neohomez

[neohomez]

— jisung x fem!reader | nsfw | shy!jisung | sleepy grinding | creampie | soft whimpers | she does the work | consent established beforehand | shy boy loses it | wc: 1.5k

DNI: minors, men, blank/ageless blogs, kinkshamers. this is 18+ content. soft, messy, loving filth. if that’s not for you, keep scrolling.

warnings: unprotected sex, sleepy reader, shy whiny jisung, reader does most of the work, overstimulation, creampie, praise, body worship, soft dom/sub energy, heavy breathing, reader calls him “baby” and “daddy” once

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it’s late when he gets home.

the apartment is quiet—just how jisung likes it. but tonight… he’s not okay.

his hoodie sleeves are pulled halfway over his hands, his hair messy and falling over his eyes as he toes off his sneakers at the door, body stiff from everything the day put him through.

he doesn’t say a word. just walks to the bedroom, dragging his backpack behind him.

he stops in the doorway.

you’re already asleep.

wrapped in the comforter like always, your back to him, hair spilling across the pillow. his side of the bed looks cold. untouched.

he drops his bag with a soft thud.

“baby…?” he whispers. nothing.

he walks over, climbs into bed careful not to wake you, but then

the blanket shifts.

your gown rides up just enough for him to catch a glimpse of bare skin.

no panties.

his whole body goes still. face flushed, eyes wide.

“…shit.”

you had told him before—

“if i’m sleep and you need it… you can have it, baby. i trust you.”

but he never actually thought he’d be brave enough to try.

until tonight.

his hands tremble a little as he pulls off his hoodie and slides under the covers. his heart’s beating so fast it’s dizzying.

he presses his chest to your back, lets his hand skim over your waist… down to your hips…

bare.

warm.

soft.

he lets out the tiniest shaky breath.

“you’re not wearin’ anything down here… f-fuck…”

he’s already hard. of course he is. his day was hell and now you’re laying here like this, thighs parted, warmth calling him in.

he lines himself up slow, his tip brushing your folds—

and you moan.

his hips stutter.

you’re still asleep, but you move. hips pushing back gently, like your body knows he’s there.

he slides in just an inch and your thighs twitch. another moan. higher. needier.

he whimpers.

“nnghh—mm… y-you feel so good already—”

he sinks in deeper.

and that’s when it happens.

you start moving.

your hips roll back slow. then again. then again.

like you’re chasing it in your sleep.

his face is burning.

“you’re doing all the work,” he breathes, biting his bottom lip, his hands frozen on your hips.

but he can’t stop watching.

can’t stop feeling you.

can’t stop losing it.

you start bouncing, little sleepy ruts, your thighs clapping against his lap. and he’s a mess—quiet whines in your ear, hands gripping the sheets because you’re riding him in your sleep and he might cry from how good it feels.

“baby, please—ah—d-don’t stop, just like that, just like—oh my god—”

his breath is shaking.

he presses kisses to your shoulder, your neck, still letting you grind into him, letting your body take what it wants.

you mutter something—eyes still closed—

“feels so good, daddy… ‘m close…”

his whole body tenses.

“o-oh—god—”

he grabs your hips tight.

“you can cum, baby,” he whispers in your ear. “you’re doing so good, i got you, i got—”

and you do.

legs shaking, body clenching down around him, soaking him while your back arches and you push back hard against his thighs, grinding through it with soft, broken moans.

he cums seconds later.

buried deep, face pressed to your shoulder, muffling his breathy whimpers as he fills you up.

you stay there. still. wrapped in him. both of you panting.

he strokes your thigh gently, whispering, “you’re so pretty like this… even asleep.”

and just before you drift off again, you murmur, “love you, baby…”

he smiles, cheeks pink.

“…love you too.”

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[neohomez]

hiiii i was wondering if you could do a little angst like where the nct dream boys makes reader mad and they do everything they can to make it up to them?

title:

“you walked away like i didn’t mean anything.”

(nct dream x reader — angst to fluff)

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summary:

one fight. one careless moment. that’s all it takes to tear down everything you built. now you’re mad, cold, and distant—and the nct dream boys? they’re doing everything they can to put your heart back together again. even if it means swallowing their pride and learning how to love you better.

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★·.·´¯`·.·★ M A R K ★·.·´¯`·

He hates the silence.

He calls. You don’t answer. He texts. Left on read.

So he shows up—no jacket, eyes puffy, breathing like he ran a marathon. “I was stupid, okay?” he blurts. “But please don’t shut me out.”

He writes you a song that night. It’s not finished. It’s messy. Just like the way he loves you—but it’s real. He leaves it on your voicemail at 2:11 a.m.

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✦ — H A E C H A N — ✦

Too sarcastic. Too loud. Too much—until he sees you wipe your cheek after one of his jokes and realizes he crossed the line.

Now he’s knocking on your door every hour with something new: snacks, your favorite hoodie, a playlist, a handwritten apology with “pls don’t hate me” scribbled all over.

“I’ll shut up forever if that’s what it takes,” he says, lip trembling. “Just…don’t look at me like you don’t love me anymore.”

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╰┈➤ J E N O ╰┈➤

Silent guilt. He doesn’t speak—he acts.

