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i see you all 👀 sub!dreamies thoughts/headcannons coming tomorrow~

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bf!dreamies accidentally sending a message for you to the group chat (suggestive ver)

pairing | idol!dreamies x fem!reader

content | really stupid, suggestive but in a funny way

notes | i'm done with the semester, so i'm trying to upload more often! should have something else up tomorrow night :)

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i fear we may need some more sub!dreamies content on this platform… and i may have to be the one to deliver

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this had me giggling and kicking my feet 😚

'choose me, PLEASE' | simp Haechan

summary: Haechan’s entire brain rewired after that single sentence sweet, shy, innocent Jisung oh-so nonchalantly said while eating a burger, and now? He’s on a mission.

this story is a sequel of:

╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ ‘choose me’ ʕ •ᴥ• ʔ ♡

pairings: haechan x afab!reader┊genre: fluff (with a sprinkle of comedy), hc is a hard simp who values consent & is patient┊wc: 2.8k┊cw: minimal cursing/swearing

a/n: thank u to the anon who motivated me to write this sequel 🫶

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Lee Donghyuck, also known to the general public as Haechan, menace, chaotic but charming pos, vocal king, and professional yapper, was many things.

But above all?

He was head-over-heels, irrevocably, unapologetically, pathetically in love with you.

And damn, did everyone know it.

“You’ve literally been smiling at your phone for the past ten minutes,” Mark muttered, balancing a chopstick between his upper lip and nose for some unknown reason.

Haechan didn’t even look up.

“Can you blame me? She asked me out. ME! I was the chosen one.”

Renjun rolled his eyes. “You act like you didn’t spend months soft-launching her in every Instagram story and thirsting in her DMs.”

“Exactly! And all that hard work paid off,” Haechan declared, holding his heart like a Disney Princess who just found true love.

“This isn’t just a win for me. This is a win for all persistent, chaotic men out there.”

“You’re so dramatic,” Chenle snorted.

“Let him be,” Jaemin grinned. “He’s fucking in love.”

And yeah, he really fucking was.

After months of him yapping at you in hallways, showing up with your favorite drinks unannounced, and turning every conversation into a chance to make you laugh, you had reached out first for a date.

Haechan had been spinning since.

But he wasn’t blind. He knew your reputation very well.

People liked to talk. “Tinder girl” or “serial swiper”, as many people call you. And while it bugged him sometimes, he never said anything.

He liked you for you. Every unbothered, clever, sarcastic, onion-loving bit of you.

But then Jisung—sweet, shy, innocent Park Jisung who had zero idea what kind of bomb he was dropping—uttered a single sentence that rewired Haechan’s entire brain.

“Did you know she deleted Tinder.”

Haechan stared at Jisung like he had just grown a second head like the mythical creatures you two often talked about. 

“What?”

“She deleted Tinder,” Jisung repeated, mid-bite of his burger.

“Said she’s not interested in dating around anymore, just seeing where it goes now with you.” he added, nonchalantly.

A hush fell over the lunch table.

Mark choked on his rice.

Chenle gasped so loudly, an old lady at the next table turned to look.

Jaemin screamed into a napkin.

Renjun and Jeno stared at Haechan like he was about to spontaneously combust.

And he kind of did.

“She deleted Tinder…” Haechan repeated, eyes wide. “For me???”

Jisung shrugged as he took another bite of his burger.

“I guess so.”

It was at that moment that Haechan knew he needed to step up his game. Again.

Not to win you over, though. You were already on your way to being his.

But to show you that he noticed.

That he cared about every little thing.

Your likes, your dislikes. Your stress levels, your bad back, your caffeine dependency, your hatred of soggy onions.

ALL of it.

So when he heard you were skipping lunch to prep for the university festival?

He rallied the squad.

You were sweating, covered in paint, and very close to committing minor arson when you heard it.

“Y/N!”

You turned around mid-rant after some freshman had dropped a whole box of flyers and froze.

Mark, Renjun, Jeno, Jaemin, Chenle, and Jisung were all standing in the middle of the hallway, looking way too clean and composed to be real.

“What the hell?”

“We’re here to help,” Mark said casually, already rolling up his sleeves.

“Are you serious? Why?”

“Because we like you,” Jaemin said with a wink.

“Because you clearly need it,” Renjun added, stepping over a paintbrush.

“Also because Haechan threatened us,” Jeno deadpanned.

“Where is Haechan?” you asked, suspicious.

“He’ll be here,” Chenle grinned. “Had to pick something up.”

You narrowed your eyes but didn’t argue. You were too tired, and honestly, you needed the help.

But of course, nothing was ever simple when the boys were around.

Because within five minutes, a group of university girls (probably from the next booth over) had started coming over where you were. Smiling, twirling their hair, leaning in to 'ask for help'.

“Hey, can you help me lift this? You look so strong,” one of them purred at Jeno.

“Uh… I have a girlfriend.”

“No, he doesn’t,” Chenle whispered. Jeno elbowed him in the ribs.

“Renjun, by any chance, are you single?” another girl asked, practically batting her eyelashes. Renjun didn’t even look up.

“Emotionally unavailable.”

“Hi, what’s your name?” someone tried with Jaemin.

“Sorry, I’m in love with someone else,” he said brightly, then muttered, “Who I haven’t even met yet, but I’m manifesting.”

But then the worst one turned to Haechan, who had just arrived—sweaty, breathless, arms holding a large paper bag.

“Hey, Haechan. I was wondering if we can go on a date after the festival?”

He didn’t miss a beat.

“No, I'm taken. Very taken. Stupidly, pathetically taken.”

The girl scoffed. “Oh, you serious?”

“Yeah. Serious enough that I’d reject you in this life, the next one, and every damn lifetime I get after that,” Haechan said, not even sparing her a glance as he pushed past.

He made a beeline for you.

“Did you think I’d let you starve again?”

You turned, surprised, as he dropped a paper bag in front of you.

Inside was your favorite food—with extra onions, just the way you liked it. Your go-to dessert and coffee from that café a good thirty-minute walk away. Energy drinks, and pain relief patches.

“For your back,” he added, holding them up proudly.

“Because I know it acts up when you’re stressed.”

You stared at him, the noise around you fading in the background.

“What the fuck,” you whispered. “How do you remember all this?”

He just grinned, boyish and cocky and painfully attractive.

“I just do.”

Hours later, when the festival prep was done and the guys had retreated to their dorms, Haechan found himself on your couch, legs tucked up, phone discarded somewhere.

“You wanna eat dinner?” he asked casually.

“I’m too tired to chew,” you groaned from where you were face-down in a pillow.

He clicked his tongue. “You can’t sleep on an empty stomach.”

“You gonna force-feed me?”

“I’m gonna cook for you, actually.”

“You can cook???”

“I can cook ramen,” he said, rummaging through your empty fridge and pathetic excuse of a pantry. 

“You need to go grocery shopping.”

“No time.”

“We’ll go together this weekend.”

You didn’t argue.

Eventually, he found ramen and made it exactly the way you liked it. You took one bite and stared at him like he had just performed a miracle.

“What the—how the fuck did you make it perfect?”

With a smug smile, he slid his phone across the table.

“Notes app. Took notes during our FaceTime calls. Every time you made ramen, I watched, listened, and learned.”

You stared at him in disbelief. 

“You have a Notes app entry dedicated to my ramen?” you said as you read the very detailed notes he took.

1. Add only half of the seasoning packet after 2 minutes of boiling 2. Add sesame oil; 1 and a half teaspoons only 3. Boil noodles for EXACTLY 3 min & 30 seconds; no more, no less!!!!!! 4. Turn stove off, add egg immediately, cover and leave to cook for 1 minute using residual heat 5. MOST IMPORTANT❗❗❗ Serve my 🤞future wife 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨👰🏻🤵🏻🤞 with love 💖 affection 🥰 adoration 💕😍💘

“Don’t act surprised. You know I’m a hard simp for you.”

You laughed, loud and real. God, he loved that sound. 

The two of you talked for hours. About nonsense, about dreams, about nothing and everything. And as you spoke, Haechan couldn’t stop staring.

The way your eyes lit up when you talked about something you loved. All your hand gestures. The way you tilted your head when you were about to say something smart-ass-y.

He was so screwed. So fucking screwed.

When it was time for him to leave, you walked him to the door, your voice softer than usual.

“Thanks for today, seriously… you were amazing.”

He shrugged, trying to seem cool despite the way his heart was screaming. 

“Anything for you.”

You stepped in and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

His brain shut down.

“That’s for being sweet,” you murmured, visibly blushing.

He opened his mouth to say something. Maybe a joke, maybe a plea for another kiss.

But before he could even get the words out, you leaned in again and kissed him on the lips.

It was so sweet, so soft, so warm that Haechan felt all fuzzy inside.

Then you pulled back with a shy smile.

“You deserved that. Good night, Lee Donghyuck.”

Haechan walked home that night giggling like a damn schoolgirl, skipping down the sidewalk.

He didn’t sleep that night. He just couldn’t.

Too busy replaying the kiss. Too busy falling in love all over again.

Haechan was dead serious about grocery shopping with you that weekend. He never forgot the image of your empty fridge and pantry.

From the moment the shopping cart hit the tile floor of the supermarket, however, he knew he had made a mistake.

Not about coming here with you. Never about that.

But bringing along the rest of NCT DREAM? That was asking for chaos. 

And they delivered.

Renjun and Chenle were three seconds away from a fistfight over which brand of dumplings “tasted like home".

Mark was trying to prevent Jisung from dumping eight family-size frozen pizzas into the cart.

Jaemin had disappeared somewhere near the meat section.

And Jeno… well, Jeno was quietly loading protein bars.

In the middle of it all was you, trying so hard not to lose your mind. Eyes sharp, sleeves rolled, your phone out with a list, and your tolerance hanging by a thread.

Haechan couldn’t stop staring at you in awe though.

You were tired, stressed, beautiful. His (even if you hadn’t officially said it yet; he just believed in manifestation). And he had never wanted to take care of someone more in his life.

He drifted toward you, grinning. “You good, baby?”

You let out a sigh.

“I just saw Jisung try to eat a dried squid like a snack.”

“Protein,” Haechan nodded seriously. 

“You all have one brain cell and it’s constantly overheating.”

“And yet,” he said, bumping your shoulder playfully, “you keep showing up.”

You shook your head, but your smile tugged at the corners. He caught it, always did.

And then, he started his little mission.

While the guys fought over snacks and Jisung questioned the difference between ‘plain yogurt' and ‘Greek yogurt’, Haechan was pulling things from your cart and swapping them.

He snuck in quality produce, whole grains, probiotic drinks. Things he knew you never bought for yourself because they were too expensive or felt unnecessary.

“You’re not sneaky,” you whispered, catching him replacing your soda with vitamin water.

“I’m caring,” he replied. “There’s a difference.”

“You’re annoying.”

“You’re unhealthy. Let me love you properly.”

He meant it.

At checkout, you tried to pay. And Haechan—full-time menace, part-time boyfriend hopeful—snatched your wallet with reflexes born from years of being nosy.

“I got it.”

“Haechan—”

“Nope, I’m paying. You deserve nice things. Like salmon and A5 Wagyu.”

“It’s a grocery run, not a honeymoon—”

“Too late. I’m already emotionally invested in your fridge, your health, and your life.”

He said it so confidently, so shamelessly, the cashier actually giggled.

Haechan didn’t care. He tapped his card like it was nothing and slung the bags over his shoulders like a knight delivering offerings to his queen.

Back at your apartment, you both unpacked in comfortable silence. The rest of the guys had gone back to their dorms, and now it was just you and him.

Haechan placed your drinks in the fridge in rainbow order while you arranged the dry goods.

He felt good here, like he always belonged.

He snuck glances at you as you folded and stacked, moving around the space he now knew better than his own dorm kitchen. You looked peaceful, your brows slightly furrowed in concentration.

God, he was down bad.

Once everything was away, he leaned on the counter and gave you a look.

That look.

“What?” you asked, cautious.

“Can I kiss you?”

Your shoulders relaxed just a little. 

“You’re asking?”

“I just want to make sure,” he said.

“Because this one’s not just for being cute... or for making Mark gag. This one’s because I’m into you. Deep. I want this to be meaningful.”

You smiled softly at him and nodded, “Yeah, I’d like that.”

Haechan didn’t think the moment could get any better after you said yes to the kiss.

He had asked because, of course, he would. He should.

That was just who he was with you: careful, patient, a little hopeless. Always waiting for the green light. And when you gave it with that soft smile on your face, he swore the earth tilted under his feet.

The kiss had been slow, sweet, and tender. And now, you sat next to him on your couch, your fingers still tangled with his, your heart steady but loud in the quiet of the apartment.

Then you looked at him, and he saw something shift in your eyes. Something big.

“Haechan…” you called softly.

“Can I be your girlfriend?”

His heart slammed in his chest.

He froze, blinking as if he hadn’t heard you right. But before he could say anything, you kept going.

“I think you’re the one I’ve been looking for all along. And I don’t know if it’s too late, but I really regret not making the effort to get to know you better earlier... I wasted so much time dating shitty men who couldn’t even treat me like a person… or see me the way you've always seen me.”

His chest ached, but you weren’t done. 

“You were always there. Holding space for me... never asking for anything. And now, looking at you, I just—I can’t believe I didn’t see it before. You’re the best plot twist of my life.”

He swore time stood still.

“I’m sorry I made you wait this long. I’m sorry I was out there swiping left and right while you were just… quietly being everything I ever needed. Thank you for sticking with me, Lee Donghyuck.”

And then—

“I love you,” Haechan blurted.

The words slipped out so fast, so soft, he barely noticed he said them aloud until your eyes widened.

He didn’t even mean to blurt it—he was just overflowing with so much love for you. Shocked. Elated. Completely gone.

You finally chose him.

He took a shaky breath, calming his racing heart.

“I didn’t say it because I wanted anything back,” he murmured.

“I just… I’ve loved you for so long without needing you to love me too. But now you’re here saying all this… it feels like I finally got to wake up in the dream I’ve been stuck in for a long time.”

You stared at him, visibly flustered now, lips parted like you couldn’t figure out what to do with yourself. Your eyes flicked everywhere, anywhere but his, like his confession shut your brain off.

He chuckled softly. “You’re shy now? After all that?” he teased, leaning in just enough to nudge your nose with his. 

“Do you know how long I’ve waited to hear you say anything like that?”

You couldn’t hide the obvious blush creeping up your face anymore, and with a small noise, you grabbed him and hugged him tightly, arms around his waist like you needed to hide in him.

Haechan melted immediately, arms coming around you, a huge smile tugging at his lips it almost hurt.

“God, you’re so cute,” he whispered into your hair.

“You’re done for, you know that? I’m gonna spoil you so bad, you’ll forget Tinder ever existed.”

You let out a muffled laugh against his chest.

And that’s when it finally hit him, the absurdity of it all.

“Oh my god, the guys owe me so much money.”

You pulled back slightly to look at him, confused.

“They all said I was delusional,” he said, dramatically rolling his eyes. 

“That I’d stay your unofficial simp until I died. Jeno even bet me an entire month’s allowance that I’d never get past friend zone.”

You burst out laughing, and he grinned, leaning in like he was letting you in on a secret.

“But look at me now,” he whispered.

“Right here, with the girl who chose me.”

He kissed your cheek once, then twice for good luck, then smiled into your skin. 

“I can’t wait to tell Jeno. I’m asking for payment in both hard cash and public humiliation.”

You giggled and leaned into him again, cheeks warm, heart full of happiness.

He was still Haechan. Dramatic, ridiculous, absolutely in love.

But now, he's officially yours.

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accepting requests atm ₍ᐢ._.ᐢ₎♡

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hi idk if ur accepting thoughts but i need to empty my brain sub!reader but subbier(?)!renjun ……. i’m gonna die

𓏲 ˖. ♡̷̸ soft & sweet ⤿ ( 黄仁俊 )

cw. ⋮ smut .ᐟ lots of begging and desperation, unprotected sex ( do not do this ), oral ( f and m receiving ). mdni. ﾒ 紀要 can two people both be shy and still fall into something this intense?

ㅤ作者 : hiaiiai anon ! i hope u love this needy, begging renjun just as much as i loved writing him :3 watching him so soft and desperate was honestly the best. i really hope this hits just right for u 😋

the sun is going down slow, bleeding gold and pink across the sky. you’re at some rental villa on the coast, invited by mutual friends, crammed into rooms with too little sleep and too many inside jokes, and the pool has been your favorite part.

quiet. private. hidden behind the tall walls of the property. and right now, it’s only you and renjun.

he’s sitting at the edge, legs in the water, palms pressed behind him, leaning back with his head tilted toward the sky. golden hour is cruel to him. it softens every edge, glows on his collarbones and cheeks, lights his wet lashes from the side.

his hair’s still damp from earlier — he hasn’t gone back in since — and he hasn’t looked at you since you came out in your swimsuit. or rather, he’s tried not to.

you wade into the pool slowly, the water cool against your thighs. you’d brought a towel with you, but you shed it before stepping in, and now you feel.. almost naked.

too exposed. the swimsuit is modest enough in theory, one piece, open back, not even that much cleavage, but the way his eyes keep flickering your way and then darting away says otherwise.

"you okay?" you ask, voice light, trying to play it off.

renjun nods too quickly. “yeah. yeah, just—warm. sun’s nice.”

you glance at him, he’s not even facing the sun. “you’re red,” you say, teasing, moving closer. “are you blushing?”

he scoffs under his breath, like it’s ridiculous. “no.”

but his ears give him away. that pretty flush is crawling down his neck, blooming under the collar of the oversized button-down he threw on earlier.

it’s unbuttoned now, hanging loose over his swim trunks, revealing soft lines of skin you’ve definitely never seen before, not like this. not half-wet, shirt clinging, hair sticking to his forehead.

you’re close enough to see his throat flex when he swallows. “you’re staring,” he mumbles.

you blink. “so were you.” he shuts his eyes. sighs. “i wasn’t trying to.”

