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marksdaydreams · 2 months ago
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Baby, Mark drawls, his doe eyes sleepy and his lips in a pout, grabbing at the sheets as you try to pull it away from him. His movements are sluggish and drowsy, but he's so content. The curtains are open and it’s already bright out, but he's so warm and he's drowning in your scent, he wants nothing more than to be here forever;
Lover, he whispers, when you trip over the word “friend” as you introduce him, and it makes him smile. Lover was eternal. Too strong, he thought, to be uttered to others, but that was what you were — his gentle, beautiful lover — and he hadn't missed the way the word brought color to your cheeks;
Cutie, he laughs as you fail to learn another choreography, huffing about a hurting back and accusing Mark of being too perfect. The word slips from his mouth and makes you hit him playfully. What kind of nickname is that? He ruffles your hair as you try to slip away from his reach, but whatever you did right now, Mark found that it was the most adorable thing in the world;
Darling, he says absently, going through his phone. You freeze and answer him anyway but Mark doesn’t miss the pause. Even though he didn’t do it on purpose, he enjoyed that, the way he could still make you stop in your tracks even all these years later;
Dearest, he writes, his handwriting a mess, but he wants to tell you everything all at once, and he doesn’t know if the pen or paper will last. Dearest, I miss you today as I have every second I was away from you. Dearest, your absence is intolerable. Dearest, I love you, I love you, I love you.
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ohmygs-blog · 6 months ago
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i loveddd the dirty joke texts with mark and would totally love another partttt 🙈🙈
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bf mark vii.
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writemekpop · 1 year ago
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Stolen Kisses | Lee Taeyong
Summary:  Sneaking off to have sex is tough with a kid in the house.
Genre: Husband!Taeyong, domestic AU, fluff
Word Count: 0.7k
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“Yeah, baby, just like that.” 
Taeyong’s breaths were hot against your ear.
With a pre-schooler in the house, you didn’t have a lot of time to be intimate. Whenever you had the chance, you were on each other like teenagers.
He was lying on top of you, arms either side of your head, biceps bulging with the effort. 
You were lying beneath him, stark naked. Only a thin sheet covered you both. 
You secretly loved sneaking around with Taeyong. It made you feel alive. 
His hips were rocking against yours at a sinful pace. You bit your lip to keep yourself from moaning. 
It was crazy to have sex at 5pm, when your daughter was down for her nap – but after Taeyong spent the whole of lunch with his eyes gazing suggestively into yours, winking whenever your daughter wasn’t looking, you couldn’t resist.
Taeyong looked at you like he was a starving man, and your body was the only food.
You turned your head to the side. That’s when you noticed two wide brown eyes staring at you from the dark. 
You yelped. 
Taeyong’s body stiffened. He lifted his head and followed your gaze. When he saw what you were looking at, he swore. 
It was Yumi, your four-year-old daughter. Her purple tie dye pyjamas were crumpled, her face was puffy with sleep, and her black hair was a bird’s nest. 
“Mommy, daddy, what are you doing?” 
You froze. This was your worst nightmare - worse than when you walked out with your school skirt tucked into your panties, with the entire high school sniggering at your exposed butt. 
Taeyong smoothly got up from the bed and wrapped the sheet around his lower half. He pulled the duvet over your naked chest. 
Normally, you were calm in a crisis, and Taeyong was the flustered one, but today, it seemed you had switched. 
Taeyong smiled in a way a schoolteacher might. “Daddy and mummy are having some grown up time. Go to your room sweetie, we’ll be there in a minute.”
The little girl looked at Taeyong, and then at you. Then, she shrugged her shoulders, said “okay”, and padded away. 
You didn’t realise that you’d been holding your breath this entire time. 
You exhaled, feeling dizzy. “Holy shit. Do you think she… saw anything?” 
Taeyong smiled softly. “She’s four. Even if she saw something, she’s not going to know what it means.”
You watched him as he put on his grey sweatpants. You admired his lean yet muscular form, and the many small tattoos that graced his skin. You thought about how much you wanted to kiss them, but then your daughter’s face flashed into your mind’s eye, and you grimaced. 
“How are you so calm about this?” 
Taeyong smiled wistfully, eyes staring off into the distance. “This happened to me once before.” 
You frowned. “When?” 
Taeyong pulled his hand through his silky hair. “Um… my ex’s kid once walked in on us, you know… doing it… on the couch. So I know exactly what to say – it’s a grown-up hug, privacy is important, it’s not your fault, blah blah blah.”
You scowled. You knew Taeyong had had lovers before you, but you didn’t like to be reminded of it.  
Taeyong grinned and stroked your arm reassuringly. It was like he could read your mind. He always knew when you were jealous. 
“Come on, momma.” He purred. “Let’s go and reassure our girl, then we can finish what we started.” 
You bit your lip. Taeyong was a hard man to resist.
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After twenty minutes of comforting your daughter, she finally went to sleep. 
You and Taeyong went back to your bedroom, hand in hand.  
You groaned and leaned your head against his sculpted shoulder. “That was so embarrassing. We are never having sex again, like ever.” 
Taeyong chuckled, deep and manly. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, and placed long, opened mouthed kisses on your skin that made your entire body buzz. 
“I’m sure I can convince you.” 
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keehomania · 2 months ago
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MARK LEE (마크리) — BBF (DRABBLE)
✧.* MINORS DNI (18+)
there was something so appealing about having something you couldn’t. in this case, someone. you didn’t spend too much time wondering, asking why things were the way they were, you knew you had to go to the flow. maybe it was wrong, maybe you lacked morals and the right mind. maybe you just liked the chase, the thrill of it. whatever it was, you were in for it. you were so fucking in for it.
MARK LEE was insatiable. you didn’t understand at first but, then again, you didn’t pay much attention, and neither did he. you were used to your older brother bringing him around, an entire group of his friends huddled together. whether it was in his room, the living room, or outside, they were constantly there, a joint nuisance during your pre-teen years. you were just as much of a nusiance, bugging them, pestering them with whatever seemed to be on your mind at the time. you’d get a couple laughs, even if they were forced, but it was only right. you were their best friend’s baby sister, and they didn't mind you too much. they thought you were adorable, like a cute version of your brother. no matter how it seemed to you, what you felt for mark was just puppy love. it wasn’t something anybody found weird, as obvious as it was. you clung to him, laughed at his shitty jokes, and everybody found it adorable. there was nothing serious to it.
those years flew by faster than any of you had anticipated. a few summers later and you had grown into a beautiful, mature woman. you had put all the more care into your body, your studies, and your career. your brother often joked that he couldn’t recognize you, that you had grown up way too fast. he wasn’t far off, actually. you had spent a few summers away, studying abroad in greece for shits and giggles. the distance wasn’t as ideal as the progress, but you didn't regret a thing.
you came back a changed woman, and you were more than pleased with yourself. you missed korea more than anything, even the less than pleasantries that came with it. your brother was the first to greet you, embracing you in a big hug the minute you came in. he hadn’t seen you in years, and he was more than stunned with the outcome. “wow, you've gotten uglier,” he joked as he ruffled your hair. you only rolled your eyes at him, slapping his shoulder lightly. “you haven't changed at all, i see.” he mocked your words, sticking his tongue out after to emphasize one thing—just because you had changed doesn't mean everybody else did.
