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20 something masterlist—

tags: baby trapping, breeding kink, toxic relationship, emotional manipulation, gaslighting, twenty something angst, unprotected sex, weed use, insecure!reader, selfish!jaehyun, dark themes, emotionally distant, soft breakdowns, realistic pacing

teaser 1

001: supermodel

002: love galore

003: rubber substitute

004: drew barrymore

005: prom

006: new mistakes

007: true colors

008: late, again.

009: acknowledgment

010: insecurities

011: guidance

volume II-

012: time

013: love for me (?)

014: tread carefully

015: rain

016: fine

017: 20 something

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20 something— j.jh fic teaser #2

⊹₊ ⋆ tags: smut, slight breeding kink, unprotected, inexperienced!him, angst, breakup,

“baby,” he whispered, like it was a prayer. “i needed this. needed you.”

you didn’t say anything. because what was there to say? you’d told him. so many times. you didn’t want to risk it. didn’t want a child. not now. not like this. and especially not with someone who couldn’t even meet you halfway when it mattered.

but he was already losing himself in it — too far gone, clinging to the idea of love like it could fix everything he’d broken.

“don’t cum in me,” you finally whispered, voice fragile. “please don’t.”

he paused, like he’d heard you. like maybe this time he’d actually listen.

and then he moved again. harder. deeper.

like your words were just noise.

your breath caught. not from pleasure. from panic.

“jaehyun—”

“i know. i know,” he breathed. “just— fuck, let me feel you.”

your hands trembled. your chest felt tight.

he’s not hearing me. he never does.

you stared at the wall, mind spinning. you thought about your future. your plans. your friends. the way you used to dream so big. and now— this? this was what your twenties were turning into?

“you’re being selfish,” you said quietly, barely able to hold back the crack in your voice.

he kissed your shoulder. “i just love you so much. you know that.”

no. you didn’t. not anymore.

because love didn’t sound like this. love didn’t feel like someone forcing permanence on you when you barely had space to breathe.

he came with a muffled moan, holding you tight like that made it okay. like you weren’t crying under him. soft, silent tears, soaking the pillow.

and when he whispered “mine” into your skin, you realized something that hurt more than anything else—

you hadn’t been yours in a long time.

the next morning felt too still. too quiet. the kind of quiet that didn’t feel peaceful, just… hollow.

you were sitting at the edge of the bed, shirtless, just in your bra, blanket loosely around your hips. your stomach twisted, like your body was catching up to everything your brain hadn’t wanted to deal with last night. your thoughts were too loud for the silence.

he came in from the living room, rubbing at his eyes like he hadn’t slept either. “you tired, baby?” his voice was soft. casual. like nothing happened.

you turned, jaw tightening. “jaehyun. what is wrong with you?”

he blinked, expression unreadable. “huh?”

you ran a hand through your hair, exhaling slow. “you came in me yesterday. i told you not to.” your voice cracked, but you didn’t let yourself cry. not yet. “you know i’m on the pill, but that’s not the point. i said no.”

he scoffed—actually scoffed—and leaned against the wall like you were overreacting. “you act like it’s a big deal. it’s not. you’re being dramatic. it’s not like you’re pregnant.”

“jae.” you stared at him. “this isn’t about pregnancy. it’s about respect.”

his eyes narrowed. “so now i don’t respect you?”

you shook your head, voice quieter. “sometimes it feels like… the only time you actually love me is when you’re inside me. like that’s the only part of me you want.”

his face twitched, jaw clenching. “that’s not fair.”

“is it not?” you asked. “because when we fight, you shut down. when i’m upset, you say i’m sensitive. but the second you’re hard, it’s like i’m the love of your life again.”

he took a step closer, gaze sharp. “you think i don’t love you? after everything?” his voice dropped. “i’d do anything to keep you.”

you frowned. “anything shouldn’t mean ignoring me when i say no.”

he looked at you for a long moment, then laughed under his breath—low and bitter. “you think i’m trying to trap you?”

you didn’t answer, but your silence was loud.

he tilted his head, mouth curling into something between a smirk and a scowl. “maybe i should, then. maybe that’s the only way you’ll finally stop running. stop threatening to leave every time you get scared.”

your throat went dry. “that’s not love. that’s control.”

“you’re mine,” he said quietly. “you’ve always been mine.”

the room felt smaller. colder. you swallowed, trying to keep your voice steady. “that’s exactly what I fucking mean. you’re scaring me.”

he hesitated—just for a second—but didn’t apologize. didn’t soften.

you looked down at your hands. “i just want to feel wanted outside of sex. i want to feel like you see me. not just my body.”

he didn’t answer.

and that said more than anything he could’ve said.

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20 something— j.jh teaser #1

⊹₊ ⋆ tags: smut, slight breeding kink, unprotected, inexperienced!him, angst, breakup, 20 year old going insane, flawed relationship, messy emotions, desperate, raw, emotional turmoil, vulnerable, imperfect love, more tba

you’ve replayed the same question in your head a thousand times: why is it so hard to accept that the party’s over?

because on paper, it should be easy.

he’s gone. the texts stopped coming. the late-night calls that made you feel like you mattered? all ghosts now.

but your heart hasn’t gotten the memo. it still aches like he’s right there, like the space beside you is just waiting to be filled.

you stare at your phone like it’s a lifeline, scrolling through messages you promised yourself you’d delete weeks ago. you catch your reflection in the dark screen—eyes tired, skin dry, the way your lips tremble when you bite them to stop from crying.