"you do a bad job at hiding it."

“you—” his voice cuts out as you take another step forward. water lapping at your hips now. closer. closer. the space between your legs and his knees is almost gone. “you’re literally in that. how am i supposed to not look?”

you cross your arms, trying not to squirm under his gaze. "it’s just a swimsuit."

“it’s not just anything,” he says, eyes flickering up. you catch it. the full glance. the little inhale. “you look… really good.”

your stomach flips. he says it like it hurts to admit it. like he’s barely holding it in.

you shift your weight, water sloshing around your thighs. “you’ve never looked at me like this before.”

he opens his mouth, then shuts it again.

his hands flex against the tile. he’s nervous, you can see it, feel it. his whole body is stiff, like he’s holding himself back.

not from you, exactly, but from something inside himself. something tight, unfamiliar, impossible to say out loud. “maybe i’ve always wanted to,” he finally says, voice low.

you blinked, the air changes. his eyes meet yours for the first time all evening. they’re big and brown and glassy, like he’s caught in the middle of wanting to run away and wanting you to pull him closer. it makes your chest squeeze.

you step between his knees. carefully. softly. the water laps at his legs now.

“so what now?” you ask, half-laughing, voice too breathless to sound confident. “do we.. act on it? or just pretend this isn’t happening?”

he looks overwhelmed. you don’t blame him. your heart’s beating too fast. your fingers are trembling where they float under the water.

“i don’t know,” he says honestly. “i’ve never wanted to be the first one to—”

“me neither.”

you’re both too soft for this.

too easily flustered. too used to the background, to letting everyone else be loud and wild and bold. and yet — somehow — you’ve always ended up next to each other, gravitating toward the same quiet corners, whispering in dark kitchens at 2am while the party swirls around you. and now here you are: almost touching. almost something.

renjun’s voice breaks the silence. “can i..?”

you nod, not even knowing what he’s about to do.

he lifts his hand. moves like he’s going to touch your waist, but changes his mind at the last second and lets his fingers barely graze your wrist instead. it’s so gentle. so painfully soft.

“i’m so scared of ruining this,” he whispers.

“what if it’s not ruined?” you ask.

you step in again, until your knees hit the edge of the pool. his thighs are warm against your sides. he’s breathing fast. you can see it in the rise and fall of his chest. his hands hover, unsure.

“can i… see more?” he asks, eyes flicking to your chest and then back to your face. “not—not everything, i mean. i just—fuck, i feel so stupid.”

“you’re not.”

“i just…” he hesitates, eyes darting down again. “i keep thinking about how soft you’d feel.”

you blinked. "renjun."

he buries his face in his hands, groaning. "sorry—i'm sorry, i don't know why i said that."

you feel like you’re on fire. cheeks hot. body tingling. “what if i wanted to hear it?”

he peeks up at you, startled. you reach for his hands, pulling them gently from his face.

and his eyes — god, they look wrecked. like he’s already imagining things he shouldn’t. like he’s been craving this for way longer than he’d ever admit.

“do you want me to get closer?” you ask.

he nods, barely. like he’s scared to speak again. so you did. you climb up, straddling the space between his legs, chest still glistening with water, face inches from his.

he breathes in sharp. “what are we doing?” he whispers.

you don’t know. but you’re both trembling. both flushed. both hard and wet and aching with something bigger than shyness now. something you’ve been holding back for too long.

you brush your lips over his cheek — barely there. his hands grip your thighs like he can’t believe you’re real. and then, in a voice so quiet it almost breaks —

“can we go inside?” he asks.

the door shuts behind you with a soft click, muffled under the sound of your quiet breaths and the faint drip of water from your soaked skin.

you’re still wrapped in towels from the pool — barely, anyway — and everything feels louder now. the silence. the tension. the way renjun keeps glancing at you when he thinks you’re not looking.

you walk a little ahead, heart pounding as you step into the dim hallway, the light of your shared guest room spilling out faintly. you can feel his eyes on the back of your legs. you wonder if he can hear the way your breath hitches.

your hands are trembling as you touch the edge of the bed. you sit down slowly, legs still damp, towel slipping just slightly as your thighs press together. you can’t bring yourself to look at him yet.

“are you sure?” you ask, your voice small. nervous.

renjun is standing just a few feet away, still at the threshold of the room. he doesn’t answer right away. instead, he stares at you for a moment, like he’s memorizing something he never thought he’d get to see. then, carefully, he steps inside and walks toward you.

he kneels down in front of you, the wooden floor creaking faintly beneath him. “i’ve never been more sure about anything,” he says quietly, and when he says it, it sounds so sincere, it makes your stomach twist.

he’s flushed all the way to his collarbone, skin dewy and glowing from the pool. his towel sits low on his hips, clinging to him slightly from the water.

but it’s his eyes that make your throat dry, the way they look up at you like he’s in awe. like you’re something precious he doesn’t know how to touch yet.

“can i kiss you?” he asks, voice breaking just slightly at the edges.

you nod, barely, cheeks burning, heart in your throat.

renjun leans in slowly, giving you time to pull back if you need to. but you don’t. you can’t. not when he’s looking at you like this.

his lips brush against yours, soft at first — barely a kiss, really — like he’s testing the weight of it. then he kisses you again, deeper this time, and you can feel how nervous he is. the kiss is tentative, trembling, both of you figuring it out as you go.

your mouths open against each other slowly. you taste the faint sweetness of the poolwater on his lips. his fingers find your thighs, the skin still wet and warm from earlier. yours reach up into his damp hair, curling around the strands at the nape of his neck.

he lets out a tiny, muffled sound when you tug gently. you pull him closer — just slightly — and your towel slips further. he pulls back for just a second, eyes flicking down, and his breath catches.

“fuck,” he whispers, not even meaning to say it out loud. “you’re so—”

“don’t say it,” you murmur, suddenly shy, ducking your head.

he tilts his head, looking at you with the softest smile. “why not?”

“you’ll make me shy,” you mumble, barely able to meet his gaze.

his hand comes up to your chin, gently tipping it toward him.

“you are shy,” he says softly. “but you’re still letting me see you. that’s.. that’s the prettiest thing i’ve ever seen.”

you look away again, but your heart is fluttering now. it feels overwhelming, being wanted like this. being seen.

you don’t know what’s changed tonight, what made all of this cross that invisible line, but when he leans in to kiss you again, your body leans into it instinctively. you don’t even think. you just want.

this time, you push him back with you. slowly, you shift until he’s on his back against the mattress, towel barely holding onto his hips. his cheeks go bright red when you straddle him, the softest gasp falling from his lips.

you hesitate, looking down at the knot of fabric.

“can i..?” you ask softly, fingers resting against the edge.

he nods quickly, breathlessly. “yeah. please.”

you pull it away slowly. his cock springs free, already flushed pink at the tip, stiff against his belly. the breath he lets out is shaky, almost embarrassed. his hands come up to hide his face, forearm shielding his eyes.

“don’t look at me like that,” he says under his breath.

“why?”

“you’ll make me shy,” he mumbles, voice tight.

you bite your lip to keep from smiling, still blushing yourself. you glance down at him, blinking slowly, your gaze lingering on the way he’s twitching under your eyes. you lean down, heart pounding, and press the softest kiss to the base of his cock.

his hips jerk.

“b-baby—” he breathes, voice cracking. “you don’t—you don’t have to—oh my god—”

you kiss up the length of him, slowly, teasingly, until your lips wrap around the head. he lets out the softest, most broken moan, head falling back into the pillow. one of his hands flies up, clutching the sheets like it’s the only thing grounding him.

you pull off slowly, leaving a string of spit clinging to your lips. his cock twitches as the cool air brushes over the wet skin, and his thighs are shaking. you glance up, flushed and breathless.

renjun is staring at you like he’s seeing something unreal, like you’ve just cracked open a part of him no one else has ever reached. his hand grips the sheets so tightly his knuckles are white.

“c-can i touch you?” he breathes out. “p-please, baby, i—i need to. i want to make you feel that good too. please let me—”

your heart races. you don’t say anything at first, just nod slowly, and his whole body seems to sigh in relief.

he shifts down between your thighs so fast it's almost clumsy, towel forgotten somewhere at the edge of the bed. you lie back against the pillows, your own towel still half-wrapped around your chest, legs trembling as he spreads them gently.

he looks up, eyes wide, voice small. “you okay?”

you nod, already breathless. “y-yeah...”

“tell me if you want me to stop,” he says, and then, like he can’t help himself, he mutters, “even though i’ll die if you do.”

he leans down, breathing deeply. and the moment his lips graze your folds, he lets out the softest moan, like just tasting you short-circuits something in his brain.

“oh my god,” he says into your skin, voice muffled. “oh my god. you taste like fucking heaven.”

you let out a tiny whimper, hand flying up to cover your face again.

“no, don’t hide—please—please let me see you like this,” he begs softly, voice raw with need. his hands gently pull yours away from your eyes, then he kisses the inside of your thigh like an apology. “you’re so pretty. you don’t even know what you’re doing to me.”

he starts slow. languid licks, long and deliberate, his tongue pressing into you like he wants to memorize your taste. every time you twitch, he moans into you, like your pleasure is his own.

“you’re so wet,” he pants. “did i do that? was that for me?”

you nod, barely able to breathe. “y-yeah…”

he groans, full-bodied, and his hips grind faintly against the mattress like he’s struggling not to touch himself.

“i wanna live here,” he whimpers, voice shaking. “i don’t wanna stop—don’t make me stop—fuck—please keep letting me—”

and then he sucks gently on your clit and you cry out, thighs jerking around his head. he moans again, louder this time, and flattens his tongue, licking in soft circles until you’re squirming, hands gripping the sheets like lifelines.

he keeps muttering into your pussy like he’s drunk on you.

“so soft, so sweet… god, you’re so warm—can’t believe this is real—”

you try to close your legs again, too sensitive, but he won’t let you.

“baby,” he whines, “don’t run away, please—just a little more, i’ll be so gentle, promise—just let me have you.”

you cum like that — soft and sudden, a cry caught in your throat, thighs shaking as he licks you through it. he doesn’t stop. he stays there, tongue working slow and deep, humming softly as he drinks it all in.

it makes your back arch. you sob into the pillow.

“you taste so f-fucking good,” he groans against your skin. “i could eat you all night—fuck, let me keep going—please—please—”

you finally have to tug at his hair gently to get him to stop, and when he pulls back, his mouth and chin are soaked, lips swollen, eyes glassy.

he crawls up your body slowly, like he’s still floating, dazed. his hands find your hips, fingers trembling.

“you let me do that,” he whispers in awe. “you’re so sweet, baby—so good for me—so fucking good, i don’t even deserve—”

you kiss him softly to shut him up, and he whines into your mouth.

his cock is pressed between your bodies now, slick from earlier, twitching and needy. you reach down, wrap your hand around it again, and he gasps.

“n-no, i’ll cum—please—let me cum inside—please—please—”

and that’s when he says it.

“please let me be inside you,” he begs, his voice breaking, lips brushing against your cheek like a prayer. “i—i won’t move unless you want me to. i just wanna feel you. i’ve never wanted anything this badly, i swear.”

and you say yes. because nothing has ever felt so right.

you don’t even have to say anything. just the way your eyes flutter when he kisses you, the way your legs shift apart instinctively beneath his weight, it’s enough.

renjun moves quickly but gently, guiding you to lie back on the bed. his hands tremble as he settles over you, the towel finally falling from his hips.

your bodies press together, skin warm and damp, and for a long second, he just looks at you. like he can’t believe this is real. renjun exhales shakily above you, like he’s been holding his breath all night. he brushes his nose against yours, careful, affectionate.

“lie back for me,” he murmurs. “let me take care of you.”

you obey without thinking, heart thudding hard in your chest as you sink into the pillows. renjun follows, towel falling completely away now. he settles between your legs, bracing himself on trembling arms, and just stays there for a moment, hovering.

his eyes roam your face like he’s memorizing every detail. flushed cheeks, parted lips, soft gaze. he brushes your hair away, then leans in and kisses you again, slower this time. deeper.

you make a soft noise in the back of your throat and he swallows it down like it’ll kill him if he doesn’t.

“i’ve wanted this for so long,” he whispers, lips barely touching yours. “wanted you. just like this. just for me.”

you reach down, fingers shaky, and guide him where you want him. his eyes flutter shut when he feels it, your hand wrapping around him, lining him up to your entrance, your body already aching, already wet. your thighs tremble.

“please,” you whisper. “i want you inside.”

renjun chokes on a sound that’s almost a sob. he presses his forehead to yours, voice cracking as he stares down at you.

“baby—please tell me you want it too,” he begs. “tell me you need me. i’m gonna lose my mind if you don’t say it again.”

you nod, breath catching. “i need you. i need you so bad.”

“fuck, thank you,” he gasps. “thank you—please let me make you feel good. i’ll be good, i swear—i’ll make it so good—”

his hips roll forward gently, and when he finally pushes in, both of you gasp at once. the stretch is deep, slow, painfully tender. your hands cling to his back, nails biting into his skin. he keeps moving inch by inch, shallow thrusts to ease the burn, to hear every breath you take.

“fuck—baby, you’re so warm, so perfect,” he whimpers, already shaking. “please keep me in, don’t push me out. let me stay, let me give you everything—”

“don’t stop using me,” he begs. “please keep me inside—let me stay like this,”

your thighs wrap around his waist, locking him in. he groans when he sinks the rest of the way in, fully seated inside you, chest heaving against yours.

“don’t stop,” you beg, voice soft and broken. “don’t pull out. stay, just stay, please.”

he kisses you again, sloppier this time. desperate. like he’s about to break in your arms.

“i’m not going anywhere,” he promises. “not when you feel like this. baby, i don’t ever wanna leave.”

he starts moving, slow, deep thrusts that make you whimper into his mouth. your legs tighten around his hips. his pelvis brushes yours with every grind, and he shudders each time he hears you moan.

“you’re so good,” you pant. “feels so good, jun. you’re filling me up so deep—”

“yeah?” he pants, hips rocking harder. “you like being under me like this? you like me fucking you slow?”

“yes—yes—please, keep going—feels so good i can’t think—”

“don’t say that,” he moans, full-body trembling. “don’t say it like that—i’m gonna lose it, fuck—i don’t deserve to hear you like this, don’t deserve how sweet you sound—”

your hands cup his face, pulling him down so he’s even closer. you kiss him again, deeper now, hips meeting his in a slow grind that drives both of you mad.

your bodies move like they were made for this. his thrusts get more frantic, needy, but still controlled, still tender.

“you’re making me feel insane,” he sobs against your lips. “please tell me it’s mine, tell me you’re mine.”

“i’m yours,” you whisper, tears pricking your lashes. “you feel so good, renjun, i don’t wanna be anywhere else. just want you—”

he gasps, almost cries right there. “you’re gonna make me cry—fuck—baby, you’re gonna make me cry.”

he pulls back slightly, breath ragged, and blinks down at you.

“come sit on me,” he breathes. “i wanna see you. wanna feel you all around me.”

you nod, dazed, and he shifts quickly — backs up toward the headboard, sitting against it with his legs crossed. his cock, flushed and glistening, bobs between his thighs as he waits, arms outstretched.

you crawl into his lap slowly, still trembling, and line yourself up. when you sink down onto him, both of you moan loud. it’s deeper this way. so much deeper. your arms loop around his shoulders and his hands grab at your hips like he’s scared you’ll disappear.

“fuck—fuck—you’re taking me so well,” he gasps. “i can feel everything—so tight—so perfect, baby, please don’t stop grinding, please—i’ll do anything—”

you whimper as you start to move, rolling your hips in slow, aching circles. the friction is perfect. overwhelming. you bury your face in his neck, panting.

“i love this,” you whisper. “jun, it feels too good, i don’t know what to do—”

“just keep going, baby, please ride me just like that. don’t stop, don’t stop—please—fuck, i’ll beg you forever—”

“please please don’t let go,” you sob against his shoulder. “i feel too good—i’m gonna cry, jun, i can’t—i need you so bad—”

he’s crying too, just quieter. breath shaking as he clings to you like something precious. “baby, you feel like heaven, please let me give you more.. i-i’ll never stop if you let me—please—let me love you like this—”

you cling to him, moaning into his skin as the pressure builds. he’s trembling now, arms locked tight around you, hips moving up to meet yours with every roll.

“you’re making me lose my mind,” he sobs. “i can’t, i’m gonna cum—fuck, i’m gonna cum j-just from this—please let me—baby, i need it so bad—”

you’re so close. you whimper his name, again and again, until you’re barely saying anything at all. just gasping. clinging. grinding harder.

“please cum with me,” you whisper. “please, renjun. i want it. i-i want e-everything—”

“fuckfuckfuck—baby, i’m there, i’m gonna fill you up, please let me—please.. i can’t hold it—”

you clench around him hard and it pushes him over the edge. he cums with a cry, buried deep inside you, voice cracking with every twitch of his hips. he holds you like he’ll fall apart without you, like if he lets go he’ll break into pieces.

and you fall with him.

you came in his lap, legs trembling, body pulsing around him, forehead pressed to his as he whispers your name like a prayer.

it takes a while to come down. you’re both soaked in sweat, still joined, still clinging. his breath hitches as he feels you shake in his arms, lips brushing your temple.

“you’re mine,” he whispers. “can’t believe you’re mine.”

you nod, breath still shaky. voice hoarse. renjun clings to you like he never wants to be anywhere else again. “only yours,” you whisper back. “always.”