when it was time for his friends to come around, you realized just how little everything else had changed. your brother and his friends stuck to their usual routine, just like when they were younger. you didn’t think much of it, even though the thought of mark still lingered in your mind. you did your best to push it aside, reminding yourself that whatever it was you felt—you felt it ages ago. you were a kid, it was puppy love, and you didn't know any better.
when they finally came around, they made themselves comfortable in the backyard. your brother had informed them of your return, and they were ecstatic to see you, to see how you were doing. to see if you had changed, to see if you were dating, thought one of them in particular. the first thing that you did was dash out of the house to greet them. there were whoops of approval, a few warm hugs and handshakes, all mingling in the air with a few cheers of, “we missed you” and “you've changed so much.” you were thrilled with the feedback, taking in every bit of what everybody had to say. all but one.
mark didn’t know what exactly it was that he was expecting to see when you walked out. your brother spoke highly of your change, saying it was like you had matured overnight, but mark took his words with a grain of salt. he managed to stay afloat despite his anticipation, until you had finally revealed yourself. his knuckled turned white with the force of his fingers clutching his seat, yet he couldn’t utter a word. everyone was able to say something, to greet you, everyone but him. the words were there, he knew exactly what it was he wanted to say, but they refused to come out.
you met his gaze swiftly, failing to realize the sheer tension behind them, even as everybody quieted down. “hey, markie,” you approached him with a soft smile, standing on your toes as you wrapped your arms around his neck. “missed you so much.” he felt as if time had come to a halt, his body growing more warm and more intense with every passing second. he felt the way your arms enveloped him, and all he could smell was you. it was a familiar scent, a comforting one tinted with vanilla and cinnamon.
he finally forced himself to hug you back, his arms snaking around your waist. “missed you more, (y/n).” fuck, was he grateful to have finally said something, anything. it was when you finally pulled away that he finally got a good look at you, at what he had been missing out on for years on end. your brother had sugarcoated his praise and approval, you had changed in ways that felt vulgar to say aloud. it was the way the european sun had done you justice, lightening your hair and tanning your skin. he found himself face-to-face with said justice, the white tan lines peeking under your tank top giving him all the indication.
he saw it in the way your eyes beamed with something foreign, something that wasn’t childlike nor pure. it was something dangerous, something intimidating that forced his gaze to lock with yours, decorated by black strokes of eyeliner. it was in the way the tank top hung from your body, hovering just above your belly button—no, something hovering just above your pierced belly button. fuck, he could feel it now, in all the wrong places. it was in the way he could see your hard nipples under the sheer top, visible with the cold air brushing over them. it was in the way your short were too tight and, well, too short, hanging just an inch below your ass. he felt disgusting for looking, and he knew it was obvious.
“i’m gonna go back inside,” you announced aloud to everyone, but yours eyes never left mark. neither did the stupid smirk playing on your lips, fuck, maybe not everything changed. “it’s getting a little cold for me.” everybody murmured hums of approval, nothing too special, but mark was frozen in his spot. he watched you as you turned back around and went back inside, his eyes glazing over everything—the way your hair shifted, your shoulderblades, the curve of your back, and your ass. he felt awful, but he couldn't help himself. everything that seemed cute years ago no longer seemed cute.
“you better watch yourself, mark lee,” your brother cut through the silence as he sipped his beer, his tone accusatory in a playful way. “she’s still my baby sister.”
you were his baby sister, that was the only thing that hadn’t changed. what really changed was mark. he held it off for as long as he could, telling himself it didn’t matter, that you were both young and didn't understand what feelings were. you still didn’t understand, neither of you did, but feelings didn't matter anymore. you didn’t have to understand feelings to understand hormones.
“it’s weird seeing you drink,” you couldn't bite back the smirk playing on your face as you heard his voice. you leaned forward, arms crossed against the kitchen counter as you sipped your beer. it was like you had anticipated his arrival from the second you walked back into the house, it almost felt calculated. you didn’t turn back around, you could feel his presence, his gaze. “really weird.”
you hummed in response as you sipped your drink. you looked up at the window in front of you, locking eyes with his reflection, the smirk never leaving your face. “i’m full of surprises, right?” you practically purred, leaning forward as the straps of your top spilled down your shoulders. he felt the strain in his pants, one he prayed you wouldn't notice as his gaze flickered between your eyes and the valley of your cleavage, now all the more visible to him.
he tried to distract himself, to stop himself from giving in. his eyes fell to the floor, falling on a can of beer that either could’ve fallen to the floor, or been meticulously placed there. mark didn't know better, he never knew better. “you dropped a can,” he didn’t mean for his voice to tremble as much as it did, but it was too late. he was like a mouse in a room full of traps.
your smirk didn't falter as your gaze dropped to the can that you had placed by your feet. “you’re right,” you murmured as you sunk down. your legs remained upright, upper body bending down as you grabbed the can. you didn’t hear the way he cussed under his breath, but you didn’t need to. you saw it in his eyes as they dropped to your ass, the material of your shorts stuffed in between the mound of flesh, giving him the view he had been silently praying for. “didn't even notice.”
he wasn’t sure what it was that finally did it for him, but he had just about enough. you had turned your back to him once more, as if you were oblivious to what you were doing, but he caught the smirk on your face. it was just about enough to piss him off. his footsteps were heavy as he approached you, his breath hitching slightly as he bent down. his chest was tight, his heart thumping against his ribcage like a drum. “you’re really pushing it, aren’t you?” he spoke, his voice gruff with irritation. you scoffed, your hand grabbing his arm for balance as you turned, your clothed breasts brushing against his forearm.
you finally turned to face him, a glint in your eye. “pushing what exactly?” your tone was playful, taunting even. you had always been a tease, but now it was different. it wasn’t the same playful banter from when you were younger, it was something more, something that had his blood boiling.
his eyes searched yours, looking for any semblance of innocence he might've missed. he found none. “you know what i’m talking about,” he breathed, his hand hovering over your arm for a second too long. your skin felt hot under his touch, and he knew you felt it too. “gonna do something we’ll both regret.”
you leaned in closer, your breath grazing his cheek. “you think?” your voice was a whisper, filled with challenge. “i’m not a little girl anymore, mark.” your hand found its way to his chest, feeling the thump of his heart beneath his shirt. his eyes narrowed, the reminder hitting too close to home. “you're my best friend's baby sister,” he practically snapped, his frustration reaching a peak. his anger was misdirected, and he was aware of that. what he should’ve done was remind himself of the facts, the same facts that seemed to fight the tent in his pants. you stepped back, feigning innocence as you sipped from your can.
his gaze dropped to your mouth, watching the way your lips wrapped around the can. he could feel his resolve slipping away, his body begging him to do something, anything, to get closer to you. “it’s wrong,” he said, the words feeling foreign as they left his mouth. you set your beer down, a knowing smile playing on your lips. “is it?” your hand reached up, playing with the strands of your hair.
his hand shot out, grabbing yours before it could reach your hair. “your brother,” he began, his voice strained. “your brother would kill me.”
