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Rip It | Park Chaeyoung (Rosé)

Summary: You rip Rosé's dress in a fit of lustful frenzy... it turns her on like crazy!

Genre: Girlfriend!Rosé, fluffy

Word Count: 0.5k

You kicked open your bedroom door with one foot, without removing your lips from Rosé’s. 

You pushed your girlfriend up against the wall inside, greedily kissing down her long neck and to her collarbone. Her figure hugging dress was blood red and lace. You couldn’t wait to ruin it. 

“Somebody’s eager tonight,” Rosé said, as you moaned against her neck. 

“Your dress… so tight…” you said between kisses, “in your parents’ house too! I could barely control myself.” 

You had passed Rosé’s painfully long birthday dinner by imagining ripping off each piece of her clothing to reveal the slim tan body beneath. 

You would have jumped her right there at the dinner table, but you figured her parents would probably not have enjoyed that. 

“I know,” she said, sultrily. “Maybe that’s why I wore it.” 

Rosé’s fingers toyed with your hair and grazed the side of your neck, making you shiver. 

“God, my girlfriend’s such a tease.” you groaned. 

Rosé cupped your cheek and pulled you back up to her mouth. The kiss had a new hunger now. It was even more eager, the noise of panting breaths filling the dark apartment. 

You ran your hands over her chest, gripping the front of her dress in a desperate passion. The heat in your core was simmering, reaching boiling point…

Suddenly, you both heard a gigantic ripping noise. 

You froze. Rosé flicked on the light, to reveal… a huge tear in front of her dress! That you had made!

Her diamond studded bra winked at you from the massive rip. You bit your lip, looking at Rosé’s exposed skin. 

You chuckled a little. “Did I really rip it?”

Rosé laughed. “I knew you were eager, baby, but this is something else.” 

You bent down to inspect the tear. It revealed Rosé’s body in a naughty flash of brown. Without thinking, you gripped the sides of the tear and ripped it even wider. Rosé gasped. 

“You did not just do that…” she said, amazed.

You looked up at Rosé through your lashes. “Can’t handle it?” 

Rosé shook her head defiantly. Her smirk made her plump pink lips look even more kissable. “Course I can.” 

“Well,” you said, running your fingers over the bare skin, revealed by the tear. Rosé sucked in a shaky breath. “This is just the beginning. If you want, I can rip this whole dress apart. Your bra too.” 

Rosé smirked, her fingers reaching up the wall to turn the lights off again. “Bring it on, baby.”

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2 Truths & A Lie

Synopsis: Y/N lives a double life of both a dedicated university student and a social media baddie. Things get complicated when feelings and infatuation are thrown into the mix. Is she really living the best of both worlds?

Pairing: Johnny x fem!reader / Jaehyun x fem!reader / Mark x fem!reader

Feat: NCT members, Le Sserafim Yunjin, Chaewon & Kazuha

Genre: Social Media AU; crack, fluff, suggestive (maybe future smut idk yet)

Warnings: As per chapter

Start date: 01 July 2023

End date: tbd

A/N: It's my first baby, so idk wtf I'm doing here. Just winging it. Thank you so much to @thesafecafe for naming this baby with me.

Profiles 1 | Profiles 2

01. GTFOH

02. Chae

03. Salutations

04. No WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK

05. I'm not competing with myself

06. And that includes tossing your dignity?

07. I'm a polite hood member?

Nct Snapchats

suggestive texts w/ plug!mark

i couldn’t commit to full on horny, so i combined it with something else i know you love!! @markonthemoon 🫶

RUNNER X. | L.MK

— Prologue: 〞 God you are so attractive when you’re angry.〃 +〞 Shut up and kiss me already before i start ripping your clothes off in front of everyone.〃

— Summary: Mark never loses a race. But what happens when you’re now challenging him to one he cannot turn down?

— Genre: Smut!! Minors Dni. Dominating!marklee. Established relationship. Angry/tension sex. Mark is a sore loser. Motorbikerider!marklee. Pussy eating and fingering (female receiving) lots lots of overstim orgasms here. They do it on his bike…

— Notes: Wanna Ride? — The Series Masterlist.

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Mark never once lost a race before. There was a saying that he was undefeated and no one would ever be able to beat him at his own game. But there you are now standing at the finish line. You challenged him on a public race course of course you came to watch at first. You weren’t planning to actually race him when you first got here. Your boyfriend brought you to brag to you how good he is. And of course he was amazing. All the friends he brought over to race him lost to some way or another round. You wanted to get involved so you challenged him and at first Mark was pretty taken aback.

He laughs a bit. “Babe you want to race me? That’s funny.” But your expression said otherwise, when he looks back at you all his laugh simmers down like he was trying to not actually believe you. You raise your eyebrows and grab a helmet nearby with a smirk. “I want to race you. Unless you’re scared of going up against your girlfriend?”

Oh you provoked him? Mark genuinely feels the stares of his friends watching him with a large smirk as if they were taunting him to just agree to your invitation otherwise, if he rejects it might seem like he was actually scared of racing you. There was one thing Mark hated the most. He hated losing and he hated getting provoked by you at times. You had that look in your eyes that tells him you are doing this to get under his skin. Mark runs his hands through the thick red hair and he wore this black leather jacket and suit on as he gets on the motorbike. He saw you getting on another one with your helmet on.

“No, actually suit yourself Y/n but don’t come crying to me when you humiliate yourself.”

Your boyfriend revs the motorbike with seriousness on his face as he saw you smirking at him once you slide on top on the seat getting ready to go.

Tension grew in the race course and the air becomes firmly saturated with competition. The both of you were stubborn, equally as stubborn as the other but the matter of fact was inevitable. Neither of you wanted to come last so the next thing you know the two motorbikes sped off into the distance of the race course leaving behind the friends of your boyfriend who watched in excitement to see who would win between the two of you. There was not many hope for you anyways. You knew that your boyfriend is a skilled racer but for some reason Mark wasn’t catching up to you and you surprisingly managed to tip him off the race course road a little going ahead on your own. Maybe the lessons in the past from your own boyfriend was actually proving to be useful?

The disbelief on everyone’s face when you were driving ahead of Mark made everyone feel like the world was coming to crash down. Even your boyfriend was feeling tense now that he saw you on your bike far ahead he revs forward and drives faster so he could do anything, anything to catch up to you because lord forbid, Mark never lost a race.

Until now.

Overthinking the situation Mark was completely shut down seeing you at the finish line already leaning on your motorbike with your helmet off leaving your dark hair out of the round protection helmet you wore when racing and your sweating face with pinkish cheeks, makes you look equally beautiful and equally pissing him off when your expression was nothing but a smug smirk knowing your boyfriend was humiliated. You took his own title away. The Runner X. The infamous Runner who could never be caught, was now ironically caught by his girlfriend. This is what happens when you train your girlfriend some new tricks up their sleeve.

Mark wasn’t sure if he should congratulate you and be proud of your accomplishments or hate you and throw the biggest fumbling sentence to you that would be along the way saying you got lucky, surely you couldn’t beat him again. Surely this was all just made up of your stupid luck.

He feels disconnected with himself and from reality he feels only anger, anger running through his body and blood. He could feel the veins on his arms tighten when he gets off the motorbike with an upsetting expression once the helmet was taken off and he glared over at you.

“Awh babe what’s with that expression?” You smugly point out over there with your wide sweet smile. Your boyfriend ignores you until he couldn’t and he turns his back away so now he can face you.

He snaps. “You got lucky. Don’t start thinking you’re this amazing racer now.” Mark really can’t have you thinking you’re better than him, let’s be honest you don’t race professionally.

He is the better one, but the whole point of this race was to be him being undefeated and you ruined that. You took that away from him. The one thing he was good at you stole it, claimed it yours.

“So much for being undefeated huh? It must really be hurting your poor little heart, Mark am i right?” You keenly say with your tormenting sweet voice as you take a step closer leaning on his motorbike.

“I think you’re not all that they say, Mark… I mean all it took was your girlfriend to become better than you ever could.”

The man you love cannot understand why you’re doing this to him right now? Did you feel this bored that you feel like angering your boyfriend in middle of the finish line race course right now? Really? Do you really don’t want upset him so much that he loses his cool and his patience was tested by you completely. Mark cannot stand the way you’re speaking to him so freely like you can do whatever you want, and say whatever you want to him; because you can’t. Mark will not stand there letting you talk him down. Not without a fight he won’t go down.

Mark’s hands tug on your wrist and he pulls the helmet out of your hand and throws it on the ground aside and then you were pressed against his motorbike while Mark’s eyes glare down at you with this fiery grim look on his face you cannot help but stare at.

“I thought we talked about this Y/n when you should keep your pretty mouth sealed hm? Or do we need to redo that lesson for your forgetful brain of yours.” He spat harshly as his tone goes down so many octaves. You can’t believe it but his voice just gets deeper and deeper.

You start to feel your heart race when his hand on your wrist tightens and Mark watches your eyebrows and eyes raise up in surprise. Even the slightest movements he did have you flinching but not because you’re scared, it’s more like you want him to touch you so bad you can’t stand it. You’re anticipating it. The more you wait the more you seem to flinch.

You whimper a little feeling your stomach begging for your boyfriend to do something, to move so he can engrave his touch on you and so much more you want him to do to you but he was staring you down so intensely.

Your whole motive here was to egg him more on so he can continue to feel pissed at you. You just need him so bad and it’s embarrassing to admit it. But why do you love seeing your boyfriend get pissed off at you so much? It’s the biggest turn on for you. 〞God you are so attractive when you’re angry.〃you whisper with your smirking eyes and your ears perk up at him when he spoke so mean to you.

〞 Shut up and kiss me already before i start ripping your clothes off in front of everyone.〃He threatens deeply as he grabbed your chin roughly pulling you into a heated kiss.

In the moment your boyfriend finally had the last straw plucked at. You are finished when he will be done with you by the end of this and now the public setting completely leaves your partner’s brain. Mark did not care that his friends could come over and see what you guys are going to do; more like what’s going to happen to your poor body, to your poor soul and to your poor mind. Mark doesn’t care because this is all on you. You’re the one who decided to act up right here and Mark has no choice but to get on with it and show you what your own choices lead you to stand where.

The mouths were so heated latching on their breaths that feel more like the burning fire of your embroidered love on your bodies that your hearts are threading out of your. The explosions happening in your brains was enough to have Mark sky rocket. The way your boyfriends hands were nothing but rough, there was nothing gentle about your boyfriend at the moment. He was cruel and mean, he has been gripping at your thighs so much he was making them all sore when he is squeezing them between your roughed up kisses. It felt like a battle between the two of you.

Your stamina wasn’t as strong as Mark’s so when the kiss became so intense your mouth drops down and you feel yourself struggling to kiss back when he has been taking your breath away at the same time Mark is picking at your brain with his touches around your body that his hands did; caressing your back with his nails and then pulling at your head, your hair gripped occasionally causing a moan to slip out in the sloppy kiss you are playing with him.

Mark smirks mockingly when he feels your mouth completely shut down as if you gave up and he won his dominance over your tongue with his own, Mark bites on your bottom lip harshly and you let out a small cry out. Your boyfriend mockingly whispers close to your ears and lips. “So useless you can’t even kiss your boyfriend? Y/n… I’m disappointed.” He pressed a deep breath against the corner of your lips kissing it there, he pressed small wet pecks on your chin going down to your neck.