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actually insane cause i was thinking about this this morning 😵‍💫😵‍💫

(18+mdni)

ᯓ★ you love haechan's thighs

and he noticed it real quick, how could he not? the way your gaze instantly dropped the moment he walked in wearing those damn shorts. his thighs, plump and stupidly juicy, were just there, out in the open, and your eyes followed them like they had a gravitational pull. you tried to be subtle. really, you did. but he wasn’t stupid. especially not when your hand found its way to his leg under the table, caressing the skin like it was second nature now. sometimes slow, sometimes idle, sometimes with purpose, but always there.

he didn’t say anything at first, just kept smirking to himself every time your fingers twitched when he shifted, like you were trying so hard not to react. cute. but pointless. because he could feel it. see it. all of it. so when you both finally got home, all that pretending? gone. you weren’t even trying to be subtle anymore. you practically threw yourself at him, pulling him into a kiss the second the door shut, lips crashing into his like you’d been holding back for hours, because you had.

and he barely had time to react before you pushed him down onto the couch, straddling his lap like it was your throne, your hands in his hair, your mouth on his, desperate and demanding. it was cute. really cute. especially with the way you immediately tried to roll your hips against him, chasing the friction you so needed. he just chuckled lowly, holding you firmly in place, both hands gripping your hips, keeping you still.

"what's gotten into you today, hm?" he teased, biting your lower lip gently before pulling his head back, just enough to watch you chase his mouth in frustration. "nothing," you murmured, a little breathless, your voice muffled against his neck as you pressed soft kisses there. "just need you," you shifted your hips again, trying to grind down.

“yeah?” he nibblied gently at your ear. “you wanna ride my thigh, baby? is that what you need?” your soft moan in response was all the confirmation he needed—but of course, he needed to tease you just a little bit more.

his hand slid under your pants, fingertips finding the damp heat of your panties. “you’re dripping,” his voice filled with amusement, “all that for just a little of me?” the soft pressure of his fingers against your aching cunt made you tremble, a shiver running down your spine as your hips instinctively rolled down against his hand, seeking more.

"yes, yes, hyuck, only you, so please—" you whined, the sound shaky and desperate, one of his favorite versions of you: needy and willing to beg for him. he silenced you with a kiss, lips pressing against yours with a permissive smile as you clumsily worked your pants off, clearly too impatient to stop kissing him for even a second.

he leaned back and just watched you, eyes dark with hunger as your hands gripped his shoulders and you straddled his thigh like it was exactly where you belonged. you positioned yourself quickly, and the moment your soaked, bare pussy made contact with the firm muscle, you sucked your bottom lip between your teeth, already rolling your hips forward, slowly at first, but soon picking the pace. slick sounds followed immediately, and hyuck groaned softly, gripping your waist as you began grinding with more determination.

he didn’t really need to do anything, just sit back and let you use him. and god, did you. the way your forehead dropped onto his shoulder, your hands clutching him for support as you rocked yourself on his thigh, moaning his name like it was the only word you knew. the sound of your wetness smearing against his skin, the needy little gasps spilling from your lips—it was intoxicating.

and you must’ve really been craving it all night, because the next thing he knew, you were crying out his name in that soft, breathless voice he loved so much, trembling as you came on him. your chest rose and fell with each pant, and he could feel the warm, slick trail of your release dripping down his thigh.

“do you wanna ride the other one too?"

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bf!dreamies reacting to you forgetting that they can see your 'close friends' story

pairing | idol!dreamies x fem!reader

content | fluffy, suggestive

notes | this was just a shameless excuse to use that haechan photo... anyways i'm trying to get back into writing so hopefully you'll see some more content from me soon!! i'm also trying out a bit of a new formatting style, so lemme know what you think ^_^

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⭑ jeno and jisung are so obedient for you... ﹙+18﹚

the apartment was bathed in golden light from the setting sun, casting warm shadows over the furniture and painting the evening in soft tones.

it was pretty, cozy, warm… and silent.

you hadn’t even realized how quiet it had gotten until you turned from the kitchen and caught sight of jeno and jisung curled up on the couch together, both watching you like puppies too shy to ask for attention.

jeno sat back against the cushions, arms folded, brows slightly furrowed in that pouty way he got when he was craving affection but too proud to beg. meanwhile, jisung was half-sprawled across the other end, one knee drawn up, chewing lightly on his hoodie sleeve and sneaking glances at you, his cheeks faintly flushed.

they both looked so touch-starved it almost made you laugh. “what’s with the faces?” you asked, walking over with a smug smile. “you two look like i haven’t touched you in years.”

jisung let out a soft, whiny sound and opened his arms toward you like a child asking to be picked up. “you’ve been busy all day,” he mumbled, eyes wide. “i didn’t wanna bother you, but… i miss you.”

jeno scoffed, though his eyes softened. “he’s not wrong. you always say we can come to you, but then you make us wait like we’re being punished.”

“oh?” you raised a brow, climbing onto the couch and settling between them. “so what do you want then? my attention? my hands? my mouth…” your tone is suggestive, amused.

jeno swallowed thickly. “all of it.”

jisung was already crawling into your lap, hiding his face in your neck. “please…”

you ran your fingers through jisung’s soft hair and tugged jeno closer by the collar of his shirt. both of them leaned in immediately—eager, pliant, aching for touch. for your touch. jeno nuzzled at your shoulder, his breath catching when your hand slid along his thigh. jisung sighed contently when you cupped his cheek and whispered, “good boys.”

their shivers were immediate.

jeno kissed your collarbone, voice low and breathless. “please… let us make you feel good too. we’ll be good. just tell us what to do.”

and you planned to. slowly. thoroughly. letting them prove just how sweet and obedient they could be when all they wanted was to be wanted.

you tilt jisung’s chin up, brushing your thumb along his bottom lip, smiling when he parts them instinctively, eyes glassy and reverent.

“needy thing,” you whisper, and he nods before you even finish the sentence, cheeks pink, lips already trying to chase the pad of your thumb when it pulls away. “and you…” you glance over at jeno, who’s gripping the edge of the couch cushion like he needs something to hold onto. “you’ve been pouting all evening.”

“i wasn’t pouting,” he mumbles, but he leans in anyway, lips brushing your shoulder as if asking for forgiveness. “just… wanted you. missed your voice too.”

your fingers curl into jeno’s hair, tugging just enough to draw a quiet gasp from him. he melts into your touch instantly, kneeling on the couch so he can press closer—his breath stuttering when your other hand cups the back of jisung’s neck and pulls him in for a kiss.

it’s soft at first. just enough pressure to make him sigh. he tastes faintly of the candy he’d been snacking on earlier, lips cool and sweet and trembling against yours. when he whines, you let your tongue brush past his, just once, and he shudders with a soft sound that goes straight to your core.

“such a good boy, ji…” you murmur against his lips, and jisung groans like it physically affects him.

jeno watches hungrily, eyes dark, chest rising and falling fast. his hand finds your thigh, tentative, fingers squeezing like he’s grounding himself.

“don’t be shy now,” you purr, turning toward him. “come get your share.”

he doesn’t need to be told twice. jeno’s mouth crashes against yours, eager and desperate, like he’s been waiting hours just for this moment. he kisses you deeper—his tongue slipping past your lips, his hands clutching at your waist, pulling you closer like he wants to disappear into your skin.

jisung, flushed and dazed, buries his face into your neck again, lips trailing wet kisses across your skin, whispering breathy praises in between.

“you taste so good,” he mumbles, voice muffled. “you’re so warm. can’t get enough of you…”

with both boys pressed against you, hands trailing under your shirt, mouths worshiping every inch of you they can reach, it’s overwhelming in the most divine way. they're not demanding or rough—just worshipful, gentle, letting you set the pace as they melt under your praise.

two good boys, soft and obedient.

your fingers slip beneath jeno’s shirt, dragging upward over the taut line of his stomach. he shivers as you feel the way his muscles twitch beneath your palm—he’s tense, holding back, waiting for your permission like the obedient boy he is.

“take this off for me,” you murmur, and he follows instantly, sitting back just enough to strip the fabric over his head before returning to your side, panting lightly like the act itself had flustered him.

you glance at jisung, who’s still nuzzling into your neck, lips brushing the sensitive spot just beneath your jaw. “you too, sungie.”

he nods, cheeks flushed, and hurriedly pulls his shirt over his head—almost fumbling with it in his eagerness. he looks so pretty like that: eyes wide and warm, collarbones on display, breath caught in his throat as he waits for you to touch him again.

“mmh, look at you,” you whisper, letting your hands glide down their bare chests. “so good for me already. just wanna be praised, don’t you?”

both boys nod—jeno swallowing thickly, jisung murmuring a soft “yes, please” like it’s a prayer.

your hand trails lower, fingertips ghosting over jeno’s waistband as he bucks slightly into your touch. you smirk.

“so sensitive already?” you tease.

“i—i can’t help it,” jeno breathes. “you haven’t even really touched me yet and i’m already—”

you hush him with a kiss, slow and deep, while your hand cups him through his jeans—feeling how hard he is, how desperate he’s getting. his hips twitch, needy, but he doesn’t move more than that. he’s waiting for your permission.

meanwhile, jisung is practically vibrating beside you, watching intently as you work jeno up. you don’t forget about him—your other hand reaches for him, pressing flat against his lower stomach, slowly trailing downward until he gasps at the pressure of your palm over his aching cock.

“g-good girl,” jisung whispers without thinking, so drunk on the moment that he forgets himself.

you still for a beat, tilting your head to look at him with a slow smile. “oh?” you hum, pinning him gently under your stare. “is that what you think i am?”

he goes red to the tips of his ears. “n-no, i mean—i just—i didn’t mean—”

“you meant it,” jeno cuts in, amused and breathless. “she’s our girl. but she’s the one in charge.”

you grin, proud. “exactly.”

and then you press your palm firmer over both of them at once—two hard, desperate lengths twitching under your touch. their moans mix together in perfect harmony, and it’s nothing short of beautiful.

“lay back,” you instruct, voice velvet-smooth, coaxing them both to stretch out across the carpet. “i want to see everything.”

they do exactly as you say, side by side, pupils blown, bodies already trembling with anticipation.

your boys. eager, beautiful, and all yours.

and you’re going to make sure they know it—every inch of their bodies worshiped and wrecked by your hands, your voice, your love.

their bodies stretch across the carpet—bare skin glowing in the golden light, eyes on you like you're something holy.

jeno rests on his back, his chest rises and falls in quick, shallow breaths. jisung lies beside him, turned just slightly toward you, lips parted, his eyes flicking between your face and your hands like he’s starving for your touch.

you take your time crawling between them, fingers trailing along their thighs, gentle but firm. “you two look so pretty like this,” you whisper, and they both shiver under your praise. “so obedient. so needy.”

“only for you,” jisung says breathlessly, reaching for your wrist before catching himself—and waiting, like a good boy, for permission.

you smile and guide his hand up to your waist. “that’s right,” you murmur. “only for me.”

then your hands move lower, undoing jeno’s jeans first—slow, teasing—watching the way he squirms when your knuckles brush the line of his boxers. you free him from the fabric and his cock springs up, flushed and aching. he groans, head tipping back into the pillows, hands still clenched because you haven’t told him he can touch you yet.

you turn to jisung next, giving him the same slow treatment, savoring the way he whimpers when you finally wrap your fingers around him. he’s already leaking, so sensitive you barely need to stroke him for his hips to jerk up.

“please…” he whispers, voice cracking. “i wanna touch you so bad.”

you lean down, lips brushing his ear. “you’ll get to, babe” you promise. “after i’m done playing with you.”

you stroke them both together—one hand wrapped around each cock, watching how their bodies respond in perfect contrast. jeno bites his lip, barely making a sound, but his thighs tremble under your grip. jisung is vocal, soft moans spilling from his mouth, little whimpers and desperate gasps.

they’re beautiful like this—spread out for you, desperate for you.

“such good boys,” you praise, letting go just before they can get too close. “you’re going to make me feel so good tonight, aren’t you?”

they both nod frantically.

“yes,” jeno groans. “anything you want.”

“everything you want,” jisung adds.

you guide them gently, firmly, crawling forward to straddle jeno’s lap. he gasps when your damp panties touch his throbbing cock. fists clenched, like he’d unravel the moment he touched you.

jisung watches from the side, completely transfixed, one hand stroking himself slow and desperate as you hump jeno. you reach for him too, keeping him close, letting him feel your skin, guiding his hand between your legs to touch you through the flimsy fabric of your underwear.

jeno lets out a trembling breath, chest rising as he struggles to keep still beneath you. his eyes are glazed, jaw tight, every muscle in his body wound up like a spring—like he’s holding himself back just for you. you tilt your hips slowly against him, dragging your damp heat along the thick, wet length, teasing both of you with just enough friction to make it unbearable.

“doing so well for me, baby,” you whisper, stroking his cheek with gentle fingers. he leans into your touch immediately, like he’s starved for it, eyes fluttering shut as if your praise alone could undo him.

jisung watches helplessly, lip caught between his teeth, hand now moving faster over himself as you beckon him closer with a crook of your finger. he shuffles forward on his knees, eager, his breath ragged as you take his wrist and bring his fingers right where you need them. the heat of his skin through the soaked fabric makes you moan softly, your body twitching with need.

“touch me like that,” you say, gaze flicking between both of them, “and don’t stop until i say so.”

jeno’s grip tightens on your hips, but he doesn’t move. he’s trembling, needy, letting you grind against him slowly, his restraint deliciously obvious.

jisung, on the other hand, is falling apart just from getting to feel you—his eyes are wide, filled with awe and hunger as he focuses completely on the way your body reacts under his fingers. “you feel so…” he tries to say, but his voice breaks off into a whine.

“say it,” you coax, leaning down between them, lips brushing jeno’s jaw before shifting to hover near jisung’s ear. “tell me what i do to you.”

“you make me crazy,” he whispers, breath hitching as he strokes you more confidently now. “i can’t think when i touch you…”

you smile, slow and wicked, before rolling your hips again—drawing gasps from both of them. your boys, eager and obedient, desperate to please.

｜ 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗌 𖹭 found the taglist doc again cheers! so im tagging y'all again finally (sorry guys) if you wanna be removed just tell me!

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[nmhdreamscape]

accidentally sending bsf!dreamies a nude

pairing | non-idol!dreamies x fem!reader

content | friends to lovers-ish, smutty, a bit goofy, includes blurred nsfw photos

masterlist | requests and asks are open!

notes | i'm alive!! between some health stuff and assessments, i didn't have it in me to write very much, but i'm back! hope you enjoy :) i made these extra long to make up for my absence!!

[nmhdreamscape]

accidentally sending bsf!dreamies a nude

pairing | non-idol!dreamies x fem!reader

content | friends to lovers-ish, smutty, a bit goofy, includes blurred nsfw photos

masterlist | requests and asks are open!

notes | i'm alive!! between some health stuff and assessments, i didn't have it in me to write very much, but i'm back! hope you enjoy :) i made these extra long to make up for my absence!!

[nmhdreamscape]

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sweat | l.hc

“let me touch you where you like it...let me do it for ya”

📀now playing: sweat by zayn

❯ summary: Hyuck is nothing if not a pleaser. What can he say? He just loves eating pussy—your pussy.

❯ pairings: haechan x fem!reader

❯ genre: established relationship, smut

❯ words: 1.9k

❯ tags: 18+ minors dni!, oral sex (fem!receiving), squirting, fingering, overstimulation, dirty talk, swearing, literally just me contributing to the haechan biggest pussy eater agenda.

Hyuck is nothing if not a pleaser. 

Which sounds so generous—sweet, even—like he’s doing it just for you. But he’s not. He’s a selfish man, and nothing makes him harder, nothing gets him off faster, than pleasing, satisfying, and absolutely ruining. It’s wired into him, like instinct. Born to eat, breathe, and fuck pussy—your pussy.

And that’s exactly why he’s still up, waiting for you to get home from work. Why the second you walk through the door and drop onto the couch with a tired huff, he’s already burying his face in your neck, lips warm and greedy. And when you sigh about how your boss has been driving you insane, he nearly smiles—because he knows he’s got the perfect remedy.

A perfect remedy that starts with him carrying you to bed, tearing off your clothes to strip you bare, and putting his hands exactly where he knows you need them. His voice low, breathless, begging—“Please… just let me do this for you. Let me make it better, baby. Let me take the ache away.”

And you do. You let him give you all his attention, let him show you just how badly he wants you. And damn, it’s obvious—because he wastes no time pulling your ass to the edge of the bed and diving between your legs. His perfect, wet lips wrap around your clit, sucking, lapping, teasing.

“Fuck, Hyuck…” you whine, back arching as you try to pull away.

But that won’t do. That’s not how this works—how he works. He won’t let you run away from him. His hand presses down on your stomach, holding you in place, forcing you to stay where he can devour you the way he knows you need. Hell, he needs your pussy in the perfect spot for his mouth to do its job—taking, tasting, making you forget everything but him.

And when he sees the whites of your eyes, watches them roll all the way back in your head, he knows he’s doing exactly what he set out to do. He could watch you like this for hours—knees jerking, toes curling, chest heaving—all because of nothing but his tongue. He can’t take his eyes off you—he won’t—not when seeing you bite down on your lip to stop the noises gets him so fucking hard.

Except he wants those noises—needs them. 

He pulls his lips away from your clit, pupils darkening at the sight of how puffy and swollen he’s made it—his work, his mess. Then he hooks his arms under your knees and pulls you flush against his mouth, tongue dragging a slow, filthy stripe from your soaking entrance all the way back up to your bud. The second you shudder and whine, a sick thrill shoots straight to his cock. That’s the reaction he craves—needy, helpless, all for him.

