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#chenle one shot
niki-phoria · 3 months
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THE MOMENTS I AM WITH YOU ARE ALWAYS SPECIAL EVERY DAY
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pairing: chenle x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 384
notes: not proofread pls forgive any mistakes, reader is implied to be shorter than chenle, happy holidays !!
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“this is horrible.” chenle furrows his eyebrows in frustration; his hands continue to clumsily wave through the tangled mess of wires that make up your christmas lights. “i can’t believe you convinced me to do this. next year i’ll buy you one of those pre-decorated christmas trees so i don’t have to go through this again.”
“but doing it together is what makes it fun!” you bite back a laugh as more poorly silenced grumbles fall from the man’s lips. daegal sits beside you; her tail incessantly drags on the floor as she joins you in excitedly watching chenle struggle with the lump of led lights and dusty boxes of ornaments you had dragged into your living room. 
standing from your previous position on the couch, daegal trots after you as you reach down to grab the forgotten end of the lights. she weaves in between you and chenle as you twist around the tree in tandem until it’s finally covered in what looks like hundreds of little glowing stars decorating the grand fir in your living room.
stepping back, you wrap your arms around chenle’s waist. a soft sigh escapes him as you lean your head against his shoulder blades. “thank you for setting up the tree, lele. it looks beautiful.” 
“not as beautiful as you,” he teases, twisting around to face you. his hands rest comfortably on your hips as you lean in, pressing a thankful kiss against his lips. chenle is quick to react, reaching up to cup your cheek with his hand and deepening the kiss. 
a soft flush lingers on both of your cheeks when you pull away, tugging him with you until you’re both laying on your couch. your head rests against his shoulder; your legs slightly intertwined. 
“there’s tinsel everywhere,” chenle murmurs, though his words lack any real venom. daegal’s paws dig into your legs as she carelessly steps across your bodies before finally settling to lay in the small space between the two of you. 
you chuckle, reaching around her to rest your hand on chenle’s waist. he reaches around you, carefully wrapping a blanket around your legs. “we can clean it later. i just wanna nap with you right now.”
he hums, leaning down to press a kiss against your forehead. “whatever you want, baby.”
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blu-joons · 2 years
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BEST FRIEND NCT A⇴Z HEADCANON ⇴ Zhong Chenle
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A ⇴ ATTENTION
He would pretty much always find himself paying attention to you just because it was what felt like instinct for Chenle. It was as if there was a magnet on you quite a lot of the time that just drew him towards you.
B ⇴ BICKER
Having a bicker wasn’t something that the two of you were particularly big on, it wasn’t something that happened often. The most you’d usually do was mutter under your breaths as you didn’t like to let the other one hear you when you were having a go at one another or say it aloud to start something unnecessary.
C ⇴ COMFORT
He would always be with you when you needed comforting, Chenle would talk to you all night long if that was what he needed to do for you. He didn’t mind if it meant not going to sleep, most of the time he couldn’t sleep anyway because he was too busy worrying about you and wanting to solve your problems for you.
D ⇴ DISAGREEMENTS
Neither of you were big on disagreements, you both were pretty good at squashing an argument if it felt like something was starting. You knew the signs, as did Chenle, and so when one of you suggested changing the subject, the other person would always disagree. If it was something particularly troubling, then you’d stall it and talk about it sensibly when you were both feeling a little bit calmer.
E ⇴ EARLY YEARS
It took a little bit of time for the two of you to settle around one another, but once you began to bond and notice the similar interests that you had, it made things a lot easier. You found yourselves getting along because you could talk about the same thing and add to the conversation by asking the other whether they knew a certain thing attached to that interest, and if they didn’t, then you’d tell them about it.
F ⇴ FAMILY
Chenle’s family could never quite describe just how much you meant to them, knowing that Chenle had you was a huge comfort to them all. Anytime that they got to talk to you, they always let you know how much they liked you and how they couldn’t wait to see you again so that they could treat you and thank you for being there for Chenle, keeping him company and making sure that he was healthy too.
G ⇴ GETTING TOGETHER
He loved to invite you to his place when Chenle wanted to hang out with you, he was very cautious about being out with you too often and allowing you to get swarmed by fans. Being able to close out the rest of the world by staying at his home and away from everything was definitely Chenle’s favourite thing to do.
