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Jungwoo x Black!Fem.Reader

🎀 𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝚁𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎, 𝙸𝚍𝚘𝚕 𝙱𝚘𝚢𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍, 𝙵𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏, 𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎

🎀 𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: +𝟷𝟾, 𝙼𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚂𝚎𝚡, 𝙼𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗, 𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎, 𝙿𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛𝚜.

🎀 𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝟷,𝟶𝟶𝟶. 𝙸𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚊𝚣𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚕

🎀 𝙰/𝚗: 𝙸 𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝙵𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛, 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝙸 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝙸𝚍 𝚐𝚘 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚒𝚝; 𝚁𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝙹𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝟷𝚜𝚝

A glowing morning light shined through the window, a beautiful ambience of birds singing serenaded your ears. A sweet way to wake up. Gathered in silk sheets as you sit up to see you and your boyfriend's clothes and condoms scattered around the bedroom floor. A reminder of how last night went. Now Jungwoo, absolutely loved to see your face in the morning, especially after last night.

Your brown, silky, soft skin that glistened with sweat from the both of your bodies. That heavenly, vixen voice that hypnotized him. Of course, the lewd faces you made. The thought of it, could easily rile him up.

Jungwoo stood in the kitchen making you something to eat. As for you, well you were somewhat awake. More like forcing yourself to get up, ideally, Jungwoo would have to come and get you. However, seemed like the smell of breakfast was winning you over.

Wondering out of bed to search for where your boyfriend had gone. Needless to say, you were still nude and didn't care to wonder around the house in these conditions. How many times did Jungwoo see you without clothes?

There he stood, your eyes gaze upon his strikingly gorgeous figure. He was cooking, standing at the stove making something. Jungwoo wore a plain white shirt, and some basketball shorts.

You were a bit hopeful, maybe this morning Jungwoo would be naked? But no, your love was fully clothed. You smiled anyway, regardless; nude or fully clothed. Jungwoo looked amazing either way. You took quick strides over to your boyfriend causing small sounds along the kitchen tiles each step you took.

Jungwoo hummed while making you something to recharge you. He jumped a little feeling to small, mocha toned arms wrap around his chest, "Morning Jungwoo."

Feeling two cushions pressed against his mid-back, he peers over his shoulder. The both of your eyes meeting, as you look up at him. God your eyes were gorgeous, beautiful brown doe eyes look up at him.

He'd gladly submit to your evey whim with you looking at him like that. It doesn't take long before his eyes wonder a bit further. Jungwoo swiftly faces forward, face flushed. Not only did he expect you to still be sleep, you were up and about..nonetheless naked too.

Jungwoo sighed out of frustration yet amused, "Morning..Sweetness- You're not supposed up yet."

"I'm sorry, I missed you baby.", He shivered at those words, 'baby' that word that slipped past your lips was like music to his ears. Such a simple word, but once again, another thing about you that was enough to make Jungwoo kneel to you.

Then, pulling up Jungwoo's shirt a little, you began placing small kisses; trailing them up Jungwoo's spine. In the process, feeling up Jungwoo's toned back with your hands; They were freezing. He sucked in at his teeth as a reaction to your ice cold hands. Your hands eventually made their way wrapped around him, pulling him closer. You were practically leaning onto him, soft globes pressed into his back.

Jungwoo's hand left the handle of the pan to grab yours,"H-Hey.. be careful, I dont want you to burn yourself." Right..You'd got caught up teasing him, you'd forgotten that he was cooking.

"Mmm, Sorry baby-", you purred.

You hummed as you embeded kisses into his spine, Slipping your hand past the waist-band of his basketball shorts. Jungwoo softly called out to you- he wanted to let his voice out so bad.

However, He needed to finish breakfast..it was taking every ounce in his body to not throw onto the livingroom couch and show you first hand the Highway to Heaven.

"Bad Girl, Its too early for this- Go back to bed, I'll be there in a minute." Your hand stopped inching towards Jungwoo's you know what-, instead wrapping around his waist. Nudging your body, your breasts specifically, against Jungwoo's back as an attempt to rile him up.

"Oh, Come on. Don't be like that baby",you whined.

"Y-Y/n..", he whined. Oh like sweet music to your ears. You giggled, "Alright then~ I'll leave you alone now ♡". 'You damn tease',he thought to himself. He quite did miss your touch.

"I'll be a good girl and go back to bed, Jungwoo" ,You winked. Slowing walking to tease him more. You could've sworn you'd seen a bit of a tent in his shorts, though you'd figured you'd wait till he was done cooking.

Jungwoo watched you walk away. Hypnotized by the way your long coily hair, swayed side to side as it brushed against your ass when you walked away. With his face flushed red, he turned back to the food he was making for you. Maybe burned the food a little, thinking about you..Yeah. whoops!

A few minutes later Jungwoo came to his bedroom, he set the breakfast down on the night stand.

Seemed that within a few minutes you had fallen back asleep. He leaned forward on the bed trying to get your attention. You smiled hearing his heavenly his voice call you. A question he asked you everytime; after a Long, steamy, passionate, rough night of Love making.

"Darling, is everything okay? You're not feeling sore are you? No weakness anywhere? Was I going to harsh on you?"

"Too harsh? Jungwoo, you were like an angel last night! You couldn’t have been anymore gentler." You reached out to cup his face pulling him closer.

"I-I know, I just want to make sure Im not hurting you. Especially when you ask me to go harder." This time it was your turn to blush.

"R-Right, I did say that last night-",you smile bashfuly.

A sly smiled stretching across Jungwoo's face. "It's okay, Y/n, there's no need to be embarrassed. You know I'll go as fast, and as hard as you like", He teasingly stated.

"Jungwoo- don't..." ,you whined embarrassed. Jungwoo responded with a playful wink this time and with a playful tone,"There's revenge for messing with me. Plus you know its true.."

You rolled your eyes making Jungwoo laugh. He pulled you close peppering your face in kisses. Speaking in between kisses,"Don't. Roll. Your. Eyes. At. Me." He halted for a little to look at you, composing yourself, you gazed up at him. In a trance by one another for a bit, you finally reminded of the previous question he had asked-

"Oh! To..answer your question-" ,your hands slide you Jungwoo's shoulders, "-I'm 100%, No pains, no soreness. I'm alright."

Jungwoo smiled wryly, "Are you sure? You know I'll run you a bath, I can get a heating pad, pain killers-" You interrupt Jungwoo with a kiss, leaving his lips missing yours as you pull away. His undivided attention given to you-

"Pretty boy, I'd tell you if you were hurting me." He nodded, eyes glued on you. "R-Right.." He leaned down to kiss your plump lips. And Again, And Again.. Jungwoo, so entranced by your enchanting lips.

"Mm, Jungwoo-", you called between kisses.

"Hm?",He responded.

"The breakfast..." His lips left yours, staring down at your beautiful form for a moment

"The..breakfast? Oh!!" He nearly fell off the bed trying to get off of you,"Oh! Y/n Im so sorry! Let me go heat this up! Oh no!" Jungwoo, who is now embarrassed sprints off with the plate of delicious goods. You giggled finding it quite amusing. "He's cute" Thats Your Jungwoo ♡

Written on February 2nd 2022! Sorry for the dates I like to keep track of when I written my fanfics. Nonetheless, Enjoy!

Baby Don't Like It

MARK LEE X BLACK FEM.READER

Genre: Idol Boyfriend AU, Valentine's Day,

Warnings: Suggestive, Mature, Potential Spelling errors.

A/n: This is the Valentine's treat, the before obviously! Have fun, it'll be a while before I wite part 2. I never pre-plan these. I always write what I feel in the moment, so just wait a while please! Thank you!

A/n pt.2: In this fanfic, I used Mark's "White-blueish" hair. If you went to a 2022-23 Nct tour, you know what Im talking about. Just to stop any confusion cause I know now homeboy has Blonde at the moment ♡

Wordcount: About 800 words?

Part One:Here

Part Two: Highway to Heaven

Part three: Angel

Today is Valentine's day, you shared the day with your angel of a boyfriend. The both of you in his apartment, sitting at the kitchen Island you watched as he baked cookies for the both of you. He talked about his day at work before the two of you met up.

His cute voice rambling about many things you could get lost in and listen to for hours. He eventually stopped, and looked up at you to see you watching him intensity. Realizing he'd been going on and on he stayed quiet for a bit before speaking once more.

"—Anyway, enough about me and my day. Tell me about yours gorgeous", he said adjusting his glasses.

You smiled finding him cute, "Nothing too interesting kitten, it was pretty boring." He gazes at you then continues kneading the cookie dough. "I'm sorry Y/n, I hope it gets better."

"Oh it already gotten better Mark, You’re celebrating Valentine's day with me. I really appreciate it!"

Mark snickers looking up past his lenses, "Anything for you, but...Kitten?" He questioned as he looked at you from the other side kitchen island. "I thought it'd be cute", you admitted, "Don't like it? I can stop."

"No, not at all", He says looking down at the bowl. His cheeks on fire, "I like it..No— I love it actually. It's just you suprised me." You nod, confirming that he was comfortable with it. Hopping down from the stool you walk your way over to Mark.

"Want to let me help?"

"What no, just sit and look beautiful. Im almost done." You make space for yourself shifting into the space between the counter and Mark. "Let me help!" you exclaim wrapping your arms around his neck. He laughs, "Y/n, babe Im almost done. All I have to do is put the dough on the pan."

"Then let me do that!"

Mark lets out that cute laugh of his, "Jagiya..You're in my way."

"I know Mark", you confessed as you playfully puckered your lips out to him. His lips soon meet yours, softly pressing to yours he sighs against them. Pulling away he snakes an arm around your waist gazing down at you.

"Mark Lee.."

"Yes?"

"You look fine as fuck today." Mark flushes, revealing a cutesy hue across his face. "Thank you Jagi, you look stunning today too." Mark bends down to kiss you once more, the rim of his glasses touching your face. He attempts to pull away but your slender fingers manage to get a grasp of his collar keeping him close to your face.

"I have a question Mark."

"Ask me."

"Do you perhaps...Have anything planned for tonight?" Marks eyes glued to your lips, soon your back touching the counter behind you. "I do", he said eyes now locked onto yours.

"Im ready to give my all to you Y/n", Mark stated flustered. You teeth bitting your bottom lip, while tracing your fingers along the buttons on his collared shirt. "Mark."

"Mhm?" You pulled away watching his face carefully,"You do know...We don't have you if you're not ready, right?"

Surprised, he'd thought you'd catch the hint that he was more than ready..but he was always kind of 'Naive-ish'. One thing about you and Mark's relationship, was that Mark was a virgin. This didn't mean anything to you, you didn't mind at all. He was a bit shy to tell you though, not having any experience made him a bit nervous to confess. Especially when you told him you'd been with your ex in a previous relationship.

"Wouldn't you perfer someone with experience?", He asked. You shrugged expressing to him, it didn't matter to you whether he had been with an ex or not. All that mattered was that if they were clean and he was ready; and that Mark was. Before anything the both of you took tests and shared results, showing eachother you were clean.

You communicate to him that whenever he was ready for his first time, it was up to him. He was glad you'd let him take his time, and in the meantime he'd return the favor by slowly unraveling, showcasing his sensual skills. From making out, to grinding, to fingering... Nothing past that until now.

"Jagiya, What better time than now?", he states leaning in. Mark places his hands on the back on your thighs, hoisting you up onto the counter. The action made you flustered, you hid your face a little behind your hand. "W-What about the cookies you were just baking?"

Mark chuckles glancing at your thighs then up at your covered face. His hands on either sides of you as you sat on the counter. He tilted his head, as his brow, amused. "I WAS trying to bake, but you got in my way and seduced me."

"Well I wouldn't say seduced." You attempt to play innocent lifting your leg to rub against his thigh. "Kitten, I haven't even gotten started."

Mark softly stroking your leg, chuckling lightly. "Why'd you suddenly bring up baking when you were just in the middle of flirting with me? Did I make you nervous when I lifted you up and sat you on the counter?"

You squint your eyes turning away, "What is this? An interrogation? So many questions.."

"Mark..", you sighed. You yelped feeling teeth nip at your skin. Your boyfriend pulled away showcasing a bruise. You gasped, "Mark! You know I love wearing skirts and dresses!"

Mark teases you, "Oh yes..An interrogation, you seem nervous. Should I hook you up to a lie detector?" Marks hands make their way to your thighs, slightly separating them. His white hair brushing against your skin as he leans down to kiss your thighs.

"Oh no! I'm sorry! I should've asked!", He panicked. You pulled him close, gently kissing his flushed cheeks. "Im just kidding Kitten."

He calmed down, softly exhaling. Slightly pulling up your flowy dress mid thigh, "You can leave another one Mark." Mark smiles,"Maybe just one more for the time being..I wouldn't want everyone to see."

Mark grips your thighs once more, slowing spreading them. Kissing them while keeping his eyes on you. You slightly hide your face having his glares were making you nervous.

The softness of his cute lips against your plump thighs making you hungrier for his love. "Mark–"

"Hm?" He hums against your skin. "Is this really okay for me to be on this counter?"

He pauses his little teasing-like kisses looking at you, "Mm..Yes why?"

"Well, you were just baking here— and I uh.."

Mark blinks rapidly, "So..Is this your suggestion to move to the bedroom?" You gasp, seeing as it did sound that way. "Oh..I didn't mean it that way! It came out that way." Mark only smiled, delicately pushing you down on the counter. Your back now against the cool material causing you to shiver.

Mark locking your wrists down to the cool pavement. "Y/n..", Mark quietly whispers as he look down at you. "Hm?" He smiles, his expression a little wry. "I want to be honest, Im slightly nervous." You watched his face, giggling.

"What are you laughing at?" He frowned.

"You. I know, I'm sorry Mark. You're cute."

Pulling yourself up you hop down from the counter, grabbing Mark's hands. "Mark In all seriousness, It's alright, I was there once too." You placed his hands on your waist, pulling him close.

"You somehow make me feel confident."

"That's good—", You say standing on your toes. You gently kiss Mark's adam's apple watching him flustered in dismay. "Confidence is key."

Soon before you know it, you're thrown up and over Mark's shoulders. The entire action catching you off guard, though you didn't complain. Mark, effortlessly lifting hoisting you up and about was really attractive.

"Ah! Mark!", you laugh.

"You're really dangerous, you know that?" Mark asks as he begins to walk. You giggle, placing your hand upon his shoulder. "Is that a good thing? Or a bad one?", you tease.

"A good thing, A wonderful thing, you beautiful Minx."

"Mark!", you playfully hit his shoulder. Mark chuckles enjoying the view beside him.

"Hold on to me, we're going up stairs." Hearing this only made you more excited to experience the long night you had ahead of you.

"Hurry up then", you breathe hungrily.

Mark smiles, glad to know you're just as excited as him.

"Of course love, besides I still have to give you the rest of your Valentine's Gift."

Written May 11th.

(I know its mothers day but, I had this in the drafts for a while so, here you go!)

Lipstick

Kim Jungwoo X Black.Fem Reader

Genre: Smut, 18+, Switch, Fluff, Home Coming.

Warnings: Mentions of biting, Pet names, Terms of endearment, fluff, slight aftercare, alot ov Seggs so please–

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Summary: After a long tour across the world, you boyfriend finally returns to you. You plan something special for him, and so does he!

A/n: I know, Its a really long smut. It's literally not my fault- I saw jungwoo's 2 baddies photos and deadass busted a nut. My god this man is so fine. ☠️ Anyway— 90% of it is sex and the other 10% is like story or whatever— It's really in detail and gets in there so if you don't like that, feel free to stop reading and finish another time!

Wordcount: 4.1k

Part uno: Here

Part Dos: SOON

Jungwoo was busy with the promotions lately. He hadn't been home in a while. Translating to a couple of months; seven to be exact. Even before that, he'd come visit you then eventually he would stop once he began to finish his schedules late into the night. Needless to say he was exhausted. Finally the boys would have some free time, when Jungwoo got back to Seoul he told you he'd be back to you in an hour or so. So you had planned something special for his returning to you. In all honesty you were planning this for the last couple of days, now today was the day to follow through your welcome home gift.

A soft purple set you picked up from a store you had gone to hours prior. A lacy bra, which contained such pleasing little patterns on the cups. The bra contained lacy white ripples along the underwire and another layer of lace ripples following the underband. The cups see-through while the top of cup trimmed to a cute frilly pattern. The bones of the bra white and almost mimicking a corset. Lastly the centre gore displayed a small satin bow.

A garter belt, white thigh-highs, and soft purple panties. Throw that all together and you were practically an enchantress, waiting to tempt the love of your life the moment he walks through that front door.

Jungwoo messaged you; 'Im right down the road'.

You unlock the door, before disappearing back to the bedroom. Texting Jungwoo back— Letting him know, not to be alarmed and that the door would be unlocked. Soon before you know it, the doorknob began to rumble; it twisted and opened.

The door shut, a light click sound followed soon after. That could only mean one thing; Jungwoo was now in your residence. Slow and subtle creaking followed by some footsteps and that voice you hadn't heard in what felt like ages.

"My Lovely! I'm here! I got your text, don't think I’m some random person entering”, You peak your head past the door frame. To your surprise Jungwoo's hair had been dyed jet black. He was also wearing a suit. Almost like he was dressed for the occasion, even had a bouquet of flowers with him. A large bouquet of peonies, they varied in different sizes and colors. White, light pink, magenta... all appealing colors.

Jungwoo walked out of your vision causing you to soon step beyond the door frame to follow him.

He was setting some of his belongings down next to the livingroom table, and the bouquet on the table. Immediately after, Jungwoo began shedding his suit jacket. Neatly folding it neatly, setting it to the side. The silky suit, showcasing Jungwoo's figure, casting a sexy silhouette. Especially that vest, it contoured his body, giving an idea how slim his waist was. All in all Jungwoo looked incredible and you were practically drooling at the sight. After a short while of silence, Jungwoo called out to you again. "Love? You there?"

"Hi Jungwoo", You purred to him. He smiles, hearing you sweet voice. He was digging through his bag to get something, so he had’t seen you yet.

"Hey Love! You were starting to worry me, I was...",his voice comes to a halt as his eyes land on you.

You shyly smiled at him, sitting on the arm of the couch. Crossing your legs, you were practically modeling your lingerie for him. "Y/n, Princess..Whats this? I-Is this for me?", He asked with curiosity. His face bursting out into a bright pink hue. His chocolate eyes were drinking in the sight in front of him. Jungwoo expected to see you over the moon now that he was back home to you, though to see you dressed in a lingerie- it never crossed his mind. You were so shy about your body, where did this side of you come from?

"I could ask you the same thing Mr. Kim", you pointed to his suit, making Jungwoo look down at himself before looking back at you.

"M-My suit? What about it?"

Jungwoo’s eyes couldn’t help but fall on anything else but you, stealing his attention from any and everything. It was obvious you were attempting to tease him, and needless to say it was working. It goes without saying, this man was enamoured by you.

"Nothing at all...It's just that, you look rather ravishing Jungwoo." Jungwoo's pink hue, now bleeding up to his ears. A sweet smile spread across his face as he checks you out. You stand up walking towards your boyfriend slowly removing his tie. Jungwoo looked down at you, you were so pretty he didn't know what to do. Jungwoo sighed with desire, after all you did just surprise him in a bewitching lingerie.

"What are you doing Y/n?", you remained silent catching a glance up at him. You finish removing his tie from his neck. Your hands run along the back of Jungwoo's neck, then over his adam's apple and under his chin. His eyes close as you caress his neck, enjoying your little touches. It feels like its been years...

Now with your boyfriend's necktie in your hands you make a bee-line towards your bedroom. "W-Wait, you're just going to tease me?" Only to be ambushed, then pushed onto the bed. "Princess..", your beautiful boyfriend whispered. You walked to the bedroom door, closing it then locking it. "Yes?" You hummed. Now walking over to your dresser, you grab a long black cloth before turning back to Jungwoo as he was still sitting on the bed.

Gazing at how alluringly the lace hugged your curves and how the lace brushed against your toned thighs. "Hands behind your back." You ordered as you hold your boyfriend's necktie in his vision.

Jungwoo found it amusing, "Princess look, I appreciate you wearing this for me but before we continue-." You silence Jungwoo, grabbing his chin, forcing him to look up at you,"I’m not asking baby, I'm demanding." Jungwoo had something planned for you, something big, looks like he would have to wait a while. Not that he was complaining though.."Right, Yes Princess-", He said giving in.

With his hands now bound behind his back, you gently push at his shoulder causing him to stumble backwards. His silky, shinny black hair spilled and spread out along the sheets of your bed. You could tell he was starting to enjoy the little predicament he was placed in. "What are you gonna do to me? Hm?" He watches every step you take as you make your way to the dresser again. This time taking out a tube of a dark scarlet lipstick.

Slowly bending over your dresser to tease him a bit. His breath hitched, and pants tightened seeing the way your delicate flower created a print against your see-through, lace panties. The way your panties hugged your ass was nothing to be overlooked either. The color of the lace, the texture and patterns of the lace creating a beautiful masterpiece. Not to mention the beautiful contrast in the colors of your panties and dark skin tone. Your ass looked amazing, there was no denying. "Princess..Please don't be like this. Shouldn't we be celebrating?"

You ignored him, evenly spreading your liquid rouge along your lips. Placing the little tube between your breasts in case you needed to add another layer of pigment. You turned to Jungwoo who was still laying on his side, admiring you. Desperate for you to come to him so he could get a better look at you. With the other black cloth in hand you strut over to Jungwoo, straddling him. You grab his collar, forcing him to sit up straight. It surprised him, the amount of strength to pull him up with one arm. He almost thought you were furious with him. He laughs nervously,"Y-You're so strong..", he confessed.

Still silent, you begin blindfolding your boyfriend, leaving him unable to depend on his sight nor his touch. You finish then once again, letting Jungwoo out of your grip. Leaving him to fall back onto your sheets. You giggle, crawling off of him. Your delicate voice calling out to him, "Kim Jungwoo~"

Forced to use his hearing, in an attempt to follow your voice,"Yes Love?" A sudden dip in the mattress, as you sat on your bed. Hovering over him, you bring your tinted red lips to his ear.."Welcome Home baby." Jungwoo shivered at your seductive octave. Your lips lock on and attack on his neck began. Marks of lipstick left behind, leaving traces of where you were. Your boyfriend hummed with satisfaction, loving the kisses you were giving him. "Oh? You're finally talking to me now? How about you let me see you~",Jungwoo purred. Your hands exploring his clothed body, lightly tugging at his suit.

"Jungwoo, you should know..I won't give you what you want right away. Be a good boy and I might consider."

Jungwoo smiled, excitingly sighing, ”Yes princess.” Jungwoo wriggles around, his arms tugging as he was desperately trying to loosen the knots around his wrist. “Y-You know, You’re stunning like this- Whats gotten into you gorgeous?”, your boyfriend asked drunken with desire. “Nothing in particular...”, You paused, closing in on his face. You leaned in, whispering into his ear, ”It’s more like, what hasn’t been in me”, You responded, planting a kiss behind your beloved’s ear. Jungwoo purred feeling your lipstick, tainting his skin.

“Oh princess, I can help you. all you have to do is untie me love”, Your boyfriend flirted.

Causing you to giggle.. Guess you weren’t the only one who was needy. Nibbling on your lover’s ear, your slim fingers slowly but carefully unbutton Jungwoo's vest then dress shirt. He shivers feeling ice cold air brush against his skin. "All you can do is sit there and feel for me. Guessing where I might attack you from. Isn't that enough Jungwoo?" You say teasingly, painting his chest with lipstick marks.

"Ngh, Y-Yes..though I'd rather see you my Love,"He whines.

Still nipping at his skin, having a purple bruise behind to tell the story. Jungwoo breathing heavily due to little pain the bruises left behind. Hearing him plea was like feeding you energy to continue. Light giggles spill past your plump lips, "too bad.."

Your hands caressing his clothed thighs going lower even in between them. Jungwoo licks his lips, slowly grinding against your hand. You help him and press your hand against him. Jungwoo's beautiful, breathy gasps fill your bedroom. It was pretty obvious you were enjoying this. Usually Jungwoo would take the lead but now, it was safe to say that, this was a nice change in direction.

Especially having him beneath you and unable to move. Your hand comes to a stop massaging him. Your slim fingers shift in direction, up to his belt buckle. With clinking noises echoing in the room, Jungwoo lifts his hips a big letting you remove his belt. Unbuttoning his pants before lowering them a bit. You get off the bed and sink between his legs making yourself comfortable. From this angle, gazing up at him, seeing all the love bites, kiss marks, scratch marks..all of it was divine.

Your hand feeling over the large tent in your boyfriend's pants. Slipping his underwear down just a bit, letting him breathe and spring out before you. "Jungwoo, Baby? Still awake?"

"Yes, of course Love", he cheerfully called out to you. "Good."

Jungwoo smiled, "Why Love? Is something the ma-". Jungwoo's sentence cut off as his head was thrown back expressing pleasure. Your nose hitting his torso. Taking Jungwoo's length fully down your throat. Doing it without any warning, catching Jungwoo off guard. His voice, Moans echoing against the walls of your bedroom. "L-Love, Princess! You can't just suddenly-"

Without warning, once again, your tongue tracing a long stripe starting at the underside of his shaft and making your way up to his head, swirling your tongue around his tip. Bobbing your head up and down, practically swallowing his cock. Proceeding to not take your tongue off of him at all, not giving him any time at all to rest. Your lips pulling away with a kiss, a string of saliva connected you two. Jungwoo now wriggling about, his cock missing the wet warmth of your mouth.

"Fuck..Princess, Let me see you-",he cooed. Your hand slowly stroking him, "Baby, you've already asked me that already. Still so content on seeing me? Hm?", You questioned. Your thumb rubbing against his tip in a circle pattern, sending electric waves through his body. With is breath hitching,"O-Oh!",he cried,”Y-Yes but-"

"But?" ,you hummed.

You're boyfriend In a complete state of bliss. Such a pretty picture in front of you. Jungwoo's wrists bound together, chest on full display, his neck on full display as his head was thrown back. His body from the pelvic area to his face was covered in lipstick marks, love bites came into a close second. Jungwoo's face was flushed red, and his hair glued to his face by his sweat.

"h-hah...Princess, do you want me to beg?",his breath staggers hungrily.

"That would be nice" ,You agreed. You leave from between your boyfriend's legs straddling him, watching him from above.

"Yeah baby, do you think you could beg for me?" His cock brushing against your clothed pussy. Loving this unexpected side of you. His chest lowers and rises, releasing a breathy, "Yes".

"My sweet, Please Let me see you." You feel Jungwoo thrust up against you, and you pressing down on him, "A little more?" Jungwoo chuckled, "Pretty Please?" Your grinding slowed down, becoming more sensual and teasing-like as you praised him for his cute pleas. You leaned down onto Jungwoo more, your breath gently grazing your boyfriend's face.

"I'm so upset with you."

Jungwoo's grinding then stopped, hearing something he hadn't expected to hear. "Upset with me?" Suddenly your lips were pressed against Jungwoo's, silencing him. Your hands cupping his face, slowing lifting up his blindfold. His eyes opened, gazing into your beautiful brown eyes.

"Y/n? Love whats wrong." You eyesight slowly blurr.. You sniffled, falling to his chest, "I really missed you, you idiot! Leaving me here for so long." No you weren't really upset with him, more like..You were so happy you didn't know how to express your bottled up feelings.

Jungwoo chuckled, smiling softly. "I missed you too Y/n. I'm sorry I couldn't be here sooner." With your hands on either side of Jungwoo's head, keeping you up. "Hm?" ,he noticed your eyes gazing at your lips, "Will you kiss me?" Once again, sniffling. You wipe your tears before replying, "I don't know..I already gave you what you want."