you stepped closer again, your hand still in his grasp. “he’ll never find out,” you whispered, your eyes never leaving his. you leaned in, pressing your body against his. “no one’s gonna find out.”
his eyes darkened, his grip on your hand tightening. “we shouldn't,” he warned, his voice barely above a whisper. “you're playing with fire.” you leaned in even closer, your tits pressing against his chest. “maybe i like getting burned,” you murmured, your other hand reaching up to trace his jawline.
his control snapped. he crushed his mouth against yours, his tongue delving deep, tasting every part of you. his hands roamed your body, feeling every curve and dip. you moaned into his mouth, your body responding instinctively to his touch. the kitchen floor was cold under your bare feet as you stepped out of your shorts, his eyes dark with lust as he took in the sight of you. “mark,” you whimpered, pulling him closer. his response was to lift you onto the counter, your legs wrapping around his waist. he didn’t hesitate, his hand reaching into your panties, feeling the wetness that had been building up since you saw him again. “so eager,” he murmured against your neck, his teeth grazing your skin.
you pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it aside, revealing his muscular chest. your hands roamed over his biceps, taking in the warmth of his skin. “fuck,” you breathed as he kissed down your neck, his teeth scraping against your sensitive skin.
his hand found your tits, his thumb flicking over your hardened nipples as his free hand worked on your panties. you arched your back, pushing yourself closer to him. “mark,” you repeated, your voice needy. his mouth found your nipple, sucking and biting gently, making you gasp. his other hand found your clit, rubbing it in slow circles. “shit, you’re so wet,” he murmured, his voice filled with disbelief as your juices coated his finger, leaving his nail slick and shiny.
you were lost in the feeling, your hips bucking against his hand. “please,” you begged, your voice a desperate whine. he complied, his hand moving faster, his teeth biting down harder. then, he pulled away, leaving you panting, your eyes glazed with desire. “not yet,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “i wanna see all of you.”
you didn’t argue, letting him pull your tank top over your head, revealing your bare breasts. “just like that, fuck,” he murmured, his eyes roaming over the flesh of your tits, stopping at the sight of the metal piercing that clung to your belly button. every bit of it helped him see you in a different light, a light that made his cock painfully hard in his pants. he took in the sight of you, so needy, messy and on display for him. it was wrong and he knew it, but he was too entranced to care anymore.
his hand snuck up to your mouth, his thumb pressing into your lower lip as he stared into your eyes. “you're so fucking tempting,” he groaned, the words slipping out despite his better judgment. you took his thumb into your mouth, sucking lightly before speaking, “so are you.” it was all the invitation he needed.
his hand moved down to the button of his pants, the sound of his zipper echoing through the kitchen. he stepped closer, his cock springing free, thick and long. you took in the sight of him, licking your lips, your eyes wide with anticipation. “are you sure about this?” he asked, his voice hoarse with desire. “more than you’ll ever know,” you replied, your voice just as breathless.
his hand moved behind your head, tangling in your hair, pulling you closer to him. your eyes never left his as he guided his cock to your mouth, the tip teasing your lower lip. you parted your lips, letting him in, feeling the warmth and hardness of him on your tongue. his grip tightened, his hips bucking slightly as you took him in deeper. your eyes watered slightly, but you didn’t care. you liked the way he felt, the way he filled your mouth. you liked the way his breath hitched, the way his eyes rolled back.
you moved your head back, letting his dick fall out of your mouth with a wet pop. “so fucking pretty like this,” he murmured, his voice strained with lust.
his hand left your hair, moving to the small of your back, pressing you closer as he kissed you again. you could feel his length pressing against your stomach, leaving a wet trail against your belly button as it slid down to your pussy. your hand found its way to his cock, stroking him gently. “you’re gonna get me all dirty,” you murmured against his lips, your voice teasing. “you want it clean?” he responded, a hint of mischief in his tone. “maybe later,” you replied, your hand moving faster, your thumb smearing precum over the tip of his cock.
his hands moved to your ass, cupping the flesh, his fingers digging into your skin as he pulled you closer. you could feel his cock sliding through your folds, the head brushing against your clit. “mark,” you moaned, your legs tightening around his waist. “i know,” he murmured, his breath hot against your ear. “i know you want it.”
he didn’t wait for you to respond, didn't wait for permission. he pushed into you, filling you in one swift motion. you gasped, your nails digging into his shoulders. “fuck,” you whispered, the pain mixing with pleasure. he stilled, giving you a moment to adjust to his size. you took a deep breath, looking into his eyes. “more,” you demanded, your voice needy.
his thrusts grew deeper, harder, his cock sliding in and out of you with ease. the kitchen counter was cold against your back, but you didn’t care. all you could feel was the heat between your legs, the way his cock filled you up, the way his hands held onto you like you were his. “you're so fucking tight,” he groaned, his hips moving with a ferocity that had you seeing stars.
you met each of his thrusts with your own, your body moving in sync with his. “fuck me harder,” you begged, your voice strained. he complied, his hips slamming into you, the sound of skin on skin filling the room. you could feel yourself getting closer, your orgasm building like a storm inside of you. “mark, i’m gonna—"”
his hand came down, colliding with the flesh of your ass, the sound echoing through the kitchen. “not yet,” he grunted, his rhythm not faltering. “i’m not done with you.” you moaned, your body responding to his dominance. he reached around, his thumb finding your clit, rubbing it in circles as he fucked you. you knew it was risky, but the thrill of it only made you want it more. he was lost in the pleasure, the morbidly amazing feeling of your cunt milking everything he had to give you. his cock was big, hitting all the right places that had you clawing at his back. he held you in place, arms draped around your waist as he drilled into you. he made sure one hand toyed with the flesh of your ass, gripping and probing hard enough to paint bruises. his other hand roamed over your tits, kneading the flesh as his thumb tugged at your nipples, but his curiosity got the better of him.
he couldn’t help the way his hand dropped to your stomach, fingertips tracing the piercing. he loved the way the light adorned the material, it was like eye candy to him. he kept his hand there as he pounded into you, the realization of just how big he was compared to you dawning upon him. it had to do with how your cunt struggled to take him whole, the outline of his cock practically under the skin of your stomach. he was entranced by it, thrusting into you just a little harder to really see it. you were so small compared to him, yet there you were, taking him whole. he placed his palm ovee your stomach as he continued to tear your pussy apart, his hand clasped over the outline of his cock. it was like he was jacking himself off, while he was inside you.
the pressure grew as his pace quickened, your body tightening around him. “please, ’m gonna cum,” you whimpered, your voice a mix of pleasure and pain. “do it,” he urged, his hand pressing down harder on your stomach. your eyes squeezed shut as your orgasm crashed over you, your body shaking with the intensity of it. he groaned, his thrusts growing more erratic as he chased his own release. “gonna fill this pussy up,” he warned, his voice strained. “please,” you moaned, your cunt clenching around him.
his cock swelled, pulsing as he came inside you, his cum filling you up. your legs tightened around his waist, your body trembling with the aftershocks of your climax. your breath came put ragged and harsh, your chest heaving as his cum spilled down your thighs. he leaned into you, his forehead pressing against yours.
you could feel his heart racing against your chest, his breath hot and ragged in your ear. “what now?” he whispered, his voice filled with uncertainty. “now, we clean up,” you replied, your voice low and sultry, your hand reached down, wrapping around his still hard cock. “and maybe we do it again,” you suggested, your eyes never leaving his.
his eyes searched yours, looking for any sign of regret or hesitation. what he found was a spark of excitement, a challenge. “you’re insatiable,” he murmured, his voice filled with awe. “a little bit,” you replied, your smile widening. “now, get me off this counter before i get a bruise.”
he chuckled, his grip on your ass tightening as he lifted you off the counter. your legs wrapped around his waist, your arms around his neck. “where to?” he asked, his voice still thick with lust. “my room,” you murmured, your eyes half-lidded. “we have all night.”
