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rockstars gf

nakamoto yuta x f!reader

a/n; the lack of yuta fics on this damn site😒 also this is not idol!au… italics is flashback / backstory

cw: angst / argument, sad themes, break-ups & make-ups, nomin🗣️, fluffy!

summary: your douchey ex has done some soul searching since you last saw him,, ft. mark & taeyong💚

‘don’t put your life on hold for your high school sweetheart’ they said. ‘don’t be so sure high school relationships last forever’ they said. ‘don’t ever think he won’t fuck up’ — something you said to yourself, more than anything.

sat cross legged and frozen in the middle of your dorm bed, you stared at your lover. his annoyingly stoic expression taunted you. how could he say something so crushing in such a blunt fashion.

“you’re fucking kidding, right?” you damn near hissed at him, silently begging for him to burst into laughter. tell you he’s just playing with you, it’s just a stereotype.

he ran a hand through his hair, revealing his rolled eyes under blonde bangs, “baby. is there a problem now?” he sighed. his brows furrowed at you as if he didn’t understand why you wouldn’t be okay with what he just told you. “rock stars have groupies and well.. shit happens. i don’t know.”

you brought up your hands to massage your temples. how is this a real conversation that one has with their long term boyfriend— ‘when i get famous, and i’m on the road, i’ve gotta get it in somehow!’

“that’s the life i’m gonna lead, i’m just letting you know in advance. then you can learn how to fight.” the fact that he was trying to joke around with you after all that only made you seethe.

“yuta, that’s not even funny bro. you’re seriously expecting me to laugh when you’re sitting here dead serious like ‘oh, just a precaution, i might cheat.’”

he rested a hand on your knee, which you swiftly removed. “babe, that’s not even what i’m saying. i’m just saying all this now so that you don’t freak out in the future if a girl falls out of my trailer.”

“oh okay, but how about, just don’t let her in?” you pretended to have some sort of light bulb moment.

“then i’m not a real rockstar.” he shrugged.

this was your final straw.

“yuta get out my room, deadass.”

he threw his head back with a laugh, “aw, come on.”

“up off my bed, and out my room.”

“babe, stop. actually?”

the cocky smile hadn’t left his face, but it was evident in his face that his confidence was faltering. ever so slightly.

“no, ‘cause i’ve actually had enough. you keep talking about ‘oh, i’m gonna be a rockstar, i’m gonna have groupies, i’m gonna drop out,’ and you know what, this are all things that would just put strain on the relationship. more than usual anyway,” you were now physically trying to get him out, “so why not just quit while we’re ahead!” you finished with a harsh push to his chest and he stumbled backwards.

“y/n?”

“because, you know what? i’m not an insecure person, but when i’m hearing from you that you’re gonna drop out and move and i’m hearing from your bum ass friends how often you like to entertain women, honestly, it takes a toll. not gonna lie.”

his smile had fully fallen flat by now.

“so yeah, let’s just quit while we’re ahead.”

yuta had every opportunity to save himself at this point. he could get on his knees and apologise. take it all back, promise to change and be loyal. he could have easily gotten himself out of this hole that he had dug. but he was stupid. overconfident and cocky.

“that’s what you want, huh?”

you jerked your head back in shock, “i—”

“fine then, let’s break up.” he crossed his arms over his chest. “‘cause, that’s what you wanna do, right?”

“you literally started this!”

yuta just rolled his eyes at you. truthfully you were shocked. you expected him to at least fight for the two of you. though his tendencies to flirt around with others bothered you to an extent, you still truly thought there was an air of loyalty there. but apparently not. he was ready to go.

“go home, yuta.”

he slammed the door on his way out and though it wasn’t necessary that loud, the sound rattled through your dorm and your body like a church bell.

tonight was guaranteed to be weird. after your break up with yuta, you had decided to go the dramatic route. you blew off all hang outs and parties and threw yourself completely into your work. maybe it wasn’t that deep, so much that that you ended up losing a few friends over it, but at the end of the day; you came to find out who your true friends were, as well as securing a very good position as manager in a big firm. so the study isolation paid off for the most part.

so when mark lee from your old business class — someone you hadn’t spoken to in years — reached out about a reunion, needless to say, you were startled.

nevertheless, you agreed to it. so now the stench of beer and stale corn chips tickled the inside of your nose as you cracked your back for they third time tonight. fucking bar stools.

“—and then we just started laughing at eachother!” na jaemin’s heavy hand landed on your shoulder, almost knocking you off your stool. he batted his big eyes at you, “y/n, remember? don’t tell me you don’t, oh my god.”

“hm? no, yeah.” you smiled sweetly at him, trying hard to convince him, as well as the handsome stranger he was telling to story to, that you had any idea what he was talking about. “it was crazy.”

the other guy piped up with an incredulous expression, “i bet.”

your attention was momentarily stolen away by yells of excitement coming from mark and taeyong a little further down the bar. you leaned your body to the side to try and get a glimpse of who had just arrived.

tired of watching jaemin and some guy he had just met eye-fucking eachother, you gently elbowed his side, “jaem, someone else just got here. let’s go say hi?”

jaemin nodded at you and rose from his seat, “sorry, jeno, was it? you have my number, yeah? i’ll be here till late!”

you practically dragged him away to where mark and taeyong were sat gushing over some guy. he had a slender frame and a brunette side bang and—

“y/n, hey!” — his name was nakamoto yuta.

you had to stop yourself from saying ‘oh my god.’ as he yanked you into a hug. because what the fuck.

after your fight, you had not spoken to, heard from or even seen yuta since. he dropped out of college to pursue his career at full throttle and as much as you prayed on his downfall, he had become very successful in these past two years.

“god, it’s been a long time.” he smiled down at you. you were speechless.

a harsh poke to the middle of your back from jaemin brought you back to reality, “no, yeah. like, oh my god, yeah. forever.” you were rambling and he squinted his eyes at you, ever so slightly, as if he found your awkwardness endearing.

“wow, this is…” taeyong chucked dryly, “this is a blast from the past— ow!” mark cut him off with a kick to the shin before interrupting.

“no, this is so nice, though. like, almost the whole gang is back together.” he rested his chin in his hand as both jaem and yuta agreed with him. “wait, ty, jaem, come get a drink with me?” he pointed between the three of them and they quickly complied like robots.

“oh, mark, don’t—“ you tried to call mark out on his bullshit but the three of them were already heading for the main bar.

you sighed looking down at your feet. “well. mark’s still.. smooth.”

this made yuta laugh, “mm, yeah. just like old times, huh?”

you raised a brow at him, “pfft.”

“we had fun. didn’t we?” he poked your left shoulder, trying to get some kind of response and you fought hard to not give him a dirty look.

“uhm, yeah.”

his eyes scanned your features, “come outside with me?”

you didn’t exactly know why, but when you looked back up at him, you nodded, following him out into the small beer garden out the back of the bar.

the area was dimly lit with fairy lights and you could just barely see eachother until yuta pulled out a lighter and held it close to his face at the end of a cigarette.

“are you smoking?” he poked the cigarette in your direction and you shook your head.

“nope.” punctuating your short sentence with a pop of the ‘p’.

“do you wanna be?” yuta tilted his head at you with a smirk, he was trying to grab eye contact but you were adamant on not giving in.

“not particularly.”

“huh, okay. you can just watch me then. you used to like doing that.” he smiled at you and there was something suggestive about the way he said it. his delivery, his word choice…

you scrunched your brows together, and bluntly pryed, “are you okay?”

“hm?” — this caught him off guard. only you would be able to tell there was something up. even through all the smiles and nonchalance.

“you’re being a little,” you tried to find a nicer way to say ‘weird’, “overly nice.” — fail. “what’s up with that?”

you finally turned to face him and his cocky expression had since been wiped off his face and replaced with something resembling a sad puppy. it was almost cute.

you tried to save yourself, “not to make things weird, or anything.” little late for that.

yuta stayed quiet, opting to take a drag of his cigarette rather than responding. you looked away from him and up at the colourless sky.

