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justwritedreams · 1 year

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hi sorry to bother you. but I saw your requests were open and wanted to ask if you could possibly do an nct dream scenario where they like it when their gf scratches their back, whether it’s in a comforting way it relieving an itch? The concept is meant to be fluffy, if that helps too ^^

Hellooo, honey, it's ok 💚 you don't bother me! Also I loved this one soo much 🥺🥰 Here we go.

Author: Maari

Warnings: some swearing, Jeno's a bit suggestive because it's Jeno, some mistakes because I wrote it on my phone.

NCT DREAM WHEN THEIR GF SCRATCHES THEIR BACK

MARK

Mark is strumming the guitar while you're on your phone, both of you sitting on the couch enjoying the instrument's smooth melody.

Contrary to what he usually wears when he's practicing, Mark is now wearing a hoodie and started to feel an itch on his back that he started to ignore while his fingers got lost between the strings of the guitar.

But what he thought was going to be fleeting, started to be very irritating and annoying. To the point where he tried to take his elbow to make the sensation go away, which didn't work.

So you looked up quickly to your boyfriend for 2 seconds when hearing the sound of the guitar cease, you saw him lift the guitar above his head and rub it against his back.

In a desperate way that didn't seem to be doing much good.

"Do you want help?" you asked laughing, watching him struggle to reach where it itched.

"Yes, please, for God's sake."

Mark abandoned the guitar on the floor as you dropped your phone onto the sofa and knelt to reach his back, Mark lifted his sweatshirt up enough for you to scratch exactly the most irritating spot and you laughed when he let out a sound of relief.

"Oh yeah, baby, right there." he spoke, throwing his head back as your nails dragged across his skin.

"You know, it's funny to hear that from you."

Mark turned so quickly that you didn't even remove your hand from his back, his face in pure shock.

You two then started laughing together, Mark even forgot about the itch and kissed your cheek.

"You're so cute."

RENJUN

You wanted to surprise Renjun, you knew it was his day off so you snuck open the bedroom door with a giant smile that turned into confusion as you watched him struggle to scratch the middle of his back with the pencil he was holding.

Of course it didn't work, the pencil didn't even reach the point where it itched and Renjun let out sounds that showed his irritation.

So you took the opportunity to approach and scratch his back, Renjun jumped out of his chair and turned to face you with a small but simple smile.

You scratched his back until Renjun let his head fall back with his eyes closed, your hand that until then relieved the itch went up his back and went to his hair, you brought your face close to his and placed a quick and soft kiss on his lips.

Renjun opened his eyes that seemed to smile on their own with the act.

"Well, hello to you too."

JENO

You and Jeno were making out, fast and intense. The way it always happened when you didn't see each other after so long, it was like you needed to make up for lost time.

He was making an effort not to let his weight fall on top of your body and end up crushing you, as your hands began to enter under the shirt he was wearing.

And when his teeth caught your bottom lip, you scratched his back but what came after was very different from what you wanted.

Jeno pulled away, his breath heavy against your face and a sound of satisfaction escaped his lips but it wasn't the kind of satisfaction you were used to.

"Do it again." he asked breathlessly.

"Huh?" you asked, opening your eyes to stare at him in confusion.

"Scratch my back." he asked gently.

Quite different from how he was acting seconds ago.

You nodded your head still confused and scratched his back.

"Further down." you did and he grinned. "Oh yeah!"

You scratched his back for a few more seconds and he opened his eyes, looking grateful.

"It's been itchy for a while."

You frowned.

"And why didn't you stop to scratch?"

Jeno laughed, lying down next to you and buried his face in your neck.

"I was pretty busy."

You didn't even have to see his face to know he was pouting.

HAECHAN

"No, Jisung, it's not there, you idiot!" Haechan was talking into the computer while his fingers practically flew against the keyboard.

You just laughed, moving the comforter off the bed to finally lie down. All you wanted to do was crash into bed after a long shower while your boyfriend wasted hours in that game with his friends.

"I said- oh shit, wait." Haechan started to shift in his chair and you chuckled before laying down on the bed, already bent over to do so.

"Why are you dancing?"

"Baby, help me." you rolled your eyes theatrically upon hearing Haechan's pleading voice.

"What?"

"Scratch my back, pretty please." even with all attention focused on the computer screen, you could see his pleading face.

Of course, the fact that he did that little child's voice also gave it away.

You sighed and walked away from the bed, going to your boyfriend and put your hand inside his shirt scratching his warm skin.

Haechan let out an almost moan of relief and his shoulders relaxed.

"What? I didn't moan!" Haechan spoke into his headphones and you laughed. "Be quiet, Jisung."

After scratching his back, you caressed his skin before taking your hand out of his shirt.

"Hey." Haechan called out to you as you prepared to walk away from him and as soon as you turned around, he placed a quick kiss on your lips. "Thanks."

"Anything for you." you winked at him and pulled away, now ready to throw yourself on the bed.

"Jisung, I swear to god if you don't stop implying that she was doing something else I will-"

JAEMIN

Jaemin had kindly volunteered to help you clean your house.

It was a great day and all you were thinking about was what you were going to eat later.

Sweaty and completely tired, you were in the last one: the living room.

As soon as you finished dusting off the tv, you turned to look at your boyfriend.

"And you don't even know what-" you looked confused at Jaemin who started making funny faces as he moved his torso awkwardly back and forth.

And not only that, he started making funny sounds too and that was enough to make you start laughing.

"Are you okay?"

"It itches, itches." he pleaded, trying to get the broom he held up to his back.

You continued laughing but went to him to help him.

"Further up." he asked and you did. "To the side now." you moved to the left. "To the other side" you've moved to the right. "That's right there!"

The smile remained on your face as you scratched his back and Jaemin sighed in relief.

"Phew. Thank you."

"I'm the one who thanks for the help." you brought your hand up to caress his face, brushing the wet hair from his forehead.

"Do you still have chocolate in the kitchen?" he asked, practically pleading.

You exchanged a look with him and knew exactly what was coming. You even tried to run ahead of him but Jaemin was faster, darting into the kitchen while you yelled at him not to eat everything.

CHENLE

Chenle had the brilliant idea of giving Daegal a bath.

And although you warned that the dog was not the quietest in the world, he did not take your opinion into account.

And that's why he and the bathroom were completely wet, while you watched everything leaning against the doorframe with your arms crossed and with the best expression of 'I didn't mean to say so but I told you so'.

"Next time, remind me to take it to a pet store." he complained and you had to contain your laughter.

"As you wish."

Chenle started moving his back awkwardly and you frowned, Daegal seemed to have calmed down now that he had turned off the shower so why was he fidgeting so much?

"Oh shit." he complained again. "Hey, help me out here."

"What?"

"Could you scratch my back? It's bothering me." you laughed and Chenle turned his face away enough for you to see that he was really bothered, so much so that he rolled his eyes.

You nodded and walked over to him, scratching his back as he tried to stifle a laugh when you got close to his waist a few times.

"Tickling, really?" you asked, raising your eyebrows and he shook his head.

"Don't you dare."

"Alright." you shrugged and rested your hands on his shoulders. "But you won't run away from one thing."

He looked at you and narrowed his eyes.

"I told you?" he asked even though he didn't need the answer.

"Yep."

JISUNG

You and Jisung were lying on the couch, he was hugging you by the shoulders while watching TV completely absorbed in the series that was showing.

Until he started to move like he was uncomfortable, you ignored him the first time, thought it was weird the second, and glared at him the third.

He wrinkles his nose as he tries to bring his hand to his back and you pull back enough to get a better look at him.

"Are you all right?" you asked, worried.

"My back is itchy." he replied with a pout and you smiled slightly.

"Let me help you."

You rested your hand on his shoulder, making him turn his back to you.

"Where is it itchy?" you asked kindly and he tried to point with his finger.

You scratched where he indicated and laughed when you felt something other than the fabric of the shirt he was wearing, so you reached inside and pulled the tag that should have been bothering him.

You showed it to Jisung who took the tag from your hand, looking confused.

"I think now it won't itch anymore." you said and he chuckled, turning around enough to kiss your cheek.

"My savior."

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honeymark · 2 years

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𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 | 나재민

Every relationship comes with a story. This is ours.

𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐃𝐄 𝟎𝟑 ; in which you & Jaemin tell your respective sides of your love story.

# 𝑫𝑼𝑹𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 :: ~16 minutes (3.2k words).

# 𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺 :: implied depression.

『 The video opens with a shot of Jaemin walking into the studio, hand-in-hand with Y/N. The set is white with two white chairs facing each other, a white table, a white set of earbuds, and a white set of noise-cancelling headphones. Jaemin swings their arms up and down as he leads her to her seat, and he doesn’t let go, even when he’s sitting down in his chair. Y/N laughs, and Jaemin finally releases her hand after the P.A. claps the slate. 』

“Can you introduce yourselves?”

Y/N: “Hi, my name’s Y/N. I’m 21 years old, and I’m a 3rd year medicine student.”

Jaemin: “Hi, my name is Jaemin, I’m 20 years old, and I am a 1st year medicine student.”

“How long have you been dating?”

Y/N: “Almost 4 yeaㅡ”

Jaemin: “1,422 days.”

Y/N: “You know the exact day?”

『 Jaemin nods, before pulling out his phone. He first shows the screen to Y/N, then to the camera. The camera zooms in on a pink heart widget with a calendar in the center, before cutting back to a chuckling Y/N. 』

Jaemin: “Of course I know the exact day. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t keep track of things like this?”

Y/N: “Less organized, but still mine.”

『 Jaemin laughs. 』

“How did you two meet?”

Y/N: “We met back in our first year of high school.”

Jaemin: (nods) “Y/N transferred to our school during the second semester, and because I was the class president at the time, I was in charge of showing her around.”

Y/N: “Can you believe it’s already been, like, 6 years?”

Jaemin: (shakes his head before letting out an exaggerated sigh) “I can’t believe we’re already adults. I’ve already completed my military service and everything.” (pauses) “Do you prefer the current me or the me from back then?”

『 Y/N pauses...and pauses...and pauses, with Jaemin’s jaw lowering with each second that passes. The silence is broken by a single, muted chuckle that is heard from behind the camera. The studio erupts into laughter. 』

Jaemin: (stands up) “Hey! Is it really that hard of a question?”

Y/N: “I just wanted to see your reaction, that’s all.” (chuckles) “Honestly, I think I prefer the current you, but it’s only because I didn’t know the past you that well.”

Jaemin: (pouts, playfully) “Even though you were so proud of being able to see right through my ‘good boy’ facade...”

Y/N: (smiles, then nods) “You’re right, you’re right. But what about you, though? Do you like the current me or the paㅡ”

Jaemin: “The current you, definitely.”

Y/N: (laughs) “No hesitation at all, huh?”

Jaemin: (shrugs) “I said what I said.”

『 Jaemin and Y/N both laugh. 』

“What was your first impression of each other?”

『 The video cuts to Jaemin putting in the earbuds, then sliding the noise-cancelling headphones on over his ears. Jaemin motions for Y/N to look at him. 』

Jaemin: “Say something!”

Y/N: “Something.”

Jaemin: “‘Somethiㅡ’ that’s too easy, do a different one!”

Y/N: “Na Jaemin, you dummy.”

Jaemin: “‘Na Jaemin, you dummy’ ㅡ do a different one!

Y/N: “Na Jaemin, I love you.”

Jaemin: “ ‘Na Jaemin, I ㅡ’” (pauses, then smiles) “I love you too!”