"Oh really? And what was that?"

"I’m giving you the privilege to see me Jungwoo."

Jungwoo smirked, "Seriously have I has my absence had such an effect on you, that you've turned into such a teasing domineering-goddess?" Jungwoo puckers his lips up to you in a playful manner. You fight the urge to roll your eyes, finally submitting to your boyfriend. Months of you two being separated, in two separate countries, on opposite sides of the world.. to finally be able to touch him, and feel him physically it made you very happy. Your lips leave his lips, placing kisses on his cheeks, your delicate eyelashes ticking him. Jungwoo wiggling a bit from him laughing, and attempting to throw you off of him. Though, there’s a foreign feeling; a feeling on your lower leg.

"Babe? Whats in your pocket."

Jungwoo stammered cursing to himself. He'd forgotten he had got something for you, in the midst of you seducing him— forgetting the object was in his pocket.

"Um..Well, It's a little something I picked up-" He hoped you wouldn't search his pocket, though you did anyway. Taking out a silk, luxurious, little black box. It was outlined by white trim, topped off with a little white bow.

Well you'd already found it, not doubt you were going to open it. Jungwoo stared up at you, smiling, there's no better time than now. "Y/n, Love look, I know this isn't the most Ideal setting..you know me being tied up, err well, in the middle of foreplay to propose- I promise I had a whole speech written down for you..but to shorten things— Will you marry me?"

You didn't hesitate, a quick, "Yes.." Opening the tiny box, you find a beautiful diamond. The ring's metal was a sterling silver, small sapphire gemstones encrusted around the main Gem, which was shaved down to a heart. So excited, you scurried off of your boyfriend and over to your dresser. "Oh Jungwoo, I'd love to marry you!"

You removed the ring from the tiny box, and sliding it on your finger. You held your hand up to the ceiling and up to the light. Watching the sapphires blue color reflect from the gem and dance on the walls. "Wow..Its beautiful—". Your eyes catch motion in the mirror. Jungwoo's reflection, now sitting up, his wrists unbound. Realizing this, you quickly turning around. Your fiancé, playfully smirking at you. He held up the tie, waving it around.

"How'd you-"

"Tie better knots Love." Now discarding his top clothing, he makes his way off the bed and towards you. Oh...He was sure to get back at you. Now the tables have turned. Instead you were thrown onto the bed, and harshly kissed.

"Don't you think its quite fair, after you marked me up and down?"

"Don't toy with me Jungwoo—" ,you demanded as he pinned your hands to either side of your head after climbing on top of you seductively. "I want to punish you so bad you know?"

You cried, "J-Jungwoo!" feeling his teeth nip at your skin on your breasts. "But today, I'll be a good fiancé" ,Jungwoo cooed. Jungwoo settling himself between your legs, his eyes glued to your laced cunt. Pulling you to the edge of the bed by your ankles, then lacing his arms around your thighs. “Babe- what are you..”, you were interupted by his lovely voice. “You tempt me, I'm so hungry for you”.

He quickly buried his face between your thighs teasing you. Slightly breathing against your inner thighs, brushing his lips against your inner thighs. Looking up at you while teasing you. Your hand making a bee-line for Jungwoo’s head to pull him into you. Though to no avail, Jungwoo quickly released your thighs, holding your wrists in his clutches.

“Princess, why can't you behave?”, He gently laughed, ”I’m giving you what you want.” He reached for his necktie you had used prior to bound him. “You’re taking too long babe! I need you now!”, You confessed. Your fiancé reaching around you, bounding your wrists behind your back, ”I only just gotten back- My future wife is dressed up in this enchanting lingerie, and just expects me to fuck her quickly?” Now with your wrists bound behind you, pinned down my a hot and heavy body a sweet, romantic lust swirling in his irises, clouding his vision, ”I need to take my time and worship you, Let me love you down”.

Once again, Jungwoo’s face was between you thighs. Though this time, his kisses were replaced by small love bites. “Jungwoo, You’re driving me crazy!” Your hungry admission bringing delight to your future husband, ”In due time Beautiful”, he teasingly hums. Eventually giving in and granting you what you desire. Jungwoo made himself comfortable on the bed next to you. There that cheeky smile is, it was never too far away... “What are you doing?”

“Granting the first wish, Sit on my face Love”, he purred, voice sounding like silk. Your face tints, feeling sheepish because of his request. You’ve never rode your fiancé’s face before. You stutter crawling over to him" ,Jungwoo..We’ve never done this-”, You expressed.

“I know, which is why we should try now, hm?”

“But what if I suffocate you?”, you asked nervously.

Jungwoo’s temperature rises hearing that, turning him on even more. “Y/n, My Love..In all honesty, that doesn’t sound bad at all”, He confessed chuckling. He motions for you to come to him. Obeying Jungwoo, you position yourself above his face. “Are you sure about this babe?”, you asked.

“Yeah princess. I’ll tap on your thigh if I need to. I’ll be fine, here sit."

His veiny hand gripping you thighs, guiding your hips to their seat. As soon as your body connects with Jungwoo’s face, It was over. He didn’t even give you time to settle before he went to town on you. His tongue flicking your clit, and you sitting on him adding pressure.

It was alot, so naturally your response was to get up and move. It goes without saying, Jungwoo was not letting you go anywhere. Your fiancé’s grip tightening,”Wait! Jungwoo!”, You screamed his name earning a sound of delight from him. His hums sending spine-tingling vibrations through you from your wet core. Begging for something to grip and hold onto, losing your balance—

Jungwoo switches strategies, this time now pressing his soaked muscle into you. His hands pulling you down in a rhythmic pattern causing you to ride his face. Your heavenly sounds satisfying Jungwoo, giving him courage to take it a step further. Extending his arm over past your thigh, giving his hands access to your core.

Jungwoo switches strategies, this time now pressing his soaked muscle into you. His hands pulling you down in a rhythmic pattern causing you to ride his face. Your heavenly sounds satisfying Jungwoo, giving him courage to take it a step further. Extending his arm a bit past your thigh, giving his hands access to your core.

Jungwoo’s fingers pinching, pressing, twisting your clit. You didn’t realize how many times your fiancé’s name fell out of your mouth. Him however, Jungwoo kept count. Speeding up the tempo everytime, your voice angelic moans bounce through your room. You subconsciously grip his hair as you rode his pretty face. Your eyes rolling back, your thighs aching from holding yourself up over his face, losing your balance.

“O-Oh J-Jungwoo..”, you stuttered, ”S-So good..I’m gonna cum-”, you struggled to get out past the cute sounds you were making. Jungwoo, moving his mouth from your hole, and to your clit- sucking it..sending you over the edge. As a response you pulled your beloveds face into you, your juices drenching his lips and chin.

You felt gentle taps from below you. You lift up your hips, giving him room to admire you from below.

"You're incredibly sweet you know that?", Your fiancé affirmed. You look down at Jungwoo, panting, trying to capture your breath. He reaches his hands around you, loosening the threads that held your wrists together.

"Jungwoo..Where did you learn that from?", you asked climbing off of him and off the bed. Suprised your lingerie panties was still intact, especially after that make-out session Jungwoo had with your pussy lips.

Jungwoo getting off the bed, shedding the rest of his clothing. His shoes, socks, pants, underwear, in that order. He chuckled, amused by the tone in which you had asked him, "I just went with the flow~ Besides, a magician never reveals his secrets."

Now leaving the bedroom and going into the bathroom, your curiosity of where your fiancé was going vocalized. "Babe, where are you going?"

Jungwoo reentered your bedroom with multiple small packet in his hand. He smiled, "I can't prepare for my wife?"

"N-No! It's not that..I just thought we were finished", You admitted.. Jungwoo taking a seat before slipping on a condom, then turning to you.

“I do remember hearing you say something along the lines of you missing something of me inside you”,Jungwoo flirted.

“Up until now, I’ve had both my tongue and fingers inside you. All that’s left is..” You gazed at Jungwoo hungrily before quickly looking away. Your fiance approching you, holding your hands ever so gently. He gazes into your eyes, tenderly laying you down on your bed. With him on top of you.

“So? Any requests?”

“Requests?”

He nods, ”On how you want to be pleased tonight?” He waited for your answer, caressing your legs, your laced, gartered, thighs and then...a smack delivered to your butt. You clung to him, yelping with your eyes closed shut.

“I need an answer Mrs. Kim.”

Jungwoo now placing kisses along your wrist, "Okay! Everything.”

He paused, ”Everything?”

With now heavy breathing the anticipation nearly killing you, thighs rubbing together. You eagerly admitted, ”Yes..Passionate, Rough...Gentle, Slow, Fast-” Jungwoo hearing your confession, he fetches your unoccupied hand. Capturing it before pinning it above your head, before spreading your legs. He settles himself between them. In the process of attempting to slide your lace panties to the side, he rips them in the process. You gasp,”Jungwoo! I just bought this!”

He laughs quietly, ”My apologies princess, I’ll buy you a new set.”

He leans in, delicately giving your cheeks love, kissing them. His head teasing your entrance making you grow impatient “Jungwoo..” You murmured. Bucking at him you earned a chuckle from him. “Yes of course my love. As you wish.”

Slowly, the both of you become one. His fingers intertwined with yours. Your head thrown back in delight, as the anticipation was finally put to an end and fulfilled. Jungwoo’s slowly sheathing himself fully inside you, whispering sweet nothings you. His voice husky with desire to please you, desire to make you his fully.

“I’m going to start moving, okay Princess?” You nodded, and soon after sent to pure ecstasy. Your hands in need of something to grab, fists ball up, clutching bed sheets.

“Fuck you’re stunning.”

With your legs draped over your lover’s shoulders, pulling you by your thighs into his chest as he slowly thrusts. His loving yet sharp gaze, so powerful it could burn holes through you. Those slender fingers sliding under your thigh-high, pulling it up a bit; exposing those sexy legs of yours. Jungwoo’s plump, pink lips; They trail kisses along your calf, shin, your knees..even up to your ankle and heels.

Your vision is going fuzzy, watching him, let alone feeling him was starting to do a number on you. While his pretty lips were currently leaving precious marks on your legs, his hips buck. Jungwoo now leaning onto you a little more, releasing your perfect legs and letting them rest on his sides.

"You okay?" You heavy breathing calming down as you come back to reality.

"Y-Yes..I'm fine." He chuckles, "Good because I'm going to go deeper." Jungwoo helps you off your back and into the bed. "On your hands and knees princess."

"Yes Sir.."

Jungwoo positions himself behind you, "You're being obedient now? You don't want to keep the reigns tonight?"

"Jungwoo, If you knew what you looked like in that suit.."

He chuckles, "You're so cute, you know?" Pressing himself to your entrance, he leans over you from behind. His arm, reaching over your body, holding you close. His soft lips trace and kiss the back of your ear.

"Are you ready Princess?", he whispers.

"Yes..Fuck Jungwoo. Yes sir, I need it bad."

"No need for roles anymore Princess, I just want to make love to you."

His tip stroking at your entrance before filling you full again. Your fists ball up, tangled in the sheets. Your face quickly pressed to the sheets in attempt to silence your cries of pleasure. Jungwoo leaned against your body more, looming over your back. Pressing kisses to your back, your shoulders, arms, the back of your neck.

"Are you hiding from me? I want you to be loud Princess. Don't hide your voice tonight."

Jungwoo slips his hand under your chin, forcing you to look ahead of you instead of down. Jungwoo starts moving his hips, this making your jaw drop and exhale with the suprise motion. A sea of swear words fall past your lips, grunts and moans follow behind. Your legs were turning into putty just sitting there as your fiancé fed you sexually. His hand under you, around your waist; holding you as he plays with your clit. His juicy lips mumbling dirty yet sweet words into your shoulder.

"Greedy so greedy. Your body is so clear about what it wants."

You whimper. Jungwoo huffs as he pulls away slowly then quickly plunging himself back into you, Constantly earning moans. "Tell me princess, did you touch yourself when I was absent?" His thrusts speed up slightly making it heard for you to answer..

"Ah..Y-Yes!", you struggled, "I-I tried!"

"Tried? So, you couldn't succeed?"

"N-No."

"Couldn't cum? Mmm, well..Im here to help you," Jungwoo purred in you ear seductivly. The slaming of his hips became heavier, and harder. You drooled at the feeling of his girthy cock repeatedly going deeper in everytime he fucks you. Your knees buckling, shivering every new thrust given to you. You couldn't stay up straight for him.

"J-Jungwoo..My legs– I..."

"Yes love, I understand." In a swift motion, Jungwoo takes a pillow and places it under your hips. This keeping your butt up comfortably. "Relax Love." You nod, letting your body relax as the pillow propped your bottom end up for Jungwoo. Jungwoo, without warning plunged himself back inside you.

You gasped feeling him stretch you out. A hot low moan coming from his lips filling your ears. Jungwoo starts of slow again, then goes faster. Sexy strokes as he fucks you. Feeling your fiancé loom over you, holding your hands down in the process. Those sweet whispers adding fuel to your excited flames.

"Princess..my beautiful princess—" You sighed happily hearing his delicate voice serenading your ears.

"Oh my god—", you cry out slaming your face into the sheets. Jungwoo chuckles, kissing your hair as he slams into you. Your fiancé’s hand once again, under you chin holding your face up.

"Y-You're...so g-good!", you cried

"Really? Want more?"

A minor change in positions takes place. He gets up pulling you by your luscious legs to the end of the bed, leaving your legs off the bed while you bend over the edge of it on your stomach. Jungwoo moves the pillow from your hips, and gives it to you. "Here Princess, you might need this." The sudden change in position drove you crazy. The tip of his beautiful cock constantly kissing your cervix.

"Is it better? Deeper? Huh love?" To fucked up to reply you only responded in the love language of wailing moans. Dicking you down, fucking you into the mattress harder and harder— building that beautiful knot known as an orgasm. Jungwoo curses, slanting down to lick along your spine. His tongue stopping at your shoulders and kissing there as he chased the both of you chased. Jungwoo pulling your hips into his by your garter belt. With no time at all, the garter belt ripped. Jungwoo growls tossing it onto the floor.

"You must love ripping my lingerie— d-dont you..", Past the grunts and moans you manage to make out.

"Princess, it's going to come off sooner or later", he sighed. Your fiancé’s biting down at his lip in an attempt to hold back his cute noises.

"G-Gonna cum pretty girl?"

You nod and Jungwoo speeds up, lifting up your right leg to help him go deeper against that spot.

"Fuck...Fuck, fuck!!", you exclaimed. You reached back, with a hand to attempt and push his hips into yours. Jungwoo only chuckled, removing your slim fingers and pinning them ahead of you.

"Your really itching for this huh?" This time his speed slowed down, but his strokes were harsh. Once again, pulling away slowly then suddenly raming into you. The sound of skin echoing, and bouncing off the walls was discussingly loud. Your eyes rolling back as that knot on the verge of releasing.

Jungwoo, pinching and rubbing your beautiful clit with little more pressure than before. His other hand locking fingers with yours that contained the beautiful ring he had given you. That was the final straw, exactly what you needed. That final reach ecstasy in your sugary sweet rendezvous. Feeling that knot unravel, bringing about a ear-splitting weep as you creamed around your fiancé’s length. Jungwoo fucked into you, until you rode out your glorious climax. He overestimates you in the process of chasing his own. Jungwoo pulled out, yanked the condom off and shot his warm seed on your lower back.

"Y/n? Princess? Baby..You okay?"

With heavy breathing, trying to regain your breath you nod. Not realizing it, but Jungwoo left for a minute to get a warm towel for clean up. The warm towel placed on your mid-back feeling absolutely amazing; resulting in you sinking comfortably into the bed sheets. Then suddenly, there was a quick yet wet feeling pulled in one direction on your lower back.

You gasped,"J-Jungwoo?!" You lifted your head up tempting to look back behind you. You saw him, gorgeous smile spread across his face soon melting into a vampish smile. "Hm? Whats wrong?" You gazed at him, feeling your face heat up, then tried to look at your lower back and once again looking back at your fiancé.

"You..Did you just—"

"What? Lick my cum off of you? Yes.."

"Why did you—"

"Don't act suprised, you should know I'd lick any kind of icing off your body." You turned around burying your flustered expression into the pillow. "Princess..Whats wrong", he asked playfully. Knowing what he had done made you sky he teased you anyway.

"Nothing–", your voice muffled. Still on the edge of the bed your fiancé took notice,"Hey Y/n. Are your legs okay? You haven't moved. Do you need help?" You nod embarrassed, "A little." He chuckled, watching you flip over to your back so he could pick you up bridal style. And he did. In his muscular arm arms, you leaned your head against his broad shoulders.

"Aww, I really done a number on you huh?"

"Hush you", you chirped.

"Yes ma'am ♡" Slowly placing you down on the soft mattress below you. He sat beside you on the bed, massaging your thighs. "How are you feeling y/n? Your legs feeling any better?"

You nodded eyes glued on him, "What about you?"

"Me?"

"Yes you Jungwoo..Who else am I talking to hun", you said softly.

"I'm just fine", Jungwoo confirmed. He leaned down to kiss you. That gorgeous black hair posing as curtains, draping down onto your beautiful face. "Want a bath? New sheets?" He asked in a willing voice. "Another Round?", you ask with a Coy face. "Another?"

"Yes please" ,You expressed pulling him down onto the bed. You straddled him, making Jungwoo a little shocked.

"Oh, I thought your legs weren't feeling well?"

"The feeling is gone Hun."

"Taking charge this round?" Your hands on his toned chest and at the ready. Slightly clawing at his pale skin, slowing grinding on him.

"Yeah. Now shut up and let me ride you." You earned a low moan from Jungwoo as he watched your body move with such fluidity.

"Yes Princess ♡"

Written November 2022, Posted May 12th.

(Sorry, its been in my drafts so long and still might not be good with grammar. I will add a few revisions and fix spelling, punctuation later! Thanks!!)

Angel

Mark Lee X Black.FemReader

Genre: Aftercare/Morning after, Valentine's Day, Idol Boyfriend AU.

Warnings: Suggestive, Mature, Sex, Potential Spelling Errors.

A/n: Alright, Here is the cute and flirty aftercare, I know I posted this before the Seggs part. Yeah sorry, I want it to be spicy 🤧 Anyway enjoy! I also Use Mark's Korean name 'Minhyung' and shorten it to 'Min' so no confusion.

Wordcount: 800

Part One: Baby Dont Like it

Part Two: Highway to Heaven

Part Three: Here

Light giggles heard into the wee hours of the morning. Your legs around your Valentine's waist, straddling him. You looked down at him from above. Holding his hands down at his side. The both of you, naked and fresh out of the shower.

Tiredness washing over him,"I take it..I did a well?" Mark asked looking up at you. Seeing you in nothing but his T-shirt was something he'd never imagine would come true.

"Mark, Kitten– you did an amazing job."

Your boyfriend, sliding his warm hands along your thighs. His thumbs gently rubbing your skin in tiny cirles. "I know you already answered me the first time...but are you sure you're okay Y/n?"

A smile spreading across your face as you leaned down. Your hands cupping Marks cute face a such, topping it off with a little kiss to his nose. "I'm alright Mark. I promise."

"Good, I just wanted to make sure." You're boyfriend smiles sitting up straight with you still straddling him. His hands slowly creeping up from your thigh, under your shirt and to your waist. The sudden and swift feeling of Mark's hot hands sending shivers up your spine.

"I like this..", Mark says looking up at you.

Your hands resting on your boyfriend's shoulders. "Like what?" Tugging on the shirt you're wearing, messing with you a little. "You in nothing but my shirt", he admits.

"Ooh, I see. What about when I take It off?"

Mark wrinkles his nose, "There should be no suprise on how I feel about seeing you naked. You felt it all night, didn't you?"

You smiled, recalling the events, then about how hard you'd been clinging to your boyfriend.

"Speaking of which– I'm err..Sorry about those scratches Kitten", you apologize.

Mark laughes paying them no mind. Looking at the now inflamed scratchs on his biceps, feeling the burning sensation from the ones on his back.

"Oh please, I like them. They're like my little trophy scars."

"They don't hurt?"

"No, just burn a little–", he pauses, lowering his voice just a little. "It's nothing to worry about, I should get used to it."

"Huh? Why? How come?"

"Well..I do plan on getting more. A collection of these beautiful scars hm? What do you think Y/n?"

Suddenly, being lifted and put on your back. Mark now on top of you, catching you by surprise. You attempt to hide your face with your hand but fail because of Mark locking fingers with yours.

That coy smile as he looked down at your restricted form. "You're incredibly shy whenever I do something you seem to really love, hm?" Your breath hitched, heart racing, now your eyes avoiding his contact; this boyfriend of yours was catching on to your little habits.

"M-Min, you're...I-"

Interupted by a kiss of his, embraced by his plump cushions. Almost like silk, so smooth, your heart began to melt all over again. Mark pulls away, his hands release yours; his thumb now grazing your bottom lip.

"It's okay to be shy Y/n. Besides, I know what you like now, so I can help you get un-shy."

You push up at Mark's chest, shocked by the sudden confession. "You pervert", you said flustered. Meanwhile, Mark chuckles finding your little conversation amusing.

"Oh? I wasn't a pervert an hour ago–" Your boyfriend said, kissing your jawline. Flushed face and hiding your face in your hands. "Okay, Okay. I'll stop Y/n." Mark said, plopping to the side of you.

Naturally, you get close to him. "Good kitten...otherwise I'd have to punish you."

"Not Against it", He remarks. Mark's arms weave around you, his hand now softly rubbing your lower back. "Of course you aren't", you say jokingly rolling your eyes.

His fingers gently tracing lines and patterns as he looked down at you. "By the way, Y/n? Are you free tomorrow or..later today?" Mark asks.

You yawn as you answered,"Of course, what did you have in mind?"

Mark chuckles at your little yawn, smiling wryly afterwards. "Eh..well, I'll let you in on the full details tomorrow, okay? Lets get you some sleep beautiful."

"That sounds delightful." You said with a smiled. Mark slings his arm around you, pulling you close. There was no need for covers, seemed like Mark was warmer. Though, you didn't complain, you loved it.

"I love you Minhyung."

Sweet lips place a kiss upon you forehead then your nose, then with his thumb underneath your chin, your lips. A cute, meaningful peck..

"And I Love you Y/n— More than you know."

Written June 5th 2023

Highway to Heaven

Mark Lee x Black.FemReader

Genre: Smut, Idol!boyfriend AU, Virgin!Mark AU, SoftDom+Sub!Mark, Switch!Reader Fluff in there♡

Warnings: Seggs and lots of seggs, spelling and grammar errors! (Give me time, to go through a few couple times to make sure everything is good👍. I was rushing to post this 🥲)

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

A/n: This is the final part of my little 3 part Smut series. I know, the 2nd part was written wayyyyy after the 3rd. I wanted to make sure I felt it was good before posting it. Anyway- have a good read. Im also using Mark's Korean name every now and then in this x reader.

A/N 2– PLEASE READ: If you see the name 'Kaneki' dont be alarmed, I was also wrwriting another X Reader for 'Kaneki' and his name keeps autocorrecing into this x reader. I think ive fixed all the errors, but I could be wrong.

Wordcount: Im thinkin 2500k? I'll count later ♡

Part one: Baby don't like it.

Part two: Here.

Part three: Angel.

Mark squeezed your thighs as they were wrapped around his thin waist. Slow and steady kisses pressed onto your neck. Your nails dig into Minhyung's shoulders as a soft moan leaves your lips. There was no suprise how Mark felt about you in this moment, so you weren't shocked when you felt his longing pressed against you.

Though Mark stopped kissing you. He pulled away from your neck, smiles wryly "S-Sorry.."

"Don't apologize, it's perfectly fine." Mark's eyes stayed on you, thoughts racing at high speeds—

'How can I please her?'

'Can I make her climax good enough?'

Your back hit the soft mattress with Mark soon to follow. Your heart almost burst out of your chest— thinking of some places where to touch Mark. Thinking where to touch Mark to get him hot. Even though this was your first time together, the both of you were willing to go further and beyond for one another.

Mark unexpected, who seemed to not know anything about sex, knew exactly what buttons to push to turn you on. "Can give you a hickey here?", he softly asks

"Do what you want Kitten", you whispered.

That nervous demeanor of Mark's begins to dissolve, having a confident one replace it. Maybe too confident, you'll see why- "God you smell so nice.." Mark licked and kissed the bite mark he'd left to soothe the sweet pain he had produced.

"Did you put perfume on?", he asked in between kisses.

You nod, holding him close as your fingers run through Mark's hair. So soft you could play in his silky locks for hours.

"Yes of course baby, is it too much?"

Mark pulls away and smiles at you. Leaning in for a quick kiss before answering you. "No, not at all. I love it." The both of your lips tangled together. Heated bodies pressed against one another. Mark's tongue, against parted lips in small licks against. French kisses deepening the passion, your bodies even more molten together.

His hands searched and wondered every inch of your clothed body as he soon began to tug at your top.

"Can I?", he whispers.

"Go for it" ,you say giving him the green light, his lips find their way to your cheek. He kissed you a few times before allowing you to sit up, taking your shirt and lifting it over your head. He set it aside before laying you back down again.

His eyes darted towards your chest. Leaving his face breaking out in a red glow. 'This is so lewd' He was thinking what to do..and how to touch you; not wanting to make you feel uncomfortable or awkward. Still admiring your bronze glazed breasts, you reach out and grasp Mark's hand, bringing him back to reality. You lead his hand to your chest, having his hand cup your clothed breast.

"Y/n.."

You giggled, "Kitten, you can touch them. I promise I won't bite, unless you want me to." Teasing, winking at him. Mark averted his eyes from your flirtatious gaze.

"I just..Don't want to mess up, or make you feel uncomfortable-"

Mark pulls you close a bit to where he is able to reach around you and fiddle with your bra hook, sliding his delicate fingers underneath it. "Mark, look at me. It's your first time, we are bound to have awkward moments and mistakes. But thats apart of the process. Lets have fun with it, Okay?" Mark presses his forehead against yours, letting out a puff of air.

"Yes. I suppose you're right, Y/n. I wont think about that. I'll just think about loving you." Your hands find their way to his cheeks, pulling his face lower to place a kiss upon his nose. "You're so stunning- I don't know how I managed to control myself around you" ,He confessed

"Well, tonight Mark- you don't have to control yourself. I don't want you to, give me everything." Your boyfriend nodded and gently continued to kiss you. "And you Y/n– dont hide anything from me either", Mark commands in a husky voice.

"Fuck Mark, when you talk like that—", you mumble into his lips hungrily, "I'll show you what a slutty Minx I can be."

Mark breathes heavily at those words, his pants feeling tighter, "Yes Y/n, I'd love that." Your delicate hands feeling on your boyfriend's toned chest, tracing his abs. You tug on Mark's shirt pushing him back, causing him to naively tilt his head in confusion then realized what your goal was.

He the pulled his shirt up and over his head, discarding it into the corner. Admiring his toned body, your cheeks flush as Mark leans back on to you. His actions quite appealing to you— the way he'd done that, he seemed so confident. Though- thinking about it, how could disposing of an clothing item be so enticing?

Minhyung firmly placed his hands on your hips, hoisting you up and further on the bed. "God your skin is gorgeous."

"Mark..." ,You muttered. Feeling his lips kiss your cheek. The his hands still rest on your curvy hips. Caressing your thighs as they compress against his sides. He stopped at the waist band of your pants. "Yes?" ,He asked pulling away from your cleavage. "On the bed-"

"Huh?"

You quietly laughed, "Get on the bed." Mark was a little hesitant, he wanted to stay on top of you and do most of the work. Mark got off of you, letting you get up. He was going to just lay down, though you didn't give him a chance to. You pushed him down, climbing on top of him.

