#nct u x male reader

[star-suh]

Product Testing

Park Jisung x Male Reader

cw: top jisung, bottom reader, cheating, yn has a girlfriend, straight to bi ig, rimjob, fingering, blowjob, handjob, face sitting, breeding, shower sex, they almost get caught, ripped clothes.

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“i'm so happy you can finally meet my family” yn's new girlfriend give little cute happy hops. the newly made couple was walking towards the girl’s house. yn was nervous, rumors said that she has a very serious brother, someone that would make even the devil himself would run away from him. even though he knows that's just bullshit he still was scared of meeting him.

the door opened, a lovely lady and a man were there behind the door. they smiled and greeted yn and he did the same. seeing only the two of them yn felt relieved maybe he wasn't home ‘what a lucky day’ he said in his head.

he was exploring the house when he heard footsteps coming down the stairs, they were heavy and loud, each one of them echoing in the empty walls of the house as if they were in some kind of movie. “so you're yn, right?” he said with not a single emotion in his face nor his voice. “y-yes i am”.

“why are you stuttering” jisung smirks, “are you that nervous of meeting me?” he trailed his index finger on yn’s arm “hmm?”. “n-no no” yn tried to brush it off and disguise the embarrassment “i’m just so happy that i can finally meet you all”. “you're very happy then. you did it again” he rubs the other's back and leaves towards the kitchen.

“what the fuck” yn whispers, there's something in jisung’s aura that makes him feel weak.

the hours passed and yn felt as if he was being teased by jisung, he always sits manspreading in front of yn, grabs his bulge whenever he is looking at him. yn can swear that he is not wearing any type of underwear under his shorts. the night came, “oh shoot it's already night, i have to go” yn was getting prepared to leave when his mother-in-law stops him, “sweetie it's too late why don't you sleep here with us?”; “but not in my daughter's room” the father adds.

“no, it's ok. i can take a taxi” he said; “i insist” the woman said, showing a smile. she was so cute that he couldn't decline the offer. “ok, i'll stay. the sofa looks comfy”; “if you want you can sleep on jisung's room” jisung's dad tells yn who turn his head to look at the other male, he was smirking at him and saying “i don't mind sharing my room”...

seeing that there wasn't a futon for yn to sleep on the floor he has to share the bed with jisung. “good night” yn blurted out, throwing the sheets on top of his body. “good night” jisung replied. yn side eyed at him seeing he was shirtless and the bulge on his pajama shorts was more visible, he indeed wasn't wearing underwear. “like what you see?” jisung laughs and jumps onto the bed “don't act as if you weren't checking me out a few seconds ago” he said that with his mouth inches away from the other's ear, “it looks like you came here for me and not my sister”.

11 pm and yn can't sleep, jisung was breathing against his neck, it sent shivers down his spine. and not to talk that his bulge was being pressed against his ass. ‘he must be having a wet dream’ he thought ‘there's no other explanation for this’. but then he hears something, “guess you're liking it, seeing how you're not doing anything about it” jisung starts kissing his neck. “w-why are you doing this ji-jisung” his words coming out like whispered whimpers. “take it like a product testing, you know?, like when you have to try something to see if it’s good for other people” his tongue leaving a wet stripe on yn’s ear, “i have to see if you're good enough for my sister. you get it?”. yn nodded, he just gave in into the pleasure jisung was offering.

he pulled down yn's shorts and ripped his underwear so he could have easy access to his hole. yn grabbed jisung's bulge and massaged it later pulling it out from a side through a sleeve of the shorts “you're indeed not wearing underwear.. perv” he stated.

jisung smeared the pre-cum coming out of his tip on his brother-in-law's hole. “you're writhing” jisung uttered, “you want my cock that much?” his warm breath caressing the back of his neck and ears. yn was a completely mess, he was in a fucked up state, he didn't know what to say or how to act just letting jisung guide him into the forbidden pleasures. “wanna suck me, pretty boy?”, yn nodded trying to hide his flushed face. he went under the sheets and went straight to the action, leaving a trail of kisses from the tip, down the shaft and finally his balls. jisung moaned quietly, remembering how they're not alone in the house, “for a beginner you're doing pretty good” he heaved. yn licked and sucked on the other's dick trying to put it all the way down his throat, savoring the salty clear liquid that comes out of it. “how is it?” yn asked still under the sheets, tears pooling on his eyes and hair sticking out on his forehead because of the sweat. jisung licked two of his fingers to introduce them in yn's tight ring of muscles, slowly they were going in and out “look at your filthy hole, so inviting” he pulls out his digits and looks how the hole clenches into air “look at it, it's winking at me” he jokes. they were so focused on pleasuring each other that they didn't hear anyone knocking at the door.

“i'm coming in” yn's girlfriend opened the door, both guys got scared but thanks to jisung quick reaction he managed to hide yn under the sheets and the latter did the same hiding jisung's dick with the short sleeve. “oh hey dear sister, what brings you here?” jisung asks with surprise laced in his tone, “nothing, i went to the kitchen for a glass of water and came here.. to see how you two were” she stated. jisung's heart was beating fast he felt like at some moment it would come out of his chest “we're good, but your boyfriend here is quite the bad bed companion” he signals towards yn and lifts just a bit of the sheet to show her he was sleeping “he moves too much in bed” he jokes and his sister just laughs "so cute. goodnight see you tomorrow”, she waves goodbye and closes the door.

“holy fuck that was close” jisung wipes the sweat on his forehead with his hand. “we're almost got caught” yn says, concerned. “no shit sherlock. i felt like i would just faint at some point of the conversation” jisung lets out the sighest sigh he ever sighed.

resuming with his “product testing” jisung made yn sit on his face and ride his tongue. the wet muscle going inside of him, “so tasty” jisung murmurs. yn masturbated and spits on his brother-in-law's dick while the latter keeps on eating him out. “let's go to the bathroom” jisung proposes “it’s safer there, we don't want someone else sneaking on the room”. “you know we can just lock the door?” yn commented with a serious face and a sarcastic tone, “shut up and let's fuck” jisung guide him towards the bathroom while kissing him.

in the shower jisung railed yn against the glass, his sweaty body shape being imprinted on it, his breaths fogging the clear surface. “fuck jisung slow down. you're gonna rip me” he whimpers, his legs trembling due to the pleasure. “i can't, you're so tight. it feels too good” he responded. jisung lifted yn's left leg with his left hand to have a better access to his puckered hole. his dick going in and out in a fast pace, his balls slapping against it. with his right hand jisung pushes yn's head against the glass and proceeded to lick his cheek and then making eye contact with their hooded eyes “you're taking me so well yn. what if i want to keep tasting this product?” he said while gripping his ass cheeks, “i wouldn't mind” the other whispered. the top laughs “that's my yn” he mutters.

“i'm gonna fucking cum, where do you want it” jisung asked with a hurry, his dick already throbbing. “in me ji-jisung fill me up. i want my brother-in-law's semen”. jisung cupped his face with his right hand so yn can face him and kiss him. as he does so, his dick was filling him up with loads and loads of semen. after that jisung knelt and sucked yn not stopping until he milked the last drop out of his dick.

after their steamy sex session jisung helped yn clean himself in the shower, introducing his fingers on his hole toh help him push out all the cum, “this is the hottest thing i've seen in my life” he says with emotion, licking his lips.

next day they woke up, had breakfast and spend the morning as if nothing happened last night. he was saying goodbye to his girlfriend, her parents and lastly her brother, the both hugged and jisung whispered something on his ear “hope i can taste that ass more like a deeper inspection”, yn laughed and wave goodbye but not before winking at him and mouthing a yes.

[127luvr]

Hi! I wanna request a m!r x Jaehyun where Jaehyun finds a love note for his boyfriend and gets really jealous

Fool

Jung Jaehyun x Male Reader

You can see the old eyeliner by his eyes, the smudged makeup making it evident that he had been rubbing one of his eyes uncontrollably. Your smile fades almost immediately when you finally close the door, stopping mid greet to adjust yourself in the passenger seat. But the car doesn’t start moving after you close the door. Instead Jaehyun sits with his hands on the steering wheel, head resting on the headrest behind him while he looked up to the roof of the car. He’s never looked like this before—defeated. Lost in his head while he finds the words to say to you.

Jaehyun doesn’t consider himself to be a jealous person. He’s usually very levelheaded—not letting his insecurities hinder him in a relationship. With you it’s different. He’s completely enamored with you, willing to follow you to the ends of the Earth if asked. He trusts you undoubtedly—he doesn’t the trust the fact that he believes you could find a better man. Someone who isn’t an idol having to hide his relationship from the world. Someone who isn’t busy for the better half of a year—working overseas or all day.