“maybe i wasn’t enough,” you admit to no one. “maybe i wasn’t what he needed.”

the thought hits like a punch you didn’t see coming.

because you don’t want to blame yourself—he left. he hurt you. but still, the doubt creeps in.

what if you missed the signs? what if you didn’t try hard enough?

you shake your head. the lies you told yourself to survive suddenly feel fragile.

your fingers hover over his name on your phone.

“sorry, i just need to see you.”

the words feel heavy, desperate—like a quiet confession of how much you’re still tangled up in him.

you know it’s reckless. you know it might only open wounds that haven’t healed.

but part of you hopes he still cares. hopes he’s lying about moving on.

because even if he did all the damage, even if he was the one who broke everything, you still crave his presence like air.

you put your phone down, heart pounding. the silence of your room feels suffocating, like it’s swallowing the pieces of you he left behind.

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my baby carriage- m.l

tags: smut, slow sex, emotional intimacy, breeding kink (in a soft, emotional way), protected sex, fluff, soft dom!mark, mother’s day undertones, established relationship, a bit of angst, aftercare-heavy

pairing: mark lee x f!reader

synopsis: on a quiet mother’s day, mark finds himself thinking about what kind of future he wants—with you.

it was just past midnight when mark came home, hoodie damp from the drizzle outside and hair slightly curled at the edges. he looked exhausted—eyes low, voice quiet—but when he saw you sitting on the couch wrapped in his old college crewneck, something in his chest relaxed.

“you waited up,” he murmured, kicking his shoes off.

“yeah,” you said softly, opening your arms for him.

he didn’t hesitate—just walked over and folded into you, head dropping to your shoulder. the weight of the day fell off both your backs in silence. his breathing slowed, and your fingers ran through his hair, gently detangling the tension.

“how was it?” you whispered.

he didn’t answer at first, just let out a slow sigh. you didn’t push. he never talked much about mother’s day, especially not since she passed, but you always made sure he didn’t have to be alone.

“just missed you,” he finally mumbled, pressing a soft kiss to your collarbone. “missed this.”

you kissed the top of his head. “i’m right here.”

his lips ghosted up your neck, warmer now, lingering in a way that felt less like comfort and more like want. his hands started to move too—slow at first, like he was asking permission.

you nodded against him. “it’s okay.”

mark kissed you then, deep and aching, like he needed to feel everything at once. and maybe he did. maybe he needed to lose himself in you tonight—to remember what it was like to love and be loved this way.

“you look so fuckin’ good,” he muttered, sliding his hands under your hoodie, fingers tracing your hips. “been thinking about you all day.”

you gasped as he eased you onto your back, your legs parting instinctively to welcome him between them. his eyes dragged down your body slowly, hungrily, and something shifted in his expression—soft but possessive, like he wanted to stake a claim.

“you don’t even know what you do to me,” he breathed, tugging your shorts down your legs. “you’re so warm. so soft. made for me.”

you helped him out of his sweats, hands trembling slightly as he tore open the drawer beside the couch to grab a condom.

“mark—” you started, but he was already rolling it on with practiced ease, leaning in to kiss you again, slower this time. reverent.

“don’t worry, baby,” he whispered against your mouth, voice raspier now, “not tonight. but fuck—someday. someday i want to feel you for real. want to fill you up. want it to take.”

your body arched under him, breath catching at his words.

“wanna fuck a baby into you so bad sometimes,” he admitted, moving his hips against yours, still slow, still teasing. “i think about it too much. imagine you all swollen. full of me.”

“mark,” you whined, a flush crawling up your chest, but your hands were already pulling him closer.

“i know, i know,” he said, kissing the corner of your lips, then your jaw, then your neck, “we’re not ready yet. i wouldn’t do it for real. but you let me think about it, right?”

you nodded, legs wrapping around his waist. “i do.”

he slid in with a low moan, the stretch burning just right, and you gasped, hands clutching at his back as your bodies finally connected.

“fuck,” he groaned, pushing all the way in. “so perfect. every time.”

his thrusts were slow but deep, hips rolling into you with purpose. it wasn’t rushed. it wasn’t wild. it was intentional—like he needed every inch of you to feel how serious he was.

“gonna be such a good mom someday,” he whispered, eyes locked on yours. “gonna carry our baby so well. i can see it.”

you blinked up at him, your chest tightening around the tenderness of it all. “you really think so?”

he kissed you hard then, one hand cupping your jaw, the other anchoring your hip as he thrust deeper. “i know so.”

your body reacted before you could stop it—walls clenching around him as your back arched, pleasure sparking through your veins.

“that’s it, baby,” mark panted, his pace starting to falter, “you like hearing that, huh? like when i tell you how i want to knock you up. how i want everyone to know you’re mine.”

“yes,” you whispered, tears brimming in your eyes, overwhelmed by the intensity of it all.

he kissed your tears away as you came, coaxing you through it with gentle words and firm hands.

“so good for me. always so good.”

you felt him spill into the condom a moment later, his body shuddering above yours. he held you close as you both came down, breath tangled with yours, hands brushing over your waist like he couldn’t stop touching you.

afterwards, he cleaned you up quietly, carefully, and tucked both of you beneath a throw blanket on the couch. your head rested on his chest, his fingers stroking your back in slow circles.