H ⇴ HABITS
The two of you had a habit of knowing exactly what the other person was going to say. Quite often you would finish each other’s sentences, much to the surprise of others around you, but never to the surprise of each other, as you always had a pretty good feeling of what the other person was hinting at.
I ⇴ INSIDE JOKES
Together the two of you had many inside jokes, you kept them written in a list too so that you could make sure that you never forgot them. When the two of you were talking about the past, or if you wanted to try and make the other person smile then you’d get the list up and talk about your favourite jokes.
J ⇴ JEALOUSY
He couldn’t help but be quite judgemental of your other friends, Chenle only wanted the best for you, and that included the people that you surrounded himself with. He never wanted to consider himself as jealous of those around you, but Chenle would certainly take the time to get to know them and form an opinion of them based on what he saw, even if he decided to keep that opinion to himself.
K ⇴ KICKS
Chenle got a kick out of knowing that he was your best friend. It was little things like how you’d turn to him when you needed help or someone to make you smile before you turned to anyone else that meant the most to him, getting a great deal of satisfaction from knowing that he was your number one person.
L ⇴ LOVE
He loved how easy everything was with you, conversation, enjoyment and laughter was never forced when Chenle was with you. Things between you both could best be described as effortless, you knew how the other one worked, what they liked, when they were feeling down, all of the little things that added together to make getting along with one another pretty much the easiest job that either of you had.
M ⇴ MEETING
The two of you first met when Chenle first signed to as SM and you were working there. You noticed that he seemed a little lost, and through the language barrier you tried to point him in the right direction, bumping into him a few more times and helping him before eventually introducing yourself properly.
N ⇴ NONSENSE
He loved the fact he could be himself with you, he never had to be conscious or worry. It took a bit of time for him to get that comfortable around you, but as soon as he was, Chenle never held back after.
O ⇴ OBSESSION
Chenle was obsessed with your kindness and how you were such a good friend to him. He felt lucky more than anything else to have such a good friend in you who was always there for him when he needed you.
P ⇴ PRECIOUS MOMENTS
Seeing you with his family were always the moments that meant the most to Chenle. Even if you were talking to them over the phone and struggling to understand because of the dodgy signal, he still loved to just sit back and see the smile that was on your face and the smile that his family had too.
Q ⇴ QUESTIONS
If he had something he needed answering, you were the one that he turned to. You were smart in his eyes, and he knew that if he ever got confused that most of the time you were the one who could help him out.
R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS
In the spare room of his apartment, Chenle had a box under his bed of your things so that you always had the essentials whenever you suddenly decided to spend the night at his. He invited you to stay so often that the box saved you from a lot of wasted journeys back to your place to pick up a few things.
S ⇴ SUPPORT
Without his family always there to cheer him on, Chenle relied on you a lot to be that voice to give him a boost when he needed it. Whenever he was beginning to doubt himself, you were the first person that he called, letting you know that he was nervous, and then letting you reassure him not to be.
T ⇴ TRIPS
Nothing made him smile more than the first time that he was able to take you home, Chenle was so proud to introduce you to all of those that meant the most to him as his best friend, he had a huge smile on his face.
U ⇴ ULTIMATE
He was lucky beyond belief to have you, which was something that those around him often made sure that Chenle knew too.
V ⇴ VISITS
Most of the time Chenle would invite you to his place when he was bored, even if you were far away, he’d send a car to go and get you, trying his best to counteract any excuses that you tried to give him to not visit.
W ⇴ WISDOM
He prided himself on being helpful when you were struggling and would bombard you with advice to help you solve your concerns.
X ⇴ XXXX
The two of you weren’t massive on affection with one another, you tended to hug or poke each other, but it was never really anything too dramatic from either of you as that wasn’t really your styles.
Y ⇴ YOU
You were his support, Chenle turned to you whenever he needed a boost.
Z ⇴ ZZZ
Having his home place definitely made it easy for Chenle to offer you his place to stay when you hung out. He loved having you there for company quite a lot of the time, letting you stay for as long as you wanted.