《 HER SIDE 》

Y/N: “I didn’t like him, to be honest. Like Jaemin mentioned earlier, I transferred to a new high school during second semester, and because he was the class president, he was ‘in charge’ of showing me around. He seemed nice, and it was really obvious that he was popular with everyone (including the teachers and upperclassmen)...but something just seemed so...off...about him. Like, there was no denying how polite and friendly he was, but it just didn’t feel authentic. He just...looked really empty whenever he smiled around people...and that made me really annoyed. I couldn’t understand why he was pretending to be someone he wasn’t. So, being as blunt and as nosy as I was back then, I asked him about it.” (pauses) “He obviously didn’t take it well. I mean, anyone would feel offended if someone accused them of being fake. But it’s not that I was trying to be mean to him or to offend him...I genuinely wanted to know. He looked like he was forcing himself to play that ‘perfect student’ facade, and I wanted to understand why he would do that to himself.”

『 The video cuts to Y/N putting in the earbuds, then sliding the noise-cancelling headphones on over her ears. 』

Jaemin: “Tapioca pearl.”

Y/N: “Huh?”

Jaemin: “Ta-”

Y/N: “Na-”

Jaemin: “Pi-”

Y/N: “Huh?”

Jaemin: “Tapi-”

Y/N: “Go slower!”

『 Laughter can be heard from behind the camera. 』

Jaemin: “O-”

Y/N: “Hyo?”

Jaemin: “O-”

Y/N: “O-?”

Jaemin: “Ca-”

Y/N: “A-?”

Jaemin: “Pearl!”

『 Y/N takes off the headphones and sighs. 』

Y/N: “What?”

Jaemin: “Tapioca pearl.”

Y/N: (laughs) “How was I supposed to get that?”

『 Video cuts to “HIS SIDE”, with Y/N wearing the headphones again. 』

《 HIS SIDE 》

Jaemin: “I didn’t like her.” (chuckles lightly) “I was in charge of showing her around the school when she transferred to our class, and the first thing she said to me was, ‘Isn’t it hard faking that smile all the time?’” (pauses) “It was the first time I’d ever felt so exposed. I’d worked my entire life up until that point to perfect this ‘good boy’ character, only for her to see right through me within hours of meeting me. It was terrifying.”

PD: (off-camera) “Why did you feel that you needed to perfect the ‘good boy’ character?”

Jaemin: “I guess...I just didn’t want to let anyone down.” (pauses) “I’ve always been that kid that adults would compare their kids to. ‘Jaemin got an A, why can’t you do it too?’ or ‘Jaemin placed first, you need to do better.’ I always heard things like that when I was growing up, but it wasn’t like I actively tried to, you know, do well. I didn’t even like studying. And with piano and archery...I didn’t practice in order to get good ㅡ I’m really not competitive like that. Winning was never my goal, it just...happened.”

『 Video cuts to the crew, who start laughing. Jaemin also starts to laugh. 』

Jaemin: “Well, anyways, by the time I got to middle school, I realized that the people around me expected me to be good at everything. Everyone expected me to get good grades, to place first in competitions, to volunteer for different class events...they also suddenly expected me to be this well-mannered ‘prince’. Like, people started calling me ‘Prince’ at school, and I didn’t know how to respond.”

Jaemin: “One time, I guess I got too frustrated about something and ended up saying something sarcastic. I thought it was normal to act that way, but everyone was surprised that I got mad in the first place.” (pauses) “It was around then that I kind of realized that the image that people had when they thought of me was not even close to my true self. Everyone really thought of me as this perfect prince, so to prevent hurting anyone’s feelings or causing some kind of cognitive dissonance, I erased the ‘real’ Na Jaemin and forced myself to fit into that role.”

《 BOTH SIDES 》

Y/N: (sighs) “I still feel bad about our first conversation.”

Jaemin: “Why?”

Y/N: “Because I shouldn’t have said any of that to you. I was so out of line.”

Jaemin: (shrugs) “As much as it scared me...I felt like it was a conversation that I needed to have.”

Y/N: (mumbles) “That doesn’t mean it was okay...”

Jaemin: “You’ve already made it up to me, so don’t worry about it.”

Y/N: “I have? How?”

Jaemin: (pauses, then smirks) “This morning, when weㅡ”

『 Y/N gasps, then immediately stands from her seat. She reaches over to cup her hand over Jaemin’s mouth. 』

Y/N: “You can’t talk about that stuff! You’re gonna get their YouTube channel demonetized!”

『 Jaemin shrugs. 』

“In what ways did your feelings towards your partner change?”

《 HER SIDE 》

Y/N: “My feelings completely changed after I actually took time to get to know him. I went from disliking him, to pitying him, to actually liking him as a person.” (pauses) “I realized that I misunderstood his intentions, in the beginning. I assumed that he was a two-faced liar because of how he deceived everyone, but those thoughts quickly shifted into, ‘Wow. I wonder what kind of pressure he’s under to feel like he needs to lie about his feelings in order to keep up with this facade’, which then turned into ‘Na Jaemin is one of the most considerate people I know.’ The more I talked to him, the more I wanted to kind of ‘free’ him of that ‘prince’ character, so I promised him that I wouldn’t tell anyone about his secret. I told him that it didn’t matter what kind of face he put on. Na Jaemin is Na Jaemin, and I was going to accept him no matter what.”

《 HIS SIDE 》

Jaemin: “I think everything changed ㅡ my feelings, my impression of her, all of it. At first, I thought of her as a threat; I was scared she was gonna expose me to the whole school. But after she promised not to tell anyone...I started feeling really, I don’t know, comfortable? Like, I was skeptical at first, but after a while, I felt like I could be my true self around her without worrying about her judgment. I could be as negative, weird, impatient, and childish as I wanted to be, and I knew she would accept all of it.” (pauses) “I became really, really grateful for her. I was able to find myself because of her support.”

《 BOTH SIDES 》

Jaemin: “Remember that promise you told me?”

Y/N: “The one where I wouldn’t expose you?”

Jaemin: (nods) “Yeah.”

Y/N: (smiles) “Of course I do.”

Jaemin: “Remember when I excused myself to go to the bathroom?”

Y/N: “Yeah, why?”

Jaemin: “I went there to cry.” (laughs) “You said you’d accept me, no matter what face I put on.” (smiles) “That was the first time I’d ever heard something like that.”

Y/N: (closes her eyes and tilts her head back) “Now I’m gonna cry.”

『 Jaemin laughs. 』

“When did you realize you’d fallen for your partner?”

《 HER SIDE 》

Y/N: “It was around our last year of high school. Jaemin and I were put into different classes, which wouldn’t have been too bad, but he had also become the Student Council President, so he didn’t have much free time to hang out. I only saw him every now and then, but every time I saw him, I realized how much he’d changed. He wasn’t afraid of making snarky comments, he wasn’t afraid of standing up to people, and he definitely wasn’t afraid of jumping around when he got excited about something. He was changing so much...and I felt kind of...sad about it. He was sides of him that I only knew about to everyone else, and ㅡ I’m embarrassed that I ever even felt this way ㅡ it made me feel lonely and jealous.” (pauses) “That’s when I knew I’d fallen for him. I wanted to be the only one who knew about those sides of him, because that’s the only way I knew that I’d be special to him.”

Y/N: “I wanted to talk to him about my feelings, but he just...stopped answering me out of the blue. He wouldn’t answer my texts, my calls...he wouldn’t even look at me when we passed by each other in the hall. At first, I thought it was unintentional. I thought that he might’ve not seen me or that he might’ve been too busy to respond...but it got to a point where it was undeniable. I don’t know what I did, but he cut me off like I was nothing.” (pauses) “I’d fallen out with friends plenty of times before, but nothing was ever as painful as falling out with Jaemin.”

《 HIS SIDE 》

Jaemin: “It was our last year of high school, and it turned out that we were placed into different classes. Even though our classrooms were right next to each other, we weren’t able to hang out that often because I had so many things to do with the Student Council.” (pauses) “I was so busy that I didn’t even realize that Y/N was dating someone else, and by the time I figured out, there was nothing I could do.”

Jaemin: “I didn’t really know how to act around her after that. Every time I saw her and her boyfriend together...I got so upset that I didn’t know what to do with myself. So I stopped talking to her altogether. I didn’t answer her texts, I didn’t answer her phone calls...I cut her off to preserve my ego, and we eventually stopped being friends. We didn’t acknowledge each other at school or outside of school. And I knew that I was the one who started it, but it felt unbearable. I hated knowing that Y/N had erased me from her world, even though I was trying so hard to erase her from mine.” (pauses) “It’s only after all of this that I realized how much I liked her.”

《 BOTH SIDES 》

Y/N: “I don’t really like talking about this part of our relationship.” (pauses) “It was really painful, you know? Being ghosted by someone you really liked.”

Jaemin: (leans forward to take Y/N’s hands into his) “I know, I’m sorry, Y/N.”

『 Both turn to look at the PD, who signals the staff to move onto the next question. 』

“How did you start dating?”

《 HER SIDE 》

Y/N: “It’s...a really long story.” (sighs) “So, one of my friends on the Student Council had asked me when I started dating Jeno, one of my close friends at the time. I was pretty confused, because I didn’t even know that I was dating Jeno. Apparently someone had spread a rumor that he and I were dating, and all of a sudden, everything became so clear to me. The way Jaemin was avoiding me, I figured it had to do something with that rumor. So I got up and left my class, went into Jaemin’s class, and I asked him to eat lunch with me that day.” (chuckles) “Looking back now, I feel bad for putting him on the spot like that, but in the end, he showed up, so I guess it wasn’t too big of a deal to him.”

Y/N: “It was kind of awkward at the beginning, but I did my best to keep the conversation going, and somehow things ended up going back to normal. We saw each other every day during our breaks, and I even started to help the Student Council with the school festival preparations. I was on the Art Committee, so I basically just stayed after classes and made decorations, painting backdrops, things like that. I was in the middle of painted a mural, when all of a sudden, I felt someone, like, wrap their arms around me from behind. And so I did the only thing I thought of doing ㅡ I threw my palette at whoever was standing behind me.” (laughs)

Y/N: “It turned out to be Jaemin, but I was still freaked the hell out, so all I could focus on was getting his clothes washed before it was too late.” (pauses) “He didn’t care, though. All he did was ask for a hug, so I hugged him. Then, he asked for a kiss...so I kissed him.” (smiles) “It was so random, the way he started confessing his feelings on the spot. But I listened, and I told him how I felt about him...and the rest is history. We’ve been dating ever since.”

《 HIS SIDE 》

Jaemin: “One day, Y/N showed up to my classroom and called me out in the middle of a lecture.” (smiles) “She looked at me dead in the eyes and asked, ‘Na Jaemin, let’s eat lunch together today’ ㅡ the English teacher was literally in the middle of a lesson, by the way.” (laughs) “So, I met her for lunch that day, and even though it was awkward at first, eventually it felt like nothing had even happened between us. We were talking and laughing and acting like we hadn’t gone the last 2 months without ignoring each other.”

Jaemin: “Things went back to normal after that. We hung out every day, called each other every night, studied together during exam season...I’d forgotten how good it felt to be by her side.” (pauses) “Things changed after we started preparing for the school festival, though. Y/N volunteered to be a part of the Art Committee, so she always stayed after school to paint props and things like that. I ended up overhearing the committee chair talk about asking Y/N out at the school festival, and I wasn’t about to give him a chance before I took mine, so I started running around to find Y/N.”