He washes your car. Picks up your favorite pastries. Fixes that broken drawer in your room. Sends you memes at exactly 9:06 like always.

Then he finally texts:

“I know I messed up. But I still want to be someone safe for you.”

You see him waiting outside your job with a little paper bag. Inside: your favorite comfort snacks and a tiny note.

“Still yours. If you’ll have me.”

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⟡.·:* J A E M I N *:·.⟡

He overcompensates with flowers. So many flowers your place smells like spring.

But none of it matters when he sees your face and the way your eyes don’t light up when you see him.

He drops the smile. Drops the act.

“I hate myself for hurting you,” he says, hands in his pockets. “But I love you too much to give up now.”

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⭒❃.✮:▹ R E N J U N ◃:✮.❃⭒

He gets defensive first. Then distant. Then heartbroken.

He draws you something—your face, peaceful, happy, untouched by pain. Leaves it in your mailbox.

A week later, another: your hands in his.

Then a note:

“I remember how it felt to be loved by you. I miss being good to you.”

You cry. He shows up. And this time, he holds you without words.

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✦ — C H E N L E — ✦

Apologizes like a man who has everything to lose—because he does.

Books dinner. Plays that one song you love. Buys you a new copy of your favorite book (the one he accidentally ruined).

“Even if you don’t forgive me tonight,” he says, pushing your chair in, “I’ll keep proving that I deserve to be loved by you again.”

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⭒❃.✮ JISUNG ✮.❃⭒

He’s quiet. Too quiet.

He doesn’t know how to fix what he broke, so he tries to be near.

Leaves sticky notes on your mirror.

“I’m sorry.”

“I miss your laugh.”

“You looked pretty today. From a distance. Sorry.”

Eventually, he brings a stuffed toy and whispers, “He can hold you when I can’t.”

But you let him hold you instead.

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ending:

They each broke you in different ways. But they come back softer, more intentional, more themselves.

They don’t beg.

They don’t expect.

They try.

And you don’t forgive easily. But you do notice. The little things. The quiet love. The effort.

You reach back—finally.

They never let go again.

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✎ tags: #nct dream angst #nct dream x reader #angst to fluff #they messed up #but they love you fr #this one hurts a little #but ends in healing

✶ status: healed but still tender

**⌒☆彡 liked by your inner teenager who still wants to be loved right

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Let me know if you want a full-length fic based on this or one member’s POV in detail!

[neohomez]

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NCT 127 Catching Them Jacking Off Reaction (Explicit Short Stories)
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Summary: Detailed, steamy reaction stories featuring NCT 127 members caught mid-act by their partner. These explicit scenarios dive into their raw, unfiltered responses—ranging from mortified to downright provocative—when you interrupt their private moment.

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, graphic descriptions, masturbation, voyeurism, mild language, 18+ only.

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✦ Taeyong ✦

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The room is hushed, save for the faint slick sound of Taeyong’s hand sliding over his slicked-up cock. He’s sprawled on the bed, shirt bunched up to his chest, sweat beading on his forehead. His breaths are ragged, eyes fluttering shut as he chases release, thumb brushing over the tip with a stifled groan. You push the door open, and his head jerks up—eyes wide, hand freezing mid-stroke.
“Y-you’re home?” he chokes out, voice trembling as he scrambles to yank the sheet over his exposed lap. His erection tents the fabric embarrassingly, and his face flushes a deep crimson. “I didn’t—fuck, I thought you’d be gone longer.” He’s a mess of nerves, but the way his thighs clench under the sheet hints he’s still aching, caught between shame and the urge to finish. You step closer, and his breath hitches, pupils dilating as he whispers, “Please… don’t judge me.”

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✦ Johnny ✦

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Johnny’s lounging on the couch, legs spread wide, pants shoved down to his knees. His thick cock is gripped tight in his fist, veins bulging as he pumps himself with slow, deliberate strokes. A porn video plays on his phone—moans echoing faintly—and he’s grunting low, hips bucking into his hand. You walk in, and he doesn’t even blink—just smirks, slowing his pace to let you see every inch of him.
“Caught me, huh?” he drawls, voice dripping with arrogance. He spreads his legs wider, showing off the glistening tip as pre-cum beads and drips down his shaft. “What’s the matter, baby? Wanna take over?” He keeps going, shameless, even tossing his head back with a groan to tease you further. When you don’t move, he pats the cushion beside him, cock still throbbing in his grip. “Don’t be shy—join the fun.”

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✦ Yuta ✦

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Hot water cascades down Yuta’s lean frame in the shower, steam fogging the glass as he braces one hand against the tiles. The other works his cock—hard and flushed red—stroking fast, then slow, teasing himself with a twist at the head that makes his knees buckle. His moans are soft but guttural, lost in the sound of the water. You crack the door open, and his dark eyes snap to yours through the haze, a predatory grin spreading.
“Peeping, are we?” he purrs, turning to face you fully, hand still sliding over his length with agonizing slowness. Water drips down his chest, pooling at his feet as he jerks himself harder, letting you see the way his cock twitches. “Get in here,” he commands, voice low and dangerous. “I’ll give you something worth watching—or touching.” He’s all challenge, no shame, daring you to match his heat.