“happy mother’s day,” he whispered.

you smiled, tired and warm. “you’re early.”

“just manifesting.”

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my baby carriage- m.l

tags: smut, slow sex, emotional intimacy, breeding kink (in a soft, emotional way), protected sex, fluff, soft dom!mark, mother’s day undertones, established relationship, a bit of angst, aftercare-heavy

pairing: mark lee x f!reader

synopsis: on a quiet mother’s day, mark finds himself thinking about what kind of future he wants—with you.

it was just past midnight when mark came home, hoodie damp from the drizzle outside and hair slightly curled at the edges. he looked exhausted—eyes low, voice quiet—but when he saw you sitting on the couch wrapped in his old college crewneck, something in his chest relaxed.

“you waited up,” he murmured, kicking his shoes off.

“yeah,” you said softly, opening your arms for him.

he didn’t hesitate—just walked over and folded into you, head dropping to your shoulder. the weight of the day fell off both your backs in silence. his breathing slowed, and your fingers ran through his hair, gently detangling the tension.

“how was it?” you whispered.

he didn’t answer at first, just let out a slow sigh. you didn’t push. he never talked much about mother’s day, especially not since she passed, but you always made sure he didn’t have to be alone.

“just missed you,” he finally mumbled, pressing a soft kiss to your collarbone. “missed this.”

you kissed the top of his head. “i’m right here.”

his lips ghosted up your neck, warmer now, lingering in a way that felt less like comfort and more like want. his hands started to move too—slow at first, like he was asking permission.

you nodded against him. “it’s okay.”

mark kissed you then, deep and aching, like he needed to feel everything at once. and maybe he did. maybe he needed to lose himself in you tonight—to remember what it was like to love and be loved this way.

“you look so fuckin’ good,” he muttered, sliding his hands under your hoodie, fingers tracing your hips. “been thinking about you all day.”

you gasped as he eased you onto your back, your legs parting instinctively to welcome him between them. his eyes dragged down your body slowly, hungrily, and something shifted in his expression—soft but possessive, like he wanted to stake a claim.

“you don’t even know what you do to me,” he breathed, tugging your shorts down your legs. “you’re so warm. so soft. made for me.”

you helped him out of his sweats, hands trembling slightly as he tore open the drawer beside the couch to grab a condom.

“mark—” you started, but he was already rolling it on with practiced ease, leaning in to kiss you again, slower this time. reverent.

“don’t worry, baby,” he whispered against your mouth, voice raspier now, “not tonight. but fuck—someday. someday i want to feel you for real. want to fill you up. want it to take.”

your body arched under him, breath catching at his words.

“wanna fuck a baby into you so bad sometimes,” he admitted, moving his hips against yours, still slow, still teasing. “i think about it too much. imagine you all swollen. full of me.”

“mark,” you whined, a flush crawling up your chest, but your hands were already pulling him closer.

“i know, i know,” he said, kissing the corner of your lips, then your jaw, then your neck, “we’re not ready yet. i wouldn’t do it for real. but you let me think about it, right?”

you nodded, legs wrapping around his waist. “i do.”

he slid in with a low moan, the stretch burning just right, and you gasped, hands clutching at his back as your bodies finally connected.

“fuck,” he groaned, pushing all the way in. “so perfect. every time.”

his thrusts were slow but deep, hips rolling into you with purpose. it wasn’t rushed. it wasn’t wild. it was intentional—like he needed every inch of you to feel how serious he was.

“gonna be such a good mom someday,” he whispered, eyes locked on yours. “gonna carry our baby so well. i can see it.”

you blinked up at him, your chest tightening around the tenderness of it all. “you really think so?”

he kissed you hard then, one hand cupping your jaw, the other anchoring your hip as he thrust deeper. “i know so.”

your body reacted before you could stop it—walls clenching around him as your back arched, pleasure sparking through your veins.

“that’s it, baby,” mark panted, his pace starting to falter, “you like hearing that, huh? like when i tell you how i want to knock you up. how i want everyone to know you’re mine.”

“yes,” you whispered, tears brimming in your eyes, overwhelmed by the intensity of it all.

he kissed your tears away as you came, coaxing you through it with gentle words and firm hands.

“so good for me. always so good.”

you felt him spill into the condom a moment later, his body shuddering above yours. he held you close as you both came down, breath tangled with yours, hands brushing over your waist like he couldn’t stop touching you.

afterwards, he cleaned you up quietly, carefully, and tucked both of you beneath a throw blanket on the couch. your head rested on his chest, his fingers stroking your back in slow circles.

“happy mother’s day,” he whispered.

you smiled, tired and warm. “you’re early.”

“just manifesting.”

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bro.. i’ve been glazing tf out of your “make it to the morning” mark drabble and i NEED you to do more immediately ☹️☹️ yuta or ten next and i will genuinely get on my knees for u thank u 🫶🫶🫶

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tired yet?- t.l drabble

it was 4:55 a.m.—1 hour and 4 minutes before you had to be up for work. but sleep just wasn’t happening. you tossed, turned, flipped your pillow, then turned again. nothing helped.

after a while, ten let out a quiet groan beside you. “you can’t sleep? you’re so fidgety,” he mumbled, voice rough with sleep.