Jaemin: “It took a while, but I found her in the art room, working on the festival mural. She hadn’t heard me walk in because of her headphones, so I, without thinking, hugged her from behind to get her attention...She ended up getting paint all over my uniform, and I guess she started panicking because she immediately started pulling my blazer and shirt off of me.” (laughs) “She got really flustered and apologized, but I asked if I could hug her again, and she let me. After that, my feelings kind of just spilled out on their own. I told her everything. I told her how I felt about her and that I wanted to be more than just a friend to her.” (smiles) “And we’ve been together ever since that day.”

《 BOTH SIDES 》

Y/N: “You know, I’ve always been wondering this...”

Jaemin: “Wondering what?”

Y/N: “Why you confessed to me that day.”

『 Jaemin opens his mouth to speak, but immediately squeezes his lips shut and shakes his head. 』

Jaemin: “It’s a secret.”

Y/N: “A secret?”

Jaemin: (nods) “You’ll see when this video comes out.”

『 Y/N turns to the PD, who shrugs. All three of them laugh. 』

“What would life be like if you’d never met your partner?”

《 HER SIDE 》

Y/N: “If I hadn’t met Jaemin?” (pauses) “My life would be very black and white. Jaemin adds so much color to my world. He makes me feel so many things in such vivid and intense ways, and I know that some people are going to say, ‘Well, you’d meet someone else who’d make you feel the same way’...but I don’t think I would. The feelings that I feel when I’m with him are unique and irreplaceable.” (smiles) “There’s no one like Na Jaemin.”

《 HIS SIDE 》

Jaemin: “Very dark, probably. Y/N’s my savior, in a way. Back in high school, I used to wonder who the real Na Jaemin was, and if he was even needed in the first place. Sometimes the thoughts got really dark...but Y/N...her wholehearted acceptance of me ㅡ both the fake me and the real me and everything in between ㅡ gave me hope. She helped me build the courage to live more authentically. I don’t think I’d be as happy as I am right now if I hadn’t met her.”

《 BOTH SIDES 》

Y/N: “I really love you, Jaemin.”

Jaemin: (smiles) “I know. I love you too. You changed my life, Y/N.”

Y/N: “And you changed mine.”

『 The interview ends. Jaemin gets up from his chair first and extends his hand to help Y/N up from her chair. He pulls her into a warm embrace, and they share a tender kiss before separating and bowing to the staff. They share one more quick kiss before exiting the studio. The video fades to black. 』

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diorcities · 1 year

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⠀ ⠀ ── 𖥻 🌙‧₊˚⊹ how they run out of love !

an: this is heavily inspired by candy, from this moment, i apologize.

pairing: nct dream (mark + 00 line) x reader

content: a lot of heartbreaks (from your pov) sobbing, crying. nct dream without affective responsibility.

masterlist

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊

you entered the room quietly and watch the last steps of the choreography that they were putting up for the next comeback. you knew mark was really worried and anxious about the new song coming out, and you wanted to support him and show him you were there for him since he wasn't acting like him lately.

the grip on the bag took hold when jeno spot you first and then alerted mark of your arrival. he then came closer, his eyes glued on the bag in your hands.“i bring...” you start to say before he interrupts you “you didn't have to” his voice cutting you off. “i still wanted to” you finished, your eyes catching a drop of sweat running down his temple. your fingers going instinctively to wash it out. you stopped then and brush his hair, tenderly. his face suddenly pulling out of your reach. a small sigh leaving his lips, the same lips you haven't kissed in weeks. “i'll take this” he said, “i'm working til midnight, don't wait for me” added, before going back to the members.

he didn't even looked at you. not once, before you left the practice room.

𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐔𝐍

The sound of keys caused your hands to start sweating. you saw renjun stripping off his sweater and taking out his shoes. it took him a few minutes to notice you, in the middle of his room, holding a birthday cake. “happy birthday to you” you sang, watching him smile briefly. the smile never came to his eyes, as he approached you and blew out the candle on the top of the cake. “are you gonna cut it?” you asked, putting the cake on his side table. “i already had cake” he said, “in the company” added.

“oh” was the only thing you could say. “i understand,” you said, watching him looking for something in his closet. “uh, i also have a gift” you remembered, taking out a wrapped box from your bag. you waited patiently for him to finish his work before he approach you. “more paint” he announced. his tone making you feel that you took a wrong decision. “i'm sorry, i just heard you complaining that you run out of paint, so i” “jaemin bought me some” he answered. he stared at the box of paints for a few seconds before taking it from your hands and leaving it somewhere in his closet.

“look, i'm heading out now, some friends invite me to drink beer, feel free to stay as long as you want, alright?” he said, before leaving you in his room. without kissing goodbye.

𝐉𝐄𝐍𝐎

jeno wasn't paying attention to you talking about your day at work. instead, he was immersed in his phone. he didn't even realize when you stopped talking and remained silent. he wasn't there with you for a long time ago. days. weeks. months.

“jeno” you called, receiving a simple murmur under his breath. “i was telling you about my day” you remembered him, watching him fix himself on the sofa and letting out a sigh. “what's the matter?” he genuinely asked, “it's always the same” you nodded, spacing out, before getting up and heading the farthest place in the room. “today was different,” you said, as he went back to his phone, “a guy asked me out”.

“really?” he asked, making you feel stupid because of the blank expression on his face. “what made him notice you?” blurp out. you looked at him incapable of saying a word. “i mean, i'm sure there are good-looking women in your workplace, so why you, among the others?” asked. you remained silent, fearing your voice would be the one to betray you first. “mhm?” he insisted.

“i don't know, jeno”

he got up from the sofa, and went across the living room.

“me neither”

𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍

“shit” you heard him muttered while gaming. sitting beside him, you reached out his neck and caressed his hair. if he noticed you didn't know. he was consumed by the screen, paying little to no attention to you. for four hours. you had work tomorrow and it was almost midnight. feeling a little upset because haechan were ignoring you since you arrived.

“hae, it's almost midnight, i have to go” you whispered to him, receiving a small nod. “can you drive me home?” you asked, hoping you could spend some time with him on the way home. he stood up without warning and went to his closet. “i need to take a shower, can't you ask for a taxi?” he said, turning his back to you. you then, approached him from behind. “what is it?” you asked, catching him off guard when you hugged him.

he broke the hug when he turned, facing you. “i wanted to spend time with you, but you haven't even talked to me” he rolled his eyes at your words. “don't be dramatic, yn” he pronounced, walking past you. you stopped him in the way, "just... promise me that it's nothing”

he took a moment as if he was trying to spill the words. “promise” as if he was trying to find a reason to not break it.

𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍

jaemin arrived the moment you decided it was enough waiting for him. and when he saw your face, you realized that you weren't worth it even for a lame excuse. “i forgot”.

the silence filling the places where you would be upset, and angry. your mouth filling with words that won't leave your lips. because it was enough. no explanation. no remorse. the blank stare you were giving at each other was enough. there wasn't love anymore. and you have to let it go. you have to let him go.

“i think we should...” he started. “we should” you cut him off. the food was cold, the wine warm. and your relationship ended a long time ago. “i deserve to know” you said, stopping at the doorway, “you fell in love with someone else?” your voice trembling at the end of the sentence. fearing the answer, but wanting to know it. so you could end it. so you could let your heart shatter finally.

“i did” two words were enough, two words caused you to die that day, but jaemin didn't notice it, no one did, for a long time.

#nct imagines #nct scenarios #haechan scenarios #nct reactions #nct reaction #haechan reaction #haechan reactions #nct dream reactions #mark reactions #jeno reactions #jaemin reactions #renjun reactions #♡dream

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fly-forever-young · 1 year

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hello !!

i saw u were taking rq and i was wondering if u could do a soft jaemin timestamp/oneshot (whatever u feel comfortable doing!) where he comforts u while ur feeling insecure? If that’s not possible I understand! Thank u and have a good day/night!

•~𝐉𝐚𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐞

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"Here's our food straight from McDonald's," Jaemin smiles happily as he sets the food down on the table. "Finally we eat after all the training I did, today ends in style"

You smile as you nod and admire him. Jaemin hands you your food and sits down to eat. "Oh my God yummy" After a couple of bites Jaemin realizes that you haven't tasted your sandwich yet.

"What is it? You don't like it? You want mine, it's good, take it" Jaemin reaches out to give you his hamburger but you refuse. "No thanks, I'm just not hungry now, maybe I'll eat it later" Jaemin glares at you, it's not like you to refuse to eat like this and above all it's not the first time this is happening.

"What's wrong baby?" Te asks, You look down and Jaemin's gaze softens. Jaemin gets up and walks over to you taking your hand as he drops to his knees.

"Do you want to talk about it?" His tone of voice is so warm but you are afraid he might see you differently if you tell him.

"Y/n talk to me" "I don't like my body..."

"Sweetheart you are so beautiful all of you is" Jaemin kisses your hand softly.

"My body- it's too much" Your eyes water as your insecurities eat you alive. Jaemin hugs you as best he can, his scent is comforting. "Jaemin you deserve someone better than me" Jaemin takes your face in his hands looking straight into your eyes seriously.

"I couldn't wish for better than you Y/n, I love You unconditionally you are so beautiful, I love everything about you. I don't want to change a thing about you, I don't want an inch less than you, I wish you could see yourself the way I see you " Jaemin kisses you softly and then smiles making you smile too "And you're more beautiful when you smile" "Thanks Jaemin" He nods while looking at you

"If you feel insecure tell me I'll make you a list of all the things I love about you, I just hope that you have a lot of free time, because it will take me a long time, maybe I won't finish anymore"

Thanks for the request☺, I hope you like it and sorry if I took too long 😅😘❤❤

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ljxlj48 · 1 year

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A Racer’s Heart

Chapter 1

F1Driver!Jeno x Reader x F1Driver!Jaemin

Genre: love triangle, co-workers to lovers, slight enemies to lovers

Word count: 3K+

Warnings: swearing

Author’s Note: IM BACK LOVELIES!!!! Ahhhh so a little update, I am back to uni again, a quarter of my family moved away, I was in a relationship, that ended, and more that’s not coming to mind right now. I don’t know how often I’m gonna be writing, I want to do more but the reality is I don’t have as much time as before. Also I took major steps back from K-pop, I think there was just too much going on in the community that I couldn’t keep up with it anymore. Anyway, hugs and kisses to anyone reading <3

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Formula One (also known as Formula 1 or F1) is the highest class of international racing for open-wheel single-seater formula racing cars sanctioned by the Fédération Internationale de l'Automobile (FIA). The World Drivers' Championship, which became the FIA Formula One World Championship in 1981, has been one of the premier forms of racing around the world since its inaugural season in 1950. The word formula in the name refers to the set of rules to which all participants' cars must conform. A Formula One season consists of a series of races, known as Grands Prix, which take place worldwide on both purpose-built circuits and closed public roads.

This is your first season with NCT, but your 4th season in Formula 1, as a race engineer for the infamous Lee Jeno. Jeno had entered the sport when he was just 18, racing for Alfa Romeo, however now he was with a team that matched his talent. He was in a competitive car this season. As exciting as it was for Jeno, it was exciting for you too.

You had known Jeno since before his days at Alfa Romeo. You had been his race engineer since formula 4, when you were assigned to Jeno for a race, by mistake. Jeno went on to win his first f4 race with you as the person talking him through it. Since then you had been his race engineer for every race he entered in. And you watched Jeno dominate in formula 3, and formula 2 before entering into formula 1. And even in a non competitive care, he continued to outperform expectations.

You were gonna stay by his side, and watch him stand on the top of the podium as champion of the world, talking him through the entire time.

However, your heart might have other plans for you.

“That’s P4, Jen, P4.”

“Fuck, that was a good lap,” you could hear Jeno chuckle on the other side.