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✦ Doyoung ✦

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Doyoung’s tucked under the covers, headphones blasting something filthy in his ears. His hand’s buried beneath the sheets, moving in tight, frantic strokes over his leaking cock. His face is scrunched—lips parted, brows furrowed—as he mutters a curse, hips twitching up into his fist. You step in, and he doesn’t notice until your shadow looms. He rips the headphones off, eyes popping open in pure horror.
“Oh God—shit, no!” he yelps, yanking the blanket up so fast it nearly smothers him. His cock’s still hard, pulsing under the fabric, and he’s panting, mortified. “This isn’t—I wasn’t—fuck, don’t look at me like that!” His voice cracks, but when you don’t leave, he buries his face in his hands, mumbling, “I’m so screwed… you’re never gonna let this go, are you?” The bulge under the sheet betrays he’s still desperate, despite the meltdown.

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✦ Jaehyun ✦

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Jaehyun’s on the bed, shirtless, jeans unzipped and shoved down just enough to free his cock. It’s thick and heavy in his hand, slick with lube as he strokes himself slow and deep, hips rolling with each pass. His low groans fill the air, eyes half-lidded with lust—until you walk in. He doesn’t stop, just meets your gaze with a smoldering smirk.
“Missed you too much,” he rasps, voice like gravel, hand still pumping his shaft. Pre-cum glistens at the tip, and he swipes it with his thumb, dragging it down in a way that makes his abs flex. “Wanna help me out? Or just watch?” He speeds up slightly, thighs tensing, daring you to interrupt—or join. It’s all heat and control, and he’s loving every second of your eyes on him.

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✦ Jungwoo ✦

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Jungwoo’s nestled in a pile of blankets, one hand clutching the fabric, the other wrapped around his cock. He’s trying to be quiet, biting his lip as he strokes himself—fast, then slow—whimpering your name like a prayer. The door swings open, and he squeaks, diving under the covers like a startled puppy.
“Nooo—don’t look!” he whines, voice muffled as he curls into a ball. You can still see the faint movement under the blanket, his hand betraying him as it slows but doesn’t stop. “I-I wasn’t doing anything bad, I swear!” he stammers, peeking out with wide, guilty eyes. His cheeks are flaming, but when you tease him, he groans, “You’re too hot—it’s your fault I’m like this!”

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✦ Mark ✦

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Mark’s hunched over in his chair, pants around his thighs, hand flying over his cock with desperate, sloppy strokes. His head’s thrown back, mouth open as he pants your name—“Fuck, yeah, just like that”—lost in some fantasy. You burst in, and he jolts upright, hands flailing to cover his dripping erection.
“Yo—what the—oh shit!” he babbles, chair squeaking as he twists away. His cock bobs, still hard and wet, and he’s laughing through the panic, voice high-pitched. “I didn’t—uh—how long you been there, dude?” He’s a flustered mess, tugging his shirt down uselessly, but the way his eyes flick to you screams he’s still horny as hell. “Don’t hate me, okay?”

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✦ Haechan ✦

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Haechan’s flat on the floor, pants yanked to his ankles, hand wrapped tight around his cock as he jerks himself off with reckless abandon. He’s loud—moaning your name, hips snapping up into his fist, pre-cum slicking his fingers. You step in, and he doesn’t flinch—just grins, slowing his strokes to let you see the full, messy show.
“Finally,” he pants, voice dripping with bratty glee. “Been waiting for you to catch me.” He spreads his legs wider, cock throbbing as he picks up the pace, groaning louder just to mess with you. “What’s it gonna be—yell at me or fuck me? Pick fast.” He’s all defiance and lust, daring you to react, loving the power he’s got over you right now.

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[neohomez]

Hi, can you do when you pretend to be mad at them pls?

˚✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: NCT DREAM Reaction to You pretending to be Mad at Them [soft Edition] :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧˚

~ Aged-up, soft angst, fluffy resolutions, and heartfelt apologies. Dive into how each member of NCT Dream would handle your anger with care and love. ~

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Mark
Mark would fall for it at first, his eyes widening as he racks his brain to figure out what he did wrong. “Wait, what did I do? Babe, talk to me,” he’d say, his voice laced with worry as he follows you around. When he finally realizes you’re pretending, he’d let out a relieved laugh, shaking his head. “You’re gonna be the death of me, you know that?” He’d pull you into a tight hug, tickling your sides as payback, his laughter mixing with yours as he says, “Don’t scare me like that again.”

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Renjun
Renjun would raise an eyebrow the second you start acting mad, his sharp instincts kicking in. “You’re not serious, are you?” he’d ask, crossing his arms as he studies your expression. When you can’t hold back your smile, he’d smirk, rolling his eyes. “I knew it. You’re terrible at this.” He’d tease you relentlessly, poking your cheek and saying, “Next time, try harder if you want to fool me.” But he’d still pull you into his lap, resting his forehead against yours, his soft chuckle warming your heart.

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Jeno
Jeno would be so confused at first, his puppy-like eyes blinking at you as he tries to piece things together. “Did I… forget something? Are you really mad?” he’d ask, his voice small and hesitant. When he catches the mischievous glint in your eyes, he’d let out a deep sigh, a shy smile breaking across his face. “You’re messing with me, aren’t you?” He’d scoop you up in his arms, spinning you around as he says, “You’re lucky I love you, because I was about to start begging.” His playful grin would make your heart flutter.