Which is why he stares at the roof of his car, frowning slightly with his dimples indented into the sides of his cheek. You’re not used to seeing them in this context. His dimples were accompanied by a smile—not a frown.

“Jaehyun?” He shrinks at your small voice, the stark difference from your earlier greet to now making him groan. You rake your eyes over his body finally noticing the paper in his hand—crumbled up by how harshly he gripped it. It’s unreadable now but you recognize it as it had been addressed to you. “Is that what you’re upset about? It’s really nothing.”

“Then why didn’t you tell me? If it’s really nothing you would’ve mentioned it.” He turns his head for the first time. You see that the makeup on his other eye was smudged too, giving him a messy smokey eye—you can’t help but admire his beauty. Even while angry and disheveled he managed to take your breath away. “And now you’re not saying anything, (Y/n).”

“Jae are you jealous…”

“I don’t feel like joking right now.” It’s hard to take the situation serious. Hard to not laugh in Jaehyun’s face as he balls the letter up in his hand and tosses it towards the backseat. “I don’t like that other people are allowed to perceive you. To think that you’re handsome and crush on you. I should be the only one.” Jaehyun has never been the type of man to be possessive, but his words made you melt. You never knew that he felt this way—even if it was a new development. You thought you were the only one that grew jealous with all the people that were around him—taking in his beauty while dressing him—styling him—mic-ing him.

You placed your hand on his, turning it over so you could rub circles on his palm. “I appreciate your words Jaehyun. You make me feel so wanted. But I didn’t tell you about it because I didn’t read it. I don’t have to because I have you. You’re my one and only.”

He holds back a grin, the wrinkles around his nose appearing instantly. You recognize this face—the one he makes before he unloads one of his jokes, “my forever only?”

[vkooksupremacy]

Your Sap

Lee Jeno x Male Reader

May seemed like the best time of the year for Y/N. It seemed to be the month where he got sick least.

He'd always had a weak immune system, but he had a strong boyfriend to help him power through it.

The only problem was that sometimes Jeno couldn't be with him when he needed it most. As a member of NCT Jeno had multiple things to do in a day, leaving little to no time to take care of Y/N if he was really sick.

Today wa sone of the days where Jeno was free. And since Y/N wasn't sick, they decided to go to the park. To Jeno, Y/Now as the cutest at the park. He became a child again, running around with excited eyes and dragging Jeno with him.

The other didn't resist, simply because he was too cute.

"Nono, look!" Y/N's eyes widened as he took in the statue tha thad just been put up. "Wait... Is that?"

A few seconds passed, and simultaneously, they burst into laughter. It was a statue of Daegal, that someone had made and erected.

"I have to show Chenle!" Jeno took out his phone and snapped a picture.

"I'll send it to Jisung! His reaction to his mortal enemy having a statue will be gold!" Y/N cackled.

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"Hey, Jeno, #DaegalStatue is trending." Y/N muffled a snort of laughter. "Isn't that funny?"

"Chenle's on cloud nine." Jeno mumbled. "He's spamming the group chat. Go check."

And so he was. Chenle was sending tweets to the chat faster than Y/N could scroll.

"Hmm... I don't care." Y/N mumbled. "As long as I have you."

"You're such a sap." Jeno said fondly, shaking his head.

"Yeah, I'm your sap."

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[averyfromzero]

Mario & Luigi

pairing: mark lee x male reader

summary: you take your tipsy boyfriend back to his room after sm's annual halloween party. loose and silly from the alcohol, mark makes a comic advance at you.

notes: canon universe, dorky mark, goofy sex, stupid jokes

*extra note: mark is not drunk here, he's just a little tipsy! he's still conscious and everything that happens here is consensual. 😊

words: 1,929

Giggles filled the room as you and your tipsy boyfriend, Mark, walked through his bedroom door.

"You're so drunk," you said jokingly, holding your boyfriend up by the waist as his right arm was draped around your neck.

"Shut up, no I'm not," Mark responded, whining jokingly.

"Sure, buddy," you smiled as you let go of your silly boyfriend to sit on his bed. You were tired.

It was Halloween and SM had once again thrown their annual Halloween party. You and your boyfriend decided to go dressed as Mario and Luigi, fake mustaches and everything, drawing quite the amount of laughs from your friends and labelmates.

The party was a blast. By the end of it, some people were drunk dancing, others sat and watched the mess while a few of them fell asleep on their chairs.

Mark, as usual, got through the night with quite a few cups of beer, which got him loose enough to start dancing in the middle of the room with a drunk Johnny. It was quite a funny sight to see, you thought.

You weren't very into beer, so all you had throughout the party was soda and a glass of a very delicious fruit cocktail. You preferred watching how Mark would keep fixing the fake mustache on his face whenever it fell off while he laughed with his members, all very loose with alcohol.

Now, you were sitting on your boyfriend's bed, feet hurting from the uncomfortable shoes as you gathered the energy to take your Luigi costume off. Your fake mustache had fallen off sometime during the party while your green hat was thrown on the couch as soon as the both of you entered the dorm.

As you leaned down to untie your shoes, you failed to notice your still-energetic-boyfriend turning his back to you to do something. His red Mario hat still on his head, he fumbled with something on his clothes.

Finally taking your shoes off, you sighed in relief, feeling the coolness from the air-con hitting your feet.

Leaning your back onto the headboard of Mark's bed, you made yourself comfortable before finally looking at your boyfriend again.

You watched as Mark suddenly jumped and turned around to face you again, fist on each side of his waist and intact mustache and hat on, his drunk voice came out in a funny italian accent. "It's me, Mario!"

You chuckled, looking at his cute face, flushed from the alcohol, before moving your eyes down to something that took you off guard.

Mark had his cock out from his overalls, hard and bouncing up and down from his recent jump.

You couldn't help but burst out in laughter at the ridiculous sight.

Mark kept a stupid grin on his face as you laughed.

"Mark," you started, voice strained from giggling. "What are you doing?!" You couldn't stop laughing.

"Wanna help me unclog a pipe?" Your dorky boyfriend asked, eyebrows wiggling and grin being ridiculously contoured by that mustache.

You rolled your eyes at your boyfriend's silliness but couldn't help but giggle.

Mark pouted cutely are your reaction. With his stupid mustache still on, he said, “hm, my mate doesn’t want to unclog my pipe. Mamma mia…”

You laughed again as your boyfriend approached the bed, cock still pointing upwards and bobbing up and down with each step.

You couldn’t help but coo at his cute face. “Okay okay, big guy” you started. “How’d you want me to unclog your pipe, mate?”

Mark’s frown turned into a goofy grin. “Hmmmm,” he faked being pensive. “Why don’t you try sucking it out?”

You raised an eyebrow at your silly boyfriend. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” You mumbled.

This wasn’t the first time your boyfriend asked for drunken sex. Whenever he’d go out for drinks with his bandmates he would come back to you all goofy and horny, face flush from the alcohol and silly grin denouncing his condition. Of course you’d only attend his wishes when you knew Mark was sober enough to be conscious, being tipsy at most.

Giving in to Mark’s quirks, you leaned in and wrapped your hand around his hard erection, standing 16cm tall and waiting to be “unclogged”.

You heard Mark giggle quietly as you stroked his shaft a few times before connecting your lips to the wet tip. Mark’s bulbous cock head was red and he couldn’t help but sigh as your pretty mouth wrapped around him.

You kept eye contact with your silly boyfriend as you started to go down, trying not to laugh around your boyfriend’s penis as you noticed him breaking out of the Mario character, squinting his eyes shut and letting his mouth fall open in a silent groan as he was engulfed in wet warmth.

Picking up the pace of your blowjob, you kept watching as Mark tilted his head back in pleasure and let his red hat fall to the ground.

Startled by it, he turned his head again to face down at you, lifting his hand to make sure his stupid mustache stayed put. You grinned in amusement around his cock.

You kept your mouth on your boyfriend’s erection for a few more minutes before Mark started to groan louder. He was getting close.

Not wanting his pipe to burst yet, you decided to pull back and watch as a string of spit connected your now plump red lips to the wet tip of Mark’s dick.

Mark groaned in frustration at the loss of warmth around his shaft. He looked at you with that fake pout again.

“Relax, big guy,” you said as you started to change positions in his bed. “Got a better idea on how to unclog your pipe,” you winked maliciously at him.

Mark licked his lips and saw as you positioned yourself on all fours against the mattress.

“C’mon,” you called, sounding all goofy. “You know what to do.”

You watched as Mark crawled on the bed clumsily and slowly positioned himself behind you, cock throbbing in anticipation.