You can’t help but feel embarrassed, he was mocking you and telling you that you cannot even do a basic action like kissing. It pulled at your own pace and you whimper when Mark sucks at the lower nape of your neck pressing soft love bites at your skin in enjoyment seeing you shiver.

Shudders were on your skin, like Mark was pressing each kiss to suck on your skin like this. Your scent drives him insane and you look and sound so ethereal when you’re moaning and whimpering out pathetically for him. It’s such a turn on to see you become like this, especially when you looked so confident earlier.

It’s a contrast that he can never get over with. “Sorry… m’sorry i’ll do better.” You whisper as you apologise for the lack of kisses when your strength gave up on you. “I know you will.” He states in his smirking cold tone.

He doesn’t give you any other choice, he knows you’ll do better otherwise he will have to go harder on you until you start to learn that only the strongest survive and you should start getting the idea. Mark will not be showing you mercy.

It didn’t bother you that you’re in public becoming a rag doll for your own boyfriend right now because you deserved it, you need you deserved this rough treatment. Not only are you proud of your actions to have the ability to piss off your boyfriend to make his mood go from zero to a hundred real quick, you also prefer it when he’s treating you this mean but you knew deep down your boyfriend hates treating you like this. You feel your mouth drop when your boyfriend strips off your trousers down to your ankles and he pushed his knuckle down your clit that is pressing the pantie lining. Your voice sounds so broken it amazes him how quick you are breaking. He hasn’t even touched you as of yet.

Mark shakes his head as he traced back his eyes at your face where your head leans back in pleasure. You have no shame written on your face, at all. You’re letting him strip you in public and now also you’re letting him finger you? Mark must think you’re risky or you must be such a good whore for him right now considering you’re not even fighting back to stop him. Your body reacts so profoundly at his touch like it was a religious chanting mantra for you. One finger slips past your panties going inside your dripping warm cunt, your cunt leaves your boyfriend mesmerised for a while. He pushed in his fingers curling it deeply in you going upwards.

The melodic noises you’re pushing out while your boyfriend fingers you with his two middle fingers while they are still pressing deep by your wall. The slick gooey noises coming out whenever he thrusts forward his wrists. The flicking noises of your body shifting on the motorcycle caused Mark to admire how lewd you’re looking.

Not even a pornographic video can compare to you. At this point Mark was trying to make this whole moment only to gaze at his eyes. For his eyes only. Your boyfriend lowers his hot breath down to your clit giving you a small amount of pressure from his tongue that moved in quick zigzag motions meanwhile you’re here struggle to contain your excitement, your boyfriend has you squirming on his motorcycle vehicle hips pushing forward on his mouth sucking on your clit.

Teeth gracefully pull at your cunt. You moan loudly as you press forward the back of your palm over your open mouth that dropped so wide you didn’t think you could make these noises this loud ever. “Fuck… Mark… fuckfuckfuck.” You’re a whining mess at how he was completely not kind with you, it’s a turn on at the same time you’re starting to regret pissing him off because of how gruff this whole thing was.

“Mmm you just had to piss me off today, Y/n.” He deadpans unimpressed while he pulls back to your cunt to give it another tug between the teeth which has you crying out for help by now. He was complaining about your behaviour but you don’t mind him scolding you with that mean look in his eyes. “Look at yourself, Y/n. You wanted people to see you get punished like this? Is that what you wanted?” He asked pulling the attention away from your cunt to look at your glistening eyes with water running down your cheeks staining them.

He brushed his palm over your cunt giving it a few slaps on your pussy which has you shaking forward as your voice rises up from your chest and your heavy breath from your nostrils flare. The spanks on your pussy felt far too good. There was something so cruel about this. Which makes it all so better.

Your boyfriend stands up and you move your eyes to see him taking a step away from you and the seriousness on his face makes you feel slightly, slightly ever so uncomfortable and intimidating. But your heart was racing so much because of it. You can’t believe your boyfriend was so silent watching you until he will start to command you with a deep voice. The deep tone was flat which just proves he isn’t here to mess around with you. “Stand up and turn around.”

You look at him with your face scrunching up and going pale. Your lips were breaking apart like the brakes at his motorcycle would so do whenever he races back and forth. Mark saw your body not moving which made this so much more difficult when you’re not doing what he says. “Mark I’m sorry I didn’t mean it—“ your voice was cut off by Mark taking a step forward towards you.

“Turn. Around. Y/n.” Mark now firmly states, clearly not here for a few of your jokes. You bite on your bottom lip as you slowly stand up and turn around while Mark’s eyes fell down at your bare ass out. He lifts the hoodie you’re wearing up it was slightly oversized and technically it’s his hoodie. But you have a habit of stealing his clothes all the freaking time. Not that he minds it, rightfully he likes seeing you wear it. In this moment it makes him smirk. It makes Mark feel like you’re connected through your clothes.

Your apology will be taken account of at the end because for now your boyfriend could careless about your stupid apology. You won’t learn by apologising when the real thing is about to happen.

His hands been you down even more against the motorcycle flat where your stomach was pressed hard on the metallic cold vehicle brushing on your burning stomach the sensation contrasting feels like a chemical reaction in your brain. You let out soft ‘oohs’ when his hand cups your pussy before he unbuckled the black leather pants he wore and slowly pressed you against the bare crotch springing out his cock between your ass cheeks.

He watches himself run on your asscheeks and then slowly slinging down to press the tip at your sucking entrance that pulls him forward like you’re the centre of the ocean.

You wonder how you got in this situation again? Oh that’s right you mocked him. You mocked your boyfriend. You acted out of place and cocky and that’s where you always seem to stand whenever Mark becomes like this with you.

But in a way this was partially your entertainment too.

The deepness of your boyfriend entering your burying cunt as you’re bend forward on the motorcycle vehicle pressed like you’re nothing but a waste of space for your boyfriend as he thrusts at unbreakable speeds and obstacles. It makes your walls contract together and it has you moaning out endlessly. You hate how you’re so easily pleased but you break so much when Mark touched you. You’re like a sculpture. Breaking at the hand of your artist which is your boyfriend gripping your waist around tightly.

You held in your tearful moan and thoughts. Maybe it’s too late to say you take your words back? Mark smirks hearing you cry out with pleasure when he spanks your ass a little and leans back to thrust more powerfully pivoting into you and your beautiful body that has him possessed by you.

You’re always so welcoming to him. It makes him smile how much your body loves him as equally as he loves you.

“Now you can apologise, go on. Say what you have to.” Mark tells you as he felt like hearing what your pathetic mouth has to say. “Come on, tell your boyfriend how sorry you are for disrespecting him.” You bite on your lower lip and grunt as your face was dropping on the ground to look at it.

You mumble quietly. “Mark I’m sorry…” your hands position on the bike so you don’t fall off considering your boyfriend held you with a hand under your stomach so the powerful thrusts into you don’t make you trip up. “Hmm. What are you sorry for?” He whispers trailing on your back as he kissed on it. “For being disrespectful to my boyfriend… you’re good at racing… I’m not.”

He chuckles hearing your voice trying to speak clearly despite you not being able to. “Good girl… at least you can use your mouth for something good now.”

“Now cum on my cock. Need to feel you.” He stated like this was one of the top priorities right now to have your orgasm become alive. You feel your pants become faster the more he was pushing up against your body feeling your breasts and your stomach hitching with each thrust his cock deeply buried in your pussy was doing to you splitting you in half practically by this passion alone.

It didn’t take long for you to be ending your moans as your body was so weak already you weren’t going to last much longer. It was to be expected because your boyfriend has you running laps like crazy. Your brain feels like you’re spinning around and then your stomach does this thing where it has a dropping sense; your thighs shake and you feel the wetness dripping down on his bike and your thighs brushing against one another.

“That’s it beautiful, that’s it.”

Your boyfriend seeing your orgasm slowly peaking out he increased it with his cock burning so deep inside your womb you feel more coming. The waterfall you created was a perfect sight what Mark could relive in all hundred different lives.

He smirks a bit smugly. “You didn’t last long. I’m starting to think you love pissing me off so i can fuck you like this.” He sighs as you clench around his cock again when you heard him say that. “I think I’m right when you’re clenching me like this.”

The amount of orgasms you had does not appear to change the fact that you’re going to have another one on top of another orgasm. You had so many you feel like you are overheating like a technology advice. You’re failing to keep your vision and then your boyfriend rutting against you with his hands kneading at your hips so tight he’s pushing you forward. Your hair drops at your face and your bangs are messy covering your eyesight.

Your boyfriend grunts. “Such a perfect pussy. I’m going to fill you up. Maybe that will teach you not to act up in public.” You wish for him to do as his words, and when he finally lets loose he came so much filling you up to a brim.

Mark closed his eyes dropping his head down on your shoulder as he breathes heavily and you are left with your chest panting and your boyfriend’s weight on top of you crushing your weak skinned body together.

He murmurs soft sighs and the lips move to your spine kissing it. After a while of some silence he asks you. “Hey you okay?” Mark brushed down your hair and brushed it back so you can see and your chest catches your breath quietly.

“Yeah… i… I guess I’m still recovering.” You let out with a soft smile and your boyfriend smirks as he kissed the top of your head. “Did i hurt you or anything like that?”

You feel weak but he didn’t harm you in any way if anything you enjoyed this a lot more than you thought you would. Perhaps you and Mark should do this some more without a misleading argument though next time.

You chuckle. “No you didn’t.” Mark helps you up and he pulls your hoodie back down and kisses your lips softly.

“Good. By the way when you drive the motorcycle, you should turn quickly on the corners… it’ll help you race smoothly.” Mark smirks giving you open advice while you smile kissing his lips back too.

“Maybe you should teach me right now, Runner X.”

I'm a sucker for church boy Mark

warning: nsfw

Mark looks extra cute today. Graphic T-shirt and cargo shorts. His hair is nicely disheveled, and his eyes have that sparkle.

You should’ve just kept it to yourself.

But your stupidity and admiration for the boy got the best of you, making you walk to him right after the congregation ended and tell him that he’s a sweetheart. Both for his looks and his wonderful help at the church every week. He deserves some genuine compliments, right?

He appreciated your kind words, and you swore you could see his eyes sparkling while talking to you. However, he’s not a sweetheart. No, not at all.

Your hands grip both of his thighs tighter as he bucks his hips, the head of his cock pierces at your throat. Salvia is dripping onto the bench, and you feel bad for the person that will have the misfortune to sit on it. Mark gingerly gathers your hair into a ponytail and holds it at the back of your head. He’s smiling down at you.

“Sucking a cock right at church. You’re really a sweetheart.” He taunts, his voice hoarse with pleasure.

You whimper around his cock. Now that he mentions it, the fear of anyone could catch you committing a fucking sin at a holy place sends a rush of hysteria and excitement down your body. Your head is buzzing with how good Mark is fucking your mouth.

Both of his hands keep your head in place as he increases the pace. A groan leaves his sultry lips when you choke.

“Fuck, you’re taking me so good. Good girls deserves good fucks, don’t they?”

FAULT LINE (M) - TEASER

PAIRING. ex!haechan x reader

GENRE. exes to lovers, toxic relationship, smut, plot of sorts, street racer au (barely)

WARNINGS. toxicity, smut mentions

WC. teaser is 1.1k

A. NOTE. so i needed a break from the pick me chronicles and stumbled across this type of hyuck characterization!

"where the fuck are you at?"

blearily blinking, you take a look around. when did you step outside? you think as hard as you can, but nothings coming too. you're drunk. very drunk.

people littered the front of the club - some waiting on ubers, others making out. but you - why were you out here? where were your friends?