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Haechan
Haechan would see right through your act from the start, but he’d play along just to mess with you. “Oh no, my baby’s mad at me? What did I do this time?” he’d say dramatically, clutching his chest. He’d keep up the act until you break, then he’d burst into laughter, pointing at you. “I knew it! You can’t fool me.” He’d tackle you onto the couch, tickling you until you’re both breathless, then he’d smirk and say, “Try that again, and I’ll get you back twice as bad.”

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Jaemin
Jaemin would be concerned for about two seconds before he catches on. “Sweetheart, what’s wrong? Did I do something?” he’d ask, his voice dripping with care as he cups your face. When he sees your lips twitch, trying to hide a smile, he’d grin, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Oh, you’re playing with me, huh?” He’d pretend to be mad right back, crossing his arms and pouting, but he’d quickly break character, pulling you into a warm hug. “You’re too cute to be mad at, even if it’s fake,” he’d whisper, kissing your forehead.

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Chenle 
Chenle would be skeptical from the start, squinting at you as you put on your best “mad” face. “You’re joking, right? There’s no way you’re actually mad,” he’d say, poking your side to test your reaction. When you finally crack and start laughing, he’d throw his head back, his loud laugh filling the room. “I knew it! You’re so predictable.” He’d tease you for the rest of the day, bringing it up every chance he gets, but he’d also randomly pull you into hugs, saying, “You’re too adorable for your own good.”

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Jisung
Jisung would completely fall for it, his eyes going wide as he panics. “Wait, what did I do? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—please don’t be mad,” he’d ramble, his cheeks flushing as he tries to figure out how to fix it. When you can’t keep up the act and start giggling, he’d freeze, his face turning even redder. “You… you were pretending?” He’d cover his face with his hands, embarrassed, but he’d laugh softly, peeking at you through his fingers. “You’re so mean,” he’d mumble, but he’d still let you cling to him, his shy smile giving him away.

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˚✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: Thanks for Reading, Dreamies! :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧˚

~ Drop a like if you enjoyed, and let me know in the comments which member’s reaction was your favorite! Stay tuned for more NCT Dream content. Sending you all the love ~ #kpop #nctdream #kpopreactions #nct #dreamies #fluff #reactions ˚✧･ﾟ:*

[neohomez]

: Midnight Whispers

Mark Lee x Y/N

Warnings:

• NSFW (18+ only, minors DNI)

• Smut, unprotected intimacy (wrap it up irl, folks), sleepy sex, needy Mark, a little possessive undertone

• Language, explicit thoughts, and tension

• Written for the late-night Mark stans who thrive on soft-to-filthy vibes

Summary:Mark can’t sleep, not when Y/N’s right there, all soft and warm and completely unaware of the fire she’s stoking in him. What starts as a restless night turns into something hotter, messier, and way too tempting to stop.

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Caught in the Heat

The room was a cocoon of shadows, the kind of quiet that pressed against Mark’s ears and made every little sound louder—every rustle of the sheets, every sigh Y/N let slip in her sleep. The clock on the nightstand blinked 2:47 AM, mocking him with its red glow.

He’d been staring at the ceiling for an hour, maybe more, his body buzzing with an itch he couldn’t scratch alone.

Y/N was the problem. Or the solution. He hadn’t figured that part out yet. She was sprawled beside him, one leg kicked out from under the blanket, her tank top riding up just enough to show a sliver of skin above her shorts.

Moonlight painted her in streaks of silver, and Mark’s eyes traced the line of her collarbone, down to where her chest rose and fell, slow and steady. Too steady. She was out cold, oblivious to the way his jaw clenched or the way his fingers twitched at his sides.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, rolling onto his side to face her. Bad move. Now he was closer—close enough to smell the faint vanilla of her shampoo, close enough to see the way her lips parted like she was waiting for something.

His dick twitched in his sweats, and he cursed himself for being this whipped over her just existing. But how was he supposed to stay calm when she looked like that? When she was his, right there, and still so far out of reach?

He tried to be good. Really, he did. He shut his eyes, willing sleep to drag him under, but all he could think about was how her skin would feel under his hands, how she’d sound if he woke her up the way he wanted to.

His hand moved before he could stop it, hovering over her arm, hesitating like he was crossing some invisible line. Then he gave in, fingertips brushing her skin—soft, warm, electric. She didn’t stir, and that only made it worse. Made him bolder.

“Y/N,” he whispered, voice gravelly, testing the waters. Nothing. Just her breathing, steady as ever. His hand slid lower, tracing the dip of her waist, and he bit his lip so hard he tasted copper. The blanket had slipped down to her hips, and he could see the outline of her curves through the thin fabric of her shorts.

His mind went straight to the gutter—imagining tugging those shorts down, waking her with his mouth instead of his hands, hearing her gasp his name in that sleepy, needy way she did when he pushed her just right.

He shifted closer, the mattress creaking under him, and pressed himself against her back. The heat of her body seeped into him, and he had to stifle a groan. His hand found her hip, fingers digging in just enough to ground himself, and he rocked forward—barely, just enough to chase the friction he was dying for. “Y/N, baby,” he murmured again, lips brushing the shell of her ear this time. “You’re killing me here.”