“i don’t know,” you whispered. “it’s too hot… but then too cold. the air feels stuffy and i can’t find a comfortable position.”

he hummed, eyes still closed, a lazy smile forming. “i can help,” he said, voice a little lower now—and suddenly, he sat up, pulling off his shirt and slipping out of his sweats in one smooth motion.

you blinked at him, brows raising. “how exactly is that supposed to help?”

he leaned in closer, his hand brushing your hip beneath the blanket. “sometimes you just need a distraction.”

you felt a warmth bloom beneath your skin. “right… a distraction.”

he grinned, voice soft but unmistakably teasing. “a really good one.”

you didn’t argue. not when his fingers were already tracing slow, calming circles on your thigh.

his lips trailed lower, slow and purposeful, brushing against the sensitive skin just above your waistband. you let out a soft breath, fingers curling in the sheets.

“you’re so warm,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your hip. “been thinking about this all night.”

he eased your underwear down with care, his fingers grazing your thighs as he did. the moment was slow—intentional—not rushed or frantic. he looked up at you, gaze soft but heavy with want.

“still okay?” he asked, voice hushed.

you nodded, breath shallow. “yeah.”

“good,” he smiled, leaning in. “i wanna make you feel good, baby.”

his mouth met your skin again, and soon enough, he was tasting you—slow, patient, like he wanted to memorize every reaction, every soft sound he coaxed from you. he hummed against you, holding your thighs open with steady hands as his tongue moved with practiced rhythm, never too much, never too little.

your fingers found his hair, tugging lightly, and he groaned against you at the contact.

“feels good?” he asked, voice lower now, chin glistening as he looked up.

“mmhm,” you breathed. “so good.”

he kissed up your body again, dragging himself over you until his mouth met yours. he kissed you deeply, letting you taste yourself on his lips.

“you ready for me?” he asked, already reaching for protection from the drawer beside the bed.

you nodded, pulling him closer. “yeah, please.”

he smiled, pressing a kiss to your cheek as he slid the condom on. then he lined himself up, the tip just barely pressing at your entrance.

“deep breath, baby.”

he pushed in slowly, groaning as you stretched around him. he was gentle but firm, one hand on your waist, the other brushing your hair back as he bottomed out.

“fuck,” he whispered, “you feel so perfect.”

you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, legs around his waist, needing him close. the rhythm he set was slow and deep—each roll of his hips purposeful, like he didn’t want the moment to end too fast.

“you’re takin’ me so well,” he breathed, lips brushing your ear. “my pretty girl. always so good for me.”

your name left his lips like a prayer, his pace growing just a little more intense, his breathing ragged.

“gonna fill you up,” he murmured, lost in the way your body held him. “even if it’s not real—feels like you’re made for it.”

your eyes fluttered shut, overwhelmed in the best way, toes curling as his praise poured over you like warm honey.

“i’ve got you,” he whispered, hips stuttering slightly. “let go for me.”

he suddenly picked up his pace, hips snapping into yours with more urgency, more need. the bed creaked softly beneath you, his breath fanning hot against your cheek. your body jolted with each thrust, but your mind was floating—half-asleep, fully overwhelmed. the pleasure was thick and dreamy, dragging you under like warm waves.

you moaned in your head, too tired to make a sound, but he felt it. the way your body clenched around him, the way your legs tightened just slightly. he leaned down, his forehead pressing against yours.

“still with me?” he whispered, voice hoarse and dripping with restraint.

you nodded, barely. your body said yes even if your voice couldn’t.

“good girl,” he breathed, groaning low. “you feel unreal. fuck—so warm, so soft.”

his thrusts grew deeper, rougher—but still careful, still anchored in how much he wanted to make you feel good. his hand found yours beneath the sheets, fingers weaving together.

“gonna let me give you everything?” he murmured. “wanna fill you so bad, baby… even if it’s not real, even if it’s just pretend—feels like you’re mine like this.”

your back arched faintly, your breath caught. you couldn’t speak, but he read every small response, every flutter of your lashes and twitch of your hips.

“i know,” he whispered, hips stuttering. “i know, baby. just hold on.”

his movements slowed, hips pressing into you with one final, drawn-out thrust as he groaned low into your neck. his body trembled slightly, forehead resting against your shoulder while his breath came out in soft, uneven pants.

“damn…” he mumbled, voice barely above a whisper. “you’re… perfect.”

you didn’t answer, not because you didn’t want to—but because your body was completely spent, your chest rising and falling in steady, sleepy breaths. your hand was still laced with his, but your grip had loosened, fingers limp in his hold.

Ten kissed your shoulder, then your cheek, pulling out slowly and carefully, wincing a little when he noticed the way you flinched from the sensitivity. “sorry,” he whispered, even though you were already halfway asleep.

he cleaned you up gently, taking his time, being extra careful not to wake you too much. every so often, your body would twitch, reacting to his touch in your sleep, but you stayed under—exhausted, blissed out, safe.

by the time he slipped back under the covers, you were tucked into your side, already halfway snoring. he smiled to himself, brushing the hair from your face, his chest warm at the sight of you.

“sweet dreams,” he murmured, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you into him. “i’ve got you.”

you barely stirred, only curling in closer, breathing syncing with his.

and with that, he closed his eyes too—content, protective, and completely in love.