“Race like that tomorrow, and you’ll be on the podium,”

“We’ll be on the podium,” Jeno corrected you, “I can’t do this without you.”

“I’ll meet you in the garage.”

You took off the headset, and took a sigh of relief. No matter how many free practices, qualifying sessions or races you talked Jeno through, you never liked it. You don’t remember when you started to feel anxious about seeing Jeno in the car, but you knew you couldn’t sit still until he was out of it.

You took note of where everyone was on the grid, Jeno didn’t care if the information pertained to him or not, he wanted to know it. You met Jeno by the car to be right where he got out.

“P4,” you said with the biggest smile you could manage for Jeno, P4 was well above anyone’s expectations for qualifying. Since this was Jeno’s first season with NCT, he was expected to qualify P7, P8. Although you're not too surprised about P4, Jeno had a habit of making his talents known.

“P4 today, P1 tomorrow,” Jeno said with a smile, as the two of you began to walk to his dressing room.

“Don’t get too ahead of yourself, Leclerc is still on pole. Verstappen is P2, Sainz P3, Na P5, Perez P6, Hamilton P7, Bottas is P8,”

“Bottas?” Jeno questioned cutting you off, “in the Alfa Romeo?”

“The Ferrari is fast, and Alfa Romeo is a Ferrari engine.”

“Who rounds out the top ten?”

“Maggunsen at P9, and Alonso at P10.”

Jeno sat in the chair, leaning back, his head tilted up, looking at you. “You know, I’m so lucky to have you?”

“Oh yeah? Why don’t you appreciate me more then?” You asked, not being serious at all, just teasing Jeno.

“I do,” Jeno stood up now, coming close to you, “I am forever grateful to you.”

Seven years, you have known Jeno for seven years now, almost going on eight. Jeno has been with you through getting your GED, all through college, three boyfriends, getting your first place and more. He is your longest standing relationship, that it makes you question just how platonic everything is.

“Go already (y/n), I’ll look at your notes, and we’ll go over it tomorrow.” Jeno said, stepping away, grabbing the tablet with your notes. “I’m serious, go.”

You let out the breath you were holding, “alright,” you gathered your things before exiting, turning back one last time for the night, “call me if you have any questions, I’m serious, you know I’m a night owl.”

“I will,” Jeno smiled back to you.

You laid in your hotel room, scrolling through the usual social media, when a very curious caption caught your eye. It was a quote taken from a post qualifying interview from today.

“I think Sunday is more important than Saturday… We’ll just have to wait until tomorrow to form any opinions.” Quote from Na Jaemin, about today’s qualifying.

You clicked the link to read the article about that particular interview. To which, Jaemin had subtly stated that Jeno out qualifying him was a complete luck, and that tomorrow would show who is the better driver overall.

Your first thought was to call Jeno and tell him the ridiculous lies that Jaemin was spewing out, but knowing teddy bear Jeno, he would tell you to just let it go. That his racing will speak for him, that what Jaemin said is nothing but words.

So without Jeno having to tell you, you did exactly that, you let it go, for now.

Sunday, race day. You were excited to say the least, you met Jeno in the hotel before going down to the paddock.

“You’re starting P4, Sainz is ahead of you,” you remind Jeno, “It’s gonna be difficult getting through Leclerc and Verstappen, so your main competition is going to be Sainz.”

“Are you saying that the best I can do is P3?” Jeno asked with just enough of a glint in his eye for most people to assume he was teasing, but not enough to convince you that he wasn’t serious.

“You can win it today, but it’s more important that you cross the finish line than winning,” you say. Jeno still looks a little in between, not fully convinced, you stop him before walking into the NCT motorhome. “You’re gonna do great, you’re gonna show everyone your worth of your seat, and you’re gonna come home safely,” you take a breath, “and maybe you can win on top of all that?” You smiled.

“Yeah I think I can win on top of all of that,” Jeno smiled once again. He always tended to be an overthinker. Always in his own head about things, allowing other people's opinions to fester inside of him, he never could pull himself out of his own thoughts. You would always do that for him.

All the cars lined up after the formation lap, you sat in front of your screen with the other race engineers.

“P4 and P5, the goal is to maintain positions.” Taeyong announced to the entire crew. NCT finished in 4th in the Championship last season, just behind Ferrari, ahead of Mclaren. Taeyong’s goal for this season was 3rd or better. In the practice sessions of this weekend, the car was on par with the Redbull but behind the Ferrari, so 3rd should be achievable. If all was to go well.

“Radio check, 1, 2. Can you hear me Jen?”

“Loud and clear,” Jeno responded back clear as day.

‘And its lights out and away we go.’

“We’re gonna box this lap, box.” You spoke into the mic, telling Jeno what to do.

“Did you just tell Lee to box?” Mark, another race engineer asked, in a panicky manner.

“Yeah, that was the strategy we all agreed on,” you answered back, worry starting to fill you.

“Na was supposed to be first then Lee,” Mark looked even more panicked than earlier.

“We’re double stacking?” You questioned as you turned your attention out to the pit lane, where the crew waits with two sets of medium tyres.

You watched, holding your breath as Jeno pulled into the slot, his tyres removed, a new set screwed on, and he was released just as Jaemin came up to the garage. You let out your breath, as the double stacking worked.

“2.2,” shouted one of the crew, to let everyone know Jeno’s pit stop was 2.2 seconds, “2.3” and Jaemin’s was 2.3 seconds. You and Mark high fives over a successful double stacking.

Just before Taeyong shouted out, “what the fuck was that?” You and Mark turned back to look at Taeyong, both of your guys face going pale. “That wasn’t the strategy.”

“Yeah but it worked.” Mark smiled.

“If you keep fucking up, you minus well work at Ferrari.”

“Come on boss, it’s only Bahrain, cut us a little slack,” you smiled sweetly at Taeyong. You had heard more than once, from more than one person that Taeyong was a bit uptight during the race, and that he’s much more reasonable after a race.

“That’s the checked flag, Jen, P3! P3!” You shouted into the mic for Jeno to hear.

“LETS GO,” Jeno shouted out loud into the radio, “fuck that felt good, I can’t wait to see you.”

“I’ll be waiting at the bottom of the podium for you,” you spoke into the mic once again. Your heart twisting just a bit knowing that your words were heavy with feelings. Funny thing, Jeno is actually the reason your last relationship didn’t work out. Although you refused to tell Jeno that. Your previous partner thought that you and Jeno were too close, that you guys were always more than just friends.

When Jeno asked why your partner ended it, you just said that it was because of conflicting schedules. It would crush Jeno to know that it was him, no matter how many times you would try to convince him that it was for the best. He would just believe that he was standing in the way of your chance to be happy.

You looked up at the podium watching Jeno spray the champagne, you could feel the light droplets of the liquid, tap down on your face. Jeno shook hands with Charles and Carlos, before taking a picture together. You felt this sudden heat radiating next to you, you turned to see Jaemin standing next to you. He must’ve just arrived after his weigh in. He looked very handsome, handsomely angry standing next to you, watching his competition standing on the podium. And vaguely, just a hint of emotion behind the anger was admiration.

You turned back to watch Jeno enjoy the podium, before saying “have you formed any opinions, Na?” You side eyed Jaemin. You watched him huff, before turning to walk back to the garage.

“1, 2, 3, say cheese,”

You smiled brightly turning to look at Jeno, when the flash went off, he remained staring straight. Trophy in one hand, the other one wrapped around you.

“Okay, good.” The photographer announced.

Jeno looked back at you, finally, his eyes curved like little moons. “What a good race,” Jeno’s smile never leaves his face. Jaemin came around to the two of you.

“Congratulations, Lee,” Jaemin stuck out his hand for Jeno to shake, “good race.”

“Thanks Jaemin,” Jeno took Jaemin’s hand in a firm grasp. The two come together for a hug, before both parting their own ways. You stopped yourself from rolling your eyes, because at the end of the day, whatever rivalry that goes on between Jeno and Jaemin. It stays on the track, the minute they step out of the car, they are colleagues, co-workers. It was like that for all the drivers, rivals on the track, friends off the track.

As soon as you made it back to the hotel, you started packing up all your belongings. You flew out to Saudi first thing in the morning, and you had meetings all day Monday.

The time in between races went by faster than you wished. Before you knew it, it was Friday again and Jeno was getting ready for free practice 1.

“Based on last week, the car should have the straight line speed, in the turns that’s all you,” you said to Jeno as he got strapped in his seat, before you went back to the pit wall.

“I got it,” Jeno smiled, as he put on his gloves.

“Safe release yeah?” You said to one of Jeno’s mechanics. You watched as Jeno drove out, down the pit lane, onto the race track. He started off with an outlap, just getting the car right. Just before he got to the line, “remember talk to me Jen,” you reminded. Jeno did have a habit of getting too much into the groove, and forgetting to relay conditions.

“Yes ma’am,” you heard Jeno chuckle. He started his lap, absolutely flying through the circuit.

“He’s too wide into turn 4,” Doyoung, one of the race strategists, said as the both of you watched Jeno on the monitor.

“Keep it tight into turn 4 Jen,” you spoke over the radio, trying to remind Jeno gently.

“I’m trying, but I’m loosing the rear too much,” Jeno was clearly frustrated.

“We should end the session early for him,” you said to Doyoung, not wanting to risk further damage to the car.

“He needs to run more laps, we don’t have enough data for the race yet,” Doyoung said, as he reviewed the screens, “have him pit for a break, but send him back out before free practice ends.”

“Yes,” you obliged, “Jen, box box.”

“The car has too much oversteer,” Jeno said, clearly frustrated about free practice. He couldn’t find his pace in the car, not nearly as much as he wanted to. “I like a little more oversteer too, but that was just insane.”

You sat in the debriefing room with all the race engineers and strategist, as well as Jeno, Jaemin and Taeyong. “I have to agree with Jeno on this,” Jaemin said as he leaned back into his chair. You looked at him for a good moment, thinking that he was actually very handsome, but only when he wasn’t talking. “The oversteer is insane, the steering wheel is pointless,” Jaemin said, and just like that he wasn’t handsome to you anymore.

“We can adjust that, but it’s gonna take time to find the right balance, for the both of you,” Johnny, the chief technical engineer, who designed the car, said, “it won’t be done by the next race.”

“It could also be the track, I wouldn’t do any drastic changes yet,” Jeno spoke, trying to considerate of everyone else, “last weekend the car felt good, we were on pace with the Mercedes.”

“Jaemin?” Taeyong asked, looking at his other driver now.

“No, I agree, if there’s still an oversteer problem by free practice 3 than maybe we need to make an adjustment, but right now is too early,” Jaemin looked around the table, making his opinion heard, “we’re just being honest with what we feel in the car.” Jaemin gestured to himself and Jeno.

“Good,” Taeyong said, “y/n, mark, you have the code list, go over it with your drivers, this is gonna be the list until Spain. Other than that, you guys are dismissed.”

Everyone began to gather their things, and leave, “oh Jaemin,” Taeyong spoke up before you and Jeno had left the room, “go see Ten, he wants to go over some PR stuff with you.”

You could hear Jaemin scoff, but you just smirked to yourself. That’s what he gets for making comments about your driver.

“P6 Jen,” you said as Jeno crossed the finish line for qualifying.

“Not bad team, let’s get them tomorrow,” Jeno said as he made his way into the pit lane. You met Jeno in the garage, after getting the car settled in it’s spot. After Jeno got out of the car, “where did Jaemin qualifie?”

“Jaemin was knocked out in Q2, he’s P12 for tomorrow.”

“Who’s ahead of me?”