"y/n. tell me where the fuck you are."

oh shit.

the phone pressed to your ear brings you back into a sort of semi-focus. you faintly remember crying to a random stranger in the bathroom about your recent break up. the poor girl had reassured you that everything would be okay, but you barely recall pushing her aside and mumbling something about calling your ex to make up.

that was until you had caught the attention of a guy at the bar and ended up doing green tea shots with him.

oh.

oh shit.

okay yeah, every memory was bombarding you now.

if the the still sticky cum dribbling down your thighs didn't serve as a reminder, than the memory of him pressing your hips against the porcelain sink while he fucked into you should have.

"y/n?"

and then you stepped outside to call your ex because. . . you felt bad? yeah you felt bad.

his voice was becoming more impatient with each passing silent second.

"hy-uck?" you hiccup.

he sighs, "god, i thought you passed out or something."

he didn't sound mad. had you already told him what you did? you can't remember.

"hyuck." the whimper trembles from your lips, "i need you."

"i know, that's why you called me." he seems to be fumbling around with something on his end, the muffled strain of his voice giving it away. "baby, where are you? i called you earlier but you didn't hit me back."

tears start to well in your eyes as you press against the brick wall of the club.

"i went out dancing and i did something bad. i-i'm sorry." your words are slurring together and it's becoming harder to breathe. "i didn't mean to, he- he just. . ." your voice trails off in a whisper.

"he? who the fuck are you with?" the jangle of keys sounds on the other line, a few seconds later accompanied by the slam of haechans front door. his temper is rising. he knows he should calm down. shit, he's probably scaring you bad right now, but the thought of you with another guy? you broke up two days ago. why the fuck would you be with another guy.

"i fucked up, hyuck."

"this isn't a game. send me your fucking address." the purr of his car engine rumbles through the phone.

shakily, you take the phone from your ear and send him your location.

"i'll be there in five." another sigh on his end... "if i see whoever this guy is, i'm not sure i'd be able to stop myself from killing him."

you hiccup, "yeah, i know."

four minutes and thirty eight seconds later a black ford shelby GT500 screeches to a halt against the curb.

through blurry eyes, you watch as grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt approach your slouched figure. his jaw is set, eyebrows drawn up - yet you feel nothing but relief.

"jesus, how much did you fucking drink?" he scoops you up in his arms to help you stand despite your wobbly frame. the earth is swimming in your frame with each step you take, but being pressed against his lean body grounds you. so does the cologne doting his chest - so familiar and warm, you press your nose into his t-shirt.

"you smell good." you hum.

"thanks." he peers down at you with a curiosity you don't notice. maybe the breakup affected you way more than he thought because he's never seen you this fucked up. "theres a curb right here, be careful."

deep in your muddled brain, you want to kiss him and thank him for coming to get you - for actually being worried about you for once.

but you don't.

instead, you climb into the rich leather interior of his car and settle back. it stings, being back in a place you once felt so comfortable in. tears pinprick the corner of your eyes for a quick second, but you blink them away. you just let hyuck reach across your chest and buckle you in.

"hyuck i'm sorry."

his gaze fall to yours, millions of emotions lurking deep in those luminous doe eyes. you look nearly innocent and he felt bad.

he swears underneath his breath, "your guilty conscious is gonna be the death of me."

a shaky hand reaches out to touch his cheek. a familiar gesture you can't yet get rid of - not when he's three inches away from you. "hyuck-"

"fuck this." he pulls back and cards a hand through his hair. "what were you doing with another guy?"

"we- we were doing shots and -"

"how many." he breathes.

"a couple? i don't know, maybe. . . maybe three?"

a forced huff leaves his chest, "three shots with a fucking stranger?"

"hyuck, i said i'm sorry-" your hands twist regrettably in your lap.

"yeah yeah, and then what?" he's leaning against the passenger doorframe, leg bouncing right next to you.

"and then he took me into the bathroom and we fucked."

a few seconds of silence. you try to face him. you can't. why did everything have to be so complicated.

"you fucked another guy but called me to come get you?" he sneers. he has to have lost all respect for you. there's no way he hasn't.

"i'm sorr-"

"i get it. you're sorry." he pushes off the doorframe and starts to pace. "what's his name?"

the lump in your throat grows when you realize you never caught his name. "i don't know."

"you don't know? so you fucked a complete stranger?" a laugh rips from his throat, "this is unbelievable."

"can we just go? please."

he ignores your question and presses you further, "what does he look like?"

"hyuck no. please, can we go."

each word is punctuated by the grit in his teeth. "what does he fucking look like."

it was futile to argue with hyuck when he got this way. he was gonna find out who this guy was either way.

"pink hair, silver button down, black pants, expensive watch. probably drinking green tea shots." the details of the night might have been distorted, but you could have picked out this handsome stranger in a line up.

"stay right here. i'll be back."

"no! hyu-" your cry is cut off by the slam of your door. anxiously, you watch his lithe figure move past the bouncer and into the club. a sinking feeling falls in the pit of your stomach.

what the fuck did you do.

ANOTHER NOTE. is this worth continuing? let me know if it is :)

synopsis: what if 'i love you' doesn't mean what you hope it does? when you find out jeno's love is more like an overprotective brother's, your world crashes down. you try to mend, to forget, to move on. but can you really let go when the lines between love and friendship are so blurred?

pairing: jeno x fem! reader

genre: comedy, romance, fluff, angst, smau, drama

warnings: swearing, jokes abt death, (tba as story moves forward)

status: coming soon

started: n/a

completed: n/a

updates: everyday

taglist: open ! please comment or pm if you’d like to be added :)

a/n: s/o to my big brained friend 👻 for this special story they helped me come up with ! and also , me and my habit of never finishing projects !!! which isn’t a good thing btw , i rly hope that since i have help now , i’ll be able to complete this smau >.<

CHAPTER 1: heaven’s gate

CHAPTER 2: i know something you don’t

CHAPTER 3: it’s all ogre now

chapters tba…

©writtenbymkl

has never went to oovoo javer

pairings ⇢ uber driver!hyuck x afab!reader

warnings ⇢ strangers???, protected sex (kinda), car sex, thigh riding, fingering, oral (m receiving/slight f receiving), voyeurism, exhibitionism, masturbation (f), mentions of being high, squirting, lip ring hyuck OFC, also big fat cock hyuck agenda, roleplay

word count ⇢ 4.1k

a/n ⇢ i dreamed this or something i swear, also thank u hua my bestie for letting me talk about this as always 🤭🤭

masterlist

you didn’t take uber’s often, usually opting for carpooling with friends or using public transport, but when you did you always got the same driver. he was pretty nice all of the times you met him, not bothering you with talking unless you started the conversation and even handing you candy after the third time you rode with him.

he was really attractive too, at least from the backseat and from his uber profile picture he seemed to update regularly. he had longish dark hair, plush rosy lips with a pretty silver lip ring, and he wore an insane amount of rings that suited him.

you always wondered if he had some sort of other job or if he was just an uber driver. he seemed like someone who would be in a band or work at a grocery store. there was noi-between. you were nosy but never wanted to pry since he was just your always uber driver.

today was different for you though you had left your friends late so you couldn’t take the bus and your friends were high just like you. so you got on your little uber app and waited to see who it was. it would almost be surprising if it wasn’t haechan, but his face popped up on the app and it made you a little giddy.

you could overthink and let your mind wander to why he was always picking you up and somehow always right around the corner but you didn’t. you liked seeing him with decorated fingers gripping the wheel while he played music you had said you liked.

so you bid your friends goodnight and hurried down the stairs to the front of the building. looking left and right to see if his familiar black suv was pulling up. you waited a minute rocking on your heels and shivering slightly when you finally saw him pulling up flipping his lights to get your attention. you scurry over to his car gripping the handle and sliding into the back seat and fixing your hair with your hands before looking up to see him staring back at you.

“hi,” you mumble, scanning his face to see his lip ring glinting in the car light.

“hi, pretty, how are you?” he responds, lips pulling into a slight smile. you don’t remember what ride he started calling you pretty on but it made you want to giggle and kick your feet.

“high and horny,” you blurt, making him throw his head back laughing. you cover your mouth quickly mortified at your confession. “fuck sorry.”

“you’re good, pretty, just don’t make a mess on my seats,” he winked before turning back around to face the front. you throw your head back to hit the headrest while heat floods your body. from both the embarrassment and the heat between your legs and his little comment didn’t help. you squeezed your legs together, the fabric of your dress riding up as you did.

the drive to your place was about 15 minutes and it was going to be complete and total torture but once you got home you could hole up in your room with a hand between your legs and release the pent-up feelings.

you had forgotten how getting high made your panties insanely wet and your body vibrate. but you remembered now staring at haechan who was tapping his ringed fingers on the steering wheel and letting his tongue swipe his lip before tugging on his lip ring with his teeth. you wondered how that would feel against your hot skin. the cool metal against your thighs while his head was between your legs teasing your cunt.

your legs pressed together again and gripped your knee with your hand. you didn’t realize a whimper had slipped out from your throat as your fingers drifted up your knee to raise the hem of your dress and make the skin of your thigh tingle.

you looked out the window hoping something could distract you from the ache between your legs and the hot guy in the front seat. you never felt his eyes floating to you through the rearview mirror, or the way he scanned you, watching the way your leg bounced and your dress rode up your soft thighs.

he could tell you weren’t being funny with your horny comment. you were on the edge of your seat needing to be touched. he wondered what you thought about maybe him touching you, fingers trailing over your skin making you twitch beneath him. now he was working himself up and letting his mind wander. he shook his head concentrating back on the road instead of your panties peeking out as the dress rose even more.

one little touch won’t hurt, right? just something to press against your pulsing core. you side-eye haechan to see him focusing on the road so you let your hand slide further up your leg. using your nondominant hand hopefully to deter you from flicking your wrist like you liked. each touch feels like something deeper and more intimate than normal, the slide of your fingers before they touch the fabric of your panties has your breath hitching.

the panties feel so soft and delicate and so damp and hot practically dripping in your arousal. your chest was almost heaving when you pressed your fingers against your center. you could feel your clit pulsing under your touch but the pressure of your digits wasn’t enough to relieve it.

haechan was still peeking back at you, gawking when your hand slipped between your legs as you leaned your forehead against the car window, your breath fogging the glass. he could feel his jeans growing tighter when you finally rocked your hips ever so slightly. he wanted to watch you, stare at you while you ground against your hand, but he was driving and he had to get you to your destination safely.

once you started moving you couldn’t stop yourself letting your hips do the work bucking perfectly against your fingers. the hot ache between your legs only felt like it was growing. chasing the relief you knew you would get when you just let yourself have it, legs shaking, the mind-numbing orgasm you craved. but you were in the back of haechan’s car so you stopped moving and huff against the window resting your forehead on the cool glass taking some of the heat from you.

taking a minute to breathe, moving your hand far away from between your legs you try to collect yourself. what the fuck were you doing? trying to get off in the back of an uber like a weird porn intro. then your mind started drifting to porn - no. focus. no dirty nasty porn brain.

“you good?” your eyes almost bulge out of your head. had he seen you? did he know you were getting freaky in his back seat?

“yeah just, yeah,” you mumble, still a little brain foggy. you look up to see him staring back at you in the rearview his eyes are darker but still as sweet as ever.

“your temp okay?” you nod knowing he can see you but still mutter a yes as your head lulls on the headrest.