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writtenbymkl · 11 months
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how the dreamies respond to “can you buy me pads”
featuring: all of dream x fem!reader
genre: comedy, fluff, horror (jk)
- a/n: i had this idea bc the pads i use literally DISCONTINUED their regular ones for CHARCOAL so now idk what to do bc i dont like any other brand , im rly considering getting my tubes tied at this point, like i dont even want kids anyways 😖
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3raaaachachacha · 10 months
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3:49 pm
Zhong Chenle x female reader / 500 words / angst / fluff
Warnings: mentions of insecurities
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"Babe?" You mumbled against your boyfriend's chest, "Can I talk to you about something that's been on my mind for a little while?" Chenle chuckled at your shyness before holding onto you and allowing you to continue.
"I don't know where to start, or how to say this, but I'm just going to go with it. Honestly, when I got myself into this relationship, I didn't realize it was going to be this hard," You said honestly to your boyfriend as you laid in bed together, "I love you, Chenle, I really do, but your parents are so involved in our relationship that it feels as if I'm always being judged or whatever I do is never good enough."
"I promise you, it's not like that! I know it may seem that way, but it's really not," Chenle tried to explain as he held you tightly, lips brushing against your temple.
"How can you be so sure? All the arguments you have with your family, always fall back on me. Your parents are upset are you for spending money on me and they tell you it's not worth the money to come and see me? How can I not think it's about me?"
Chenle didn't say anything because deep down, he knew you were right, but he never wanted to admit it because he loved you. He loved you no matter what got in the way, and as selfish as it was of him sometimes, he didn't want you to know the truth. He didn't want to see you hurting.
"I know we have cultural differences, but I think this is a little more than that?" You sighed as you sat up and looked down at him, "I spoke to my friends and they said the same, it's partially culture related, but the rest is your family being very full on? I don't even know. I don't want you to hate me for telling you how I feel or what I think."
"Hey," Chenle cooed as he sat up, fingers brushing away the stray tear that fell, "I don't hate you, I could never!"
You cried a little harder at his words as you fell into his arms and held him tightly, "I know you may not see this as progress baby, but it really is. Every day I'm trying, I feel like I'm getting somewhere to changing their mind slowly about something," He tried to explain, holding back his tears at your shaking body, "I know it's not ideal and I know you can't help but feel invalid, but please understand my situation too and know that not a second of the day goes by without me fighting for us.
You nodded against his chest in understanding. Despite not totally agreeing with where things are at, you could at least give it a bit more time before making a decision about what to do next. At the end of the day, your love for one another is what's important.
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dongrenhecate · 1 year
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gonna be writing content on here eventually! :)
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tyonfs · 10 months
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the marriage and baby project
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❝ this thing cries? god, what a cockblock. ❞
PAIRING ▸ mark lee x fem!reader
GENRES ▸ smut, fluff, crack, angst, college au, sort of a fake dating au, sort of a roommate au
WARNINGS ▸ profanity, sexual tension, mark is a virgin, reader is a born again virgin(??), dirty talk, big dick mark agenda, golden hour reference ifykyk, oral (m. receiving), protected sex this time, also no real babies were endangered during the marriage and baby project just a robot one
SUMMARY ▸ mark lee has had the biggest crush on you for years, so, naturally, he’s over the moon when you’re both partnered for a group project. however, he underestimates just how close two people can get when they have to pretend they’re married for a month while taking care of a fake baby.
PLAYLIST ▸ nonsense by sabrina carpenter • golden hour by mark 
WORD COUNT ▸ 13,291 words
AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ IT’S HERE! reparations for mark sort of?? anyways i hope you guys like it ♡ part of the dunk shot! series but can be read separately
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MARK LEE HAD TERRIBLE LUCK.
At this point in his life, it was almost set in stone. In some parallel universe, there was an eleventh commandment reinstating this. He had friends like Park Jisung to tell him that his misfortune wasn’t that bad, but following a chain of recent events (and walking into plenty of awkward moments), Mark concluded that not only was his luck complete shit, but his best friend was a complete liar, too.
These series of unfortunate events only worsened when Mark found out he was paired with you for a group project.
Not just any group project, but the marriage and baby project. Over the next four weeks, you and Mark would play the role of a (hopefully) happy, married couple. Together, you two would be responsible for a fake baby that mimicked the real needs of an actual infant. At the end of the unit, the professor would grade him based on his parent logs and by gauging if the RealCare Baby doll was still in good shape.
The only reason why Mark took Family and Consumer Science was because his friends told him it would be an easy A for a general education requirement he needed to fulfill. No one clued him in on having to become a married man and father.