She stirred then, a tiny shift, her ass pressing back against him in a way that made his breath hitch. “Mark?” Her voice was thick with sleep, barely a whisper, but it hit him like a shot of adrenaline.

He froze, caught red-handed, his hand still splayed over her hip. She blinked once, eyes half-open, peering over her shoulder at him in the dark. “What’re you doing?”

He swallowed, throat dry. “Couldn’t sleep.” His voice was rough, too honest, and he didn’t miss the way her lips twitched—like she knew exactly what was up. “Need you. Bad.”

Y/N let out a sleepy laugh, soft and a little wicked, the kind that made his stomach flip. “Middle of the night, huh?” she mumbled, but her hand slid over his, guiding it down, past the waistband of her shorts. Permission. Invitation.

Mark’s brain short-circuited, and he didn’t waste a second—his lips found her neck, kissing hot and messy as his fingers dipped lower, finding her warm and willing even in her haze.

“God, you’re perfect,” he breathed against her skin, his hips pressing harder now, no more pretending.

She hummed, still half-asleep but arching into him, her body answering what her words didn’t. The night swallowed them up, all heat and tangled sheets, and Mark knew he wasn’t sleeping anytime soon—not until he’d wrecked her the way she was wrecking him.

The air in the room felt thicker now, heavy with the scent of her skin and the quiet sounds slipping from her lips. Mark’s fingers moved slow but deliberate, tracing her heat through the thin fabric she’d guided him to, and every little shift of her body against his was like gasoline on the fire already burning him alive. Y/N was still drowsy, her head tilting back into the pillow, but the way her thighs parted just a fraction told him she was waking up—piece by delicious piece.

“Mark,” she breathed, his name a sleepy plea that shot straight through him.

“You’re so warm,” he muttered, voice muffled against her skin as his fingers slipped past the last barrier, finding her bare and slick and fuck, he was done for. She gasped, soft and sharp, her hips rocking into his touch like she couldn’t help it. Mark’s free hand slid up her side, pushing her tank top higher, bunching it under her arms so he could feel more of her—every inch he could claim in the dark.

“Couldn’t wait,” he confessed, his breath hot against her jaw as he worked her slow, teasing, drawing out those little whimpers she probably didn’t even realize she was making. “Been thinking about this—about you—all night.” His hips pressed forward again, grinding against her ass, the friction of his sweats against her shorts maddening but not enough. Never enough.

Y/N turned her head, just enough to catch his gaze in the dim light, her eyes heavy-lidded but glinting with something dangerous. “Then do something about it,” she murmured, voice still raspy from sleep but laced with a challenge. It was all the green light he needed.

In one fluid move, he rolled her onto her back, pinning her beneath him. The blanket tangled around their legs, but he didn’t care—his focus was her, the way her hair spilled across the pillow, the way her lips parted when he settled between her thighs. He tugged her shorts down, rougher than he meant to, and she lifted her hips to help, a lazy smirk tugging at her mouth like she knew exactly how ruined he was.

“Look at you,” he rasped, hands sliding up her thighs, spreading her wider as he took her in. Moonlight carved her into something unreal—soft curves and sharp edges, all his to unravel. He leaned down, kissing her hard, messy, swallowing the moan she let out when his fingers found her again, slipping inside this time, curling just right. Her back arched, pressing her chest against his, and he cursed under his breath, already too far gone to play nice.

“Mark—please,” she gasped, nails digging into his shoulders, and that was it. The last thread of his control snapped. He pulled back just long enough to shove his sweats down, kicking them off with zero grace, and then he was back, slotting himself against her, the heat of her pulling him in like gravity. He didn’t wait—couldn’t—pushing into her slow but relentless, watching her face as she took him, her eyes fluttering shut, lips trembling with a sound he’d replay in his head for days.

Her hands slid under his shirt, nails raking down his back, and he hissed, picking up the pace. “You feel so good,” he mumbled, half-delirious, lips brushing her ear. “Wanna stay like this forever.” She laughed, breathless and wrecked, and the sound pushed him closer to the edge than he wanted to admit.

The night stretched on, blurring into heat and want, and Mark knew he’d never survive another sleepless hour without her like this—tangled up, falling apart, his name spilling from her lips like a prayer.

Mark was losing it—properly, irreversibly losing it. The way Y/N moved beneath him, all soft gasps and tight grips, was rewriting every coherent thought he’d ever had. Her legs tightened around his waist, pulling him impossibly closer, and he swore he saw stars, his hips stuttering as he tried to keep some semblance of control. Tried and failed. She was everywhere—her scent, her heat, the way her nails dragged fire down his back—and he was drowning in it, happily, stupidly.

“Mark,” she whimpered, voice breaking on his name, and he felt it like a jolt, straight to his core. Her head tipped back into the pillow, throat exposed, and he couldn’t resist—his lips found the curve there, sucking hard enough to leave a mark she’d curse him for tomorrow. She arched up, pressing herself against him, and the sound she made—half-moan, half-sob—sent him spiraling.