“my grandma passed away a few months ago.”

your body stiffened, “shit.”

his body sagged with a heavy sigh, “yeah. that’s why i’m home. obviously, to see you guys but, i mean, it was definitely big factor regarding my coming here. i needed a hiatus from work.”

you turned your body back to face him, “i’m so sorry, yuta. that’s awful.”

a smile crept it’s way onto his features, “that’s the first time you’ve called me by my name in a long time. feels kinda weird.”

a quiet laugh left you, “well, i’m sorry.”

“no, i liked it. i’ve missed you.” yuta turned to meet your eyes. “i really have, i know that now.”

you couldn’t help but fixate on the last part of his sentence. ‘i know that now.’

“i’ve discovered a lot about myself since last saw you, i think.” he started to fiddle with his hands.

“oh, yeah?”

“the fact that i’m bisexual now.”

“oh, well that’s cute, isn’t it.”

“and that rockstars don’t have to be slutty. it’s actually a choice…” he pretended to get all philosophical about it and you rolled your eyes as dramatically as possible.

“who could have thought.”

“and also, that i’m an idiot.”

you couldn’t help but scrunch your eyes and let out a snort, “yuta, what?”

“you’re laughing but i’m dead serious.” even though he was laughing a little himself, “want me to elaborate?”

you waved your hand at him gesturing for him to carry on, “talk your shit then.”

yuta pushed out a loud exhale.

“you know how close i was with her. grandma dying was heavy on me. it made me think a lot,”

your features softened at him.

“and in all these thoughts running through my mind, i somehow kept settling back on you. how you would treat me if you were here for it, how you would hold me and take care of me. throughout my mourning period when i was looking for refuge or a home in something, i was always brought back to you. i was looking for something that i could only find in you. and i don’t just mean fucking you— i mean being inside your love. like minnie riperton said.”

“pretty sure she was singing about sex, yuta.”

“ah fuck. well, whatever. i needed you. and i’m not saying this to make you feel bad about not being there because your not being there is on me. so yeah,”

the corners of his lips quirked up as he fought off a smile, “i’m an idiot. i shouldn’t have let my ego fuck us both over like that.”

the air suddenly became thin and your eyes started to sting.

“but you wanted to be a ‘rockstar’.” the finger quotes came before you could stop them, “—not to invalidate! it’s a perfectly normal thing to aspire to.”

he laughed at you. imitating your finger quotes, “i could have been a ‘rockstar’ and not been a douche. could have been the first.”

you sighed out in quiet laughter as a tear rolled down your cheek, “hm, yeah.”

the sight of the tears welling up in your eyes made his stomach twist. “hey, please don’t cry.” he held his arms out, “get over here.”

you walked up close to him and dropped your face in the centre of his chest and he wrapped his arms around your waist.

“i’m not even really crying, but you can’t just say all that and not expect a little something to come out.”

his laughter vibrated against your cheek as he rubbed your back. “sorry, mama. that’s just how i feel.”

you sniffed. “i missed you, too, actually.”

“mm?”

“but you did me dirty as fuck.”

he scratched at your back gently, “as we’ve established.”

“but i can forgive you. with some convincing.” you lifted your head from his chest and looked up at him.

“yeah? you know i can do that, baby.”

you scrunched your nose at him, “ew, no, nasty. i mean you can buy me some food. like right now, the bar nuts are trash.”

he chuckled and kissed your nose. “yeah, okay. i can do that too, i guess.”

a high pitched moan [?] shattered your romantic moment. the two of you whipped your heads around to see mark hollering in the doorway while taeyong leaned on him, short of breath from laughing.

“AHHH KIYOWOO. MY PLAN WORKED.”

mark sighed loudly, “argh, fuck… taeyongie, what am i supposed to do.”

taeyong plopped down on the bed next to his roommate, stretching his back across the expanse of it. “uh, maybe just leave her alone? she’s not gonna want to come. especially if he’s there.”

“oh my god, you’re not listening,” mark sighed out in annoyance, “she’s not gonna know he’s there… until he’s there.”

“you’re crazy.”

“swear to you, i’m a genius. when they see eachother, they’re gonna be overwhelmed with old memories and it’s gonna be love at second sight and then we leave them alone to cry into eachothers arms about how in love they are.”

taeyong raised a brow, “old memories of yuta’s cheat warning?”

“bruh, no the good ones. stop dude.”

“whatever. it’s not gonna work.”

mark squinted his eyes at the older man, “trust, it will.”

& did! okay!

a/n; rockstar yuta has me reeling lately

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thank you sm for 20k oh my god😭😭 #blessed

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loser wall

choi san x f!reader

a/n; this picture of him is so work crush… sigh

cw: kinda a crack fic, curse words, (1) dirty joke, logic who?, smut — san eats the cookie, unprotected sex ( zont zo it… ), office sex, vocal san🗣️

summary: wooyoungie thinks you’re too introverted & bets on the fact that you won’t be able to make friends at this office party so you prove him wrong. & then some.

the dark open-office is illuminated various lanterns hanging from the ceiling. not everyone is dancing, but nevertheless, bodies push and shuffle past eachother as people try to navigate the space.

you and your colleague, song mingi, have chosen to stand back from the bustle of the party and just talk amongst eachother. and you wonder why you’re not so popular amongst the others…

loud pop music vibrates the wall you’re leant against. you take a sip of your drink, readying yourself to complain, “this office too damn small. i told joongie we should have rented somewhere out. not like he can’t afford it.”

mingi slowly turns his head in your direction, “joongie?”

“yeah, hongjoong. big boss.”

mingi scoffs, “why do you even call him that? you know he doesn’t like you right?” and you sigh.

“no, mimi, it’s not that he doesn’t like me. that’s just our dynamic. we’re grumpy x sunshine, yknow?”

he groans at the mention of that trope.

“sure.”

the two of you go back to talking shit about the jobs you prayed to secure until another one of your colleagues approaches.

“hey gu— y/n, why are you drinking a can of coke through a straw? there’s literally a hole in the can to drink from.”

“yeah, you know all about hole, don’t you, wooyo?” you raise your hand for mingi to high five but he just looks off to the side and mumbles under his breath.

“cold.”

wooyoung’s face crinkles up at your comment. “wow, okay.”

“yeah, i don’t know, sorry.”

“yknow what, of course it’s you two leant up against the wall like this. zero social skills.“

you laugh but mingi takes it seriously.

“what exactly is that supposed to mean?”

wooyoung comes to stand next to you, joining you and mingi on the newly titled ‘loser wall’.

“i mean, of course it’s nonchalant mingi and quiet y/n up against the loser wall ,while everyone else has fun. i’ll bet you haven’t even spoken to anyone other than eachother.”

“you wanna bet money? because i actually spoke to jongho at the door.” you retort.

“yeah, not what i meant. i mean people you don’t already know.”

mingi pipes up, “well, i spoke to the bartender. turns out it’s not open bar.” he shrugs.

“guys. you come to work in an office full of people every day and all you have is eachother, and me. it’s time to branch out.”

you pretend to think for a second, “mm, no. i like the comfort the loser wall brings me.”

wooyoung just sighs defeatedly. his eyes widen when an idea hits him, “i challenge you.”

the ominous statement pulls a confused hum out of mingi.

“make a different friend, each, tonight. and i’ll give you a dollar.”

you and mingi both answer at the same time,

“just a dollar..?”

“bet!”

wooyoung laughs, “okay okay, mingi you can have the dollar and y/nnie i’ll make it two dollars for you, material girl.”