“Ocon, ahead of him Verstappen,”

“Behind me?”

“Russell and then Alonso” you said.

“Ocon shouldn’t be a problem, but Max is something else,” Jeno said, thinking about the overtakes for tomorrow. “Russell and Alonso behind me isn’t great either though.”

“It’s gonna be a difficult one for sure, but you’ll get it done.”

“That’s P8 Jen,” you said as Jeno crossed the finish line at the end of the race.

“I’m sorry team, could’ve done better,” Jeno said, clearly upset about those last few laps.

“Jeno, this is Taeyong, that was a good race,” Taeyong spoke quickly, “you did good Jeno, proud of you man.”

“Thanks team, we’ll bring it next time.” You could hear Jeno chuckle just a little this time. “Y/n, where did Na finish?”

“P12, just outside the points,” you answered. “I’ll see you in garage Jen.”

After Jeno finished his weigh in and he finally met you in the garage, did you properly congratulate him for a truly spectacular race. “I finished lower than what I started,” Jeno sighed.

“You did good, and you raced hard, that’s what’s important.” You answered, “not to mention you also came home safely and you finished within the points.”

“I guess,” Jeno said in between sips of water, clearly exhausted from the race. At this time you could see Jaemin walking towards the both of you.

Jaemin came up on Jeno’s side, sticking out his hand, “good race Lee,” Jaemin said with a firm shake and a pat on the back.

“You too Na,” Jeno answered kindly. You couldn’t help but scoff just a bit. Jaemin side-eyed you a bit before walking away without another word. “Play nicely y/n,” Jeno said, giving you a look, after Jaemin had walked a bit away.

“I always do,” you smirked, before turning on your heels to make it back towards the hospitality room.

“Yeah right,” Jeno said loud enough for you to hear, before following after you.

In the media pen, Jaemin was making his rounds for the post-race interviews.

“Jaemin, thoughts after the race?” One lady asked.

“Um it was a difficult one,” Jaemin answered, wiping the sweat away from his face with the back of his arm. You just happened to be in the area, Jeno was also making his rounds, and you were waiting for him. “I obviously didn’t qualify in the best place, and we lost places early on in the race, so it definitely wasn’t one of my better performances.”

You were close enough to hear Jaemin, as well as the following question, “this is the second race in a row that your teammate has outperformed you, do you think there’s gonna be some added pressure now? Maybe a little more determination to do better?”

You couldn’t, for the life of you, understand why reporters would ask those type of questions. Questions that attempt to provoke a reaction. Questions that fueled fake rivalries. You knew the drivers hated being asked those types of questions. However, nonetheless you stayed close enough to hear Jaemin’s answer.

Jaemin chuckled before responding, “I mean of course there’s added pressure when you’re not performing at the same level that you were the previous season, but that’s not Jeno’s fault. And of course there’s determination to do better, but that’s regardless of how Jeno is doing, because I know I’m not doing as good as I did last season.”

You were thoroughly surprised at Jaemin’s answer. You didn’t expect Jaemin to give a very clean answer, you genuinely thought that he wouldn’ve hinted at his poor performance being Jeno’s fault, but truly he didn’t.

“I see, thank you for your time Jaemin,” the reporter smiled.

“Thank you,” Jaemin smiled at the reporter, and for half a second you blushed at his smile. He looked very handsome, post-race, race suit tied around his waist, hair slightly out of place, sweat dripping down the side of his forehead, pearly whites flashing with a bad boy smile.

“Are you drooling at my driver?” Mark, Jaemin’s race engineer, asked catching you in a moment of weakness.

“There’s many drivers in that media pen, I could be drooling at any number of them,” you scoffed at Mark’s accusations.

Just as you were packing up your stuff for the night, getting ready to head back to the hotel, you could hear someone talking. You peaked around the corner to see who it was. It was Jaemin, he was on the phone.

“I know…I know…” Jaemin sounded frustrated with whomever he was talking to. You didn’t want to eavesdrop, but it’s not your fault if the person is talking loud enough for you to hear. “It’s only the second race of the season,” Jaemin sighed.

You peaked around the corner again, to see Jaemin running his hand through his hair. You took notice of his grip on the phone against his ear, get tighter. “I didn’t call to be scolded by you Dad, I called to check in on mom,” Jaemin said finally, his tone sent chills down your spine.

That was your que to leave, you turned to go in the other direction, you slipped on a pair of earbuds pretending not to be able to hear anything. Thankfully just in time, Jaemin ended up pacing, and walking around the corner in your direction. By the time Jaemin saw you, you had your poker face ready, and your music playing. Jaemin took notice of the earbuds you were wearing, already drawing the conclusion that you didn’t hear him. He walked back to where he came from, while you walked in the opposite direction.

You officially called it a night after that, heading straight for the hotel. You figured you would just completely forget you heard anything.

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ylskai · 2 years

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15. night

| m'list >:)

short ! scenarios | nct social media au

sorry for any mistake :( english isn't my first language, hope u understand ~ tysm, mwah.

kai <3

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tddyhyck · 1 year

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jaemin horny boyfriend texts pt. 2

pairings ⇢ bf!jaemin x gen!reader

warnings ⇢ suggestive/18+, mentioned (wax play, bottom!jaemin, filming during sex, toys, wax play, porn)

a/n ⇢ tried to make these a lil harder than the previous ʕᵔ ᴥ ᵔʔ

masterlist pt. 1

#tddyhyck #nct dream smut #nct dream reactions #nct dream texts #tddyhyck requests #nct dream headcanons #jaemin x reader #na jaemin smut #jaemin x you #jaemin reactions #jaemin texts #jaemin smut

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mrkis · 8 months

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nct dream reaction :: getting horny unintentionally

𝗥𝗘𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗗? 〚YES〛/ 〚𝗡𝗢✗〛 ⟶ requests are closed.

AUTHORS NOTE. was talking abt this with @haechrry a while back and i almost passed away so i had to write it. also, a biiiiiig thank you to @dollyji who helped give ideas for chenle and jisungs (mwah). also again this isn’t proofread it’s currently 5am so if you notice any mistakes, no you don’t <3

. . . 𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗞

mark always has his hand on resting on your thigh, both intentional and unintentional. you learnt over time that this specific form of physical touch comforted him, made him feel at ease, grounded him whenever he was stuck in his own head. the touch comforted you too and you didn't have any problem with it, but it was the strokes of his fingers and the grabbing of your flesh that turned a sweet moment into a moment of want and need. you wanted nothing more than to grip his hand and shove it in between your thighs to where you yearned for him the most.

you're stuck in one of those moments, eyeing his hand that rests on your thigh, watching his fingers drum against your skin as he hums a tune under his breath all while staring down at his phone in his other hand. he has no idea what he's doing to you.

"what are you looking at?" he suddenly asks you and your head snaps up to meet his eyes, noticing that he's staring at with you an unreadable glint. "what's up?"

"nothing" you shake your head, but you press your lips together with a deep exhale as you start to feel mark's fingers knead into your skin. "do you know what you're doing?"

"no?" he frowns before his attention dart down to his hand, realisation creeping over him. "oh" he gives you a boyish grin, something you immediately want to kiss off of his face. "i didn't know me doing something so simple turned you on so much"

"everything you do turns me on"

"i can do something about that, if you want?" mark suggests as he shuts off his phone and places it down, turning to face you fully as he leans in close, "just open your legs a little wider for me, baby"

. . . 𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗝𝗨𝗡

he’s just standing there. he’s just standing half naked with a towel hanging loosely off of his hips as he rummages through your drawers to look for his sleepwear. yet there’s something about him standing half naked in your room that has your mind running wild.

the imprint of his cock pressing against the material of the towel has your mouth watering, the water droplets that slide down his chest does nothing to help calm your feral thoughts and you can almost feel yourself beginning to drool when his body turns to face you, throwing a clean shirt and boxers down on the bed.

you watch with hungry eyes as he tugs the towel off his hips, letting it fall to the ground as he reaches for his boxers to put them on but your quicker, leaping over the bed covers to snatch them up, causing him to make a noise of surprise as he looks at you with wide eyes.

“i need to get dressed” he chuckles when he sees you hold the item close to your chest. “baby, come on…”

“i don’t think you’ll be needing them” you say truthfully and you see a smile start to form on his lips.

“and why’s that?”

“because i’m going to suck your cock” you tell him, noticing how his cock twitches at your words. “and then you’re going to fuck me. after that, we’ll shower together to not waste water… and maybe we’ll go for round two”

“yeah? is that right?” he asks you and you nod immediately. “alright. get on your knees for me then and suck me off so i can fuck you good”

. . . 𝗝𝗘𝗡𝗢

it's supposed to be a romantic date night with you and jeno, enjoying the midnight sky after a hefty meal and a few drinks, wrapped up in each others arms as you enjoy your alone time together.

but the situation you're in doesn't feel romantic in the slightest, in fact you're feeling a little hot and aroused being pressed up against a railing with jeno standing behind you, chin resting on your shoulder and his arms wrapped around your middle, his body flush against yours as he takes in the scenery.

you can feel him, all of him. his cock pressing between your ass cheeks which is covered by a flimsy skirt and every breath he takes, it presses more into you, caging you between him and the railing.

your pussy aches for him, desperate to flip up your skirt and push your underwear to the side to have him so easily slide into you and fuck you right here in public, for anyone to see, but you know that's not going to happen.

"this is supposed to be a romantic date night yet you're grinding your ass against my cock like a bitch in heat" you hear him murmur into your ears and you mewl softly, doing nothing to stop your actions as you continue pushing back into him and he grips your hips tight, hissing through his teeth. "keep going and i'll bend you over this railing, let the whole city hear you scream my name"

. . . 𝗛𝗔𝗘𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗡

the position of haechan laying between your thighs, head resting on your belly as he watches something on his phones screen has you feeling weak in the knees. his breath fans against your skin, his hair tickles you every time he moves, the light pecks he gives you randomly has you squeezing your thighs around his shoulders.

he coos, taking it as a sign of you hugging him and he stokes you, delicate fingers tracing shapes on your skin, not realising the damage he’s causing to you and your poor panties that are probably soaked in arousal, feeling uncomfortably sticky on your folds.

you try to manoeuvre around to get some friction, to feel anything that could satisfy the need for him and the way he slowly turns his head to look at you could almost be deemed as comical if it wasn’t for his darkened gaze.

“i know what you’re doing” he says, completely disregarding his phone as it drops to the bed sheets. “i know me laying between your legs like this is turning you on. Do you think you’re sneaky?”

you cant help but scoff, “You knew yet you didn’t do anything about it?”

“just wanted to see if you’d beg me” he states nonchalantly, pressing his hands on your thighs to spread them apart further, smirking as he sees the damp patch on your shorts. “do it, baby. beg me”

. . . 𝗝𝗔𝗘𝗠𝗜𝗡

“fuck, why is this so hard?” you hear jaemin curse under his breath from the kitchen and your brows pull together at the sound, peering your head around the doorframe to see your shirtless boyfriend staring down at a recipe on the countertop, palms flat against the surface and muscles bulging as he leans in to take a closer look.

he grumbles and curses again, mumbling something about the ingredients as he runs his fingers through his hair and let’s put a frustrated sigh, craning his neck back to reveal his adams apple.

the sight, undoubtedly, is arousing. seeing jaemin so worked up and cursing over something so simple has you feeling a little hot and bothered, bottom lip caught between your teeth as you watch him roll his shoulders back with a grunt and he goes to turn, seemingly heading towards the cabinets but stops in his tracks as he sees you, leaning against the doorframe with a familiar glint in your eyes.

“how long have you been standing there?”