So he does it again. And again. This time letting his tongue push inside you, teasing and prodding, fucking into you with lazy strokes while his nose bumps your clit at just the right angle. 

It’s all too much for you. The way his tongue moves. Your thighs twitch, hips bucking against his face, chasing every bit of friction he gives you. And despite your squirming, he doesn’t stop. Doesn’t let up. Because the cocky bastard lives for this—lives to watch you fall apart on nothing but his mouth.

So you play his little game, propping yourself up on your elbows to meet his gaze through dazed, heavy-lidded eyes. And fuck—he looks like he belongs there, buried between your legs, staring up at you with that sweet, doe-eyed look. Watching. Studying. Waiting for every twitch, every breath, every moan—so he knows exactly how to make his next move. Because somehow, he knows your body better than you do.

Hyuck notices the way your eyes go heavy, lashes fluttering, and takes it as his cue. He sinks a finger into you, knuckle deep, sliding in with ease after working you so damn wet.

Your eyes squeeze shut, a soft, desperate gasp escaping you. “Oh my god—Hyuck!”

“It’s okay, baby,” he coos. “You’re doing so good for me. So fucking hot—holy shit,” he groans low in his throat when he slips a second finger in and you take it without hesitation, clenching around him. “I don’t deserve you.”

You shake your head, barely able to keep your voice steady. “Yes you do,” you pant, eyes fluttering. “No one else—fuck—no one else could make me feel like this. Oh my god.”

He already knew that—but damn, does he love hearing you say it. Loves knowing he’s carved out space in your mind, ruined you so much that there’s no one else who even comes close. 

And that’s exactly why he latches onto your clit again—rewarding you for stroking his ego. He smiles against your pussy, moaning into it, sending filthy, electric vibrations straight through your core while his fingers keep fucking you deep and relentless.

So relentless that everything next hits fast. 

Your back arches off the bed, fingers fisting the sheets as his tongue flicks and sucks, perfectly synced with the curl of his fingers inside you. Your thighs try to clamp around his head, but his grip is iron-tight, keeping you spread and helpless while he works you through it.

“Hyuck—fuck—I’m gonna—” you gasp, breath catching on the edge of it. “Don’t stop.”

“I won’t, baby,” he groans against you. “Wanna feel you cum on my tongue.”

And you do—your body seizing with the force of your orgasm, legs shaking, pussy clenching hard around his fingers as a cry rips from your throat. He doesn’t stop, not for a second. Just keeps licking you through it, moaning, dragging it out until you’re trembling beneath him, wrecked and breathless.

And he’s not done. He never is. 

“Look at you,” he breathes, pulling away just long enough to let you catch your breath. “So fucking beautiful when you cum.” His hands are firm on your legs, keeping you spread as he leans back in, lips trailing up your inner thighs, kissing, nipping, before finally meeting your swollen pussy again. “Keep these legs open for me.”

Your body jerks, more sensitive than before, when he licks another familiar stripe up your drenched slit. He chuckles darkly. “We’re just getting started, baby.”

“Hyuck—”

“Shh, don’t talk,” he whispers, his breath hot and teasing against your sensitive skin. “Let me do this for you. I want to.”

You moan, not just because it feels so damn good, but because the fact that he wants to do this—wants to make you cum, without asking for anything in return—is so beyond hot. He licks at your pussy again, that same intoxicating desire driving him as he teases and works you over.

Your fingers thread through his hair, guiding him closer, though he doesn’t need the help. You do, though. You need something to anchor you, to ground yourself from how hot he is—how hot he’s making you, getting you to writhe and squirm for him so easily.

You can feel the heat spreading through your body, sweat starting to bead on your forehead, slipping between your breasts, and trailing down the exposed curve of your stomach. It’s almost too much, too unfair—you're laid out, wriggling beneath him, while he remains fully clothed, the outline of his cock pressing hard and solid against the fabric of his sweats. 

He’s such a tease. 

But Hyuck doesn’t care—because this isn’t about him. It’s all about you. How good he can make you feel, how deep he can make you burn as you sweat for him. He wants to lose himself in every inch of you. 

And when he sees your skin start to slick with sweat, your thighs trembling, legs quivering like leaves, as he tastes you, he knows he’s already beyond the point of no return. He’ll forever be a man desperate to please you…

Which, frankly, is fine—because you’re certain your body belongs to him, utterly and completely. At his mercy permanently.

“Hyuck, please…I–”

You try to speak, to beg him to stop, to beg him to never stop, but all that comes out is a series of incoherent moans and gasps.

Hyuck's fingers curl inside you, stroking your sweet spot with precision, making you see stars. Your back arches off the bed, your body contorting in ways you never thought possible… and oh God—

“Hyuck—think I’m gonna—fuck!”

Your pussy starts to squirt, a rush of warm liquid spilling onto the bed as your second orgasm hits you. Hyuck’s eyes widen, lighting up with excitement. For a second, he almost just wants to watch, struck dumb by the sight, because fuck—he’s never made you do that before. But awe quickly gives way to greed. That insatiable part of him takes over—the part that needs to taste, to claim every bit of the mess you’ve made.

He groans, tongue lapping at your release, licking up every drop like it’s the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted (it is). He doesn’t stop. He can’t stop. Because now he’s seen it, felt it, tasted it—all he wants is more.

“Goddamn, baby,” he growls against your pussy, lips shiny, face slick with your juices. “You’re so fucking filthy—look at this mess you made for me.”

Your cheeks flush. A part of you wants to hide, to cover your face behind trembling palms, from just how messy, how vulnerable you are. But then you remember—this is Hyuck. Your Hyuck. The man who would never let you feel embarrassed about anything—especially not for cumming like this.

His eyes flick up, wide and wild, like he’s just broken something in you… and unlocked something in himself.

“We’re doing that again, and again,” he groans, breathless, voice vibrating against your dripping cunt. “Shit—look at you. Dripping down your thighs, so fucking hot.”

You try to squirm away, legs trembling, overstimulated beyond belief—but he doesn’t let you go. Doesn’t even think about it. His hands clamp down on your hips, holding you in place. 

“No, I’m not done,” he mutters, tongue already diving back in, sloppy and ruthless, licking up every drop and dragging more out of you. “Just one more, baby,” he pleads. “Give me one more—please. Would and will do anything to see you squirt like that again.”

Your body jerks with every swipe of his tongue—every slow, punishing drag across your clit. It’s too much, too slick, too wet, too hot. Your legs kick, twitching helplessly. 

“Hyuck, I—fuck—I can’t—”

“Yes, you can,” he growls, mouth never leaving your pussy. “You’re gonna cum for me again. Gonna keep cumming until this sweet little pussy begs me to stop.”

And you do. You cum again—harder this time—your whole body seizing, back arching off the bed as you scream his name. His tongue keeps moving, lips wrapping around your clit, fingers sliding back inside you, curling deep, fucking you through wave after wave of pure, maddening overstimulation.

“Fuck,” he pants, groaning as you squeeze around him. “So messy. So fucking perfect. Don’t stop—give me another one.”

And with the way his fingers keep slamming into your sweet spot, and his mouth keeps sucking like he’s addicted to the taste of you, you give him more than just another one—and then some.

Because he’ll keep going until the windows fog up, the sheets are soaked, and neither of you remembers what time it is.

Because Hyuck is nothing if not a pleaser.

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making my return tomorrow after being gone for like a month 🤡 will be working through all the requests in my inbox after i upload this. will probably alternate between doing a text request and a written request.

next post after this one will be my gamer!hyuck wip!! i just got the ick looking at it for a while. i’m very much a perfectionist when it comes to things i really like and i really like this concept and wanna do it justice 🫠 but i will soldier through the procrastination even if it pains me to do so

in other news, my pado haechan arrived to my k-addy today 🥳 requested a video to make sure he’s actually in there 🫣

[nmhdreamscape]

➪ ‘TIL NEXT TUESDAY

➪ mark lee x cisfem!reader ✩ w.c 8.5k — NSFW ✩ 18+ minors dni —

✰ NON-IDOL AU

pov: you're a camgirl with a secret admirer who's a little (okay maybe a lot) obsessed

note: y'all do not understand the pain,,, the struggle,,,, the trauma that this fic has inflicted upon me <//3 i quite literally started writing it last year on mark lees stupid lil bday and have been typing away at it for so mf long and have had to dig into the deepest filthiest depths of my brain to finally finish this,,,,, anyways welcome to my twisted mind and we can all blame mark lee my greatest enemy,,,, i hate u… anyways pls make note of the warnings !!! btw don’t ask me what website they’re using idk i couldn’t be fcked to think that hard

warnings: NSFW CONTENT, aka smut, obsessive behavior, viscerally lewd comments, uh lying LOL, wolf in sheep’s clothing energy (good church boy mark lee and his hidden demons <3), honestly both reader and mark r freaky (aww they match each others freaks!), readers thinly veiled shame kink, unsafe sex/no condom, barely any prep lol, not beta read bc im a full send girl (sorry for any typos etc LMAO)

There’s clearly something wrong with user ‘66golden_boy99’ and you can’t quite figure it out. Sure, he seems to be just another fan of your work. And maybe his comments tended to be on the imaginative side.

i wanna dick you down til next tuesday

stuff your guts this thursday and stay buried in you thru the weekend

til youre cryin to me about how you can feel my dick in your throat

how pretty would you cry for me?

That little voice in the back of your head whispers (the one that sounds far too much like Donghyuck), an annoying little I told you so, someone was bound to get obsessed. It wasn’t like you never considered or even feared the possibility. 

But these comments, this person, there was something there. You click into a different video, scrolling down to a specific cluster of comments.

i wanna ruin you so fuckin bad

ruin that pussy for anyone else

wanna hear you beg me to stop 

until it turns into begging me for more

sound fun sweetheart?

Every video, every clip, every single little teaser you post; there’s a thread from him. His stupid username right there, ‘66golden_boy99’ and a digital paper trail that ranges from being unforgivably horny to borderline demented and most of the time a combination of both. 

fuck if i could keep you in a little cage…

i’d fuck u every day all day

turn you into my perfect little pet

made just for my cock

don’t you want that too?

You can’t help but let your mouth gape at that one, a cage? Your head spins at the thought, trying (and failing) to not let your imagination wander.

There’s a certain thrill that crawls down your spine, twisting itself deep into your gut and lodging itself there. An ache that just you can’t quite itch yourself, barely sated by these comments. 

So yeah, there’s definitely something wrong with user ‘66golden_boy99’ but that could only mean there’s something wrong with you.

“Mark, read this! Isn’t it insane?” Donghyuck all but smacks him in the face with your phone.

“Oh! Um.” He immediately flushes, no doubt flustered by the nature of the comments along with the fact he’s one of your few friends who still gets a little red in the cheeks by your choice of profession. 

Good church boy Mark Lee at your service. Who thankfully plucks your phone from Donghyuck and passes it back to you— most likely to avoid further being subjected to such filth in broad daylight. 

“Don’t bust a tit Hyuck, it’s just some dude living out his freaky fantasy while hiding behind a screen.” You knew it was going to be brought up the moment you saw your friends, but you had hoped that Donghyuck would have the decency to not mention it while seated outside a popular cafe on a busy street.

Jokes on you for thinking he could keep his cool about this. The moment you had sent a screenshot to the group chat Donghyuck had been rearing for a fight, overly scandalized and always righteous whenever he thought his friends were being treated badly.

There was no way in hell you’d tell him those comments piqued your debased interest.

“It’s a little creepy.” Jungwoo settles on, stealing a blueberry off of your parfait. “He doesn’t message when you’re live though.”

“Nope, only comments on clips and videos.” You bite back your disappointment, maintaining an almost clinical tone.

“Does he even watch your streams?” Jungwoo questions as he attempts to swipe a strawberry this time, narrowly thwarted by you whacking his hand with your plastic spoon. 

“What difference does it make? He’s a fucking perv!” Donghyuck snipes.

The answer is yes, he does watch every single one of your streams. Occasionally donates too, yet no messages. No live interactions.

“Hyuck, my whole fanbase are pervs.” You ignore the glare of an elderly woman as she passes by your table. “When did you become such a prude?”

It’s enough of a jab to send the man into a fit, ranting and raving about how he’s perfectly freaky enough and that his boyfriend(s) is (are) so into how weird and kinky he could get. 

“Seriously though, is he scaring you?” Mark whispers, careful to not catch Donghyuck’s attention lest he starts laying into you about your “creepy” admirer again. Mark’s considerate like that.

For a moment you sit with the question, mindlessly spooning around your half eaten parfait. Were you scared? You knew full well you were bound to deal with the occasional creep when you decided to pursue camming as a full-time job after university. 

But you weren’t— aren’t scared, initially you had maybe been a bit unnerved. Yet you hadn’t shared the messages because you wanted your friends to “save” you or anything. More so because you were shocked by the sheer audacity and of course by what was being said.

If Donghyuck wasn’t so busy talking about getting spit roasted much to the horror of Jungwoo, he’d be pestering you for the answer too. And you would’ve lied, told him that you were a little nervous but nothing that’d keep you from carrying on as usual.

Instead you have Mark asking, no trace of judgment behind his thick rimmed glasses, just a curious glint with a healthy dash of concern for a friend.

“He’s not.” Is what ends up coming out. It’s simpler than the whole truth, cleaner as well. 

You couldn’t admit to one of your best friends that it sent a thrill down your spine, to have someone so obsessed they comment utter depravity on every post you make. That you’ve checked to make sure this mystery creep was watching your every stream. And that there’s nothing you’ve ever wanted more than to be craved so deeply, to be ached for, to be someone’s sole obsession. 

“If you do get freaked out or anything, uh understandably so, we’ll figure something out. I’ll beat him up?” Mark offers one of his dorky smiles, and despite his statement inspiring little hope — seriously Mark is way too sweet to ‘beat’ anyone up — you still appreciate the sentiment. Offering him a big spoonful of whipped cream and strawberries for his valiant statement.

“Hey! Why does Mark get fed and I have to fight for a crumb?” Jungwoo cries out only causing you to roll your eyes and spark even more outrage from him.

You're thankful that the rest of the outing goes on without another mention of a certain fan of yours. Though Mark seems to be shooting more indiscernible looks your way than usual, but that’s easy to chalk down as him just projecting his own anxieties onto you.

When you all start to bid farewell Donghyuck wastes a few minutes to preach about the dangers of internet strangers, while Jungwoo goads and teases him until his nagging is turned onto Jungwoo.

Again Mark offers comfort — though you really have no need for it, considering the fact you honestly are enjoying the debased behavior more than you maybe should — and you pretend to appreciate it.

needa fuck you over and over and over

til your pretty lil pussy is gaping open

so i can see the way i paint you up inside

wouldn’t you like that?

Yes, you dig your teeth into your bottom lip, fuck yes.

You had just posted a teaser for your next video, a simple reaction to some random threesome video your subscribers had begged you to watch. 

And as always without fail, only a few minutes after you’ve hit post your phone lights up with notifications from ‘66golden_boy99’. You should hate how much you look forward to it— how you’re practically gagging for it (him).

You remember his first thread of comments, remember the scandal that pumped through your veins as the words registered in your brain. 

The thrill.

well aren’t you a sweet thing

He had started it off so normally.

you look like you dont care for just any kind of fun

you look like u need to be fucked within an inch of your life

thrown around and violated like a stupid little toy

i could do that

It’s the only time he hadn’t ended with a question. The only statement needed to stake his claim, to solidify his place. 

It planted the seed right in your lust ridden mind, the growing need to see more and more. It becomes a sick little ritual, to go looking for his comments just after you tuck yourself into bed under the guise of resting for the day. 

You’re desperate enough to reread old ones, to stare at the same comments from days or even weeks ago. Sometimes he’ll throw you a bone, coming back to leave another thread of comments for you to find. 

wanna fill you up so bad

make you take it over and over and over

til my cum is dripping outta you for days

so that all that’s in your pretty head is the thought of my cock pumping you full

wanna make it happen?

Maybe it’s the way you’ve never replied to them, or even acknowledge them in a stream. It doesn’t deter him from continuing, his perverted dedication proving something to you. Something twisted and delicious and all too tempting.

need you so bad

just need to use you over and over and over and over so fuckin bad

turn you into my own pretty fleshlight to use whenever i please

just wanna use you all up baby

how much can you take?

Thursday streams are one of your three weekly streams, and while it had marginally less viewers therefore profit than your Friday and every other Saturday ones, it was by far your favorite.

The chat is far more relaxed, which means you have a better chance to interact with viewers, to have a more intimate stream.

It means you can instead sit at your desk, dressed in nothing but an oversized white tee, playing with your hair and batting your lashes. While making idle conversation as your viewers dutifully pay you compliments and donate small amounts as a hello.

66golden_boy99: hey there

“Oh? Golden boy? And here I was thinking you weren’t interested enough in having a live convo with me.” You wonder if he waited for this, a Thursday stream with an even lower than usual number of viewers to finally send his first message in chat. Was your little freak shy? Only able to sling his filth when nobody was paying attention?

Too late for that, he was in your sights now. 

66golden_boy99: nah just liked sitting here and watching you too much

“Is that so?” You feign distraction, looking off towards the side as you tap your chin thoughtfully. “But here I am, doing nothing. Isn’t that boring?”

There’s a flood of no’s in the chat, messages ranging from horny to sweet about how some like just chatting and others saying that you should at least take off your shirt.

“My shirt? It’s only been twenty-ish minutes since I’ve started and you all don’t wanna butter me up first? Tell me how pretty I am?” You’re accused of being a tease, which is of course your exact angle. Some of them bite, sending cooing comments about how they’d love to see your shirt off, some going as far as to send in a few dollars. 

$200 from 66golden_boy99

it’s okay sweetheart, show em what’ll be mine

Your jaw drops, because while he had tipped in the past, it was never this much. You can’t help the shiver that itches down your spine, ‘what’ll be mine’ he says, like he already has you in the bag.