"My turn, let me treat you."

Your fingertips, traveling to his neck and caressing his face. Your eyes locked with Mark's lips and his eyes to your lips. Having convinced him you were going to kiss him, you pull away leaving him hungry for a kiss. Making way for his neck, only to hover and breathe against it. Eventually you final gave in nipped at his neck. "Tell me Kitten" ,You spoke between little bites, "Where do you want my lips?"

He lightly moaned, clutching to the bed sheets. "I want your lips on my lips of course-"

You smiled, "In due time, you must be patient. Foreplay is essential, I want to tease you just a bit baby."

Mark smirks, "So, this is what I signed up for?" You nod, "Im afraid so kitty.." , brushing your thumb against his plump lips. Your free hand wandering along his body. Abs toned, like a captivating art piece. Mark's tan skin soft, some spots with scares, each telling a story behind them. However, each making you fall more in love with him and his body. Your hand stopping at his zipper. His voice hitches, your boyfriend now sitting up to see what you were doing. You getting off of him and now placing your hands along his waist. You slowly unbuckled his belt, now watching him as you did so.

Such a sweet angel like him, what a lustful and hungry look he had in his eyes. Now that his belt was on the ground, you tugged at the button on his jeans leaving one last thing to undo. You slide off of Mark and onto your knees. Mark, now under a spell, still watching your movement. What you do next really had him wanting to just throw you down and pound into you. Your body coming closer to his torso, placing small kisses right below his belly button. Mark released a heavy breath..

'Haa.. she's so close to my–' he thinks to himself. He bites the inside of his mouth in attempt to hold back tiny moans. Just the thought of you being close to his cock began to set him off. Feeling up and down his waist, peppering kisses along his lower torso– surprising him by finaly unzipping his pants and pulling them down along with his underwear. Enough to where his member sprung out. Suddenly at the sight of if it you were a bit intimidated.

Mark was a bit embarrassed especially with you staring so much. "Y-Y/n you don't have to. I promise, I can just–"

You quickly press your lips to his, silencing him. "Mm-mm, I am– Im just trying to figure our how you're going to fit inside me" ,you nervously laugh in attempt to lighten the mood. "Even so, I don't mind going down on you Y/n– show me what to do."

"Next time baby boy, this time–".

You pause as you grasp Mark's length. His eyes shut tight, his warm lips part as you extract a moan from him. You begin pumping him, slowy just to get him used to it. You didn't want to drive him crazy, well...at least not yet. "This time, Im in Charge." Back to Mark's length— Slowly and steadly, you licked a stripe starting from the underside of his Cock and up to the tip. He shivers, as his hands grasps the sheets. Giving his head small kitten licks, observing his reactions and how sensitive he was.

Once you got the idea, your nose was soon touching Mark's torso. "Y-Y/n!" So trapped with pleasure, his cries never complete make it out. Tossing his head back in pure ecstasy. His Adam's apple bobing as he attempts to catch his breath.

"S-Slow Down!" You pull away whiping the saliva that began to build up.

"Baby, I am going slow" ,you chuckle. He glares down at you. Such a beautiful view, he'd only seen in dreams with the both of you. Up until now those dreams were made reality. Those siren eyes you return the dangerous gaze up at him. Those nails of your, gripping his thighs enough to make crescent-shaped marks. Licking your plump lips. Mark's face burned deeply and so did his ears. How erotic this was, he'd think to himself. Wanting to hid his face away.

"Here-" ,You grab Minhyung's hand and place it to you side of your face, "You can hold my hair and help control the speed if you want" ,You explain.

Mark noded a little embarrassed to say something, and you began to work your magic again. Once again, introducing that long, slow, Lick along his shaft to ease him back into it again. Both hands gripping him this time. Slowly pumping him, your lips parted as you swirled your tongue around your boyfriend's Tip.

As a reaction his fist grips your hair, hypnotized by your actions he sharply exhales. "S-Sorry you just, caught me off guard-", he explains while releasing your hair. You hummed taking his member fully in your mouth. Like torture to him, it seemed like you were teasing him, though you just wanted to make him feel extraordinary. Adding to the pressure, the pleasure- Slurping and Sucking, with occasional swirlings of your tongue making him see stars. Your head bobbing up and down as your tongue grazed the underside of Mark's Cock. His eyes study you, fingers intertwined with your hair, bundling it all up into a pony tail. Just trying to hold back,"Y/n– You can stop, Im close.."

You hummed, sending electrifying vibrations through him. You unlatch yourself from Mark, strings of saliva connecting from your lips to his Tip. Once he'd examined that, the pressure he'd been holding in his gut was starting to unravel. A burning sensation from him was getting heavier. You began pumping his messy cock in on hand before taking him back in your mouth. Driving him insane, forgetting your hair was still gathered up in his fist— he pulls you further onto his cock, with every tug, your nose touching his bellybutton. Saliva was also building up like thin strands of thread on the underside of his shaft. Your saliva dripping onto the floor, dripping down your neck and even littering on your clothed breasts; glistening in the moonlight.

Letting him guide you at a steady pace. Swear words find themselves falling past his lips. Mark leaning back, dazed. Voice like honey, moans and gasps feeding you. He sounded so good, You wanted to make him sound like this everyday. Mark's sexy orgasm unraveling itself bit by bit.

With one buck of his hips and one last time pushing your head down onto him, "F-Fuck.." ,He purred. As Mark's sweet cum painted your throat white you felt him twitch in your mouth. Finally coming back to his senses. He quickly realized, "Im sorry Y/n! Are you okay?"

You nod, covering up your mouth with your hands. Mark furrows his brows confused, until he realized– "Wait! Y/n– you don't have to.." You swallow all of him, of course he seen it. If Mark's face could turn any reder his head woukd explode from embarrassment.

Mark, helps you up and to your feet, only to push you down onto the bed. Pinning your wrists above you, his breathing was heavy. "You drive me crazy..you know that right?" You smile,"I didn't know until now." Standing up, fully disposing of his pants and underwear. Minhyung pulling you by your legs towards the end of the bed. Tugging at your skirt and panties, disposing of those too. You help by reaching around and uncliping your bra.

"You had your fun, now its my turn". Mark purred, looking down at you. His lips find their way to yours, and his hands once again; exploring every square inch. His hand finding its way between your legs. Your arousal was evident, you were drenched from getting Mark off so bad you were practically dripping. As Mark's fingers running along your drenched folds, he studies your facial expression. You grind against his fingers, signaling you want more.

Mark takes the hint, pressing his thumb against your bud. This coaxing a loud wail from you. After making friction between your grinding and Mark's fingers rubbing against you, he pushes a finger inside you. Once again gaining a sweet sound from you. Your hands shoulders, gripping onto them. The sound you made causing Mark's cock to twitch with excitement. His eye darkening at the sexy sight of his beautiful girlfriend underneath him.

Hypnotized by your beautiful cries, he suddenly acts. Adding another finger, whilst attacking one of the two buds on your chest. His tongue, assaulting your sensitive bud leaving it glistening with his saliva. Truely sending you to heaven and the two of you hadn't even actually fucked yet. With your back now arched, your hands leaving Minhyung's shoulders and sliding up to his head and gently gripping his platinum blue roots.

"M-Mark! W-Wait! Im gonna finish- I don't want to just yet..",You pleaded. How was he so good and this was his first time? You had no idea, and honestly...pretty sure he had no idea. Mark slowly removes his fingers from inside of you, bringing his wet digits into his mouth. Pulling them out with a pop following. Licking his lips, before his eyes dart down to you. "You're so sweet y/n",He mutters.

You bashfuly gazing back at him in an attempt to catch your breath from the delightful foreplay you'd just received. Your boyfriend reachinging into a nightstand, pulling out a pack of condoms.

"You were really planning this out, huh?"

"I told you, Y/n, Im ready to give you my all."

Digging through the small box, he pulls out a few small square packets it his hand. You scoffed, "Baby, do you need so many?"

Mark sheepishly smiles,"Better safe than sorry, you know?"

Your boyfriend, who's now opening the little packed replied chuckling with a slight hue over his cheeks. Mark, now rolling the condom onto his length.

"Do you want to take control Mark?" Mark declined, "Show me how its done first" ,he flirted. You giggled, pushing him down before straddling him. "Get comfortable Kitten." Your boyfriend nodded as he placed his large hands on your thighs. "Feel free to take control when you want, okay?"

He nods and you begin. Gliding your folds against Mark's cock. With anticipation, his nails digging into your soft thighs as he watches your hips swivel. You bite your lip fighting back your cries wanting to hear your boyfriend's voice. Slowly ingulfing him in, though not all of him. You sat there for a bit as the stretch was a little painful.. soon the pain subsides and transforms into pleasure.

You leaned down onto Mark, bare chest to bare chest..rising and falling, his cock twitching already. His hands slightly pushing you down onto his cock.

"Y/n, you're so warm" ,your boyfriend moaned. "And you—" ,you had to take a breath, "You're so fulfilling.." Mark's eyes fixated on the erotic scene in front of him. His hands now on your ass, pushing you down a bit further. He sat up to get a good look at you up close.

"Fuck.. your body is absolutely beautiful" Mark groaned, now pushing you down onto his cock completely. Thus making you cry louder than before. Your arms instinctively wrap around his neck. Mark gazing up at you with his hands still on your ass letting you adjust.

Your boyfriend sprinkles kisses on your chest, before having a field day with your breasts. "How do you feel Y/n?" ,he asked looking at you with a hungry look. "I'm fine Mark." Your boyfriend happily smiles, wrapping his arms around you. "G-Good.."

Your eyes shut tight, finally having the courage to move. Pushing Mark back down, you began with a steady and slow tempo. Satiny coils down to your sides; glued to your beautiful tanned skin because of the sweat. Your face of pleasure; eyes closed and mouth gaping. Mark with one eye shut and the other watching you, his lewd face handsome and on display for you. With every bounce, your breasts follow— giving him something delicious to gawk at if you don't fuck the shit out of him.

Your hands on his chest as support, curling up and scratching your boyfriend in the process. "Fuck...Y-Y/n" ,Mark grunts. Enjoying the feelinging of being sucked in and squeezed, pulled into you was overwhelming. It was taking every ounce not to cum so quickly.

"H-Hm? Is it too much kitten?" ,you teased.

Mark's His hands so hungrily reaching out to you. Finding his way to your clit, rubbing it in circles. Sending shocks of arousal throughout your body. Suddenly feeling Mark's dick burrow deeper into you. You screamed at the action adding on to the pure bliss.

Fucking into you as he gripped your thighs to help him steady his pace. The sound of skin colliding slowly building up becoming louder and louder every couple of thrusts to the point where you couldn't hear it past your moans. Seeing stars as your eyes rolled back into your skull— Thinking of nothing but the feeling of something filling you up over and over again. Mark helping you ride out your orgasm, as well as building up on his.

You were being fucked senseless, so early on into your Valentine's Sex session. "M-Minhyung! W-Wait!!" Were cries that managed to fall past your soft lips as your walls clamp around on your lover before you. Your legs shaking violently, your back archs and head thrown back.

"Oh Baby, You look so P-Pretty like this.." ,Mark Woo's. Massaging your thighs, letting you return to reality. Heavily breathing as you lay against Mark's chest.

"You okay?"

"Yes..I'm Okay.."

Gentle rubs on your back, comforting you.. somewhat lulling you to sleep. You spring up realizing. "Oh my god!"

"What?"

Your face flushes. You cover your face with your hands, using them as a shield. "What baby? Tell me whats up. Was I not okay?"

"No! It was the opposite! I-..I finished too fast!"

Mark sits up, now eye-level with you still settled on top of him. Gently holding your hands, he peals them away from your pretty face. "Hey, weren't you the one who said It would be awkward? That pur first time together wont be perfect?"

"Yes but..I wanted to hold out for you."

"It's okay if you don't hold out...well, It Just tells me what a good job Im doing", he flirted. Making you giggle with sudden spring of kisses peppered on your neck.

"I guess you are doing well, you've managed to come this far."

"You guess? Want me to do better? I do have one tally for making you 'cum' this far."

You were lifted up and put onto your back, the both of you now in missionary position. Mark held you down against his sheets. Your dark hair was littered everywhere as you looked up at him and Mark, as he looked down at you.

A soft and warm, yet intense gaze– Seemed like nothing would put a hold on the sexual tension between you two. Your chest hot with desire. Leaning in closer to you. The feeling of warm breath heave against eachother—

"Oh..Haha, you've got jokes".

Mark chuckles, pulling your body somewhat onto his lap as he readied himself to fill you up once more.

"Uh-huh, Jokes and galore", he says with a cute smirk. Without warning, you were filled to the brim with Mark's length. Your eyes widened with the sudden feeling and voice so loud you were positive Mark's neighbors could hear everything.

Mark's grip, tugging on one of your hands while the other grips the sheets. His lips nipping, kissing, whispering things into your skin as he watched your pleasured form.

With your free hand you cling to the velvety sheets. "Ngh! Fuck.. Minhyung–"

"Hm? What's that? Kitten got your tongue, Y/n?", Mark Teased. He leans onto you, kissing your chin, and slowly going down your body. Your neck, collar bone..and breasts.

His steady thrusts, speeding up with the sound of skin getting louder too. Marks lips wrapped around your nipple, as he pulled you by the wrist. The combination of his tongue going at it on your breasts + Mark filling you up, quickly sending you over the edge. Your nails now finding solace in Mark's bicep.

His other arm wraps around the arch of your back. Holding you there- after having fun with one nipple he moves on to the next. "Mark! Mm! Oh my g–" a string of cries leave your lips as your boyfriend's pelvis slams into yours.

The feeling, Tension of Minhyung's cock ravage your insides building up, leaving you speechless. Without announcement Mark pulls out, yanking the condom off and planting his seed all over your stomach.

Your orgasm that was just being built up began to die down. You sighed with disappointment feeling the sweet end leave your body. You began to sit up only to be pushed back down onto the bed.

"Hey, where are you going beautiful? I can feel you're on your second orgasm."

"Its not that big of a deal—"

With a sudden motion, your legs pulled apart. Pushed back by the pit of your knees. Mark kneels before you, eagerly looking at your pussy.

"Damn, Look how messy you've gotten. Let me clean you up a bit."

His tongue now licking a long, wet, warm stripe along your slit. Firmly gripping plush thighs, Mark pulls you onto his lips. Making out with your pussy vigorously. Tasting every inch of your cum that had leaked out of you.

Mark stepping back to look at your face, as he found joy in your expressions. Wondering why you were so quiet, to finding you covering your mouth.

He grabs your hand, holding it down to the bed. In a teasing tone,"You can pull my hair if you don't know what to do with them." Like you'd told him before the two of you got busy love making.

"I forbid you to hide your cries Minx. You're loud and expressive earlier. Don't hide now", he mumbles against your pussy. He drags your soft digits to his locks, letting your fingers latch on before continuing to eat you again.

Feeling the need to help that pressure build up again, taking your fingers amd playing with your clit. Mark feeling disappointed that you needed to do it yourself. Mark removed your hand, replacing it with his.

Your hips rolling on Mark's finger and tongue, eventually reaching that sweet end goal. Your legs vibrating around Marks head as you cum. Still Stimulating you as you reached the end.

Your pretty cries so loud, like music to Mark's ears. Felling him smile against your pussy as he laps up your juices. Rubbing your thighs to help soothe the slight aches. "Beautiful Y/n, Such a beautiful Minx."

Mark gently lowers your legs, kissing your calves as your toes point. Allowing you to come down from your high. "Fuck Kitten...You're good. Really good." You slur hungrily.

"Yeah? Good, cause' I'm not done yet gorgeous." Marks says in a low tone; his eyes clouded by love lust. "Not done?" You ask, ready for more. Your boyfriend who'd been a virgin, shy and now confident as ever. Though you weren't complaining, he was so hot like this.

"Could you please turn around for me Y/n?", he asked as he helped you to your feet.

"Since you asked so nicely", you flirted with Mark as he twirled you around. Mark now unwrapping a new condom and preparing himself for you.

On your hands and knees, you wait for Mark to position himself. As he does so, his hands slide up your waist and up your hips. His alluring voice in your ear, "Are you ready?"

His voice melting you, you nod leaning into the sheets. "Minx, don't lean that way– come here.."

Mark helping you up, you stayed on your knees and Mark right behind you. "I wanna try like this–"

His chest against your back.. Sweat making your skin stick together. One hand of his holding your hip and the other holding one of your wrists. He guides your hand over his shoulder and rests it on the back of his head. Gently kissing your shoulder as he slides inside you again. "A-Ah!"

Mark's hand now with a mind of its own making its way to your breast, and fondling it. Your head thrown back onto your boyfriend's shoulder as he grinds against you— thrusts into you.

"Damn...You feel so good, you're so beautiful—", he whispers.

"Mark– I don't think I'll be letting you sleep tonight."

"Me either–" The two of you share a kiss as Marks hips move faster. Your mouth agape more, having lovely noises spill out.

"–I can't seem to get enough of you."

Written june 28th

Love Song

Haechan Lee X Black Reader

Genre: Romance, Poetic-ish, Shortstory, fluff, Confession, POV (hyuck's).

Warnings: potential spelling errors (cause I was just typing away without checking. I'll go back and fix later)

A/n: I've literally had writer's block for the past 3 months trying to come up with stuff to write about, NCT's New album, the dreamies album just dropped, and now 127's album is coming in hot— With that being said, I've got alot of stuff waiting for yall ♡

A/n 2: Sorry this couldn't be longer, Im still recovering from my writers block 😞

Wordcount: 700

Im not usually a fan of the rain but today..I can't help but admit that this day has gotten better. The sound of her heart beating, her light scent. We're so close– it's almost overwhelming.

The umbrella, was decent size. Though, not big enough for the both of us. I admit, it's a bit compact, but im not complaining. My shoulder, her shoulder; the moment they touched seems like time slowed down. I don't mind one bit, I hope the feeling is mutual.

The smell of rain, the ambience of delicate drops. "Hyuck-" Her sweet voice called out to me. Her sweet smile and kind eyes gazing up at me. "Your shoulder!" She points out. Though to be honest I didn't care. I brushing it off, telling her it was alright. Telling her, there just isn't enought space for me to fully be under the umbrella.

"But, You'll get a cold." She expresses with worry.

"It's alright. I'll have you to take care of me, right?", I whispered. Was that too bold of me? I hope not. She smiles, averting her gaze a bit. A slight splash of red undertone on her chocolate skin, ear from ear. "Yes, of course." I smiled back as she played along to my little attempt of flirt.

The cafe we'd just left, disappearing into the blurry distance as we finder further and further away. Like everyone else on the street is disappearing. Like a island with just the two of us.

Once reaching her home, stopping at the door. "I had a great time, I hope you feel the same?" She nervously admits. Shocked, I felt my face burn with happiness. "Yes, I also had a wonderful time."

Watching as she unblocked the door, making sure she got in her home safe and sound. When I turned to leave I felt my arm being tugged at. She stood tall on her tippy-toes having her lips connect to my cheek and whispered– "Thank you Hyuck." I felt so much joy in our date being a success. When I turn to look at her with shock, she giggles.

As for I, well..I believe in eye-for-eye. Especially, when it's something so endearing from some one so beautiful. "Y/n, may I?", I ask.

"Yes", She vocalizes. Gaining concent, I cup her face as she leans into me. Kissing her cute forehead. I had planned a date for us only for the rain to..well what I'd think to somewhat ruin our afternoon plans.

Now that Im thinking about it..maybe I actually love this rain after all.

I'll fix errors later, been at work all day !! Just wanted to post this :) hope you like it!

Guitar Strings || Mark Lee x Fem Reader ||

//TW : SMUT//

(Credits to the owner)

Fem Dialogues, Mark's Dialogues

You were having a sweet time with your boyfriend Mark, while he skillfully played his guitar, trying to put you to sleep after you finally had a break after working hard for your last semester project. This time you spent with him was going very sweet.. until the time it started to get heated...

You lay on the bed next to Mark, who was playing a guitar and putting you to sleep in the middle of the night. You kept requesting songs and he kept on playing them hoping that you would fall asleep.

He cared for you. All these days you had been working on some work project for your university final semester late at night. Now that your work was done and submitted, you felt a wave of relaxation pass over you. Mark took you on a date today at a fancy restaurant and now you both are here, in the sheets, him playing u songs and trying to get u a beauty sleep which you deserved after so much of hard work.

"Go to sleep already, princess.. You did well in your project and now you deserve your sleep"

"I will sleep, Mark.. Just let me stare at you.. I haven't even admired you nicely due to my work.."

"Baby~ if you want to just admire me.. then how about this.."

Mark picks you up and places you in his lap, just to give you a closer look of what he looked like so you can peacefully admire your handsome and caring boyfriend.

"Is this okay?"

"Yes"

Mark placed a soft and gentle kiss on your lips and continued playing the song.

"Hey Rose, I bought you five roses won't you come to my show~ Show you how to live life yeah you know you fucking gold~ Give you all my time if you wanna take it slow~ Your soul is lovely~"

You smiled as he sang the song. It had a beautiful meaning to you. He used to sing this song back in the days when you guys were best friends in college.

You and Mark were childhood friends and it was like a typical friends to lovers trope for you both. He was the popular student who was in the school band and choir, got amazing grades and also a million proposals. On the other hand, you were the 'nerd'. Not like you were a dumb student. You were just like Mark.. excellent in all subjects and an amazing theatre and acting student. The only difference between you two was that you never got a single proposal. Only once, your crush came to you and asked you out but turned out that he was just joking around and never loved you. You got scared to fall in love after that one incident.

But maybe the universe had some other plans for you. Time passed and you fell for Mark. You fell for him to the extent that you would do anything to spend time with him or even get a glance of his face. On the other hand, Mark had fallen for you a long time ago. He too was scared to ruin the relationship you already had with him. He knew why you were always scared to fall in love with anyone. He knew everything.. everything from your family to your darkest secrets.. the ones which no one knew but him. He didn't want to break the trust you had in him.

The day came and you were going to ask him out. Nervousness spread over your body when you called him to sit next to you as you wanted to talk.

"Hey what happened?~~"

"Uhm.. I wanted to talk to you about something... something serious.."

"Yes yes of course.. tell me what is it?~"

"Mark.. I've held it in for a long time now.. I know you know that I'm scared to fall in love with anyone.. but I guess the world had other plans for me.. I know you don't think of me the same way as I do.. but I've fallen for you Mark.. I've fallen for you--"

Poor Mark was in a state of shock after hearing the words which escaped out from the lips of the person he loved the most. Without wasting any time, he cut her statement by pulling her into a kiss. The first kiss for both of them. Y/n felt butterflies as she felt her lips meet with Mark's soft ones.

"I love you too Hwang Y/n"

A wide smile crept up on Y/n's face as she heard this statement. She got pulled by Mark into a big and comfortable hug. Mark, being so fond of his lover, he placed soft and delicate kisses on her forehead, cheeks, nose, lips and everywhere else on the face. The classmates admired the new couple. Some of them were jealous because now they have no chance with Mark but deep inside they were also happy for the couple.

Thinking about this, Y/n smiled while sitting in the laps of her boyfriend.

"What's with that beautiful smile, Princess?"

Mark asked while playing the guitar, realising that Y/n has still not gone to sleep.

"Nothing.. The song just reminded me of the time I asked you out to be my boyfriend.. Those were some amazing moments from my life."

Mark chuckled at the response and put his guitar aside and placed you delicately on the bed as if you were a fragile article made of glass which would break if not handled carefully. He lays next to you and you feel his not-so-cold hands hugging your thin waist. His hot breath can now be felt on your neck. You turn around to face him, only to be met by his lips on yours. The kiss was soft and pure. It was so innocent. It meant no bad. Until.. the kiss started getting deeper and more heated. His lips captured yours so perfectly as if they were sculpted for each other. Both of your lips moving in rhythm with another.

Mark broke the kiss to catch his breath and gripped tightly on your waist, pulling you closer to his body. You put your hand on his heaving chest, catching your breath. The male starts placing soft but lustful kisses on your milk-like soft skin. Soft moans escape your lips while he creates reddish-purple artworks on your white skin. You were like an empty canvas for him to paint and create whatever he wants on it.

Mark detaches his lips from your skin and admires the marks he left on your skin. He made sure to put his marks where people can see that you were taken. He was possessive over you, but not in a toxic way. He loved you a lot. He never wanted to hurt you. That's maybe one of the reasons he was vanilla mostly but he went rough if u asked him to.

He turns you over and hovers on top of you.

"You want me to put you to sleep like this?~"

"Yes please"

That was it. He had your consent. He starts undressing you. Slowly taking off every piece of clothing which prohibited him from seeing your body. He starts placing delicate kisses on one of your breasts while massaging the other with his hand. He loved your chest.. but what he loved more was the beautiful flower you had hidden below your loin. He moves down placing kisses on your belly, not leaving any inch untouched.

He reached between your inner thighs and started making love marks all over them, slowly reaching near your folds. You could feel his breath on your clitoris. Soft whimpers come out of that mouth because of the stimulation caused. Mark slowly started to kiss your folds and soon licked your clitoris.

He kissed your folds as if they were your lips. When he felt they were wet enough he started to stroke your pussy as if it was his guitar strings. He used his skillful fingers on your folds and clitoris. You could never get used to this. He always played a new rhythm... and that's what made you more sensitive to his touches.

He pumped 2 of his fingers inside you and started to curl them up causing lewd sounds to come out of your lips. He loved them. He loved them so much that they caused him to add in the third finger in your, now clenching, hole.

"You like it, princess?~ You like how I pump my fingers into your needy and wet hole?~"

"Y-yes Mark. I love it"

Mark, smirking, pulls out his fingers as feels that you are going to orgasm resulting in you whining at the feeling of getting edged like this. He takes out a condom from the drawer beside the bed and slips it over his length.

He gets in the position between your legs and looks in your eyes as if asking 'Should I?' and you nod. (Who wouldn't nod if Mark Lee is asking to fuck you.) Mark puts half his length inside. He went in deep. Just the perfect size for your depth. If he would get inside your warm cave fully, he would easily reach your prostate. You could never get used to his size.

After you adjust yourself around his length, he starts moving. Perfectly hitting all the undiscovered spots of your depth.

The room was filled with your moans and Mark's grunts as he thrusts in your hole. You asscheeks were red with the marks and spanks he left on it. It looked red like the watermelons he loved. Thrusting deeper in you, Mark soon started to twitch inside you and you started clenching around him.

"Mark.. im-"

"Cumming? Me too. Just wait for me"

And with that, Mark and you, both, release your load over each other. Mark pulls out and throws the used condom in the dustbin.

"Just lay there baby~ I'll clean you up~"

Too weak to say anything, you nod, getting a smile from him in return.

After cleaning you up, you feel his hands snake around your waist as he snuggles up in your neck.

"Can you sleep now?"

He asked, looking at your tired state.

"Yea"

Mark's smile shows up as he makes you face him and kisses your forehead.

"I love you so m- oh.. you're asleep already"

Mark chuckled after seeing how you fell asleep so fast after the heated session you both had a few minutes ago. He smiled to himself after seeing how innocent you look while sleeping peacefully. Everyone thought you just looked like an angel.. but only Mark knows what's behind that 'innocent face'.