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mykoreanlove · 8 months ago
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i am beyond ✨delulu✨ for this man
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“Y/N! Baby! Love of my life! Y/N!”
Taemin’s longing calls filled the whole apartment.
It had been a lazy day for both of you; you had not even bothered to leave the bed.
“I’m coming!”, you screamed back, hoping he’d hear you in the other room.
You smiled to yourself as you applied the vanilla-scented lotion all over your body, taking your time to pamper yourself some more. You deeply inhaled the scent and reveled in the feelings it gave you. Safety, comfort, and love, just like Taemin did.
The look in the mirror confirmed it beautifully – you were glowing, radiating with love and happiness like never before.
“Y/N!”
You shook your head laughing and put on a silky robe, making your way over to your bratty boyfriend.
It was dark as the sun had already set but the golden fairy lights he had put up in the whole apartment guided you on your way to him.
Taemin sat on the leather couch, eagerly waiting for you. He wasn’t wearing anything but grey sweats, showing off his upper body deliciously.
His eyes glowed as brightly as the fairy lights as he finally saw you.
“Y/N!”, he smiled happily.
You walked over to him with the biggest smile on your lips, eternally grateful to be loved like that.
Taemin’s eyes didn’t leave you as you walked over to him, quite the opposite actually. He was looking you up and down, gracefully admiring what was his.
You sat down on his lap and brushed away his dark, long hair, exposing his beautiful features even more.
“Why did you call me?”, you whispered innocently.
His hands roamed your body cautiously, treating your delicate skin like marble. Soon after, they landed forcefully on your ass, squeezing, and pulling you closer to him.
“I just missed you too much.”, he answered truthfully.
“We spent the whole day fucking and you still miss me?”, you laughed out loud.
“Technically, it wasn’t the whole day”, he whispered while looking into your eyes deeply. “Let’s make it that though.”
You placed a soft kiss on his plush lips while mumbling.
“You’re insatiable, Lee Taemin.”
Taemin broke the kiss and looked at you, hands at your sides squeezing.
“How could I not be when it’s you, y/n?”
Butterflies fluttered in your stomach, once again, you were falling for him.
Your lips crashed onto each other, hungrily longing for more.
Wandering hands, grazing teeth, soft lips, and dirty kisses – Taemin loved you in the same way he performed his music: artistically and eclectically.
You were grinding on him, feeling the hard bulge against your throbbing core.
His hands wandered to the front of your robe, untying the knot, and slipping it off your shoulders.
“That’s a very pretty gown, baby. But it looks better on the floor if you ask me.”
You chuckled as you slid it off entirely, exposing your nude body to him.
His eyes widened once more, admiring every single inch of you. Even though he had seen you naked millions of times, he was still taken aback by it. He never made you feel ordinary or taken for granted, no, he made you feel like a precious gem, like something you would die for.
“I was right. You look way better without it.”, he mused.
He placed a soft kiss on your shoulder.
“Taste so good”, he mumbled against your skin.
He buried his head into your neck and inhaled your scent.
“Smell so good”, he muttered quietly.
Taemin loved praising you, whereas you loved the feeling of being praised. His worship got to your head, turning you into a throbbing mess.
“Taemin”, you whined as you circled your hips once more.
“What is it? Is my baby needy?”
You cried out in frustration, needing him right this instant.
His eyes wandered to his crotch, smirking while doing so. The area was dark grey, proof of how needy you truly were.
He shook his head in fake disapproval and looked at you once more.
“So needy for me, huh? Leaking on my sweatpants like that?”
Your cheeks turned rosy, slightly embarrassed by your actions.
“Adorable”, he muttered under his breath as he saw you get shy and look down.
“You really need me that badly, huh?”
You nodded again. With a swift motion he got up from the couch while still holding you, walking towards the bedroom once more.
“Can’t say no to that, can I?”
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moncherijoie · 6 months ago
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I need a fluff Taemin where him and reader are dating in private
𝑴𝒚 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓★
ᴛᴀᴇᴍɪɴ
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𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝙽𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏.
In the corner of a dimly lit café, you and Taemin find refuge from the relentless glare of the spotlight. Here, in the comforting scent of freshly brewed coffee, you share stolen moments of intimacy away from the prying eyes of the world. Taemin, known for his mesmerizing performances on stage, finds himself captivated by the genuine laughter and sparkling eyes of you, a woman whose presence illuminates his world in ways he never thought possible.
"You look so beautiful tonight honey." "Can you stop?" You said in response to him. Looking away as your face began to flush.
"It hurts when I have to be away from you most of the time." Taemin held your hand and caressed it with his thumb. "But I feel safe and secure when I'm with you again."
You look back at Taemin who is now admiring your features. "When do I get to see you again?" You asked. That was all on your mind. You didn't want to worry about the next time anymore.
Taemin pushed some hair strands behind your ear before cupping your face. "Whenever you want because you're my star and I'll do anything for you."
You smiled before he pulls you in for a kiss.
"I'm thankful for you." You said once the two of you separate. "I'm thankful for your mother. Since she made the biggest blessing in my life." He always go over the top to compliment you.
You hid your face in your hands as Taemin laughed softly. "Hurry up and eat, something's waiting for you at my apartment." You eyes glistened as you hurry to finish your food.
Taemin admiring you the whole time as raindrops hit the window.
You were his whole universe.
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stayshineee · 1 year ago
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Forget Me Not
pairing: bf!mark x f!reader
genre: angst
words: 680
a/n: hey guys! i was feeling a little angsty so here's a oneshot after a long break :)
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What do people hear when they die? Is it the waves crashing on the shore? Or is it bells chiming in the wind? Or do they hear nothing at all?
The first thing I remember hearing is a voice singing. I'm not sure what song it is but I can feel an overwhelming sense of comfort, as if I'm being wrapped in a warm hug. Home. The voice feels like home.
Then as quickly as it appeared, it vanishes. I look around and all I see is white. I blindly attempt to move forward but no matter how fast or long I run, I don't budge from where I am.
Suddenly, the scene changes and I hear the voice again. Only this time, he's standing in front of me and calling out a name.
"Y/N! Y/N! haha come on stop that tickles hahaha! Y/N! "
Y/N? Who's Y/N? Why does my heart feel heavy hearing that name?
I'm sure he's still laughing, I can hear the mirth in his voice but I still can't see his face. I rub my eyes, yet when I open them he's still faceless as before but now I can see him walking on the beach, dancing in the rain, and nodding his head to the music from his headphones. It's strange.