“pfft, okay deal.”

your hand smoothed down the pinstripe fabric of your pencil skirt as you finally departed from your precious wall. your eyes scanned over the party. who here actually looks approachable?

upon actually looking properly at the people that surround you every day, it was brought to your attention that most of the people you shared the office with were unapproachable, cunty office sirens. and this was the only situation in which that was a bad thing.

after maybe 3 minutes of trying to settle on someone to talk to, you were ready to give up. just the thought of trying to talk to someone as aura-maxed out as park seonghwa sent a shiver up your spine.

you threw your empty coke can and straw in the trash and made a run for the hall where the individual offices were — specifically hongjoong’s. you were sure he would love to hear your little vent right now about how hard it is to make friends in your mid twenties, especially in the workplace and—

thump

you let out a yowl of pain, bringing your hand up to your forehead. the walls that once brought you comfort had stabbed you in the back... or rather, in the front.

but this wasn’t any old wall. it actually wasn’t a wall at all. not a wall, but a man you had just walked into.

“oh shit, sorry.” his hands found the sides of your upper arms. “you okay?”

a man.

“oh my god, hello.” you blinked at the man stood before you. clad in black, thin-framed glasses and a light grey shirt with a darker grey vest over it. his shoulders were broad and wide and the way his shirt stretched ever so slightly around his arms made you feel dizzy.

a pink blush settled on his cheeks. “um, hi.”

“what, um, what are you doing down here.” you looked around the dim hallway to see if anyone else was there.

“hm, i could ask you the same thing.”

“uhhh okay. i came to talk to mr kim… now, what are you doing?”

“no, yeah, i’m lost. looking for a bathroom.”

“lost?” you furrowed your brows at him, “wait are you new?”

he nodded, “mhm.” at you before looking down at his feet.

“ahh, that explains a lot.”

“oh?”

“no, like, i would have noticed you by now. if you weren’t.”

“oh.”

“no! in the sense that—“

the man laughed quietly, “wait, i understand what you’re trying to say. don’t worry.”

you brought two finger to massage your nose bridge out of sheer embarrassment. suddenly, after flickering for a good few seconds, a light bulb lit up in your brain.

“wait, let’s be friends.”

the handsome strangers eyes lit up.

“i feel like that is such a cringey sentence to say but like, yeah, we should make friends. right now. wait, shit, you need the bathroom..”

“no, i didn’t actually need it. i was just gonna kind of… sit. in there.”

you scrunch your brows together. “ew, dude.” you slide your back down the wall and sit on the floor in the barely lit hall.

“i mean, i don’t know anyone yet. so i was just kinda nervous and i needed to go somewhere alone and practice ice breakers. and my names san, by the way.” he crouched to sit next you on the floor.

“wait, aww. that’s kinda me.”

he smiled at your comment, revealing deep dimples in his smooth cheeks. you held out your hand awkwardly to introduce yourself, “now you know one person.” you beamed at him.

“you’re so kind… and like, super outgoing. you probably know everybody here.”

you laugh awkwardly, “pshh. totally.” which makes him laugh.

as your conversation with san progressed, wooyoung’s pestering started to make more and more sense. talking to people was so easy.. you just open your mouth and make sounds. or maybe it was just san who was easy to talk to.

after the initial slightly awkward stage, he started to tell you about loads of different things. where he was from, his cat that he had at home, the job he had before this one. to anyone else, it would look like you’d known him a lot longer than just two hours.

“i don’t know why you didn’t just go in there, you seem pretty confident to me.” you hummed, genuinely confused.

san fixed his glasses, “that’s because i know you now. i don’t know those guys.”

“uh. get to know them. that’s what we just did.”

“yeah, but we had a meet-cute. top five least awkward icebreakers is a meet-cute.”

“just go and bump into somebody else.”

he just raised a brow at you.

“okay, listen. maybe it would be hard to approach some people in there, but you’re cute, so i guarantee you that if you were to walk in there, someone would approach you first.”

san’s eyes widened with a shocked smile, “wait, what?”

“oh, don’t give me the ‘i’m cute?’ right now.”

he dropped his face down into his hands.

“oh my god, breaking news: boss level fine shyt discovers that women are attracted to him. sound the alarm.”

“stop, i’m going red.”

you playfully poke at the hands on his face, “hey, where’d you go? choi san?”

he sighs a muffled, “gimme a minute.” through his hands before taking a deep breath.

“okay so. i’m mildly aware that i may be attractive to some people.”

“right.”

“but hearing that from someone you’re also attracted to feels. very interesting.”

“ouh. slight plot twist there.”

he snickers, “and you’re funny which kind of makes it worse.”

“ew, stop.” you playfully punch him in the side, before looking him in the face again. “wooyoungie’s gonna kill me.”

“who?”

“my friend, wooyoung, he works here. he’ll be pissed that i found you first.”

sans body vibrates with a low chuckle, “he’ll be okay, i’m sure.”

“one can only hope.”

the bustle of the party seems as though it’s fallen silent as you hold eye contact with your handsome stranger acquaintance. heat creeps up your neck as you think of anywhere to look other than his big brown eyes. you find that your vision flicks down to his lips instead. idiot.

his brows raise and he speaks barely above a whisper, “oh. do you wanna kiss me?”

you scoff defensively, “wow, full of yourself much?” and his head jolts back slightly in shock.

“oh, god, i thought—

one of your hands flies up to land on his chest, “no wait, i was kidding, im sorry.”

you suppress your laughter just enough to slot your lips against his. his lips are pillowy soft on yours as he reaches a hand up to the back of your neck. tilting his head slightly, he deepens the kiss, brushing the tip of his tongue across your bottom lip. the party is almost, almost forgotten and your hands find their way to the back of his head but as soon as you scratch your nails across his scalp — he lets out a low whine and you immediately pull away.

he wipes his mouth with worried eyes, “what?”

“you just reminded me that civilisation is literally a few feet down the hallway.”

“ohh. sorry.” he rubs the back of his neck, shyly.

“it’s cool but let’s move.” you push up onto your feet, smoothing down your skirt once again and grabbing san’s hand to help him up. keeping hold of his hand, you lead him to the doorway of an empty office at the end of the hall, standing behind him and pushing him in, “are we stopping?”

“go in here.”

you shut and locked the door behind you, immediately cupping his face and bringing his lips back down to yours. san hums into the kiss at the feeling of your hands all over his body. he moves his hands up to your hips and starts pushing you backwards into the desk.

“this is so hot.. you’re so hot.” he mumbles in between kisses.

his lips move away from yours onto your neck as he lifts you onto the desk. your head lolls back and you whine from the feel of his tongue against your skin.

“wait..” you pat his shoulder and he pulls away immediately, pupils blown out with lust. “i want you to fuck me.”

if it was even possible, the tips of sans ears became even more red.

“can, uhm— can i eat you out? first?” he furrows his brows at you, “please.”

you nod your head at him and he immediately sinks down to his knees, sliding off your heels and pulling down your stockings. his lips latch onto your thighs, desperately sucking and kissing all over and fighting with his moral compass on whether to leave marks or not. your hands find home in his brown locks, tugging when his nose nudges your clit over your panties.

“you smell so fucking good. can i take this off.” he pulls at the hem of your underwear.

you nod again, “mhm.” and he drags them down your soft legs, agonisingly slowly.

“holy shit, you’re wet.” his thumb swipes over your pussy making you twitch, “is this from kissing me? or being scared we might get caught?”

san doesn’t allow you the time to respond before he presses a sloppy kiss to your cunt pulling a low whine from your throat. his tongue flattened against your pussy as he lifted your thighs upwards to get a better angle. san was a messy eater, drooling and moaning into your pussy until your thighs started to quiver around his head. the lewd sounds of his lips slurping at your core only brought you closer to the edge but he pulled away with a gasp resting his forehead on your inner thigh.

“oh, are you okay? san?” you pushed some sweaty strands of hair out of his face.

“i can’t— if i kept going i would have cum in my pants. need to fuck you.” he panted quietly and you looked up at the ceiling.

“oh, i’ve won.”

he looked up from between your legs, “hm?”

“hm? no, nothing nothing. come back up here.”

he quickly unzipped his pants and glided his fist up his shaft a couple of times before lining up with your pussy.

“you okay?” he asked you with a reassuring rub of his hand against your hip and you nodded for him to to slide in.