“There’s a zipper in the back of my costume, unzip it,” you said, facing back at him.

Mark nodded and leaned in to find the zipper. His fingers slipped a little before he finally grabbed it and started pulling. You could see the boy was so concentrated in stripping you naked that he had his tongue between his teeth as he cautiously pulled the zipper of your overalls down.

After successfully unzipping your costume, Mark signaled you to get up for a moment so he could remove the straps from your shoulders.

Sliding the denim straps down your arms, Mark pressed his hand gently against your back so you’d go back to your previous position on all fours. You still had your green undershirt on.

Mark slid your overalls down to your thighs and marveled at the sight of your bubble butt covered in white underwear.

You noticed Mark licking his lips once again, face still red from drinking, before moving his hands to grip and feel your bottom.

He enjoyed the feeling of your clothed ass for a few seconds before pulling the waistband down and revealing your supple skin.

Mark didn’t waste any time before leaning in and burying his face between your cheeks, immediately lapping at your hole and taking you by surprise with his eagerness.

You couldn’t help but close your eyes and groan at the sudden pleasure.

Mark was an avid ass-eater. He loved going down on your hole whenever he had the chance.

You felt as his moist tongue kept licking and licking at your entrance. Drunk Mark was sloppy and desperate, lapping at your hole hurriedly like there’s no tomorrow.

Eventually you felt your entrance becoming more and more wet and loose, giving your boyfriend’s tongue the chance to prod in and fuck you slightly.

Moans started filling the room as Mark kept eating you out like a hungry animal.

After a few minutes, your boyfriend stopped his movements and leaned back, promptly grabbing at his hard cock and trying to position it on your now-wet entrance.

Your tipsy boyfriend tried several times but missed your hole entirely before you decided to step in and do it yourself.

You giggled as you swatted Mark’s hand away to grab at his cock yourself, positioning it on your hole and moving your hips back until Mark felt your entrance right against the tip of his dick.

After feeling the head of your boyfriend’s cock finally pop in inside your hole, you let go of his shaft and motioned Mark to hold you by your hips.

“C’mon, now unclog that pipe in me, mate,” you said comically.

Mark laughed as he started to move his hips slowly.

He picked up the pace pretty quickly after that, desperation not letting him take things slow.

Soon, the sound of his hips slapping against your butt filled the room and the sight of your boyfriend fucking you in that position drew a moan out of your mouth as you watched the sinful scene through the mirror on the wall.

Still, you couldn’t help but giggle noticing that that fake Mario mustache was still glued to Mark's face. Not even the sweat dripping down your boyfriend’s face made that thing move.

“Ah!” you suddenly screamed at the feeling of Mark’s cock finally hitting your spot. Your arms gave in and your head was soon pressed against the soft mattress. Your boyfriend’s clumsy thrusts started attacking your prostate nonstop from then on.

“Oh, fuck,” Mark let out, voice hoarse and sexy. “Fuck, baby, that’s so good.”

His constant prodding at your prostate kept you from responding with any understandable sentence. All you could do was moan.

Mark kept fucking you nonstop for several minutes, both of you getting increasingly aroused as the sound of your skins touching became louder.

“Fuck,” Mark sounded breathless. “M’gonna cum, babe. Fuck!”

“Yeah?” you managed to let out, voice also breathy. “Unclog that pipe, baby.”

Your stupid response didn’t seem to phase Mark as he focused on bursting his load inside of you.

His thrust became almost inhumanly fast as he neared his orgasm.

Soon, he was groaning loudly and shooting his cum inside your hole, filling it up with ease as his hips gave his final and forceful thrusts against your ass.

The sound of your boyfriend moaning and the feeling of his load filling you up tipped you over the edge, making you cum all over the sheets.

As the two of you rode down your highs, all that could be heard was your loud breaths, trying to reach for air after such an intense climax.

You felt as Mark slowly pulled himself out of you and flopped down on the bed.

Cum was leaking down your legs when you decided to get up and clean yourself.

On your feet, you turned to your boyfriend and noticed he had fallen asleep. You giggled at the sight.

Going to the bathroom to get you all cleaned up, you came back into the room wearing nothing but your white briefs. Shirt and overalls forgotten on the bathroom floor.

You used wet wipes to clean up your boyfriend’s cum-covered cock, now soft against his thigh.

Tucking him back in, you stripped Mark of his Mario costume carefully before covering him with a blanket. Those cum-covered sheets would have to wait ‘til tomorrow to be cleaned up.

After all was done, you crawled back into bed with your snoring boyfriend and cuddled him, caressing his soft hair as you also fell into slumber.

[joonggphilia]

NCT Masterlist…….

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Johnny —

nothing to see here…..

Taeyong —

nothing to see here…..

Yuta —

nothing to see here…..

Kun —

nothing to see here…..

Doyoung —

I miss you Slumber party

Ten —

Dance Practice

Jaehyun —

nothing to see here…..

Winwin —

nothing to see here…..

Jungwoo —

nothing to see here…..

Mark —

nothing to see here…..

Xiaojun —

nothing to see here…..

Hendery —

nothing to see here…..

Renjun —

nothing to see here…..

Jeno —

Reputation Reputation Pt. 2 Take Two

Haechan —

In his eyes

Jaemin —

Take Two

Yangyang —

nothing to see here…..

Chenle —

Welcome Home?

Jisung —

nothing to see here…..

Hard Thoughts —

Nct Dream main kinks Nct Dream catching you jerk off WayV perv scale Nct 127 who sends the most nudes Nct Dream perv scale

[mins-fins]

[20:20 pm.]

"hey, focus".

he snaps his fingers in front of your face, finally snapping you out of that unexpected daze you were having. you blink up at your groupmate, who stares at you with that pointed glare of his, the kind of stare he looks at you with when he's mad at you for something, whether it be for cheating in uno, stealing a fry from him, or playfully insulting him.

"what? huh?" you respond, only earning a small scoff from him. you were not focusing, stuck in some sort of daydream that you can't recollect the contents of for some reason. you listen to him tap his pen against the paper in front of him, a light snicker added to his scoff as he looks at the expression on your face.

"i was asking about lyrics" he states, clicking his pen as he notes down your facial expressions in his mind. "the lyrics you came to help me write?"

you let your jaw fall in just the slightest. "oh.. that, right!"

he narrows his eyes, a frown coming to his face. "y/n!" that tone is familiar, it's the tone he uses when he wants to nag you, when he wants to annoy you and whine about something. "you weren't even listening to me! what were you even thinking about?"

at the question, you pause, trying your best to remember what you could've been thinking about, it had to be something truly distracting, something distracting enough that you couldn't even focus on what the male in front of you was saying.

you blink as you stare at the male in front of you, taking in his pretty features, his moles, his eyes, his flushed cheeks, his lips. his lips. you should not be staring at those, but you are, you allow for yourself to get distracted by them, so much for giving him an answer.

"you" is the answer you give. it's not entirely wrong, you were zoning out on his face, you were trying so hard not to get lost in his eyes.

your answer seems to stun him, as his cheeks go even redder and he opens his mouth in shock, beginning to stammer out a response. "i— stop lying, you're such an idiot".

"i'm not lying, though" you quickly reply, now very focused. "i was thinking about you, why don't you believe me?"

he lets himself be speechless for a moment, a snicker escaping his lips as he feigns annoyance. "no actually, i don't, cause you're a filthy liar".

you hum, knowing you won this little argument because of the way his ears redden and how he avoids eye contact. you just lean closer, giving one last glance at his lips before sliding the paper of written song lyrics closer to you, a small smile on your face as you do so. "alright then.. tell me about the lyrics".

he feels his face burn again. "oh uh— um, right, that".

well now he can't focus. oh how the tables have turned.

[wonyourdreams]

Embrace

Yuta x Male reader (part 2 of this)

Genre: Smut, Fluff, slight angst

"Yeah?" he thrusted, earning a moan from you, "Ya like that?"