The more the images, the more I feel like an intruder. As if I'm a stranger watching the highlights of someone else's life on repeat. And yet the sound of his laughter continues, as though he's telling me it's okay to watch.
All of a sudden, there's a loud crash and everything stops.
Silence.
And then I hear the screaming and crying. The sounds of despair cut through the silence and sends chills down my spine. My stomach churns and my ears ring. Then I hear the voice again. Only this time, it isn't laughing.
It's crying.
"Y/N! Y/N! Y/N! Nurse! Doctor! Somebody get the doctor! She's waking up!"
I slowly open my eyes but quickly shut them again. Why is everything so bright? Slowly, I blink my eyes open and look up to see shadows hovering around me.
"Ms. L/N ! Y/N L/N, can you hear me?"
I slowly look up to see a man in a white coat looking at me. He lets out a relieved sigh, as if he's happy to see me. He tells me that I am in the hospital because I was in an accident and have been in a coma for a 3 months.
3 months? I've been asleep for that long? My chest tightens as I register the gravity of the situation and I feel the tears pricking at my eyes. However, before I can succumb to the turmoil stirring within me, two arms wrap around me.
"Y/N I 'm so glad you're okay, I was so scared that you wouldn't wake up. I missed you so much."
The voice is shaky, as though he can't believe I'm here sitting in front of him. He hugs me tight, like he's scared that if he lets go I'll disappear.
After a couple of seconds, he pulls back and I finally get a look at him. His hair is as blue as the ocean. He's gazing at me so softly, and he's smiling, as though I handpicked the stars and put them in the sky. When I peek closer, I can see the unshed tears shining in his eyes.
I can feel his hands on mine, firm and soft. Gently stroking them, as though I'm the most precious person in the universe. Carefully, I pull my hands out from his.
He freezes and shoots me a worried glance.
"Y/N, what's wrong? Is something hurting?"
I look at the boy in front of me and see a complete stranger. With no recognition in my voice, I whisper.
"Who are you?"
Silence. I gaze around the room and see everyone staring back at me with shock. Then a boy with soft brown hair and pink highlights comes forward.
"Y/N, that's Mark, your boyfriend. You've been dating for 4 years."
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exosmutfactory · 2 years ago
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Double Trouble: DECISIONS 💕
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A/n: No smut; for this part at least 💕
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networks — @/superm-net @/bbh-net 
pairing — Hyun & You
word count — 386
genre — romance, domestic!au, husband! (💕) Hyun
category — fluff(??), mutual pining 💕
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“Make me make—BAD DECISIONS.”
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You had talked for a few years, dated for a while, and—as recently as 2 years ago, been married to the love of your life: Hyun.
You still remember the day you met. The overnight flight, stuffy conference room, and brief introductions. His broad shoulders, kissable lips, and bright brown eyes. A sharp three-piece suit, honey toned skin, and a confident stride. He immediately caught your eye, but he was an associate of the company that your own boss was interested in collaborating with. Unreachable. Completely off limits. You knew better than to mix work with pleasure.
But he was so charming. Always a gentleman. He opened doors for you and never looked down on you, knowing full well that you were his equal in the field. A woman worthy of her position after the many years it took you to get there. He listened to you: your marketing ideas and operational insight. The thoughts that swam laps around your mind.
Contract coworkers became acquaintances. Acquaintances became good friends. He drove across 4 districts to pick you up when your car broke down in the middle of the road. He pulled you back from the crosswalk when a truck ran the red light. He was a listening ear for you on the nights that you couldn’t hold the weight of the world on your shoulders all by yourself. And you did the same for him. Tenfold.
Over the years, you laughed at each other’s jokes, leaned on each other’s shoulders, and grew not only as individuals, but as a team. A pair. A couple of 9 to 5, caffeine high, and sleep deprived people who somehow figured out everything right. Not perfect, but for the both of you? Just right.
It wasn’t love at first sight. Sparks didn’t immediately fly. It was slow. Gradual. Continuous. Endless. Then one day, he looked over at you from across his living room and said, “I’d like to hang out with you for my whole life.”
Things have always been steady with Hyun. You both built a foundation together. A sturdy structure of mutual love, trust, and respect. Dating a business partner is not always a great decision—it’s more often than not a bad decision, but you wouldn’t have the life you’ve built with him any other way.
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A/n: I'm slowly getting back into the swing of things. This drabble will have a smutty part 2, I just didn't want to tackle it all in one day and I didnt want to wait to post this little thing.
Life is better. School is going great. I finally found my 'creative vision' again after months of healing. I've found myself again, and with that, I'm ready to begin sharing my bbh stories with the world again.
And oh shit it's MAY 6TH IN THE US. HAPPY BIRTHDAY BAEKHYUN! 🎉🎊🎀🎁🎂🎈💕💖💗💘💝💞💟💓
Happy summer vacation to the students out there too. See you loves, hopefully, again soon 💗💖💞💕
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pearlaqua-eevee · 2 years ago
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Groups: SHINee (ult); EXO; SuperM; PIXY; Dreamcatcher; 2NE1; KARA Solos: TAEMIN, Baekhyun, Jonghyun
Biases: Taemin (SHINee, SuperM), Jonghyun (SHINee), Baekhyun (EXO, SuperM), Dia (PIXY) & Ella (formerly), Siyeon (Dreamcatcher), CL (2NE1)
Bias Wreckers: Minho (SHINee), Ten (SuperM), Sehun (EXO)
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blu-joons · 4 years ago
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Get Upstairs ~ Byun Baekhyun
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“Well, hello,” you chuckled as you walked into the living room, eyes spotting Baekhyun instantly laid out on the floor, trying to catch his breath after finishing his work out.
His hands instantly fell over his chest to cover his bare body, sitting himself up as he tried to mask how hard he was working to try and get his breathing back to normal.
You walked in slowly, unable to take your eyes off of him and how incredible he looked, perching on the end of the sofa beside him, leaning down to greet him with a kiss as he pouted up at you.
“Don’t stop on my account,” you teased, happy to sit back and admire the view, “pretend that I’m not even here.”
Baekhyun’s head shook, turning his body around so that he was sat facing you, resting his hands against your knees, “it’s a shame you’ve shown up now, I’ve just finished my workout.”
Your hands reached forward to run through his messy hair, feeling the beads of sweat that dripped down his forehead. You tugged gently at the knots, hearing him yelp from the tension that it caused, smirking across at you.
“I reckon your workout isn’t done quite just yet,” you whispered, switching your eyes across to look at the staircase on the other side of the room.
It didn’t take long for Baekhyun to pick up on what you were hinting at, unable to hide the smirk, and the bright red glow, that appeared on his face.
“I guess I could squeeze in a little more of a workout,” he shrugged, pushing himself up onto his feet with his lips firmly attached to yours.
His arms snaked around your waist and pulled you up from the sofa, not allowing any distance to be created between the two of you. Your hands continued to scruff the locks of his hair as Baekhyun carefully guided you in the direction of the stairs.
“Get up them stairs,” he hummed, breaking your kiss only for a few moments before attaching his lips back to yours, “no one can give me a workout quite like you can.”