“there’s a lot of traffic tonight, might take longer than normal,” he mentioned and you groan in response making him smirk to himself. it only made you want to cry. you can’t wait much longer you’re already trying to cum in the car and now there’s traffic. a cruel and unusual world to live in.

“it’ll be okay, baby, i’ll get you home safe,” he says, reaching his hand back to pat your knee. you felt like you were on fire from his pet name switching to baby and the skin-to-skin contact. you wanted him to slide his hand higher and touch you where you needed it.

you pout while you whimper mostly to yourself and grip the hem of your dress now suddenly aware of how it lays almost at your hip exposing so much skin. you don’t even recognize your hands lingering, smoothing over the fabric you relax into the feeling. closing your eyes leaning back and your hands move on their own.

it doesn’t even feel like your hands that are pulling your panties to the side letting the cool air hit your heat. your other hand finally making contact and making you sigh at the touch. your fingers swirling around your pulsing clit collecting the slick that's filled your panties. you can already feel yourself getting close, the touch finally providing what you need.

you don’t notice the boy in the driver's seat staring back at you through the mirror watching the way your face twists and mouth falls open as you flick your wrist. he’s almost drooling seeing your cunt glisten as you bring yourself closer. he watches closely but still flicks his eyes back to the road catching your hole flutter and begging to be filled.

he brings his hand to palm his jeans matching your timing, but he wants you. needs to feel you around him while he fills you up. he can only imagine the way you would wrap around him perfectly. but he can't, he really can't, you're his sweet little frequent rider who gives him the best reviews. but also you’re in his back seat cunt dripping onto his leather seats. what’s a man to do?

your hand isn’t enough so your hips start to buck against your fingers slipping and sliding against your clit and your hole. you want to slip your fingers inside and fill yourself but you need to be fast don’t savor the moment just get off.

suddenly you remember you aren’t so alone and you flutter your eyes open and see him staring back. it makes your breath hitch when you make eye contact through the mirror but you’re in too deep to stop. you almost want to go harder with how his dark eyes stare into you unapologetically looking down at your pussy.

“can you pull over,” you almost whimper and he looks back at you expression flipping between dark to concerned. wondering if you’re going to beat him up or if you want more like he does. but he doesn’t hesitate to go down a side road and find a parking lot for some privacy. he can see your fingers still moving in his peripheral vision.

when he finally pulls in and parks you waste no time unbuckling before leaning forward to tug his sweater and attach your lips to his. he doesn’t wait to reciprocate, pressing hungrily into you. his lips are just as soft as they looked at the cool metal of his piercing had your head spinning.

“is this okay?” you pull back breathing heavily and staring up at him.

“so much more than okay,” he responds, smirking over at you, and you smile back tugging his collar and making him scramble out of his seat clumsily crawling into the back with you making you laugh. you tug him to you again gripping the soft knit of his sweater as your lips find him again.

you push him to sit back but follow his lips keeping you attached to him before straddling his lap. the ripped denim covering his leg is pressing against your core and his hands are kneading your hips over your dress, but you want him closer. you grind into him and whimper into his mouth and his tongue chases your lips lapping up at them.

“more,” you whine and his hands grip your hips tighter, rocking you against his leg.

“so needy,” he breathes, sitting back to look at you with heavy eyes. your eyes are closed but you can feel him staring at you and each move you make. you lift the hem of your dress pulling it up to reveal your panties to him and the source of your moans.

he groans leaning forward to kiss your neck as his hands slide over your exposed flesh. fingers grazing under the waist of your panties, snapping them against your skin. his hands keep you from moving against him as fast as you want to and it’s frustrating but his tongue suckles your neck distracting you.

“slow down, pretty, let me make you feel good,” he whispers against your skin before blowing cool air against your neck, making you shiver.

“need more,” you whimper, but his hands slow you down before stopping you with a pout on your face. he smirks up at you before kissing your lips and turning to lay you back against the seat.

he presses against you, his body encompassing you and you feel him all around. one hand holding himself up on the seat and the other gripping your thigh fingers smoothing the skin as his lips desperately meet yours.

his lips mold to yours and you whimper against him opening your mouth to slip your tongue out sliding over his lips. he chases your tongue sucking it into his mouth. the sucking sounds filling his backseat as your saliva mixes and smears against your mouths. and you love it the messy and needy way he kisses you feels so raw and real.

your breathing is heavy in his mouth and so is his. he releases your lips letting his wet mouth roam down your face to your neck licking against the warm skin and your hands comb through his hair clinging to the strands. he's flipping your dress up again gripping higher on your thigh.

“touch me,” you whine, grabbing his wrist and moving it to graze your panties. you hear and feel him groan, vibrating against your neck making you shiver. he doesn’t hesitate to do what you say, gripping your panties and sliding them down before pulling away to fully remove them.

“fuck you’re soaked,” he moans lifting your soiled panties and swirling them around his finger to tease you.

“shut up,” you groan, covering your face with your hands but your lower half is still completely exposed to him.

“stop you’re fucking cute,” he pulls your hands away staring down at you. “can i keep these?” he smirks, nodding to the panties.

“only if you do something in the next 5 seconds,” you whine at him bucking your hips for something. he just coos down at you teasing your neediness, but he touches you, fingers pressing into your thighs dragging closer to your core. you don’t see him toss your panties into the front seat.

“you’re so fucking needy. can’t believe you were getting off in my backseat.” you mewl at his words you can’t deny it. “so fucking wet.” he whispers fingers touching your cunt and making you twitch. his fingers slide over you collecting the juices dripping out of you before bringing his fingers up in front of his face scissoring them curiously staring at the slick clinging to his digits and it only makes u more embarrassed.

“what’s got you shy? you weren’t shy earlier with your hand down your panties.” he teases before swirling his tongue around his fingers staring right at you while he does it. you try to avoid his eye contact as he tastes you on his digits.

“hmm? what is it, pretty?” you shake your head as he leans closer to you licking at your lips while his spit-covered fingers slip between you and find your core again. your mouth falls open when he uses a finger to fill you up. he watches you intently the way you try to close your mouth and bite your lip but he stops you licking over your mouth distracting you.

“don’t be quiet. let me hear you.” you nod harshly in response, moaning when his finger curls inside of you. you want more, you need more.

“more haechan, please,” you plead looking up at him and bucking your hips against him.

“huh? can't hear you.” you want to roll your eyes but you want him to fill you up more.

“more need more of you please.” you croak louder this time and he doesn’t waste time adding another finger making your legs tremble when his digits immediately curl inside of you. he leans back between your legs watching the way your cunt swallows his fingers. his hand that was holding him up is pressing your thigh backward showing you to him completely.

“so fucking pretty, take it so well yeah?” he coos staring down at you watching the way your mouth is open and fingers slide over your lips. his fingers are moving skillfully inside of you and his thumb swirls over your clit.

“is good. so good,” you manage breath caught in your throat you haven’t felt so good in so long. the pleasure taking over and swirling in your stomach tightening with each thrust.

“yeah, pretty? gonna cum huh?” his words make you cry so close to the edge. “tell me.”

“so close.” you whimper, grabbing his sleeve and tugging him to you. he’s sucking your neck instantly, keeping his hand thrusting into you.

“cum, pretty girl,” he says, and you can’t stop letting the knot in your stomach release as you do. arching into him as he works you through it, releasing on his hand and the seat beneath you. your legs close around him but he doesn’t stop until you're pulling on the hair at his nape.

he pulls away looking down between you dipping his fingers into the mess you made.

“you’re a squirter? cute,” you shake your head and want to melt into the seat. since when are you a squirter? “liar, you made such a mess.” he teases before leaning down to lick over your cunt.

“nuhuh, so much,” you whine, pushing his head away but he just smirks up at you, swirling his tongue lower to collect you on his tongue.

“you just taste so fucking good.”

“wanna taste you,” you say boldly leaning up and catching him off guard. your hands find their way to his belt fiddling with the leather.

“want to be inside you.” he counters, staring back at you gripping your wrist.

“please just-“ he cuts you off with a kiss and releases your wrist letting you unbuckle his belt and quickly tug his zipper. his lips are distracting you but you try to push him backwards to give you room to settle between his legs.

you take his clothed length in your hands and leave wet opened mouth kisses while looking at him to see his reactions. he’s staring down at you, one hand laying over his stomach and the other resting on his thigh. you sit back on your heels pulling his waistband down to let his cock slap against his stomach.

you don’t waste time leaning back down to take him in your mouth. he’s hot and heavy on your tongue and it makes you squeeze your legs together at the idea of him inside of you. you swirl your tongue and take the rest of him in your hands pumping his length.

“so pretty with my cock in your mouth,” he whispers, fingers pushing your hair out of your face mainly to see your eyes while you swallow around him. you push your head down to take even more of him hearing him groan and his fingers curl into your scalp.

“take me so well,” he moans, legs shaking beside your head when you moan around him. you want him to fuck your face but you decide not to ask maybe that’s too much for the back seat with your uber driver.

“fuck fuck fuck,” he says trying to push you off of him. you release him with a pop smiling up at him spit sliding down your chin.

“what?” you giggle at him using the back of your hand to swipe at the saliva.

“you’re a fucking minx,” he grins back before dragging you to him to kiss you again. he brings you close to him pulling you onto his lap you whine when you feel his cock against your folds.

“do you have protection?” he asks looking over at you.

“i’m clean but i have some,” you lean back, grabbing your long-forgotten bag.

“i’m clean too but,” he trails off when you lift the packet and tear it open. hurriedly you take it out and slide it down his length making him sigh.

“just fuck my brains out please,” you look at him with doe eyes before kissing him and lifting over his length before pressing it to your hole. you moan in unison as you sink down onto him, filling you up.

“so fucking tight,” he groans as his fingers dig into the skin of your hips. you’re speechless you feel so full and overwhelmed you can barely move just have him inside of you.

“you good?” he asks, grabbing your cheeks to look at him and you nod. “tell me.” he doesn’t demand this time asking softly for you to tell him how you feel.

“so good i can’t think. ‘m so full,” you whimper, falling into his chest and you can almost tell he’s smiling when he soothes over your back and coos at you.

“poor baby,” he coos, thrusting into you. “too much?” you whine and he bucks again. “can't take my fat cock can you?” you shake your head and he thrusts with each word punctuating it.

“ha- chan,” you mewl, lips pressing into his neck. he reaches around you holding you up as he lays you back again. his hair falls in his face as he leans over you thrusting into you deeply. he keeps his pace slow but steady, not letting you miss a single drag of his cock inside of you.

he kisses the side of your open mouth before sitting up between you moving his hands to press your thighs against your chest. he stared down at the way your cunt swallows his length with each thrust completely sucking him in.

“take me so fucking well,” he groans and you feel tears slipping down your face. “letting your little uber driver fuck you such a dirty whore.”

“hyuck,” you whine, slipping from the space.

“who?” he stops his movements staring down at you. you can see he’s trying not to break but his teasing eyes almost give him away.

“haechan, harder,” you whisper, he grins at you following your instructions. deepening each stroke and pushing you into the seat.

“like that, baby?” you nod sloppily and feel the familiar feeling coming back, the sweet release so close you can almost taste it. haechan notices bringing his finger to swirl around your clit.

“pretty baby, gonna cum on my cock?” he moans looking down at you.

“so close,” you whimper back, gripping his arm tighter. he moves his arm from your grasp to lock your fingers together as he plunges into you.

“gonna let your uber driver fuck you and have you a dirty mess in his backseat, huh? little slutty thing just fucking anyone.” his filthy words are all it takes to have you clenching tightly around him mumbling incoherently as you cum. he groans at the way your pussy squeezes around him and grips him so tight.