“Hi, Mark,” you greeted with a smile, sliding into the seat next to him. “I guess I’m Y/N Lee for the next few weeks.”
He felt his heart drop to his stomach.
Here was a brief rundown: you were essentially a femme fatale, a drop-dead gorgeous it-girl; and Mark was a loser who was somewhat good at playing basketball. On top of that, Mark harbored the biggest crush on you since forever.
Forever dated back to high school. The first time he laid eyes on you was during the only other class you two ever shared: AP Literature. Introductions were on the very first day, and when everyone went around sharing their passions and interests, Mark couldn’t take his eyes off of you when you gushed about how much you loved gardening.
Although Mark never spoke to you much, he had always thought you were the most breathtaking individual he had ever seen. That was probably why he was malfunctioning right now. He had never gotten the opportunity to be around you like this, mostly because you were dating Vernon Chwe up until last year. All he could do was admire from afar helplessly, eyes lingering as you strode down hallways.
Chenle told him that there was a definite shelf life on relationships like yours and Vernon’s—relationships that were mostly physical—so he was confident you two wouldn’t last. And he was right. When you and Vernon broke up, Mark felt bad seeing your teary eyes, but an ugly part of him had been waiting for it to happen.
This situation, however, was like winning the lottery. Not only was he partnered up with you, but he had to play the role of your husband? Things like this never really happened to Mark, so he figured some misfortunate was coming his way soon.
“Hey, Y/N,” he managed to get out.
“I like your hair today,” you complimented.
“I didn’t do anything to it.”
Somewhere, in the depths of Mark’s subconscious, a metaphysical Zhong Chenle was screaming, “She’s flirting with you, dumbass!” whilst stabbing Mark with metaphysical pitchforks lit on fire.
“Come up and get your babies,” the professor, Dr. Han, instructed. “These RealCare infant simulators use wireless programming to track and report on your behaviors, which is why I had you all sign those consent forms.” She held up one of the dolls for everyone to see. “I’m not gonna require you all to keep your dolls in a car seat, but I will be able to see records of misuse, clothing changes, temperature changes, whether you’ve rocked, fed, or burped your baby, or respond to its cries.”
Great. He had to walk around campus with a plastic baby. Mark’s friends were never going to let him live this down.
He wondered if the RealCare infant could play basketball.
He turned to face you again. “Do you want a boy or girl?”
“Mark Lee,” Dr. Han chided, and he nearly jumped when he saw her standing right beside his desk. “You don’t get to choose the gender of your child in real life, so I’ll be randomly assigning each couple a baby.”
“I don’t think we’ve considered the possibility of gene editing.”
“You can take that up with Congress.”
She handed Mark one of the dolls, and he assumed he was now the father of a girl when he saw the pink onesie. He also got a bag with several care items for the baby, and he shuddered at the thought of having to leave basketball practice to change his baby’s diaper.
“What should we name her?” you asked, peering over at the plastic bundle of joy.
“How about Paula?”
Mark paused after you went silent. All he could think of was the character from Earthbound when he suggested that, and you were probably too nice to say that you hated it.
You hummed in thought. “Hey, she shares a name with one of the characters from Earthbound.”
Pause. You, of all people, knew the cult classic Super Nintendo Entertainment System RPG, Earthbound? You knew Earthbound? If Mark didn’t already have a crush on you, this would have been the moment that made him fall for you hard.
“W-wait,” he stuttered pathetically. “You play Earthbound?”
“I did as a kid,” you explained. “I don’t remember much of it now, though. Paula was one of the main characters, though, right?” You scooted your chair a little closer. “So, are we naming her Paula?”
“Yeah, we can do Pau—”
“Group three has claimed the name Paula for their baby!” their professor announced. “The rest of the groups can come up and write the name of their baby on the board.”
“Who else was thinking of Paula?” Mark muttered, looking back to see said group, consisting of Jung Sungchan and Shin Yuna, who were fiddling with their baby.
You two eventually decided on naming your baby Frisk, which was the result of talking about other indie RPG games. Thankfully, the name wasn’t taken by the time Mark claimed it on the board, so you two were set with your newly-minted family. The professor had told every couple to come up with a plan on taking care of the baby, so you and Mark figured out a schedule before leaving class.
“So, I’m taking the baby back to my apartment, right?” Mark clarified while he walked with you down the hallway. “I have basketball practice right now, but if you could take care of her until I’m done, then I can take her home.”