Your head nodded as his strong arms picked you up off the ground, wrapping your legs around his waist as Baekhyun carried you up the stairs with ease. The sole of his foot kicked your bedroom door open once he reached the top, carrying you across to the bed before dropping you.
As soon as you fell, his body leant above yours, propping himself with his arms either side of you, “are you sure you’ve got the energy for another workout?” You teased, moving your hands down to cup either side of his face.
His head nodded, “of course, I can’t believe you’d ever doubt me.”
“Well, you’re getting old now,” you continued to push, watching as the colour in his eyes shifted to a darker, passionate, shade.”
“I can still show you a good time,” he assured you, “you just wait and see.”
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whosjunglejim4322 · 4 years ago
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"You can't be mad at me forever, you know?"
Your attemps at begging for forgiveness are near petulant, due to the fact that Yukhei has been sulking for over forty five minutes. His long arms are still crossed over his chest as he blankly, and sullenly, stares at the laptop screen, broad lips pulled down at the corners.
"M'not mad." He grumbles through his pout and the sound would be barely audible, if it weren't for the fact that you've plopped yourself down next to him on the far right corner of the couch, poking at the naked bronze skin of his thighs that aren't covered by his silky basketball shorts.
It's a shame, really, how even when he's annoyed all you can manage to feel is pure elation welling in your belly and forcing a prideful smile to stretch across your face at the fact that this big, vexed boy is yours - and still very much so upset about you eating his last cup of noodles despite the fact that he insists he's not.
"I'll go first thing in the morning and get you some more, kay?" You know he's hyper aware of the fact that you're facing his profile, eyes glued onto the planes of his high cheekbones, the unforgiving ridge of his taut jaw. However, when your palm smooths over the bulb of his knee, he can't bring himself to jerk it away.
"Okay, yeah." It's not a mumble this time, and as much as he wants to feign irritability, his grumpiness is begins to wear extremely thin when you wrap your hands around the thick of his bicep, planting your cheek against his shoulder that's padded by the grey hoodie he's wearing.
"I was hungry," you explain for the sixth time, scooting forward in an attempt to further your closeness while your nose tickles the side of his throat. "I'll make it up to you I promiseeeee."
You tilt your chin, enough to where your mouth will reach his skin and you place a delicate kiss against the curve of his jaw, the skin soft and sensitive, there. You feel the contraction of his muscles against you as his body goes stiff, before relaxing, even more than before.
"I know what you're doing," His voice is gruff but you know it's because he's getting worked up, that's his spot and you're really not playing fair right now but he feels his belly tighten in a familiar way, and now it's a fight to keep up his angry facade.
And of course, to make matters worse, you place another kiss closer to his ear, right underneath with the pad of your tongue following after and now he's trying to steady his breathing while your hands wander past his navel and underneath the hem of his sweatshirt; fingers eager to feel the warmth of the silky skin that covers the taut area.
"C'mon, I forgive you okay just- I forgive you." He groans suddenly, throwing his head back in defeat, spreading his thighs almost instinctively. You're practically beaming.
"You forgave me a long time ago," you muse, the fingers of your free hand reaching up to gently grasp the haphazard, messy raven strands of his hair. "just needed to work you up a lil first, baby."
Suddenly, he's not so upset anymore.
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marksdaydreams · 3 months ago
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— sometimes you're a whole daydream;
for you ; you decide to write about Mark.
love ; the little ways you fell in love with Mark Lee.
mine ; you're not his, so why does his heart burn when someone else's name rolls off your lips? [implied smut]
scarlet ; "how do you want to die?" [mafia!au, angst]
you are ; you remind him of golden sunrays and poetry. [f]
never ; he'll come back to you, right? [a,f]
kiss ; mark lee likes to kiss you a lot. [f]
i wish i wrote the way i thought ; i really just want to write about you forever, mark. [f]
i do ; wedding vows sound like forever. [f]
romeo ; there's just something about mark's presence. [suggestive]
body ; he just wants to appreciate you. [f]
a little ; you were just asking for a goodbye from him. [angst]
know you ; the one where he tells you how he fell in love with you. [fluff]
say ; being friends with benefits with Mark is a little too hard for you. [suggestive]
you don't feel like love to me ; what is mark if he isn't love? [aesthetic]
fear ; mark can't help but keep coming back to you, and you can't help but not love him.
sweet ; some days are just too domestic. [fluff]
do you? : you write a break-up letter. [angst]
summer nights ; breaking up with your first love comes easier to you than him, sometimes. [slight angst]
who ; mark knows you'd leave your boyfriend for him, so who is he to stop it?
underdressed ; indoor days with online class and a boyfriend that's quite done with uni. [fluff]
cast ; mark wants you to have the best that the world can offer. [suggestive]
by your side ; you're hurt, and mark can't see you in pain.
broken-hearted lover ; mark's love for joy seems to grow every day, and so does your love for mark.
out loud ; mark is your best friend first, boyfriend second, and soulmate forever.
roulette ; mark makes you a bet you can't refuse.
far-fetched ; the break-up is only biding it's time, and mark has honestly had enough. [angst]
you ; mark just can't hold on to his feelings any longer, even though he knows you're someone else's. [angst]
candy ; mark finds you in a restaurant being stood up, so he does what any best friend would do and becomes your date. [fluff]
couch ; spending the last dregs of the evening with Mark. [fluff]
trigger ; would you be able to pull the trigger on Mark, even if he was a spy? [mafia!au]
seasons ; the seasons always bring out a different side of Mark, and each one is your favourite. [aesthetic]
confess ; renjun gets you before mark, and the realisation is crushing him. [angst]
BLUE ; "you were red, and i was blue; we touched, and suddenly i was the lilac sky."
years & years ; you meet mark after years of being in love with him and never confessing.
religious ; mark worships you.
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allyreactions · 4 years ago
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Snowboy | NCT Drabble { Mark Lee }
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♡ pairings ; boyfriend! Mark x gender neutral reader
♡ genre ; holiday cheer, fluffy fluff 
♡ word count ; 0.5k
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“Baby, come here.” Mark beckoned to you. 
You walked towards you boyfriend who was knelt down in the snow. You watched as he formed a tight ball of snow in his hands. 
“Oh no, I’m not having a snowball fight right now.” You joked, “You have way better aim than me.”
Mark chuckled as he placed the snowball back on the ground. The snowball gradually grew bigger, collecting more snow as he rolled it around. 
“No baby, I wanna make a snowman!” 
Mark loved playing in the snow. It reminded him of his days back in Canada as kid when he would play with his older brother during winter break. Though, he can’t spend every winter with his family, he tries his best to make happy memories in the snow with you.  No matter what activity it was, he loved being out in the snow with you.
“Okay fine, we’ll make a snowman.” You agreed, shaking your head slightly at his childish nature. 
You crouched down in the snow next to him and helped him pack snow onto his ever-growing snowball. The wet snow was cold as you picked up a clump of snow and formed it tightly in your hands. You really should have brought gloves out with you, but regardless, you pushed through. The smile on your boyfriend’s face was enough to ease the freezing pain.
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“Okay, now that the body is done, we just need to decorate him.” Mark said, removing his scarf and wrapped it around the neck of the snow pal.