“mmfuck..” his head dropped down onto your shoulder as he pushed into you, “you’re so tight.”

the wetness from him eating your pussy made it easy for him to slide in and easier for him to start moving. he started to thrust into you fast, “we can’t stay in here for long so i need you to, please, cum for me. soon.”

you could only nod with your bottom lip trapped between your teeth while you tried not to moan. the sound of your hips clapping together bounced of the wall as well as the echo of your gasps.

one of san hands reached down to the space between you to rub your clit, “come on, get close for me, baby.” his thrusts started to become uncoordinated.

“s’gonna make me cum if you cum for me first.” he whined into your neck and this pushed you over the edge. you wrapped your legs around his torso as he braced himself on the desk behind you. san’s orgasm washed over him in a series of whimpers from trying to keep as quiet as possible.

you hold onto his shoulder, “wait, keep it in for a sec. i don’t wanna make a mess.” which makes him twitch inside you.

his heavy breath is warm against your shoulder, “is this your office?” — silence.

then the two of you burst out laughing. because…. no.

“that’s fucked.”

your laughter comes to a sudden halt when footsteps can be heard ascending up the hallway.

“oh my god, grab shit off the floor and go behind the couch.” you start shuffling across the floor and make it behind the office couch just before the footsteps pause before the door of the office you’re in. typical.

“oh, it smells funny as fuck in here.” — park seonghwa. “goddamn.”

after wafting at the air for a second and fixing his bangs, he sighs. “so this is my new office… hmm…”

and you have to bury your face in san’s shoulder to stifle your laughter.

seonghwa stalks towards the door again, pausing to whisper, “this is the life.” before making his way back out.

“ouwf, drama king.” you rifled around in the back of your skirt, pulling out your phone and san raises his brows at you.

“wait, what are you doing?” he leans over your shoulder slightly.

“telling wooyoungie i made a friend.”

“holy shit..” san turns away to stare into space.

“no, stop, it’s like a dare. it’s a whole thing.”

“no, yeah, of course.”

a/n; seonghwa is so girl who’s going to be okay… bless him

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i’ve been thinking too hard

cw; smut — finger sucking, riding, “princess” pet name

you've caught your man in one of his romantic, loved up moods. like he doesn't quite want to wreck you or ruin you tonight. just wants to feel you.

so, the room is dim and candles are littered around on every surface. the two of you we're sat in the middle of the huge bed and facing eachother. think lotus position but he's not inside you just yet.

the candlelight makes his light hair look golden as he looks at you with nothing but adoration in his eyes. he kisses the corner of your mouth and brushes his nose against yours affectionately.

"you know that i love you, right?" he raises his brows expectantly and you nod.

he brings one of your manicured hands up to his lips. ever so softly kissing the pad of your pinky, kissing the pad of your ring finger and then closing his warm mouth around the middle. dragging his tongue and lips upwards he smiles around the tip of your finger, biting gently.

you pull your hand out of his grasp and gently pat his face twice. "you're dirty."

he just responds with a wink and cranes his finger under your chin, "c'mere." and slots his plush lips against yours. he starts out relatively tame. pushing soft pecks to your lips while his hands roam up your naked back, but the closer he pulls you into him, the more his hunger increases.

seemingly, his lips open a little wider with each kiss until you find yourself sucking his tongue into your mouth. each time his tongue makes contact with yours, a contented moan leaves him. it's music to your ears.

his hands slide down to your lower back, pushing at your butt and patting you a few times. you know what he wants you to do but you want to hear him say it.

"need you to sit on me. come sit on this dick, pretty." he furrows his brows at you and you feel heat rush to your pussy at the sight.

you get up on your knees so that you're hovering over his hard dick. he uses his left hand to lean back on while the right finds its place on your lower back. you slide onto him with ease making him let out a hiss followed by a shameless moan. he’s never been afraid to be loud with you.

you find a steady pace, rolling your hips forward into his. swallowing all his whines into chaste kisses as you tugged his soft locks. but the slow and sensual pace was becoming unbearable to him.

he breaks the kiss with a teasing lick against your lips as he lowers himself onto his back gripping tightly onto your hips.

wordlessly, he starts to piston his hips harshly into your, making you cry out. he lets out an obscene groan,

"mmph, tried to be gentle with you. your pussy's so good i can't even hold back." he plants his heels into the mattress in aims of fucking you with more accuracy, "feel good, princess?"

you dig your nails into his chest. the rate he has you bouncing on him makes it hard for you to respond in anything other than gasps and whimpers.

"yeah, i know it does. i'm fucking you dumb, huh? fucking you so good, you can't even speak." his knuckles turn white against your hips.

he makes an effort to start rubbing your clit when he feels your thighs clenching around him and your orgasm rattles through you so intensely that it almost spurs on his own.

when he gets close, he doesn't have to tell you. you can feel him twitch and throb with each drag of his dick against your g-spot. you feel his long arms wrap fully around your waist to pull you down onto him as his pants get increasingly more shallow and raspy.

"ah, shit— wait, baby, i'm gonna cum."

you take this as a warning, sliding off of him and immediately getting on your knees to jerk him off. the flick of your wrist as you slide your fist up his shaft makes his body twist in pleasure. he finishes by shooting ropes of thick cum against your naked chest.

NAKAMOTO YUTA, lee taeyong, lee jeno, LEE MINHO, seo changbin, JUNG WOOYOUNG, song mingi, LEE HEESEUNG, sim jaeyun

a/n; b don’t write a creampie challenge: SUCEEDED!🎉

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go ahead and flake on me, flaker.

spiderman!mark lee x f!reader

a/n; this is low-key inspired by my crush augustinthewinter oops

cw: curse words, kissing, nomin

summary: markie’s acting so strange lately… he keeps flaking out on me

you stared at yourself in the mirror as you got ready to go. yanking a long sleeve over your head and being sure to smooth your hair down after. you breathed out a heavy exhale. today was hyuck’s birthday party that you had organised and it had to be perfect.

your attention was dragged away from figuring out whether one of your eyes is bigger than the other by the buzz of your phone against the nightstand.

markly is calling

you pressed accept and put it on speaker before making your way to your dressing table. “what is upp?” you chirped, slathering your face in some spf moisturiser.

“hey, y/n. you almost ready to go?”

“yup, i’m coming down soon.”

“bet, i’m outside.”

after quickly doing your lip combo and sliding on your converse, you made your way down to mark’s car. though you liked to consider yourself an overly organised person, there were still a few things that you needed to pick up before the party which was now in 2 hours. basically no time.

mark was silent the whole ride. which would’ve been relatively normal if he wasn’t literally mark lee.

you gently poked his thigh over the console. “you good?”

he just nodded, “mhm.” never taking his eyes off the road.

when you pulled into the target parking lot, mark looked around, hesitating to get out of the car, like he was waiting for you to leave first.

“uhh, we not going in?” your brows furrowed.

mark looked around awkwardly, “oh uh, you go ahead. i kinda wanted to stay and listen to the radio. i'm really into the news lately.. yeah.” he scratched the back of his neck.

you squinted your eyes at him for a second, “yeahh, okay. well, i'm only getting candles so hang in there until then.” he shot you an awkward smile before you got out of the car, heading for the store

mark had been acting super.. odd, lately. he could hardly ever hang out anymore, and when he finally could, he would always make up some dumb excuse for why he had to dip out early. it was starting to become pretty obvious that something was going on.

after your little target run and a 15 second staring contest after mark frantically turned off the radio, he drove you back to his apartment where you found hyuck waiting on the couch.