“Aww you wanna see me that bad? Everyone say thank you to Golden Boy!” You goad, making a show of hooking your thumbs in the hem of your shirt. Slowly you drag the fabric across your flesh, inch by inch exposing how you truly had nothing under your flimsy excuse for clothing. 

66golden_boy99: and where’s your thank you?

“That’s right, you were so generous after all, I should give you a little treat to show my appreciation.” Again you flutter your lashes. “How do you want me?”

66golden_boy99: spreading your legs like a desperate slut

66golden_boy99: wanna see you fuck your fingers

66golden_boy99: cmon babe show off your perfect pussy and open yourself up for me

“Anything for you.” And maybe you’re a little fucked in the head for how much you mean it. 

You’ve never had a favorite before. Nobody in your chat, comments and so on have ever caught your attention. They’ve never bothered to be so interesting, to be so openly obsessed.

Slowly you let your hands wander, cupping your tits before letting your fingertips dance along your ribcage, inching down, down, down. 

You pathetically think of him, wonder who’s on the other side of the screen. It could be some old man, or some greasy incel, maybe it’s someone you’ve met on the street. It could be anyone, and it sickens you almost as much as it excites you.

Carefully, you plant your feet on the edge of your desk, sliding down a few inches in your chair as you spread nice and wide for the camera. 

“This what you want?” The words jumble in your mouth as your fingers continue to  find their way south. You dig your nails into your thighs, moaning loudly at the bite of them into your tender skin.

Shame was something that had long escaped you in this field of work, only the tastefully faked sense of it ever gracing you these days. But there’s that all too familiar burn crawling back into your chest after almost years of nothing. Scorching away at your insides as your fingers drag along your waiting pussy. 

You’re wet, you’re wet and it’s because of some fucking freak on the internet. Your eyes zero in on the chat, hoping to catch a comment from him.

66golden_boy99: fucking perfect for me always so good

It’s all you need to keep going, to let wanton moans tumble out left and right as your back arches into your own touch.

The sense of shame doesn’t diminish, doesn’t fade as you tease your clit and pump your fingers pitifully into your sopping cunt, loudly bemoaning the fact you didn’t grab a toy. 

66golden_boy99: you’ll cum just like this baby, no toys, just your fingers and wishing it was me instead

“Nnn- please.” It’s whiner than you’ve ever heard yourself, because goddammit you are wishing it was him. Old man be damned he had a wicked way of speaking, of sneaking into the dark recesses of your mind and ripping you open. Exposing a side of you that you’d long since buried, a side of you craving to be devoured wholly.

Pleasure snakes through your body, dropping down into your belly as you cum with a whimper. You make a show of bringing your fingers to your lips, tongue flicking out to taste yourself, that sick part of you hoping it makes him want you more. 

You slump against your chair, mindlessly answering chats as you fix yourself into a more comfortable position. You don’t bother looking for your shirt, letting your viewers enjoy watching your chest rise and fall in panting breaths, admire the way the sweat gleams on your skin.

You hope his eyes are glued to his screen. You hope you’re driving him absolutely insane.

“I fear I might be tapped out for the night, but don’t worry there’s always Sunday.” You manage to get out a real sentence, your brain still a little mushy from the post-orgasm haze. “Sweet dreams everyone!” 

You take a moment to let the chat fill with well wishes, a few more donations and scan for a message from one user in particular.  

66golden_boy99: good night sweet thing, dream of me

And oh, you just might. 

Ending streams were nothing special, just a click of a button and your privacy was all yours again. Leaving you with a plethora of thoughts, a tiny remnant of that formerly elusive shame and a craving for something or more accurately someone. 

Send a friend request to 66golden_boy99?

What did you have to lose? What did you have to gain? 

There’s a little angel on your shoulder in the shape of Donghyuck, your ever annoying moral compass, telling you to go shower and to never feed into this anonymous man’s delusions again.

While the little devil on your shoulder shaped like Yuta does nothing, sits there and smirks at you knowing full well you’ll choose his route. 

You always do. 

Sorry Hyuck.

Friend request sent!

Three days go by, no comments, no messages on stream, nothing. Absolute silence.

You can’t help yourself but watch each excruciating second tick by, waiting for something, anything from him. Three whole days of obsessively checking your phone, every social media tied to your occupation and nothing.

It’s like he up and fucking forgot about you. And maybe three days seems too short of a timeline to be losing it, but this is a man who has been all over your account — and notifications — for months.

And he gets scared off by a friend request. 

God, you should’ve known better than to trust Yuta, even if he was just a figment of your imagination at that moment. Though the real Yuta would’ve said the same thing anyway, therefore still making this whole ordeal his fault.

But as fun as blaming your friend and obsessing over whether your twisted little admirer would accept your request, let alone give you something to work with nowadays. It was driving you up the fucking wall. 

You need a distraction, and you need it badly.

Your usual and immediate reaction to having nothing to do and needing attention would be to ask Donghyuck to go out and do something stupid, but the lucky bastard was on vacation with his boyfriend(s?) probably getting fucked into the new year.

So you’re left to consider your options but Jungwoo is definitely still at work and Yuta just left to visit his family. And your other friends lived too far.

That only left you with Mark. God, you need more friends in close proximity. Not because you don’t like Mark, you adore the man if anything and still consider him one of your best friends. It's just that despite all the years of friendship the two of you just haven’t figured out how to quite mesh conversationally like the others. 

You need more spark, conviction. Mark Lee talks like a wet noodle came to life and decided to use ‘yo’, ‘dude’ and ‘woah’ on a permanent rotation. 

At least he’s a great listener.

And since he’s one of your closest friends nonetheless, he would have no problem with you coming over to eat his snacks and lounge on his couch while he works from home. 

So you shoot him a text.

TO: marky markmarkly sparkly can i cum over ;P 

FROM: marky markHaha sure dude! I told you stop spelling it like that > < 

TO: marky markprude be there in 10 want coffee ?

FROM: marky markSure! Caramel latte please :3 

He even texts like a good and innocent church boy. But he’s definitely had girlfriends, and that one boyfriend, so there’s no way he’s a virgin. Is it possible to be a blushing virgin in spirit and at heart?

“Hey beautiful, what can I get ya?” The barista’s stare is nothing short of sleazy, not even bothering to make eye contact as he tries to magically see through your clothing. 

“I’ll take a caramel latte, lemme double check what my boyfriend wanted, hmm just a regular coffee.” And okay it’s a little demeaning to Mark to switch your coffee orders in front of this greaseball. 

The boyfriend comment works well enough, if you take the guy opting to just stare at your ass as you walk out the door instead of bullying you for your number a win.

Thankfully Mark's apartment is just around the corner, and somehow you manage to key in the code not once but twice despite carrying two drinks.

“Marky! Coffee!” Immediately he comes tumbling down the hallway, eyes wide with confusion. His hair is sticking up in different directions, his glasses crooked and half-hanging off his face. His sweat stained white tee, and low hanging gray sweats only the cherry atop the homebody trainwreck sundae of a man before you.

“Hey, yo, shit! Uh dude!” He stops a few steps in front of you, scratching his head sheepishly. “I thought…you would take longer.”

“Do I look like Jungwoo? Or worse, Yuta?” You feign offense with a dramatic gasp. 

“Nah! Ha…ha, um come on in, it’s a fuckin’ mess but like you know, ‘m swamped with work and…”

You hand him his latte and push past him, barely batting an eye at the nightmarish state of his apartment. There’s mountains of paperwork and books stacked along the walls, empty food boxes, bags and wrappers scattered across the floor (along with any other available surface) and you’re trying desperately to not gag at the state of his kitchen.

“Johnny would clean?” You muse as you kick aside an empty pasta box. 

“Johnny would clean.” He sighs. Johnny, being Mark’s roommate, along with (one of) Donghyuck’s boyfriend(s???) is currently on vacation. On top of that, from what you've heard, he’s barely been at the apartment at all the past few months. Definitely too busy catering to every single one of Hyuck’s whims and dramatics.

“I could help?”

“Woah! I couldn’t ask you that, I made this mess on my own. I’ll clean it er.. eventually.” He gestures loosely.

“Mark Lee.” You muster up your best deadpan tone. “I’m so bored I’m gonna chew my own hand off, please let me help you clean your awfully disgusting apartment.” 

“That bad?” He snorts.

“I think that pile of dust moved on it’s own.” At least you’re hoping it’s a pile of dust and not some undiscovered rodent that thrives in the apartments of bachelors with piss poor cleaning habits.

“…I think you’re right. Hey um, lemme just shower and change, I think I’m just as gross as this place. We can clean together. So just…” He shoves aside the pile of laundry inhabiting the couch just enough to give you a place to sit. “Sit for a second?”

The poor guy looks like he’s on the brink of a meltdown, and if you didn’t know Mark as well as you do you would’ve called an ambulance. But he just always has that air around him, exhausted and overworked— but always smiling through it.

“I’m in no rush.” You pat his arm before taking a seat in the space he so generously carved out for you. The second Mark walks off to the bathroom you make yourself nice and comfortable, switching on the TV, straightening out some of the magazines and assorted papers on the coffee table. 

Mindlessly you even start folding some of the laundry next to you. The thought of taking pictures and sending them to Donghyuck so he could show Johnny just how far his roomie has fallen in his absence promptly interrupts your side task.

But to your dismay you find your phone is barely holding on by a few measly percentages. Looking around the living room you know there’s definitely no hope in trying to find a charger on your own. So instead you head off towards the bathroom, following the sound of the shower pouring down.

“Mark!” You knock harshly, hoping he can hear you okay. 

“Yeah?” His voice comes through clear, sounding only a little startled by your sudden presence.  

“Need to charge my phone!” 

There’s a moment of pause and you can only assume it’s because his room is so hellish he can’t even remember where he put the thing.

“By my bed!”

“Thanks!”

His room is actually better than the living room and kitchen, not by much, but still better. You navigate around the clothes and books strewn about the floor. Giggling at his wastebasket full of balled up tissues and a used up bottle of lotion, you definitely couldn’t wait to tell Donghyuck when he gets back. 

Making fun of Mark was an art, a beloved pastime of your friend group. And he always took it like a champ.

You plop down on his unmade bed, looking around for his charger. It’s half under the bed when you spot it, tugging the cord only for there to be a bit of resistance. Carefully you lower yourself to the floor, yanking at the charger and forcing Mark’s IPad to come flying at you.

“Shit!” It lands next to you face down on the hardwood and you pray to whatever gods that you haven’t cracked it. Slowly you pick it up, carefully flipping it over as you prepare yourself for the damage.

“Oh, my god.”

Because it’s not cracked, it’s not even locked, it’s still open to what Mark had been watching last to be exact.

One of your streams, one of your streams with you bent over one of your pillows, both holes stuffed with toys in the perfect position for the camera to see everything. It’s not even a new video, you haven’t done anything like that in months. 

There’s a blur in your vision as you shoot up, lightheaded from standing up straight so suddenly. A scorching heat begins to burn in your gut, creeping through your veins. 

You can still hear the shower going, and you know it must be wrong, to go through his private device like this but…it’s you. He’s been watching you, one of your most bible-thumping, prude-built friends who can barely look you in the eyes and blushes whenever you or your friends make dirty jokes, has been watching your debaucherous streams and has never said a word. 

Sure, Yuta and Jungwoo have confessed to watching more than once and Donghyuck is a fucking mod for your streams. It never bothered you if your friends watched, it wouldn’t bother you now.

But this is…this is different. He kept his viewership a secret, and you weren’t sure what to make of it. Was he too embarrassed to say? Was he afraid it’d ruin your friendship?

You close out the video, looking through his watch history which consists solely of your videos, looking at who he follows — you, only you, and you can’t tell if that’s a good thing yet — and now the used tissues in his trash bin don’t feel so funny anymore. 

“Oh.” You mutter lamely as you open up his comment history. Fucking oh. 

66golden_boy99: wanna fuck you with my tongue til youre squirting all over my face

And your world collapses, punctuated by the sound of the shower turning off— yet that’s lost on your ears. You can’t hear anything but the furious pound of your heart trying to dismantle your ribcage, your blood rushing through your veins and sloshing around your head. 

Mark Lee, sweet, kind and innocent. Mark Lee, who stutters just talking about who he likes. Mark Lee, the resident saint of the group.

Is him. 

The man who’s been peddling filth into your mind, who’s been haunting you every time you decide to start your stream or post a video, skulking around every comment section with your name on it. 

Is Mark fucking Lee.

“Heya! Did ya find…it.” It’s cinematic honestly, the way his stride slows as his eyes frantically flicker back and forth between you and the IPad. “Y-Y-You!”

It’s instantaneous, his face turning a brilliant crimson as he trips over himself to grab the tablet and throw it haphazardly to the side.

His chest is heaving, panic creasing his features as you look him over. He kept the same color scheme, you think emptily, white tank top and gray basketball shorts. It does nothing for your brain as you stare at him mouth agape.

“I c-can explain?” He has the audacity to squeak, to look ashamed even. He’s trying to hide behind his bangs as they fall over his eyes, trying to look so innocent despite his filthy secret coming to light.  

“Why didn’t you accept my friend request?” It’s probably not what you should open with, and Mark’s jaw simply hanging open at the question might be a testament to that.

“…What?” His croaks, voice hoarse.

“You didn’t accept it, why? And where have you been, it’s been three whole days? I’ve been fucking waiting for—”

“You’re not mad?” His voice is still uneven, and even a pitch higher. 

“Mad? Mad? I’m pissed, you, you idiot!” And you are. Probably. Your mind so fucked from trying to comprehend this newfound piece of info you don’t even know where to begin with how you’re feeling. So mad must be the best place to start. 

“For months I’ve been wondering who had the fucking balls to send these freaky borderline insane comments.” He flinches. “Wondering just who the hell was making me feel like, like…that.”

“I—”

“And it was you! Right under my nose, looking at me with those stupid round eyes and big glasses a-and you just pretended like you knew nothing? …I got off to you on stream?” You hate the way your voice sounds so high in your ears, teetering on the edge of full blown shrieking.

“Please, I’m sor…”

“When Hyuck showed those comments were you even ashamed?” You hiss.

He’s blubbering now, eyes pinned somewhere to the ground; half cooked sentences or maybe excuses scattering about the floor with the rest of his mess. It’s all lost on your ears, a million different thoughts in your head drowning it all out. 

His hands raise as if admitting defeat, even beginning to back away in a pitiful attempt at escaping but like hell you’ll let the fool get away from you now. 

“Goddammit, Mark Lee, look at me!” And he does, his mouth snapping shut and eyes focusing on you. His stupid glasses are nowhere to be seen, giving you an unfiltered front row view of how his pupils are blown wide. “Did you mean it?” 

“Mean…what?” You could kill him, you really could because how after all these months of sending you towards the edge with the crudest, filthiest words he can barely say a proper sentence standing before you.

“Any of it! All of it, was it all just talk?” You must’ve hit a nerve. He’s silent again, eyes narrowing for a moment at the accusation. But it slips away, a fickle persona he shoves down. 

His hands lower to his sides.

“...What do you want?” His voice is more even, eyebrows knitting together. 

You know what he’s asking — he was obvious like that, his heart always worn so proudly on his sleeve — because even now with his disgusting secret out in the open between the two of you. He has the audacity to try to take the gentlemanly route of getting you to explicitly state what you want from him, if you want him. 

When all you’ve been waiting for was for him to take.

“What do I want, huh? Let me tell you what I think first.” You know this will definitely make or break what happens next, and maybe even your friendship. But you’re sick of his games, of dancing around whatever the hell was going on between the two of you. “I think you’re all bark and no fucking bite, I think you hide behind a screen because you’re a coward and you probably couldn’t fuck your way out of a wet paper bag.”

His eyes narrow once more.

“You hide behind your good little god fearing boy next door persona when you’re a freak who likes watching one of his best friends get off on camera!” 

He takes a step closer.

“I think you’re filthy and depraved, a repressed weirdo with disgusting kinks. A borderline incel!”

And another step.

“I bet the second you actually got inside of me you’d cum and cry yourself to sleep in a matter of seconds.” His expression darkens at that, and now you’re starting to think that you should stop. 

But where’s the fun in that?

“You couldn’t handle even half the shit you said online, you cowardly little prude, you tiny dicked—”

You don’t realize his hands are on you until you're backed against the wall, one tightly gripping your hip while the other lands on your chest keeping you firmly in place.

“You never shut up. Even in your streams and videos you're constantly yammering on, whimpering and whining and begging.” His voice is low, buzzing around your ears and in your head. You look down at the tent forming in his shorts, mouth drying and watering simultaneously.  

“That for me?” Your tongue feels thick as you look up at him through your lashes.

The hand on your chest inches up, until his palm settles against your throat and you're left wondering if he’ll indulge you by tightening his fingers. Even just a little.

“Even now, can’t shut the fuck up.” He moves in closer, until his hardened cock is against your thigh and he’s forcing his knee between yours. “I asked what you wanted, not for you to insult me.”

“You-”

“So I’ll tell you what I want.” And you feel so wildly out of your depth, there’s a cognitive dissonance you can’t quite escape. Good church boy Mark means wholesome activities, ice cream in the park, farmer’s markets and, and–  

“And then you’re gonna try again for me.” 

“M-Me?” It comes out lamely. Is this really Mark Lee? You think belatedly. Looking at you like he wants to tear you apart inch by inch with nothing but his teeth and tongue.

“I want you on my tongue, on my cock, want you begging for me to stop but it’s all just a filthy fucking lie. I want you to want me to ruin you, this, us.” His voice is raspier, laced with a desperation and craving you’ve never heard before and damn do you need to hear more, so much more.