✨SWALLOW YOUR WORDS – l.d.h.✨

© sparklysung – 2021. all rights reserved. no reposts, modifications and/or translations allowed.

pairing – lee donghyuck x female!reader

genre – smut | non-idol!au, enemies to lovers!au

warnings – switch!donghyuck, switch!reader, lap dance, cumming in pants, grinding, dry humping, cum eating, hair pulling (giving and receiving), spanking, mirror sex, protected sex (reader’s on the pill), degradation, dirty talk, bondage (belt), possessiveness (i guess?)

word count – 6.043 words

summary – it only took a couple of words to make the blood boil in your veins and being the competitive individual you are, you had to prove lee donghyuck, your all-time enemy, wrong.

note – not my best, probably could've done better, but oh well. also this was frkng hard to write, damn, and i may have changed things a bit? BUT, i think it's better like this so… hope you enjoy! btw, i got the idea while reading this, so go check it out –it's good–.

taglist – @prvncejxon, @iwishihadabettername

another friday night wasting your time at some random classmate’s party. you were everything but happy to be there. you didn’t even want to go there in the first place, only finding yourself sitting on the kitchen counter, drink in hand and an ugly scowl adorning your face, because of your annoying best friend.

“hey, i get it, you didn’t wanna come here when you could have been peacefully sleeping in the comfort of your room, but come on, at least try to have some fun. you’re already here anyway.” eunbin –aka your annoying best friend– said, pouting her lips in a failed attempt of looking cute.

you kind of felt bad for her, you suppose it wasn’t exactly easy to deal with your lazy ass. but still, she was supposed to love you and appreciate you just the way you were.

and most of the time she did, just not in this specific situation.

“this isn’t fun at all, i just wanna go home. there’s nothing in here for me at all.”

you brought the red plastic cup to your lips, taking a sip of the bitter liquid eunbin had mixed for you. you weren’t lying, there really wasn’t anything that would make you want to stay, only a few friends of yours getting drunk somewhere in the big house you were currently in.

“come on, please, stay for me,” eunbin fake cried, and for a moment you thought she was going to give up and let you go. “in a bit the guys are gonna play something fun! we should join them, please?” as her last resort, she looked at you with puppy eyes. she was playing dirty and she knew it, you both knew you couldn’t resist them.

giving in with an exasperated sigh, you jumped off the counter to get yourself another drink from the bar in the living room. you were minding your own business until you heard him, the last person you wanted to see at the moment.

“so, i’m telling you guys, she was literally begging me to fuck her, she even moaned while sucking me off–,” donghyuck’s obnoxious voice filled your ears, making you roll your eyes. he was surrounded by a couple of other guys you didn’t know so well but were sure you had seen them before around campus hanging out with him.

“shut up already, dongdong, no one wants to hear it.” you interrupted, walking past him and towards the half empty bottle of vodka on the bar counter.

the group of boys stopped abruptly, all of them turning to look at you, ready for the scene that was going to take place in matter of minutes. donghyuck’s attention also turned to you, biting back a triumphant smirk with a raised eyebrow. he could see past you so he didn’t mind the mocking nickname you used; he could tell you were trying to irritate him enough to make him go away. but he wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. he had been eyeing you all night, trying to find ways to get under your skin to catch your attention. and finally, after staying at a safe distance for a while to not spark suspicions, he got what he wanted.

“why so feisty, babe.” the cocky smirk he gave you just made your blood boil, the growing desire to punch it off his pretty face only getting stronger the more you stared at him.

“don’t you get tired of talking shit all day?” you barked, eyes trained on his body while pouring yourself a good amount of alcohol.

you were certainly going to need a lot of liquid courage to get through the night.

“you boast about girls begging for you but i think you’re just trying to hide the fact that you’re the one who has to beg to get laid.”

“i don’t beg, baby.” you rolled your eyes and muttered a ‘sure’. “also, if you’re jealous of me fucking other girls you just had to say it. i wouldn’t be against giving it to you instead.” the stupid wink he threw at you made your body shake in anger, already fed up with the conversation.

“you wish, asshole.”

“actually, i do.”

donghyuck was so fucking annoying, always teasing you and never leaving you alone. your personalities clashed constantly resulting in fights filled with screams and curses, sometimes to the extent of interrupting the class and getting the two of you kicked out of it. he enjoyed watching you struggle and suffer due to his awful pranks, so you were his favorite target. you couldn’t even have a proper date with anyone because he made sure to mess it up either by scaring the crap out of the guy or sabotaging your plans. he almost completely ruined your love life and cockblocked you forever.

you did not get along and everyone knew it.

although eunbin thought it was pure sexual tension and you just needed to get your frustrations off of you with a good fuck.

it wasn’t though.

or was it?

“let’s go hang out with the guys,” your best friend nudged your arm excitedly and you sighed, not feeling like playing anything with them. every time you decided to give in and take part in ‘something fun’ with the guys, it always ended up with you either in trouble or scarred for life.

you had a bad feeling about this all.

“ugh, fine.” she cheered and pulled you through the crowd of drunk people until you reached the basement.

the sound of laughter and screams drowned the music blasting upstairs, there were empty bottles of alcohol sprawled all over the floor and tables and a circle of people in the middle of the room. both of you joined the group with you sitting between eunbin and mark, a close friend of yours that you sadly shared with donghyuck. while you casually chatted and played around with the boy, happily laughing the night away, you could feel a pair of eyes burn holes into your skull. you didn’t have to look up to know who those eyes belonged to, as said person wasn’t even trying to dissimulate.

and by said person you meant donghyuck.

donghyuck hated the way you leaned on mark’s body, how you let his friend rest his head on top of yours and wrap his arm around your waist.

he was jealous, really jealous of your close friendship with the older boy.

mark and you had been friends for a long time now and you could even consider him your best friend, so you were comfortable around each other. you usually hugged, held hands and cuddled, he was used to you wearing his clothes –half of your closet were stolen hoodies that once belonged to him–, he even had a spare change of clothes in his room just in case you decided to drop by for an improvised sleepover. so it wasn’t surprising when sometimes when the two of you hung out on your own, people –even your friends in common– mistook you as a couple.

and the idea of you two dating made donghyuck feel sick to the stomach.

“we’re playing truth or dare, who wants to start?” seoyeon, one of your friends, spoke while looking around for someone to volunteer.

“i’ll go.” lucas raised his hand and everyone nodded, not minding.

the game went smoothly for a while and eventually, the more alcohol everybody drank, the crazier things got. mark ended up getting dared to lick whipped cream off of yuta’s chest and xiaojun had to cross-dress and dance on a table. everything was fine, you hadn’t been picked by anyone yet so you were pretty much having fun just enjoying the show.

until someone called your name.

“y/n, truth or dare?” jaehyun asked with a smirk.

he had an evil glint on his eyes making you feel suspicious. you knew you couldn’t choose truth or else everyone would make fun of you for being a pussy. and jaehyun just knew you well enough to know you weren’t going to let that happen.

you weren’t one to back down.

still, the way he stared at you made an uneasy feeling settle in your stomach.

what could he possibly have in mind?

“dare.”

seems like your gut feeling was right after all.

“give hyuck a lap dance,” jaehyun said immediately after the words left you mouth, making everyone in the room shake, some in excitement and some –you– in anger. donghyuck wasn’t expecting to take part in the dare, but he really wasn’t complaining either. “thank me later babe,” his shit-eating grin only adding fuel to the fire.

fuck.

just as eunbin, donghyuck could sense the sexual tension. and unlike you, he acknowledged it.

but for him it wasn’t just that.

you two had known each other –or at least acknowledged each other's existence– for a few years now, since high school. he was forced to see you almost every day at school, so, naturally, fondness for you started growing slowly in his chest. but it wasn’t until you both left for college that your ‘enemies’ label was established.

and if someone thought he may possibly like you, they were damn right.

he did.

it all started during freshman year, when he tried to befriend you during one of the classes you shared. you seemed irritated by his advances and wanted him away from you, so after a few attempts of softening your heart, he resolved that the only way to stay close to you was annoying the hell out of you.

childish? yeah. he cared? not really.

“come here, babe.” donghyuck tongued the inside of his cheek, a smirk forming on his lips. as he saw the grim look on your face, he sprawled his legs, patting his toned thigh invitingly, eager to get things started.

the look jaehyun gave you had ‘you’re not backing down, are you?’ written all over.

“shit, i hate jaehyun, why did he have to do me dirty like that?” you mumbled angrily to eunbin and she just laughed, finding the situation way funnier than you.

“maybe tonight won’t be as boring as you thought? maybe you’ll end up getting laid.” she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively and you only scoffed, “shut up, dumbass.”

“why did you have to do me like that, huh?!” you almost screamed at the older, taking a mental note to beat him up later. he just shrugged and threw you a wink, “asshole.”

mark patted your back to help you relax, he could see you weren’t exactly happy about your dare.

“come on, which song would you like, my lady?” lucas asked, scrolling through his spotify for suiting songs.

“or nah!” yangyang answered before you could even open your mouth. just as you were about to ask for a less sexual song, cheering erupted through the room.

everyone was pumped, adrenaline running through their veins and pushing them to do stupid stuff they would probably regret the next day after waking up hungover. and things just took a rather interesting turn, so they obviously were excitedly awaiting the next series of events.

yay, more stupid memories to regret later.

on the other hand, donghyuck was as doomed as you. he knew the song well, he knew the lyrics by heart but what he didn’t know was if he could control himself with you basically dry humping him in front of a bunch of people to the rhythm of it.

he wasn’t sure it was a great idea.

as soon as you got up to complete the dare, you heard cheering and clapping. and you weren’t going to lie, you wanted to throw yourself out of a window.

breathing deeply in an attempt of relaxing to just get it over with, you made your way towards donghyuck until you were standing a few feet in front of him.

as the music started playing, you started moving. running your finger on the surface of his clothed shoulder, you walked slowly around him, like a predator circling its prey. he tried not to follow your movements, already getting anxious by your closeness and nervously waiting for your next move.

i’ma smoke this joint then i’ma break you off.

i’d be lying if i said you ain’t the one.

you pushed his legs open and settled between them. your hands rubbed his thighs teasingly, fingers drawing closer to his crotch but not quite getting there. you took your sweet time feeling him up, softly scratching his strong arms and leaving red trails behind. donghyuck was so into it, enjoying the sight of you kneeling before him so much that his pants were already starting to feel tight.

heard you not the type that you take home to mom.

is we fuckin’ when we leave the club or nah?

i ain’t spendin’ cash for nothin’ i wanna see you take it off.

and oh how he wanted to see you take it off. all night he couldn’t take his eyes off of your figure, you looked really good in the outfit eunbin had chosen for you.

so good it was almost making him drool.

you sat on his lap, hands going to caress his toned chest and stomach. it was well-known that donghyuck exercised frequently, but it still surprised you. he felt so good you had to bite your lip to prevent a sound from coming out.

when you shifted to sit closer to him, his hands flew to your hips and you could tell his intention was to move them lower to grope your ass, but you weren’t having it.

do you like the way i flick my tongue or nah?

you can ride my face until you’re drippin’ cum.

“if you try to touch me again, i’ll tie you up,” you said with a sweet smile plastered on your face, grabbing him by the wrists and harshly dropping them away from you. donghyuck let out a startled gasp at that, obviously not expecting your attitude. with his hands twitching to grasp anything, he went to grip tightly the sides of the chair.

can you lick the tip then throat the dick or nah?

can you let me stretch that pussy out or nah?

your hips ground against his crotch at such a slow pace that donghyuck was having trouble not pushing you down on him faster. he was getting embarrassingly hornier as seconds passed and wanted nothing more than to fuck you right then and there, even with his friends’ eyes on you both.

donghyuck tried so hard to restrain himself from touching you. he wasn’t one to follow orders, but he tried just for you, he really did.

i’m not the type to call you back tomorrow.

but the way you wrappin’ ‘round me is a prob.

and everything was fine until you kissed him. synchronized gasps filled the room, the sudden show of affection confusing everybody. not even your intoxicated self could understand what the hell were you doing nor who you were doing it with. his breath got stuck in his throat, heart thumping against his chest at an alarming rate. his hands almost tried to bring you closer, but he realized what he was doing on time to stop himself.

he finally broke down when your mouth sucked on his tongue, making his hips grind up against yours unconsciously as his hands grabbed you by your waist, pressing your body flush against his.

that was it.

“you asked for it,” your movements came to a stop as you took off your black leather belt, sticking to your threat of tying him up if he didn’t quit it.

pussy so good, i had to save that shit for later.

took her to the kitchen, fucked her right there on the table.

“oh shit,” donghyuck stirred under you trying to get out of the situation.

this couldn’t be happening.

“no, please,” he whimpered as you fastened the belt until it was wrapped tightly around his wrists, locking his arms behind his back. your audience was unable to hold in their surprise, some mouths falling open. he fought against the restraints to no avail, desperate to free himself, “please, let me go,” he cried out quietly, not wanting the other occupants in the room to hear him.

“stop complaining or else i’ll also gag you,” you spat harshly in his ear, done with his attitude, and he swallowed hard. as you nibbled on his lobe, you felt a strong sense of confidence. it made your chest swell in pride to see the usual big mouth jerk with a smug grin constantly attached to his face falling apart under your touch.

seems like he was the one to beg, after all.

you moved your hips to the rhythm of the music, making sure to press harder against the sensitive tip of his cock, which was already leaking precum. although you weren’t an expert, you’d given a fair share of lap dances, so you knew what you were doing.

and donghyuck could certainly tell.

don’t play with a boss, girl take it off.

take it for a real one.

you gon’ get it all.

“whose bitch are you now, huh?” donghyuck couldn’t speak properly, way too hot and bothered for his brain to come up with any smart-ass response.

you tsked disapprovingly at his lack of response.

“when i ask you a question, you answer.” your fingers tangled in his hair and with a harsh tug you forced him to look up. donghyuck was dazed, lips swollen from you biting on them, eyes glassy from arousal, and mind clouded with lust.

“yours.” he whimpered quietly, forgetting momentarily about your audience.

“good boy.”

you loved how easy it was for you to break him and leave him wanting more, to have him so putty in your hands. specially since hearing comments of other female classmates about donghyuck teasing them almost till the brim of tears was part of your day-to-day life. it felt like you were getting revenge for all of them, so you were enjoying it a lot more than anyone could imagine.

your plump lips trailed down the length of his neck, leaving wet kisses along his honey-like skin, and he threw his head back to give you more access. as you licked, sucked and bit the flesh, donghyuck could hear his heartbeat loud over the music. he usually wouldn’t let a girl suck hickeys on his skin, but the idea of you marking him while everyone watched was rather exciting.

he swore the seconds passed slower than usual. you were just halfway through the song but he didn’t know if he could survive any longer.

donghyuck felt light-headed and painfully aroused, and he wasn’t going to last long if you kept kissing him and moving your hips the way you were.

“i’ma go as far as you let me,” your movements became slower to tease him, making the poor boy want to cry in agony. his jeans felt way too tight to be comfortable and he hoped everyone could just leave you two alone to take it off.

“shit, please,” donghyuck’s eyes closed, head falling forward and hanging low as drops of sweat slid down his forehead. the room felt like an oven and he didn’t know if it was a result of the significant amount of people in such a small space, the alcohol, his choice of clothing or your body pressed closely against his.

probably the latter.

girl, is you sucking me or fucking me or nah?

can i bring another bitch? let’s have a threesome.

“keep saying you’re a freak, you gon’ prove it or nah?” you quietly sang along, pulling his face closer by his hair and grinding down on him harder.

donghyuck was going crazy, he had never expected you to be so sexy, to behave so dirtily. but he loved it, and by the prominent tent in his pants, everybody could tell he was in for the ride of his life.

you’s a ride-or-die chick, you with this shit or nah?

say you not a side bitch, you all-in or nah?

you gon’ make them eggs cheesy with them grits or nah?

you brought him in for a hot kiss that left his head spinning.

donghyuck was growing restless as his climax neared, he was so close he could almost taste it. he couldn’t remember when the last time he got so close to cumming only from some teasing was.

everything was happening so quickly he wasn’t able to stop himself before giving in to the pleasure.

“h-holy fuck,” with a shaky moan that you swallowed, donghyuck shot his load, staining the crotch of his dark jeans. you could feel the wetness seeping through the piece of clothing and dampening your bottoms. his hips gave a few more sloppy thrusts, legs shaking weakly and cock twitching from the confines of his jeans, before falling limp on the chair.

or nah.

as the song ended, he came down from his high. you freed him from the iron grip of your belt, the skin on his wrists was red and slightly swollen. you may have tightened it too much in the heat of the moment, but you weren’t apologizing after giving him probably the best orgasm of his life.

the bewildered expression on his face quickly turned grim as it hit him.

he came in his pants like a fucking teenager.

in a room full of people.

in front of his friends, yours and you.

his friends stood there, both confused and surprised to see donghyuck so affected by your touch. nobody had expected things to end the way they did.

“damn, are you okay my man?” johnny asked, laughing at his friend’s flustered state.

“shut up,” donghyuck answered bitterly. he shot up from his seat, grabbing your hand and shoving you inside the nearest bathroom in the house. he didn’t even care to cover the wet spot on his pants, walking with his chin up and a scowl plastered on his face.

and blame it on how riled up you had gotten from the feeling of his hard dick pressing against your needy pussy, but damn, he looked good.

“i wanna go next!” hendery spoke excitedly. you couldn’t tell if he was just messing with you or if he actually wanted you to give him a lap dance too. either way, it made your lips turn upwards in a smug grin.

once you both made it to the bathroom, he locked the door before pushing you against it, back pressed flush into the hard piece of wood. the ambience took a 180 turn, your confidence faltered slightly at the sight of his angry form.

“you think it’s funny, yeah?” he hummed angrily in your ear. “you think i’d let you do whatever you want and embarrass me in front of my friends just because you feel like it without payback?” the look on his eyes getting darker as the words left his mouth.

“if so, oh baby, you were so wrong.”

trying to test him, you decided to answer.

“you’re all bark and no bite, what else am i supposed to think?” you smirked devilishly when you saw him clench his jaw.

“you’re gonna regret being a brat,” his slender fingers wrapped themselves around your waist and with a harsh tug, he pulled you closer to attack your lips, biting and sucking on them, making your legs wobbly. he tasted sweet and bitter at the same time, probably from the liquor he had been drinking all night, and you couldn’t seem to get enough. his lips were soft and plush as they mingled with yours, teeth roughly clashing and tongues fighting for dominance, “am i?”

donghyuck hissed through his teeth as he unbuckled his pants, letting his cum-covered shaft spring free. he was already hard and you unconsciously rubbed your thighs together to ease some of the tension building up between them. his hand shot to your throat, tightening his grip until you couldn’t breathe properly, before forcing you on your knees.

donghyuck tapped his hard and heavy cock on your lips a couple of times before speaking. “open up, slut,” and you did as you were told, parting your lips and poking your tongue out, waiting for him to slide in.

but he didn’t.

he wanted you to lick him clean, he wanted to see you do as he said, follow his orders like a good girl without complaints.

“clean the mess you’ve done. now.”

the harsh tone of his voice sent a wave of arousal straight to your core. your hands immediately shot up to grab a hold of his length, but before you got too close he stopped you. confusion was written all over your face and for a moment you worried he had changed his mind.

“no hands, i want you to work on it only with that dirty mouth of yours.”

with your hands gripping onto his thighs, your tongue swiped from the base to the head of his cock, eagerly licking him clean. once you had swallowed every drop of his cum, your mouth took him whole, hollowing your cheeks, one hand massaging his balls. donghyuck threw his head back as yours bobbed at a rapid pace, the tip of his cock reaching the back of your throat as you swallowed around him.

when he was about to cum, he pulled away from your mouth, making you whine at the loss. wrapping his hand once again around your throat like a beautiful necklace, he forced you up on your feet. he turned you around before pulling you closer by a rough tug. your clothed ass pressed against his dick, a mixture of his arousal and your saliva wetting the cloth. your hips ground back to both tease him, desperate to feel something, anything. his hands went to the front of your jeans, rubbing his fingers over your clothed clit and a whimper fell from your lips.

“more, i need more,” you pleaded, the barrier of clothes making the feeling less pleasurable.

he surprisingly complied without resistance, dipping the digits under the restricting cloth. a deep groan vibrated against the side of your neck when he felt the wetness that had been gathering inside your panties since your dare.

“look at you, so damn wet,” his mouth watered at the feeling of your needy heat. at this point, donghyuck knew everyone had an idea of what you two could possibly be doing, and although he would enjoy returning the favour by eating you out to his heart’s content, there wasn’t enough space nor time to do so comfortably. but he swore he would make it up to you some time.

“for who is it, baby?” the answer was obvious, but still, he wanted to hear it directly from you. he inserted one long finger until it was knuckles deep inside of you and you let out a squeak, head falling back onto his shoulder.

“for you donghyuck, all for you.”

“that’s right, slut, only i can make you that wet, only i can touch you like this. you’re mine, don’t forget that,” he inserted a second finger and pumped them deeply into you.

“yes,” you breathed out softly, too far gone to fight back with a snarky remark.

although his fingers felt good and you could possibly –with a bit of an effort– cum just from them, you still wanted more. you wanted to feel the nice stretch of his cock tearing your walls apart.

“please, donghyuck.”

“what do you want?”

donghyuck knew what you wanted. fuck, he wanted it too, so bad. he had been waiting for an opportunity like this for a long time and now that he could finally have it, he was going to make the best out of it.

“fuck me,” your core ached to be filled so you swallowed your pride and spoke out.

“condom?”

“we don’t need it, i’m on the pill,” you rushed, stomach twisting and turning in excitement, “please, just fuck me.”

donghyuck’s eyes turned darker, lust clouding both of your minds with the only desire to fuck each other stupid. he pulled down your jeans so they were pooling on your ankles and went back to pump his fingers inside you to make sure you were ready to take him. as he entered you, you had to lean on the sink in front of you to hold yourself up or else you would have faceplanted the mirror.

“you feel so good, fuck, so fucking tight,” donghyuck growled when he was balls deep in you.

whimpers fell from your lips from the delicious stretch of his thick cock. after a few seconds of you adjusting to his size, you backed your ass into his hips to let him know you wanted him to move. he gave a couple of thrusts to test the waters before picking up his pace and you gripped the sides of the sink as he pounded into you. his mouth worked on your neck while you brought one of his hands under your shirt to play with your breasts.

“such a pretty sight, don’t you think?” he tugged harshly at your hair to force you to look at your reflection on the mirror, thrusts never faltering.

your makeup was ruined; lipstick smeared messily all over your lips from the hot make-out session, neck full of bruises donghyuck left to claim you, shirt pulled above your breasts displaying your puckered nipples while one of his big hands grabbed your boob as they bounced with every hard snap of his hips.

“you have no idea how many times i had to control myself not to pounce on you,” his eyes never left your quivering reflection, completely in love with the way your frame molded with his, “every single time you couldn’t keep that pretty little mouth of yours closed and all i wanted to do was shut you up with my cock.”

“f-fuck,” his thrusts turned rougher as his free hand wrapped around your neck, tightening his grip and amplifying the mind-blowing sensations he was giving you.

your asscheeks slapped against his hips, which drilled against you at an unhuman pace, hitting the right spots with every snap and making your eyes roll to the back of your head. you couldn’t keep your mouth shut, loud moans threatening to fall from your lips so you slapped your palm over your mouth to muffle your sounds.

“don’t, i want to hear you,” he gave a particularly hard thrust to try and draw a sound out of you, “i want you to be so loud that all of our friends know what we’re doing, i want them to know how good i’m making you feel.”

specially mark.

but he wasn’t going to tell you that.

“h-hyuck,” you couldn’t hold back the broken moan that fell from your lips, pleasure overtaking your body. your hands gave in and you almost fell forward, but donghyuck reacted sooner and pulled you by your hair, holding you up.

“address me properly, brat,” he growled in your ear. you felt a hard slap on your ass, the skin of the abused area stinging from the impact.

“i’m sorry… fuck, donghyuck,” your cries went straight to his dick, urging him to fuck you harder. he kneaded the flesh soothingly before spanking it again and again until you could make out the imprint of his big hand on your asscheek.

“f-faster, please,” you pleaded in a whine and he tsked, shaking his head, “such a greedy little slut.”

“what would everyone think of you if they could see you so eagerly taking my cock, mm?” donghyuck hummed, “begging for me to fuck you until you can’t walk properly?

shocks of pleasure shot through you, his dirty talk helping you reach your release faster than you anticipated. his grip on you was so tight you were sure you were going to be sore the next day. your moans turned pornographic as you neared your release, your walls squeezed around donghyuck to the point he was unable to move, so he started drawing circles over your sensitive clit to help you get off.

“let go, baby.”

and soon, his touch threw you over the edge, causing your body to shake and a broken moan to fall from your lips, legs weak as your whole weight only relied on your arms for support. he followed shortly after, grunting as he filled you up with his warm and sticky essence.

as he pulled out, a mixture of your slick juices and his seed leaked from your abused hole, dripping down your inner thighs. his fingers slid over to gather the drops of cum and opposite to your assumption, he didn’t push it back inside of you but brought the digits to your face, waiting for you to open your mouth.

“suck.”

and you did, eyes locked with his through the mirror as your tongue swirled around his fingers to lick them clean.

“fuck,” donghyuck sighed, “i didn’t know you were so dirty, sweetheart.”

and the teasing comes back.

“do you want me to remind you how i made you cum in your pants back there in a room full of people?” you rolled your eyes in disbelief and he just let out a breathy laugh.

“whatever. either way, even if they didn’t have the pleasure of fucking you or at least seeing you get fucked, they surely could hear you from how loud you were screaming my name.”

“good thing mark now knows who you belong to,” the words slipped out of his mouth before he could think and both of you shared a look of pure shock.

“did you just mention mark?”

“…no?”

“you did! what the fuck? were you jealous of mark?” you asked, eyes wide as you remembered the disgusted look on his face when you and mark got too touchy with each other during the game.

“i am jealous of mark.”

“what? why?”

“oh my god, you’re so dense.”

“shut up, i’m not.”

“yes, you are. i like you dumbass, that’s fucking why. why wouldn’t i be jealous if you two act like you’re dating but always deny it when questioned? i can give you my hoodies, i can cuddle you and hold your hand, i can spoil you with cute stuff. i can be your boyfriend, it doesn’t have to be him.”

everything was so weird.

you were supposed to be enemies for fucks sake.

but he looked cute with pouty lips.

“well, you sure have got a damn weird way of demonstrating it.”

“shut up, okay?” donghyuck snapped, done with trying to get you to shut the fuck up. “i just didn’t know how to approach you or talk to you at all, alright?” he sighed, a scowl forming on his face. “you always seem to be angry when i’m around.” the change in his voice shocked you, it was much softer now, as if he was afraid of you hearing it.

“hey, don’t beat yourself for it, alright?” you sighed, feeling bad for being so mean to him for no reason. because you really didn’t have a reason. whenever you weren’t at each other’s throats and you got time to observe him from afar, you saw how caring he was with his friends, even if most of the time he annoyed the crap out of them.

donghyuck actually seemed like a good guy… if you ignored his teasing.

maybe you didn’t hate him as much as you thought.

“so, would you be my-,”

suddenly, the sound of banging on the door resonated through the room.

“are you done already? i need to pee.”

you quickly fixed your clothes, embarrassed by the presence of someone outside the door waiting for you and donghyuck to get out and momentarily forgetting about the boy’s proposal. just as you were about to open the door and get yourself the fuck out of the situation, his arms wrapped around your waist to pull you closer and whisper to your ear in a way you could feel your panties get damp once again.

“we’re not done yet, princess.”