He was aggressive, you looked at the clock, 4:24 AM, you guys have been at it for almost two hours now

"Y-Yuta, p-please stop now" you begged, back arched, tears slightly dried, and sweat dripping everywhere

He pulled you in a hug, balls deep, he stopped moving but you can feel his cock twitching inside you as you melt into his embrace

"I really fucking missed you, I'm sorry for everything" he muttered as he kissed the space beneath your earlobe

Yuta doesn't know where all the courage of admitting his yearning for you came from but he knew in that moment he just wanted to be with you

Months after your break up, you stopped your entire Bitter, Avril Lavigne phase, losing the highlights and being more calm and at peace with the break up

Yuta on the other hand was happy you two broke up but the more you became ok with everything he started to feel like shit

He was happy that you were but he didn't like the fact that he couldn't find someone like you

You went out on dates with other guys, just simple dates, restaurants or street foods depending on where your date took you

Not like the first time you met Yuta it was full on sex, hot fucking, desire and satisfaction with each other's needs

But the change made you feel better, it was more healthy and cuter

Yuta on the other hand made out with everyone, anyone with a mouth, but he couldn't find what he was looking for, he couldn't find the satisfaction, he couldn't find the love, he couldn't find you, he wanted you

He had multiple attempts of one night stand which all failed because he couldn't find the same passion, lust, and love unlike when he makes out with you, you took care of him, you made him feel loved, and cared for

That's when it hit him, he had an outburst earlier that night at a bar because he wanted you

He saw how happy you were so he tried to stay away but after sips of liquor he found his way on your doorsteps

He was horny, he missed you, he wanted to be loved by you again and the oversized shirt you wore, that was owned by him did not help with self control

All he wanted was to talk but you in his shirt made him lose it, and not even wearing shorts just underwear

"Have your dates touched you?" Yuta asked as he bit your neck

You shook your head, "They're that weak into getting into you?" he said

He started grinding again, unlike before he didn't pull out he just moved his hips brushing your prostate against his dick

You started squirming and squealing, "Yuta, N-No", although you said that he knew you didn't want him to stop, so he continued

You missed this, him in you, balls deep, tight hug, and light kisses in your back

Yuta groaned and bit your shoulder, he stilled and shot his load in you, warm and thick, it was a lot

You on the other moaned and came just a few seconds before he did, "Fuck" your back arched but his hands still holding you

You slowly drifted off to sleep in Yuta's embrace, which the latter also started to lay down with you

He needed a few seconds, after that he cleaned you off and went back to cuddling you, blanket over both of you

Yuta knew what he did was wrong, but he wanted to explain to you and he'll try convincing you to get back with him once you return to your consciousness

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[00127am]

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[star-suh]

Spider-Mark

Mark Lee x Male Reader

cw: superhero top mark, sex under pheromones effects, sort of enemies to secret lovers maybe?, ripped clothes, tongue sucking, mark cums a lot, fingering, 69, belly bulge, choking, bareback, implied marathon sex, auralism, bit of feminization (just one phrase), an impregnation joke, creaming idk i made that up, cum as lube.

an: this could get nasty at the end for some idk, also there would be parts in where i would refer to mark with his name but remember that yn never found out his true identity.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYONE 🎃

in a world full of humans with superpowers it’s natural that some villains arise and in consequence some heroes are needed. out of everyone one of them was the most beloved, the cute and friendly spider-man. a young masked superhero with a red and blue suit adorned with spider and web motifs, he was so damn good at his job that some people couldn’t help but fall in love with him. this is the case of yn, a smart college student who got kinda obsessed with the hero. “isn’t he so good?” he tells his friends while looking at a picture he took of the aforementioned hero with his phone, he was infatuated by him. “yeah he’s so cool” a voice suddenly speaks with a small laugh at the end of the sentence. “shut up mark, you’re annoying” yn blurted out. the relationship between yn and mark was complicated, they didn’t start on good terms like they were always pit against each other because they were the clever ones in the classroom, something that gradually became a pain in the ass for both guys. “what? isn’t that what you wanna hear about your beloved spidey?” mark mocks causing yn to storm out of them to avoid more conflicts.

unbeknownst to yn he just talked with the man of his dreams, the man behind the web-decorated mask. since he was bit by a mysterious spider, mark gained abilities based on this arachnid, one of the things he liked the most was justice, so why not use his newly found powers to help other people?.

one night, yn was walking home alone, the roads were almost empty. then suddenly some masked guy showed up pointing a gun at yn, “give me everything you have” he yells. yn shakes in fear “HELP!!” he shouts “SOMEBODY HELP!!”, he cocked his gun and aimed at yn’s head when it suddenly flew through the air, landing in an known hand, “got you” he speaks through the mask and shoots some spider-webs towards the robber who got trapped against a wall, being taken by the police minutes later. spider-man took the young man into his arms and carried him towards his house, balancing in between skyscrapers with the help of his webs. it was like a dream that came true for yn, god he was so happy being carried by those strong arms, he could almost cry…

a friendship grows in between the two, obviously with his identity still hidden from yn, he doesn’t want to ruin his new friend’s dream, like what would yn think if he found out his favorite superhero is his rival. days and nights passed with them sitting on a rooftop eating while contemplating the full moon, “isn’t it pretty?” spider-man mutters, his hand resting mere centimeters away from yn’s, “it is” yn says happily, his eyes almost sparkling as if he was in an anime. something in the air shifted suddenly, an intoxicating smell invaded the area, yn started to sweat and his cheeks got flushed. the same happened to mark but of course the mask hides it, his suit starts to stick to his body thanks to the immense sweat. then realization hit him, he started to feel so comfortable that he started to secrete pheromones, one of the side effects of the bite, and they were affecting them both. mark tried to go away but an already hypnotized yn grabs him by the wrist “don’t go please”, mark looked at his pretty sweaty face, ‘he’s begging to be fucked’, mark thought but then shook his head try to erase that thought. “i-i have to go.. sorry” he tried to break away from yn’s grab but to no avail, where did that strength come from?. mark slipped and fell to the floor sitting while yn crawled his way onto him, “spider-man is itching” yn says while shaking his ass, he was completely gone, devoured by the pheromones effect. “y-yn i.. i don’t know” his bulge started to grow, the part of the suit on his crotch swelling due to he getting excited, “damn i should've learned how to control this shit” and with just a swing he grabs yn and carries him on his shoulder while looking for a place to satiate that lust. “take me to my bedroom” yn mentions, indicating to the hero where it was ubicated.

the two arrived and mark opened the window, entering the bedroom quietly, yn tried to discard mark’s mask but he didn’t allow it, he just pulled it up to his nose level, his mouth now free to litter kisses and hickeys in yn. they shared a kiss, mark’s tongue exploring inside yn’s mouth, their tongues intertwined, there would be times in which mark sticks out his tongue for yn to suck on it and vice versa, threads of saliva sticking to their chins, looking like a spider-web. “this is the messiest kiss i’ve ever had” mark confesses, “mine too, i don’t know what’s happening to me” yn replies, “but i need you right now” he adds.

the desperation for each other was so unbearable that mark wanting to not waste more time, ripped the crotch area of his suit, his dick springing free already leaking with precum, “fuck it’s so big” yn panted after seeing it, “is this all for me?” he asks, pouting. “only if you can take it all” the needy hero announced. mark also ripped yn’s pants, the fabric tore right above his hole, “jockstraps hmm?.. sexy” he murmurs.

mark grinds his wet tip on yn’s hole, soaking with precum, “look at how wet i am for you”. then he put his fingers right above his dick to put some pressure on it and started to thrust, going up and down in between yn’s bum. yn throws back his head, the friction creating heat right above his hole that started pulsating, wanting to feel that heat inside of it, he looks at mark with pouty eyes, he wants more, no, he needs more. mark caressed his cheek, his face getting closer towards yn’s, “want me to fuck you pretty boy?” he sexily whispers, his voice resonating throughout yn’s whole body making him tremble, how can such a cute hero be so smoking hot and sexy. yn nods desperately, “please fuck me, use me, just put it inside now”.

mark prepared yn’s hole to take his dick, first he grabbed yn by hugging his hips and pulled him up so his ass could be at the same level of his face and yn’s face would be in front of his hanging dick basically doing a 69 but instead of doing it the normal way they’re doing it standing up, or in this case, on their knees. yn swallowed mark’s dick while the latter starts to finger him, his fingers soaked in his saliva, mark would sometimes eat yn’s ass, burying his face on his hole and then continuing the stretching with his digits, even putting all 4 of them at once loving how when he pulls them out yn’s hole clenches onto nothing but air. meanwhile down there yn keeps on sucking the other’s shaft, occasionally the hero would do some slow paced thrust causing his balls to slap against yn’s face, they were heavy and it seems that they were full of cum also, yn cannot wait anymore to have all that spooge inside him.

mark folded yn and introduced his throbbing shaft first slowly but then accelerating the pace right away, “fuck! milk this hero cock” mark grunts, the muscles and the veins on his arms bulging because of how hard he was gripping the mattress as a way to stabilize himself. at this point mark’s whole suit was damaged, the initial rip slowly grew until what was his pants were now just pieces of clothes hanging on his forelegs, leaving his bottom half naked. his big ass recoils everytime he plows yn and thanks to the excessive precum he produces wet, gushy sounds that originated from the other’s hungry hole, “noisy pussy” mark laughs proceeding to kiss yn. they both got carried away by the pleasure, yn now in doggy style was being choked by mark’s hands, they were placed in his neck so he can go even deeper, “sooo deep…” yn’s tongue was out and drool dripping out of his face. mark’s heavy balls slammed against the other, the night being a witness of their wild sex.