“So try again. Tell me what you want.” And you can see it, that plea in his eyes for you to just say it. To know you want this as badly as he does, the promise, the threat of him finally letting go looming over the two of you.

“Want.” You grab him by the face, pressing your nose against his and staring into the black depths of his pupils. “Want good boy Mark Lee to die right before my eyes, wan’ you to eat me ‘til nothin’ is left.”

It’s slurred, you’re delirious, so drunk off the way he’s already hard off of you screaming at him (or maybe it was getting caught), at the way he’s demanding you to express your want for him when you’d rather just be on your knees.

But the thing is you always have wanted, craved. That underlying itch to see one of your best friends let loose, the borderline wanting (what you thought was) a random stranger to break into your apartment and do filthy, unmentionable things to you. When you flipped over that IPad thinking you broke it to find yourself being the object of his debauched desire, when you saw his username on the site. 

You ached.

It’s stupid and toeing the line of embarrassing with how badly you want, no, need him, how turned on by the fact he doesn’t even know which person to be in front of you. Doesn’t quite know how to be both.

“Let him die.” Is all he can say, having the audacity to take advantage of your stupor to kiss you. To push you back up against the wall and slot his lips against yours, pulling back just to dive back in before you could truly feel his absence. Over and over each one messier, hotter than the last as a debaucherous hunger flows between the two of you.

“You don’t get it.” He mumbles, pressing himself firmly against you, sweat starting to prickle against your skin. “When y-you started camming I didn’t know what to do with myself.”

And suddenly you could see it, vividly. Just behind your eyelids was Mark hunched over in his bed, one of your streams or videos playing in the background as he furiously chased his release. Only to be left wallowing in the shame of jerking it with cheap lotion to you, forced to clean himself off with even cheaper tissues and spending the rest of his night completely alone.

“Your perfect fucking pussy, for everyone to see…when I’ve been waiting.” He rasps, hands finding their way back onto your body. “Couldn’t stand it, couldn’t fuckin’ stand it.”

“Mm, Ma-ark…” Without hesitation he twists his head, allowing himself to sink his teeth at the base of your throat. Pulling away to focus another dark look at you, that heady mixture of unmitigated want and wicked promises swirling in his eyes.

“S’All I could think about, even with our friends.” He noses along your jaw, nipping at your earlobe as his breathing turns ragged. “Wanted to haul you onto the table and fuck you ‘til your head went dumb, ‘til all was left was you squealing like a fuckin’ whore while they all watched.”

There’s a cartoon halo of stars around your head, surely there is, each word from his mouth adding another to the ditzy constellation circling your brain. This is him, this is Mark ‘Golden Boy’ Lee and his once hidden (and so deliciously unhinged) silver tongue. 

“Pl-Please, oh fu— please.” His lips are back to working against your throat, and just as you try to reach up and grab at him, to try and sway him into relieving some of the tension building in the air. 

He steps back, yanking at your arm.

Yet he doesn’t give you a chance to simply fall, or even react. Instead he uses your off-kilter balance to push you onto your knees, thankful that he’s a sloppy loser when you land on a pile of clothes.

“This.” He doesn’t bother being shy about tugging his shorts and boxers off in one fluid motion. “This is how I want you.”

He pauses, as if to let you admire the view and you’re not nearly above doing so as your eyes roam so shamelessly. 

Of course he’s cut, with neatly trimmed hair adorning his groin. And though he's just above average in length, he definitely makes up in girth. You think hazily that calling him tiny dicked was definitely a lie.

Your mouth waters.

He lets out a low chuckle of all things, surely laughing at the way your eyes have widened. And maybe you did let your tongue swipe over your lips in anticipation.

“Go ahead, before I make it hurt.” His words are delayed, understanding creeping in slowly; impaired by having long let that fog of desperation cloud your mind. 

You move before you can think, nosing along the side of his cock, pressing a kiss to a cute little mole that you hope to revisit at a later date. But for now you’re flattening your tongue against the base of his shaft and dragging it up his length at a frustrating rate.

He’s heavy on your tongue, thick and heavy and so so hot, and fuck he tastes good or maybe you’re just already addicted. Doomed from the start. 

There’s a war raging in your mind, whether to try your hardest to please him with your mouth, all too tempted to hear the pretty, desperate sounds he’ll make and maybe it’ll earn you a bit of praise. Or to tease until he’s pissed off enough to throw any regard for you and your (throat’s) wellbeing out the window.

The latter is far more appealing.

Coyly you look up at him again through your lashes once more, bringing your tongue to tease at the tip of his cock, licking off a bead of precum forming.

“Are you tryin’ to blow me or piss me off?” Ah, so he has you all figured out.

“Haven’t decided.” You reply properly by taking his tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it before sinking further down and ignoring the slightly uncomfortable stretch of your lips. You could get used to this.

Languidly you try to mind your teeth as you sink further down, your jaw aching at the unprecedented stretch. Shallowly you bob your head, barely giving anything as you look up to meet his burning gaze.

“Enough.” He groans, clearly sick of the teasing as his hand comes around to hook his fingers around the back of your head.  

It’s enough of a warning as your hands come up to grip at his bare thighs, whimpering at the first tentative thrust. Unable to escape, knees aching and you can’t help but wonder how damp your panties will be by the time you get them off.

He’s careful at first, not to be too rough in his movements, trying to be considerate of your comfort. It’s ridiculous, and you let him know as much by stabbing your nails into his thighs only forcing him to accidentally bottom out. 

Tears well in your eyes as you choke, gagging around the sinfully thick intrusion into your throat.

“Woah! Fuck, I’m sor-”

He starts to pull away, and desperately you chase after him. But the fucker pulls out, grabbing you by the cheeks to look you in the eyes. 

“Do I have to start calling you names again?” Your voice is already wrecked, but not nearly enough, it could be worse, so much worse. If he would just fully let go. “Or are you just scared?”

He blinks at you, once, twice, those stupidly big eyes of his narrowing into something dangerous. 

“Two taps if it’s too much.”

“It won’t be.” You barely finish the sentence as he grabs you on either side of your head with both hands, pressing the leaking head of his cock against the seam of your lips, precum smearing across. You barely open your mouth before he’s shoving his entire cock down your throat again. 

You can see him, blurred by the tears stuck to your lashes, watching you with such reverence as you pitifully try to relax, still unable to avoid gagging and choking. Yet this time he offers no reprieve, keeps you firmly in place as tears stream down your face and your nails continue to dig into his thighs.

“T-That’s it, choke.” The break in his voice sends something hot through your chest, snaking through the rest of your body and creeping into your veins. How embarrassed would you really be if you came just from having your throat fucked? 

“Where are you?” Your wandering thoughts immediately cease, drawn back in by his fingers dancing along your cheekbone before settling at the back of your head.

He doesn’t even have the decency to let you catch your breath after pulling your attention, shallow thrusts turning reckless as he fucks your face with little regard for you— it’s everything you’ve every wanted from him.

It sends another surge of heat down into your belly, pooling between your thighs and now you’re wondering if your poor panties will even be salvageable after this. 

“Fuck that’s it, so fuckin’ good for me.” He bites his lip, and a part of you wishes you could be tugging on it too with your teeth. 

Use me, use me, use me. The thought fills your mind, leaving room for nothing else but Mark and his cock and your jaw and throat struggling to keep up. 

Frantically you tap on his calf, his response instantaneous.

“You good?” He pulls out again, swiping his thumb along your bottom lip to wipe away a mess of spit and precum.

“Need you,” and you could care less how your voice shakes and rasps, “need you in me so bad. Fuck me.” 

Your fingers dig into his thighs as you muster up the best pitiful look possible, silently begging for more. 

“C-Condom, need, condom.” He huffs, looking around his room frantically.

“Like hell, what happened to painting my insides huh?” Shakily you stand up, managing to push him towards the bed which he doesn’t even bother resisting. “Thought you wanted your cum dripping from my pussy for days.”

And he fucking growls, the sound so wildly animalistic you can barely believe it came from him.

“That what you want? You wanna feel me for days?” You’re on your back in a matter of seconds, his forearms landing on either side of your head to cage you in. He’s staring you down with an uncharacteristic intensity; a predator sizing up his prey.

“Ruin me for anybody else.” It comes out broken, desperation seeping from each word. How much more do you need to bend before he finally breaks?

He’s back on you, a barrage of teeth and tongue assaulting your flesh as his hands leave no part of you untouched, kneading and feeling. Just as you try to bring your own shirt over your head he pushes away your hands, allowing him to take over stripping you bare. 

Each caress of his fingers leaves a trail of fire, almost too hot to bear.  

“Please Marky, please.” It comes out high and whiny and so very needy. “Touch me more.” 

“I’ll give you what you want, just lemme…fuck lemme look at you.” He catches your wrists just as you try to bring your hands up to cover your face, pinning your arms against your sides as his eye shamelessly trace over your figure. There’s a glint of something hungry, swirled with something akin to adoration.

“Y-You like m-me, you’re obsessed.” You

“Yeah, I really fucking am.” He’s grinning, all teeth with a hint of gums that makes your heart somehow pound even harder and you know you’re well and truly fucked. “Like you s’much gonna keep you on my cock forever.” 

He lets go of your hands, grabbing at your thighs to spread them apart, callused fingers dragging up until he’s almost carelessly pressing a finger into you.

“Fuck, you can… o-oh keep me!” You whimper as he bullies one, then two more fingers into your throbbing cunt— there’s a determination bordering on desperation creasing his brow in order to prep you as quickly as possible. 

“Next time, I’ll spend fuckin’ hours doin’ this.” You whine as he drags his fingers out of you.

His hands hook under your thighs, pressing up and up until he can hook your legs over his shoulders and he’s pressing the blunt head of his cock against your hole. There’s a slight sting as he pushes in, the stretch unfamiliar and despite how wet you are some lube would’ve helped. 

But you well and truly could care less.

“I don’t care who sees this, you, I’m the only one who gets to touch, the only one who gets to fuck you like this.” He rasps, bottoming out in one harsh thrust and punching the air out of your lungs.

He’s kind enough to let you catch your breath, indulging you with a few soft kisses along your jaw and nipping at your bottom lip. But it doesn’t last long, following a sloppy kiss with a tentative grind of his hips, then a soft thrust. 

Those desperate whines you usually play up for your streams easily escaping your lips as he builds a steady rhythm. 

“Yes, yes, yes, Mark.” It’s perfect, every single thrust is perfect, the way you're folded in half, the feeling of his fingers digging into you, the strain of toned muscles under flushed skin; so fucking perfect. “Only you.”

And you mean it, fully, wholeheartedly without any hesitation. Only Mark, if that’s what he wants then you want it too, whatever Mark wants he can have.

“M’Close, fuck, I’m so close.” You whimper, raking your fingers through his still damp hair.

“Already?” It spears through your chest, harsh and burning and tears down your belly. 

There’s a split second of perfect silence interrupting the sound of skin slapping against skin, a ringing in your ears followed by the crash of your heart into your ribcage. 

Pleasure slices down your spine, rippling through your body in crashing waves and leaving your head spinning.

He fucks you through the high, any chance of a coherent thought spilling right out of your ears, his name garbled and strained as it forces it’s way past your lips. 

He slows, as if he’s about to waste both your time and do something stupid like pull out and finish on your stomach. And like hell you’re letting that happen, grabbing at his head with both hands and smashing your lips together, pulling away just enough to stare into blown pupils.

“Cum inside me, you bitch!” His teeth come down on your bottom lip, the bite of iron and tang of sweat and spit swirling together on your tongue dizzying, intoxicating. He slams back into you with a force you didn’t know he had, swallowing down a broken moan from his lips as he spills into you. 

“I’m still gonna stream.”  The two of you have settled on his now made bed, tucked under the covers. You had no problem letting Mark dress you in a clean tee and boxers, watching sleepily from his desk chair as he made his bed before depositing you in it.

“I’ll still watch.” He hums. 

“And comment?” It brings up the matter from earlier, the one you never got an answer to. “Why didn’t you?”

“I…I didn’t know what to do. Uh, it was one thing, hiding, but then I thought you…didn’t…”

“Didn’t?” You raise your head, trying to level your gaze to his. 

“Didn’t like m- it, the comments, those messages in chat, all of it. Thought you were just tryin’ to message me to stop. And then I got scared you somehow knew it was…me.” He has that sheepish look smearing his features, a hand coming up to scratch at his nape. 

You stare at him silently, watching as his eyes bounce around your face searching for some hint of what you could possibly be thinking.

“Look where that got us, I can’t even feel my legs, oh my god you have to fuck me on stream, please!”

“H-Huh? Live? Yo I can’t just-”

“Think about it, Marky.” Aching hips and sore muscles be damned, you somehow manage to climb into his lap and straddle his thighs. “Fucking me, on camera, for everyone to see just what you do to me. I’d be so good for you.”

You can see it, what little resolve he had starting to crumble, just a little more.

“Don’t you want that?” It’s his words and he knows it, starting to see the monster he’s created. You run your fingers along his jaw, settling one hand on his shoulder while the other comes up to muss up fluffy brown locks. “Stretching me on your fat cock for my pitiful little viewers to see, wishing it was them driving me insane.”

“Baby…” The pet name from his lips is instantly addicting, and you need so much more of it.

“Please.” And now you’re not sure what you’re begging for, your body screams for you to stop, to not roll your hips against his because it’s far too soon to be fucked into the mattress again.

“If, if you don’t stop doing that.” He groans. “You’re not gonna be able to stream tomorrow.” 

You blink. 

“Wow you really are my biggest fan.”

“Huh?”

“Got my schedule memorized and everything, does that mean we could do it tomorrow? You’ll fuck me on stream tomorrow?”

“I’ll think about it.” 

“Seriously I–”

“Actually, cancel it.” He’s hooking his hands under your thighs, drawing you closer. “Don’t look at me like that, I said cancel it.”  

“Mm, I don’t know if I can go again yet.” But there’s no conviction behind your words.

“You’re fine, I’ll do all the work.” You’re fine he says, it sends a thrill up your spine right into your brain, reworking the entire chemistry in there. It had been there in the back of your mind, slipping in somewhere between finding out his secret and that first kiss. 

You’re absolutely hooked, simply addicted, to Mark Lee. 

“Okay.” You grin at him.

[nmhdreamscape]

sudden desires [ l.dh ]

pairings ⇢ enemies with benefits! haechan x afab!reader

warnings ⇢ 18+, oral (m receiving), feet (kinda), name calling (but in a sexy way), bathroom sex, oppa kink, unprotected sex (pull out), swallowing, multiple orgasms, leg humping??, slapping/pinching, stomach bulge, teeth/brushing teeth, wet & messy, purposeful awkward ending

word count ⇢ 3.3k

playlist ⇢ she_harry styles / valentine_5sos / sudden desire_hayley williams

a/n ⇢ heyyyyyyyy lol

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your hair is pushed out of your face while you sleepily brush your teeth. the fuzzy headband tight on your head but it’s cute because it matches all of your friends. of course you all had to match for the trip, pajamas, slippers, headbands, even the silly pack of temporary tattoos you all had diligently helped each other with in the kitchen. you had helped yena stick hers on her thigh and karina’s to her lower hip. the boys struggled the most jisung’s ended up mostly smudged on his wrist but still cute.

you watched fondly as jeno softly held his girl's calf as he wrapped the paper around her ankle and carefully patted it. you had bent over the kitchen table while karina worked a cool rag over your lower back to attach it. your doe eyes wide staring up at haechan teasingly. opening your mouth to mimic a moan while you watched his jaw tighten.

you’d told him he couldn’t try anything on this trip. you were with the girls piling on the king bed while the boys were scattered in the loft and living room. your friends were aware of your relationship at least your public hatred of one another. not the fact that you frequently and quite secretly jumped each other's bones.

it had all been an accident, a case of mistaken identity. you still sort of think he planned it but you had pulled his hair enough over it, for now at least. you had told winter to tell soobin to meet you in the basement bathroom and when you got there in the led tiktok shop glow you couldn’t tell that it was haechan who had been waiting on someone else.

you should have known when he was shorter and softer and meaner. the moans in your ear were a dead giveaway, but the dick was blinding you. he pulled out after you chanted soobin’s name and quickly flipped the light switch. you groaned and banged your head against the mirror making him tease you when you winced. you could still feel the heat from his cock against your thigh and you didn’t care for your disdain. you whispered for him to just finish and he didn’t hesitate but you made him turn the lights back off so you didn’t see his disgusting grin.

since then it was random encounters for something quick and playful. that turned into meetups when either of your roommates were out and when they weren’t the back of his car worked well. your distaste had turned into a craving that lingered in the back of your throat and center of your tummy. the hatred you felt mellowed into a soft and fond annoyance.

but you made him swear he wouldn’t try to get in your pants during this trip. three days and two nights shouldn’t be too long for both of you. sadly you felt yourself growing needy, the soft touches and playful slaps were normal but groping your ass was a bit too much. you felt tipsy from all the drinks earlier and you needed to sleep. it was almost 2am and there was a schedule to follow in the morning.

you spat out your toothpaste before glancing around the bathroom again making sure you didn’t miss a step. when you slid open the door your eyes met a cartoon bear pattern, sluggishly you peaked up to find that familiar brown hair.

“what are you doing?” you whisper yelled into his neck. he jumped turning to you with a mischievous grin. you shook your head knowing what he was going to ask.

“wait wait,” he whispered back, putting a hand on your hip to stop you from walking past him. you rolled your eyes. “please.” he almost whimpered, using his other hand to pull your hand down to feel his bulge. you glanced down mouth watering when you saw the deep red top poking from his pants.

“we can’t. you know that.” you tried to stay firm. glancing around to make sure no one saw you but the lights were dim and you saw no phone screens.