“Where’s home?”
“Uh…” Mark was blanking. “My apartment?”
“Where is it?”
“Like, the student apartments on Sixth Street—Room 301.”
“Alright, I’ll head over there. I have to stop by my place to pack first, though.”
“Wait… what?”
“We’re married now, right?” You cocked your head to the side, as if you were confused. “Give me your keys. I’ll wait for you at home.”
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Maybe Mark was downright stupid, but he handed over his keys to you without a second thought.
He handed over the keys to his apartment. You two weren’t even that close for him to trust you so wholeheartedly, and here he was, acting like he had no other care in the world, no concept of safety.
For some reason, he only realized how irrational this was halfway through basketball practice. When Johnny Suh passed him the ball, he figured out mid-dribble that there was a possibility that you could rob him.
What would you even take? His deodorant? There was a pretty sweet air fryer in the kitchen that his parents got him, but it wasn’t expensive enough to rob someone’s house for. Mark was definitely in over his head because he was 100% confident that he didn’t have anything of value to you.
“Dude, are you good?” Zhong Chenle asked, patting his back firmly. “You’ve been off all practice.”
“I’m a married man now,” Mark muttered.
“Oh, nice,” Chenle replied, feigning interest before leaning over to Kim Jungwoo and whispering, “Get him some ice for his head.”
(“On it,” Jungwoo affirmed.
“Bro, don’t actually get me ice,” Mark tried, looking defeated as he watched Jungwoo walk away.)
He shot Chenle a withering look. “It’s the marriage and baby project.”
Those were the only words his best friend needed to hear. After all, it was Chenle’s fault that Mark ended up in that class, anyway. If he didn’t suggest it for Mark’s GE requirement, then Mark probably wouldn’t have had to suffer through an entire semester of it.
“Who’d you get?” Chenle asked, a wide grin stretching across his face as he pried for information.
As of late, Chenle had been overbearing about Mark’s love life. His friend was constantly pushing him to talk to girls, despite Mark’s insistence that he didn’t want to talk to anyone but you. Of course, even after declaring that, he had never actually made a move on you. He was far too shy and you were far too pretty.
“Y/N,” Mark muttered.
“Y/N,” the point guard repeated, staring his friend down until his eyes were big as discs. “The Y/N? The one you’ve been crushing on since forever?”
“Yes,” Mark replied pointedly, “and let’s not make a big deal about it because absolutely nothing’s going to happen.” After recalling his conversation with you earlier, he paused for a second before adding, “Even though… nevermind.”
“What?” Chenle pressed.
“Nothing.”
“Don’t pull that shit on me. You know I can see right through you.”
“Okay, fine.” Mark huffed lightly. “She’s crashing at my place until we’re done with the project.”
“Don’t lie to me either.”
“I’m not lying!”
“Mark, I’m not an idiot.”
“Dude, I’m serious,” he insisted, but there was no convincing Chenle until Mark had actual, physical proof. “When have I ever lied to you?”
“Remember when we played Two Truths and a Lie, and you—”
“Okay, clearly lying is required for Two Truths and a Lie, so that doesn’t count.”
“Well, that’s true.” Chenle rubbed the back of his neck. “I guess you don’t have any reason to be lying about this, but there’s no fucking way Y/N, of all people, is living with you. That’s gotta be straight out of a rom-com.”
“You’re living with who?” a voice called from behind Chenle.
Johnny Suh, captain of the basketball team and one of Mark’s best friends, strode over and slung an arm around Chenle’s shoulders. He had quite a few inches on both of them, and it made interrogations far more intimidating. This was exactly the time when Johnny would start grilling Mark for more information. Unlike Chenle, Johnny was persistent.
“Y/N,” Chenle answered before Mark could start denying. “They’re paired up for that lame baby project.”
Johnny raised his brows, impressed. “Dude, it’s your chance.”
“Chance for what?”
“To get pus—”
“Don’t say that!” Mark exclaimed, cheeks burning bright red. He felt like he was going to faint from how embarrassed he was. “I like her in a very… a very respectful way.”
“Oh.” Chenle snorted. “Good luck with that.”