–lia:)

✨INTERRUPTIONS – m.l.✨

© sparklysung – 2021. all rights reserved. no reposts, modifications and/or translations allowed.

pairing – mark lee x female!reader

genre – smut⎜non-idol!au, university!au

warnings – phone sex, dirty talk, masturbation, fingering, the reader has a thing for mark’s voice (and by ‘the reader’ i mean me, i have a thing for mark’s voice), pwp i guess

word count – 4.066 words

summary – with midterms approaching, you had little to no time to take care of your needs. that’s why when the perfect opportunity to have some alone time showed up, you couldn’t let it go to waste. unfortunately, or more like fortunately, some unexpected interruptions changed the way things turned out.

note – so, i’m back from the dead lol. i haven’t been posting so frequently since i got sick, and then when i thought i’d have time to write, i got into my dream school. basically i’m really busy atm, i mean, i’m moving countries in a couple of months and i’m gonna be far away from my family, living alone for the first time in my whole life. so yeah, i’m sorry for that. once things go back to normal, i’ll be able to spend more time writing and go back to posting more often. anyways, i’m sorry if this is trash, but hope you guys like it :’) enjoy!

taglist – @prvncejxon, @iwishihadabettername​

fucking finally, you thought as you stepped a foot inside your dorm.

stumbling over your own feet, you almost banged your head against the foot lamp that stood at the side of the couch on your way to your room. slamming your door closed before locking it, you discarded the uncomfortable clothes you had been wearing throughout the day as fast as you could, letting them pool on the floor by your desk. once you had gotten rid of them, you threw yourself on your bed, sighing in contentment. you didn’t even bother to look for your favorite vibrator, hands flying south to cup your throbbing core as soon as your back hit the mattress, too horny to lose time.

you were finally in the confinement of your room, alone, after an exhausting day full of boring classes.

for no reason, you were extremely sexually frustrated, and it had been building up for a couple of weeks now. actually, there was a reason; finals were just around the corner and some of your professors had decided not to take exams, like they normally would, and instead, they had forced you to spend most of your sacred free time working on papers and projects, not to mention the amount of homework piling up on your desk.

lately, you didn’t even have time to breath. and soon, the little to no human interaction had become so overwhelming you were horny most of the time.

luckily, you had managed to finish most of your pending work, so you could finally have some me time. since there were a few hours left before your roommate came back from her last class of the day, you basically had the whole dorm to yourself. thanks to that, you could take as much time as you needed, be as loud as you wished and not even feel sorry about it. whatever it took you to release some of the pent up stress.

and you were going to make sure to squeeze the most out of it, who knew when would be the next time an opportunity like this presented itself to you on a silver plate?

you sucked on your fingers, although you wished it was something else instead, to lubricate them before bringing them to slide between your folds, softly massaging while spreading your arousal. goosebumps rose on your skin, a shiver running down your spine in excitement as a first moan of more to come fell from your wet lips.

now that you had what you needed so desperately, you weren’t stopping anytime soon.

or that’s what you thought.

the sound of your ringtone made you freeze, startling you and forcing you to pull away from your pulsating core.

who the hell was calling you now of all times? you didn’t even have that many friends.

feeling annoyed and slightly confused, you carelessly wiped your fingers clean on the bed sheets before reaching for your phone. you were planning on doing your laundry later, anyway.

your mouth fell open in surprise when your eyes scanned over the caller id popping in your screen.

mark lee.

your… friend? classmate? acquaintance? you didn’t know for sure. you weren’t close at all. you didn’t frequent the same group of people and the few occasions you happened to interact were small talk when you bumped into each other in between classes or around campus at lunch time.

but even if your relationship didn’t have a label just yet, you couldn’t say you weren’t intrigued by the sweet boy with round glasses and contagious laugh.

mark was beautiful, to say the least; sharp jawline, flawless milk-like skin, soft pink lips, fluffy mop of blue hair, and big, soft eyes that had a spark on them that reminded you of the night sky filled with stars. you would die to boop the tip of his nose if it wasn’t for his hot body.

oh boy, that goddamn body of his. you had been blessed by the sight of his sculpted body one day you accidentally stumbled into him and his friends playing basketball, shirtless. you had to stop yourself from drooling over his abs, broad back and toned arms glistening with sweat.

but don’t let that fool you, he was a child of god, always so pristin and innocent. you could even describe him as awkwardly social and a clumsy mess. but all around pretty fun to hang out with. that creative mind of his never failed to make everyone around him laugh til the brim of tears. a cute dork, really.

his duality was really something.

what a man.

coming back from your daydream, you managed to react before you missed the call, swiping your finger over the screen to answer before holding the phone between your shoulder and ear.

“y/n?” the first thing you heard was mark's hesitant voice. was it okay for him to call you just like that? he hoped he wasn’t bothering you, that would be awkward.

you tried to calm down your breathing before answering, not wanting to make things weird for him and pretending nothing happened.

“hello?”

“sorry for calling you out of nowhere, you must be very busy,” he muttered with an awkward laugh.

cute.

“it’s fine, i wasn’t,” you lied, eyes trailing down your naked body and setting on your glistening pussy, “what do you need?”

lying wasn’t your thing. you tried to avoid it as much as possible since it was against your principles, but you didn’t want him to feel bad for interrupting your precious time of self love. after all, how was he supposed to know?

“oh, i just wanted to ask you if you had already started working on that physics paper mr. bae gave us yesterday. i was trying to solve a few problems in advance so i wouldn’t end up last minute stealing someone else’s answers, but i can’t get past the first one.”

although the semester had just started a few weeks ago, he was already failing physics. numbers weren’t his cup of tea, and mr. bae explained the topics too fast for mark’s brain to process such a big amount of information. he was in desperate need of help and since you were always so nice to him, he thought it would be a good idea to ask you.

as mark explained the reason behind his sudden call, you couldn’t help but let your fingers start moving once again, working on your clit at a slow rhythm so as to not make too much noise. you were dying to speed up your movements, but the fear of getting caught by your sweet classmate was too intense for you to even consider it.

your high was building up at a painfully slow, almost torturous rate. you wanted nothing but to moan out loud and fuck yourself faster, shoving your digits in and out, as deep as they could go. you wanted nothing more than to cum around them and keep playing with your clit until you couldn’t bear the overstimulation anymore.

“no, i haven’t yet.”

“uh, i thought you might know how to solve them, y’know? since you’re one of the smartest people i know,” he paused, cringing and he cursed himself for talking too much. “when you check them out, can you, maybe, let me know?”

“why don’t you read the problem you’re struggling with for me, hm?” you offered, a little too breathy to go unnoticed, but even if he did, he didn’t say anything.

“ah, okay! just let me go get my-, ouch, fuck,” he had to bit his fist to muffle a scream in pain. you were making him so nervous he stabbed his pinky toe on the edge of his bed.

“are you alright?” you giggled, finding his clumsiness endearing and momentarily distracting you from the aching between your legs.

“i’m fine! give me a second…” you heard shuffling coming from the other end of the phone, which you took advantage of by slipping your fingers back inside, your warm walls hugging them tightly, before he came back, paper in hand and ready to go. “i’m back. so, the question is… calculate the mass defect and the binding energy per nucleon of the 92u, if the atomic mass is 298.050783 u.”

“what is it that you don’t get, mark?” you asked sweetly, and he had to wipe his sweaty palms in his pants, hands running up and down his thighs to calm himself down.

“how am i supposed to solve that if i don’t have enough information to use the formula?”

“actually, if you pay close attention, you’ll notice you do.”

“huh?” you laughed at his cluelessness and his cheeks burned from embarrassment.

“so, the value of the mass of the proton and the value of the mass of the neutron are constant, they never change,” he let out a string of ‘oh’s to show his understanding, making you smile.

he was really cute.

“do you happen to have your theory book?”

“uh, yeah.”

“you can check the actual values in the book,” you pointed out, hearing the sound of pages flipping in response. “once you find the mass defect, you can easily find the binding energy per nucleon,” you explained. “do you understand now?”

“yeah, i think i do.”

knowing he was understanding everything so fast was such a relief, that meant the call would be over sooner than you had expected. your tummy fluttered in excitement, you were more than eager to finish going through the long list of problems waiting to be solved so you could get back to your business.

“let’s get to the next problem, then.”

“wait, let me try it out.”

you hummed to let him know you were okay with it, hoping he wasn’t going to take too much time. taking the phone tucked between your ear and shoulder to press the mute button, you threw it next to you on the mattress.

feeling confident since he wouldn’t be able to hear you, you allowed your fingers to slip inside your tight, needy hole. your hips jerked into your touch, lifting off the bed with a breathy whimper. although at first mark thought it was all in his head, he soon decided it was, indeed, quite real when his body reacted to the sound on his own, cock jumping from the inside of his pants. he had to physically stop himself from groaning, teeth sinking into the skin of his lip with such force he faintly tasted something coppery.

your needy mewls and whines had his mind turning foggy, and the paper in front of him was quickly the last thing in his list of priorities. questions flooded his head, adding to the distractions. did you know he could hear you? if not, should he let you know? were you doing this to tease him? he wanted to ask so badly, but what if you got angry?

trying his best to focus on the task in hand, he scribbled down on an old piece of paper, repeatedly glancing at his book to make sure he was using the right values and in the correct order. your soft moans never stopped and it was making things harder for mark, in both aspects, since his attention kept going back to you, but he managed to push through. after some time of trying to successfully solve the problem, mark finally got a plausible result.

oblivious to mark’s struggle, you closed your eyes in bliss, feeling your high get closer with each pinch of your clit. one of your hands found its way to your breasts, rolling your left nipple between your fingers. you felt so good you almost forgot he was still on the phone with you.

he couldn’t take it any longer, he needed to know. his dick felt like it would explode if he didn’t do something, whatever, to relieve himself. any kind of friction, even if subtle, was well welcomed.

“hey, are you okay?” mark managed to ask, breathing deeply and eyes squeezing shut as his heart pumped furiously against his rib cage.

your eyes darted to your phone, and your worst fears suddenly became very real.

shit.

all the time you had been moaning so freely while he silently tried to solve the problem, mark had been able to hear you. your eyes widened in panic and your cheeks felt warm from embarrassment.

the call had been unmuted the whole time and mark had heard you, loud and clear.

you were sure you had muted the call, you clearly remembered pressing the button a few minutes earlier or else you wouldn’t have let yourself be so loud. how could you have been so careless?

“i-i’m fine, mark. don’t worry,” you struggled to speak, voice wavering.

you prayed he would just brush it off and pretend like nothing happened, like he didn’t just hear you masturbating.

but how could he?

“y-y/n,” he gulped hard. he had to know, he was dying to know what was causing such pretty noises to come out of your mouth, “w-what were you doing before i interrupted you?”

“do you… do you want me to be honest with you?” you spoke quietly.

“please.”

“i was touching myself, mark. i was masturbating.”

silence.

utter and complete silence. that’s what followed your lewd confession. and for a moment you feared he had hung up because of the lack of response. but he hadn’t. he was just speechless, shocked by your crude words; you had punched the air out of his chest and his brain felt too heavy for him to form any kind of coherent sentence.

they were all it took for mark to completely forget about mr. bae, the physics paper and his not-so-good grades.

you were so distracting. but in the best way possible, of course.

excitement rushed south to his dick, and mark felt himself harden in his slacks. he did what you had done minutes ago, turning the call on speaker to have both of his hands available. he ran his fingers through his hair, pulling softly at his blue locks, and his tongue over his bottom lip, wetting it.

“f-fuck, i wish i was there with you. you have no idea how many times i’ve thought of you calling out my name as you touch yourself.”

you gasped loudly, his words taking you by surprise. and when a strangled moan left his lips as he palmed the bulge forming in his pants, you could only whimper in response.

“m-mark,” he hummed, “keep talking, please,” you pleaded in a moan, desperately wanting to keep hearing mark’s deep and soothing voice. the same voice that didn’t need to say anything dirty to leave you with an uncomfortable wetness in your panties.

because, of course, this wasn’t the first time you were thirsting over the boy.

mark was your biggest and most recurrent sexual frustration.

and the little shit knew it.

he wasn’t oblivious to the look in your eyes, dark and hooded, when you stared at him from afar. the way you bit your lip and scratched your thigh to take your mind off of the unholy thoughts that swam in your head as you looked at his mouth while he spoke.

he liked knowing you felt at least physically attracted to him.

“you like that? you like the way i’m talking to you?” you heard him coo mockingly at you and you moaned, running your fingers over your clit in a circling motion.

his voice fell a few octaves, turning husky, and the shudder that ran down your spine forced you to press your thighs together, trapping your hand in between. but even with the restriction of your legs, your fingers never faltered to work on your craving pussy, plunging in and slipping out before sliding back in.

“so you do have a thing for my voice,” mark chuckled lowly, a smug smirk growing on his face and you heard him mutter ‘kinky’. he was getting bolder by the minute and you couldn’t deny it was affecting you more than you would like. “i never thought i’d turn you on while reading some physics problem,” you whined in protest, wanting to bury yourself underground as your cheeks burned in shame.

you didn’t sign up for this humiliation.

“y’know, i’d eat you out so good, make you cum on my tongue until you can’t take it anymore,” mark continued, trying to get you riled up. and it was working pretty well. “would you like that?”

“yes, yes,” you choked out, core throbbing at his words. “please, mark, i want it.”

your breathy voice plus the wet squelching sound in the background painted a picture that had mark quickly tugging down his pants to let his fingers wrap around the base of his hard cock. his eyes closed, letting his mind imagine it was you touching him instead of his own hand. but it wasn’t you, and he had to pinch his nipple to shake off his disappointment.

“yeah? tell me how much you want it,” he hissed, sliding his fist up and down, squeezing whenever he reached his sensitive tip.

“so much, mark, i need it so much,” you moaned, “i need you so much, please.”

mark sloppily stroked himself, too busy thinking about his next words to touch himself properly. he was enjoying a little too much how fucked out he got you with only some dirty talk.

“do you know how badly i want to fuck you right know? fuck, baby, i’ve wanted to see you cum with my cock stuffed deep inside you since we first meet.”

“w-what?” a startled moan left your mouth, legs shaking and knees feeling weak. your back arched off the bed and your eyes rolled to the back of your head, moving your hands to play with your leaking pussy and roam over your body. “why didn’t you say anything?” your voice turned high pitched and he yelped.

to think innocent mark lee wasn’t as innocent as you had imagined had your body heating up.

despite being a pretty decent student, you frequently found yourself drifting off during class. especially with the lack of affection and how touch-deprived you were, your mind ended up wandering places your professor would be horrified to see if he was able to take a look inside your head. endless scenarios of mark ramming into you, pounding you so roughly from behind that it felt like he was rearranging your insides with his cock. the purple love bites he would leave along your neck as his hands roamed your body, feeling every curve and expanse of skin available. you wanted him to tease you, to make you beg to fuck you just how you liked. you wanted mark to have his way with you and do whatever he wanted with your body.

“i-i wasn’t sure if you’d want that? i mean, i suspected you found me, uhm, attractive, i guess. but fucking is on another level, y’know? imagine how awkward it’d be if i made a move on you and you turned out to be uninterested. pretty freaking awkward if you ask me,” mark defended himself, and you shook your head disapprovingly.

“you should’ve just gone for it, dumbass,” you rolled your eyes in annoyance. if he had said something earlier, maybe you wouldn’t be so touch-deprived and frustrated as you currently were.

“sorry, okay? can we, uh, continue where we left off?”

you hummed, “but you owe me one.”

“fine, i’ll make it up to you, i promise.”

after that little interruption, things got heated again pretty fast.

mark couldn’t see you, but he could hear you and that was enough for him to feel a burning sensation settle in his belly. his name rolled off your tongue as a mantra, as if it was everything you ever knew. and, at that moment, he was everything to you, the only thing in your mind.

“i love how my name sounds coming from you, shit,” mark groaned, eyebrows furrowed and thighs tensing.

his member twitched in his grip as he felt his high approach, hips thrusting up to meet his fist. your moans only egged him on as he focused on matching the pace of your fingers.

“i’m close, m-mark, please,” a shaky breath left your chest as the tightening feeling in your core got stronger and stronger.

“cum for me, baby, and i wanna hear you when you do.”

you felt so overwhelmed by pleasure, so close to reaching heaven, but you didn’t want to cum alone. no, you wanted to fall over the edge with mark at the other end of the line calling out for you.

“i-i wanna cum with you, please,” you pleaded, feeling your clit throb uncontrollably. you could almost graze your release with your fingertips, and it was about to hit you like a truck.

“i’m almost there, wait for me baby,” mark grunted, giving into your request. he pumped his cock harshly, playing with his balls and groaning at the feeling.

suddenly, your vision went blurry as the knot on your belly finally snapped.

“mark!”

a loud cry resonated in your room. you threw your head back into the pillows and curled your toes as you reached your long awaited release. your fingers pumped deeply into you, making your hot juices run down your thighs and this time, completely ruin your sheets.

your orgasm seemed to trigger mark’s and with a few flicks of his wrist, he felt his balls tensing, your name falling from his lips between a string of hushed groans. his hard, angry red cock throbbed in his grip as he shot his load, painting the flexed muscles of his abdomen with white, milky ropes of cum.

for a few minutes, the only noise that could be heard was the sound of your uneven breathing, deep puffs of air leaving your chests as you both came down from your respective highs.

“fuck, that was hot,” mark let out a chuckle, trying to regain his breath as he tucked himself back in his pants.

“yeah,” you hummed in agreement, still sensitive from your orgasm.

neither of you said anything after that, and you held in a breath as the air around you suddenly changed. it turned thick and heavy, making you both uncomfortable. you laid there, naked and covered in sweat and cum, trying to think of ways to avoid the awkward silence that surrounded you.

the physics paper, right, that was the whole point of the call.

“do you still want me to help you solve the rest of the paper? i still have to check it out, so might as well kill two birds with one stone,” breaking the dense silence, you asked hesitantly.

“that’d be great, thanks,” mark answered, a little less hesitant, finding your offer quite reassuring. things weren’t going to get weird after all, right? “are you free tomorrow night?”

“yeah, mine or yours?”

“yours.”

you both fell silent again for a second. it was less uncomfortable than the one you were previously submerged in, but it still made a funny feeling set in your throat, so you decided to, once again, break it.

“fine. until then, i guess.”

“yup, see you,” you heard before the line went dead.

after you had calmed down and your head had cleared from your orgasm, you couldn’t stop your mind from wandering. how were you going to face mark the next day after that? why did you agree to get together tomorrow? you could have easily avoided him until next week since you didn’t share any classes until then. that would have gave you more time to think about the consequences of having phone sex with one of your classmates. you surely hadn’t thought of the possible outcomes of it before letting your frustration get the best of you.

concern bubbled inside of you and a sinking feeling settled on your stomach as you thought about it.

how was this going to affect your relationship with the boy?

this could either ruin any chance of a friendship or bring you both closer and give you an excuse to talk to him.

maybe this is just what you needed to finally put a label on your relationship.

and maybe you just had to wait to find out.

–lia:)

TRUST ME NOT

Pairing: Bf!(boss unit except one) x f!reader

W.C: 9.1k

Genre: Fluff, Mafia, Angst

Warnings: keeping secrets, innocent reader(?), mafia deals, murder, blast, tracking device, spying on someone, anonymous mail, tying up with rope in basement, unconcious, feeling sorry, sad, regrets, forgiveness, lots of kissing, anniversary surprises lol, getting shot, mention of blood(not detail) idk what to add anymore

1 month late birthday gift to @mymoodwriting sorry🥀

Network: @kvanity-main

🎀 Your anniversary was supposed to be held in a month.

The excitement was brightly visible on your face and you had a lot of arrangements to make. Going out to different stores and contacting some very important people who all are of potential help in some urgent scenarios. It's been five years since you were in a relationship with the mafia gang, NCT. Yeah, some people won't believe you if you say that you are the secret girlfriend, because your appearance and attitude is far from the ruthless behavior of the bosses--- your boyfriends.

The first one to notice that you were busy was Jungwoo, as he is the one who doesn't go out of the house often. His hacking job lets you both to spend more time with each other and well, this makes him throw cocky looks to others. You have told him repeatedly not to tease others because of that, but who is he to listen to?

You have almost planned everything for the upcoming day, obviously keeping it a secret from them. And this made Jungwoo suspicious of you. Earlier he was ignoring your weird attitudes and your now and then excuses to go out but one day when you were out for a long time, he followed your location. Well, he tried to but he couldn't track it.

How the hell is that even possible?

Now, he can't obviously charge you for messing up with the tracking device as you aren't aware of any of these. So, he decided to talk this out with his gang members.

"Are you sure of the suspicion?" Taeyong asked with a dark look. He was already tired with the day and now one of his members is sitting in front of him with a doubt. He glanced at the rest of the members across the room but they all were pretty much similar attentive to the hacker like him. He sighed and urged him to speak more.

The hacker nodded and proceeded, "she is acting differently and when I asked her last week. She was in a hurry to reply as if she would spill secrets if she spoke more than necessary."

"Maybe she is tired. You know her café has a lot of work." Mark stated and Jaehyun nodded his head in agreement. They know very well how dedicated you are to your work and something that might be keeping you busy these days.

Jungwoo shook his head, "No. The surprising fact is that she is barely available at the cafe."

"Then where is she going every morning?" Winwin asked and glanced at him from the corner of the room. And this caught everyone's attention.

Jaehyun remembered his interaction with you from two days back over the call.

"When I asked to pick her up from the cafe, she denied and told me about having extra hours but ended up coming home by riding someone else's car. As far as I know no one from her cafe owns that car." he stated and looked around.

"What? And you are telling me now?" Taeyong banged the table with his fist making the ones sitting near to him to flinch. Doyoung licked his lower lips and ran his fingers through the hairs. He was still putting in the pieces together and hoping that whatever they were thinking should not be the actual case.

Are you hiding something from them?

Or are you planning for something to destroy them?

Mark put his phone beside him on the sofa, "Dude, don't think like that. We must be wrong somewhere. Don't doubt her for anything."

"You are not suspecting her for anything right?" Winwin looked at his leader expectantly who in return just poked his cheek with the tongue and turned towards Doyoung.

"Tell everyone to keep a closer look on her." he said and looked at everyone, "all of you will see what's the matter with her. If she is not going to the cafe and not talking with us that much. Then we should find out what's the matter that she is suddenly acting so differently."

"But-"

"Mark, don't argue with me now."

No one spoke anything after that. Four of them left the room, leaving the leader with Doyoung. The latter's eyes followed how frustratingly the leader was brushing his hairs back and sighing.

"I know, you are not doubting her like the way you are showing your anger."

The leader rested his elbows on the table and held his head with his palms, "I don't want to blame her for anything. I trust her so much but I want to know what's up with her. I love her so much, Doyoung."

Doyoung walked towards him and patted his back comfortingly, "we all love her, Taeyong. If she ever betrays us then nothing can hurt us more than that."

"I don't want to hurt her. She is precious to me. I want all these to be just a misunderstanding."

"She is not betraying us. We will just find out what's the matter with her and then everything will be fine."

The latter just nodded and tears fell from his eyes similarly like the one standing.

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"Where are you going?" Jungwoo asked as he saw you hurrying towards the door. You were smiling all the way down the stairs while looking at the phone. His eyes were staring at you with curiosity and adoration. When he repeated the question again, you glanced at him away from your phone and raised your brows.

"Uh..I..somewhere...do you need something?"

"No. But where? Do you want me to go with you?"

"No!".

He was taken aback by your sudden scream, "what? Why are you shouting?"

You awkwardly laughed and brushed your hairs, "I'll be off to the place and will return quickly. Don't worry."

As soon as you took a turn, someone grabbed your forearm and made you turn around. The turn was so sudden that you almost lost your balance on your heels, "What the hell! Jaehyun?"

"It's late afternoon. I don't think you are going to the cafe right now. Your workers told me that you will be there in the evening. So where to now?" His tone was low and demanding.

His grip was firm and you glanced at the hold then at his face. He had just showered after returning home. The others were not there yet and these two were only at the house so you decided to leave without them noticing you but it's not the case now.

"Hey, I'm just going to meet someone." you smiled at the end of the sentence.

"Who? Let me take you there."

You held his wrist to take off his hand from yours, "No, it's okay. I can go there alone. He will be just a few blocks away and......and then everything is fine."

"he? Y/n, who is this person? Do I know him? Have any of us seen him before?"

"Oh my jealous baby, Jae. Come on, don't think like I am a child. And you don't have to know everyone."

He stepped closer to you, tugging your hairs behind your ears before holding your hands and smiling down at you with a soft look, "I just care for you too much, Y/n. I don't want anyone to hurt you. Please be safe out there as you know your life is always at risk because of us...and dont hide anything from us."

You couldn't hear the last words but you smiled at him, "I will be safe. I promise."

He leaned forward to peck your lips and then planted a soft kiss on your temple. Jungwoo came up behind you and hugged you, nuzzling his nose in your neck inhaling the recently applied perfume, you smiled at the tingling sensation. He whispered, "if you can't keep yourself safe. Then I will kill everyone who will hurt you."

You grabbed one of his hands and brought it to your lips, planting a kiss, "I know. I am always safe with you all."

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You were safe. Your preparations and secrets, everything was safe. Only two weeks left and you couldn't contain your excitement. Skipping steps towards the flower shop, you were greeted by the familiar man holding a rose in his hold and smiling endearingly at you. Your smile widened brightly and a soft laugh escaped your throat when he kneeled down in front of you, "A rose for my queen." He extended his hand towards you and you took the flower from his hand.

"Oh please shut up, Wooyoung."

He again stood in front of you and smoothed his blazer and pants. The look was stating that he was on his way for the meeting but still his playful nature and his childish laugh was not setting right with his appearance.

"Why? I can call you anything."

"Just wait until I tell this to my boyfriend." you chuckled while looking around the flower shop, "Where is the owner?"

You never used your boyfriend's name in front of anyone, always referring to some silly names or simply 'my boyfriend'. No one has ever seen your so-called boyfriend but they know you always have the adoration while speaking of him—- of them.

"I don't know about him. Hey! Why are you asking for the owner when I'm here?" He whined and you shook your head in disbelief with the attitude.

"How old are you? And I need him to choose some exact flowers for the decoration and a perfect perfume to give my boyfriend." you smiled at the thought of surprising them with everything. He nodded with a pout and stood by your side while you were staring at some beautiful bouquets, "Is your boyfriend nice? You can tell me if you have any problems. You have said he lives outside this country but if he turns out as a cheater. I will show him hell."

"Of course, Wooyuong. There's nothing to worry about. I am fine and he is a very nice man. Maybe someday you can meet him and also, I'm doing all these preparations for our anniversary."

The owner just entered the door and greeted you both when the other one smiled at you before exiting the door.

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One week left for your anniversary.

"So, I was right. She is going to this shop almost every day and according to Winwin, our enemy's last location was this shop."

They couldn't believe the pictures and the tracking location of the devices that were showing on the very big screen displayed in front of them. The undercover spy has clicked the pictures of you meeting with a young man well dressed up in a suit and you were hugging him with a smile, also in another picture, you were receiving flowers. The different gestures between you both were assuming that there was a deeper bonding than they can think of. Everything was pretty much fine until the call list and tracking device of yours and their enemy matches exactly.

"Jungwoo, have you gone to this shop before?" Taeyong asked when he placed himself on the sofa.

The hacker shook his head, "no, I never bought anything from there. I thought she knew the owner of the shop, that's why she is going there but it turned out she is meeting the owner of the device who is apparently our enemy. We need to find who is the owner. Winwin even followed her one day and guess what? They were planning for a big event and also went on a date."

"A date?" Mark had a confused look on his face.

Jungwoo nodded and Jaehyun continued, "yeah, she is meeting these certain people every often and that's why you can't find her in the cafe. And this one person is very common."

"That's Wooyoung, a member of the gang, Ateez. the shop owner is his best friend, just for cover." Winwin started from beside Doyoung who quickly turned towards him in surprise.

Taeyong scoffed in irritation, "So that's him? He blew our basement? I was so sure that somebody leaked our plan when we were having the mission in a different state and look, he took that advantage to attack on our base."

"And you think?" Doyoung raised a brow.