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backstage loving— n.jm drabble

⋆ tags: ⊹₊ ⋆ smut, backstage quickie, rough sex, unprotected (wrap it before u tap it!), biting & marking, light breeding kink, hair pulling, dom!jaemin, stress relief, tension-fueled, possessive energy, messy & desperate, idol!jaemin, established relationship

⊹₊ ⋆ pairing: idol!jaemin x reader

⊹₊ ⋆ synopsis: he’s been quiet all day, jaw tight and eyes stormy. the pressure, the cameras, the chaos backstage—it’s all too much. so when he pulls you into a storage room, locking the door behind you, you don’t ask questions. you just let him take what he needs.

🎧: body- summer walker

he didn’t say much when he grabbed your wrist—just shot you a look. one of those low-lidded, jaw-clenched, ‘don’t ask’ kinds of looks that made your stomach twist. his hand was warm, a little clammy, as it wrapped around yours and led you quickly through the winding backstage corridors. dancers passed, staff shouted in passing, but none of it reached you. not really. not when his grip tightened every few steps like he was trying to hold himself back.

when he finally shoved open the supply room door and pulled you in, he didn’t pounce. not right away. he just stood there with his back to you, breathing hard. tension poured off him in waves, visible in the way his shoulders rose and fell, in the way his hand dragged down his face like he couldn’t decide whether to scream or kiss you.

“everything alright?” you asked quietly, even though you already knew the answer.

his head dropped. then he turned, eyes sweeping over you like it physically hurt him to wait. “no,” he said, voice hoarse. “but it will be.”

you opened your mouth to ask what he meant, but he was already on you—walking forward until your back hit the door, his hands planted on either side of your head.

“you always calm me down,” he breathed, nose brushing yours. “you don’t even try. just… need to feel you right now.”

his voice cracked a little on “need,” and that’s when it clicked—this wasn’t just stress. it was desperation.

he didn’t wait for an answer.

his mouth was on yours before you could speak, all tongue and teeth, like he’d been starving for days. your gasp got swallowed by the kiss, hands flying to his shoulders as he pressed you harder into the door—like he needed you caged in, needed you still so he wouldn’t fall apart.

“mine,” he growled against your lips, one hand fisting in your hair to tilt your head back. “don’t care who’s outside. they can wait.”

you barely had time to breathe before his mouth moved to your neck, biting down just hard enough to make you whimper. he groaned at the sound, hips grinding into yours like he couldn’t help it. you could feel how hard he was already, pressed tight against your core through too many layers.

“you feel that?” he muttered, teeth grazing the spot he’d just marked. “been hard for hours. all i could think about was this. you.”

his fingers found the waistband of your pants, tugging with impatience, eyes narrowing when they didn’t come off fast enough.

“off,” he snapped, backing up just enough to strip you himself when your hands fumbled. “now. don’t make me ask again.”

his tone sent heat straight to your stomach, thighs clenching without you meaning to. he noticed. of course he noticed.

“fuck—so needy,” he hissed, palming between your legs once your pants hit the floor. “already wet? did you know i was gonna fuck you like this?”

you didn’t get the chance to answer. he leaned in fast, sinking his teeth into the side of your neck—not enough to break skin, but enough to make you gasp and arch against him. he held the bite, groaning as your hands grabbed at his shirt, your hips grinding into his thigh for friction.

he pulled back slowly, tongue dragging over the spot like an apology. but then his mouth found your collarbone, and he bit again—harder.

“gonna mark you everywhere,” he rasped, lips dragging across your skin like he couldn’t stop. “wanna see them after. want you sore when you walk out of here.”

your head lolled back against the door with a soft whimper, thighs already shaking, but he wasn’t done.

he kissed down your chest, biting just above the swell of your breast, then lower, hand curling under your thigh to hitch your leg around his waist.

“jaemin—there’s people—” your voice trembled as you tried to ground yourself, your back still pinned to the door, nails digging into his biceps.

he yanked your hair, not enough to hurt, but just enough to make your head tilt up, exposing your throat to him again. his lips brushed the skin right below your jaw, voice dark and unforgiving.

“i don’t care,” he growled, biting down until you gasped. “those fuckers deserve to be disturbed.”

you felt his grip tighten on your thigh, the edge of the utility shelf digging into your back as he shoved you higher. his hips rolled into yours, slow but deliberate, and the friction made your breath hitch.

“you know how much shit i’ve had on my plate this week?” he spat, voice tight and full of grit. “the meetings, the cameras, the rehearsals—i’m always on. always holding it together.”

his mouth ghosted over your lips, and he sighed, like letting himself break down right here was the only peace he could get.

“never enough time for myself,” he muttered. “except when i’m inside you.”

he was already buried inside you, hips grinding deep as he pressed your back into the wall, making you take every inch. the room was hot, his breath hotter against your skin as he rutted into you like he couldn’t get close enough.

“fuck—you feel that?” he grunted, one hand gripping your thigh tighter, the other sliding down to your stomach. he pressed there, just above where he was stretching you open. “right there. that’s how deep i am.”

you whined, breath catching, nails clawing at his shoulders.

“gonna fill you up, baby,” he muttered, thrusts getting rougher now, desperate. “just like this—stuff you so full you leak me for hours.”

his voice dropped lower, almost a growl.

“you’ll still feel me when you walk out of here. still dripping,” he bit at your jaw, “and you’ll know exactly who did that to you.”