“i’m gonna cum” mark groans, his voice hoarse due to how much he already said that phrase to yn. it was already morning and god knows how many times mark has already came inside yn, he attributes this new ‘ability’ to cum buckets to the bite, “that bite brought good things with it after all” the lustful man exclaimed. one can notice that he indeed cums a lot because there was a tiny bump forming on yn’s tummy, “i can’t anymore spider-man” he uttered, his fucked up face and body drenched in sweat, marks and his own cum. “look at this i knocked you up” the hero jokes pressing against it, then an idea popped up on his mind, he made yn seat on top of him with his still rock hard shaft right above yn’s used entrance, “do this for me and push it all out” mark bits gently yn’s ear who complies and started to do what he was told, slowly he starts to squirt all the cum inside him that landed on mark’s pink tip and slid all the way down his shaft then to his balls and finally dripped onto the floor. “damn i really came a lot” his perfect smile and sexy low laugh sending shivers to yn all the way down his pulsating hole. when he finally squirted all the cum, mark slicked his dick with it using his hand and put it inside yn, “sorry, i’m horny again”, let’s say yn spend the whole day and night moaning and babbling nonsense.

the next day, all the people were asking what happened to spider-man that he didn’t appear yesterday the whole day at all, luckily there weren't any villains near the city. yn went to his classes when one of his friends asked why he didn’t came yesterday to study, “i was very sick but i’m okay now” what’s the only thing they heard from him. he was walking towards his next class when accidentally bumped into mark, who embarrassed of what he did yesterday just muttered a little sorry and resumed with his walking, everyone was surprised because usually this would end up with them both throwing tantrums at each other, “woah that was weird” one of the friends uttered, “yeah” yn narrowed his eyes while looking at mark, he saw something on mark’s neck, is it a hickey? why does it look like one of the hickeys he gave to the lustful hero yesterday? “nevermind” he shook his head and entered the classroom.

a flashback popped into mark's mind, last night he was ready to leave but his suit was completely ripped into pieces so yn lent him some clothes, “can i see who’s behind the mask?” he asked while caressing the other’s cheeks and lips, “not now” he said after waving a goodbye and leaving.

yn comes home just to see the clothes he lent to spider-man clean and folded on his bed with a note that says “see you soon”, butterflies flew on yn’s stomach who cheered and danced in happiness.

[127luvr]

hey 🩷 i just moved to a dorm since my uni is in another city and i’m a little bit down cause i miss my cats and dog (and my home in general) 😭😭😭😭

so can i request a mark fic where he’s your roommate, he notices you’re kinda sad and tries to cheer you up?? 🥺 it’d be pretty awkward cause mark and reader are two strangers but it works and makes them closer 😞

maybe i can romanticize my stay here lmao

Make your day ₊ ⊹☼

Mark Lee x Male Reader

There are still unpacked boxes that litter your half of the room. They’re halfway open—a sign that you had started to unpack only to give up after not finding your new bedsheets. You glare at the cardboard from the bare mattress that you lay on—curled up into the smallest shape you could accomplish while still being comfortable. There are too many emotions that sit heavy on your chest, the more prominent one being anger.

Angry at your family for leaving you to fend for yourself in this dorm room—angry at how you packed the boxes with no particular order—angry at your roommate who has yet to show their face.

It makes you uneasy. The bare wall on their half of the room. The bare mattress that mirrors yours, only a few feet away. It wasn’t that your side was any better—still just as bare with nothing but boxes to decorate your side of the flooring. It was that there was no one to inhabit it yet.

You don’t know how long it had been since you closed your eyes, but when you came to you could hear another voice in the room. It was quiet—cautious almost—as they paced back and forth from the door and halfway into the room. You kept your eyes closed, making sure to keep your breathing even as the discomfort of your position finally settled in.

“I have to go, Johnny, I don’t want to be loud and wake my roommate up. It’d be such an asshole move.” He’s trying his hardest to whisper, to bring the phone close enough to his mouth where he barely speaks audibly but he fails. His voice still carries its way to your ears as you stir. “Dude you should’ve seen how he was sleeping—all scrunched up like a baby. I couldn’t tell if it was comfortable or not.” You scrunch your face up in embarrassment, finally feeling the blanket that was covering your body. It’s hesitant—almost as if it was floating above you rather than keeping you warm. “I’m not taking a picture that’s creepy. Byeeee I’ll text you.”

It’s not your blanket.

You can tell that much by the way it smells. Unfamiliar—but comforting.

You finally open your eyes, blinking several times to get well accustomed to the overhead lighting. You can see him from where you lay your head. He’s standing with his hand on top of the dorm’s desk, balancing himself while he scrolls endlessly on his phone. He’s unaware of your (e/c) eyes watching him—maybe it’s better that way. It lets you take him in on your own time. Study how he moves without it being weird. New people always made you nervous but your first impression of him was hard to describe. He sounded nice—an interesting tone to his voice as he elongated his words with whoever he was on the phone with.

He moves his gaze from his phone to you. The sudden eye contact startles you. His eyes are wide—curious—as they move back and forth from you to his screen. He decides to put his phone away, giving you his full attention. This makes you sit up, fully alert as you let the blanket cover your legs.

“I didn’t know if you wanted to be woken up—or if you had any blankets in your boxes but I didn’t want to rummage through your stuff so I just gave you one of mine. I hope you don’t mind, I don’t want you to think I’m weird—haha—but I didn’t want to leave you cold or anything. Sorry.” He scratches the back of his neck, pulling at the cross necklace that sits high on his collarbones. “I’m Mark.”

Mark.

“I’m (Y/n). And I really appreciate it. I didn’t mean to fall asleep—but here’s to my first nap in this dorm room I guess.” You hear Mark chuckle, a smile making its way to your lips when you hear it. It’s an unusual start, not your typical meeting with someone you’ll be living with for the next chapter of your life but it makes it worthwhile.

“I can help you unpack if you want, get settled in. I love that kind of stuff.” He’s lying. Mark noticed how all of your boxes were open—rummaged through halfway before you decided to give up since everything reminded you of home. Some of the stuff still had a few pieces of your pets’ fur and although Mark didn’t pick up on some of it, he was still very perceptive. He knew just exactly what you were going through while you sat with your shoulders slumped, still gripping his blanket on your lap. “I also brought some snacks, if you want to share. They’re going to be in the bottom drawer next to the desk. My parents send me a few things in bulk every now and then. They take their Costco membership very serious.”

You stare at him in awe, unable to hide your admiration for this complete stranger. But you don’t care. Mark was one of those people that made you feel like you’ve known him forever. He provided a sense of comfort you didn’t know you could feel away from home.

“I’d like that a lot, Mark. You’re already a lot better than the friends I have.” You manage to get another laugh out of him, his nose scrunching up with the rest of his face as he’s unable to contain himself.

Cute.

[jiyeonnnn]

Why am I so down and needy for hard thoughts on Jung Sungchan because he's getting so hot and buff like why does he have to manspread and show off those arms at the gym? Please do me the honor of satisfying my hard thoughts on him because ugh! HE'S SOOOO DAKS!

GYM ENCOUNTERS, JUNG SUNGCHAN x M!R

You've been friends with Sungchan for years, ever since he debuted as an idol. You've always been attracted to him, but you never acted on it, respecting his busy schedule and knowing that he probably had plenty of other people chasing after him. But this hot summer weekend, you can't resist the opportunity to visit him at his apartment.

When you arrive, you're wearing comfy shorts and a tank top that show off your toned legs and chest. Sungchan's eyes immediately lock onto you, and you can feel the intoxicating tension building between you.

He invites you in and shows you around his apartment, but you can tell that he's distracted - the way he stutters everytime you came close to him, the way he looks at you and the growing bulge in his sweatpants - it was all evident, and you're here for it.

You bend over to check out his gym equipment, and you immediately felt his primal gaze on you. You turn to look at him and see the desire in his eyes, and you know that you're not leaving this apartment without getting fucked by him.

He wastes no time, pulling you towards him and kissing you hard. "You know what you're doing to me, right?" he growls, running his hands over your ass as he slapped your exposure thighs. "Such a naughty boy, always teasing me like this"

He leads you to his gym, where he presses you up against the mirror and starts grinding against you. "You like that, baby?" he whispers in your ear, his breath hot and heavy. "You like feeling my hard cock against your ass?"