“passed out. all of them.” he grinned, grinding his hips against you.

“you’re such a brat.” you signed, rolling your head back. you squeezed his cock in your hand fighting the urge to rip it from him. he moaned in response, hips jerking against you.

“what if you just watch and say stuff you know,” he questions, glancing away biting his lip.

“you want me to sit and watch you jerk off?” you grin teasingly flicking your thumb over his head, swiping at the precum. he nodded dumbly and his already flushed skin got redder.

“you’re such a perv.” you flicked your wrist. “you just want a pretty girl to watch you touch yourself? disgusting.”

“please,” he whined, his head falling into your neck as your grip tightened. his mouth opened against your neck, hot breath huffing before his tongue slid against your skin. you tugged his hair pulling his head away from you and released his cock from your grip.

“i’m only sucking you off.” you whispered before slapping your palm over his member. he groaned softly before pushing you back into the small bathroom sliding the door shut behind him and latching it with a click.

“you’re so annoying.” you whined as you lifted his shirt and stuffing the hem in his mouth. he watched you with wide glazed eyes, the fabric made his mouth dry. “this will keep you quiet right?”

he nodded quickly as you sunk down on your knees pulling his pants along too. his cock hot and hard and angry when you looked up at him. precum slipped out of the head as you leaned in gripping his thighs and lapping softly over him like a kitten.

his head flung back with a muted moan when you flattened your tongue and licked from base to tip. one hand held his thigh and the other fondled his balls as you hollow your cheeks sucking him in like a fresh fountain drink on a hot day. he tasted so good, so familiar. you pressed yourself farther nose brushing against his hair as you looked up wide eyed and over sexualized.

he stared right back at you spit starting to dribble out of his mouth and over the once dry fabric you had stuffed there. bobbing your head you sucked him down his fists clenched with each brush of his tip against your throat. you pulled off with a popped before your head clanged on the sink.

“owwww,” you winced, digging your nails into his thigh.

“fuck are you ok,” he mumbled spitting the shirt from his mouth. you pushed out your lips with a pout as his hands softly pet your hair and face and he held the back of your head attempting to soothe your skull. you wanted to be a whiny baby and have him play sweet with you but you needed him to finish.

“just hurry and fuck my mouth.”

he kept his hand softly on your head and the other moved to grip the sink. his hair fell into his eyes as he stood over you, it felt so dominating but he was being soft. mouth open you guide his length back into the warmth. he moved slowly with a sigh, nudging his cock deeper and dragging it slowly back out.

you snuck a hand between your legs grinding against your palm as he concentrated. he was fighting with himself wanting to use you like a flesh light and worrying about banging your head again. you could feel the wetness seeping through the fabric of your shorts with every slow thrust of his hips.

taking his time, he watched the way your lips stretched around him and spit bubbled at the corners of your mouth. he kept himself from gripping your hair and instead held the sink tighter as he sped up.

“you’re so,” he whimpered, eyes shutting briefly. you hummed around him almost asking him to finish his sentence.

“hot.” he finished stupidly, and it made you flush for some reason. the dumb dreamy look on his face all because of you. soft whines slipped past his lips as he sped up sloppily fucking into your warmth.

you needed more than just a palm and in popped an idea. you tapped his leg three times and he pulled out spit stringing from your mouth. his brows knitted as he watched you lift a knee and straddled his foot. you whined when you settled grinding against him slowly.

“you’re such a freak,” he mumbled. hand still cupping your head he used the other to grip his cock and slip it past your lips again. you moaned around him, clit rubbing on the seam of your shorts just right.

the vibrations made him dizzy. the scene was so filthy, you humping against his leg like a slut and he could feel how wet you were warm slick on his foot.

the thing about you and haechan is you had no expectations of how to act with each other. he was just as depraved as you, anything you wanted he probably did too. you couldn’t just grind against anyone’s leg without asking, but with haechan you knew he’d love it just as much as you.

“you like it?” you moaned in response, tears welling in your eyes. mouth full you bobbed your head and your hips matched your pace dragging the sticky fabric against you.

“humping me like a bitch in heat.” he could feel your cunt gush at his words.

“fuck it,” he whispered pulling you up and turning you around all at once. you felt dizzy as he bent over you grinding his cock against your shorts. as hot as watching you was, he had to have you.

“oppa,” you whispered, you didn’t know if you were begging him to stop or to fuck you. he went with the latter tugging your shorts down over the swell of your ass. you could feel his fingers tracing the fake tattoo before his hand pressed against your lower back. fingers sliding through your slick making you shiver when you looked at him through the mirror but he was already staring back.

dark deep lust stared back at you when he plunged two fingers into your cunt. you bit your lip to keep yourself quiet but your arms go limp on the porcelain.

“i’ll be fast,” he hushed, fingers filling you up with such ease. whimpering you rocked yourself against him wanting more - needing more. you could feel him hard and heavy pressing against your ass with each push of your hips.

“just,” you whined, reaching to pull his wrist and remove his fingers before gripping his cock bringing him where you needed him most. sinking back with a gasp as he filled you up. your fingers danced over your clit swollen and needy. you felt yourself pulse when his low groan hit your ears.

“look at me,” he whispered. before you could move he was grabbing your throat and pulling you against him. the new position made him reach a new depth inside of you. staring at him in the reflection while his cock was buried deep inside.

“so fucking deep.” you choked. you could see his cock pressing against your tummy, the bulge growing and disappearing under your skin. you felt your volume increasing with each thrust. mind going numb but your body on fire. his eyes flitted over you in the mirror watching the way you stared between your legs.

“you like watching me fuck you?” you nodded quickly watching as his cock disappeared into your sloppy cunt. pushing your hand against your stomach to feel the bulge.

“so hot, so full, so good,” you mumble to yourself. the sticky drag of his cock in your walls made your toes curl.

“i’ll film it for you next time so when you’re alone in your room humping your stupid pillow you can watch.” you moaned loudly at the thought.

“shut up,” he whispered into your neck. “you said to be quiet.” his fingers trailed up your neck before filling your mouth. moaning around his digits as you tasted yourself. you pressed your own fingers against your clit circling fast and hard feeling the warmth spreading in your tummy. now all you could hear was his pelvis hitting your ass, and the squelch coming from between your legs.

if he kept it up you’d cum any second and he knew that. his fingers found yours circling your clit with you. fucking into you hard and fast hitting you just right. the head of his cock pressing against your gspot as you came closer and closer.

“gonna cum,” you garbled around his fingers.

“i know,” he smirked. fingers and hips moving faster against you.

“oppa,” you whined, gripping his thigh and biting down on his fingers.

“cum on the cock you love so much,” he groaned against your ear pinching your clit.

“ppa, cum, i’m,” you whimpered. “oppa.” you moaned around his fingers as you came, cunt fluttering around him. gripping his wrist when he didn’t stop circling your oversensitive bud. you shuddered against him overwhelmed by everything, you didn’t even notice the slick dripping from your legs and onto the floor.

“so fucking sexy when you cum,” he licked your neck, placing an open mouth kiss on your skin. his fingers slipped from your mouth with spit strings still connected to your lips. you pouted at him through the reflection. eyes begging him to stop but he kept pounding you.

“what? too sensitive?” he teased slowing his thrusts before pulling out and rubbing his cock over your swollen lips. you nodded watching as it glistened between your folds before he rudely pushed it back in with a groan. hands gripping your hips he brought himself closer. bracing yourself on the sink as his breath sped up you knew he was close. you could feel your stomach tightening again with each drag of his cock.

“can you cum for me just one more time,” he asked. you nodded weakly, biting your lip as his fingers swirled over your clit again. “tell me.”

you rolled your eyes at him through the mirror and he slapped your clit in response making you double over.

“fuck you,” you groaned.

“tell me you want to cum again,” he tugged your hair pulling you back against him.

“i’m sensitive,” you whimper.

“so you don’t want it?” he pulled out more slick dripping from you. you stomped your feet like a child before bending over and spreading your ass for him.

“make me cum again,” your cheeks were red and embarrassed when you begged him. swollen cunt on display he smirked spitting on your already sticky hole before swiftly plunging in for the third maybe fourth time you lost count.

“good girl,” you squeezed around him at the praise. his hand pressed against your lower back tracing over the fake tattoo.

“you should get one for real it’s so hot,” he groaned as his other hand gripped your ass pulling you back to meet his hips. “been watching every time it peaked from your shorts. i know you did it on purpose.”

“you’re just a perv,” you moan. maybe you did do it on purpose.

“like you didn’t lean over the table and put on a show,” he groaned. “wish i could have taken you there. you’d like it, all of our friends watching me slut you out.” moaning at his words as his cock drove you closer. your hand coming to your mouth to keep you quiet.

“fucking whore,” you gasped suddenly spasming on his cock as your second orgasm hit you by surprise.

“cumming when i call you names.” you whimpered into your palm as your pussy fluttered and pulsed around him.

“pull out,” you whispered. he didn’t listen, continuing his speed. tightening around him in sensitivity but he just moaned. his breathing was faster and he was getting closer. “pull out.”

“why,” he sighed, hips slapping against you.

“messy,” you whispered. normally you’d let him fill you with cum and fuck it back into you but you already knew time was running out.

“i’m so close,” he whimpered before he pulled out with a whine slick spilling once more. you turned quickly, getting on your knees as he jerked his cock in your face. he stared down at you one hand holding the base of his cock while the other quickly flicked over the tip.

“cum in my mouth oppa,” you said before opening your mouth wide as he groaned. your lips suctioned to the tip as he came hot spurts hitting your throat and filling your mouth. “fuck” he groaned, hand still milking his cock. you gripped his thighs before pulling away, opening your mouth to show off his load.

“shit,” he whispered, grabbing your chin. watching your tongue curve to try and hold all of the white liquid before you slurped it in your mouth. you gulped swallowing all of him before sticking your clean tongue back out.

“god you’re so hot,” he pushed your hair behind your ear as you leaned back in to clean the last of him. you took him in, nose pressing to his stomach. swirling your tongue to clean him before pulling away with a pop this time his hand was behind your head instead of the sink.

he tugged you up pulling you to his face kissing you, tongue exploring yours. moaning into your mouth as he tasted himself before you pulled away.

“now i have to brush my teeth again.” you pouted up at him. he rolled his eyes but a smile tugged on his lips. his hands reached around you tugging your shorts back up.

“yeah and i have to clean the floor so we’re even.” you looked at him curiously before he pointed to the sticky puddle in front of the sink.

“life is so hard when a beautiful lady sucks your dick,” you countered.

“and i made her cum. twice,” he holds up to fingers with a stupid grin.

“but i’m so sleepy,” you sighed, head falling on his shoulder as he tugged his own pants up.

“poor baby,” he patted your back before turning you around and guiding you to the side of the bath. you watched as he grabbed a clean cloth and wet it. he walked back to you wiping the cool cloth over your face gently cleaning dried fluids from your cheeks. you closed your eyes letting him be sweet. he tossed it on the floor over the puddle you had made.

he turned, grabbing your toothbrush, wetting it under water and squeezing the toothpaste on the bristles before wetting it once more just how you did it. he brought it to you holding your chin with one hand squeezing lightly. “open.” you did as he said before he began brushing over your teeth.

it was so intimate for some reason, the way his hand softly held you in place while he examined your mouth taking care ensuring he wasn’t brushing too hard. his thumb caught any foam that slipped out of your mouth as he continued to brush, not missing a spot.

“you’re so sleepy,” he smiled down at you fingers brushing your cheek. you attempted to nod but his hand held you in place.

“are you going hiking tomorrow?” you tried nodding again but instead held a thumb up. “what time?” you shrugged holding up 5 fingers.

“damn,” he moved your chin to change angles. “it’s so late, you should stay here in the morning.” you shrugged again. “sorry for keeping you up.” you raised an eyebrow at him. “i’m not really but sorta.”

he pulled the toothbrush from your mouth and you stood up following him to the sink. he stood behind you holding your hair as you spit before he rinsed the toothbrush. wiping your mouth while he put your toothbrush away.

“well, uh good night i guess,” he rubbed his neck awkwardly, turning to unlatch the door. you reached for his arm before he could.

“oppa, thank you. good night,” you whispered, brushing your fingers over his arm before letting good. he nodded before slipping out the door.

©️tddyhyck

[nmhdreamscape]

⭑ mark becomes a little too obsessed now that he learns you can squirt... ﹙+18﹚

you weren’t sure if you could take another. your body trembled, legs weak, breaths uneven. the sheets beneath you were damp, evidence of just how far he had pushed you.

but mark didn’t seem near to being finished.

his mouth worked at you with devotion, tongue teasing, exploring—his every move deliberate, like he was savoring something forbidden. each flick, each slow stroke of his lips against your pussy sent fresh waves of pleasure rolling through you. his nose brushed against that sensitive spot each time he dipped his tongue inside, and all you could do was lay there, helpless, open for him.

your thighs twitched, but they were locked over his shoulders, his firm grip keeping you exactly where he wanted. not that you had the strength to close them even if you tried.

“just one more, baby,” he murmured, voice thick with hunger. “c’mon… give me another.” then, he sucked at your clit, a sudden, ruthless pull that had your back arching, his name spilling from your lips like a prayer.

his skin glistened, his abs damp from his earlier efforts—where he had learned you could squirt. where he had discovered he could make you fall apart so completely, so beautifully, that he never wanted to stop.

god, you were a sight—eyes fluttering, fingers tangled in the sheets, body shivering with every stroke of his tongue. mark drank in every reaction, every twitch and shudder, and it only made him want more.

you could feel his impatience growing. his tongue moved faster, more insistent, each stroke messier, greedier. then, he pressed his fingers inside—deep, unrelenting—pulling another cry from your throat as your grip tightened in his hair.

“mark—please,” you gasped, barely able to form words.

“i know you can, baby,” he coaxed, pressing a slow, teasing circle against your swollen clit. his voice was soothing, but his touch was anything but. “do it again for me… make a mess for me, and i’ll let you rest.”

as if you had a choice. as if your body wasn’t already on the edge, trembling, desperate, ready to break for him all over again.

your stomach tightened, that sweet, unbearable pressure coiling deep in your core. your eyes squeezed shut and your hips lifted instinctively, searching for more, and then—

everything snapped.

a breathless cry left your lips as pleasure crashed over you, your body stuttering, back arching off the mattress as you gave him exactly what he wanted.

you barely had the strength to open your eyes, but you felt it—the way he held your legs still, trying to catch every drop of your release with his mouth. the way his breathing stuttered against your skin, his own body shivering, desperate for relief.

and then, without a single touch to himself, mark groaned—a deep, guttural sound—and you knew. his own release spilled hot and heavy against the sheets, proof of just how much your pleasure alone undid him.

the room was silent, save for the sound of your ragged breaths. your body twitched, oversensitive, spent. your legs refused to move, your muscles weak, your mind floating somewhere between bliss and exhaustion.

mark exhaled, running a slow hand through his damp hair, grinning like a man who had just won the greatest prize of his life.

“that,” he murmured, voice husky, lips brushing against your thigh, “was the hottest thing i’ve ever seen.”

you finally managed to lift your head, and what you saw made your breath catch.

mark—utterly wrecked. skin glistening, hair damp, that triumphant smirk tugging at his lips. and lower… his cock, still standing proudly, flushed, glistening, as if daring you to do something about it.

you groaned, letting your head fall back against the pillow.

mark only chuckled, crawling up to hover over you, his lips grazing yours.

“think thirty minutes is enough for you?” he murmured, teasing, tempting.

god help you and your insatiable beast boyfriend.