“long enough” you answer, clearly checking him out as your eyes roam over his chest and down to his vline where the rest his hidden by a pair of sweatpants that hang from his hips. “what are you doing?”

“was hungry, tried following a new recipe” he explains to you with a grin, drumming his fingers against the countertop as he looks at you, gaze turning sultry. “although if you come over here and sit your pretty little ass down in front of me, i may be hungry for something else”

. . . 𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗡𝗟𝗘

“did you see that? that was such bullshit… what the fuck? how can someone be so dumb? so clueless? i swear, they do this shit on purpose. stupid fucking idiots—”

you’re salivating at the mouth hearing chenle curse out the players on the tv screen, too engrossed in the game to notice how much of an effect his rant seems to have on you.

chenle getting riled up over anything and everything is definitely one of your favourite versions of him, seeing the annoyance and anger swimming in his irises, face red and teeth grit together. he doesn’t get riled up at you per se, it’s at everything else that pisses him off. (even though sometimes, you do wish it was you, hence why you always act like a brat in the bedroom).

eyeing him up, seeing how his jaw clenches makes you want to push at his shoulders to lay him down flat and smother his face more than ever, and with his fists clenching at his sides makes you yearn for him to manhandle you in his grip and have you in any way he prefers.

but it was him clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth and poking at his cheek in frustration that makes you snap, hands gripping his shoulders and laying him back against the sofa cushions, climbing onto his lap and tugging his belt through the loops of his jeans.

“really? that easy?” he chides you, brow raising as if to say he was in disbelief. but with how he’s growing harder beneath your palm, you know he’s feeling the exact same way as you. “come on then, princess. sit on my face while i fuck your mouth”

. . . 𝗝𝗜𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗚

you’re supposed to be finishing up the latest episode of a tv show, promising to get it over and done with to spill your thoughts and theories with your bestie over text. but you struggle to complete the task when you can see jisung in the corner of your eye fiddle with his hands, twisting the rings that he’s wearing around his fingers and pressing down on his knuckles to crack them all while whispering lowly beneath his breath—lyrics of a song that sounds a little suggestive due to his tone.

you try to not take any more notice but you find yourself in a difficult position with him leaning against you and hearing the whispers so clearly in your ear and the movements of his fingers. you fidget in your seat, clearing your throat as you try to collect your thoughts all while the arousal builds, pussy clenching around nothing as you squeeze your thighs together.

“why’d you keep moving so much?” jisung suddenly asks you and you freeze, almost feeling a little silly at being caught.

“you’re distracting me”

he cocks his head to the side innocently, “i am?”

“yes” you nod. “i can hear you whispering the lyrics to that song and playing with your fingers… it’s distracting”

“is it?” jisung asks again this time, but his voice is low and sultry, causing you to turn to look at him in surprise as he smiles at you. “want me to whisper how much i want to fuck you in your ear while i finger you? i can do that if you want”

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luvyeni · 4 months

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ PUTTING THEM ON A SEX BAN — NCT DREAM ꒱

— cw. mentions of sex

request: I really love your work! 💌 Can I request where skz or nct dream they get a text from their girlfriend putting them on a sex ban? hehehe tysm!!!

authors note. i hope you like it 💕!

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justwritedreams · 2 years

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2000'S SONGS THAT REMIND ME OF THE DREAMIES

MARK: Hanging By A Moment by Lifehouse. Probably my favorite song of all time. That easy love that fills you in a way that it seems no other will be the same and that makes you happy to be in love. The kind that you want to give up everything you have and run to him without worrying about where to go and what to do. JENO: Badaboom by B2K. He gives me this vibe of sexy love that leaves you breathless and with goosebumps every time and the wide smile of someone who is falling in love hard. The one you just surrender without feeling an ounce of guilt because you really want it. HAECHAN: Impossible by Shontelle. The young and unforgettable love. The feeling of first love that no matter how much time passes, is always remembered, the kind that consumes you and living without seems really impossible and painful. The one you throw yourself into even though you know you have to be careful.

RENJUN: The Man Who Can’t Be Moved by The Script. The one you could never get over. Because it's that simplistic and intimate love that every little detail matters and without him everything seems to be colorless, miserable. That type that no matter the distance, hearts miss each other. JAEMIN: My Life Would Suck Without You by Kelly Clarkson. The one you can't live without. That light and silly love that really has a piece of you that would take all the fun out of your life. Letting go is not an option and you get attached so easily that it's impossible to imagine your life without. CHENLE: I’m Yours by Jason Mraz. That love that just happened, that arrives unannounced. That gives you that butterflies in your stomach every time, no complications, no denials. You accept without question because it's obvious. JISUNG: Yo (Excuse Me Miss) by Chris Brown. The love that started with a crush, a little shy and cute one that is rocked by the dance steps and that caught your attention. Younger and yet with a mature way that makes you bite your lip to hide that silly smile, the kind you would trust to hold your hand and lose yourself in the rhythm while the last dance is yours.

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catboyieejeno · 8 months

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nct dream reaction ˚୨୧⋆˚

sleepy sex with the dreamies

cw: no pronouns mentioned but reader has female anatomy, mature, explicit smut, although not explicitly stated—any somnophilia is strictly consensual, established relationship in all of these, little to no plot, oral sex, unprotected sex (this is fiction. pls protect urself), overstimulation, pet names, cum play/cum eating, spit, crying, just pure filth fr... all are pretty long... i got too into it...

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ mark

it doesn't happen often, but on nights where mark wakes up at an ungodly hour, squirming and coated with a layer of sweat, his first instinct is to look over in search of you. his cock is throbbing, painfully hard in his shorts. he had just had the most obscene dream about you, and now his tip was so sensitive that even the fabric brushing against it made him hiss and shudder.

instinctively, his eyes open and he blinks away any sleep that remains, knowing he can't rest under these conditions. he turns and lets his gaze land on your figure that lays beside him. even in the darkness, he can make out your form, shirt lifting to sit at the small of your waist. hesitantly, mark lifts the covers to reveal your bottom half, and he has to bite down on his lip to keep from gasping out at the view of your ass cheeks peeking out from underneath your shorts.

there’s a sense of shame that awakens within him when he circles an arm around you and presses his front into your thigh with a low groan. mark's hips have a mind of their own, wiggling incessantly until his breathing has grown erratic against your side.

"...mark?" you shift around a little, turning to face him.

"hey, baby," he mumbles. he leans to hover an inch or two above you, dipping down to let his lips press into your cheek. lazily, he drags them over the corner of your lips and your jaw, leaving a wet trail along your skin.

his hums are low, and not for one second has he stopped rubbing himself against your side. in a matter of seconds, the pre cum that leaks from his head has dribbled onto his gray joggers, and a soft sigh leaves his mouth. your brows dip until you blink in realization and look down, mouth parting.

"mark,"

"i need you so bad," he explains.

immediately, your thighs rub together and your mind fogs as his eyes stare into yours, low with sleep and dark with want. you can just make out his delicate features, soft and flushed as he blinks at you tiredly. his bottom lip is wet with spit or maybe drool, and you lean in to kiss it.

"please, i need you, too," you whimper, and he squeezes your waist tighter in response, pulling you closer until the two of you are chest to chest and your boobs are pressed flat against him.

he wastes no time pressing his mouth to yours and letting his tongue push past your lips, feeding you a lewd groan when your leg hikes up around his waist. your clothed cunt is now rubbing directly up against him, clenching around nothing.

"tell me what you want," his words are whispered against your lips, and he slides his hand over your ass, fingers brushing your shorts aside to slide between your folds and collect your slick, "woah, baby. you're so wet already,"

"can't help it," you mutter weakly, grinding down into his digits.

"you like my fingers? wanna ride them, baby?" he teases your entrance, but you shake your head, too distracted by the outline of his entire length pressed against your pelvis.

"no.."

you clutch as his shirt to pull him closer and he lets out a breathy laugh.

"use your words, babe," the sigh that leaves your lips when he flattens his fingers against your pussy makes his jaw go slack, eyes narrowing on your face. his dick twitches at the way your pupils are blown out and unfocused, your wetness squelching on his palm whenever he rubs you.

"please," you whimper, "i just want you inside of me, want you making me feel good.."

"since you asked so nicely," he's pulled down his boxers in seconds, hand pumping himself a few times before he rubs himself between your lips so he can use your arousal to slip in smoothly.

his tip, however, barely pushes into you before he's forced to bury his face in your neck, whining out, "baby, you're too tight, it'll hurt for you,"

"no, it's fine," you blurt, reaching for his hips, "please,"

you clench around him and he grunts, "let me stretch you out on my fingers firs-"

"please, please, please..."

he takes one more experimental thrust, teeth nibbling on your ear lobe, "you sure? i don't wanna hurt you,"

you nod quickly, slurred praises tumbling from your lips, "'feels so good, baby.."

"okay, okay," his hips push past any resistance and he squeezes his eyes shut as he bottoms out. the fluttering of your walls has him seeing stars, and he's desperately trying not to bust already.

when you beg him for more, he lifts his head from the crook of your neck and obliges, letting his pace speed up gradually although he's still careful to watch for any signs of your discomfort. he fails to find any, only your usual soft features molded into pleasure, giving away how you're barely holding it together.

your brow is pinched, eyes glossed over, pants and moans falling from your lips.

"you like that?"

a chant of yeses are whimpered against his cheek, which you lean in to kiss as the pressure in your stomach snaps and your orgasm washes over you.

"damn, baby, you're coming already?" he tries to tease you but he eats his words instantly, a dragged out moan rumbling from his chest at the feeling of your walls pulsing and contracting.

"baby, ease up—you're gonna, oh, fuck," he slows down, "you're gonna make me come if you keep squeezing me like that,"

"i can't, i can't control it.. keep going, please,"

he can't deny you, despite knowing he can't hold on any longer. his hips snap into yours and you cry out, coming a second time and in turn, pushing mark right over the edge.

he empties himself into you as your thighs start trembling, cum shooting from him and filling you up.

by the time he comes down, his tip is so sensitive that he can't even try to muffle the noises that are coming out of him. he's shamelessly whining out, gaze focusing only on your pretty flustered face. he's intent on keeping his movements from stuttering, so that you can savor every last bit of your orgasm, and he only slows down once your breathing fully calms.

both of you have worked up a sweat, foreheads pressed against each other and breaths mixed.

"that was..."

"i know."

"we should wash up," he suggests weakly, though his lids are already falling closed. you shake your head in protest.

"too tired, baby.. in the morning,"

mark is too exhausted to argue, too comfortable in your embrace to get up. his dick is still buried deep within your warm walls. he settles for staying still, wrapping his arms around you so he can hold you as close as possible, humming while you drift to sleep.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ renjun

renjun's wake up call this morning is unlike any other. his eyes open in slivers to guard himself from the harsh light that seeps in through the blinds. only for a moment does he think about going back to sleep but his idea fades as he realizes there's a weight pushing down on his lap, a blurry silhouette hovering over him.

"renjun? sorry for waking you..." you mumble, except you don't sound sorry at all.

your boyfriend lets out a dragged out, confused sound beneath you and you giggle, rolling your hips forward again to grind yourself along his length. there's a bit of drool gathered at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes are still swollen and puffy from sleep, but he's grown fully aware of your ruse by now.

he looks down at the spot where your bodies meet, watching through his slightly blurred vision the way your pussy lips part when his wet head pokes out. his dick is hard, pressed flat against his stomach.