“haechannie!” you ran to the couch, damn near jumping into his arms and wrapping him in a bear hug, “happy birthday, cutie.”

hyuck let out an excited noise muffled by your arm around him. you pulled away from him, “oh, sorry dude.”

he spat out some of the fluff from your sweater, “it’s cool. it’s my birthday, so! literally nothing could annoy me today.”

you smiled widely at his excitement. seeing him happy brought a great deal of warmth to your heart. you sat down next to him on the couch and the two of you started to talk about the party and how excited you both were while mark busied himself in the kitchen, unpacking your target haul which turned out to be way more than just candles.

you stayed on the couch with hyuck, watching as he bounced up and down slightly with excitement. “i can't wait for everyone to get here,” he moved his hand to rest on your arm, “especially since jaem texted me that he and jeno are bringing me something ‘special’.”

you raised an eyebrow at him, “hello? special like what?”

“mm, special like expensive..” he flopped back dramatically against the couch cushions, “they both work at that fancy place in manhattan now, so they can afford to spoil me properly.”

“jesus, haechan.” you laughed at him.

you heard the sound of mark dropping something followed by a quiet curse from the kitchen and whipped your head in his direction but hyuck just waved his hand dismissively. “he's fine, he's fine. hey, did you call everyone to remind them about presents? because I swear if johnny shows up empty handed again-“

“uh no, no, not yet.” you scrunched your brows over at the kitchen before turning back to hyuck and lowering your voice slightly. “hey, is it just me or is mark being kind of... weird today? and like, every day this week.”

hyuck peeked over the couch at mark pacing for a moment before he shrugged, “um. no. don’t worry about it, though, party’s in like 40 minutes. get excited again!”

you pushed yourself off the couch, ignoring hyuck's dramatic protests for you to stay as you made your way to the kitchen. mark was hunched over his phone, seemingly studying apple maps with intense focus. you leaned against the counter, watching him for a moment.

“you good? you seem off.”

mark jolted up, “shit- oh, hey,” he straightened his posture, rubbing the back of his head. his eyes darted around the kitchen, not quite meeting yours. “just, uh, making sure everything's organised. you know how hyuck gets about this stuff.”

you squinted at him. that was definitely a lie — hyuck couldn't care less about party organization as long as there’s booze. before you could call him out on it, mark's phone buzzed. he grabbed it so quickly he almost dropped it, glancing at the screen with an expression you couldn't quite read.

“i gotta- there's something i need to...” he gestured vaguely towards the door, already backing towards it.

“mark, bro!”

“gimme 10 minutes.” he pleaded, and just like that, he was gone, leaving you standing in the kitchen surrounded by half-unpacked target bags. “fuck me, dude.”

you sighed, turning your attention to the scattered grocery bags. whatever was going on with mark had to wait — you had a party to set up. you pulled out the some fairy lights, arranging them strategically around the living room while hyuck provided unhelpful commentary from his spot on the couch.

“a little to the left- no, no, my left- no, wait, the first spot was better...”

“aye, cut it out, haechan. it's your birthday, not your interior design debut,” you teased and he just pouted in response.

as much as you tried to occupy yourself, you couldn't help but be painfully aware of mark's absence. usually he'd be right there with you, probably tangling up the lights or making terrible puns about the party supplies.

“y/nnie, the streamers are crooked!”

“dude.” you turned to face him, you placed a hand on your hip, “since you're such an expert on crooked streamers, why don't you get off your butt and come help me?”

he clutched his pearls, “but i’m the birthday boy.. i'm supposed to be lounging and being waited on.”

“you can lounge at your birthday party.” you grabbed a pack of balloons and tossed them at him. he caught them with a whine but finally got up from the couch.

as you worked together, hyuck's presence made it easier to ignore the nagging worry about mark's disappearance. the two of you fell into an easy rhythm; you hanging decorations while hyuck attempted — and mostly failed — to blow up balloons without getting light-headed.

"haechan, your face is turning the same color as those balloons." you laughed out.

“bro, i swear there’s something wrong with them.” he huffed, out of breath.

“out of breath from blowing balloons is crazy, actually.” you laughed out.

you pulled out your phone while hyuck continued his dramatic balloon-related suffering on the floor. scrolling through your recent calls, you hit renjun's number.

“hello?” renjun's voice crackled through the speaker.

“hii, just checking you guys are almost ready. and uh, bringing presents?” you put the phone on speaker so hyuck could hear.

“yeah, we're getting ready now. jaemin's been wrapping the same gift for like an hour because he keeps messing up the corners.”

“it needs to be perfect!” you heard jaemin yell in the background.

“it's just gonna get ripped open anyway,” jeno's voice chimed in, followed by what sounded like jaemin throwing something at him.

“we're already together, so we can leave pretty soon” renjun explained. “and jeno and jaemin are acting like an old married couple, as per usual.”

“no, we’re not!” jeno protested.

“sure, man.” renjun chuckled. “anyway, we'll be there in like an hour. just gotta pry these two apart first.”

“kay, bye.” you squeaked, hanging up the phone.

you walked around the apartment, scrutinizing every detail. the fairy lights cast a warm glow across the room, and despite hyuck's earlier complaints, the streamers looked perfectly fine. the snacks were nicely arranged on the coffee table, and you'd managed to create a decent photo backdrop on one wall with some of the balloons.

“wait, everything looks so good…” you whispered, more to yourself than to hyuck, who was back sprawled across the couch scrolling through his phone. “it’d be nice if mark was actually was here to see it.” you sighed.

“trust, he’ll be back,” hyuck said without looking up, completely unbothered. “he always comes back.”

something about the way he said it made you pause. because what does that even mean… it wasn't just casual reassurance — it sounded like he knew something you didn't.

you decided to freshen up before everyone arrived, heading to your room where you'd laid out your outfit on the bed.

“y/n! jaemin just texted, they're like ten minutes away!” hyuck called through the door. “please tell me you're not going to take forever to get ready!"

“yeah yeah.” you called back. you changed into your outfit — a cute black top with a matching midi-skirt that made you feel confident despite the weird energy of the evening.

you gave yourself one last glance in the mirror before hurrying out to join hyuck. just in time too because as soon as you came out, the doorbell rang and hyuck almost face-planted trying to answer it.

“happy birthday!” three voices chorused as soon as the door swung open. renjun, jeno, and jaemin piled in, arms loaded with presents and various snacks.

“jesus, jaem, is that what took you so long?” you laughed, eyeing jaemin's impossibly pristine gift wrapping.

“listen. i don’t play.” jaemin defended himself.

“no, yeah. ‘course.” you blinked and jeno's face just scrunched up.

renjun piped up, “hey, where's mark? usually he's the one opening the door looking stressed about party logistics.”

you felt your smile falter ever so slightly. “oh, he's just... running an errand. i don’t know.”

“what a host.” he raised an eyebrow and you just sighed.

before you could respond, more guests started arriving, saving you from having to explain mark's mysterious absence.

the party was in full swing now, music vibrating through the apartment as you gathered everyone together near the balloon backdrop you'd set up earlier.

“okay, haechannie, you go in the middle!” you directed, watching as he immediately started posing while everyone shuffled around him. he had definitely rehearsed.

“na jaemin, stop fixing your hair, it looks fine.” jeno tried to push jaemin’s hands away from his bangs.

“that's what you think,” jaemin muttered, but finally dropped his hands.

you set up your phone timer and rushed to join the group, squeezing in between renjun and hyuck. the photos came out cute — everyone laughing and making silly faces and then jeno somehow managing to look like he was on a magazine cover.

but as you flicked through them, each one felt incomplete. it was painfully obvious that mark was missing. you glanced at the time — he'd been gone for over an hour now.

“okay, okay, let's take some silly ones!" hyuck suggested and jeno groaned.

“christ.”

— but you were already backing away from the group. “i gotta use the bathroom real quick,” you said, heading down the hallway.

you reached for the bathroom door handle, pushing it open without thinking — only to hear a startled “privacy, pri- i’m in here!”

“shit, sorry.” you caught a glimpse of familiar dark head of hair and what looked like red spandex before you instinctively slammed the door shut.

wait…

you reopened the door just enough to slip inside — and make sure no one sees the butt ass naked mark in the bathroom — closing it quickly behind you.

mark stood there frozen, in only his boxers and a spider-man mask dangling from one hand.

“dude, i can explain-“ he started.