"She...she told him?" Taeyong didn't even want to say it but still he did. He blamed you. He doubted you. There was no other option left other than suspecting you with their recent events going on around them. He curled his fingers into a fist, suppressing the anger and hurt.

Mark leaned back into his chair, "we must be wrong somewhere. Or things have not been placed in the correct way."

"No. When I told Jungwoo for the first time, neither me nor him believed this but after one week of research. We are sure that she is involved with this." Winwin himself didn't want to believe what he was voicing out.

His own voice was betraying him. Was your love for them just a facade to destroy them in the end? Were you playing with their feelings? What? NO! This can't be, you are not like that. He couldn't convince anyone, maybe he was not even trying to convince anyone. No one was ready to believe that you were planning something worse behind their back, just to destroy them to get in with a man. The man who is apparently their enemy's gang member.

Mark stood up. A sad look visible on his face, fighting back the urge to cry in front of them. He couldn't hear more about suspecting you. Even if you are wrong, he still wants to see you and love you. His gaze shifted from the leader towards the large wide window, the setting of the sun was visible, "our anniversary is in almost 10 days. I hope we won't be doing something to ruin the day."

The words hit them altogether. Anniversary...they have bought a lot of gifts for you and they have arranged a trip for all of you to spend time together.

He turned around and Taeyong closed his eyes, heaving a sigh. Everyone was in disbelief and fighting whether they should blame you or...or what? There's nothing to think about anymore.

"Hey!  you all here?" your cheerful voice broke the silence. The atmosphere was already tense inside the house but your presence was making it worse. To your oblivion, they shared glances between them when Jaehyun noticed some things in your hold. His jaw clenched at the sight and he stepped towards you.

"Who gave you this?"

You furrowed your brows before looking down and then a smile cracked on your face. Everyone noticed the shift in expression when you held the flowers tightly, "Um...someone. A friend?"

"Friend." he scoffed and glared at you. His expression surprised you and then when you looked around the room, you noticed others were looking at you with no emotions visible. It felt so distant as if you were missing something. But what's even the matter? Mark was standing on the first step of the stairs, when you caught his eyes, there was a hurt look— the look of betrayal.

"Mark-" the young boy didn't wait to hear you when he abruptly turned around and ascended the stairs, without even looking back at you. What happened?

"Where were you?" Doyoung asked with folded hands above his chest, supporting himself against the table. His dark and sharp eyes staring at you, waiting for a quick reply.

"I...I went to the cafe."

"You were not there. Don't lie. Just tell me exactly, where were you?"

Taeyong darkly chuckled, "of course to meet her friend. Right? So, had fun on the date?"

"Date?"

Jaehyun turned to him, "don't pretend that you don't know. You went on a date with your little friend, right?"

You shook your head when Jungwoo pointed at your large plastic bag, "what's all these?"

You tried to hide it behind your back only to get yanked away, "why are you hiding it?" He glared at your action.

"What's wrong with you all?"

"What's wrong with you? Are you planning something behind our back?" His words hurt you. No, it shocked you. Are they doubting you for something?

The phone in your pocket started ringing and when Jaehyun didn't loosen his grip on you, you snatched your arm away and glared at him. Fishing out the phone, you held it to your ear and greeted the person. Before walking towards your room, you snatched away the plastic bag from him and no one protested but watched you going away.

No one moved from their places but only Winwin followed you behind.

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Three days have already passed since that day.

You didn't talk with anyone normally. Everytime, they would be looking at you accusingly or asking you some weird questions about why you were hiding things from them.

but , there was nothing to hide in the first place---- except for the celebration.

Only one week left and when you just wanted to go out finally to arrange the last things of the preparation. Doyoung blocked your way.

"You are not going anywhere."

"Huh?"

Jaehyun came up behind you and harshly pulled you to a particular direction, "your game is over, y/n. Just give up now. You can't hide anything from us now."

The other one walked just closely behind you, gun in his hand. "I can't believe you that after the things we did, only for you to betray us."

"Please Jaehyun...Trust me. you must be wrong somewhere. I am not hiding anything. I promise." Your voice was broken yet he was not glancing at you but dragging you towards the stairs. The grip on your wrist tightened when you tried to pull your hand away. The wrist was burning from his harsh grip.

There were two uncoordinated footsteps from behind you both and when the youngest of them spoke up, you glanced at them. Mark was trying to stop the leader from stepping forward but the latter was just fuming and when he caught your glistening eyes, he sent a glare at you.

"please..." you whimpered when he took the turn and stopped at the first step of the stairs. He inhaled sharply and glared at you before glancing at the leader.

"take her downstairs." He simply ordered and the latter nodded.

Mark held Jaehyun's other hand, "No. Don't. Please, we should listen to her. We must be wrong somewhere. Please don't take her there."

But he dragged you down, stumbling over a few places but he didn't care. No one cared at the moment. As if your voice was not even audible to their ears.

You have never been to this place before and the dark, dimly lit room with a damp smell was making churn in your stomach. The others were already present inside the room and their focus was on you— the helpless figure. He harshly pulled you towards the chair behind the interrogating desk and made you sit on it. Your head turned towards each one of them, no one was having any sympathy for you. Maybe they had but trying not to show it.

"Why are you doing this? Please get me out of here." tears were flowing down your cheek. Before you could wipe off your tears, Jungwoo gripped your wrist and tied them to the armrest. Winwin took away the phone from you and placed it on the table. Taeyong placed himself on the chair across from you and stared at your tied up form. Doyoung stood beside him, palm resting on the head of the leather chair.

"So, from where should we begin?"

You remained quiet. Not because you didn't want to talk but because you didn't know what to say. Mind still processing the situation and why they all were keeping you tied up like a criminal. Do they not trust you?

You stared at him with silent tears falling from your eyes. Jaehyun and Jungwoo stood beside you on both sides, neither of them speaking anything and not even looking at you. Only glancing now and then.

"How do you know Wooyoung?" the leader asked the first question and leaned forward on the table.

"Wooyoung?"

Doyoung tilted his head to the side, "yes. Even that day he gave you those flowers. Having good times with the enemy. Right, y/n?"

"Enemy? He is my old friend from university."

The leader was not buying your words, "our enemy is your friend now. Since when are you against us?"

"What are you saying, Taeyong? I would never. I..." you were almost spilling the secrets but held back the words that were about to come out from your lips, "we just recently reunited at the flower shop. He was just...helping me out with something."

"Helping you out to chalk out a plan to kill us?" Winwin offered you an option for your choice of words. You shook your head at him and returned to face the leader. He didn't have any emotions for you. No more those endearing smiles and caring eyes looking at you but a strong and accusing eyes blaming you for everything.

"No, it's not like that."

"There's no point in you lying on our face. You can't fight back, y/n. There's six of us and only, you alone."

You parted your lips and tried to shift forward when Jungwoo held you back. You raised your head to look at him but he just avoided your eyes. Does he hate me so much?  "You all should understand this. I am alone, I can't do anything to harm you all and... I can never think of hurting any of you."

"Don't pretend to be the innocent one like always." Jaehyun spat at you. "It was all a facade to make us trust you. To make us weak for you so that you can easily break into our life and destroy us from the core."

"Jaehyun..." you whispered his name but a long silence followed your longing gaze on him. How could he blame you like this? They never used such a tone with you.

"He is correct. It was only you who knew about our absence for a whole week from the city and during that exact time, Ateez attacked our warehouse. Isn't this a coordinated plan?" Taeyong was irritated with each word coming out of his mouth.

"And you think I told him?"

Winwin caught your attention, "of course. The enemy whom we were tracking has his every location around you. His every location was colliding with yours. The flower shop belongs to them and it's just undercover to hide their spies in that busy street. Your activity was very frequent during the time of the blast."

"It must be a coincidence...I am not aware of all these." you plead to them for mercy but none of them were convinced. It all seemed as an act to break away from them and to run to their enemy for help.

"We thought that too but you have a deep connection with him. Even keeping your meet-ups a secret from us. Don't think of us like fools."

"Mark, you are a fool. All of you are foolish to think of me going against you. He is just my friend and we were just hanging out after some arrangements and if I knew he was the menber of a gang, I would never have spoken to him. But...but he won't hurt me or any of you. He doesn't even know you all are my boyfriends."

"Because for your benefit. So that you can go on dates with him." Jaehyun scoffed at the end of the sentence.

Taeyong slammed his hand to gain your attention back on him. His eyes were raging and he was fuming with anger. You flinched at the sound and scaredly turned towards him when he spoke up, "Now tell me, what do you want from us?"

You shook your head and bit your lips to prevent yourself breaking down more.

"I said speak up, y/n!"

Your broken voice and hiccups echoed the room, "I...I want n-nothing. I just want......your love."

"Shut up!"

"Jaehyun, keep quiet." Doyoung shushed the tall man beside you but you were already hurt too much. You were exhausted after crying so much, the unfamiliar and confined environment was suffocating you. You just wanted to get out of the place and run away, far away and hide from them. You were scared to say anything anymore or they could have done something more.

"You are going to stay here unless you are willing to tell the truth." Taeyong said and stood up to turn towards the door.

You shook your head frantically to not to leave you there. But no one minded your scared form. You were nothing more than a liar to them.

"Please listen to me..."

Jaehyun grabbed your cheeks, his fingers digging into your flesh, "you are only going to speak the truth or else shut your mouth." he harshly jerked your head to the side.

One by one everyone left the room except the one who was almost standing silently since he came here. He stayed back inside the room. When you noticed his gaze on you, there was a hurt look like that day.

"Why did you do this?"

"I did nothing."

He looked up at the ceiling and then at you, "then please confess the truth. I can't see you like this."

"I'm telling you the truth, Mark. he is just my friend. I didn't help him with anything."

Doyoung came back to the room to find the younger one standing at the door. He informed the younger one to stay with you, not to leave you alone down in the basement. He nodded his head in acceptance. You don’t know if It was because they told him to stay behind out of love or they think you could try to run away from them.

Mark actually wanted to stay with you though. He just can't leave you alone.

Doyoung stepped inside the room to take the phone from the table. When he came in sight of your vision, you looked away to avoid him. He waited for a moment but left the room eventually when you didn't look at him.

"Mark, don't get swayed by her?"

They had some whispering conversation outside the door and you zoned out to think about the day, how you were so excited to finally wrap the different gifts for them and then prepare the last arrangement because this last week was supposed to be spending time with them together. But everything went down the hill.

When Mark returned inside the room, he saw you sleeping on the chair uncomfortably. He stepped forward and tugged your hairs behind the ears to have a clear look of your face. You looked so peaceful but your face was stained with sweat and tears. He caressed your soft skin and tears fell from his eyes, he was sorry to you. He untied your wrists and pulled you on his lap on the floor. Resting your head against his chest, his fingers stroked you and he lulled you to sleep.

"I'm sorry, y/n."

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The next two days were just you refusing all the foods they offered and you were getting weak. Even if they didn't hurt you physically, but their words, their hatred looks and their harsh and hurtful touches with their accusing tone was enough to break your every inch.

Doyoung didn't let you stay in the basement but kept you locked in his room. He promised his leader that he won't let you escape the house.

Just before the two days of your anniversary, they got an email from someone. It was labeled with a secret code so when they clicked on it, they found out that it was from someone unknown. They have sent some confidential documents. Jungwoo didn't waste any time before clicking open it only to get a shock. Everyone scooted closer to him.

'How is Y/n? Suspecting her now? Oh, poor girl. Don't worry. I will kill her soon anyways. '

There were all the details under the small links. Whatever they saw was right but the actual explanation to their assumption was what you were saying, not how they interpreted earlier. Wooyoung was just your friend, nothing more and he didn't have any intention to harm you or others. Ateez didn't even attack their base.

Then who is this person?

Is he alive?

Jaehyun threw the glass away in frustration.

"Where is this shit? I will kill him."

Winwin quickly followed some images, "the dreamies are trying to track the id. Hyuck is currently scanning the codes. but... I don't know why this person wants to kill her."

"I'm not leaving her alone for any more second."

Doyoung jogged towards the room only to find you sleeping beside the window stool. Taeyong followed him closely behind and he noticed the dried tears on your face and the other one was quick to pick you up in his arms, "y/n, look at me. You don't have to be here anymore. I'm taking you out of this place. I'm so sorry."

Your breathing was so faint and it scared him.

He peppered your face with kisses, you were so weak and exhausted. There was no reply from you and he shook your body again.

"She must be unconscious. Let's clean her up and let her rest for a while. When she wakes up, I will feed her." Taeyong offered him.

They both nodded and exited the room. Promising to themselves that they won't ever let you be in this sort of situation again.

When they appeared in front of the others, they saw your unconscious body in his hold. Their hearts clenched at the sight, the pain striking through their body.

How could they just blame you and act deaf ears to your pleadings?

"I'm coming with you." Mark approached him and took you in his arms before going towards his room with Doyoung trailing behind him.

Taeyong ordered Jungwoo and Winwin to contact Dreamies for further discussions about the situation and let others disperse to their respective activities.

No one was willing to leave your side but they had no option other than waiting for you to get consciousness. But Jaehyun quietly walked towards your room to take a glimpse of you.

He was hesitating to enter the room but eventually stepped inside and found them inside the bathroom. They were carefully looking after you.

"Is she okay?"

His sudden voice made the two males turn their head towards him, "of course she is. We are here to keep her safe."

After a while, you were dressed in a pair of comfortable top and loose pants. Mark carefully tugged you in the bed before sitting beside your sleeping figure and caressing the hairs, Doyoung sat near your legs and Jaehyun kept his distance from the bed.

"Let her rest for a while. Taeyong will bring her the food."

They all left the room but Jaehyun went near to you and caressed your head, kissing your temple he whispered, “I’m so sorry, love.”

After a while when you woke up, only to find Taeyong sitting by your side with medicines and food placed on the table that he pulled beside the bed. Your head was spinning a bit but still he helped you sit up and placed the pillow behind you to make you comfortable. Before you could say anything, he caressed your head and smiled at you, following a kiss to the side of your head.

"I'm sorry, Y/n. I'm so sorry. Please forgive me. I was so wrong about you."

You remained quiet and just observed how he lifted the bowl from the table and stirred the soup, tasting a spoonful and turning towards you with a spoon.

"Why?"

"What do you mean?"

"y-you are not mad at me anymore? Please trust me-"

He put the spoon back into the bowl and placed a finger on your lips, "I trust you. Y/n, I love you. I'm regretting treating you like that. It hurts you a lot to see us blaming you for something you didn't do. But I promise you, you will never have to be like this again. I will make this up to you."

"Really? And others...Are they?"

"they are equally sorry, y/n. we just couldn't help but think all that......why were you at the shop though?" he quickly asked you the thing that was still bugging his mind.

"Um...you will know soon. It's a secret." You expectantly stared at him to see his reaction but he just smiled when he brought the spoon to your lips. You quickly parted open your lips to taste the spoon and hummed in the wonderful warm taste. It melted on your tongue like you were melting under his touch.

"I won't ever hurt you."

"I know, Taeyong. You have so much responsibility but I think I made you scared going out here and there. But trust me it's a good secret, nothing to worry about."

"Can't you tell me now?" he pouted and blinked at you.

"No. Then what's the point of the secret?"

"Is this about-"

Someone entered the room and he was quick to sit on your other side and hugged you from the side.

"I'm so sorry baby. Please forgive me. I don't want you to stay away from me." he nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck and your fingers entangled with his hairs when he leaned to your body more. Taeyong was still making sure to finish the soup and shook his head at the boy clinging onto you.

"Hey, Mark. It's okay. I was just shocked with you all behaving like that." You said slowly and he nodded, muttering a flow of apologies. The leader wiped your mouth when you finished the food and handed you the medicine to take but when you refused it. Both of them tickled you and joked around and ended up with Mark holding you down on the bed and the oldest one putting inside the medicine and handing you the glass.

Three of you spent some time together before Taeyong left when he caught a call from Jungwoo and he hugged you before pressing a long and soft kiss on your temple then hurrying to take the call. Where you and Mark ended up cuddling together.

"That night..." he was spooning you while your back was pressed against his chest and his one leg was flung upon yours. His fingers were playing with yours when you both were watching the screen displaying a movie.

You hummed in response, "you made me sleep on your lap. I woke up from a nightmare but I felt so secure with you. Thank you."

"I love you. I love you so much baby."

"I love you more, mark." You turned around and cupped his face. Your eyes searched for a particular emotion before pressing your lips to his. He was surprised by your move but when you tried to pull away your face, he held the back of your neck and pulled you closer, making the kiss rough and passionate. Both fighting for dominance but still enjoying the power of each other. You smiled and squirmed when he slid his hand under your tee. His kisses traveled down to your jaw and sloppily kissed your cheek. Admiringly, watching each other, he dipped his head down and bit the soft flesh of your neck, he groaned when you moaned his name. When he hooked a finger with the band of your shorts, you held his wrist.

He quickly stopped his actions and looked at you, cupping your cheeks and shock visible on his face. You chuckled at his reaction and he worriedly asked you, "Is there something wrong?"

It's not like you haven't done this before with him but there was something for which you wanted to wait.

"Can you wait for one more day?"

"Before our anniversary?"

You nodded and he smiled before pecking your lips.

"Of course, I can."

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The day before the celebration. You asked them if you could go out. They felt as if they did something wrong that you were taking permission like a child. You bit your lips and stared at them when they were all similarly staring back at you.

Taeyong broke the awkward moment, "I think someone should speak."

"You did just now."

He glared at Jaehyun, who looked away holding back his laugh. The others snickered and you laughed loudly. All of their attention turned back at your standing figure in an elegant knee length dress.

"You all can go with me."

"We?" Winwin asked you and you quickly nodded.

"So?"

They all looked at each other before agreeing and stood up. The one that was hesitant to come near you was Jaehyun. When they all walked towards the door, conversing and joking among them, he remained at the same place. He felt someone entangled a hand with his and when he looked down at his side, you were smiling brightly at him.

"Let's go, my prince."

"Y/n...you.."

You pulled him towards the door. But he was staring at you like a lost man, who knew nothing other than the directions you would give him. He smiled when he noticed the dress you were wearing was the one he gave you on your birthday last time.

"I'm trying to forget about that day so please don't remind me."

He stopped in his track and you turned towards him, "what happe-"

He pressed his lips to yours. He was laughing between the kisses when you were trying to say something. He pulled apart and you glared at him before looking at your appearance on the phone screen.

"you ruined my lipstick."

"I would have ruined you but it's okay coz it's just the lipstick for now."

"Jae..." you groaned but he grabbed your chin softly and other hand quickly went up , a finger wiping away the smudged out portion and then patted your cheek with the clean fingers.

"you look beautiful like always."

Doyoung came back and pulled you both towards the car.

The car ride was fun. Except for Jungwoo clinging onto your side ans asking you the same question repeatedly, "why can't we know the secret now? Please, y/n."

"I am surprised all of you are in a gang."

Taeyong chuckled, "don't add him. He doesn't do anything other than hacking and intruding other's business from his private place."

He scoffed in reply, "at least I keep company with our girl. Right?"

You nodded. It's not like they were not serious with their job. When the work mode is on, you wouldn't even match the people who are the same with the ones you are currently laughing with. Even you get scared. Okay, last time you really got.

Arriving at the mall, you quickly got out of the car to make a quick call with your friend. You told her to receive the perfumes and flowers from the shop tomorrow morning and keep them in the café. You wanted to celebrate your anniversary at the café and your friend was helping you to get all the orders ready for tomorrow so that today, you can spend your day with the boys.

You bought a lot of things, some necessary and some unnecessary. Jungwoo was with you and others went off to other places.

"you are buying us gifts but not letting us buy for you."

"tomorrow."

"Why? I can buy it today. Wait, I can buy for you everyday."

"Don't show off." You turned around to look at the dress when he picked one from the other row and handed it to you, "wear this tomorrow. This is so perfect."

"are you serious? Do you know my size?"

He smirked and bent to whisper in your ears, "I know every inch and curves how they would fit them and how it would be easy to rip off."

Your eyes went round and you hit his arm when he burst out laughing, "Jungwoo!"

You snatched the dress and walked towards the trial room and when you put on the dress, it seemed like it was the one for you. As if They will marry you tomorrow. Marriage...

Jungwoo knocked at the door and when you opened it, he pushed you inside and locked the door behind.

"what happened?"

"I don't want others to get to see you before me." his gaze moved and his breath hitched. You were looking more beautiful than he projected an imagery picture of you in the dress in his mind.

He pecked your lips and then your temple, "you look like mine. I love you, y/n."

"Always yours. I love you so much Jungwoo."

Done with the things you wanted to buy. Jungwoo went to where Jaehyun was and you were alone walking through the newborn section and smiling. You picked up a pink baby wrap towel and someone back hugged you.

"why are you buying this?" his deep voice sent a shiver down your body.

"I am not buying...just watching... they are so cute. Look at this, Taeyong."

He pressed a kiss on your cheek, "We can someday when we will have a baby."

You turned around when his arms dropped down, "it will be soon."

He smirked to see the excitement on your face, he tugged your hairs before raising a brow, "so am I getting the hint to spend some time with me and then we can expand our family. You and I and our daughter."

"you want a girl?"

"I'm fine with both but to have a girl. I love the idea of mini you running around the house and us all chasing her around."

You hugged him tightly, "I love you, Taeyong."

"I love you too, my princess."

"Wait for tomorrow, please."

"Of course."

.

.

You all went home after almost buying the whole mall and Jaehyun was casually showing off and showing smirks that he brought the costliest items. Oh boy! How wrong he is. He should just see the expenses of Taeyong. Winwin whispered to you that he would be sleeping with you because both of you haven't spent a night together. You agreed quickly.

After the dinner when you were going towards the room, Winwin asked you to go with him to the garden and of course, you would.

"So why are we here?" you were staring up at the sky while sitting on the outdoor swing with him by your side.

"I'm sorry." He muttered quietly.

"I know."

He turned towards you and shook his head, "don't forgive us so easily, y/n. we don't deserve it."

"Then don't say sorry. Stop reminding me about that. Think about tomorrow and let us enjoy the night."

He caressed your head, " you are the sweetest one. The innocent one in our life and I don't want to hurt you but still I did."

"And I forgive you."

He sadly chuckled and pulled you closer, "Can you tell me the secret for tomorrow?"

You stared at him and waited if he wanted to say something but when he didn't, you kissed his cheek and smiled, "No. You have to wait."

"Are you planning a surprise? For us?"

"Maybe...or something more than you can expect."

He furrowed his brows when you caressed his cheek softly, "see...you are the innocent one now."

"really?" he grabbed your neck and pulled you in for a hungry and deep kiss. You were laughing and clutching his shirt. His other hand was caressing your back and hands, melting you under his control. He pulled apart and started panting for air.

"And now?"

"still the innocent." As the words left your mouth, he swept you in his arms and turned round and round. Both of your laughs echoed in the garden.

"I love you...I love you...I love you, My innocent girl."

"I love you too, my innocent boy."

Your teasing made him tickle you in his hold and you laughed out more.

Taeyong was watching you from his balcony with the wine in his hand. He was smiling ear to ear seeing you so happy.

He would keep you safe till the end.

.

.

.

Finally THE DAY.

Winwin woke you up, calling out your name lightly and keeping you close to him. He peppered your face with kisses and you were giggling all the way when he scooped you in his arms and took you to the bathroom to get ready. You looked at the mirror and felt so happy, quickly did your morning routine before running down the stairs to greet your boys. But you could only find Doyoung at the table preparing the plates and decorating it with the final touch.

The house looked amazing.

"Don't tell me you all did this within a night."

"Then What do you think? You were blind to not notice it till yesterday?"

You reached near the table and when you went to pick up a pancake, he swatted your hand away and you whined.

"Let others come. No eating before greeting."

"No greetings to you."

You turned around and folded your hands above your chest, he chuckled and with slow steps went behind you and snaked his arms around, resting his head on your shoulder.

"Happy Anniversary, My love." He kissed your shoulder, the deep round neckline of the dress gave him access to your soft flesh. Your hairs were tied up and he kissed the crook of your neck and his teeth grazing the skin and licking the jaw, "I love you, y/n."

"Doyoung, I love you. Happy Anniversary."

He turned you around to kiss you. His kisses are always soft and takes his whole time to devour the moment. Just like now, he didn't care what others will see but he just wanted to show you his love for you.

You were smiling all the while but the sweet moment got interrupted by the one who could enter the place without any sound but to disturb you both, he purposely made sounds.

"Did I interrupt something?"

"Yes. My love life." Doyoung spat at him and groaned but didn't let you go when the other one laughed and came near you.

You pulled apart from the kiss and looked at Taeyong. The other one was back hugging you and nuzzling his nose into your neck.

Taeyong cupped your cheek, "happy anniversary, princess."

"Happy anniversary girl's dad."

"Huh?"

"Nothing." You laughed out and noticed Jungwoo and Winwin entering the place when one of them muttered a quiet happy anniversary to you because he was always shy in front of others but the other one had to make it dramatic.

"Everyone. Present here. Wait two are missing."

All of you were watching his stupid act, standing on the chair. He craned his neck to look at the stairs and waited for a few seconds before Mark and Jaehyun walked down with bright smiles on their faces.

"Okay here we have Mark and Jaehyun. Then We have Winwin at the table. Mr. Taeyong and Doyoung with our special girl, y/n." He stepped forward to you and took out a flower and kissed it before extending it to you, " a token of love for my precious soul."

"Thank you. Happy Anniversary to my dramatic love."

"Happy Anniversary, y/n." He pulled you away from the one hugging you and stepped towards the table.

You sat between Jaehyun and Mark and they both greeted you following with a smile and soft kiss. Doyoung cut a piece of the pancake and brought it to your lips. You chuckled and quickly ate it.

"Are these all for me?"you asked them.

"Yes. All for the special one." Mark excitedly said and kissed your cheek.

Winwin cleared his throat from across the table, "so what should we do today?"

"Give her the gifts."Mark proposed the idea but you quickly shook your head.

"No not now. My surprise is still left."

"Wait. Yeah, the secret. So tell me." Winwin happily nodded and stared at you.

"No. Get dressed. We are going to my cafe and then everything will be revealed."

"Promise?"

"Of course, Doyoung."

They all quickly dressed up in some denims or leathers but of course they were looking fine individually. You couldn't take your eyes from one of them. Are you even matching with them?

You looked down at your dress and Jungwoo grabbed your shoulders to face them.

"How is she looking?"

The moment their gaze fell on you, everyone stopped, everything was still, a look of adoration and love painted across their faces. They approached where you were shyly looking away when Jungwoo was keeping you in place.

"You look like my queen, love." Taeyong took your hand and kissed the back of your hand. Jaehyun kissed the side of your head and pulled you towards him, "well, we have something more to say but let's go to the cafe first."

"Then let's go."

It didn't take much time to reach the destination but as soon as you stepped inside the door. You started to feel nervous and that did get noticed by them. They were mesmerized by the wonderful decoration that you did and planned for the day. Somewhere, they felt sorry to even blame you for keeping secrets for this. Doyoung didn't leave your hand when you were showing around the details you organized which perfectly matched all six of their likings but the moment they came across the pink box with a letter on top of it. You stopped them.

"Wait!"

They all turned towards you.

"There's something I want to tell you."

Taeyong smiled at you, "go ahead."

"No. First you gave me the surprise and then I did so now it's your turn to tell me first and then I will. How about this?"

Mark smiled and approached you, hugging you from behind and then you noticed Taeyong pulling out a box from his leather jacket.

"Woah! What's that?"

"It's-"

“Y/n!”

“Y/n!”

"Y/n!"

You knew your friend's voice and when you heard her screaming from outside, you ran towards the door and pushed it open.

The boys shouted out your name but you didn't listen and searched for your friend outside the cafe.

There was no one.