“You’re gonna kill me,” he groaned, his forehead dropping to hers, sweat beading on his skin as he thrust deeper, harder, chasing the high that was building too fast. Her hands slid up, tangling in his hair, tugging just enough to make him hiss. She smirked through her haze, eyes glinting up at him like she knew exactly what she was doing, and fuck, she probably did. She always did.

“Shut up,” she breathed, but there was no bite to it—just raw, wrecked need. Her lips crashed into his, messy and desperate, all teeth and tongue, and he kissed her back like he was starving for it. Maybe he was. The taste of her—sleep-warm and a little salty—mixed with the rhythm of their bodies, and it was too much, too perfect. He could feel her tightening around him, her breaths coming faster, and he knew she was close. He wanted her there—wanted to watch her fall apart, wanted to be the reason.

“Come on, baby,” he murmured against her mouth, voice low and rough, one hand slipping between them to find her again, circling just right. “Let go for me.” Her response was instant—a choked cry, her body locking up under his, and then she was shaking, unraveling, her nails biting into his shoulders hard enough to leave crescent moons. Mark groaned, loud and shameless, because the sight of her like that—head thrown back, lips parted, completely his—shattered what little restraint he had left.

He followed her over the edge seconds later, hips jerking unevenly as he spilled into her, a string of curses tumbling from his lips. His arms gave out, and he collapsed against her, chest heaving, face buried in the crook of her neck. She was trembling beneath him, aftershocks rippling through her, and he pressed sloppy, breathless kisses to her skin, too blissed out to care how wrecked he sounded.

For a minute, they just lay there, tangled and panting, the room spinning back into focus. The clock ticked somewhere in the distance—3:12 AM now—and the world outside didn’t matter. Just them, sweat-slick and boneless, her fingers threading lazily through his hair like she hadn’t just turned his whole night upside down.

“Still can’t sleep?” she mumbled, voice hoarse but teasing, her lips brushing his temple. He laughed, rough and tired, shifting just enough to look at her. Her face was flushed, hair a mess, eyes half-lidded and smug, and he wanted to kiss her all over again.

“Not a chance,” he said, smirking as he rolled them over, pulling her on top of him. She yelped, then settled against his chest, her weight warm and grounding. His hands found her hips, tracing lazy patterns there, and she hummed, content but still a little wicked.

“Good,” she whispered, leaning down to nip at his jaw. “‘Cause I’m not done with you yet.”

Mark’s heart stuttered, a fresh wave of heat licking through him. The night wasn’t over—not even close—and he was more than ready to let her ruin him all over again.

Y/N’s words hung in the air like a dare, and Mark felt the shift—like the room itself was holding its breath, waiting for him to snap. She straddled him now, her thighs bracketing his hips, her skin still flushed and glowing from what they’d just done. Her hair fell wild around her face, framing that look in her eyes—half-tease, half-promise—and Mark’s hands tightened on her waist, fingers digging in like he could anchor himself to her and not lose his damn mind. Too late for that.

“Not done, huh?” he rasped, voice scraped raw from groaning her name too many times already. His chest heaved under her, still slick with sweat, and she grinned—slow, dangerous, the kind of smile that made his blood run hot all over again. She leaned down, lips brushing his ear, her breath warm and deliberate.

“Not even close,” she whispered, and then she rolled her hips—just once, just enough—and Mark’s head tipped back, a low “fuck” slipping out before he could stop it. She was still so wet, so warm, and the way she moved made it clear she knew exactly how to play him, how to keep him teetering on the edge of too much.

His hands slid up her thighs, rough and greedy, pushing her tank top higher until she tugged it off completely, tossing it somewhere into the dark. The sight of her bare, bathed in moonlight, hit him like a punch—soft curves, sharp lines, all his to worship. He sat up, pulling her flush against him, chest to chest, and kissed her hard, swallowing the little moan she let slip. Her hands gripped his shoulders, nails biting into his skin, and he welcomed the sting—wanted it, even, like proof she was as lost in this as he was.

“You’re insane,” he muttered against her lips, one hand tangling in her hair, tugging just enough to tilt her head back. She laughed, breathy and wild, and he took the opening—kissing down her neck, her collarbone, lower, until his mouth found her chest. He teased her with his tongue, slow and deliberate, and her hips jerked against him, a whine escaping her that made his dick twitch like they hadn’t just gone at it ten minutes ago.

“Mark—please,” she gasped, and there it was again, that needy edge in her voice that flipped every switch he had. He flipped them over in one smooth move, pinning her back to the mattress, her legs hooking around him like she couldn’t bear an inch of space between them. The bed creaked under his weight, sheets a tangled mess, but all he could see was her—eyes blown wide, lips swollen, begging without saying a word.

He didn’t make her wait. He slid back into her, slow at first, savoring the way her body welcomed him, tight and perfect and fuck, he’d never get enough. “You feel that?” he growled, hips snapping harder now, watching her face as she arched up to meet him. “This is what you do to me.” Her hands clawed at his back, urging him on, and he gave her everything—fast, deep, relentless, the headboard thudding against the wall like it was keeping time.

She was loud now—moans, gasps, his name over and over—and he loved it, drank it in, let it fuel the fire tearing through him. “Mark—oh my god—” she choked out, and he could feel her tightening again, her whole body trembling under his. He leaned down, kissing her messy and open-mouthed, swallowing her cries as she shattered, her orgasm ripping through her so hard she dragged him down with her.