With that, Chenle made some comment about being parched, and he jogged off to the water fountain. Mark’s eyes followed him, but his face was set in a frown. His friend’s good-natured comment seemed backhanded, and Mark had a weird feeling about it. So, he turned to Johnny.
“What’d he mean by that?”
Johnny grinned. “He means Y/N’s going to break you.”
(Jungwoo, who had been gone for a majority of the conversation, approached the trio and said, “I brought the ice pack.”
Mark could only sigh. “Jesus Christ, Jungwoo.”)
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chenle (douchebag #2): did you break yet?
mark: no
johnny (douchebag #1): did you break yet?
mark: no
chenle (douchebag #2): how about now?
mark: no
Naturally, gossip traveled faster than light, so the entire basketball team soon found out about Mark living with you. Everyone seemed to agree that you would break Mark, too, so they all started placing bets on when it would happen.
Johnny was betting on a week, but Chenle held out hope, wagering ten dollars on Mark lasting a week and a half. Mark still had no idea why they thought you were going to break him, but he was starting to understand when he walked into his apartment to see you in shorts and a bikini top.
“I was gonna go to the community pool,” you said. No greetings, just straight to business. “I can take the baby with me, if you want.”
Mark was too distracted by the two suitcases by the door to respond, though. He just glanced from you to the luggages for several seconds before he asked, “You were serious about living here?”
You tilted your head, confused. “You don’t want me to?”
“No, it’s fine, just…” Mark shook his head. “It’s nothing. Enjoy your swim.”
“You’re not coming?”
“Uh…”
“Come on,” you urged, grabbing his hand and tugging him a little closer. “You can watch Frisk while I swim.”
He swallowed hard. Something about you being in minimal clothing and getting in water didn’t seem like it would bode well for Mark. His seemingly innocent crush on you was now tainted, like ink blots splotching white paper, growing bigger and bigger.
“Sure,” he ended up saying. Mark decided not to go against you for now; he would use this opportunity to find out what the fuck was going on in your head. “I’ll put my backpack away real quick.” When he got to his room and flicked the lights on, he raised his voice so that you could hear him. “By the way, I can take the couch! You can sleep on my bed.”
He set his backpack next to his desk, but when he turned back to head to the living room, you were standing right at the doorway. His heart jumped a little in his chest, and he was sure your stay would result in him being predisposed to cardiac arrest. The RealCare baby was nestled snug in your arms as you frowned back at Mark.
“Married couples sleep together,” you said.
“B-but we’re—”
“We’ll have to go to couples therapy if you’re gonna be so distant.” There was a hint of a smile on your face, and Mark couldn’t tell if you were joking or not. All he knew was that you were crazy. Crazy and incredibly hot. “That can’t be good for the baby.”
You must have been hellbent on breaking him.
“Yeah, okay,” Mark breathed out. He supposed he would have to sleep with all his clothes on for the next few weeks. “That works for me.”
“Great!” you chirped before taking Mark’s hand and grinning. “Rub sunscreen on my back?”
The sun wasn’t even out.
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Mark decided he wouldn’t tell Chenle or Johnny shit.
The moment you shimmied off your shorts at the poolside, Mark was pretty sure you were already breaking him. It was bad enough that he let his hands linger when he rubbed sunscreen on your back (with no sunlight to be seen), but your bikini bottoms were offering him too good of a view. Mark distracted himself with his phone, feigning a sudden interest in tomorrow’s weather when he felt a splash of water against his cheek.
He looked up to see you on the poolside, smiling up at him coyly. “You have to hold our baby with both hands.”
“Sorry,” he mumbled, shuffling to put his phone away and move the doll into a more comfortable position.
“Sit,” you insisted, patting the concrete right in front of you. “It’s no fun if you just watch.”
Mark nodded and kicked off his Nike slides to the side. He sat down at the edge of the pool carefully, adjusting Frisk in his arms so that she wouldn’t get wet, and he dipped his feet into the water. He didn’t expect it to be so warm, but he was glad that he had an excuse to explain why his face felt so hot.
“Hey, can I ask you something?” Mark started, meeting your gaze with his nervous one. When you hummed inquisitively, he continued, “Why are you so into this whole marriage and baby project? I mean, I don’t think any of the other groups are going this far for a good grade.”
He thought his direct question would leave you unnerved. Instead, you just smiled.
“I don’t know,” you said. “I just feel like it’d be fun to be Mark Lee’s wife for a few weeks.”