“go ahead.” you cut him off, keeping your voice low despite the music muffling any chance of being overheard.

“because i've been worried sick about you disappearing all evening, and now I find you in here..” you waved your hands in his general direction, “doing whatever you’re doing. wait, what the hell are you doing..?”

mark cringed, hyper-aware of the situation he was in. “you found me!”

“what are you actually doing right now.”

“hide and seek?” he looked like he didn’t even believe the reason he just gave.

“okay, enough of the excuses now. like for real. cause i’ve been really worried about you these past few months because you keep going missing and you just brush it off every time. i know you’ve been lying to me. what is up with that?”

his expression became serious, “y/n, i’ve hated lying to you. every time i had to come up with some shitty excuse, i’ve felt awful.”

“you never had to lie about anything, mark. i’m your best friend, you’re just supposed to tell me.” you frowned at him and he could have sworn he heard his heart shatter.

“it's not- I just- I had to...” he trailed off, running a hand through his disheveled hair and taking a deep breath. “there was this thing downtown, and i mean, i couldn't exactly tell you-“

“tell me what, mark?” you stepped closer, arms crossed. “another shitty excuse? that all your disappearances were because you- you’re-“ you glanced down at mask in his hand before he swiftly threw it across the floor.

you froze, pointing at him, “woah. no. pick that up.”

“y/n. chill on me.”

“mark lee.”

“okay, hear me out,” he pleaded, “remember that ski trip? with hyuck and renjun? when that huge like— snow, monster.. thing attacked us all. but then he showed up?”

you frowned, remembering the terrifying incident. “uh, yeah, it was scary as fuck. but like, what does that have to do with anything?“

“you said you owed him your life,” mark continued softly, “and you screamed in his ear. super fucking loud.” he subconsciously rubbed his own ear.

you looked off to the side and scoffed, “acting like you were there. you literally pussied out as soon as it showed up.”

“trust me i was. i know that after he pulled you out of the way, you immediately started crying. you were wearing that blue ski jacket with the fuzzy hood, and you had snow in your hair, and-“

your eyes slowly widened as you connected the dots in your head. “shut up..” you whispered. “you’re him?”

mark flushed slightly, holding his arms out, “i meannn…”

“mark lee saved my life..?”

“yo, that’s crazy.” he brought his fingers up to his lips as if he was in deep thought, “like when you put it like that, that sounds cra-“

you cut him off by leaning in and softly pressing your lips to his, wrapping your arms around his neck. his hands found home on your lower back as he sighed into the kiss. a noise that brought you back to reality.

you pulled away, “wait, shit! oh my god, i’m sorry. i didn’t even ask-“

“no, it’s okay! i- uhm, i kind of wanted you to do that.. i don’t know.” he looks downwards.

“oh, purr.”

“wait— did you just kiss me ‘cus i’m a superhero? ‘cause that’s literally fine, but like-“

“god, mark, no. i’ve kind of liked you for a while. i guess the fact that you literally helped me escape death really solidified it for me. i don’t know..” you shrugged.

he looked at you with warm expression before realisation hit him and his eyes widened, “yo, i’m literally naked…”

you laugh at him, “oh yeah, i lowkey forgot.” you turn around allowing him to start dressing. “y’know, this actually explains a lot.”

he scoffed, “pfft. what do you mean?”

“your excuses were ass. it was only a matter of time till i found out.”

“what? no.. i was so stealthy.”

you laughed at him, “sure, mark. i-

you were interrupted by loud banging on the door. both you and mark flinched.

“Y/N Y/L/N! I KNOW YOU’RE NOT POOPING AT MY BIRTHDAY PARTY.”

you slowly opened the door, “hi, haechannie…”

“ew, no i can smell it. i can’t believe you’d do this to me—” he frowned and you rolled your eyes.

“no one’s pooping, hyuck. don’t be dramatic.”

“huh. well- oh hello. why are you in the bathroom with mark? and you did it at my birthday dinner…”

“girl stop. mark just got here actually.” she turned to look at him, unsure of how to explain. all he could do is hold up a hand to wave awkwardly, “hey man.”

“mm yeah. nice of you to swing by, mark.” hyuck raised a brow at him. how’d you sneak past the door? you’re so sneaky, like, uhh… like a bug.” he raised his brow once again. “huh, mark?”

mark just looked from side to side, “what are you saying to me right now?”

a/n; takes a long nap…….. this came to me in a hallucination

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20 days since i received an ask request.. starting to feel the effects 😓

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bf!haechan drabble ⬂

boyfriend!haechan x f!reader

a/n; i see so much dom!haechan on here and like maybe he would try buttt idk. sorry dom!hyuck truthers, i respect it but it’s not me.🙂‍↔️

cw: kinda established relationship, curse words ruh roh, pwop (porn without plot.. eish sorry guys), smut — cocky haechan -> needy haechan, raw next question (wrap it up 🗣️), missionary, he finishes inside .

summary: haechi said he can be dominant…

bf!haechan has you laid in the centre of your shared bed, stark naked and looking up at him. he’s knelt between your legs. one hand is at the base of his dick, the other tightly gripping your waist. haechan teasingly taps his tip against your clit.

“you want this, pretty?” he smirks down at you.

you just beam up at him with a slight mischief in your eyes. you opted not to answer.

“yeah, you want this.”

he rubs his length up and down your pussy, coating his shaft in your slick. you don’t miss the shaky sigh he lets out. he’s already breaking— but you’ll ignore it for now.

you both let out a gasp as he pushes in, gently.

“f-fuck, jagiya. so wet for me, huh?” he swipes a thumb over your clit and you nod up at him, catching your bottom lip in your teeth.

haechan starts to move his hips slowly, bottoming out with each thrust as you grab at his bicep.

“shit, baby, that feels good.” you whine up at him and he smirks.

“yeah?”

i’m so in control he thinks.

“can- uhm, can you lift this leg for me?”

the tightening of your walls around him makes him stumble over his words. he taps your thigh with the palm of his hand. to assert dominance or.. something.

“you’re so bad at being bossy when you’re like this.” you let out an airy giggle and he attempts at an annoyed eye roll.

“ugh, well. you’re so g-good at being—“ he cuts himself off with a whine and you laugh again. “i’m just tryna hit it deeper for you.”

“you can’t move a little faster, baby? you’re fucking me so good, i need it faster.”

he lowers himself onto his elbows so that he can kiss you comfortably. now he’s the one choosing not to reply. not that he could coherently if he tried.

he starts to thrust into you faster, the sound of slapping skin and haechan’s low moans filling the room.

“shit, mama.. so tight around me.”

the repeated drag of his dick against your g-spot knocking the air out of your lungs, all you can do is moan in response and wrap your arm around his neck as he starts to press wet kisses to yours.

“tell me you’re close? need to hear it.” his breath is hot and ragged in the crook of your neck.

“mhm, don’t stop haechan, i’m almost there.” you whimper.

his thrusts become shallow and uncoordinated. you can feel him grinding against you and the friction makes your legs shake.

“baby.. baby, fuck.” he’s fully moaning now. can’t help it. the harder he goes, the faster he goes — the harder it becomes for him to keep his composure.

“mmph.. come for me? can you come for me, jagiya?” he whines pressing his lips to yours, eyes screwed shut.

you wrap your legs round his waist, “mhm.” and with your confirmation, his hips stutter against yours.

“‘m cumming. ugh, fuck! cumming in you, baby.” he whines as your pussy spasms around him. you then feel the weight of his body settle against your chest. “shit..”

“‘i can be dominant’” you wave your finger quotes up at the ceiling before bringing your hand down to cup his face, “so cute.”

“mhm.” he just sighs and pushes his face deeper into your palm, doesn’t even know what he’s agreeing to.

“you tired?” you scratch your nails against his scalp.