He came with a groan, hips stuttering as he rode it out, burying himself as deep as he could. His vision blurred, heartbeat pounding in his ears, and he collapsed against her, both of them shaking, breathless, a sweaty heap of limbs and racing pulses. Her fingers threaded through his hair, softer now, and he pressed a lazy kiss to her shoulder, tasting salt and her.

“Still awake?” she mumbled, voice wrecked and smug, her chest rising and falling under his cheek. He huffed a laugh, too tired to move but too wired to sleep.

“Yeah,” he said, lifting his head to meet her gaze. Her eyes sparkled, mischievous even now, and he knew they weren’t done—not tonight, maybe not ever. “You?”

She smirked, pulling him down for a slow, filthy kiss. “Wide awake, baby.”

The clock ticked on—3:38 AM—and the night burned brighter than ever.

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“How They’d Dirty Talk in Bed”

— Aged-up. NSFW. Spicy whispers, filthy mouths, and chaotic energy. You’ve been warned.

[dirty talk edition]

♡ MARK LEE – “The Sweet-Talker Turned Filthy”

At first? Shy. But once he’s in it, you’re hearing everything.

His voice is breathy, raspy, and dripping with need.

❝You like it when I talk to you like this, huh?❞

❝You feel that? That’s me ruining you.❞

❝Look at you, moaning like a good girl for me.❞

He praises you, grips your waist, and whispers filth like he’s hypnotized by your body.

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♡ HUANG RENJUN – “The Degrading Menace”

Sharp tongue. Cold tone. Completely in control.

Renjun doesn’t raise his voice—he slices with it.

❝On your knees. You wanna act like a brat? Then beg.❞

❝You don’t deserve to cum until I say so.❞

❝This is what you’re good for. Just like that.❞

He’s the type to talk down to you in the hottest way possible.

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♡ LEE JENO – “The Deep Voice Destroyer”

That voice? Low. Hot. Possessive.

Jeno talks slow and clear, like he wants every word to wreck you.

❝Take it. That’s right—take all of it.❞

❝You were made for me. Don’t lie.❞

❝You’re gonna finish when I say. Not a second before.❞

He stays calm while making you fall apart—and he loves it.

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♡ LEE DONGHYUCK (HAECHAN) – “The Teasing Brat”

Loud. Cocky. Absolutely unhinged.

Haechan talks like he’s on a mission to make you cry and laugh at the same time.

❝Aww, already begging? You’re so dramatic.❞

❝You want me that bad, huh? Say it louder.❞

❝I swear, the neighbors know my name by now.❞

He’ll smirk while you fall apart, because making you unravel is the game.

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♡ NA JAEMIN – “The Intense Lover”

Soft voice, hard thrusts.

Jaemin stares you in the eyes while saying the nastiest things.

❝Mine. You’re mine. Say it again.❞

❝You feel that? I’m deep in your soul right now.❞

❝I’m gonna break you so sweetly.❞

He makes dirty talk feel romantic. Dangerous combo.

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♡ ZHONG CHENLE – “The Wild Card”

Playful, filthy, unpredictable.

Chenle moans while teasing you in perfect Mandarin + whispers things he shouldn’t be saying with a grin.

❝So needy for me. You’d let me do anything, huh?❞

❝You sound so pretty when I ruin you.❞

❝Don’t act shy now, baby. You asked for this.❞

He talks like he’s in a game—and he’s always winning.

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♡ PARK JISUNG – “The Surprisingly Dirty Sub”

Soft, but deadly.

Jisung starts quiet… then the desperation hits. And his words? Filthy.

❝Please… please don’t stop.❞

❝I wanna make you proud. Let me? Please?❞

❝I’ll do anything. Just keep using me like this.❞

Praise him a little and he turns into your obedient, dirty-talking mess.

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✧･ﾟ: Whose mouth got you in trouble?

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Let the chaos continue.

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“Getting Caught Having Sex with You (Y/N)”

— Short stories for each member. Aged-up, chaotic, and a little NSFW. You’ve been warned.

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MARK LEE

You two thought the practice room would be empty after hours, so Mark pulled you onto the couch, panting between kisses.

“Just a little longer, babe…”

Suddenly, the door flew open.

Taeyong stood there, mouth agape.

“MARK LEE?”

Mark jumped so fast he fell off the couch, pants halfway down, trying to shield you with his jacket.

“Hyung, I swear—this isn’t what it looks like!”

Taeyong: “It looks like I’m traumatized.”

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HUANG RENJUN

At his dorm, you were straddling him on the kitchen counter. Just when things got heated, the front door slammed open.

Chenle stood frozen, snacks in hand.

“…Why is your ass on the cutting board?”

Renjun groaned and laid his head on your chest.

“I’m never showing my face in this house again.”

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LEE JENO

In his car, parked in a dark alley, your moans echoed through foggy windows.

Suddenly—tap tap tap.

A police flashlight hit the glass.

“Step out of the vehicle.”

Jeno muttered, “Kill me now,” while zipping up.

You tried so hard not to laugh during the awkward ride home.

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HAECHAN (LEE DONGHYUCK)

At his house, things got loud in his room.

Then—door creaks open.