“cum on me,” you whisper to him, head still full of pleasure but you know he’s close to his own.

“so nasty.” he groans, his hand still holding yours and the other still grips your thigh, bruising the supple flesh. you slip your hand between you pulling the condom off in one motion just as he releases, coating your messy cunt with hot white cum. “fuck.”

he slides his cock against your cunt smearing his cum and letting it mix with yours as you both catch your breath. you look down between your legs watching him grinding his cock against your clit seeing the mess you’d made.

“you’re such a freak.” he chuckles looking up at you, catching you staring.

“shut up,” you whine trying to cover your face again but he doesn’t let you. gripping your wrists and kissing you tenderly.

“we gotta divulge in your little kinks more often baby. you’re so filthy.” you want to look away because it feels like he’s staring through you.

“you’re still my uber driver, remember?” you tease him.

“oh sorry miss, we’re definitely going to have a late arrival.”

“hyuck,” you whine trying to push him away.

“you slipped with that earlier baby, so cute.” he teases again, reaching over to the glove box to grab some napkins.

“it’s hard not calling you that. you’re my hyuck,” you pout at him.

“i know and you’re my filthy slutty whorish girlfriend,” he grins mischievously, but still diligently cleaning you both up.

“and so are you.”

“i’m keeping the panties by the way.”

“like you haven’t already stolen 10 other pairs.” you roll your eyes playfully.

“it’s because i’m disgustingly obsessed with you.”

©️ tddyhyck

lover's café

ⓘ some interesting things go down at your favourite local coffee shoppe.

୭ genres: fluff, crack, some light angst, smut.

୭ reader identity: y/n is femme-bodied and uses she/her pronouns.

୭ tropes: see each person's "menu."

୭ warnings: listed at the beginning of each story!

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a/n: AKMFKRFIEHQFEFNREOFBNJR;A i am sososoosoosososooo excited for this lil anthology. i always wanted to do sum like this and I finally figured out how i wanted to do it. hope you all enjoy<3 i maybeeeeeee put a lil too much effort into the menus but that's okay (even though i highkey spent HOURS on this and they still came out basic asf😹). also my tag 'loverscafe' will have all these fics under it :)

a/n2: all coffee definitions i got from tasteofhome.com!

Fever Dream / H.RJ (preview)

PAIRING: boss!renjun x employee!reader

WORDCOUNT: 556 (for now..)

SUMMARY: it was only supposed to be him helping you, from boss to employee, but when your fake dating plan goes awry you have no choice whether or not to question if the lines between real and fake have blurred.

WARNINGS: none at the moment but will be updated when the rest comes out

gigi’s notes 🩰 - taglist is open!

“is everything alright over here?” 

your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you turned around to see your boss huang renjun quickly approaching you and the man that didn’t know what ‘no’ meant.

his arm circled around your waist, pulling you into him with a force that almost knocked you over, tucking you into the crevice of his side. the small male leaned into the crook of your neck, placing small kisses from your neck to your ear. you shivered at the contact, anxiety mixed with excitement swirled in your gut as you threw a questioning look to him out of the corner of your eye.

his nose gently traced the column of your throat as his lips aligned to your ear, your body tensing once his lips ghosted the shell of your ear. “what are you doing?” you whispered with a faux smile. He shot a look of annoyance to the man that was hitting on you, “anyone in this room can tell you’re uncomfortable.” his hand trailed down the side of your waist, gripping your hip firmly. “so play along.”

sparing one last look at the man in front of you, you gave renjun a tiny nod.

there were many things wrong with what was happening; for one, your boss was basically grinding against you, this was extremely unprofessional, and the fact that you were into it was making you question yourself. you could feel the heat in your stomach that your logic was desperately trying to put out. you were so not into your boss… right? 

you could feel the eyes of your co-workers burning into you and him. there was a light blow of chuckled air before he pulled back slightly to look at you, an amused smirk plastered on his face. much to your dismay, his amusement caused heat to rush to your cheeks, your first instinct being to hide your burning face in the crook of his neck. your wrapped your arms loosely around his shoulders, a mental plea being put out into the universe for some to come and kill you now. 

"how much longer do you think we have to do this?" you timidly asked him; what was ‘this’? you couldn’t help but ask yourself.

you felt him smile against your skin of your temple as he replied, "a few hours? maybe a few minutes? who knows?” you picked your head up, giving him a deathly glare, but that stupid smirk still on his face. “i don’t suppose it’ll take them long to make up their stories, so why not give them a show?" he leaned his head down, your lips brushing against his in a teasing manner.

you knew what he was doing, he was baiting you, pushing you to your limits to see how far you’d go until your resolve cracked. his breathing that mingled with yours was excruciating, but you wouldn’t dare try to kiss him.

his tantalizing hands slid from your forearms, over your shoulders, all the way down to your back where he placed his hands on your hips. his burning touches left goosebumps in its wake as he whispered into your ear.  "i don’t suppose we need to continue this, right?" you bit your lip in poorly hidden dismay, but you forced yourself to nod in agreement. 

“right.” but your response was breathless.

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mark lee fic rec list 2

[most] contain smut * minors dni (18+)

labeled > a [angst] f [fluff] s [smut]

read more on the nct rec masterlist and part 1 here some fics I read april-june :) enjoy! and please give these amazing authors feedback!

one shot

the marriage and baby project [group project au, roommates au] s,f,a

give me the greenlight [street racing au, childhood friends to lovers au] s,f,a

surviving no nut november ft. haechan [mark lee x fem!reader x lee haechan] s

parking lot shenanigans [churchboy!mark x fem!reader] s

day dream [brothers best friend au] [90s au] f

watch me [neighbor!mark lee x fem!reader] s,f

back arched like a cat. [mark lee x fem!reader] s

safety zone [bestfriend!mark lee x fem!reader] [roommate au] f,a

eyes on you [roommate's brother!mark lee x fem!reader] s

reunion [ex!mark x barista fem!reader] s,f,a

hate me more [camp counselors! mark lee x fem!reader] a,s

pass it [friend!mark lee x fem!reader] [smoking au] s

sunday kinda love [frat!mark x fem!reader] s,f

golden hour. [waiter!mark lee x fem!reader] s

craving you like the devil craves heaven [priest!mark lee x succubus fem!reader] s

something new [sub!mark lee x fem!reader] s

play with me [bestfriend!mark lee x fem!reader] s,f

prove it [bigdick!mark x fem!reader] s

cry for me [idol bf!mark lee x fem!reader] s

what's mine is yours [mark lee x fem!reader] [suggestive] f

may I be the blunt? [stoner mark lee x fem!reader] s

for my eyes only [childhood friend!mark lee x fem!reader] s,f,a

across the room self-promo hehe [idol!mark lee x idol fem!reader] s

still here [best friend!mark lee x fem!reader] a

you want me so bad [rival!mark lee x fem!reader] a

play my way [churchboy!mark lee x fem!reader] s,f

meant to break ft. jaemin [mafia au] s,f,a

in your arms [mark x fem!reader x jaehyun] s

bed of spider webs [spiderman!mark lee x fem!reader] ft. jaehyun and johnny s,f,a

out of my league [bestfriend!mark lee x fem!reader] [smoking au] s,f,a

sunday sinner [churchboy!mark x fem!reader] ft.haechan s

a clouded fate [badboy!mark x fem!reader] [addicition au] s,f,a

tongue-tied: mkl.

⨯ pairing: mark x afab!reader

⨯ word count: 1.5k 

⨯ genre: smut, established relationship

⨯ summary: mark gets a bit handsy on the bean bag, and he leaves you speechless.

⨯ warnings: mentions of being high and edibles, oral (f receiving), honestly very tame, mark has an eyebrow and tongue piercing

⨯ playlist: wake, jiwoo  

⨯ a/n: this my first time ever writing smut.. be kind, and any feedback is very appreciated ♡

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Mark Lee was an insatiable bastard, and that was putting it lightly. Ever since the two of you had gotten together, it seemed like he was unable to keep his hands off you. Not that you minded; you had put the man through enough torture when it came to getting together, you could at least give him a bit of lenience now. 

And he took advantage of that every chance he could get. Even now, as the both of you are reaching the peak of your high, his hands are roaming your body. The two of you are squished onto his beloved bean bag in the living room, a random movie playing on the TV. Mark promised that once the gummies hit the two of you could watch a movie, yet here you were. 

The bean bag was big enough for the two of you to fit comfortably, but Mark insisted that you sit on his lap, at least halfway. This way he could keep his arms around you, his fingers dancing dangerously along the hem of your shirt.

Like you said, an insatiable bastard. 

“Is it really necessary to sit like this?” you whine, attempting to push Mark away. The warmth of the room was starting to get to you, and the gummies you had about 45 minutes ago were not helping. 

Mark can only roll his eyes at your behavior, opting to pull you closer to him. No matter how much you whined or tried to push him away, you always ended up begging him to hold you later on in the night. So why not just hold you now? 

And it’s not like you’re putting up much of a fight. Because all it takes is a small pinch on your thigh for you to melt into his arms, your head resting on his shoulder. This gives you perfect access to one of your favorite parts about Mark: his neck. Lazily, you begin to pepper small kisses along the span of his neck, paying special attention to the mole under his ear. You had always found the small beauty mark to be attractive.

“Babe,” he groans, shifting slightly to pull you onto his lap more. “Don’t tease me.” 

His words have you pulling away from him, a pout forming on your lips. “Why not?” 

“Don’t start something you can’t finish baby.” One look at him was enough for you to see the desire swimming in his eyes, and you can only scoff at his words. You always finished what you started. He knew that better than anyone. 

Before he can comment on your attitude, you’re pressing kisses to his neck again, this time pulling his earlobe between your teeth. “Technically, you started it,” you say, thinking back to his wandering hands. They had definitely slipped past the waistband of your sweats by now, his fingers dancing on the dangerously slim barrier of your underwear. 

“Why are you being a brat, hm? You’re always so good for me,” he remarks. Once again, he’s pinching your skin, relishing the way you squeak at the fleeting feeling of pain. 

“Defending myself is being a brat now?” you ask, raising your brow as you look at him. By now you’ve moved to straddle his lap, the plush filling of the bean bag making the position much more comfortable. However, the lack of structure means that no matter how much you try to hold yourself above him, your weight is pressing down on him. This means you can definitely feel his hard-on through the thin fabric of your sweatpants. 

Giving him a coy smile, you slip your hands up his shirt, your fingers grazing over his nipples as you help him take the shirt the article of clothing off.

"It's getting warm in here, no?" you ask innocently. This has him groaning, watching as you toss the shirt somewhere into his dimly lit living room before giving you his full attention. 

Unfortunately, you are too caught up staring at his chest to even notice his heavy gaze on you. Your hands are splayed on his chest; you love the way he looks under you. It wasn’t often that Mark let you be on top, so you planned to take advantage of every second you had. Which meant that your hands travel to his neck, gripping his throat gently. 

The action has Mark raising a pierced brow at you; it wasn’t often that you took control, but he found the idea lighting a fire in him that he wasn’t sure he could put out if he wanted to. You give his throat an experimental squeeze, loving the way his head lolls onto the bean bag. His gaze is dangerous; he’s looking at you with no patience, and it’s not long before his hands cover yours, using them to pull you onto him. 

A small ‘oof’ escapes your lungs, and it has the two of you laughing before Mark presses a heated kiss to your lips. He wasn’t known for his patience, especially not when it came to you. 