“mm.” he barely nods against your chest andd he’s asleep. cute shyt..😒

a/n; ya idk why but my brain can’t comprehend it lmao

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bf!dreamies as text message memes from pinterest 🥸

nct dream x reader

a/n; why were these lowk hard to find…

cw: one (1) naughty word😬

summary: things dreamies would say

honourable mentions ⬂

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secret bf!yuta ⬂

nct 127 x f!reader, yuta nakamoto x f!reader

a/n; self indulgent, slice of life ahh post🥸

cw: y/n lowk not even here like imagine this is an episode of a tv show, haechan being a freak, haechi’s ego😓, mentions of a kiss uh oh!

summary: mark and haechan are both interested. little do they know, you already have a man…

johnny fills his glass with water from the fridge’s dispenser and leans against the kitchen counter — he’s people watching. today’s victims? mark and haechan. a classic.

the two of them are always fighting and bickering about something and more often than not, it proves to be pretty interesting. always stolen clothes; stolen food, cheating in video games— generally useless shit. but they make it interesting. johnny sips at his water, quietly waiting to cut in with a sarcastic comment and then leave.

but, today they were fighting about something new. something rather sensitive or rather, someone.

“—i’m just saying, whenever she comes over, she’s all over me. like she wants me or something,” hyuck runs a hand through his honey brown hair, “and who am i to deny her what she wants.” — this makes mark scoff. and ‘all over him’ is a massive over statement, he thinks, you’re just super polite.

“dude, you make it weird. and i’ve literally known her longer so…”

hyuck blinks, “hmm, i think you’re jealous.”

“bro.”

you were a friend of mark’s. you had met him in your college’s food hall when he let you cut in line. ‘cause he thought you were pretty. you’d become close with him from then on because he was easy to talk to, and therefore easy to become friends with. but when he started bringing you around his friends, to the dorm, he realised— he’s not the only one who finds you pretty.

when you came over the first time; as soon as you left, everyone had something to say.

“she’s so pretty, mark.” “where’d you meet her, mark.” “she got a boyfriend?” …

so back to the little spat— “you think every girl likes you, hyuck.” mark sighs turning his head away and hyuck grabs his shoulder, shaking it a little, “well, i’m usually right.” and mark shakes him off, hyuck just laughs at him.

yuta walks into the kitchen furrowing his brows over at the commotion from the couch and then turning to see a zoned-out johnny.

“you’re going to drop that glass.” he flattens his lips into a straight line, matter-of-factly.

“hm?”

“what are they fighting about this time?” nods a dirty-blonde head of hair over to a giddy haechan shaking mark around and laughing in his face.

johnny itches the back of his head, “hm? oh, i think y/n.” how long have i been stood here?

yuta startles johnny out of his confused with a poorly stifled laugh, “really, what about her?”

“think they like her.”

“well. i think she likes me.” he smugly crosses his arms over his chest and johnny whips his head to the side of him, “huh? you’re just like them, man.” he pats him on the back, almost pitifully, but yuta shakes him off.

“nuh uh. i have solid evidence, actually.”

“pray tell?”

“she told me she likes me the most.”

“sure.” johnny snickers looking back at a now pleading haechan, trying to get mark to stop ignoring him.

“mhm, with her lips.” yuta smirks and johnny raises a brow.

“oh?”

“on my lips.”

“OOOOHHHH.” johnny pushes his back up off the counter and catches the attention of markhyuck.

“what?” they both say at the exact same time and yuta just smiles widely at them.

mark frowns and turns to hyuck, “i think he’s plotting against us.”

yuta just laughs and leaves the kitchen.

a/n; waaahh he’s a meanie. okok so i love slice of life anime’s and sitcoms and stuff and so, this came to me while i was washing the dishes,, hope you enjoy😴 anyways if i don’t marry him ill die so someone better do something quick

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between me & u

mark lee x f!reader

a/n; mark lee fine ash waitttt😛 also,, too long to be a drabble???? shh pretty girl , no it’s not…

cw: break up, smut — break up sex, riding (not intricately described at all), cheating, toxic, mark lowkey a d-bag 😬

summary: ex!mark lee is still obsessed with you

when you started dating dating mark, you sort of knew what you were getting into. global superstar, super busy, super attractive. you should have known you were never going to get his full, undivided attention. however, at the time when you were new to each other, none of that seemed to matter.

early days of your relationship, you were both smitten; couldn’t get enough of eachother. it was classic honeymoon phase. always kissing n hugging, hanging out very day, dramatic professions of love; the whole deal. but the more invested you started to get in your relationship, the more aware you became of the never-ending attention he received from countless women all over the world. which lead to fights… a lot of fights, a lot of the time.

and so the relationship soured. it was no longer the sugar-sweet, supposedly eternal, honeymoon phase. you liked to tell yourself it wasn’t completely your fault and remind yourself that sometimes mark did entertain the fangirls, but then again, that was his job. with all that was said and done, you blamed your breakup majorly on yourself. you knew it wasn’t fair that he had to deal with your jealousy and insecurity, so you delivered the final blow. “this isn’t healthy for either of us. i think we should break it off.”

however, you’d both managed to make the biggest mistake in the history of break-ups. you agreed to let him have you ‘one last time.’

that night, though you had planned to split up right after, it felt like you had never been closer. you rode him at a agonisingly slow pace, his big hands dragging up your naked back, smoothing over your skin like he was trying to memorise your body. because he knew this was the last time he was going to have you like this. pressing wet kisses to every inch of your chest and neck as he lifted his hips to meet yours at each shift of your waist. the tears from his eyes occasionally dropping onto your hot skin.

though you were the one to initiate the break up, you were still crushed. but mark was worse. after you both finished, he cried for real. because it was so final. break up sex kind of seals the deal, means it’s over. but as time moved on, mark crying into his palms on the edge of your bed seemed less and less.. reasonable. seeing as he was back in your life no less that 2 weeks later. so much for no contact.

you weren’t exactly sure what the situation was but it started out something like this; mark never deleted your number, neither you his — dumb decision, he texted you late at night saying how he ‘wanted to smoke, but not alone and you were his only friend that actually did’.

‘friend’ he said. and yeah, okay, it seemed innocent enough that now you were just friends, but that was until you found yourself making out on his couch. hello kitty pre-rolleds forgotten.

you continued on in this immature cycle of meeting up for whatever dumb reason mark could fabricate in his smart cookie brain. every week, every other week, every once in a while.. the gaps grew bigger each time, it seemed.

you showing up to tell mark that the dishwasher is supposed to flash like that after his dramatic pleas for help, and then go home, was not filling the hole that you left in his life. he came to realise he didn’t just miss your pussy, or your presence. he didn’t just miss your body, he also missed your long loving conversations, legs tangled under the blankets and fingers intertwined.

but you had made it clear to him you weren’t his girlfriend anymore and well. those were girlfriend things — and after he came to this astonishing revelation, he figured out a solution for his heart ache. he would keep getting his fill of ‘every once in a while’ but also, he would get a gf! easy fix, he thought.

so when you found out mark had gotten a girlfriend— you were mortified. you wondered whether this was worse than the toxic relationship you had before. and it definitely was. and yet some part of you couldn’t bring yourself to fully break away. you expressed to mark how you thought it was wrong and he acted like it was nothing. “i haven’t even done anything with her yet, it’s fine” as he runs his calloused thumb over your cheekbone.

the fact that he had a girlfriend to love on him and pay him compliments, cook his meals, whatever and yet he still came running back — biting gently at your inner things and telling you how much he missed you — drove you insane. it was so wrong, so sick and you couldn’t pull away. not even a little. because that was your effect on him. he was into you to the point that no other female could sway his loyalty to you, he came back every time. and the feeling was intoxicating to you.

you felt so awful for mark’s new girlfriend but the drag of his tongue across your neck melted your worried thoughts down into slick between your thighs. you agreed to keep this dirty secret with him.