His sister, Yumi, walked in holding a plate of fruit.

“LEE DONGHYUCK, ARE YOU CRAZY?!”

You screamed and hid under the blanket.

Haechan chucked a pillow at her.

“KNOCK FIRST!”

Yumi: “You’re disgusting. I’m telling Mom.”

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NA JAEMIN

Pinned against the bathroom sink, Jaemin whispered how hot you looked—until the door clicked open.

Jisung, wide-eyed: “I just wanted to pee.”

Jaemin, unfazed, stared at him: “Find another bathroom.”

Jisung slowly turned and left.

No one ever spoke of it again.

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ZHONG CHENLE

Sex on the piano at his family’s mansion? Bad idea.

His mom walked in mid-thrust.

She dropped her tea and screamed in Chinese.

Chenle threw himself over you.

“I CAN EXPLAIN!”

His mom: “Explain to Jesus.”

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PARK JISUNG

First time. Awkward. Creaky bed.

Then—Renjun’s voice from behind the door:

“Whatever you’re doing, use a damn pillow. It sounds like a haunted swing in there.”

Jisung: frozen in horror.

You? Wheezing into the sheets.

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Which one had you screaming?

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I’m going to be telling you guys about me

I’m neo I’m 19 yrs old.

I love kpop so much :) my ult groups are nct dream, txt. I don’t really stan much groups but I like a lot of them. I would probaly say I focus on nct dream a lot more. My bias is haechan, renjun, yeonjun, beomgyu. I also like ENHYPEN.

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My favorite song by nct dream is posion and to my first and also ANL

Favorite food, is pizza, Alfredo. & maybe dumplings.

I’ve been stanning nct dream since DNYL

I’ve seen dream in April, they did so well. I’ve been to 3 concerts !! I’m not rich lol I wish I could go to more.

Im African American, sometimes I will make AMBW writings too.

I write smuts, cute things, and also you can also make a request im not the best at writing stories but we will get better as we practice so I will try my best to write smuts

Pronouns are she/her.

Here’s some quicker ways to find my blogs (adding more)

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nct dream being horny fucks (text ver)

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Warning; smut, Language,

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What NCT DREAM member I think is rough with you in bed ;)

Warning; smut, bad language

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Mark: I feel like mark can be rough but I also think he’s a sweet heart. Mark would be rough if he’s mad or stressed out and whatever he is stressed about is making him mad so he would most definitely go rough if he’s angry.

Renjun: I think renjun is also soft, I don’t think he would go super rough on you (like mark) unless you piss him off. But otherwise I feel like renjun doesn’t go rough on you.

Haechan: he would most definitely be rough with you in bed. He would hold you’re hands behind you’re head and he would go hard inside of you. Haechan is the type to pin you down when he’s fucking you. So yes haechan would be rough with you in bed.

Jeno: shitttt.. this guy is rough asf, he likes pinning he likes choking he likes spanking. Jeno is rough. Jeno is not soft in bed he will most definitely have you in a wheel chair. He would probably make you have like 3 orgasm.

Jaemin: I think jaemin is soft in bed I don’t think he would go rough on you, I feel like he’s really sweet in bed I think he would ask you if you’re okay? Or like kiss you showing you that he’s in love with you.

Chenle: chenle hmm… I don’t really see him being soft in bed. I don’t know why but I feel like chenle goes hard because he wants to show you how good he makes you feel. I just can’t see him being soft in bed.

Jisung: jisung is the type to be soft in bed but also feel like he would be rough if he’s lost in the moment. Jisung would probably fuck you hard when he’s getting even closer when you keep clenching around him.

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Fluff, cute, funny

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How would nct dream tell you there turned on?

Mark: I think mark would be shy, I think he would beat around the bush just to tell you that he’s turned on. He would probably respond like. “Hey, yk we can.. if you’re down? I mean if you’re not” you’ll probably just have to shut him up by a kiss and I guess he would feed into it.

Renjun: I think renjun would be shy about it, but also I think he would act like he’s not horny and then he would give in. I feel like renjun hide his feelings but he would give in if you started touching him or kissing him.

Haechan: he’s most definitely going to tell you, he’s gonna be touchy and he’s probably gonna be under you so much. Haechan is probably gonna just tell you in you’re face “I want to fuck” he doesn’t care.

Jeno; same with jeno, he’s just gonna tell you straight up that he wants to fuck you. Jeno probably would be hella touchy with you. He would probably be kissing all on you’re neck and then stare at you in you’re eyes and do a smirk.

Jaemin: jaemin hmmm.. I feel like he would be straight up with you, I think jaemin would just ask nicely if he can have sex with you. I feel like he’s really sweet but in bed he’s a devil but if he wants to I feel like he would just ask nicely.

Chenle: I feel like chenle would be straight about it and make a couple of jokes, also feel like chenle would be like “I’m horny” and laugh about it and then be serious “like I’m actually horny”. Chenle would probably be sliding his hand up you’re thigh and kissing you heavy and maybe tease you a bit.

Jisung: he would most definitely beat around the bush he wouldn’t tell you, you’ll have to get it out of him. Jisung would be really shy. Jisung would say “I… guess I-I am” if you were to ask him if he was horny, he would turn so red if you caught him.

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