And it shows with the way his hands go from rubbing soft circles into your waist to tugging at your shirt, wanting the article of clothing gone. You can only giggle at his eagerness, watching as it's his turn to toss your shirt away as if it offended him. If you were to ask him, you know he would make up some sort of silly excuse. As if he can read your mind, he speaks up. 

“Every part of you is mine; no one’s gonna have what I have,” he says. You can’t lie; his words go straight to your core, and you know that if Mark couldn’t feel your arousal seeping through your pants before, he can feel it now. The dampness in your underwear has it sticking to you in a way that's almost uncomfortable. You swear you’re dizzy with desire as you look down at your boyfriend.

The sad thing is that he’s barely done anything yet. 

And no one knows you better than Mark. So even if it’s a bit awkward, Mark moves so that you’re laying in the center of the bean bag. Quickly, he slides onto the floor, using this opportunity to grab your sweats and panties, pulling them off in one swift motion. 

You can only pout at the loss of the chance to be on top for once, but Mark quickly erases that thought when your legs are thrown over his shoulder and he’s pressing his tongue against your core. You can only moan at the feeling, the small metal piercing on his tongue pressing against your clit. The feeling makes you squirm, but his arms are trapping you against his mouth. Right about now you regretted suggesting the piercing because it was the reason for you quickly coming undone on this damn bean bag. 

“You always taste so good,” he groans, greedily lapping at your pussy. If there was one thing to know about Mark Lee it was that he ate pussy like a starved man. Every single time, without a doubt. 

Your hands fly to his head, gripping his dark hair in your fingers. A small whimper leaves your lips as you tug on his hair, and this only encourages him even more. Mark takes a small glance at you, loving the way your head is thrown back and the way your legs seemingly have him trapped. Not that he minded. 

In fact, this was his favorite place to be. Under his pretty girl, right where he belonged. And he had to make sure that you knew that. Without warning, you feel his fingers slip inside you, and your mouth falls open in a loud moan; it was like music to Mark’s ears. 

“Oh my god,” your words are slurred as if you’re drunk from the pure desire coursing through your veins. With his hands now busy, you can grind against his face, chasing your own high. He’s so deep now, and all you can do is clench around his fingers pathetically. His name slips past your lips like a mantra, and it only fuels his ego. Only he could fuck you like this. Only he could make you speechless like this. Only him.

“So pretty,” he coos, drowning in the taste of you. “And all mine. Cum for me baby,” he demands. Mark pays extra attention to your clit, sucking and running the cool metal of his piercing against before adding a third finger to stretch you out. You can only whine, your thighs tightening against his head. 

Who were you to deny your loving boyfriend? 

A small cry escapes you as you orgasm, your hips bucking against his bruising grip. But that doesn’t stop Mark; he finger fucks you through your high, and he doesn’t waste a single drop. He brings his fingers to his mouth, his piercing making another appearance as he licks his fingers clean. 

You can only stare at him as you attempt to catch your breath. With the way he’s looking at you and the obvious bulge in his pants, you know that Mark Lee is far from done with you. 

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na jaemin, the college heartthrob and a part of your large friend group. he was also your best friends long term ex boyfriend. that's what you should've reminded yourself before you started sneaking around with the boy. oh god... when the truth comes out you're gonna be so done. well, thats IF the truth comes out.

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perv mark w innocent best friend, ijk mark would corrupt her in the most dirtiest way dang...

tw // corruption, coercion, manipulation, unprotected sex

you’re not stupid, you know what sex is and as much about reproduction as much as the next person who took a biology and sex ed class, but you’re heavily inexperienced and maybe a little too trusting of your best friend. that’s exactly how he manages to get inside your head.

mark doesn’t do too much too fast, just enough to sate his urges in the moment. it’s subtle at first, not even lewd, really. though you notice his faint touches that linger a little more than usual, you think nothing of them, assuming they’re only friendly gestures. you do the same with him - the clingy, touchy thing. long hugs and intertwined fingers that pair with his brushes of your shoulder and light touches to your forearm when he laughs at your jokes. you don’t mind how close he gets to you when you watch movies or play games, how he’ll rest his head in your lap while he scrolls through his phone.

then some other day, he’s talking about sex. not with you, not directly, but just enough to plant the idea in your brain, in hopes that you’ll think about it. it’s not lost on you that mark is experienced where you are not, that he’s had his fair share of women while you’re glued to your maidenhood, as it’s archaically called. you get a little curious, wondering what it would be like, if it’s really something to brag about.

mark’s twenty-fourth birthday comes. it’s at his house, surrounded by his friends and family and family-friends. because you always have sleepovers on your birthdays, it’s not surprising when he tells you to follow him upstairs to his bedroom with a cupcake in his hand. you shut the door behind yourself, collapsing on his bed, exhausted after the long day but still thrilled nonetheless. you’re a little taken aback when he asks you for a birthday favor, asking what else could he possibly want after all the gifts he’s gotten today (he’s very popular with the community), and you’re even more taken aback when he reveals that he wants you to take off your shirt.

you waver at first. mark even says please, he begs for it, says that he just wants to see for a couple of seconds and then you can forget it ever happened. you don’t know why, but you cave, grumbling, “fine,” and tugging at the string of your shirt so that it loosens. mark fights the slyest of grins, your bare tits popping out because you’re not wearing a bra. he just gawks for a second as he hangs over you, and his stare makes you feel so naked, even it’s just your top that’s off. you’re about to put it back on before he accidentally drops cupcake frosting onto your chest. mark apologizes, saying he forgot he was even holding it. it sounds believable enough, and you tell him that you’ll just go to the bathroom to clean up, but mark has a quicker idea, latching his tongue onto your breasts. you gasp in shock, still while he licks every bit of frosting off of your tits.

but he doesn’t stop even when it’s gone, sitting the cupcake on his nightstand and steering his hands to your ass while he sucks your nipple into his warm mouth, listening to the breathy little noises that leave your lips. and you want to tell him to stop but he’s your best friend and it’s his birthday, this is what he wants and it’s not like he’s hurting you :( it feels good, honestly, you like how his mouth and hands feel on your body. but it doesn’t stop there, either. your thighs clamp up when mark tries to stick his hand between your legs, but he just checks his watch and lies, telling you that it’s still his birthday for another hour even though it’s midnight, and you’re his birthday wish…

you don’t think this is right and you tell him as much, but mark brushes you off, going, “i’m your best friend, i would never make you do anything that was bad for you. i didn’t hurt you, did i? felt good, right?”

when you tell him, “it didn’t hurt, i liked it, but-” he cuts you off, and says, “see, i just wanna make you feel good. relax. you don’t want to make me sad on my birthday, do you?”

and of course you’d never wanna make him upset :( so you cave in, let him take off your shorts, play with your cunt and get you all wet for him. he eats you out before he fucks you, because he knows he’s big and it’s not that mark doesn’t want to rough you up a little, he just needs you to trust him… fucks you so many times back to back, he knows you’re so far gone when he admits that he accidentally came inside you, but he’ll buy you something in the morning and it’ll be okay, and you just nod and whimper at how his cock feels dragging against your walls because whenever mark hurts you it’s an accident and he’s incapable of doing bad things to you on purpose… right?

01:11 AM | mark lee

paring: idol!mark x fem!reader

count: 245 (two hundred, thrity-five words)

warnings: nsfw content, cursing, intentional lowercase, not proofread

contents: pwp, softdom!mark, sub!reader, race neutral reader, oral (f receiving), cunnilingus, pussy drunk mark, praise, l bomb, cursing, use of “pretty girl”

losing my mind over mark lee don’t mind me there also used to be a mark edit w novacane by frank ocean and now it’s gone so you have to take my word on it

mark runs his hands down your thighs as your hands were tangled in his hair. his tongue was lapping your arousal all over your inner thighs and his lips. mark has been starving for your pussy for so long, it drove him crazy, and now he finally has you in his hands. after a long hard work day, he loves to devour your pussy till it was raw. he loved your pussy as much as he loved you.

“you’re so pretty like this, pretty girl,” mark mumbles against your slick pussy; adding on your stimulation.

“fuck, mark, please. your tongue feels so good,” you moaned out as best as you could. the pleasure felt like your throat lost all air. mark knew your weak points.

everything down to how he sucked on your clit, ran his tongue on your labia, shoving his tongue in your your dripping pussy; just everything mark did was cloud nine for you. not only you found yourself on the edge of release, mark was about to come so fast if you kept on moaning out his name like that. “so good for me, right? shit, i love you and your pussy.”

“mark, i’m close, so close.”

“yeah? c’mon, come for me, pretty girl.”

almost exactly after mark's words, your hands gripped on mark's hair and your thighs began to shake. with that small action of yours, it signaled mark that your orgasm washed over you in the best way possible.

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easy (r.fantasies)

tw // insecure reader, johnny taking advantage of your low self esteem, idk what else to tag this he’s a douchebag

johnny likes them insecure. easy is what he really wants to say, because it’s so easy to get between your legs that he finds it laughable. he’s no amateur to this little hunt - you aren’t the first, you know that. a man like johnny had to have tons of women bearing their hearts and bodies to him, and he did. but you damn sure aren’t the last, and this bit you naively fail to realize.

he spots you at a cafe. what can he say - he knows where to scout them. not frat parties or crowded outings unless your far more poised, assertive friends dragged you out or you were searching for validation. he’s met a couple of women like that at his friend’s parties, but girls like you aren’t party animals, you’re too inhibited to truly let loose. you’re sitting at a booth and he decides to press his luck a little, sliding across from you. apologizes for startling you when you jolt, glancing up from your phone. the first thing you notice is that he’s mind-numbingly handsome with the cutest smile that you can’t help but match, telling him it’s okay.

johnny asks if you mind if he sits here while he waits for his coffee, and though you don’t fail to notice the handful of available spots he could have opted to sit at, you don’t shoo him away. he’s super cute, after all. you don’t want to get too carried away, it’s not like a guy this good-looking could ever be attracted to you, but your friends have been nagging you to go out and meet a boy.

you don’t have the confidence. you’d rather a boy go out and meet you.

johnny can’t help but start up a lighthearted conversation with you, flirting a bit here and there, and it’s only five minutes into talking that he decides you’re the epitome of a perfect candidate. he loves the way you can’t hold eye contact for too long, you can’t challenge his stare. he loves how you have a habit of covering your mouth when you laugh, probably embarrassed of your smile. by the time they call his name with his order, he already has your number and knows a couple of worthless facts about you, but he won’t be getting rid of them so soon. they’ll come in hand quickly.

he chats with you a little longer, maybe fifteen minutes, just for fun. not that he needed all that time, he already got what he wanted and asked you on a date. of course, you said yes. you didn’t ask when or what time, much to his amusement. you told him, yes. your plans be damned if you had any, all for the sake of a stranger just because he entertains you and he’s handsome, or you don’t have any plans, which makes it worse because he hasn’t told you when yet. he’s also sure to ask where you attend school and is relieved to know it’s not on his campus. it’s not that johnny’s afraid of facing you when he ultimately disposes of you like trash, it’s just too much drama. he’d rather avoid it.

you’re giggly when he leaves, in disbelief that a man like that even gave you a second thought. you can’t wait to tell your friends, but at the same time, you’re so jittery. you have a date with a guy and you don’t even have any date-worthy outfits. plus what if he talks to you and thinks you’re immensely uninteresting? what if he changes his mind and stands you up or something? there’s so much to fret over.