No one on the silent and peaceful afternoon street. You felt weird because you were so sure that you heard your friend call out for you so many times.

Are you hearing things?

You felt someone watching you. You looked in each direction but you couldn't see anyone. The boys already exited the cafe.

"Who was there?" Winwin asked while looking around.

"I heard my friend calling for me."

"Then where is she?"

"I don't know."

Doyoung stepped in front of you and held your wrist, "let's go inside. Maybe she was fooling around."

You nodded and turned around with them.

But the moment you took a step.

All of you heard a gunshot.

What happened?

"Ah...D-doyoung."

"Y/n!"

As soon as they saw you, blood was flowing out of your chest. You got shot? Who shot you? They frantically looked around but there was no one in their sight. Doyoung sat on his knees when he felt your limp body leaning on him.

"It's okay, y/n. I will save you. Just wait for a while. We will take you to the hospital soon."

He held your hand when Mark was searching for a way to stop the flow of blood. But his mind was not working and processing the things to do.

The day started with so much joy and love but suddenly what just happened?

Both of the men by your side were scared. Scared to lose you. You were fighting back the urge to seep into sleep but clutched his hand tightly to stay awake. Mark was repeatedly telling you to keep your eyes open.

"Baring the car. Do it fast." Taeyong pushed Jaehyun towards the car but you weakly called out their names and asked them to come to you.

"Just take her to the hospital. Now!"

"Mark. No...I-i don't think I can make it."

"No no y/n. You can." He pressed your hand, which was clutching your chest.

"Taeyong, tell me what you wanted to say. Please"

"Let's go to the hospital."

you shook your head and looked at Winwin, "Can you bring me the pink box? please..." you coughed. Jaehyun already went to bring the car and you were clutching Doyoung's hand tightly. tears escaping your eyes even though you didn't want to cry. Winwin jogged inside the cafe and quickly he picked up the note and the box and wasting no more time, he went towards you.

"Get inside." Jaehyun opened the door for you all.

"Taeyong, tell me please."

he was hesitant to tell you at that moment but wasting unnecessary time means risking your life more. your breath was heaving and Mark was trying his best to keep you awake. Winwin approached the scene and when you noticed him, you weakly smiled at him.

But Taeyong pulled out the black box from his jacket and opened it. your glistening eyes blinked slowly, everything was blur, you could feel a small thing placed on your palm. Taeyong took your hand away from Doyoung's shirt.

you brought the thing closer to you.

It's a ring.

before you could say anything. you all entered the care. you were still looking at the ring. When Jungwoo noticed your fixed gaze on the ring and your grip was about to loosen. He curled your fingers and held your fist tightly. 

Taeyong held back his tears and weakly said from the passenger seat, "we were going to ask you to marry us. A proposal ring."

you heard them. you wanted to say a lot of things but you couldn't. you wanted to say something else at the moment.

"Winwin, give the box to Taeyong." he was quick to follow your words. Jaehyun was often glancing at you from the rear mirror and to the front. their base hospital is a bit far away and they couldn't risk you reaching there so whatever problem they have to face, they were going to if they had to go to the city hospital.

Winwin kept the note in his hand and it was shaking in his hold. 

"trust me...i love you......" you weakly whispered but the one holding you heard it.

"Y/n...y/n...don't close your eyes...please..hey stay awake."

you didn't open your eyes.

nor you were clutching his hand.

"y/n..."

"drive faster!" Taeyong almost shouted at him.

Mark hesitatingly asked, "what's inside the box?"

Taeyong stared at it for a while and then when he opened it. A tear dropped inside the box. Jaehyun's breath hitched and looked at you but your eyes were closed. 

"Y/n...baby..."

aren't you going to smile at him? atleast for the last time.

Congratulations! It's a girl.'

Mark snatched the box from him and his eyes went wide. he urged the other to open the note and there it was, you have ranted everything like always and in the end,

'I collected some flowers for each day after I got the news of pregnancy. I could tell you earlier but I wanted to say it on a special day. I am not hiding anything from you except this. Just trust me. I want to give it to you all as a surprise.'

Jungwoo brought your hand to his lips to plant a kiss.

Doyoung pressed a kiss on your temple, "I trust you."

Are you just going to leave them now?

They won’t trust anything anymore when you didn’t even say the final goodbye.

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Campus Culture | L.DH

Pairings: Himbo!Haechan x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: Haechan turns into a completely loveable but mindless replica of himself when inebriated and only Drunk Haechan might be able to seduce his uptight roomate... it only counts as a drunken mistake if it happens once, right?

Sfw Warnings: Roomates AU, Fwb to Lovers, Forbbidden Relationship, Confessions, Fluff, Alcohol consumption, Angst, CollegeAU, Himbo!Haechan

Nsfw Warnings: Smut (+18, Minors DNI) Fwb to lovers Roomate!Haechan, Perv! Haechan, Dub/CON, Grinding, Choking, Premature Ejaculation, Handjob, Needy!Haechan, Rough sex, Oral Fixation, Nipple play, Unprotected Sex (don't be dumb), Cervix Fucking, Breeding Kink, Cum Play.

A/n: This is more of an enemies to lovers if you squint. If you feel triggered by very slight depictions of bullying, please be wary. I also had no idea where I was going with this. It all just kinda spewed out. ANYWAY, I love Himbos

Usually, you're better equipped for an evening with Haechan's juvenile friends coming over and doing whatever it is that boy's seem to do once they're inebriated in each other's company.

"The bear emerges from hibernation,"

Haechan's voice is like that of a nature documentary narrator, and his head is in his hands as he leans over the armrest with a smile on his face.

“Rested, and in search of something to sink her teeth into.” You remain stoic faced as you breeze past the group of boys on your way to the kitchen adjacent to the living room.

With only a shallow counter to separate the two spaces, you're still roused by the sight of Haechan in your periphery, legs spread and head thrown back as he watches you with a dopey smile.

Jeno, Jaemin, Renjun and Jisung murmur their greetings dismissively, still vividly engrossed in their game while Chenle types away at the screen of his phone, his mind all together trapped in cyberspace. You breathe out airly as a vague sort of peace befalls you. This has become your norm.

They are so incredibly loud, Haechan's friend's are, that their cacophony bled through every thin wall in your shared apartment. So loud, in fact, that you were made privy to every degenerate, delinquent, and downright disgusting little detail that swam about in their conversation.

Whenever they were over, there was a vibrancy permeating throughout the apartment, which was either attributed to Haechan's need to speak at a higher octave than the rest of the group or Chenle’s obnoxious, though admittedly contagious laughter.

Not everything was daisies and sunshine, however.

You were made subject to Haechan's incessant teasing and petulance that only seemed to double in the presence of his friends. You ignored him, viewing his behavior as a package of a roommate system (more accurately: needing his money to keep yourself and your academic pursuits afloat.)

Even more harrowing is the fact that Haechan is completely accommodating, dare you say, even hospitable (when he's sober). It was very difficult to hate him. No matter how badly you wished to let your vexation infect the inner crevices of your mind... he always made sure to let you know in advance.

He'd knock softly on the door (a by-product of a covenant you both had forged upon deciding to live together. Knocking is something akin to treading carefully through a graveyard. Sacred) letting his usually loud voice simmer to a whisper because he almost always caught you studying at your tiny, disastrous desk and he'd say, "Hey, just a heads up, they're coming over tonight,"

You did not need clarification on the ambiguity of who 'they' were but your heart would plummet all the same.

His warning would allow you, not only to stuff your headphones around your neck, for easier access whenever the noise became too oppressive, but it also allowed you to grab the snacks and food necessary before locking yourself in your room.

Not attributed to any social anxiety, but Haechan's friends had proven to be... difficult to bear in their own ways. There was Chenle, Renjun, and Mark, who held a sort of distinguished naughtiness that you fancied way more than Jeno, Jaemin, Jisung, and Haechan's borderline flirting.

It had proven very difficult not to be included in their antics, especially given the very annoying fact that their energy was so freaking infectious.

As you proceed to turn on the kettle, Haechan speaks up once again. “Since you're already there… a coke, please, Madame.” He knew that you knew that he did not actually want a coke. He just wanted to see you vexed.

“Your legs are in perfect working condition, last I checked," your face remained stoic as you said, “Get your own coke.”

Jaemin immediately cackles to Haechan's right, prompting a light snicker from Chenle and the rest. Haechan sends a worried gaze towards them before bringing his eyes back to yours. Now he's on a mission to piss you off even more.

“C’mon...” he whines in an over indulgent American accent. “Be a doll and hand me a coke-I mean a beer." He stretches his neck from side to side, now deep into his theatrics, "I'm a man-”

The knife clanks on the counter as you scoff, “Since when?" You ask, "And what is with this ‘I'm a man’ stuff?”

Haechan only swats animetedly at the air, “It's cus I'm a man, Jagi. You don't get it cus you're not a ma-”

“Yeah,” you say, turning to prepare your noodles, “I don't wanna know actually.”

There's a sudden influx of celebratory hollering from Jaemin and Jeno, while Renjun and Jisung groan in defeat, signaling the end of their game.

Jaemin turns to you as he says “You seriously don't remember?”

You let the silence speak for you.

“He’s been like this ever since the asexual comment.”

The laughter escapes your throat as you shift your eyes to a now moody and grumbling Haechan. His arms are crossed as he avoids eye contact.

“Seriously?! That's why you've been on such a toxic gym bro kick?”

The flamboyant accent is still present as Haechan says, “Hey man, if you're not gonna get me a coke, just say that, I've got places to be people to see-”

The snort leaves your lips before you can stop it, “You've got a psych textbook to see and you're not even seeing that.”

“Stop with the celibacy jokes before he becomes worse!” begs Renjun.

Your mouth is open in false accusation, with the hints of a smile present, “It's quite literally not my fault Haechan's a virgin.”

“I'm not a virgin!” Haechan whines, letting his previously infuriating accent dissolve into his perfectly infuriating normal voice. “I have sex, all the time, tell her Jaemin. Tell her I have sex.” Your eye shifts easily to Jaemin, who only shakes his head.

“Ah, I told my therapist I'm trying to be more honest in my day to day,"

Now your laughter bubbles up to the ceiling, and you're throwing your head back, eyes shut.

“You all make me wanna kill myself.” Says Haechan, pushing himself up from the couch. The sight of him approaching sobers you ineffably from your laughter. He's not particularly tall, but there's a quality about him that asserts itself as height. A silent substitute.

“I’m being falsely accused of being a virgin, I have to get my own cokes?! What is this life of mine?!" A snicker escaped the confines of your lips as you empty your noodles into your bowl. Your albeit small little laugh was a sound so pretty, Haechan could not help but perk his ears up at the sound.

He inched his way slowly into the kitchen as you took one giant unladylike bite from your noodles. Unbeknownst to you, Haechan shares a glance with Chenle over in the living room. One that prompts Chenle into stabbing Renjun in the ribs with his elbow. They were all watching as you tried to shuffle past Haechan.

Haechan, who wouldn't let you pass until heard him say,

"Not a virgin." The words were veneered in a quiet whisper and in those few seconds, you were convinced the globe had stopped spinning on its imaginary axis. You became hyperaware of yourself, the noodles still very much inside your mouth and the soup dribbling out the corners. You clumsily wipe at your lip as you gaze up at him, smiling away like the Cheshire Cat.

While your heart proceeded its cataclysmic aself destruction, Chenle released the first snort. A snort that prompted an entire wave of laughter from his gaggle of friends. They were all laughing now. Haechan's face melted into a spout of his own laughter until he was doubled over.

"Mm," your nostiled flared , "I'll be in my room," You had disappeared in a hurry, hellbent on returning to your room. Hellbent on calming your runaway heart.

While you were nursing wave after wave of embarrassment, Haechan's eyes were sparkling with mischief.

"Don't even try," Jaemin snickered, noticing that look in Haechan's eye as he stared after you. "She's locked up tighter than a prison. You'll only get your wittle heart broken."

Your eyes were practically glued on the endless enriching notes written by Achebe, Lamming, and various other authors you revered religiously. Your studying had been going swimmingly until the arrival of a drunk, slightly dazed Haechan, indicated by the heaviness of his bloodshot eyes and the slight sway in his form by the door. Haechan was a very different person when he was drunk. He got sloppy, as if he was at constant war with reality.

The following Friday had arrived with the small promise that you were to stay in your room for the foreseeable evening. You had chosen to occupy yourself from Haechan's 'get together' by sitting at your desk, like most of your nights: Completely absorbed in perfecting your English Lit notes on Post colonialism.

You both pause, in a vague liminal space until he breaks the silence with a breathy slight slur, “Well, this isn't the bathroom,”

He lived here. He should know where the bathroom is, inebriated or not.

Your eyes narrow. You can't help but snap in a manner that makes you forget all your civility.

“Evidently,” you say with an unimpressed drawl.

There is a tone in your voice that was specifically crafted to have him cringing away from you, like most men on campus tended to do. You were too much of a straight arrow for them, too narrow-minded with not enough complexities and not enough strings that needed detangling. Most men saw that you could smell the bullshit from a mile away, and you were very much aware of what they referred to you as…

Instead of shrinking away like you initially expected, a small, almost thrilled smile curls at the ends of his purt, heart-shaped lips. He only steps closer into your space.

Uptight.

“Don't you need the bathroom-”

“No, don't do that,” You're scowling at him but still, the bear refuses to retreat.

Your messy desk where you remain seated in a chair seems to catch his attention until soon, he's leaning back against the desk in front of you.

“You don't want me here?” He asked, genuinely confused as if everyone was just dying to be in his presence, “I'm not sure what you're busy with over here, but I could help,” He says, swiping a large hand over at the piles of notes scattered on the desk.

“I shouldn't have to tell you not to invade my personal space, Haechan. If this is some stupid dare-"

“I'm going to fucking kill you when you're sober-”

“Only strangers can invade each other's space, Jagiya," he whispers, snortingbas if you were the one acting silly here. “We're not strangers. I'm your dumb virgin roomate, right?"

Your eyes widen imperceptibly as you push yourself up from your chair.

“I'm not even that drunk.” He deadpans. It's as if this boy is unable to mask whatever emotion that seems to pass through him at that very moment.

“Are all these notes yours?” He asks, picking up one of your discarded notes. You strive to grab at the flimsy pieces of notepad paper in his hands, but he swipes it swiftly out of reach every time.

“I just wanted to check on you.” He beams as he pushes himself further along your desk.

“Haechan, you're messing up my system-”

“You must be really smart,” he whispers, and you immediately chastise yourself for letting his words erupt a sudden electrical storm through your once steady heartbeat. “Your handwriting is so pretty too… woah,” he admires before you see his eyes quickly peek about from the paper, “I really like smart girls,”

You find your voice, hidden somewhere in the depths of being flustered. He interrupts you, all the same, “It's okay to say you're smart… I think that's really, like, hot-”

It's impossible to account for the events that followed in a somewhat episodic format because nothing like it had ever happened to you before.

One moment, Haechan is gazing down at you like he wants to eat you and the next, his hand is wrapped around your throat, pulling you up from your chair until your lips are crashing onto his… You had not perceived just how touched starved you were, until you found your inhibitions melting, and you were kissing him back just as fiercely. He was impatient and sloppy, pushing his tongue in too quickly while his hand marked up every inch of your body. “Pretty,” he mumbled in between wet kisses, “You so pretty… y'just feel so pretty.” Once Haechan's lust was involved, the rest of his brain, it seemed, shut down like the finishing hours of a toy factory. He was switching your positions, pushing you onto the desk as he trailed kisses down your neck.

“Your friends,” you murmured before throwing your head back, offering him better access, “We can't.”

“We can,” he nodded, while pushing himself in between your legs, “We can because I want to,” He punctuated his sentence by thrusting his sweatpants-clad hips right against your core. He seemed to have quickly caught a liking to this form of intimacy because soon, Haechan is breaking apart fromcthe kiss to gaze down at his hips pushing against your core.

His breath is peppered with a soft and dazed, “Woah…”

He nodded very slowly, “I like this very much.” Haechan said with grave finality, which evidently was the calm before the storm. You locked your hand around your mouth as Haechan sank his fingers into the sides of your hips, grinding his bulge against your core like there was nothing else that mattered. He brought your hips to meet each of his stuttering but hard thrusts and your head fell back in the stuttering… constant… impact.

“See?” He says, “See how good it feels?” he mumbles incoherently, now in a violent pursuit of his own orgasm. “F-Fuck,” he whimpered, feeling his cock twitching in his sweats. A feeling that usually let him know the end was near. He quickly clamped his hands on the underside of your ass before lifting you slightly off the desk, just enough to move impossibly closer between your legs.

He hugged you, wanting to feel your soft tits pushing up against him as he was grinding you both to a quick orgasm.

“You're close aren't you?” His voice cracks when he says, “Please be close, because I'm so fucking close-”

But all you're able to do is fight to keep your eyes open as you watch the slightly cracked open door. “H-Haechan-”

“Look at me, Cupcake,” he practically whined before forcefully bringing your eyes back to him with a flick of your chin.

The eye contact sent him down a rampage of lust and his hips stuttered as his mouth hung open,“F-Fuck, just like that- you're so good-” he lifted his baggy shirt, to watch himself thrust one more time before his rhythm crumbled and his hips stuttered as he came in his sweats.

You did not have the energy to tell him you didn't cum, only sprouting a brand new vexation as he swayed his way in search of the bathroom.

That had been your first and last devious encounter, before you avoided him like the plague. It had not taken much, because Haechan was vastly more sensible when he was sober. Emerging from his room like a bear out of his den and rubbing his messy head of black hair as he grumbled, “Did I do something weird last night? Or stupid?” He groans, “I have this feeling that I did something extra stupid and weird last night.” Although your heart plummeted minutely, you saw this as a lifeline and you took it.

“You were drunk, Haechan, so you probably most certainly did.”

You allowed yourself to live in the peace of sober Haechan until things once again only got dangerous on Friday nights, when his enablers would all congregate in the living room, tossing back cans of beer.

Your quick trip to the bathroom had ended with Haechan looming in the doorway, once again. With a near constant pout he exclaimed, “I missed you!”

“You see me everyday,” you grumbled before making your way to the sink to wash your hands. There was a bubbling in your stomach, that you would only dissect later. Whether it was excitement or frustration at seeing him this way.

“Still missed you-”

“I think you missed my body,” you said, before drying your hands, “Not me.”

“Both. I missed both,” he says, before beaming the sunniest, brightest smile you had ever seen on a face. You had to look away as you stepped towards him, for your sanity.

“Please move, Hyuck-”

“I wanna play,” he says, “We had so much fun the last time,”

“You fucking seduced me the last time and I fell for it like an idiot." You sighed deeply, "I studied myself to exhaustion. Im such a fucking idiot.”

He looks deep into your eyes as he very seriously says, “Don't say that-”

“What do you like about me? I mean what could you actually like and appreciate about me-” For all of 5 seconds the boy is trapped in a worrying daze. As the seconds tick on, your blood pressure rises and you're pushing roughly at his chest, which once again proves to be futile. “Fucking move, Haechan. I'm not doing this with you.”

His whines soar higher, “But why?! I didn't even really get to see your boobs, please let me see your boobs?” you stop his hand on its way to cup your breasts in mid air. He slumps

“You make me wanna kill myself.” He grumbles before stomping away to rejoin his friends. As Haechan sat down he breathed out heavily before whining, kicking and punching at the air. His friends, seeing nothing new with his tantrum, did not entertain it as they played their games.

Haechan just couldn't understand. He wanted you and, based on everything that transpired, you wanted him. So why not just let it happen?

You were making things too complicated and complicated is not something he enjoyed very much.

Haechan did not grasp onto much but you make it exceptionally clear that you did not want the interaction to be made public knowledge, and he, surprisingly obeyed your wishes. Your only enemy, it seems, were these hangouts Haechan scheduled with his friends. You liked to avoid unnecessary juvenile squabbling when necessary. You had to study instead, until you built the proper revenue to buy an apartment of your own, free from Haechan's provocation.

But you had fallen asleep.

The dusk bleeding into darkness until you were peeling your face off of your Classical lit textbook and nursing a grumbling stomach...

Your ears perked and your stomach sank as you heard boyish laughter bleed in through the cracks of the doorway. They had already arrived and you had zero rations to combat this venomous hunger.

It was guaranteed to be a short and curt journey past the small apartment living room, into the kitchen. A journey whereby you would pray you evade the group of boys invading your shared living room. Or at least one boy in particular...

Had Haechan been a non factor, your anxieties would have been perfectly nullified, but tin the wake of a troublesome post-study hunger, you had no other choice but to venture out into the living room.

You had hope your trip would be a curt one, entertaining not a single, word, jab, or comment as you were on your way to fly to the kitchen. Your feet stopped you before you could make it. Arrested in stark realisation that there is no noise at all. You round the short corner to find Haechan seated patiently on his couch with his hoodie up, tapping away at a mobile game while humming angelically. You immediately noted that he was sober and that set your mild frustrations at ease.

“Oh, hey,” you murmured, before swaying over to the adjoining Kitchen, separated only by a shallow counter. As you stare down at your yoghurt, you miss the way in which Haechan's face snaps up at tye sound of your voice. His feet fly off the coffee table and he rights himself infinitesimally.

“You guys aren't hanging out today?”

“There's a party somewhere on campus,” he switches his phone off and stuffs it into the pocket of his goodies as he shrugs, “Didn't feel like going.”

You walk back into the living room, and Haechan watches as you nod silently before planting yourself on the couch next to him. He's very perceptive and plants a couch cushion behind your back in the process. You realise then that you much preferred him this way.

“I'm having a hard time guaging the fact that you didn't wanna get drunk,” although a short chuckle escapes your lips, Haechan is not laughing. “I don't always think about getting drunk, you know.” The smile disappears from your face automatically as you bring a spoon of yoghurt to your lips.

“Of course… sorry-”

“You have nothing to be sorry about.” Haechan watches your tongue lightly poke out and nip at the yoghurt before lazily bringing his eyes back to you. “If anything, I should be sorry.” An immediate wave of discomfort washed over you when the words left his mouth. So he was aware.

“Drunk Haechan sucks,” he says, “You don't have to make excuses for him.” You're caught in a wave of silence, your yoghourt forgotten on your lap. He wants to pull back but he has your attention now and it's fueling him with all the confidence he needs before he's scooting closer on the couch, until your thigh is directly against his.

“Earlier in the week you asked me what I like about you-”

“Haechan, you don't have to-”

The discomfort bled into embarrassment now and you fought to get up but he placed his hand on yours.

“I don't remember what I said,'' his lips pout lightly as his eyebrows furrow, “I don't know if I said anything at all. I just… want you to know that I wasn't quiet because nothing came to mind. I was speechless because it was like trying to list the stars. Tiring and fucking endless.” He breathed out, before looking away abashedly, “You're a good cook,” he says, “you always make us something to eat for Friday nights. You're so driven, in a way that is equal parts obsessive but also really fucking hot.” Your mouth parts slightly and Haechan's eyes once again lazily drops down to watch them. His voice is airy and loght as he says, “Fuck, and you're so pretty and smart.” He's speaking purely from a place of lust and admiration, which only has you melting further. You much preferred this Haechan.

“You make me feel safe because I know you always have the answers…” You let his words hang stagnant in the air for a while, letting yourself marinate in the pleasure of it, while his own thumb rubs circles around the back of your hand.

“I mean…” The Insecurities were steadily sinking in because by the laws of campus culture, you both were not supposed to be together. Your names were met with different responses and different emotions attached to them. You'd hate his popularity to diminish because of you. Instead of spewing out these words, you only whispered, “Are you sure? I mean, think of what people-”

In a series of swift movements, Haechan's hand cradling your own had gripped down tighter before dragging your hand until it was flush against his bulge. He releases a heavy breath as his eyes fall momentarily shut. Gritting his teeth together as he throws his head back in momentary euphoria as if he had been waiting to do this.

He brushes your hand up and down as he says, “Don't you dare ask me if I'm sure.” He says, unable to stop himself rutting against your hand. A wave of confidence soon falls until you're taking control and crawling your hand up to the waistband of his sweats. He whines in anticipation as you stuff your hand inside until you are cupping his underwear-clad bulge in your open palm. Haechan's eyes are heavy when he swings his head lazily to you, watching you watch his hips lift to graze himself against your hand.

“I need you,” he whispers, before raising a hand, immediately cupping your breasts, “I need you so fucking bad.” He can feel the presume wet the tight constraints of his boxers and he locks his jaw tighter. “I wanna fuck you, Cupcake,” your stomach warms at the reiterating of the nickname he had given you when he was drunk and equally ravenous, “Please let me,” He juts his hips up with every whine that escapes his throat, “Please-”

“I need you too-” before the words even leave your mouth he's lunging at you in a wild kiss. “Fuck, your lips are so soft,” he mumbles before forcing his his thumb into your mouth and watching with heavy eyelids as he lowers you onto the couch. Your jaw goes limp as Haechan, seemingly entranced with swiping his thumb along your wet tongue.

“So warm,” he murmurs as he hovers above you. Haechan lowers himself between your open legs, “Your mouth I'd so fucking pretty, so fucking warm-”

He sounded exactly like he sounded when he was drunk. Sloppy, incoherent and not making much sense. But you could not discount the pool of wetness that glistened your underwear as Haechan continued to play with your tongue.

“Fuck-” He whispers, watching the saliva coat his finger as he unconsciously thrusts his bulge once again into your core. He seems too realise that he hadn't, in fact, pulled his cock out and he curses lightly before hurriedly moving to do just that.

“Your boobs-” He whispers as he pulls his aching cock out, “Please let me see-”

Before the words even leave his mouth you're pulling your shorts and top off swiftly. Haechan immediately doubles over, thrusting into the air once before he's fisting the base of his cock, as if he was on the cusp of cumming.

“F-Fuck, I think I need to fuck you now-” He said, already sinking deep into you. Your moans fight valiantly to drown out his perpetual whines before he buries his face in between your neck and shoulders. He's breathing heavily as he begins to fuck steadily up into you, releasing little melodic ‘hah, hah, hah's as he peels back to look down at you with heavy pussy-drunk eyes.

“Fuck it feels so good, Haechan,” he thrusts harder at that before lowering his lips to your nipple and sucking without ever breaking eye contact. The stimulation from your nipple and the head of his cock bumping into your cervix has your mind spinning with euphoria. You haven't even cum yet but this feels like you're trapped in that same state of pleasure.

“Fuck, baby you're so tight around my cock,’ his breath blows down against your wet nipple and you buck your hips up to meet his thrusts. “If you carry on like this you're gonna make me spill inside you,” you throw your head back, mouth parting even wider as a chorus of moans leave your throat after his sentence.

“F-Fuck you want that? You want me to cum inside you?”

You cannot speak, completely fargone at this point but your cunt still clenching around him is all the answer he needs before he's ramming into you with urgency. “Fuck, you,make me feel so good Cupcake-” He's once again pressing his fingers into your mouth, as of needing to feel the warm wetness just to get off.

He's looking down at you as of you hung the moon, “F-Fuck I'm cumming-” He fights to keep his eyes open and watch you whine around his fingers as your own orgasm crashes in violent succession. You're both fighting to press your hips together, he's fighting to stay inside as an endless string of cum flights to push him out. You're both breathing heavily, both staring into each other's eyes as Haechan pulls his middle and index finger out of your mouth. You're absolutely speechless as he cleans his fingers with his own mouth, all without breaking eye contact.

“I… can't believe I came like that-” You say, eyes caught in a daze.

“Shit- I was supposed to rub your clit, wasn't I?” He's already slipping out of you and craning open your legs.