"what's got you so needy this early in the morning?" he says quietly, bringing his hands up to grip your waist and thighs.

meanwhile, your hand slips between your legs to rub at your folds, "had a dream about you," your own moan interrupts you, "then, i looked over and noticed the tent in your shorts... i couldn't help myself,"

"i'm glad you didn't," he mutters. he rubs his eyes quickly and looks over to you again, letting his thumb roll over your nipple, "you look so pretty in the mornings,"

you blush at his compliment, "so do you," and lift your hips in order to guide him toward your entrance. with your lip between your teeth, you slide down him slowly. both of you breathe out in relief at the same time, and your lips pout slightly at the pleasure shooting through your core.

"nng-aah, w-wait." his hands fly to still you and you tense up.

"what's wrong-"

"nothing, i just-" renjun's eyes roll back slightly, "don't wanna come too quickly."

you smirk, "oh?" and lift yourself up again before sitting back down. instantly, your boyfriend brings his palm to his mouth, sinking his teeth down as the blood rushes to his cheeks and tip.

"i need you, jun. i can't wait any longer," you tease, and your pace picks up a bit. renjun tries to warn you again, but his words are slurred, unintelligible behind the hand that clasps over his lips.

his pretty eyes are hazy, and he's watching helplessly as you start bouncing above him. your moans and whines are driving him wild, and the way your walls constrict around him has his thighs trembling against the quietly squeaking mattress.

"i'm not gonna last," he breathes out, and you shake your head.

both of your hands come up to his chest for support and you lean down to kiss his cheek, "it's okay, you can come,"

and he does, before the last syllable even falls from your lips. he's practically whimpering as his dick twitches incessantly. the feeling is overwhelming, mind-blowing, and he decides that perhaps, he's coming so hard because he's barely awake. part of him hopes he's dreaming, only because it means he'd be able to do this all over again.

alas, he is awake, and when he opens his eyes again after his orgasm, you're lifting your leg to climb off of him.

"let's shower, yeah?"

"where are you going? get back here," he sits up, your wrist clasped in his hand, "lay down."

he guides you to lay where he did a moment ago, scooting down to place his face right between your legs. renjun doesn't even wait for you to get comfortable before his mouth is on your pussy, lapping up the mix of his come and your arousal from your pulsing hole.

your core throbs against his mouth and you squeak out at the lewd sounds of sputtering, grabbing at one of his hands to tether yourself. his other hand cups your breast, elbows keeping your thighs parted for him.

renjun's eyes flutter closed as he savors you, relentlessly working you until you cry out his name. drops of your release drip down his chin and onto the sheets and you writhe under his hold.

"yes, yes!" your pleas prompt him to shake his head and you gasp out, fingers pressing into his arms to push him off. he doesn't budge, though, too obsessed with your taste and the prospect of overstimulating you. the longer his tongue fucks you, the longer you come, until finally, he comes up for air.

your chest rises and falls in rugged pants, and he only smirks at your state.

"i'll start running that shower for us. how does that sound?"

"sounds good," you nod weakly, and he squeezes your hand.

"it's a shame," he sighs, and you raise your brow at him. he sighs again, "i ate all my cum out of you. i guess i'll just have to fill you up again,"

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ jeno

there's a strange and warm wetness between your legs, most notable when you shift around in your state of limited awareness and feel your thighs gliding seamlessly against one another.

your eyes peek open tiredly, blinking to adjust to the darkness around you. there's a bit of commotion behind you, familiar low grunts that seethe through tightened teeth. jeno lays behind you, body parallel to match your curved form. he was still at schedules when you had fallen asleep, and it seems you didn't hear him come in.

you continue to look around, quickly finding the reason for the slippery situation between your legs. when you glance down, you catch the sight of his angry tip, rhythmically poking out from between your thighs.

normally, jeno prefers engaging in sexual acts when you're awake. he likes watching you fall apart because of him, it gets him off that much faster. tonight, however, he couldn't help himself. when he got home and noticed you had fallen asleep on top of the covers in only a tank top and panties, his already semi-hard dick practically doubled in size.

he had managed to be silent; until now, that is.

"fuck, yes," his voice is strained, no louder than a whisper.

"j-jeno?"

immediately, your boyfriend sucks in a breath and stops his movements. he's quiet for a moment, but when you stir again, he realizes he didn't imagine your soft voice calling for him. he sighs out.

"did i– shit, baby. did i... wake you?" you'd bet anything that his black orbs are blown wide, cheeks red in shame from being caught.

the corner of your lip lifts and you instinctively reach between your legs, wrapping your fingers around his head and pumping a few times.

"s'okay," you mutter sleepily, letting your eyes close again.

he chokes out a needy mewl, "god, i need you so bad, i need to fuck you. please,"

"m'too tired, jen-"

"you don't have to do any of the work, pretty. just lay back, i'll take care of it," his words are cooed, muffled into your back where he rests his forehead for a brief minute. when you nod and whisper out a few soft pleas, he gives your waist a squeeze.

jeno shifts away just enough for his hands to tug at your waist, rolling you onto your back. he doesn't spare a moment, immediately settling between you and spreading your legs apart to see the mess he made.

the bit of light that bleeds into your room from the streetlamp outside bounces off your soaked thighs, coated in a mix of pre-cum and spit. your boyfriend breathes out shakily, bringing his tongue to your skin to lap up some of the wetness.

the pudge of your thighs feels warm in his hands, flesh rolling against his palm as he massages it.

"i love using you...so pretty, all mine," his index finger hooks around the fabric of your panties, shifting it aside to reveal your cunt. with a pleased hum, he licks up the bit of your arousal that drips down your ass, before laying his tongue flat against you. the muscle works you for a moment, slurping and licking until your arousal and his saliva are coating your entrance.

he nuzzles his face deeper still, nose bumping you deliciously and rubbing into your clit when you grind against him. your quiet squeaks are cut off when jeno pulls back, jaw tightening as he spits on you. he dives back in to kiss your pussy then leans back once more, observing his work momentarily until he decides he's satisfied.

hurriedly, he scoots up onto his knees, slapping his dick on your clit a few times, "i'm gonna fuck you now, yeah?"

you eagerly nod, breathing out shakily as he pushes your legs up and to your chest, literally folding you in half. his left hand is large enough to hold the back of your knees and keep your legs in place, while his right hand guides his tip to push into you.

"mmm baby, 'love how you fill m'up," he understands what you mean even though your words are slurred, and he hisses in response, snapping his hips into yours a little harder. your nails dig into his arm as you whimper, impossibly tight from not being previously stretched out. the burn is delectable, though—a plain reminder of how big he is and how no one else can stuff you quite the same.

the position he has you in allows his tip to nudge your cervix with every thrust until you're squelching around him, sobbing and coming so hard that your vision has turned white. your hand flies to your mouth, eyes squeezing out hot tears that wet your cheeks.

he tries to muster a smug laugh but his jaw goes slack as realizes he's much closer than he thought. some of your juices gush when he pulls out, using his hand to milk himself until he busts all over the backs of your thighs and pussy with a shudder, making his second mess of the night.

his groans are loud and throaty, drawn out until the last of his seed has dripped out of his slit.

"feel free to wake me up like that whenever," you laugh airily. jeno's eyes narrow into cute half moons as he mirrors your smile, chest heaving and glistening. he pushes his hair back, then swipes his palm down his abdomen to wipe away the droplets of sweat that had gathered on his pale skin.

"stay here, let me clean you up."

"it's okay, i can-"

"nuh-uh. i promised i'd do all the work," he bends down to kiss your forehead, "now, let me baby you."

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ donghyuck

"stay still,"

"sorry. just trying to get comfortable."

he hums drowsily, nuzzling his head between your head and shoulder, cheek squished against yours.

"hyuck.."

he shushes you sharply, turning his face to press a sleepy, wet kiss to your cheek. the arms that snake around your waist pull you in closer until your backside is pressing completely to his front.

there's no perceivable space between the two of you, which you would not have minded any other day. today, however, your boyfriend had spent the majority of his morning playing video games. by the time you woke up, he'd already been smashing his keyboard and yelling into his mic in the next room over for at least three hours.

meanwhile, you woke up alone in your bed, panties wet and stuck to your folds, fantasizing about having hyuck fill you up to start your day. his absence meant you were left to tend to yourself, but your fingers were nowhere near as nice as his and your orgasm was weak and underwhelming. as you waited for him to be done, you showered and had breakfast to make time pass quicker, but he still wasn't done. that was an hour ago.

hyuck had returned a mere 15 minutes ago, annoyed by his performance in the game and claiming he was "in desperate need of a power nap." he curled up to your back and closed his eyes with a satisfied sigh, entirely oblivious to your neediness. until now, anyway.

"stop wiggling around! i can't sleep," his speech is slurred and mumbled, and it's obvious he has begun to drift off.

you don't answer or slow your actions, though; instead, you let your lids flutter closed to pretend to match his sleepiness, and roll your ass back into him again. hyuck leans up on his arm to look at you with puffy lips and a raised brow. when you peek open an eye and grind back a little more blatantly, hyuck gasps and grips your hips.

"don't start something you can't finish, baby,"

"i've needed you all day, hyuck! you were off gaming... i had to take care of myself," you whisper-shout, despite there being nobody else in the room. hyuck's mouth parts, brow creasing as lust washes over his tired eyes.

"yeah? i was ignoring you all day, huh?" he leans down to lick the shell of your ear, breathing his next words into it, "let me make it up to you.. let me help my needy baby,"

your cheeks glow pink and you fidget a bit as he squeezes your ass, playing with the flesh in his hands. it doesn't take long before he's shimmying your bottoms down to expose you fully. there's a bit of struggle when the covers get in the way, but he's quick to lift them up. as soon as the material of your clothes and panties is just past your knees, he presses himself against you, grunting as his dick swells within his basketball shorts.

you, beyond worked up, reach back for his hand, dragging it over your waist and between your legs. as soon as he feels you, he laughs.

"hmm, what are we gonna do about that, now?" you don't even answer, letting your actions speak for you. you take your lip between your teeth, maneuvering his fingers to rub circles onto your needy clit.

"that feel good?" when you don't reply again, hyuck slaps your folds gently as a kind of warning, making you clench around absolutely nothing, "use your words," he insists.

"yes," you pant, "feels so good, b-but i need more,"

a sort of content sound rumbles from his chest before he takes his hand back. you almost whine out and complain, but as soon as he slides his shorts down and plunges himself into your wet walls, your whine becomes a gasp.

hyuck, perhaps from being tired still, starts thrusting into you at an excruciatingly slow pace—one you may have the patience to ride out another day. today, however, your cunt is throbbing and begging for a worthwhile release.

your movements start as sloppy squirms, the walls of your entrance swirling around the head of his dick. he looks down to watch the way his length disappears in you, but his eyes roll back when you find your steady and quick rhythm. his hand flies up to hold your boob and his teeth graze your neck.

normally, hyuck is quite vocal, but the moment your ass cheeks start audibly slapping his thighs, pussy taking him insanely well, the moans and praises begin fall from his lips with zero restraint.

at one point, he's even louder than you.

"push that ass back into me baby, fuck."

"hyuck, i'm-" but you don't get to finish that thought, wrapping your fingers around his wrist as you come around him with a yelp.

he holds your hands tight against your chest as you come, whispering sweet nothings into your skin. when he's sure you've milked your release by the way your desperate grinding slows to a stop, he returns to his lazy pace, fucking into you deeply and tenderly.

"so good," he purrs, eyes fluttering closed.