You moan in response, feeling yourself getting harder with every dirty word that comes out of his mouth. "Fuck, hyung," you whisper, and he grins wickedly.

"That's right, call me hyung," he says, pushing you down onto your knees. "Now open wide."

You eagerly obey, taking his cock into your mouth and feeling him thrusting into you. He's rough, and you can feel your throat getting sore, and you love it - you love feeling him using you like this, like you're nothing more than a sex toy for him to play with.

As he filled and fucked your mouth, he pulls you back up and bends you over a bench. "You're such a dirty little brat," he growls, as he slams into you from behind. "You've been begging for this, haven't you?"

You can only moan in response, feeling the pleasure building in your body as he fucks you harder and harder. It was a frenzied feeling to have his cock bulge your stomach at every thrust; the way he held you close as he thrusted deeper and deeper is something you want to feel forever. His gaze remained nailed onto your eyes, staring intensely at the mirror as he watched you get wrecked under his touch, teeth softly grazing against your earlobe while whispering the dirtiest phrases you've ever heard.

And when he finally cums, filling you up with his hot load, you feel like you're in heaven.

"Fuck, that was good," he says, collapsing onto the bench next to you. "We should do this more often."

You smile, knowing that this is just the beginning of your new relationship with Sungchan.

[averyfromzero]

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[kcake555]

Park Jisung cake 🍰

nct

[aces-parrows]

café conversations | taeyong

pairing: taeyong x male!reader word count: 1.4k genre: fluff, slight angst, imagine warning(s): not proofread, mentions of enlistment summary: you're in a secret relationship with taeyong, meeting up at your guys' spot to catch up.

the warmth of your fresh coffee warmed your hands that had become frozen from the cold weather, gradually thawing them as you took this moment to embrace the aroma and the soothing heat. it was about nine in the morning, a few minutes past when your boyfriend promised to meet you here. as you glanced around the bustling cafe, anticipation and a hint of concern filled the air, your mind wandering into different scenarios it could think up as to why he was late. normally, his "late" was right on the dot for the time he gave, but today was different. you understood the idol life kept him busy, however, you were aware this was supposed to be a day off for him. what could be keeping him?

you glanced out the window, hopeful to catch a glimpse of him through the glass, now blurred by the frost that coated it. perhaps there was traffic due to the weather? the roads did appear quite icy when you left your apartment earlier. even the sidewalk was coated in ice that you were slipping on as you walked over here.

taeyong appeared at the entrance of the cafe breathless, looking around for you with those sweet boba eyes. they seemed to sparkle upon seeing you as he skipped over to where you were seated, his smile almost visible through the mask he wore. he didn't have on makeup today, which you noticed despite most of his face being hidden. the acne on his left cheek and his pores just added to his attractiveness; knowing that he wasn't "perfect" just made his genuine charm even more appealing. not just to you, but to his fans as well.

"i'm so sorry i'm late, lovebug." taeyong's said in the sweetest tone, visibly remorseful for keeping you waiting.

lovebug. that pet name that always made you smile and blush like it was the first time he's ever called you that.

when he first bestowed the endearing nickname upon you, it during a chance encounter at the bar. you two were engaged in casual conversation between sips of your beers, when you were abruptly whisked away to spend time with a friend and his girlfriend. admittedly, you found taeyong irresistible even though you barely knew him. his purple hair made him stand out, the way it framed his captivating, boba-like eyes. god, those eyes were as big as his heart. you couldn't help but continue to steal glances at him throughout the evening, watching as he laughed among his group of friends, which you soon found out to be members of his group, nct 127.

it was later in the evening when you were about to head out, your friend and his girlfriend having left half an hour earlier. you didn't know what kept you there, but you felt as though you needed to stay and wait for something. perhaps, this was the universe's subtle way of bringing you and taeyong together.

in the bar's bathroom, as you were about to exit, taeyong entered. the smile that quickly spread across his face, lighting sparkles in those boba eyes and filling the air with a sense of love you never felt before. it was there in that bathroom, where he explained his situation as an idol, the industry, the fans, all of it. you listened, curiosity piqued. this was vital information, provided to you before he asked you out to dinner.

the invitation took you aback. in the bar bathroom? here is where she asked? looking back, it was hard to be offended when you got to witness first hand how crazy the fans can be, especially with their idols being in love or in a relationship. you accepted regardless, wanting to see this sweet man again, even if it was only once more before he disappeared from your life permanently. the excitement boiled over in him as he called you "lovebug" for the first time when he expressed his excitement to see you again.

ever since that night, that was his special nickname for you. it melted your heart every single time, bringing a warmth even the freezing cold outside couldn't extinguish.

"it's alright," you said reassuringly, "i was getting worried, but i'm glad you're here."

"i had someone following me." he admitted, stress evident as he hesitantly glanced over at the entrance. "i needed to lose them before i could come."

that was the one thing you hated about his job. the fans. no, not all of them. the crazy ones. the ones that could ruin his career if they even so much as suspected he was in love with someone, let alone a man. the conservative nature of south korea did make it harder to be openly gay, but when you're in the spotlight, it's even harder. you know the international fans would love him regardless, it's the ones here in korea that terrified you. you sometimes had nightmares of how they might treat you if they found out you exist. what would they do if they felt you were taking away "their man?"

the secrecy of your relationship gave you comfort in knowing they wouldn't know about you. regardless, you never left to meet up with taeyong without a mask and other ways of obstructing your appearance to make it more difficult for them to find you.

you were snapped out of your thoughts when you noticed taeyong's beanie, a hint of a new hair color peeking out the back, prompting a soft giggle to escape your lips.

"what's the new hair color this time?" you ask, internally crying for your poor boyfriend's hair and scalp.

"brown." he said happily.

"no more silver and black?" you ask with a soft pout, that combination being your favorite after the pink and blue.

"no, sadly not." taeyong chuckled, "you did always like natural colors on me the most, though.

"i know, but you pulled off those colors so well! i couldn't get enough of it!"

the amount of times taeyong changed his hair was crazy. every time you saw him, it seemed he got his hair colored to something new. admittedly, you considered making a bingo card at some point to see how many colors this man could have dyed his hair in just a few months. you felt bad at the idea when you found out it was damaging both his hair and scalp to a point he dreaded getting a new hair color. you wanted nothing more than to have some sort of magical healing abilities, able to kiss away all the problems his company caused hm physically.

"how have you been?" he asked

"the usual." you admitted, "work has been kicking my ass."

"the same here." taeyong said through a laugh, "but i love it. i love seeing everyone so happy and enjoying our newest songs. especially since i.. you know."

that damn e word. enlistment. you knew it was coming and that it would make your already secretive relationship even harder to maintain. why couldn't he have enlisted earlier or not have to enlist at all? despite the freshness of your relationship, it felt as though you two had known each other for years. the mere thought of him going away for a couple of years tore your heart into pieces. how could you live without him? true, he could visit you on his days off, but how often would that be? how frequently could he communicate with you? your biggest fear was that you two would discover a freedom he doesn't get with being an idol, allowing your guys' relationship to bloom more; only for it to be ripped away once he's discharged.

"hey." taeyong said gently, knowing you were getting lost in those thoughts again, "i understand it's tough to think about, but we'll make it work. we'll make the most of our time together and i'll contact you as often as i can."

you looked into his eyes, finding reassurance in the words he spoke. his unwavering support made the impending separation a little more bearable. with a tender smile, he reminded you of the wonders of modern day technology, how even if he can't communicate for some time, your guys' memories will always be at the tips of your fingers whenever you wanted.

"our love can withstand the distance." he reassured once more.

you then realized in that moment, that no matter the difficulties,the strength of your bond would be a guiding force through the trials of his enlistment. and the limitations of the idol life.

taeyong, realizing he had to go, apologized for having to cut the date short. you understood, sensing he had a good reason. he planted a quick yet tender kiss on your cheek before he said his goodbyes, making you promise to text him the second you stepped foot into your apartment.

"i love you, lovebug. take care, i'll call you tonight."

[mins-fins]

˖﹙💌﹚DARLIN'

｡｡｡ silly little mark lee, well of course you're in love with him!