“N-No, Haechan I came, I promise I came. Fuck-” He's rubbing small circles against your puffy clit, using his cum as lube. “You have no idea how badly I needed you cumminh around my cock like that,” he says before spraying a gentle kiss against your knee. He's playing with your cunt, not to bring you to orgasm, you realise, but unconsciously. “We're boyfriend and girlfriend now, right?”

You snicker lightly before nodding with finality. Thus, as the beginning of a new but interesting dynamic, in which you drove Haechan to study more while he, in the same breath, got you to open up more. He dropped your inhibitions and coaxed you out of your comfort zone…

last young renegade | jjh

summary: your valentine’s day plans with jaehyun may have gone down the drain just a little. (okay — a lot.)

pairing: jaehyun x reader verse: canon, idol!verse rating: t warnings&tags: reader & jaehyun are in an established relationship, quite frankly there is nothing too out of the ordinary in this fic which is a shocker, it’s a rewritten fic so pls excuse any errors I may not have caught! word count: 5.02k

a/n: happy 2024 friends and family !!!!!! and advanced happy birthday to the man who created valentine’s day, he who is perhaps my first love in nct, jaehyun! this is actually just a fic I’ve been hoping to re-write a bit from before, and since it’s valentine’s themed, what better time to post it!! Enjoy enjoy, and may this year bring more fun, laughs, love (and debauchery) to this blog!

Yᴏᴜ sᴀɪᴅ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ sɪᴄᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛɪʀᴇᴅ ᴏғ ɪᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ, ɴɪɢʜᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴀʏ.

♡ jaehyunnie ♡ I know I said birthday dinner but practice is running so late ㅠㅠ ♡ jaehyunnie ♡ Can we meet after? I’m sorry ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ How about I call you when we’re done? Maybe 11:30?

At times like this, you often wonder if it’s all worth it.  

You know thinking that way is counterproductive, not to mention a little unfair. You knew exactly what to expect, getting into an under-wraps relationship with an idol, and so far, it’s lived up to most of your assumptions, and then some. It doesn’t help that Jaehyun, even just by name, tends to attract an unbelievable amount of attention. You know you can’t blame him; it’s not like he wants to be high on the radar every time, either. For some reason, though, you seem to be looking for something or someone to blame, which you also know is a dead end. You have no one to pin the blame onto apart from yourself by frequently generating doubts that keep your mind running around in circles.  

It’s not even the sneaking around that gets tiring; it’s the waiting — waiting on calls, waiting on free time, waiting on a good opportunity to do something that doesn’t involve him suddenly getting pulled out to attend to one of many of his celebrity responsibilities. Over the last few years that you’ve dated, NCT has only ever gotten more popular; with that popularity came the fact that the public eye was trained on them, focusing on every microscopic detail of their lives. Jaehyun hates that more than anything, which is why he’s given up on trying to avoid it by practically escaping it altogether, locking himself up in the dorm with you when he has his precious few days off. 

While it’s true that you definitely don’t miss having to play espionage when going out for a cup of coffee with him, you’ve also managed to memorize every single inch of Jaehyun’s room, which isn’t good for your mentality, you’re pretty sure. You have to keep reminding him to open the window whenever the both of you are in there, because all you do is stay in and watch English movies without subtitles to see who can understand the most without asking questions (obviously, he always wins) while eating food he runs up and down the stairs to get every other hour. And while him trying to imitate the British accents on these shows is genuinely funny, you’re starting to suspect even he’s starting to get tired of watching Harry Potter over and over again. Twenty hours sounds like a long time unless you spend every twenty-hour period you have together marathoning the exact same films. Much to both of your disappointment, your suggestion to watch it totally out of order did not make it cooler.

Still, you suppose it’s not all bad. Jaehyun also taught you how to play Fortnite on a couple of his days off back to back, and while you hadn’t been as good a player as you both had hoped, he’d still patiently waited for you every time you got lost on the map. He’d even given you his account’s password with the sentiment that this was him ‘taking things to the next level with you,’ and you get to log into his account and play whenever you want; he doesn’t even get mad when you’ve wasted all the stuff he’s farmed on your subpar gaming skills. And, well, the bigger picture was that you loved him. Based on how much effort he put into the relationship, plus the bonus of his trust in you when it came to his Fortnite account, you could at least be confident in that he returned the sentiment.  

Except, sometimes, you still wonder if it would be easier for the both of you if he flew solo and didn’t have a girlfriend that tanked all of his player’s ammo and health kits and generally made a fool out of his cute little avatar while he was out breaking his back onstage.  

You aren’t sure if Jaehyun’s been noticing the turmoil in you; you’re not that good at hiding how you feel, anyway, but if he has, he hasn’t said anything thus far. You do observe how much more he texts you when he has free time, which makes you feel doubly bad, because you know that he’s spending precious minutes he could be resting with on talking to you instead, which isn’t the best trade-off for someone who’s constantly busy — and thereby constantly tired — like him.  

♡ jaehyunnie♡ ___________ I’m going to practice again, okay? Wait for my call ㅠㅠ You I’ll wait for your call ♡ ♡ jaehyunnie♡ I love you ㅠㅠㅠㅠ ♡ jaehyunnie♡ You love me too — a lot, right? I’ll keep my phone now, but I’ll make sure to check that you said so. ㅋㅋㅋ You Right! ㅎ I love you a lot! ♡

When the clock hits 12:01, and your phone is silent, your mind starts working on overtime again. It’s only when the special ringtone you’ve set for him comes to life at half-past midnight that you break your train of thought and put on your socks so you can meet Jaehyun at your front door.  

You’ve made a rule — sort of like a deal — between the two of you that apologies aren’t necessary when work holds you up. You’ve cashed in on that deal a couple of times, but you’re both aware that it’s more for Jaehyun’s sake than anything else, and he keeps to his word on that much when you open the door and duck into his car. All he does is smile at you, and you smile back, and for the rest of the car ride, everything seems okay.  

He always asks you about your day — unfailingly, at any chance he can. It’s never an off-handed question, either; Jaehyun takes great pride in his memory, and the sweetest thing about him is that he’s dedicated a good deal of it to knowing almost everything about you. Right now is no different. He asks you about your team manager, what you had for lunch; he grills you on if you took your vitamins today and if you got to break in the new shoes you bought online — the ones you’d been pining over for the last three months. He even asks you about the guy from the neighboring department who keeps asking you out for after-work drinks.  

“He wanted to go to Hongdae tonight,” you tell him as he slows for a red light. “There’s some new pub of his friend’s doing a soft opening there tonight.”  

“You could have gone.” He keeps his eyes on the road. “I wouldn’t have minded.”  

“I didn’t want to.”

“Good.” He glances at you, a grin slowly spreading on his lips. “Because I lied. I might have minded a little. Or, you know, a lot.”  

“Don’t tell me after all these years, you’ve turned into the kind of boyfriend that doesn’t let his girlfriend go out without him.”

“That’s impossible for me, and you know that,” he chuckles. “You can do whatever you want, whenever you want. Just not with that guy from the other department.”

“Don’t worry.” You tinker with the little charm dangling on your phone — half of a flat, metal heart dangling from a gold chain that Jaehyun had given you two years back on your birthday. He keeps the other half, but since he can’t freely attach it to any of his belongings, he keeps it wedged between the back of his phone and its case. You like watching him change the backing because he does it so carefully, like he’s worried the other half of the heart is going to break if he rips off the case willy nilly. “I told him my boyfriend and I were going out on a date tonight, so he backed off. Although he did wonder why I keep talking about a boyfriend he’s never seen.”

“And? What did you say?”

“I said it was none of his damn business.”  

Jaehyun laughs loudly, and you go along with him, but you don’t miss how tired he looks when he sobers down, the green light illuminating all the shadows on his face as he steps on the gas again.

Nothing good is open this late at night — that is, nothing you haven’t seen before. You hadn’t even expected to go out at all, but since it was the day before Valentine’s Day as well as his birthday (or it would have been, if you hadn’t waited until midnight), Jaehyun had wanted to do something special without having to run into a huge crowd of couples on the day itself. Your only option is this from-out-of-town carnival that’s set up in tents and even has a medium-sized ferris wheel by the edge of the metal barricade. The parking lot is practically empty when Jaehyun pulls into a slot; you joke that he should break one rule and park in two slots, which he smugly replies to by saying he couldn’t park badly even if he tried.  

He tucks your hair back behind your ears as he loops the strings of a face mask around them, using another one for himself. Between that and the brim of his cap, you can barely see his eyes. The only knowledge that you have that you’re walking next to the man you love is that he takes your hand in his, slender fingers finding their way between yours.  

The carnival is half-closed when you get to the middle of it; there are still a few stragglers, but half the kiosks have their lights off already. There’s a woman dressed in flashy clothes standing on a patch of dead grass a few feet away, and she’s holding a hoop that a ginger cat is jumping through. Jaehyun steers you to them, and you stand there for a good five minute watching the cat roll on the ground and stand on its hind legs, but you can tell it’s been going it at for most of the day because at one point, it just ignores the lady, opting to weave its way between Jaehyun’s and your legs instead. You do have a pretty good time when he picks it up and cradles it in his arms so you can pet it for a second, but it just hisses when its owner approaches and jumps out of his hold, disappearing behind a row of trash bins.  

Jaehyun doesn’t have anything in his wallet apart from his credit cards and 50,000 won, and the coin machine operator says he only has enough coins left to break down 5,000 won for the games, so you end up having to jog back to his car so you can fish out some coins from inside his glove compartment. You come up with a grand total of 1,500 won, and you have to sheepishly go back to the coin machine operator to change four 100 coins and a couple of 50s just to get the last 500. Jaehyun tells you to hold onto the three coins so he doesn’t run off with them entirely and leave you destitute.  

You learn you can only do three things at most — you dedicate 500 won for the Ferris wheel entry tickets, which leaves you with 500 won each. The both of you agree on choosing one kiosk to play in, and with only about five left that are open, you don’t really have that many options. You end up dragging Jaehyun over to a stall with a pond filled with those magnetic toy fish, but 500 won only gets you one fishing rod. Since it’s your choice, Jaehyun lets you play, but you feel kind of stupid doing it on your own with him just watching you. In the end, he decides to stand behind you, his arms around your waist like he thinks closer contact isn’t even more distracting. You do manage to fish out 10 fish and win a small bear on a keychain. It doesn’t even pass through your hands as Jaehyun takes it from the stall operator immediately. 

“That’s mine!” You whine, reaching out in vain to take it from him; he just holds it high over his head. His eyes are twinkling under the shadow his cap casts over his face. “I worked hard for that.”  

“Let me keep this one,” he mimics the pleading lilt in your voice. “I’ll put it on my bag.”

“You know you can’t! Give it back.”

“I’ll win you a bigger one,” he promises. “Let me keep this one. It’s cute. It reminds me of you. I’ll kiss it goodnight before I sleep.” He starts to laugh softly. “And then you’ll feel this weird spirit kissing you at like two in the morning, and you’ll know it’s me.”  

Your arms aren’t long enough to retrieve it, and you don’t really want to, so you settle with twisting his ear. He takes it in stride even if he over-acts, making pained noises while leading you to the kiosk he wants to go to. It’s a shooting range stall, and he pays his own precious 500 won for a dart gun. He’s barely paying attention when the guy starts explaining how many points are assigned to each balloon color, more concerned with talking to the bear keychain in his hand and pretending like he’s cooing at you. You have to hit him across the shoulder to get him to focus.  

“You need to start picking out what prize you want,” he tells you — the actual you, not the animal keychain version — as he lifts the dart gun.  

“I’ll wait for you to finish first.”  

“No way.” He tilts his head, closing one eye to steady his line of sight. “Pick already. Or just go for the biggest one.”

“You know that Fortnite and dart guns aren’t the same thing, right?”  

“Yeah, but I’m well-motivated.” He grins at you, one eye still shut. He looks like a baby pirate. “Go ahead. Pick the biggest one.”

“Why don’t you just shoot, and we’ll see.”  

“Pick it,” he insists. “Tell me you have faith in me. Tell me you love me.”

“Okay, I love you,” you agree. “But I have no faith in you when it comes to this.”  

“One out of two is fine,” he concedes, taking aim.  

All three of you, including the stall operator, let out a disappointed groan when he misses his first shot. His comes with a sheepish laugh as he reloads, suddenly telling you to pick the second biggest prize instead. You can’t even watch him miss over and over, so you pretend to be interested in a bunch of teenage boys playing a game of cups one stall over, trying not to giggle when you hear him get increasingly more frustrated at himself. When you turn back around, you notice he’s holding two small pieces of gummy candy, offering one to you like a kindergartener. He helps you tug your face mask down so you can eat it.  

There’s a food stall nearby that, thankfully, accepts credit and debit; Jaehyun fishes out his card to get you a corndog — only one because he’s watching his weight for the upcoming concert, apparently. This is information you hate hearing but have no say in, and he knows this; you know he does because he says ‘don’t worry about me’ totally out of the blue, like five minutes after the conversation ceases to be relevant.  

His phone starts ringing when the food comes out, and he takes a tiny bite of it — more bread than hotdog — before he answers. You know it’s Taeyong by the way he answers.  

“Hyung, sorry — can we talk later? I’m out with ____________.”  

Taeyong says something loud but indiscernible on the other end. You piece together that it’s about tomorrow’s schedule when Jaehyun speaks again.

“I know. I’ll be home in a bit; don’t worry about it. I haven’t forgotten.”  

There’s more garbled speech on the other line; Jaehyun gestures for you to keep eating, and you do, but you more concerned with the morphing expressions on his face than you are with the act of chewing. He’s making noncommittal noises in response to what seem to be commands and reminders. You’re pretty much done with the corndog by the time he says ‘Okay, hyung. Hyung — I’ll see you later, okay?’

“Taeyong hyung says hi,” he tells you once he’s hung up the phone. “He says you still need to give back that book you borrowed from him last year.”  

“Oh yeah,” you finish off the last of the food. “I’ll drop it off within the week.”  

“Don’t worry about it. He doesn’t actually mean it.”  

Jaehyun watches you snap the stick in half and toss it in the trash bag.  

“We can go home,” you say finally. His eyebrows shoot up. “You’re busy tomorrow. I forgot.”

“I didn’t forget, and it’s fine.”  

“It’s almost two in the morning.” You check your phone to verify. “You probably have to be up in a few hours. You need to sleep, or you’ll die, Jaehyun. I’m too young to be a grieving widow.”

“Let’s at least ride the Ferris wheel,” he suggests. Before you can protest, he tugs you towards the rickety contraption, digging the 500 won out of your pocket and handing it to the bemused operator. He lets you choose what carriage you want because literally no one is on it anymore, and Jaehyun asks for the best carriage. You’re not sure how it differs from the rest, but he makes a show out of guiding you into it, and you don’t miss the corny ‘my lady,’ he mutters under his breath.   

It’s small, clearly meant for either a tiny group of children or couples who want to be as close together as possible. It’s also not air-conditioned, and only one of the windows is open, so you end up sticking to Jaehyun’s arm on the way up. The view is still great, though, and you feel his hand settle on your knee as the carriage makes it slow ascent.  

The ride up is quiet, and you press your face as close to the glass of the carriage as you dare, but Jaehyun doesn’t move an inch. His hand is still heavy on your thigh, but it doesn’t do anything but lay there. When you’re close to the top, you’re hit with the urge to do something romantic — kiss, maybe, tell him happy birthday, or say ‘I love you’ to him in the most sickening way possible — but when you turn to look at him, you have to hold your tongue.

Jaehyun is asleep, leaning against the corner of the carriage, head tilted down a little. His shoulders are rising and falling slowly, and he’s pulled down his face mask a little so he can breathe better; his lips are slightly parted by the slackening of his jaw. His left hand is shoved in his pocket, like he’d passed out halfway through reaching for something in there.  

He doesn’t wake even when you move slightly so you can lean back next to him, rocking the carriage a little — not even when you reach up and adjust his head so he can rest on your shoulder. He breathes deeply, evenly, and you wonder if his ear against your shoulder allows him to hear your heart plummet unfairly to the bottom of your stomach.  

You have to shake him to rouse him when the ride comes to an end; when he opens his eyes and realizes what happened, he looks mortified. Instinctively, he opens his mouth, but you fling the carriage door open and step out before he can apologize.

You have a deal, and he knows what he shouldn’t be doing.

His grip on your hand is much tighter as you walk back to the parking lot, and he doesn’t let go, even on the road. The trip back is quieter, maybe because it’s late, or maybe because there are a ton of things the both of you want to say but can’t.  

He slows down when he gets to your street, but when he stops in front of your building, he doesn’t immediately unlock the doors to let you out. Instead, he turns to you, licking his lips a little nervously.

“Can you…” he clears his throat because his voice cracks a little on the first attempt. “Can you come back with me? To the dorm?”  

“I have work tomorrow, Jaehyun.”  

“It’s still at eleven, isn’t it? I can bring you home before that. You still have some stuff in my room. You can get ready there.”

“Won’t you be too busy?”  

“Just—” he sighs softly. “Can you? Please?”  

You don’t know how to say no to Jaehyun, and tonight isn’t a night you’re willing to try. It’s why fifteen minutes later, you’re walking through the front door of his dorm. Donghyuck, sitting at his computer in his room with the door ajar, greets you sleepily as you pass by.  

Jaehyun steps in the shower with you; you don’t talk, maybe because you’re worried you might wake the others up if you start a full-blown conversation in a bathroom surrounded by other bedrooms. He just passes you what you need, and you do the same for him, and somewhere in between, he kisses you under the spray of the water.  

Later, he falls asleep with a face mask on, and you have to peel it off for him and toss it into the trash. The tip of his nose is shiny, and you want to kiss it, but you know it’ll wake him, and you noticed he’d set his alarm to go off two hours from now. He’s set out a couple of earplugs for you so that you don’t hear it, but you don’t put them in. You want to see him before he leaves, even if it’s in the deadest hours of morning, so you just crawl into bed with him. A minute before you doze off, you feel his damp skin press against your neck, his form curled up against your back.  

The alarm never wakes you; the sun is out when you open your eyes, and when you check your phone, you see that it’s already half-past nine. You also notice that there’s nothing from Jaehyun on your screen, but you try not to dwell on that, considering that you’d been expecting to wake up to an empty bed. His side of the mattress is cold, which means that he’s been gone for some time.  

You don’t know if it’s just because you’re groggy, but your insides still feel like lead when you sit up. The part of you that nags about this relationship is back at full force when you start thinking about Jaehyun going to a pre-recording two hours after spending the last of his energy on you. You start wondering if you’re doing the right thing if it feels like you’re just dragging him down. Your heart clenches tightly when the worst thought hits — maybe, just maybe, he’s tired of you, too.

But you won’t let him go. More to the point — you can’t. He’s the best part of your life; it’d be a cold day in hell if you decided to leave him.

Even the thought of it makes you feel like dying.  

Then again, this isn’t all up to you.  

You’re rubbing the sleep out of your eyes — and maybe a couple of frustrated tears — when the door creaks open. You see two mugs and his hands before you see the rest of him come through the doorway. Jaehyun whispers a careful good morning as he sets the coffee down on his table, making sure to push his keyboard away to avoid accidents, before sitting down next to you. You notice that there’s an envelope next to one of the mugs; the flap is slightly open, and from under it, a flash of red peeks out.  

His hand finds its way back to your knee — it’s his favorite resting place, he’s told you once. Your lap feels like home, he’d joked. Maybe he touches it every so often because it’s like a reset button for him.  

He doesn’t ask if you slept well, or if you want to get ready before having your coffee, or if you’re okay. He just squeezes your knee a little tighter. It’s you that has to start the conversation this time.

“How did it go?”

“It went great. You’ll see it on TV later tonight,” he starts rubbing your thigh idly. “You’ll watch it later, right?”  

“Of course. I’ll call you and tell you how cool you look.”  

He smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. When you lapse into silence again, it’s because you’re expecting him to say something, but he doesn’t come out with it directly. You try not to let it show that you’re worried, that you’re skeptical, that you’re wondering if he thinks he’s too tired, too busy for this, too.  

You’re expecting him to start how most break-ups start. You know I love you, right? And then the telltale but… would come, and you would have to hold back your tears and smile for him, and tell him you know, and that you understand it isn’t the right time, but maybe one day, someday, when he isn’t everyone’s Jung Jaehyun anymore — only yours.  

“You love me, right?”  

It’s not what you’d been expecting. Nor is it the playful little text he’d sent — no laughs, no jokes. His expression is somber, mouth pressed into a thin line.  

“You know I do.”

“A lot, right?”

“A lot,” you confirm softly.  

“Then whatever it is that you’re thinking about us,” he says quietly. “Don’t. Don’t think it. Don’t do it.”  

“Jaehyun—”

“I know it’s hard,” his fingers dig into your skin a little. “I know I put you through a lot. I know you think that I’m suffering because of this relationship too. I know everything. But whatever you think I’m going to do, I won’t do it — not ever. So if you’re thinking of it too, I’m begging you. Don’t. Please.”  

Maybe he had noticed all this time. A wave of guilt washes over you when you see the pained look on his face; perhaps you were even more transparent than you’d originally thought. You nod slowly to show your understanding, and he continues.  

“I know yesterday wasn’t the best you could have hoped for,” he carefully avoids apologizing, although it’s written all over his features. “For me, too. I… I wanted something different. It’ll be better next time. Do you believe me?”  

You hear him swallow — his nails are biting into your thigh a little, so you have to gently peel his hand off. Your fingers replace it, tightening around his palm as you nod.

“I believe you.”  

“And you trust me, right?”

“With my life.”  

“Then can you put your faith in me right now?” He asks. “Don’t panic. Just — just say yes.”

He pats around his pants, finally deciding to slip his hand into his left-hand pocket. Unlike on the Ferris wheel, he manages to extract something, but he keeps it closed in his fist. It’s shaking a little as he takes your hand in his other one, pressing something small and hard into your palm before he curls your fingers over it. His hold keeps your fist closed as he starts talking.

“It’s not immediate. We’ll figure it out. We’ll tell the right people, and they’ll help us tell everyone else — the public, the press. It doesn’t have to happen right now, or any time soon either— not if you don’t want it to. We can take it slow, or whatever. Anything you want — just as long as it’s with me.”  

“Jaehyun,” you shake your head, a little dizzy. “What are you talking about?”  

He slowly loosens his hold on your fingers, his hand dropping to the same spot on your knee. You’re free to open your fist, and when you do, you can’t help but feel a little stumped.

“I don’t mean now,” he repeats, now sounding doubly worried. “It’s not — It’s just…”  

“You’ll get in trouble. We can’t.”

“I won’t. Not if we do this right. Like I said, we can do it slowly. Months — years, however long it takes to do it well. What it is — it’s just… a promise.”  

“A promise,” you echo. It does have a nice ring to it.  

“That I’m not leaving you. Not ever. And… if you say yes, that you won’t either.”  

Your coffee has probably turned cold. Jaehyun is watching you carefully, looking like he’s trying hard not to bite his lip. You look back down at your hand, and he speaks up again.  

“You know I love you, right?”  

You smile slightly. “No but?”  

“No but,” he agrees.  

The ring fits nicely on your finger; maybe it’s well-measured from the amount of times he’s held your hand tightly in his.  

“Okay, Jaehyun,” you whisper. “I promise.”  

When you place your hand on his, he twists his palm, slender fingers gently twirling the ring around the base of your finger.  

Minutes later, he hands you your coffee. It’s sweet and milky, the way he knows you like it best. When he settles back down on the bed, you notice his eyes travel to your finger again, a small smile playing on his lips.  

Perhaps, in this moment, you finally learn to ask the right questions — not about if it’s worth it, but if he is.  

And in this moment, where he sits in silence with you, the sunlight pouring in from his window hitting the tips of his hair and the end of his nose, with the knowledge that his heart is as full as yours, you come to realize that there can — and never will be — any doubt of that.  

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NCT 127 Couple Costumes scenarios part 1

I know I’m extremely late for Halloween but still wanna post it :D Pure fluff my friends, I’ll post the others as soon as I can.

Taeil, Johnny, Yuta, Doyoung, Mark: Here

Taeyong: Joker

"Y/n-ah!" Your boyfriend Taeyong shouts from the bathroom. You keep looking at the mirror in front of you to fix your first pigtail. Both had decided to wear matching costumes this Halloween, so it was chosen for you to dress up as Harley Quinn and him to dress up as Joker.

"How do I look?" He asks, stepping out of the bathroom. You turn around while doing your second pigtail and gasp.

"How do you manage to look so good in everything!" You whine, and he laughs, moving closer to you.

"I thought the make-up was overdone." He answers with his usual smile, while playing with one of your pigtails. "You look way better, jagi."  He kisses right over the drawn heart on your cheek. You smile, feeling your cheeks turning red. You run a hand through his current green hair for the occasion.

"Should we leave already?" He nods and takes your hand, guiding you to the door.

 Jaehyun: Police

"Shouldn't I put the handcuffs on you? Am I not supposed to have arrested you already?" Jaehyun asks, and you nod.

"I wouldn't be comfortable wearing handcuffs all night, Jae." You answer him. You had dressed up as a criminal, and his costume was a police. Of course, it was a blessing at your eyes to see him dressed up in that way.

"But aegi, you're my prisoner..." You nod once again in disapproval.

"I'll stay beside you, let me live please." He laughs at your words and hugs you.

"Fine, I'll let you be free until we come back... Then I'll handcuff you in bed all night."

Winwin: Doctor

You leave your room to find your boyfriend playing with the stethoscope that comes with his costume. He was using the earbuds while the other end was pressed against his chest.

"I think this really works, love." He mumbles when he notices your presence. He suggested to dress up as a doctor, and you would be his nurse.

"Are you sure? It's just a costume. Did you buy a real one?" You ask him, and he shrugs. He comes closer to you and takes of the earbuds, putting them on you while still pressing the other end on his heart.  As he had said, you could hear his heartbeat through the stethoscope and your mouth falls open. "Oh dear, you bought a real one."

He smiles and takes off the earbuds from your ears and puts them back on himself. He then presses the tip of the stethoscope on your exposed chest, since the upper part of your nurse dress was partially unbuttoned.

"It sounds normal." He says before kissing the tip of your nose. You smile, your cheeks feeling warm. "It went faster." He speaks again, smiling even more.

Jungwoo: Angel

You finish fixing the black halo over your head to end your fallen angel look. Jungwoo and you had decided to both dress up as angels, you choosing a fallen one.

"Woowoo, we have to leave now." He had been standing for at least 15 minutes in front of the mirror to attach the white halo to his choker without success. He looked so adorable, and so innocent dressed all in white. You smiled.

"Yes, yes..." He was too concentrated to pay attention at what you had just said. You couldn't help but laugh at the scene of him fidgeting with the wire, trying to find the spot where to connect it. You move behind him and try taking the wire from his hands to connect it for him, but he wouldn't let go.

"Wait, princess, I almost have it!" He whines.

"You're not even close baby, let me help you or we'll never leave." You answer him. You attach it with ease in a few seconds, and kiss the back of his neck when done. You could see through the mirror how his cheeks slightly turn pink at your action. "All done, let's go."

Haechan: Magician

"It's gonna be hard to get you in my hat." Haechan jokingly says, breaking the silence and slightly moves his hat, part of the magician costume, while looking at you beside him. You both were sitting on the bed, and since he had finished putting on his costume fast, he had watched you prepare yourself for at least 20 minutes more. He chose to go as a magician, and you dressed up as a bunny to complement the costume. You zip up your white boots and stood up.

"Ready! Is it ok?" You turn around, letting him have an all-angles look. He nods, lost in how cute you look in a bunny costume. He gets up to move close and lays his hands on your waist. He then cuddles in the crook of your neck.

"You look stunning, doll." You hug him back, smiling, swaying lightly from side to side.

"We should get going Hyuck, or else we'll be late. We can cuddle as much as you like later".

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