“gonna walk around here left pregnant with my baby, hm?” he whispered, breath ragged as he slammed into you again, like the idea of it was driving him insane. “let them all see you glowing—stuffed full and ruined just for me.”

you gasped, barely able to respond, your body trembling under the weight of him, under the filth in his voice. he kissed you then—hard, messy, like he couldn’t hold back any longer—then dragged his lips down to your throat, biting and sucking until he’d marked you up again.

“you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he growled against your skin. “being mine like that. completely. no hiding it anymore.”

his pace got sloppier, more desperate, every thrust laced with the need to claim, to possess—to leave a part of himself inside you that no one else could ever touch.

he whispered, his voice rough but softer now. “didn’t mean to… i just couldn’t stop.”

you couldn’t help but smile faintly, even though your body was sore, still buzzing from the intensity. “i’m okay,” you mumbled, your fingers trailing down his arm, the comfort of his skin soothing you.

he chuckled, though it was tired, his lips brushing your temple. “yeah? you sure?” he murmured, pressing his forehead to yours, a gentle exhale slipping from his lips. “i wasn’t trying to hurt you.”

you nodded, your hands reaching up to gently tug at his hair, calming him down in the way only you knew how. “just tired,” you muttered, your eyes fluttering closed, your body aching but satisfied.

he pulled you closer, your head resting on his chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat grounding you both. “i got you,” he whispered, his voice soft and reassuring, like he was still holding you together, even in this quiet moment. “rest now. you’re safe with me.”

you let yourself drift, the weight of his presence making you feel warm and cared for, like the world outside didn’t matter. all that mattered was this moment, with him.

but you heard a voice outside the dressing supply room. “na jaemin! manager needs you on stage now, what are you doing??!”

jaemin stiffened, his hand instantly dropping from your body as he looked toward the door, eyes wide for a split second before he groaned, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “fuck,” he muttered, “perfect timing.”

he pushed himself off you reluctantly, rolling his shoulders as he stood up, adjusting his clothes in a rushed, almost irritated manner. you sat up, watching him, still reeling from the aftermath of what had just happened. his usual cocky energy had dropped a few levels, replaced by that almost too-human exhaustion, his sharp features softened for once.

“you’re lucky,” he grinned, though it wasn’t quite the same. “you don’t know how badly i wanted to finish what we started,” he said, voice low, a little teasing, despite the situation. he leaned down, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before grabbing his jacket. “but duty calls. i’ll make it up to you later.”

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make it to the morning — m.l drabble

⊹₊ ⋆ tags: ⊹₊ ⋆: smut, lazy morning sex, soft dom!mark, praise kink, needy!reader, sleepy sex, barely awake mark, cozy toronto apartment, fwb? maybe more?, somnophilia ( consensual), clingy!mark, gentle touches

⋆ pairing: (soft)dom!mark x reader ⊹₊ ⋆

⊹₊sypnosis: you didn’t mean to wake him—not really. but the way mark shifts beneath you, low voice raspy and eyes half-lidded, makes it clear he’s not letting it slide. sleepy but in control, he takes his time reminding you exactly who’s in charge, dragging out every second like he knows just how desperate you are for him. and god, you are.

🎧: make it to the morning— partynextdoor

the window’s cracked open, and toronto’s calm, like everything’s been slowed down just for you and mark.

you’re lying on his chest, listening to the hum of the city outside. it’s still late, quiet, but you can feel his body beneath yours—warm and steady.

he’s breathing slow, heavy with sleep, one arm draped around you lazily. his heartbeat is soft against your cheek, grounding you in the moment.

you shift a little, testing the waters. your hand brushes against his chest—light, just a caress at first. he doesn’t stir, so you move your fingers down, tracing over his skin. slow, delicate.

then your hand slips lower, and that’s when his breathing changes. his body responds even though his eyes stay closed, his grip on you tightening just a little.

you pause, still, waiting. just breathing in the rhythm of his chest.

“don’t wake up,” you whisper, teasing him, though you know he’s half-aware.

but then, you slip your hand past the waistband of his boxers. and that’s when you feel him stir. slowly. he lets out a soft, low groan, the kind that you feel more than hear.

his arm tightens around you again, pulling you in closer, not aggressively, but with gentle authority. you feel his thumb brushing over your skin, a silent command.

“stay still,” he murmurs, his voice hushed but firm. it’s different from usual, slow, controlled, like he’s savoring the moment just as much as you are. he shifts a little, hand moving to your neck, fingers brushing lightly.

you shiver.

you keep your movements slow, but his body responds more urgently now, the tension building in his muscles. mark’s hand slides over your side, urging you just enough to make you shift in the way he wants. gentle but firm.

he guides your touch, not rushing, but always present—his presence a soft, steady command. you stroke him, and he exhales a breathy, “good.”

his hips move slightly, pressing up into your hand. you continue at his pace, and the way he reacts tells you he’s not entirely asleep, though he’s playing along.

his voice is quiet now, rougher. “don’t stop. keep going.”

you obey, letting your hand move rhythmically, his chest rising and falling with each breath.

there’s a sense of control, but not in a harsh way. mark is still calm, guiding you, watching every move you make, as if he’s trying to make sure you’re just as lost in the moment as he is. it’s intoxicating, his slow dominance, like he knows exactly what you need before you do.

he gasps under his breath, “fuck… just like that.”

his hand comes to rest on your waist, guiding you just a bit closer. he’s completely aware of the effect he has on you. there’s no rush, no force. just pure, gentle control.

you feel his body tighten as he gets closer, his grip on you tightening too, but still gentle. still guiding. “keep going,” he breathes again, softer now, like it’s just for you.

and when he finally breaks, it’s not sudden—more like the slow release of a dam, his hips jerking against your hand, his breath catching as he finishes. you stay with him, holding the pace, giving him that last bit of control until he’s completely spent.

he exhales, still breathing heavily as he pulls you back against him, his hand soothing your hair, rubbing gentle circles on your back.