but johnny arrives punctually at your house at seven, just like you agreed. you’re a bit nervous to reveal yourself, wondering if you put on too little makeup or too much, musing on whether or not you did this dress justice, but then johnny’s knocking at your door. he falls silent for a second when he sees you and your first thought is that that’s a bad reaction, but then he follows it up with a comment about how beautiful you are and warmth fills your cheeks. you can’t help but make a comment back about how handsome he is, which he accepts with a thanks and offers you his hand, leading you out the driveway.

johnny thinks you’re a little stupid for giving him your address on the first date, but it’s okay. it’s not like he has any intention of seeing you beyond the point where he eventually gets bored of you.

the date goes well in your opinion. johnny even got you a gift, a necklace with two cats on it after you mentioned in passing that you were a lover of felines. helps you put it on, sits back down and lets out a comment about how beautiful it looks on you, and you can’t help but think he must really like you, that’s he’s such a great guy. he’s so funny, makes you laugh more than you thought possible. you make a couple of self-deprecating jokes, much to his chagrin, but your humor isn’t bad outside of that. johnny thinks he might tolerate you a pinch longer than he does some of the others. you’re really sold when he tells you a funny story and he tells you very sternly to stop covering your mouth when you laugh, you have the most gorgeous smile he’s ever seen and he wants to see it more often.

then he convinces you to come back to his place, and honestly, it doesn’t take really any convincing. it’s predictable what happens, he can’t wait to get you into his sheets, but he’s calculated and patient about it. you’re the shyiest thing ever and he’s not surprised to hear you sheepishly admit that you’re a virgin. you don’t know how much that turns him on, being your first, but he hides it so well. his reaction is less horrifying than you expect, he’s so nonchalant that you feel weird for making a big deal about it. as if you don’t have virgin written all over you, he thinks amusedly.

you’re shy, when he unzips your dress, feeling so naked as he stares at your bare body. and to be fair, you are. you’re shy when your bra comes off, covering your tits with your hands, only for him to place them above your head and suck them into his mouth. you’re shy when he dips his head between your thighs and exposes your bare cunt (you didn’t shave, you didn’t think he’d want to fuck you), only for him to spread your legs apart and tell you that you have such a pretty pussy. but you’re just needy when he grabs a condom (johnny’s a lot of things, but he’s not reckless about who he puts his dna into) and steers his cock to your cunt. needy when he slowly buries himself to the hilt, needy when he tells you that he loves how tight you wrap around him, needy when he grunts your name in your ear and says that he could fuck you forever.

you just comply with everything he wants, moan his name when he tells you to. so submissive, so meek. he loves it that way. it’s a shame that you’re so unkind to yourself, because johnny does actually find you attractive. you should give yourself a chance, but he doesn’t care to tell you that. especially because if you knew how much you were worth, you wouldn’t be with him.

a couple more dates and you’re officially together. it’s so fun to johnny, pure entertainment if nothing else. when he calls, you drop everything and come to him. whenever he wants a favor, you do it without a second thought. it’s the least you can do when he makes you feel so wanted, so accepted. you think nothing of it when he asks you to go on birth control, because he hates the barrier and so badly wants to feel your bare pussy clamp around his dick. wants to turn you into his cumdump, and you gladly mold into whoever he wants you to be. no self-esteem. your sense of self worth relies entirely upon him. so pathetic, he thinks, but never says. it’s almost… cute.

“johnny,” you whisper one night while he’s stuffed between your legs. “i love you.”

“love you, too,” he lies in the heat of the moment, knowing that he never has and never will, that some day he’ll have to break your heart just like he broke everybody else’s, but it’s your fault for being so easy.

nct dream texts: bf!mark edition

info: swearing, v suggestive, afab!reader but only in the last text (rest can be read as gender neutral!)

LOWKEY. | N.JM

— Prologue: “I like what we have.”

— Summary: You and Jaemin are best friends but behind the close doors you have a lowkey relationship that no one knows about.

— Genre: Fwb smut. Best friends to secret fwbs. Suggestive and soft sex. Lazy sex. Pussy eating. Jaemin loves Y/n’s thighs so much.

— Notes: Lazy sex honestly hits differently.

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One word to describe you and Jaemin? Lowkey.

You’re best friends everyone knows that. People can mutually agree that you and Jaemin are close friends nothing else but what you know is the opposite. Behind the close doors you’re the one spread wide open for your best friend letting him have a taste as much as he wants.

Behind those close doors lies a secret that no one else knows except you and Jaemin.

And it excites you because you love what you have with him. It’s a secret only you and him have. Nothing else matters when you’re alone together by yourself with your true, true selves. You don’t have to pretend you guys don’t want one another when you equally want each other.

Jaemin doesn’t have to bullshit his way out to say you’re only a friend when in reality he knows how your lips tastes. He knows the chapstick flavour you use. He knows you like to mismatch your underwear and he thinks it’s wonderful you do.

Or the fact that you have a these mood swings when you wake up and he isn’t in bed with you. He knows that you love to cuddle someone or something to fall asleep otherwise you want go to sleep.

He knows things ‘friends’ wouldn’t usually know.

Right now you’re lazing with Jaemin on the bed. Your arms are wrapped around him and he has the same arms wrapped around your body together, you guys are in the most comfortable position you don’t even need to move to get comfortable because Jaemin’s chest was the perfect pillow substitute. And you were a cute little baby wrapped in between the forearms as he looks down at you cuddling you even closer because being close to you simply wasn’t close enough for him. You’re staying over at Jaemin’s house today. He told you to come over because he missed you and who were you to say no to that?

You ran out the door the moment you read the ‘I miss you’ text and then arrived at his doorstep the next second.

You’re keeping this so lowkey your parents don’t even know or your mutual friends aren’t suspecting anything which is fine. Because when you’re alone with Jaemin you feel like you don’t need anyone else.

You see your best friend looking down at you and he gives you a little kiss on your forehead at the centre as your bangs were in the way of your eyes he slowly wipes them upwards with his thumb. He takes his gently time to swipe them back so he can look at your face without having your hairs in the way. You enjoy seeing how soft he can actually be. You’re just lazily laying there trapped between his tight embrace as if he was never going to ever let you go.

You let a small smile, watching the sinewy beautiful boy in front of you. “Jaemin you might suffocate me if you keep squeezing me and kissing me right here.” He wore a white tee shirt short sleeves and the black hair very loose and soft. It looks like a bunch of cotton candy to you or at least that’s how his hair feels like to you. It’s very soft. You’ve never touched anything soft as this. Jaemin’s bare face was also, extremely handsome you wonder if you’re gazing into a real life prince.

Your best friend playfully frowns and kissed your forehead again. “Hmm one more?” He asked you and you feel your eyebrows raise up. “Okay, one more.” Jaemin went for another kiss but then he just goes and pampers your entire face with kisses; he attacks your forehead with his lips, your cheeks, your eyelids that are closed, your chin and jawline. He even kissed your ears and the sides of your neck now. You feel so overwhelmed by how fast he kissed you in all those different places. At the same time they were soft and sweet too.

Jaemin’s very much affectionate when he’s alone with you like this and he feels so safe with you.

You let out a soft laugh. “You said one more, that was at least like seven times.” He heard you say this and he smirks softly leaning up and staring at your eyes a little bit.

Jaemin shifts on top of you hovering above as he stares down at your beautiful face and he’s practically taunting your lips wanting to kiss them. No. He needs to kiss them.

Jaemin’s silvery and husky voices has you hyperventilating at times because it’s so deep and soft with love and adoration for you. “I wasn’t counting, to me that felt like one kiss.” Jaemin retorts back to you running his fingers through your hair that feels so warm.

You want to tell him that he was in fact counting he just didn’t want to say he wasn’t. You know at times Jaemin can be very smug.

When the time closes the both you found yourselves in a lazy makeout. It starts of slow and low on energy. There’s no extra movements, no extra efforts put into the kiss. It’s just lazy kisses that can make your skin crawl and your heart run wild.

The lazy makeouts while he’s on top of your softly brushing his thumb across your inner cheek makes you melt like a puddle in middle of the Highway.

You didn’t even realise that you’re making out with him with slight more I resistant intensity now. The lazy makes-out went from zero to a whopping hundred when Jaemin began to brush his tongue within the seconds of the kiss growing more and more frisky between the two of you.

Your bodies get even closer. You sat up on the bed as Jaemin did the same. He sat up to pull you closer by your waist and the kiss not once broke off between the both of your faces. He caressed you and your body feels warmer in response to how good this all feels. It feels like you’re going to explode into something that will have you squealing with excitement and joy for him.

Your heart picks up a rate when Jaemin slips his hands around your shirt and slowly takes it off, your eyes were closed in that moment as you’re focusing in giving everything you have in the kiss you’re sharing with your best friend.

Jaemin didn’t waste a minute to pull you back down and lay you in the same position as previously you were in. He breaks it off as he looks into your eyes longingly.

He needs you, so bad.

“I don’t want to move, but I need you so bad.” Jaemin whispers brushing your hair and tucks it behind your ears.

You look at him understanding what he meant. He was feeling like lazing around with you and being in bed with him was such a good comfort thing to do. You don’t feel like moving too much either so instead you just kiss his lips a little and the sides of his neck.

“We can keep it lowkey.” You whisper. “I like what we have.” You’re reassuring him because you want him to know you feel the same as he does.

He doesn’t need to put too much effort. Jaemin smiles liking your answer and he found it appealing to him because you just know the right words to say everytime he needs you.

His hands tug on your sweatpants, which are his but you’re wearing them at times now. Whenever you come over you tend to take his clothes with you. Jaemin slips them down to your ankles and he reconnects his hands around your thighs. Jaemin kissed your knee and then your thighs he loves so much. They’re just the perfect size and if anything he sometimes wished you’d suffocate him around them. They’re so warm too, probably the warmest place around your body if you don’t count your breasts.

Jaemin won’t do anything too much effort but he will do enough to pleasure you and him at the same time. He doesn’t even need to get any pleasure to stimulate him because him pleasuring you was a way of giving him a better pleasure anyways.

He always finds your pleasure to be the most thrilling. It turns him on. It makes him satisfied.

Your hands prickle at his hair when Jaemin lowers the head down picking at your panties he slips them off and then, he takes an admiring look between your legs at your regional central. Jaemin saw how much your pussy looks to be begging to him at this point you’re anticipating it hard.

The moment you feel your best friends mouth open and touch at your clit giving it a little kitten lick you feel your eyes clench. Jaemin works his eyes down at your pussy not even bothering to look at your face right now because he’s too focused on giving you the best but low effort pleasure yet. Your body was very loose and relaxed because of all the cuddling you did with him earlier.

When his tongue laps around your two folds perking up at the erecting pleasure you feel his hands gently knead and fold around your inner thighs, he squeezes them at every lick he does at your cunt or when he wants to give you a little more of a harder time he shifts and sucks longer at your clit by using his teeth light to graze over, like a canon shooting out balls of pleasure at your body.

Sure, you don’t have a label with Jaemin. You say you’re best friends but you’re clearly more than that. But at the same time you wouldn’t say you’re boyfriend and girlfriend. It’s like you don’t have a label but you’re so comfortable being like this with him you don’t mind it.

At the end of the day labels don’t matter right? As long as you have Jaemin and he has you, that’s all that matters to the both of you.

And none of you would swap it for the world.

Your face cannot hide the pleasures that the boy down below was giving you and giving only you. It was something you cannot control because your eyebrows flutter like a pair of blooming Iris’ whenever he tastes you even more like he’s been imprisoned for decades or centuries.