“this between me and you, ‘kay?” he raised both brows at you, searching for understanding in your features.

you nodded at him.

a/n; both just evil and rude. smdh🙂‍↔️

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bird’s eye series ⬂

jeong jaehyun

in which jeong jaehyun is your sleazy fwb ₊˚. [s] = smut

✶ this series’ titles are inspired by raevyn lenae’s bird’s eye album

part one | love is blind

part two | days

part three | pilot

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pilot

jeong jaehyun x reader

« bit at a time, i try embracing »

a/n; boba eyes over here 😒

cw: jae being a sweetie pieee, third wheeling markhyuck, confession *sighs dreamily*

summary: anagnorisis pt2

<-<- back to pt1 <- back to pt2

since your argument gruelling conversation with jaehyun, you hadn’t seen or heard from him in weeks. in person at least. you’d seen him posting his usual hoeish activities on instagram, but you hadn’t dared to reach out to him. and him the same.

falling out with jaehyun had made you come to realise just how much time the two of you spent together. because, when you weren’t focusing on work, you were just kind of.. sitting around. thinking too hard.

however, the party had made you realise that you, mark and hyuck got along surprisingly well. you weren’t usually one to hang out with guys but markhyuck were chill.

hyuck leaned forward in his chair, as if to get a better angle for his gossip intake, “wait, so you and jaehyun broke up because of mark??” he turned to playfully hit him, “mark, youre such a ladies man!”

“hyuck, we never dated.” you just laughed at his dramatic reaction.

“oh, no, yeah, of course. but like, it’s mark’s fault?” haechan mused making mark roll his eyes.

“in the eyes of jeong jaehyun, partially.”

they both respond with, “wow” at exactly the same time.

“so, if you two weren’t dating..? why is he upset?” mark scratches his head.

“hm, he probably like likes her.” haechan turns to him and you almost feel like you’re third wheeling on their conversation. however— you were too stuck in deep thought to tease them about it.

“like likes” oh my god…

as if by magic, all the dots in that loud, smokey, whisky-stinking room started to connect.

that’s why he called you baby, that’s why he got mad at mark, that’s why he started talking about his feelings…. and you cut him off.

“ohhh.” you pushed out the low sound without even realising it wasn’t in your head.

mark perked up, “aye, are we witnessing a live realisation? oh my god.” he rested a hand on haechan’s arm for stability.

“stop, i feel like a fish in an aquarium..” you finally locked in to pass your third wheel comment, maybe a few 40 seconds too late but, nevertheless.

the more markhyuck teased, the more you overthought about the whole situation— what if you were just being delusional? jaehyun was super popular, no way he’d be hung up on you.

as much as you tried to convince yourself of this, his words stayed ringing in your ears.

“and it’s not even about the rule, it’s about.. my feelings—“ oh boy. feelings.

when you got home, you threw yourself into your puffy, white comforter, stretching just enough to relieve yourself but, not enough to get that calf cramp in one leg..

you flinched out of your blissfully comfortable state at the vibration of your phone on the pillow.

_jeongjaehyun shared a post

you decided to be nosy and have a little stalk. his hair was now pink. and funnily enough, this was the final detail to tip you off into admitting to yourself that you missed him. because the first time you had been there— you had been dyeing it for him.

✶

“jae, jae, jae,” you pushed out an exasperated sigh. your arms were starting to ache from reaching up to bleach the back of his hair. “this is hard, man.”

“hey, im sorry. the back is patchy when i do it.”

“maybe sit on the toilet lid there.” you nod your head down to the closed toilet by the sink and he opted for sitting down.

you let your hands fall down onto the top of his head and let out a sigh of relief, “this is so much better.”

somewhere in the transition between you bleaching and dying his hair, the action of a friend doing your hair had become a lot more.. intimate. if that was even possible.

the light conversation had simmered down into comfortable silence. his arms had made his way around your waist, resting on the curve of your ass and your hands massaging his head had become a lot more gentle pulling content sighs out of him ever so often.

✶

when the day finally came that you and jaehyun were going to talk out your little situation, you found yourself actually’getting ready’. something you had never done throughout knowing him.

he showed up to your apartment in an oversized baby blue BAPE trackset with a cap under his hood. when you opened the door, he had his hands in his pockets. it was clear he was trying to be cool and maintain a stoic impression but he couldn’t help cracking a smile and dropping his head when he saw that you had makeup on.

“get your dumb ass inside.”

no hug, no handshake, he went straight for your couch.

“so, you wanted to know what’s tea?”

“what?”

“you said that, bruh, i don’t know—”

“stop.. i said that?”

you scoffed, “so here’s the tea, jaehyun.” you laid a hand to rest on his shoulder from where you were stood. “i’ll have you know, i did not fuck mark lee.”

“yess.” he hissed, raising a fist in celebration. childish ass.

“and as for why i cared? i don’t like being accused of things. especially not sleeping with people. i’m not fast.”

“that’s fair.” he finally peered up at you through long lashes.

“now, what of your ‘feelings’? you said it wasn’t about the sacredness of our rule, it was about your feelings.”

he remained quiet for a few before breaking his silence with,

“well, i have these feelings..,” he paused, “for you.”

you were shocked(-ish — markhyuck kinda stole jae’s thunder), taken aback, even. maybe even a little confused. but all you could display on your face was a wide smile. you poked his shoulder playfully.

“you like like me, huh.”

“is that all you have to say?” he frowned.

shit! “oh my god, no. of course not. that day when you asked me why i cared, i guess it’s because i like you, too. i kind of always have in like, the back of my mind. but you were always entertaining girls and. i guess you could say that was pretty intimidating.”

“one might say that...” he sighed defeatedly, “but, i swear to you something shifted. i can’t be about that life now that i have you.”

“was that the pillow talk topic with the girl from the party?”

“woah. low blow, that was a major slip up. what i’m saying is, i wasn’t big into monogamy but, just the idea of you with mark affected me. i don’t want that affect on you, i guess. i just.. want you.”

“that’s cute.” you smiled.

you bent down to kiss him and he pulled you into his lap, moving his hand up to cradle your neck. your lips moved slowly and languidly against each-others as if you were silently continuing your confessions. until you pulled away.

“jaehyun, i’m pretty sure mark and hyuck are a thing anyways.”

“oh? ..oh.”

<- back to part 2

a/n: ouuuuuu they like eachother ewwww. anyways so happy for them,, so happy for markhyuck. thank u & goodnight 🙂‍↔️

tagging those who mentioned it ! — @completelyjae @akirawhore @suvakrpa

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bf!haechan ⬂

haechan x fem!reader

a/n; ilovemygf final boss. ALSO,, him in this live.. what if i died

cw: flufffffyyyyy. but other than that,, none :)

summary: “this is so hc coded…”

bf!haechan who is big on pda. i don’t necessarily think that he’s the possessive type but, i also think that if anyone were to hit on you— he’d freak out. so he subtly has to let people know where your loyalties lie. peppering kisses onto your face if you’re standing in line for coffee and hugging you from behind while he pays… sigh🚬

bf!haechan who doesn’t even try not to be one of those soppy guys who can’t stop talking about his gf because he literally can’t help it. you’re always floating around in his mind. like if anything is mentioned that your interested in, he’ll be like “oh, y/n loves those,” “y/n’s wanted to watch that, is it any good?” —all his friends know you

bf!haechan who takes your pics for instagram and he gets so into it like, “baby, a little more to the left— lift your head a little.. yes! so hot, keep doing that.” he gets down, he does not play🙂‍↔️

bf!haechan who watches all your movies and shows with you, chick flicks horror, whatever. & he will get fully into it. when you two watched mr plankton together he CRIED. he don’t gaf.

bf!haechan who spoils the shit out of you. he’s the kind of person that if he sees something you might like, he has to get it for you. i feel like he would love to see his s/o’s reaction to his gifts. boost his ego.

bf!haechan who is clingy af. i know y’all have seen. he is so affectionate and i feel like whenever y’all are together, he has to be on you in some way. holding hands when you’re walking, if you’re sitting, he’ll bring your hand up to his lips. he keeps an arm around your waist, a hand on your lower back, his head on your shoulder. whatever. anything to be near you.

a/n; exams bma brah .