You looked around you, scanning the area for potential items to decorate your icy friend with. You walked over to a nearby tree to search for a couple fallen sticks to use as arms, while Mark walked to the sidewalk in search of pebbles to make facial features with.
After collecting your items, the both of you walked back over to your snowy friend and applied them. You stuck the two small branches into the sides of the body and Mark arranged the small stones he found to make a sweet face.
“Aww, he looks adorable! Now all he needs is a hat.” You removed your fuzzy grey hat and placed it on the snowman’s head.
You and Mark took a step back and admired your work.
“What should we name him?” Mark asked.
You thought about it for a second, but the obvious answer was staring you straight in the face.
“How about ... ‘Snowboy’?” You suggested. 
“I love it.” Mark said with a smile as he took ahold of your hand and pulled you closer.
“Y/N, your hands is freezing!” His eyes were concerned, and his mouth formed a frown. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m alright,” You reassured. “but I am a little cold.”
As if it couldn’t have been better timing, a harsh gust of wind blew in your direction. And without your hat, the wind felt sharper. You shivered at the sudden frosty feeling.
“Let’s go inside then.” Mark said, brushing the windblown hair out from your eyes. “We’ll warm up with some hot cocoa, hm?”
“That sounds wonderful.” You said, placing a soft kiss on his cheek, causing him to rub his cheek.
“Ahh, your lips are cold too!” He laughed.
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writemekpop · 1 year ago
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Live A Little | Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul (Ten)
Summary: You knew that a holiday with your best friend Ten would be wild… you just didn’t expect to fall in love with him.
Genre: Friends to lovers AU
Word count: 1k @tyongie
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“Ten, what are you doing? You’ll get soaked!”
You watched in horror as your best friend Ten ran out from under the bridge, right into the thunderstorm.
Ten stood in the middle of the empty road, arms flung out, face tilted up to the sky.
Thick, warm drops of monsoon rain soaked him in an instant. The rain slid down his body, darkening his clothes and making his T shirt cling to his slim, muscled frame.
Ten turned to look at you, his dark eyes glinting mischievously.
He cocked two fingers at you.
“Come here,” he said, smirking. 
“No way! I don’t want to catch a cold!”
Ten just smiled, and turned his head to the sky once more. His handsome face was smooth, blissful. The rain soaked his plump lips.
Your eyes traced the droplets that curved down his Adam’s apple and pooled in his collar bones. The sight of him sent shivers down your spine. You couldn’t tear your eyes away. Ten had never looked less like your loveable best friend. He looked like a beautiful stranger.   
Not one drop of rain had touched crisp white shirt and business skirt. You could feel your bra digging into your skin, and your tight bun made your head throb.
You wanted to be carefree like Ten. You wanted him to lick your wounds and kiss your worries away. A strange feeling was swelling inside you. You realised that Ten was the answer to every question that had filled your head since you got here.
The realisation that you were in love with your best friend hit you like a truck.
You pulled out your bun, letting your hair fall past your shoulders.
Then, you took a deep breath and stepped out from under the bridge.
The rain drenched your body. It was warm, soothing your tightly wound muscles, coaxing a moan from your lips. 
Ten’s head turned towards the sound.
He walked towards you. His sly smirk transformed into a full-on grin by the time he reached you.
“Look who finally let her hair down,” Ten teased, twirling a soaked curl of your hair between his fingers.
You grasped Ten’s hand and pressed it against your chest, hoping he could feel your thundering heartbeat under his palm.
Ten’s brows quirked up.
Your words died on your lips. What did you want?
“I want – I want to be free like you,” you said, gulping. “I want… to be passionate like you. I want…”
Ten hummed, pretending to think.
Ten watched you with cold interest. “Is that all?”
“I want you,” you finally said.  
“You just have to do one thing,” he said, trying not to smile.
“Anything,” you gasped.
“Close your eyes.”
You let your eyelids fall shut. Your whole body felt alive, every cell was pulsing.  
At first, nothing happened. All you could feel was the rain splashing against your face. You stayed still, hoping, praying…
Then, suddenly, you felt warm, plump lips pressing against yours.
You gasped. You had never kissed your friend before. You didn’t even think you were his type. But the more you kissed, the more right it felt. It was like something had been missing in your relationship all these years, and this was it. Ten’s body against yours – that was what you had been craving.  
You moaned against Ten’s lips, reaching your hands to tug through his soft, dyed hair.
Ten’s head tilted back, and a slow, sexy grin spread over his lips.
“Took you long enough,” Ten said, dark eyes raking down your body.
You let out a laugh. You pulled Ten towards you, feeling his arms curl around your waist.
“Shut up and kiss me again.” 
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keehomania · 2 months ago
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JOHNNY SUH (서영호) — FRIENDS
(DRABBLE) ✧.* MINORS DNI (18+)
JOHNNY SUH was completely, utterly lost. he was lost in it, in you, in the sensation of you. he was lost in the way you milked him dry, giving him the perfect view of your tits bouncing in his face as you pressed your palms against the wall in front of you , leaning forward with your back arched as you met his pace with swift, harsh bounces with a cigarette in your mouth. he was lost in the way you moaned his name, begging him to go harder, faster before whispering sweet nothings into his ear to push him off the edge. “tearing my pussy open, fuck,” you purred, your breath hot against his ear as the tip of your tongue danced alongside his earlobe, voice muffled with the filter between your lips. “fuck me so good, gonna make me squirt all over this dick.”
he was absolutely lost in it, letting himself absorb the sheer filth of it all. he allowed himself those few minutes of escape, of temporary pleasure. his hands groped the flesh of your tits, squeezing the soft skin and probing at your sensitive nipples. his mind was a mess as his hands slid down your waist before stopping at your hips, cupping your ass. he leaned forward to take your tit into his mouth, letting the other one collide with his cheek as he sucked around your nipple. his hands spanked the soft of your ass, his thumb coming down to probe at your tight, sensitive asshole. he’d never fully push it in, he’d just keep it there long enough to hear you moan some more, to feel you clench around nothing but his fingernail.
“you’re so pretty,” the praise would always come through before johnny could stop himself, the words leaving a bitter aftertaste as they passed his lips. he hated himself for speaking his thoughts aloud, even if it wasn’t intentional. he hated himself even more when you didn’t respond, flashing him a mere smile in response. you were too lost in what he had to offer, your cunt clenching around his dick as you leaned forward to press your lips to his. you placed a single kiss to his lips, enough to give him a taste of the smoke. you pulled away to press the filter to his lips, watching with hungry eyes as he took a long drag.
it was his favorite part, kissing you. it felt more intimate than the sex itself. he didn’t hesitate to kiss you back, he’d always give in one way or another. his lips clashed with yours, melting against them as he cupped your cheek. he exhaled, blowing the smoke into your mouth as his tongue traced your bottom lip. you kissed him with desire, hunger, all the while he kissed you as if you were fragile, like you were on the verge of breaking. “your dick’s so fucking big, ’m close,” you whined, breaking the kiss to press your forehead against his.
he was just as close, thrusting upwards to match your speed. he practically felt his eyes roll into the back of his head as you tightened around his dick, your thighs slick with your juices and spread to give him the perfect view of your cunt swallowing him whole. you were greedy, but you were tempting, so he let you have him. he wanted more than what you were offering him, but he knew his chances were less than slim. he had broken up with his girlfriend and it left him heartbroken, in need of a distraction to fill the void. after a few bottles of beer and hours of consoling him, you had agreed to numb some of his pain, as friends. you had been fucking constantly, as friends. you were giving him everything he wanted, yet he wanted none of it. he had broken the first rule, and he wanted all of you. he hated himself for ever suggesting the entire ordeal, being friends with benefits. he didn’t want to be your friend, and he didn’t want these benefits anymore. he just wanted you.
