —birthday party

13 — the ningstinct

14 — pretty boy jeongie

15 — win her back

16 — loverboy #1 & #2

17 — steal your girl

18 — jeno's boyfriend

19 — deranged and in denial

20 — ...with benefits?

21 — homie hopping??

22 — ass backwards

23 – sugar daddy sim

24 — freaky flirting

25 — withdrawal

26 — princess jaem

27 —we dig the grave tonight

28 — thug it out

29 — not again

30 — the phonics of psychology

31 — betrayal.

32 — art thou shakespeare

33 — falling into place

34 — fuck around and find out

35 — lo$er = lo♡er

36 — brutal clarity

37 — regret

38 — last night was a movie

39 — hoe era

40 — my love all mine

41 — loverboy reject

42 —take her out

43 — MY boyfriend

44 —kiss on the court

bonus chaps tba!

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[iluvlennie]

𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄𝐃 ✦ ❱ HAECHAN X FEM!READER

pairing : flynn rider!haechan (lee donghyuck) x rapunzel!fem!reader

genre : fantasy, romance, angst, humor, slowburn

description : you've been locked in your tower for years now, never seeing beyond what your window offered you. your mother has always told you it's to protect you and your special power. one day, a mysterious traveler stumbles upon the tower in search of a hiding spot and all kinds of escapades ensue.

warnings : use of pet/nick names, swearing, angst, manipulation, arguing, reader is depicted as blonde to fit in with the golden hair story, but nothing else about the reader is specified, violence, tba.

status : started on 16.03.2025.

fic wc: 9.5k

chapters :

chapter one : the tower's secret

chapter two : the lantern's promise

chapter three : a start to something new

chapter four : chaos and peace

chapter five : coming soon!

more chapters tba!

author's note : lowercase is intended. the plot of the tangled movie is not mine! this fanfiction was purely inspired by it. i'm not claiming i came up with it, however the writing is mine! now that that's out of the way, i literally was just listening to my liked playlist on spotify and a song from tangled came on and i thought about haechan for whatever reason (i know the reason, it's because i'm hopelessly in love with him /j) anyways... this is nawt my first ff ever, i have a bunch more, i just never posted any cause i'm really insecure about my writing. guess i'll never know if it's good if i never post anything. alright, i hope whoever reads this enjoys!! if anyone possibly wants to be tagged please either send me a message or comment under!! i'll happily tag you in future chapters! also, the updates may vary on my availability as i work quite a lot. i will try to push out chapters as much as i can, but be mindful that i am writing as i upload, so some chapters may be longer and some may be shorter and some chapters may take a little longer to be completed!

© iluvlennie — 2025 ✦ likes and reblogs are appreciated!!

[anniebeckcalla]

━━ꜱᴋᴇʟᴇᴛᴏɴ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇᴛ.

. a secret relationship with the dreamies

(bf! dream x reader) ◦ ₊ wc:809. ◦ ₊ cw:fluff, kissing, light skinship. ◦ ₊ lowercase intended ! ◦ ₊ navigation

ღ calla's note: i may have been a little top- heavy on jaemin and haechan’s parts, but who cares? enjoy!

𝘫𝘦𝘯𝘰

the room was crowded to the brim with happy party goers of all ages; from the crawling tots to the wobbly elders. you yawned as you checked your watch- parties like this tended to tire you out. you'd only come for your best friend, as it was her family's party- oh, and her older brother…you looked up from your watch to see jeno gazing directly at you from directly across the room, his mouth raised slightly in a smile. your ears and cheeks flushed as he tilted his head in a slight nod, a subtle reminder of how much he ached to be beside you instead of what felt like poles apart

𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬

the door shut behind you both as you staggered in, lips pressed tightly together, your breath coming out in heavy pants. mark pressed you against the wall, but you pulled away suddenly, pushing him away gently. ‘we shouldn't be doing this, mark. not right now.” mark’s eyebrows curved in a frown for a moment, but then he composed himself. “when will it ever be a good time, baby?” he muttered, taking your hips and pulling you towards him. you sighed, stroking the cropped hair at the back of his head when he nestled it upon your shoulder. “one day, when everyone knows about us, it'll be all day, I promise.”

𝘫𝘢𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯

with one arm casually draped across the back of your seat, jaemin maneuvered the car into a shady alley, eyes trained on the back window. at last, the car came to a stop. “this should be secluded enough for us,’ he concurred. his gaze softened as his eyes landed on your lips, and he cupped your face with one hand as he leaned in to kiss you. you took your time to kiss him; there was no rush. nobody would find you two here. jaemin pulled away gently, staying so close that your lips were still brushing. “i can't wait until we can do this without having to hide away,” he whispered, his thumb caressing your jawline.

𝘫𝘪𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘨

“did you do something nice with your hair today?” the girl had a huge smile plastered on her face, eyes sparkling as she gazed up at jisung. jisung smiled, but he wasn't looking at the girl. he was gazing across at you. “yes. i decided to do something special today,” he replied. “for someone i love dearly.” you beamed back at jisung, your heart bursting with more affection than you thought it could contain. none of jisung's admirers meant anything to him. it was only you, and nobody else. even if you two had to keep it on the low for now.

𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘭𝘦

“you never said we were coming to an abandoned basketball court!” you picked leaves off your jersey as you tried not to lose your balance from where you were squatted near a clump of nettles amongst other debris. chenle prodded gently at a thorn scratch on his cheek. “well, at least nobody would think to look here!” he smiled. “we're well and truly alone.” you rolled your eyes, but not unkindly. “I get the sentiment.” chenle shuffled closer to you. “I promise that I'll take you somewhere nice one day,” he said, taking your hand in his. “then we'll make it an official first date. we'll go anywhere you want.” you laid your head on his shoulder. “as long as we're together, I don't mind too much.”

𝘩𝘢𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯

you let out a sigh of delight as haechan tilted his head to deepen the kiss, his hands caressing your waist with gentle strokes. you suddenly broke apart as the door shook; someone was trying to get in. you watched on in horror, trembling slightly even after the rattling stopped. “good thing i secured that door shut first, right?” haechan laughed, pointing to the sliding lock at the top of the door. he held his arms open as he walked back towards you. “i am a genius.” “don't praise yourself too much,” you laughed as haechan wrapped his arms around your waist to resume the embrace.

𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘶𝘯

you yawned as you opened your eyes, smiling as you wrapped your arms around renjun's waist. in response, he traced lazy circles on your back, you nestled your head further into the nook of his neck, inhaling his soft smell of citrus and talc. whilst you were already at home, in your bedroom, your true abode was wherever renjun was. your phone pinged suddenly, and you leaned over to pick it up.

‘mum- i'll be home in 5 minutes!”

“you're going to have to go, renjun,” you sighed, and renjun nodded sadly, getting up immediately. “text me when I can come back, okay?” he said. you forced a smile on your face. “it won't always be like this-”

“I know, y/n, i know.”

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[jungaji]

when they miss you ౨ৎ

nct dream '00 line ㅤ♡

RENJUN (๑•ᴗ•๑)

you'll always know when renjun misses you because that's when he starts pulling out his mandarin. he calls you late at night, voice soft, laced with the longing he doesn’t really bother hiding,

“我真的好想你吖” (i miss you so much)

“几时才能见面呢？” (when will we get to meet?)

and even if you didn't know or understand chinese before, you've come to learn it after picking it up from him through these calls over time. he always tells you that it's enough to know just these pretty words, and that you don't need to know more.

each phrase or sentence he tells you carries a bit of his heart, and its those little 我爱你 (i love you) moments that linger with you, bridging any distance between the two of you.

JENO (.◜◡◝)

missing you is almost like a battle jeno tries not to lose. he'll pretend like its no big deal, acting like he's just casually checking in on you when he texts, “whatchu doing?”

you always tease him for how obvious he gets—especially because the moment you tell him he can come over, he's at your door before you can even blink.

you open it to find his cheeks flushed, his signature eye smile breaking out as he murmurs a quick and bashful “hi,” before he's pulling you close, lips crashing onto yours. from there, he's glued to your side, following you around whereever you go—even to the bathroom. “i just wanna be close to you!”

whether he's helping you out with little things around your house or just leaning against the wall watching you, his presence fills every corner, as if he can finally relax now that he's with you.

HAECHAN ʕ•Ⱉ•ʔ

being apart from you is a nightmare for hyuck. he's naturally clingy, always close whenever he's with you. but when he's away, its like his clinginess amplifies a thousand times.

if he's the one who's busy, he'll video-call you the second he has any free time, even if it's just a simple “hi”, he can't help but want to see your pretty face and hear your sweet voice.

and when you're the one who's busy? your phone will be bombarded with his texts, asking what you're doing, who you're with, and why you're not with him. if you take too long to respond, he starts sending texts like, “so what position are the two of you in rn?” or, “i know you hate me at least say it to my face.”

and just when you're about to nag at him for being ridiculous, he always makes sure to send you a selfie of himself, teary eyed with a cute pout, accompanied with a, “i just miss you :(”

JAEMIN ₍ᐢ ɞ̴̶̷ ̫ ɞ̴̶̷ ᐢ₎

jaemin swears he misses you all the time, but when the two of you are truly apart, he goes the extra mile to make sure you feel it too.

he's always checking in—texts asking if you've eaten, reminders to rest, and occasionally surprising you with food deliveries whenever he knows you haven't had the time to cook. acts of service come naturally to him—its his way of making sure you're taken care of even when he can't be there himself.

and then there are his calls. his voice soft but steady, filling any silence with gentle reminders of how much he misses you. he never lets the distance feel like an obstacle, his words reaching you with such warmth that its as if he's right there beside you.

“i wish i could be there by your side.”

authors notes: just a lil smth before i disappear for the next few weeks, school has been tough on me :,[ also ive never written in this format before but im really happy with how this turned out hehe i hope youll enjoy, happy reading<3