“good girl,” he murmurs, voice rough and sleepy. he presses a kiss into your hair. “now you can sleep.”

you snuggle into him, his warmth surrounding you, and the world outside falls back into the quiet hum of the night.

it was 4am when you felt the faintest shudder by your thighs—soft, warm breath, and the gentle brush of fingers that made your skin prickle.

it was mark. again.

“y/n,” he murmured, voice low and gravelly with sleep, laced with a kind of quiet desperation. “i need you.”

he wasn’t exactly hard from sleep. no—not quite morning wood. more like midnight want. a need that lingered, slow and aching, built from hours of pretending he could sleep it off.

he didn’t mean to wake you. didn’t mean to tire you again.

but god, the way your skin felt under his hands—he couldn’t help it.

“let’s make it to the morning,” he whispered against your shoulder, kisses featherlight. “for me? yeah?”

you were already melting into the sheets when he tugged your shorts down—again—his hands slow, almost apologetic.

you groaned, not really in the mood anymore but you complied. “just don’t wake me up.” He took it as a green light. “gonna make you feel so good” he kissed your forehead. “goodnight baby”

he let out a quiet moan the second his fingers brushed against you—wet, warm, and waiting.

“shit…” he breathed, more to himself than you, eyes fluttering shut for a second as he pushed his sweats down in one slow motion.

you barely had time to react before he was sliding in—easily, deeply, like your body had been waiting for him even in sleep. a low groan escaped your lips, broken and tired, your hand blindly reaching to grip the sheets.

“mark…” you murmured, voice raspy, “im trying to sleep…”

he kissed your shoulder in apology, whispering against your skin, “i know, baby… just need you a little. won’t be rough. promise.”

his hips stayed gentle, rocking into you slow enough to lull you back into that hazy space between dreams and heat.

his arm slid around your waist, pulling you closer, chest flush against your back. the room was quiet aside from the soft rustle of sheets and the shallow breaths between you.

“you feel so good,” he whispered, almost like he was talking in his sleep. “so fucking good for me.”

you could barely keep your eyes open, but the stretch of him, the slow drag of his hips—it made your body respond before your brain could. your thighs squeezed together, instinctively trying to take more of him. he groaned at that, burying his face into the crook of your neck.

“still so tight… even after earlier,” he muttered, almost in disbelief.

you hummed, too far gone to speak, letting him use your body the way only he could—soft, slow, worshipful. his hand slid over your stomach, thumb brushing lazy circles over your skin while his hips kept that same patient rhythm.

he didn’t need to go faster. he didn’t need more.

he just needed you.

“you’re perfect like this,” he mumbled, kisses trailing down your shoulder. “letting me in… letting me have you like this.”

you weren’t fully awake—just drifting, somewhere between dreams and the pull of his touch.

your body responded before your mind caught up. the slow thrusts, the warmth of his chest against your back, the familiar weight of him inside you—it was grounding, comforting, and impossibly intimate.

he moved like he didn’t want to wake you completely, hips slow and steady, as if memorizing the way you felt around him.

his lips brushed your shoulder. “you always let me in like this,” he murmured, breath shaky. “even when you’re asleep… fuck.”

you stirred just a little, a soft sound leaving your throat—half sigh, half moan. your body clenched around him, sensitive and ready, like it remembered him even in sleep.

that was all it took.

he groaned into your skin, letting go with a quiet, choked moan, pressing his forehead to your shoulder as he came inside you. his body trembled faintly, hips stuttering before going still.

silence followed—warm and full.

he didn’t pull out right away. just held you close, fingers brushing your side, whispering a quiet, “thank you, baby. i love you so much.”

he stayed like that until your breathing slowed again, soft and steady. then he kissed the top of your spine, reached for a tissue to clean you gently, and tucked the blanket back around you both.

“goodnight. for real this time.”

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mark lee

zhong chenle

park jisung

na jaemin

jeno lee

renjun

donghyuck

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⊹₊ ⋆ feel me? -l.jn drabble

⊹₊ ⋆ tags: dom!jeno, size kink, semi talking through it, stomach bulge (first time writing for nct.. and full smut so pls forgive me if its weird lol)

⊹₊ ⋆ pairing: (soft)dom!jeno x reader ⊹₊ ⋆

⊹₊ ⋆ ▸ synopsis: you didn’t mean to let things go that far—but with jeno between your legs, looking at you like he’s been waiting for this forever, it’s kind of hard to say no. you said you needed a minute. he said he’d go slow. you should’ve known that meant you’d be ruined by the end of it. ⊹₊ ⋆

you’re not even sure when it started—when the air between you two shifted, when the teasing glances started to linger, when the playful touches started feeling heavier. maybe it was hours ago, maybe days. but now, it’s quiet. too quiet. just the sound of your breathing and the way the sheets rustle beneath you.

jeno’s kneeling between your legs, shirtless, eyes dark and locked on yours like he’s waiting for permission he doesn’t really need. you’re already too far gone to pretend you don’t want this.

his fingers trail along your thigh, slow and steady, like he’s memorizing every inch of you. it makes you shiver—makes you squirm a little under his gaze.