“cum inside me,” you exhaled, your hair plastered to your forehead with sweat. you had never looked more tempting, riding his dick with a cigarette limp between your lips, tits shaking with every thrust he had to offer. “know you want to, johnny.” of course he wanted to, who wouldn’t? he wrapped his arms around your waist to pull you in once more as his balls slapped against your ass, the angle allowing him to hit all the right spots.
he groaned in your ear, the sound of his raspy voice shooting straight through your core as you felt the coil in your stomach tighten. you could practically feel him coming up your ribcage as he held you close, pounding into your pussy with all his might. the cigarette trembled between your fingers and, soon enough, you found yourself tossing it aside, your limbs too numb to hold onto anything but the weight of your lust. at first, you felt bad, knowing you were just using each other. you wanted to be more than his sanctuary, than his friend, but it was too late for that. you forced yourself to comply, and eventually, you let yourself enjoy it.
“i’m gonna—” johnny cut himself off with a grunt, his fingers wrapping around the flesh of your hips as he lifted himself once more, filling your pussy to the brim with a loud moan. he let go, his cock throbbing with your walls clenching around it as he came inside you, shooting thick ropes of sticky white into you. it felt too good, all of it. he loved how warm you were, how tight you felt, how he always felt like he was breaking you with nothing but the size of his cock.
you moaned at the feeling of his hot cum seeping into your cunt, the scent of smoke lingering in his mouth as you kissed him once more. then, you felt yourself fall apart. you came just as hard, your vision going blurry as you clenched around his softening cock, pussy tightening around it as it spasmed some more, as if to tell you that you had milked it dry once again. you fell apart as you leaned back onto your elbows, spreading your legs farther apart to give johnny one last peek. he saw it, the way his cock slipped out of you and pushed against your slit, oozing with cum he didn’t even know he had in him. he watched the way your cunt throbbed, some of his seed spilling out as you did so. his cock felt hot against your naked thigh, threatening to harden a second time.
the opportunity was cut short as you stood up, swinging you bare legs off the bed. “going so fast?” johnny didn’t mean for it to sound as desperate as it did, truly. he watched as you approached your desk, taking another cigarette from the box and pressing it to your lips. you looked too good to be true—your makeup was smeared with tears, your hair slick with sweat, your lips plump and swollen, every curve of your naked body mingling with the light that filtered through the curtains. you turned to face him with a smile, crossing your legs despite being on display for him once more.
“got a date scheduled,” your tone was casual, as if you were oblivious to the ache that flared up in his stomach as your words cut through the silence. you were, in fact, very oblivious. more smoked passed your lips as you flashed him a smile, tucking the filter back into your mouth as you slid your panties back on. “we can go again tonight if i come back.”
if you came back. it was almost like you wanted him to suffer, but you didn't. it was nobody’s fault but his own. the thought of another man having you in any way that came to mind made him sick to his stomach, but there was nothing he could do about it. you were just friends, after all. so, he forced himself to lean back, crossing his arms behind his head as he forced a smile. “i hope you have a great time,” he lied. everything about it was a lie, after all. you smiled, your gaze alive with light as you looked at him like he was all you had. he was. after all, he was your best friend.
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Back in the days Taemin used to date a lot of girls that were easy - easy to impress, easy to have and easy to manipulate.
They were infatuated with him, blatantly oblivious to his real character, solely obsessed with his idol persona.
He would toy with them, but none of them had what it took for him to fall in love.
He’d use them as he pleased.
Used them from the back, front, upside down, standing, sitting, in public or behind closed doors but it was always him asserting dominance, remaining in control.
Until you showed up.
Blowjobs were a risky thing for him, giving up control and letting you lead was terrifying to him.
Terrifyingly sexy.
„Baby, why are you on your knees?“
He was pushed against the wall, nowhere left to go. Taemin looked down and watched you, sat on your knees looking up to him, batting your lashes at him.
„Is that a problem, Tae Tae?“, you purred seductively.
He shook his head and watched your fingers glide over his legs - starting with the shins and going up to his thighs.
His heart started beating faster, suddenly he was hyper aware of the room‘s hotness.
Taemin placed his hands on your head, guiding you, trying to regain some control but you hissed at him instantly.
„Arms up, Taemin“, you commanded sternly.
He obliged, putting his arms up as if he had been caught by the police.
„Good boy“, you praised him proudly.
Your fingers traced further north, playing with the buttons on his pants. They were silver and cold to the touch.
You looked up at him again and asked innocently: „May I?“
God, how could he deny you?
Your beautiful eyes were glistening with desire, full of longing for him. He watched you lick your lips in anticipation, ready to devour him.
Taemin nodded silently, still pressed to the wall. He watched you unzip his pants and pull them down, admiring the impressive bulge that had formed underneath his boxers.
His heart was beating like a drum, his ears were ringing, he could hardly hear anything anymore.
Swiftly, you pulled down his boxers and were taken aback by his cock - massively throbbing for you.
„Fuck Taemin, it’s a shame you rarely let me give you head. Your cock is screaming for me, look at this.“, you mused.
In this moment he had to agree, giving up control more often may not be that bad after all.
You gave him one final look, batting your doll eyes at him before you took him all in, instantly moaning in pleasure.
Taemin‘s eyes rolled back, surrendering to this sensation.
You had trouble fitting all of him in your mouth but luckily you had hands to help, giving him a mixture of the wetness of your mouth and the force of your hands.
„Fuck“, he moaned under his breath.
You wanted this so badly, wanted to let him know how much you desired him.
His chest was heaving heavier, as he was already close.
„I want to touch you, y/n“, he whispered as he watched you from above.
You met his gaze and ignited an even bigger fire within him, seeing you sucking on his dick did a number on his ego.
Taemin lovingly placed his hands around your face, cupping you as you sucked harder.
You were good at this, oh absolutely, but it was not the touch of your plush lips around his cock or your tongue swirling around his glans or the poking against your throat, no, it were your eyes that drove him over the edge.
Your beautiful eyes that were filled with desire, longing and love for only him. Those eyes that never lied, always declaring the truth were the ones that made him cum in your mouth.
Taemin tasted heavenly, the perfect mixture of salty and sweet.
You sucked him off, garnering the last drop before you let go of him happily.
Before you could stand up he got down on his knees and crashed his lips onto yours, forcefully tasting himself on you.
„Thank you, baby“, he huffed out as he pressed his forehead against yours.
„For what?“
He chuckled sweetly.
„For taking me to new heights, y/n.“
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