P ─  mark lee x m!rdr. G ─ fluff, university au, sleepover, hurt/comfort, friends to lovers, self indulgent. W ─ swearing, mentions of drinking, depressive nightmares. WC ─ 2.1k.

mark is afraid he has some sort of psychic connection with you, he turns and creates contact with the wooden post of a bed frame.

he replies in a grunt, head beginning to pound with an indecipherable extent of pain. he bites back a wince, teeth about to sink into his tongue as a typical response, eyes struggling open as he observes his surroundings.

jeno has an arm thrown over his back, his snoring elevated as his proximity is much too adjacent, his nose scrunches up in irritation, the touch irking him. he’s just barely able to throw the arm off of him without causing a disturbance, fortunately jeno’s a heavy sleeper.

he’s unaware of why he’s awaken exactly, or how he even ended up on the floor with tangled blankets surrounding the circle of.. everyone. of course chenle decided to take the bed, he’s selfish like that (well mark guesses it’s his huge ass house after all, yet he left them to sleep on blankets? or did they fall asleep on the floor without realizing? he can’t remember). jisung’s crazily long legs tangle with donghyuck’s, no use in attempting any escape that way.

jeno rolls over and unconsciously begins cuddling jaemin, well of course, how cute.

renjun is the only one who appears comfortable enough, graciously embezzling everybody else’s blankets in order to create his own makeshift sleeping bag.

he squints, as if striving to capture a semblance of sight in the darkness, the door is cracked open, a crack of light permeating the small space. his back emits a tiny crack, he ignores it as he somehow stands on his two feet.

mark wobbles in the manner of a child taking their first steps, much too groggy, hands coming to rub at his eyes despite light being naught. he blinks down at his feet, narrowly avoiding his foot coming in contact with donghyuck’s heat, he trips over the uneven carpeting and stumbles himself out of the frankly claustrophobic room.

mark didn’t fret, he easily noticed the lack of your presence, he recalls you falling asleep right beside him, even with the muddled memories of the past few hours. he finally did wince once his eyes met the piercing lights of the extensive hallway, what was the point of even keeping them on?

either way, that happens to contain the least of mark’s concerns, he thinks he has a good idea of why you suddenly disappeared from the group you had fallen asleep with. he knows you well enough to scope out a definite answer.

and it’s exactly how it appears in his mind, you just so happen to be downstairs, fidgeting with a cup that contains nothing. mark blinks, catching your attention immediately. “y/n?”

“can you believe even his water tastes expensive?”

the question is passive, mark’s aware of the kinds that exist with you. it’s a cover up for something more, a bit of concern hidden behind the usually playful gleam of your eyes.

he’ll entertain you for a moment.

“really?”

you hum, clearly put off by the lack of an immediate inquiry,

because for as much as mark’s knowledge of you presides, your knowledge of him exists in the same boat. he surmises it’s a bit of a double edged sword, but then again, he guesses your friendship is an example of that very phenomenon.

yet the fondness he retains could never be replicated with one other person. “yeah, typical rich people bullshit”.

there remains a collection of cups clattered in the kitchen sink, unwashed, reeking alcohol just barely fluttering its way up into the air. mark has half a mind to scrunch his nose, and if the dishes were the main focus, he would’ve fully grimaced.

good thing they aren’t the main focus.

he slips by your side easily, yearning to grab ahold of your hand, but afraid of irking you when you already appear so skittish. he somehow crams the desire downward, instead gazing upon your trembling fingertips. “why’d you get up?”

he just barely deciphers the underlying whine in addition to the clearly desperate question, his eyes probably gleam with rashness, as if he’s your lover complaining about your decision to get out of bed.

well it is always warmer with you around, though mark lee cannot admit that to any person, not even you yourself.

you contemplate, mark notices the shift of your expression. a drop to his stomach, if you do feel the need to lie, then it’s possibly something worse than what he originally thought, unlike your typical streak of insomnia, it has to be something.. more.

and he’s just the slightest bit afraid.

“water”.

“really?”

your right eye twitches, mark fears the impending irritation upcoming. “yeah” you breath, averting your gaze as your fingertips circle the curvatures of this fancy looking glass, the reflection of your dark eyes visible in the silica sand.

he sucks his teeth.

the resounding action offends you, if the corresponding look mark glimpses once you whip your head is enough. “what?”

“what?”

your face falls flat. “why are you looking at me like that?”

“why are you lying?” mark rebuts, attempting his best shot at forbearance despite how bothered he is by your indignation. “it’s just me..”

your go to response is a dry chuckle. “i know that, it’s not like i’m scared of you or anything, it’s just..”

it’s just..

nothing.

because mark knows you won’t tell him, the pertinacity of your character consistently permeates no matter what, and mark loves you, so so much, but he can’t help his elevated apprehension. his fingers drum onto the porcelain counter before him, contemplation behind his eyes.

“it’s obvious something’s wrong”.

and from your corresponding look, you’re practically placing a curse on mark’s whole entire bloodline. he supposes certain things never really do change, even if that includes obstinacy.

mark adjusts his bracelet, stepping closer as he swipes one of your fallen eyelashes from your cheek. “you could make a wish..”

he’s stalling, stalling much more than you typically do, but he can’t exactly help it, if you don’t want to confess the deepest anxieties which make you awake at night, does he really have any right to dig deeper despite his clear intrigue? you’ve never been that kind of person, his intention is to always seek your comfortability, even if it slowly kills him inside.

you stare, tilting your head and blinking at his pointer where a fallen piece of your eyelash rests. “do you really believe in that shit?”

“i enjoy tradition”.

that earns a shy smile, you’re very aware of that one, it seems that you simply relish in the manner of mark’s reply. you remain silent, again focused on your very eyelash resting atop his fingertip. “okay, i made my wish”.

mark is staggered for a moment. “what? what do you mean?”

“i made the wish in my head”.

mark uncharacteristically pouts, now that is unfair. “you can’t just do that!”

you shrug. “it’s a secret”.

the whisper causes the click of his tongue, he presses his pointer finger to his thumb in a gentle action of getting rid of your eyelash. “fine, keep your secrets..”

he doesn’t exactly realize the double sided nature of that reply, and despite his disquietude in your displayed fits of seclusion, he keeps silent on the issue he has nothing of a bearable thought on.

still, your amusement prevails.

“you know, i think—”

well mark has no time to dwell on the end of his sentence, because you step forward and pull him into a staggering embrace. it isn’t staggering in an emotional manner, you typically enjoy hugs, it’s simply.. unexpected.

your arms practically cradling his upper body, you tuck the side of your face into his neck, as if striving for a degree of comfort only he could grant you. you take in a deep breath, yet you keep silent either way.

while he is stunned, his arms consciously squeezing around your waist, well now how can he not worry? you don’t just hug out of nowhere, especially if mark is talking first.

“hey, is everything okay?”

nothing of a verbal reply, you merely nod.

how you two end up on the couch? mark barely remembers.

there isn’t a lack of space, mark is sure this one is actually a pull out, but you two decide to squeeze onto it anyway, something of a natural warmth emanating from the embrace you so dearly cherish. mark doesn’t mind, it’d be worse if you were just avoiding him.

so really, this is the best case scenario.

“you know, you have to tell me when.. this happens”.

this could equate to several things, sleepwalking, nightmares, spontaneous depressive episodes, on an especially terrible level it could be all three, but he’s simply throwing darts at a board and hoping one of them sticks. “what is this?”

“whatever has you awake tonight”.

you have that puzzled expression on your face, an expression mark questions more than anything, now replicating it on his own features. you then quickly avert your eyes, which is difficult considering you find yourself pressed into him. “i know it’s just— i don’t know, i’m scared..”

and of course, honesty includes the scratching of your nails against any surface in immediate reach. mark can’t exactly stare elsewhere, you appear to fear even the slightest corners of this huge room. “of?”

you don’t answer that one.

so mark won’t press further, that’s enough of divulging for tonight he supposes..

“you don’t want a blanket?”

“it’s warm enough” in tandem with your response, you nuzzle into the side of mark’s neck. he can’t exactly disagree, and you obviously observe that part. “besides, we know you aren’t getting up any time soon”.

“you’re technically crushing me so what could i even do?” he inquires, lips taking an upturn at the glare you pair with a glare as your soundless reply. he winces at the pinch you decide as your go to, nose scrunched up in irritation.

“i could kill you”.

“sure”.

though you’re typically numbing, mark doesn’t want to let go, it’s as if you encapsulate the feeling of alleviation with just your arms around him alone. you two are lying together on a couch you could only ever dream of buying, somewhat chilly yet aided by the mellowness of your embrace.

usually the close proximity would irk mark, the affection would be so.. out of place if it wasn’t you. he guesses that the ‘favoritism’ donghyuck goes on about isn’t all a fallacy, but he isn’t all for admitting that.

mark gazes upward at the ceiling, crinkling his nose at the shade it’s painted. your reticence endures, not yet asleep, mark can still feel your fingertips scratching at the seams of his oversized shirt, you never sleep easily.

it occurs to mark that you probably have a few more things left to mutter, your tense, fingers trembling against the ends of this couch. “what’s on your mind?” he whispers, lips pursued.

you contemplate, clear distinguishing naught. for the first time in a while, you ponder with confusion written all over your features, a battle of your conscience and your heart, anxiety manifesting in the picking of your nails.