“nervous?” he asks, voice low, but there’s a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“a little,” you admit, barely above a whisper.

his thumb brushes over your hip, gentle. “we don’t have to do anything.”

“i want to,” you say, too quickly, too eagerly. then quieter, “i just… haven’t in a while.”

jeno leans down, kissing the inside of your thigh, then the space just above your hip. “then we’ll take it slow.”

you nod, heart pounding, and let yourself relax under his touch. he takes his time—kisses up your stomach, pulls your shirt over your head, works his way back down again with a patience that makes your head spin. by the time he slips his fingers between your legs, you’re already soaked, breath catching as he presses against you.

“fuck,” he mutters, eyes flicking up. “already this wet for me?”

you let out a soft whimper, back arching just slightly as he dips a finger in. he’s careful, watching your face the entire time. then he adds another, curling them just right, making your legs shake.

“feels good?” he asks, already knowing the answer.

you nod quickly, trying to bite back another sound. he smirks, leaning down to kiss you again—deeper this time, messier, until you’re gasping into his mouth and grinding down on his hand without even realizing.

“you’re ready,” he says after a moment, voice husky now, rough around the edges. “can i?”

you hesitate, glancing down between you. he’s hard, straining against his boxers, and the size of him makes your stomach twist in the best way and worst way at once.

“you’re… really big,” you say, voice small.

he laughs under his breath, like he’s heard that before. “i’ll go slow.”

you nod, already holding your breath when he finally slides his boxers down. the sight alone makes your mouth go dry. you try not to let your nerves show, but jeno catches it—leans down again to press a soft kiss to your cheek.

“we’ll stop if you need to, okay?” he says, all softness for a moment. “just tell me.”

“okay,” you whisper.

you feel him nudge at your entrance, thick and heavy, and your body tenses automatically. he slows down, one hand brushing your hair off your face while the other steadies your hips.

“relax,” he says, almost in a whisper. “breathe for me.”

you do. slowly.

he pushes in—just the tip—and already, it’s a stretch. your nails dig into his shoulders, and your lips part in a gasp.

“shit,” you breathe out, eyes fluttering shut.

jeno pauses there, giving you a second. then he leans down and kisses you again, soft and reassuring. “you’re doing so good. taking me so well.”

you let out a shaky moan at the praise, and he takes that as his cue to move again—just a little more, inch by inch, slow and steady. it feels like too much and not enough at the same time, your body clenching around him without meaning to.

“fuck—baby,” he groans, jaw tight. “you’re so tight. feels so fucking good.”

you can feel the way he’s holding back, muscles tense, every part of him trying to keep it together. it only turns you on more.

“almost there,” he mutters. “just a little more. you got it.”

when he bottoms out, you gasp—half in shock, half in pleasure—and he freezes, watching you closely.

“okay?” he asks.

you nod, barely able to speak. “yeah… yeah, just—full.”

he grins, clearly trying not to move too fast. “that’s kinda the point.”

you roll your eyes weakly, but it turns into a moan when he pulls out slightly and pushes back in, slow and deep.

“jeno—fuck—”

he groans again, and you swear it vibrates straight through you.

“you feel that?” he murmurs, reaching down to press a hand to your stomach. his thumb rests lightly just below your bellybutton. “i’m right here.”

your eyes go wide, heat rushing to your cheeks.

“you can feel me inside you,” he says, a little breathless now, like the visual is getting to him just as much as it is to you. “fuck, that’s so hot.”

your body’s already trembling, overwhelmed, every nerve lit up. he doesn’t speed up, just keeps that same deep, controlled pace that makes your toes curl. his dirty words pour out in a low whisper—constant, praising, teasing.

“you’re taking it so well, baby. thought you said it was too much?”

you gasp out a moan, unable to form a proper response, and he smiles against your skin.

“that’s what i thought.”

he starts to move a little faster now, the rhythm still slow but more intentional, each thrust knocking the air out of your lungs. you’re clinging to him, nails dragging across his back, thighs shaking as the tension builds.

“jeno—please,” you whisper, not even sure what you’re asking for.

“please what?” he mutters, kissing your jaw. “tell me what you want.”

“don’t stop,” you say, breathless. “please don’t stop.”

his eyes flutter shut for a second, like he’s trying to hold on. “not gonna stop. not until you’re falling apart for me.”

you’re already there. his name falls from your lips like a prayer, over and over, the room spinning around you. and when he reaches down to rub slow circles over your clit, you break—loud, desperate, falling over the edge with your whole body trembling beneath him.

jeno doesn’t stop. he fucks you through it, gritting his teeth as you tighten around him, and a few more deep thrusts later, he spills inside you with a low, guttural moan, head buried in your neck.

you both stay still for a moment, breathing heavy, skin slick and flushed. his hand never leaves your waist, thumb rubbing slow circles into your side.

“you okay?” he murmurs, voice hoarse.

you nod, smiling against his shoulder. “more than okay.”

he kisses your cheek, then your collarbone, then wherever his lips can reach.

“told you,” he whispers. “you could take it.”

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