The seeping tongue coursing through your insides and your clit makes your body skyrocket and sluggish with more this continues and Jaemin drags his mouth like a landmark on a map.

He traced his tongue down even further as his fingers made little progress between your smooth skin caressing your beautiful inner thighs and upwards up the pelvis, and right above your hips he gave a tight living squeeze as Jaemin’s breath began to pour against your cunt.

The room was filled with your sigh’s or your own running thoughts you spoke when the pleasure got too much.

You were allowed to say whatever you wanted because this was yours and Jaemin’s safe place. No one can see your relationship behind the closed doors because this was lowkey.

He wasn’t doing much effort yet he made you tremble by the lewd pulsing indulges the mouth was gaping at your watering hole, with the whole world behind the door not knowing a single thing that your best friend was eating you out like no tomorrow, and you love it, you love it so much you don’t want it to ever stop.

It was so mollifyingly beautiful, to see you look so spread out for him and taking everything Jaemin gave you because you’re such an amazing girl who listens to what he’s willing to do for you.

It’s times like these he’s the most grateful for you. You let him relax and be himself. He doesn’t have to do much to please you and you’re appreciative.

Jaemin of course does so much for you. He goes the extra length for you in anything.

The pleasure enhanced by the second, your eyes open now and you staring at the ceiling as your mouth escapes out your begs — oh how sweet your begs make Jaemin so weak and drunk on your sweet sweet darling cunt.

“J-Jaemin… I’m… so close, I don’t think I can last, Jaemin…” you repeat his name, in such short threats you feel him diving even more into your sating pretty pearl that he rubs his tongue on your perky lips down below contouring your pleasure.

Your nub was so abused by the boy below hungrily burning his mouth on the space between your spread legs.

One quick thrust from his mouth all at once had your orgasm reaching a certain high level of speed rushing out of your lips.

Jaemin saw you rasping at the bedsheets as your legs sent miniature spams and he saw your thighs jig around between the intensifying orgasm running wild at your stomach you sucked in.

The boy held your thighs down pushing your body against the bed when your body went to arch forward off the bedsheets. He made sure to force you back down as Jaemin didn’t move backwards, no, he stayed and pushed his tongue further more inside until he had all the taste of you.

“Ah.. ahhh fuck…”

Your hips buckle forward doing a little dry hump against your best friend’s mouth as he was making you cry from how good this feels.

Jaemin hums against your sex with tiny purrs leaving his beautiful plum lips looking so kissable. Moving away from your cunt he looks up at you seeing how well you took all his mouth provided, and you’re not left slightly breathing abnormally as it leaves your oxygen levels decreasing.

The blood rushing to your head and your cheeks was a visible sign that you were feeling better, now that you came on his mouth and Jaemin loves the taste of you too.

“Hmm… you taste so good, so fucking good.” He whispers as he leaves his face away from your sex and slowly looks at you with lambing eyes at your flushed face.

The cloying nature of the situation catches up to the both of you and it didn’t take long until he laid down next to you and you wrap your arms around his chest as you lay next to one another.

None of you said anything else but your eyes spoke words to each other that your lips could never achieve to rejuvenate.

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could i request perv nct 127 to you as their stylist?

perv!nct127 and there new cute little stylist who they all like.

perv!taeil who comes in early just to fuck you before everyone gets there , bending you over the makeup table. "t...taeil what if they walk in." "i guess they just walk in , yout better cum before everyone see's you creaming my cock."

perv!taeyong who fingers you after receiving many good comments on the outfit you picked out for him. "ta..taeyong." "shush love im trying to reward you , just take my fingers like a good girl."

perv!johnny who takes his clothes off in front of you without warning , standing naked in front of you. "j..johnny , why didn't you wait?" "baby look at me , look how hard you make my cock."

perv!yuta who lies and says something is wrong with his zipper , so you can get on your knees face to his cock. "yuta , there's noth- uh yuta you're hard." "you're already down there why won't you go ahead suck my cock love."

perv!doyoung who's watches your ass as you bend over to grab another shirt , the first shirt was fine , he just like watching your ass when you bend over. "i don't want that shirt , get me a new one." "doyoung-isn't this your job , why are you complaining."

perv!jaehyun who comes up from behind you when you're setting things up , caging you against the desk , grinding his cock against your ass. "jae... you have to get dress , stop that." "come on princess , it won't take that long , just lift up your skirt."

perv!jungwoo who convinces you to give him a handjob before he gets dress , whining. "jungwoo , we don't have time." "please , people will see my hard on in those pants , please just jerk me off."

Hi(◕ᴗ◕✿) i really liked THIS TT can u write a 127 one with this concept?

of course i can anon anything for you - mido <3

perv! nct127

warnings: smut, possible non- con themes, yandere behavior , harder kinks , threesomes , mutual masturbation, you’re a camgirl in one (you get extra points if you understand the username :) ), petnames (kitten, puppy, like literally petnames), somnophilia 

a/n i go a lil crazy with this one im sorry , anyone who reads and enjoys my content i just want you all to know that i write a lot of harder kinks and if you're not comfortable with that please just keep reading elsewhere!

i took a slightly different approach to 127 neos versus the dreamies i hope its still enjoyable. please leave some feed back in my inbox after too !

also this one is significantly longer than the dream vers (i just feel like i can write more abt the older neos )

thanks for reading

- mido ^.^

taeil: you and taeil have been friends ever since highschool. that's where his love for you started.  your hair was long and he loved it so much catching whiffs of your hair when he chased you around your front yard or when you sat in his lap. his infatuation with you only grew deeper when you both moved in with each other for university.  now taeil had access to everything he wanted your pillows had your scent all over them, your clothes and you. when you're out at lectures taeil is in your bed with his face buried in your sheets humping your pillows leaving him cum on anything that smells you. his favorite thing of yours to cum on are your silk scrunchies :)

"fuck you smell so good, you're mine"

johnny: your long time boyfriend johnny met after you literally bumped into each in front of a cafe. you were going in and he was coming out neither of you paid attention to the door and a fateful collision happened. below his tall stature he saw your eyes staring back up at him. every time you both had sex he loves seeing your eyes roll back into your head while he's pounding into you, your eyes watering while he fucks your mouth. johnny wants to see your eyes begging for him all the time. he'll tease you innocently throughout the day to see your eyes get glossy. it's enough to get his cock twitching in his jeans. alike a lot of his perverted friends he has a collection of photos for when you two are apart. his collection consists of pictures of your tear-streaked cheek after him fucking your face, videos of him cumming down your throat and a video he visits often is a night that he invited jaehyun over and its you trying to take both his cock and jaehyun's cock in your mouth at once.

"look at her jae, you really think you can fit both in your mouth princess?"

taeyong: you and taeyong have been working together on your groups album. you both would produce and bounce ideas off each other and taeyong was gracious enough to draw your group's album cover. you both stayed after hours working tirelessly on the album, whilst taking a nap on the couch taeyong would face you and palm himself through his sweats watching your sleeping figure. he can't control himself when you're in his presence. while your in the booth recording he'd be jerking off while monitoring your vocals. his mind wanders and wonders if you sound as angelic while his cock is filling you up. taeyong needs reference photos to draw; so he asks you to take a few photos of yourself in fairly suggestive photos but you pay no mind since its for the album. drawing mockups of your body is taeyong's favorite pastime; you in lingerie, sex positions his favorite naked. he often jerks off and cums all over his drawings of you but its just an excuse so he gets to draw more pictures of you.

"y/n can you sing that line again just in a slightly higher and breathier tone?"

doyoung: you and doyoung were known as the cute neighbourhood kids hopefully to grow up and get together. one summer your parents had business to tend to a few towns over. so your parents tasked doyoung with taking care of you. no one else would be better for the job right? he dropped in later than normal one night because of work and he heard sounds of tossing and turning expecting its you getting comfortable in bed. he quietly stashes the groceries he got for you in the fridge before making his way quietly up the stairs. your room is dimly lit with pink led lights and as doyoung slowly opens the door just to peer in on you. you’re sat in front of your laptop bouncing on a pink dildo to match the lights in your room. your soft moans fill the room alongside the sound of donations. “cherrybunnyblossom, can you flip over and show us your ass while you fuck your pussy?” you read out. doyoung leaves promptly with the information he needs. he goes home and searches you up himself on the camgirl website. he lives out his nastiest fantasies with you online, he jerks himself off watching you under his command. you always find yourself getting both your holes while you fuck your own fingers in and out of your mouth, spit spilling out of your mouth and covering your fingers.  

mki.yoodnu: how does the purple one feel inside of you? 

cherrybunnyblossom: it feels great daddy thank you 

jaehyun: you and jaehyun got together after johnny and his girlfriend got together. she had introduced you to her boyfriend's friends and you were smitten. you had thought that jaehyun was just a fairly reserved guy, he was cute when he wanted to be an overall sweet guy. while getting ready for bed one he peers into the closet calmly saying "babe, john says he wants to join us for a night", you stare back at him blankly trying to register what he's said to you. he pushes softly against the wall, massaging your tits and pressing himself into you. his cock presses into your back, slowly getting harder while he explains what him and johnny want to do to you. jae likes to take a backseat. he enjoys watching you get fucked by someone he calls a close friend.

"just one night hun, you'd look so beautiful with two cocks pumping you full."

yuta: you and yuta have a interesting relationship dynamic, you both see each other around the company and exchange greetings sweetly complimenting each other and then you're hidden in the dark corners of practice rooms on the floor from across masturbating watching each other. two rules of your relationships: firstly being no emotions involved purely sexual and finally no touching each other. your relationship was not exclusive to each other meaning you both were able to see other people. yuta only wanted you to himself so him finding out that you were having sexual relations with other guys. he'd peer in on your sexual escapade, seeing the way that other men handle you knowing that he can do better. he saw how you moaned louder when he toyed with your clit and how your voice faltered when he stopped. yuta cock strains, he's jealous that this random man passing through the company for the day gets to fuck you.

"he doesn't know how to make you feel good like i do sweetheart, give it up you know we should fuck"

jungwoo: your puppy like boyfriend knows no limits when it comes to your sex life. you always catch him jerking off while you’re home it makes you question what goes on while you’re not home. it’ll always end with your boyfriends cock in your mouth and his hands buried in your hair.  many occasions you’re wearing a skirt or a crop top that show off the small of your back. he comes over and grinds himself into your back. he has this sort of fixation with your hair; he loves running his fingers through it, its soft it smells nice and he loves the way it looks when his hands are in it. you tease him all the time telling him that he’s energetic like a puppy and he laughs alongside you until you realize his cock is pressing into you. jungwoo likes it when you’re on your knees with your tongue out like his own personal puppy. he always tells you while softly stroking your hair that he thinks you’re the cutest when you’re begging for him to fuck you harder. 

“such a good little puppy aren’t you baby”

mark: your shy boy mark could never hide how horny he got when he was with you. you’d hug him and his cock would be twitching in his pants. it was time for your weekly date night and this week you suggested to stay in and watch some movies. mark had placed you in his lap to watch the movie. for the most part he was doing fine until you fell asleep on top of him. his hands rubbed small circles on your stomach before moving up to cup your tits under your top. something about doing something so nasty to his sleeping girlfriend made him incredibly horny. he bucked his hips into clothed ass essentially fucking you with your clothes on while he played with your nipple pinching them ever so often and you’d let out soft moans. he left one hand on tits while the other pushed past the waistband of your shorts to slide a few fingers inside you. 

“you even take me so well while you’re sleeping”

haechan: found on 00s vers of my perv! series