｜ 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗌 𖹭 don't you also think it's hot when they get pleasure by giving pleasure to their partner? oh gosh help me... i just wanna squirt for mark 😪

[nmhdreamscape]

tysm for including me 🫶🫶

NCT DREAM FIC RECOMMENDATIONS:

key:

- a (angst), m (mature/smut), s (suggestive), f (fluff), h (humor), wc (word count)

ot7 & units:

- when you cup their face in your hands genre(s): f, wc: n/a, (@jennaissantes)

- nct dream as different types of stoners genre(s): h, m, wc: n/a, (@yeonghosins)

- nct dream reaction: dirty texts genre(s): h, m, wc: n/a, (@mrkis)

- nct dream vocals & other shenanigans genre(s): s, wc: n/a, (@hyudior)

- nct dream: they get a boner genre(s): s, wc: n/a, (@mrkis)

- nct dream loving your boobs genre(s): f, wc: n/a, (@ismileeprnc)

- nct dream "miss your face" genre(s): f, h, wc: n/a, (@ohmygs-blog)

- nct dream: strawberry test genre(s): f,h, wc: n/a, (@midmourn)

- when you say their full name genre(s): f,h, wc; n/a, (@smwhererealistic)

- giving you the princess treatment genre(s): f, wc: n/a, (@luvyeni)

- maknae line: bf texts genre(s): f,h, wc: n/a, (@w0nslvr)

- hyung line: bf texts genre(s): h,m, wc: n/a, (@w0nslvr)

- asking bf dream for separate beds genre(s): f,h, wc: n/a, (@marklease)

- nct dream reaction: "she's busy rn" genre(s): f,h, s, wc: n/a, (@marksmelodies)

- nct dream: calling you mommy genre(s): h,m, wc: n/a, (@jenosz)

- what position are y'all in? genre(s): f, m, wc: n/a, (@ohmygs-blog)

- bf!dreamies when you forget to kiss them goodbye genre(s): f, h, wc: n/a, (@hyuckiestarz)

- bf!dreamies when you text them "come over, he left" genre(s): h, wc: n/a, (@hyuckiestarz)

- valentine's day card memes that bf! dreamies would send you genre(s): f, h, s, wc: n/a, (@nmhdreamscape)

- bf!dreamies telling you that they "need you" genre(s): m,f, wc: n/a, (@nmhdreamscape)

- their fav place to kiss u genre(s): f, wc: n/a, (@hyckvr)

- bf!dreamies when you tell them you miss being single genre(s): s, h, wc: n/a, (@hyuckiestarz)

- bf!dreamies when you reply with "she's busy" genre(s): s, h, wc: n/a, (@hyuckiestarz)

- "have i ever told you how much of a good kisser you are?" genre(s): f, h, wc: n/a, (@hugs2doie)

- "do you get post nut clarity?" genre(s): f, s, wc: n/a, (@nana4nena)

- reader pretending to be someone else genre(s): h, wc: n/a, (@marksmelodies)

- rent? what rent? genre(s): h, wc: n/a, (@luvyeni)

- "low v taper fade" prank w dream genre(s): h, wc: n/a, (@luvyeni)

- nct dream getting pussy drunk genre(s): m, wc: n/a, (@sxcret-garden)

- nct dream texts: dream()scape reactions genre(s): s, h, wc: n/a, (@renjunderthesun)

- calling dreamies "pretty boy" genre(s): f, wc: n/a, (@ohmygs-blog)

- boyfriend texts with nct dream genre(s): f, wc: n/a, (@grlscrushing)

- "come sit on it then" w dreamies genre(s): s, wc: n/a, (@hcaeh)

.:♪*:･’ﾟ♭.:*･♪’ﾟ｡.*#:･’ﾟ.:*♪:･’.:♪*:･’ﾟ♭.:*･♪’ﾟ｡.*#:･’.:♪*:･

mark

- friendly competition (mark & haechan) genre(s): m, wc: n/a, (@perfumejamal)

- mark random bf texts genre(s): f, m (a tiny bit), wc: n/a, (@ohmygs-blog)

- bf mark scenarios genre(s): f, wc: n/a, (@tigermark)

- mark smut imagine genre(s): s, wc: n/a, (@domjaehyun)

- where the day gets softer- genre(s): f, wc: 1k, (@10byten)

- mark lee as your boyfriend genre(s): f, wc: 1.7k, (@sungbites)

- mark boyfriend thoughts genre(s): f, wc: n/a, (@hyckvr)

- i'm not gonna teach your boyfriend how to fuck you genre(s): s, f, wc: 5.6k, (@sincerelyneo)

- real talk genre(s): m, wc: 19.4k, (@smileysuh)

- mark fluff imagine genre(s): f, wc: n/a, (@loving-jeno)

- go with it genre(s): m, wc: 6k, (@seouljazzbar)

- beefing with your boyfriend mark genre(s): h, wc: n/a, (@viasdreams)

- boyfriend mark headcanons genre(s): f, wc: n/a, (@nerdlvr)

- mark bf hcs genre(s): f, m, wc: n/a, (@uofcosmos)

- this is (not) easy. genre(s): f, m, a, wc: 13.2k, (@mrkis)

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renjun

- boyfriend texts w renjun ! genre(s): f, wc: n/a, (@injvns)

- secretly "training" renjun !! genre(s): h, s, wc: n/a, (@viasdreams)

.:♪*:･’ﾟ♭.:*･♪’ﾟ｡.*#:･’ﾟ.:*♪:･’.:♪*:･’ﾟ♭.:*･♪’ﾟ｡.*#:･’.:♪*:･

jeno

- clingy boyfriend texts w jeno ! genre(s): f, wc: n/a, (@injvns)

- crush diaries genre(s): f, h, wc: n/a, (@stuckonmark)

- bf!jeno silly daily texts genre(s): h, s, wc: n/a, (@hyuckiestarz)

.:♪*:･’ﾟ♭.:*･♪’ﾟ｡.*#:･’ﾟ.:*♪:･’.:♪*:･’ﾟ♭.:*･♪’ﾟ｡.*#:･’.:♪*:･

haechan

- texts, bf! haechan genre(s): h, f, wc: n/a, (@catboyieejeno)

- dirty mouth genre(s): f, m, wc: 6.9k, (@jjsneo)

- xoxo genre(s): f, wc: n/a, (@yeow6n)

- asking my bf if he’ll wax my butt genre(s): h, f, wc: n/a, (@haechnnie)

- all night parking genre(s): m, wc: n/a, series (@haechnnie)

- love foolish genre(s): f, wc: n/a, (@yeow6n)

- deep waters genre(s): m, wc: 8k, (@neowinestainedress)

- blue moon genre(s): f, h, wc: n/a, series (@chenfleur)

- random haechan bf texts genre(s): m?, h, wc: n/a, (@renjunderthesun)

- painted with you genre(s): m, f, a (a tiny bit), h, wc: 15k, (@sxcret-garden)

- he claims to hate you genre(s): f,m, wc: n/a, (@joyoushyuck)

- friendly competition (haechan & mark) genre(s): s, wc: n/a, (@perfumejamal)

- clingy boyfriend texts w haechan ! genre(s): f, wc: n/a, (@injvns)

- midnight haechan genre(s): f, wc: 526, (@remtrack)

- down bad and devoted genre(s): f, h, s, wc: n/a, (@handlemehyuck)

- the need to know genre(s): f, m, h, a, wc: 40.4k, (@domjaehyun)

- haechan bf texts genre(s): h, s, wc: n/a, (@gooner127)

- haechan random bf texts genre(s): h, s, wc: n/a, (@hyuckssunshine)

-texts w fwb!haechan genre(s): h, m, wc: n/a, (@susicheng)

- downbad/clingy haechan boyfriend texts ! genre(s): f, wc: n/a, (@hugs2doie)

- lee donghyuck as your boyfriend genre(s): f, wc: 1k, (@pshbites)

- zoom, click, panic ! genre(s): f, h, s, wc: n/a, (@nerdlvr)

- who is it? genre(s): a, m, f, wc: 30k, (@kongjjen)

- random haechan bf texts pt 3 genre(s): s, h, wc: n/a, (@renjunderthesun)

.:♪*:･’ﾟ♭.:*･♪’ﾟ｡.*#:･’ﾟ.:*♪:･’.:♪*:･’ﾟ♭.:*･♪’ﾟ｡.*#:･’.:♪*:･

jaemin

- paper rings genre(s): f, wc: 3.6k, (@suhnshinehaos)

- girl dad jaemin headcannons genre(s): f, wc: n/a, (@jasminexox5)

- having a fwb relationship with roomate jaemin genre(s): h, s, wc: n/a, (@viasdreams)

- na jaemin as your boyfriend genre(s): f, wc: 1k, (@pshbites)

.:♪*:･’ﾟ♭.:*･♪’ﾟ｡.*#:･’ﾟ.:*♪:･’.:♪*:･’ﾟ♭.:*･♪’ﾟ｡.*#:･’.:♪*:･

chenle

- texts, bf! chenle genre(s): f, h, wc: n/a, (@catboyieejeno)

- texts with chenle: when he falls harder genre(s): f, wc: n/a, (@phoxphenex)

- boyfriend texts w chenle ! genre(s): f,h, wc: n/a, (@injvns)

- chenle boyfriend texts genre(s): f, wc: n/a, (@jenosz)

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jisung

- cyberdating genre(s): h, wc: n/a, series (@pagesofmiracles)

- firsts with jisung genre(s): f, wc: n/a (@luvjii)

- jisung bf texts genre(s): h, m, wc: n/a, (@f4irys4n)

- jisung bf texts genre(s): h, s, wc: n/a, (@gooner127)

- random texts w bf!jisung genre(s): f, h, wc: n/a, (@markleessodalite)

- what a girl wants genre(s): m, wc: 6k, (@jigeuminunbich)

- dream boys: slut me out genre(s): m, wc: 5.3k, (@lisired)

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now this has got me thinking… 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

mark's lips moved roughly against yours, his hands gripping at your hips as if he couldn’t get enough of you. the kiss was heated, dizzying, almost making you forget about haechan’s presence until his firm hands squeezed at your waist, pulling you back into him. a whimper escaped his lips as he pressed needy, open-mouthed kisses down your neck and across your shoulders, his breath hot against your skin.

your fingers tangled in mark’s hair, tugging lightly as he deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding against yours in a way that sent shivers down your spine. but you could still feel haechan behind you, the warmth of his body, the way his hands were gripping just a little tighter, growing more impatient.

breaking the kiss with mark, you turned slightly, your free hand reaching back to cup the back of haechan’s head. your fingers weaved into his soft hair, pulling him closer as he let out a quiet, breathy moan. his lips ghosted over your skin before latching onto a sensitive spot, sucking just enough to make you shudder.

“you’re so needy,” you teased, voice barely above a whisper. haechan froze against you, his lips still parted from where they had just been pressed to your skin. his breath came in shallow pants, his fingers gripping at your hips like he needed something to ground him.

you moved away from the two of them. “kiss,” you instructed, tilting your head slightly, eyes gleaming with expectation.

mark’s brows furrowed. “what?”

“like, you want a kiss?” haechan echoed, voice already breathy, pupils blown wide.

you shook your head, lips curling. “no. you two - kiss.” there was a beat of silence. mark’s jaw tightened, his tongue swiping over his bottom lip as he studied you, then haechan, who was already squirming, shifting in place, fingers tightening against his sides.

“you’re serious,” mark muttered, exhaling sharply through his nose.

“scared, mark?” you taunted, arching a brow.

his eyes darkened. “not a chance.”

before haechan could protest, if he even wanted to, mark grabbed his jaw, fingers pressing into the soft skin, tilting his head up. haechan whimpered, barely a sound, but enough to send a thrill down your spine. and then mark was kissing him, firm and unyielding, swallowing the tiny gasp that left haechan’s lips.

haechan melted instantly, hands clinging to mark’s shirt as he let himself be kissed, let mark take the lead. it was messy, hungry, mark’s tongue sliding against his, making him shudder. you watched as haechan let out a soft, broken moan into mark’s mouth, his body arching, his grip desperate.

mark pulled away first, his thumb swiping across haechan’s swollen lips. haechan's eyes were glazed and his breath lingered shaky.

you grinned, fingers running down haechans arm. “good boy.”

the words shot straight to haechan’s dick, a sharp gasp escaping his lips as a shiver ran down his spine. his whole body trembled, and a single tear slipped down his tanned cheek, catching the dim light.

"get to the headboard. now. both of you," mark commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument.

haechan moved first, scrambling back against the pillows, his breath coming in short, needy gasps. his wide eyes flickered between you and mark, pupils blown, lips still swollen from earlier.

you followed, slower, more measured, your gaze locked onto mark’s as you settled beside haechan. mark’s presence loomed over both of you, deliberate and unyielding, the weight of his authority pressing down like a tangible force.

haechan whimpered, squirming where he sat, fingers twitching as if unsure whether to reach for you or for mark. his thighs pressed together instinctively, seeking relief, but mark’s sharp glare had him freezing in place.

"good," mark murmured, rolling his shoulders back as he took his time crawling toward the both of you and taking his shirt off.

mark’s hand pressed firmly against the bulge in haechan’s shorts, rubbing slow circles. the pressure had haechan gasping, his head tilting back against the headboard as a fresh wave of tears slipped down his flushed cheeks. his hips bucked instinctively, chasing more, but mark held him in place with a firm grip on his thigh.

you watched, breath hitching, thighs pressing together in a desperate attempt for relief. the heat pooling between your legs was unbearable, your body aching for attention.

without warning, mark’s hand shot out, gripping your jaw with just enough force to make your breath stutter. "cut it out. now," he growled, tilting your chin up until your eyes locked with his. the sharp dominance in his gaze sent a thrill through you. "wait your turn."

you swallowed hard and nodded, stilling immediately, though the ache between your legs only grew worse.

mark smirked at your obedience before turning his attention back to haechan. he leaned in, capturing haechan’s lips. haechan melted instantly, a broken whimper slipping from his throat as his fingers clutched desperately at mark’s shoulders, riding out his high.

"mark, please," you begged, voice trembling with desperation. you knew it would fall on deaf ears, but that didn't stop you from trying. your body was burning, aching, and the sight of haechan falling apart under mark's touch only made it worse.

"please," you tried again, shifting restlessly on the bed. "mark, please."

but mark didn’t even spare you a glance. he only hummed in amusement, fingers tightening around haechan’s waist as he dragged another needy moan from the boy beneath him.

"what’s wrong, baby?" mark finally drawled, his tone condescending as he turned his head slightly in your direction. "feeling a little left out?"

you nodded quickly, eyes flickering between the two men.

"you hear that, hyuck?" mark's voice was smooth, dripping with authority. "why don't you go help her out?"

haechan didn’t hesitate. he scrambled over to you, hands slightly trembling as he tugged your shirt over your head, tossing it aside. his fingers fumbled with the clasp of your bra for only a second before he managed to unhook it, letting the straps slide down your arms. his breath hitched as he took in the sight of you, but he didn’t get to linger long, his hands were already moving, eager and impatient.

you lifted your hips, shimmying out of your pants as haechan helped, tugging them past your thighs. his fingers ghosted over your skin, his touch warm and unsure.

"so eager," mark chuckled, watching the way haechan practically worshipped every inch of you. "you gonna make her feel good, hyuck?"

"y-yeah," haechan stammered, his lips already tracing hot, needy kisses down your collarbone. his hands gripped your waist as if grounding himself, fingers pressing into your skin while his mouth moved lower.

he placed a lingering kiss on your hip, his breath warm against your skin before he dipped between your thighs. your hand instinctively found its way to his soft brown locks, fingers tangling in the strands. the moment you tugged, a needy moan vibrated against your skin, making your thighs twitch around his head.

"better make it good, hyuck." his voice laced with amusement as he watched haechan lose himself between your legs. you looked over at him and almost moaned at the sight of mark pumping himself as he watched you and hyuck.

haechan only whined in response, eager to prove himself as his tongue darted out, flicking over your clit with slow, teasing strokes. you threw your head back, eyes screwing shut with pleasure.

haechan ate you out like a man starved, tongue lapping at your slick with an eagerness that sent shivers up your spine. his needy whimpers vibrated against your core as he rutted against the mattress, desperate for any kind of friction.

mark sat back, stroking himself leisurely, watching the scene unfold with dark, hooded eyes. haechan let out a muffled whine against your clit as you tugged harder at his hair, his tongue delving deeper as his fingers dug into your thighs, holding you in place.

it wasn’t long before your thighs trembled around haechan’s head, your toes curling as heat pooled in your stomach. “close, hyuck,” you gasped, fingers tightening in his hair.

he whined against you, the vibrations sending a jolt of pleasure through your core. his grip on your thighs tightened as he sucked harder, determined to push you over the edge. his hips rutted desperately against the sheets, chasing his own pleasure as he lost himself in you.

mark chuckled darkly from his spot, hand still wrapped around his cock. “that’s it, baby,” he murmured. “make a mess on his tongue.” mark’s words sent you tumbling over the edge, a sharp cry slipping from your lips as your back arched off the bed. haechan moaned against you, his tongue greedily lapping up every drop, hands gripping your thighs like he never wanted to let go.

“that’s it, baby,” mark praised, stroking himself slowly as he watched you unravel. “so fucking pretty when you cum.”

haechan whined at his words, his hips still grinding against the mattress, desperate for any kind of relief. his tongue flicked over your clit one last time, making you jolt from the overstimulation.

"move," mark instructed. haechan scrambled to the side, hurriedly kicking off his shorts and boxers, his flushed cock resting against his stomach, twitching with need. mark cupped your face, pressing a gentle kiss to the tip of your nose. “pretty girl,” he murmured, his voice softer now, but still laced with control. “think you can go for one more?”

your body trembled, but you nodded, needing more, needing him. “that’s my girl,” he praised, brushing a kiss against your forehead before gripping your waist. without hesitation, he lined himself up and pushed in, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth thrust. a sharp gasp left your lips as he stretched you open, the fullness overwhelming and intoxicating all at once.

mark barely gave you a moment to adjust before setting a relentless pace, driving into you with precision. every thrust hit that spot inside you that had you reeling, pleasure fogging your mind until the only thing you could do was moan his name.

“you gonna leave hyuckie all high and dry?” mark’s grip tightened around your cheeks, tilting your head to face haechan.

your breath hitched at the sight. haechan sat beside you, his chest rising and falling unevenly, soft tears slipping down his flushed cheeks. his cock was an angry shade of red, twitching with need, the tip glistening with precum. you shook your head instantly, swallowing hard.

“good girl,” mark praised, his voice dripping with satisfaction. the praise sent a new wave of arousal crashing through you, making you tighten around him.

haechan whimpered, shifting closer, desperate for any kind of relief. you reached out, wrapping your fingers around his length, feeling the warmth and weight of him in your palm. he gasped at the first slow stroke, hips jerking into your touch as you began to move your wrist up and down, matching the pace of mark’s thrusts.

haechan’s breath hitched as his release spilled over your fingers, his body shuddering against you. the sight of him unraveling pushed you over the edge, the knot in your stomach snapping as waves of pleasure crashed through you. your moans tangled with his, and within a few more thrusts, mark followed, groaning as he filled you up.

he pulled out slowly, making you whine at the emptiness. his fingers traced soothing circles on your skin before he pressed a quick kiss to your temple.

"come on, let’s get you cleaned up," mark murmured, standing up. before you could protest, he wrapped his arms around you, effortlessly lifting you from the bed. his grip was firm but gentle, an arm bracing you securely against his chest. instinctively, you wrapped your arms around his neck, resting your head against his shoulder as exhaustion settled over you.

mark turned to haechan, who was still catching his breath, body limp against the sheets. "you too, hyuck," he said, offering his free hand.

haechan blinked up at him before reaching out, fingers lacing with mark’s as he let himself be pulled up. with you in his arms and hand in hand with haechan following closely, mark led the two of you to the bathroom.