"come for me," you mumble tiredly, and hyuck weakly laughs, digging his nose into your hair. his eyes squeeze shut and you hear the whine that gets caught in his throat when he obliges, stilling and releasing his warm load into your walls.

for a second, you think he might stay there and drift off, but he pulls out and moves to quickly tug your panties up before his cum can spill out of you. he pats your pussy over the soaked through cotton then snakes his arm around you, letting his eyes fall closed.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ jaemin

you will never fail to be impressed by your boyfriend's ability to sleep through seemingly anything.

in fact, despite how long you've dated, there's still no way for you to rationalize this special skill of his; it's practically a talent, and its infuriatingly frustrating. you don't care to admit it out loud, but you are, and always have been, beyond envious.

on days where jaemin goes to bed after you've drifted off, you're always stirred awake by the way the mattress dips to accommodate his tired body. regardless of how gentle he is, how quietly he pads over, lifts the covers, and slips into his side of the bed, he will always wake you up.

it's not like it bothers you! it's something neither of you can help, and you remind him of that every time he holds you close and mumbles that he's sorry for disturbing your rest.

but somehow, here you lie between his legs, hot tongue swirling around his swollen head and licking his slit, and your boyfriend lies completely still, chest rising and falling evenly. he's oblivious to your devious ministrations, even when you start taking him fully into your mouth, moaning and stroking him with your fisted hand in an effort to wake him up so that he can fuck your brains out.

it isn't until you've started trailing kisses along his thighs that he flinches slightly, his muscle twitching under your lips as if whatever you were doing tickled.

"jaemin, please..."

he hums, but he doesn't seem to be fully conscious yet.

"jaemin," you whine. nothing.

alright, fuck it. without thinking it over twice, you bare your teeth and sink them down less than gently on his thigh.

"ah, shi-" jaemin hisses and sits up a bit, leaning back on his elbows. when his hand lifts up the cover and he sees you, he sighs out.

his tone is teasing, the pitch of his voice deeper than usual from sleep, "tsk, tsk... you're so bad,"

"sorry," you giggle, "i've been trying to wake you up for a few minutes now."

"is that right?" he flips the covers away and brings a hand to your chin, his other arm going behind his head, "show me what you were doing, then?"

you hum and bring him to your lips, poking your tongue out to swipe along his shaft.

"fuck, that feels-" he pauses and gulps, "i'm so sensitive,"

"i know," you spit on his tip and pump him a few times, watching how his tired eyelids flutter closed, "like i said, i've been at this for a bit."

"mhm, don't stop. feels good,"

"yeah?"

he nods, gripping your hair to push you down. when he hits the back of your throat, he flexes his thighs, falling back onto the mattress. his free hand is on his stomach, stroking up and down his abdomen that tightens whenever you hollow your cheeks.

"so good to me, baby doll,"

you hum and he echoes you, and you can tell from the way he twitches in your mouth that he's getting close. just as you start bobbing up and down, he pulls you off, replacing his dick with his thumb that pushes down on your tongue.

"what kind of boyfriend would i be if i didn't make my baby come after she sucked me off so well? come sit on my dick, baby."

your pussy clenches and you moan around his digit, nerves buzzing with excitement. when he retracts his thumb, a string of saliva stays behind and he brings his spit covered finger to play with his slit.

he watches as you kneel, knees digging into the mattress as you peel off each item of clothing hurriedly. when you spin around to face his feet and straddle him, jaemin's laughs. his hands come down to slap your ass, keeping each cheek in his grip to guide you down his cock.

"i love this view," he comments, landing one more slap and soaking in the way your skin ripples from the impact. you lean forward to grab his knees, whining out when he thrusts up a few times.

every time his hips meet the bed again, his shaft glistens in your juices, and it only drives him to rut into you faster, to fuck your warm, gummy walls even harder.

so, he does, and he doesn't stop until his balls are slapping up at your clit and you're babbling out a string of praises.

"fuck, fuck. oh, i'm gonna-" jaemin's words get caught in his throat as he comes inside of you, triggering your orgasm. when you squeeze him, he huffs out, blinking away the sweat in his eyes so he can watch the way your head rolls back and your mouth parts in awe.

"that's right, baby," he reaches of your wrists, pulling your arms to rest on his chest so that your back is arched.

"jaemin, you're s'deep," the new angle is delicious, and he doesn't stop until your fluttering walls are so sensitive that the tears have been drawn from your eyes.

exhausted, you fall to lay beside him. his arms pull you close to his chest and he leans up to press a kiss to your lips.

"well, that was quite the way to start our day, huh?"

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ chenle

"poke me again, chenle, and i swear to god-"

"what? what are you gonna do?"

you don't answer, simply settling for turning your back to him and tucking the covers under your chin.

"hey," his finger prods at your hip for the umpteenth time, "i asked you a question,"

"chenle, i'm trying to sleep."

"you don't even work tomorrow," he grumbles, scooting closer. you don't know, but the hand that isn't being used to poke you is tucked deep into his boxers, cupping his dick and balls and occasionally massaging them.

once again, you don't reply.

"babe," he snaps. maybe if you ignore him long enough... "babe! babe, babe, babe, baby, babe, ba-"

at once, you flip around, wrapping your fingers around his throat, your other hand slapping over his mouth.

"chenle, i'm actually going to fucking end you," your hair fans around his face and he gulps under your palm.

"not gonna lie," he squeaks, "this is kinda turning me on," you scoff, eyes trailing down his arm to find it tucked away into his groin.

"perv," you flip back around with a huff, but this time, what pokes you isn't his finger.

his member, which he pulls out through the crotch hole, probes your bare ass cheek a few times, smearing his pearly pre-cum all over your skin. he tucks his face into your shoulder, kissing the skin on your neck.

"come on," he whines a bit, "didn't you like choking me?"

"chenle..." your tone is feigning annoyance, but your thighs are starting to press tighter together. tentatively, chenle slides closer, wary of your short fuse. he's careful to not push your limits, trailing his lips along your skin softly.

you hum out quietly, almost reluctant to give in, and he snickers.

"don't hold back. i want you just as bad." when you crane your head towards him, he kisses your lips, maneuvering your panties to the side in a smooth gesture, "this okay?"

"yes. please, chenle," you breathe into his mouth when he pushes into you, sliding into your warmth. his fingers tap your thigh so that you can hike your leg up. as soon as he has better access, his thrusts grow a little more eager, and as you grow wetter, the sound of him fucking you echoes around the room.

the sheets tangle between your fingers when he pushes all the way into you. he stops like this and you yelp out, completely stuffed, his balls pressed against your needy bud.

a strangled sound comes from chenle's throat from the way your walls are involuntarily fluttering, milking and massaging his length in random bursts. when it becomes a bit too much to sit through, he starts his pace again.

the pressure starts building in your abdomen in no time, but it doesn't last long; before you can fully relish in the feeling of your creeping orgasm, chenle's dick is out of you.

"fuck this," before you can say anything, his hands are turning you around to face him, pulling your leg up and around his waist, "wanna see you," he's explains quickly, then he's back inside of you with a wet squelch, gripping your hip hard enough to leave a bruise. at the way his eyes dig into yours, your jaw goes slack.

"a little more," you purr, and he snaps his cock into you harder, only realizing you've started to come because your voice has cut out and you've stopped breathing for a second, vision blurry from the wave of pleasure. the grip your hands have on his shoulders is deliciously tight, and you try tugging him closer.

chenle grunts, "where do you want it?"

"i-"

"baby, i'm gonna come," he chokes out, "where do you want it?"

"can't make a m-mess," you sigh out, "jus' changed the sheets,"

"baby," he urges and you nod, unintentionally squeezing his dick even tighter.

"inside! inside, please!"

his thrusts falter as he releases, painting your insides with streams of his seed. his smugness doesn't waver. he comes inside of you until he's pumped you full of every last drop, just as you had asked, and then instantly scoffs, laughing at your fucked out face.

"and here you were talking so much shit,"

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ jisung

whatever prompted you to drift into your state of unconsciousness with your legs spread open, jisung doesn't know. what he does know, is that his long and slender fingers are now buried in your cunt, coated in your arousal, and pumping in and out of you slowly.

he hasn't yet decided if he wants to wake you with his actions because part of him wonders if he could make you come in your sleep. so far, with the reactions your body has given him, he thinks he might just be able to.

upon first finding you like this when he woke up from his nap, jisung's dick swelled up in his boxers, tip leaking precum and jolting eagerly in need.

he remembers you mentioning that you wanted to be touched in your sleep, but your boyfriend had never before found an opportunity so perfect to fulfill your fantasy.

he wanted to, but every time he intended to wake you up to his tongue, or his fingers, or even his cock, you had fallen asleep with your legs were pressed together. he knew you might wake up if he repositioned you at all, and he was a bit embarrassed to get caught before he’d even gotten started. today was unlike any of those days, though.

today, your thighs were perfectly sprawled apart, showcasing your pretty folds that barely hid under your shorts. unable to keep himself from such a convenience, jisung brought his index finger to toy with your clit a little, just out of curiosity. in seconds, he noticed the shiny wetness that gathered at your entrance. when he slid his index finger in you and found no resistance, he let out a shaky breath, and that's how he found himself where he is now.

his index and middle finger are stuffed knuckle deep in you, free hand groping his own cock. he's been keeping track of each miniscule change in your body language and currently, his jaw hangs open at the way that even in sleep, your tight pussy is gripping his fingers like a vice, fluttering when he dares to curl his digits and rub your sweet spot.

your lips, which were previously pressed together, are now parted, and your eyebrows are pinched down at the center, almost in confusion. your breathing is faster, too, and he's moments away from ditching his plan to make you come like this.

he's itching to fuck your cunt fast with his fingers, to wake you up and make you come hard until you've soaked his forearm, but then, he hears you mumble something, and he decides to pick up his pace only a subtle amount.

"mmm, ji," you wiggle a bit, "feels good,"

"does it, baby?" he whispers, but you can't answer. you're not awake yet.

he adds his ring finger and your mewls grow desperate, your hands reaching across the bed for anything to grab. jisung knows you well enough to know you're close. he's made you come countless times before, and this wriggling is precisely what you do before you come undone.

ever so carefully, he brings his mouth down to connect to your clit, and as soon as he does, you gasp, eyes blinking open as you finally realize what's happening.

"holy shit, i'm coming," you moan out. your hands disappear into his hair, finally having something to hold and tug on as your back arches and your toes curl. when his teeth graze your bundle of nerves, presumably from the accomplished smile on his face, your leg makes its way over his shoulder to pull him closer, and the two of you hum in unison.

jisung is shamelessly fucking the mattress now, stalling himself so that you can ride out your high on his face and digits. he loves pleasing you just as much as he loves getting off, and the look that you give him when you finally come down has him reeling. his balls are fucking full, and he's so close that he thinks he could come right then and there.

you're shaking with overstimulation, face slightly puffy from sleep. your cheeks are bright red, your pupils are dilated, and the cutest little tired smile is playing on your lips. when you tug his hair gently, he understands it as you pulling him to you.

obediently, he withdraws his fingers and wipes away your wetness from his chin, attaching his mouth to yours to kiss you deeply and desperately.

"was that good?" he mumbles against your lips. you giggle and he does the same, pulling away to look you in the eyes.

"that was fucking great," you kiss him again, "but i wanna make you feel good, too."

"i'm close, but i just wanted to wait until i was inside you,"

with a soft grin, your hands tug his hips closer and jisung kneels with your thighs resting over his own, perfectly aligned with your sopping wet folds.

"fill me up, ji. such a good boy," he groans, both turned on and embarrassed at the same time from the nickname. he knows you're sensitive, so he slips in slowly, and that's all it takes for him to release his thick white cum into you. his head falls into the crook of your shoulder, and you rub his back as he thrusts shallowly, savoring his climax.

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