“don’t know why i let myself get scared of things like this anymore..”

“well you aren’t used to it” he runs a finger through your hair, an act which typically calms you down. “everyone is scared of something, it doesn’t just go away with age unfortunately”.

you manage to hide your smile, but mark can make it out the stretch pleading for you to just stop being stubborn for once. you again glance away, conflicted. “fucking hate nightmares”.

you then look up, and mark wants to fall. you stare into his eyes, mark maintains eye contact though he knows it’ll be bad for his heart, yet he does so anyway, egotism carrying his movements.

mark really wants to kiss you, it would be a perfect moment too. you stare with such a gentle manner, as if mark laid his life out for you instead of just offering a regular seam of comfort, and he wants to die a little.

well he could do that, and he does,

just not on the lips.. not yet..

he leans forward, lips pressing to your forehead. your eyes flutter closed, and whilst you don’t verbally react, mark is aware of how you feel.

“think you could go to sleep like this?”

you take in a deep breath, making yourself content on the couch with mark beside you. the hug keeps mark on his feet, he doesn’t want for you to let go, you don’t either, it’s as if you’re a perfect fit for each other.

your adjacent breathing steadily comes to a close, not sleep just yet, but mark is determined to make it happen. his hand rests on your back, warm and inviting. “thank you..”

it’s alright, it’s nothing, mark would do anything for you, the sight of your own contentment joys him to no end.

“it’s nothing..”

it isn’t, feelings can await the aftermath, he’s happy now, perhaps a bit in love as well.

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CHAPTER SEVEN : one step forward ten steps back

@ notyourmalelead top of his class, hallway crush kim doyoung isn't very interested in his semester long partnership with sailor moon obsessed, popular vlogger: you. until your larger than life crush on him is revealed. then he's much more interested in proving that he's not your male lead (and subsequently wishing he was).

With no response from the only competent member of his friend group (Taeyong) and a plethora of undignified responses from those deemed not-so-competent (Jungwoo and Jaehyun)--Kim Doyoung is left with only one option: to engage in painfully awkward, extremely reluctant small talk.

It's just unfortunate that you happened to have the same idea.

“How was your-”

“What clas-” 

Flustered at the sudden break of silence and the tumbled mesh of words that were spoken at the same time-- the phrases melding into a sort of series of unintelligible garbling that has you blinking back as if you were struck-- you raise your hands in a polite sign of surrender, thin fingers curling inwards to your palms as you stare back at him expectantly. “Oh, sorry! You go first,”

Mirroring your expression, puffy lips parted and eyes wide, he bows his head to you ever so slightly. Voice uncharacteristically rounded about the edges of his words, more soft than sharp. A gentle type of embarrassment exacerbated by the utter disinclination to say them. “No, no. I interrupted you,”

You straighten up in your seat, exhaling much too loudly for you to be anything other than uncomfortable. There's a simmering sort of silence which hangs over the two of you as you hesitate, words laying stagnant on the tip of your tongue before they're unceremoniously shoved into the side of your cheek. An action accompanied by the aversion of your gaze as you toy with the body of your pen. Awkward. Somehow (and after god knows how long, you're trying not to think about it too hard), you manage to find the words. Pulling them from their passive position before flicking them off the tips of your teeth, a lingering reluctance hovering at the beginning of each vowel and finding its form in the shape of your pronunciation. “Um, how was your day?” 

“Fine,” his response is stiflingly short, seemingly undeserving of an elaboration before he clears his throat, eyes darting anywhere but your own (the same pretty pair which has forcibly dragged itself back to his countenance with shaking pupils), “Yours?”

“Fine, yeah…good,” you're quick to make your reply, lifting your features before your expression closes off again with the scrunch of your nose and the tip of your tongue pressed behind your bottom teeth. Silence blankets the conversation once again (though nor you or him are quite sure you could call this a conversation) and you find yourself grasping for straws. A topic, any topic to reduce its suffocating smother in the surrounding air.

“Look, about last weekend,”

Maybe not that topic. You're regretting the words as soon as they come out of your mouth, jaw tightening as you spit out the final consonants--intonation fading to a fluctuating fizzle. You're about to follow up with a hastily spoken addition, a disclaimer that you're not quite sure why that's what you came up with but he manages to beats you to it. Filling the sputtering silence with his own continuation that tilts your world on its axis. And his.

“It was my fault,”

Doyoung's not exactly sure why he followed up with that. Or how the words tumbled from his mouth. Or how he reached that conclusion in the first place. Because he certainly didn't believe it fifty minutes prior. Or the five before this conversation took place. Or any of the seconds which led up to the grand statement that has you flinching back--mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. And boy did he get you hook, line, and sinker, floundering for any semblance of nonchalance.

You weren't expecting a guilty admission (or at least not one away from the peering eyes of the jury). And clearly, neither was he. Not with the way his eyes are open wide, brows lifted into defined curves and lashes fluttering against the full of his cheeks. His tongue is pushed against the back of his teeth, lips parted as if he was trying to find a better phrase. Or a rebuttal. A retraction. But the only thing that leaves his mouth is: “I’m sorry about picking a fight with you,”

Since when?! Lying on the stand is quite the formidable crime, even if it's in front of the judge, jury, and executioner who's shooting him a look that all but spells out incredulity in flashing, bolded letters. And the worst part of it all is that Doyoung's not completely sure it is a lie. Is it too late to plead the fifth?

His crime (or therefore lack of) is met with your own confession, tilting your head upon your shoulder as you suck your bottom lip in between your teeth before releasing it with a quiet 'pop.' “I’m sorry about ditching you,”

Hah! Taeyong was wrong and Doyoung was right. You were lying about the sick friend (and probably having friends in the first place-- you weren't). A point that he's more than willing to rub in his upperclassmen's face whenever the opportunity arises. Though Doyoung supposes that that would mean Jaehyun was right at the end all be all. And perhaps that's a worse mantel to bear when compared to the not-so-inflated ego of Lee Taeyong.

Your clear your throat, a sheepish hand sliding to the back of your neck as if to cool the sudden heat dousing your frame at the recollection. “And also for um … you know, calling you Marmoru,” 

“It’s ok," What the hell is he saying?! "I think it bothered you more than it did me,”

(For all intents and purposes, it most certainly bothered Doyoung more. A catastrophic conundrum wrought upon him post conversation with Taeyong and the fleeting implications of being the Marmoru to your Sailor Moon).

“Probably,” you laugh, eyes slipping into crescent moons as you bare your teeth. Unlike the last time he saw the tips of your canines (when they appeared through your aggravated snarl), this time is filled with an unprecedented intimacy. One that leads him to the conclusion that maybe you and he can co-exist despite all previous odds (and butting heads).

As your amusement dies down, the awkward silence is quick to take its previously occupied place once more (much to both of your chagrin). Thankfully it's reign only lasts for a moment before it's snuffed out with a chime of your phone. A series of noises that could only be described somewhere between 'shimmering' and 'glittery.' Such a sort that Doyoung recognizes it within an instant, watching your slender hands scroll to find the notification.

“Even the ringtone?”

“Sorry?” you pick your head up to blink back at him, gears turning in your head as you process his question, "Oh! Yeah, yes. Sailor Moon,"

If you had thought about it for longer than a shred of a second, then you would have found that you disliked his tone. Words curved with an ever-so-slight twinge of haughtiness. Or perhaps that was just him. You wave your phone in a gesture to your next words, raising your brow as you watch his countenance. "Is that so surprising?"

"No," there's a lingering pause between his next words that you find long enough to decide two things about his conversation. Firstly, that there's an ominous, budding feeling of déjà vu that's prickling at the back of your neck. Washing over your form before resting at your tongue where it remains more bitter than sweet. A preliminary premonition that precedes all predicaments, precautionary and preventative (though you have no doubt that you will reach the same outcome regardless of knowing exactly how to avoid it). The second is that, yeah, you really don't like his tone.

He's biting his inner cheek, like he's searching for the appropriate sentiment. A phrase carefully chosen and crafted, meant to neither toe the line or rock the boat. Two things which it inadvertently excels at against all other odds. “I guess not for you. For someone who’s obsessed, I mean,"

"Excuse me?"

It seems that coexisting is out of the question.

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