“And… so you wanna live in my house?”
“Of course!” You straightened up, looking visibly shocked. “I’d feel horrible for Frisk if she had to be raised by separated parents.”
“Oh, uh, right.” Mark was still befuddled, but he nodded along to your words. “So, what else are you planning? I’m not gonna wake up to breakfast in bed, am I?”
“That depends.” You leaned closer and Mark could hear his heart thumping in his chest. “What’s your definition of breakfast in bed?”
If Mark was good at keeping a straight face earlier, he certainly wasn’t doing so hot right now. After realizing the implication in your words, his jaw hung open comically. He didn’t have the mental capacity to string any words together and formulate a response. There was just white sound ringing in his ears.
“You good?” you asked.
“Yeah.” He cleared his throat. “I just feel hot.”
“Then why don’t you come swim with me?” You grabbed his hand and tugged gently, encouraging him to get in fully. “The water’s nice.”
“What about Frisk?”
“Frisk will be perfectly fine. It’s just for a bit.”
Mark let out a shaky exhale. He didn’t want to get his hopes up or anything, but this offer felt like it would quickly escalate if Mark engaged. Alarms went off in his head. He knew this was much too fast for him to keep up with, but his body moved against all rational thought. Before he could stop himself, he was already putting Frisk down.
He pulled his shirt up and over his head.
You were eyeing him like a hawk, taking in his toned body as he revealed more skin. Mark almost felt shy to undress himself in front of you, but he quickly realized how much more nervous he was going to feel once he was actually in the pool with you.
With a light grunt, he lowered himself into the water. The smell of chlorine overwhelmed him for a moment, but then Mark was focused on you and how cool the water was. It did feel nice, as you told him, but now he was terrified of getting an erection.
Once, Mark walked in on Jeong Jaehyun fucking a good friend of his in a hot tub. That was how he knew pool sex was not out of the question.
“Whoa,” you mumbled, reaching out to run the pads of your fingers down Mark’s abs. “You’re so ripped.”
He tried not to shudder under your touch and instead opted for a laugh. “Are you lying to make me feel good?”
“What?”
“Like…” Mark was fumbling for words, rummaging his brain for something that didn’t sound stupid. “I feel like you’re just saying stuff to get in my head.”
“Get in your head? Why would I do that?”
His throat felt dry when he swallowed. “I don’t know,” he mumbled before clearing his throat and saying, “I just feel like you’ve never shown this much interest in me before, so…”
Your face clouded with puzzlement. Mark wondered if you were offended by him questioning your genuinity, and he seemed to be correct when you pulled back with a frown. Your hand dropped back to your side, yet your touch still lingered across his skin.
“You’re cute, Mark,” you said simply, as if you were stating a known fact. “There’s no way girls haven’t told you that before.”
No, girls hadn’t told him that.
Perhaps Mark was overshadowed by the rest of the basketball team members, but he never experienced girls flocking to cheer him on like they did for Johnny Suh. He was never the one to stay back to talk to someone who had been eyeing him the whole game. Sure, Mark got a few looks here and there, but no girl had outright told him that he was cute.
Until you, he supposed. He had received a lifetime of attention from you today. This was quite possibly the most significant point of his college experience so far.
Whenever Mark and his friends talked about girls, he would always quietly listen. He never had much to share, especially not when Jungwoo had stories that rivaled Casanova himself. No one cared enough to hear about Mark’s pure little crush on you when they could hear about the threesome Jungwoo had with two cheerleaders.
Plus, you had been with Vernon for so long. Mark held his tongue most of the time out of respect. Even if you weren’t part of the conversation, he didn’t want to talk badly about Vernon just because he liked you. It would have been pathetic of Mark to talk big when, in reality, he was a coward.
“Only you,” he replied in a soft voice, almost embarrassed.
You looked genuinely shocked when you asked, “Really?” That coy smile returned to your lips when you shook your head and moved to wrap your arms around Mark’s neck. You simpered, “Poor, poor Mark. You really have no idea.”
“Idea of what?”
He shivered when your breath tickled his ear. “Any girl would kill to be in my shoes right now.”
That had to be an exaggeration. Mark didn’t condone murder. Plus, you were barefoot.
“I have a feeling,” you continued, “that you’re not as innocent as you pretend you are.”
Was that the impression Mark gave off? It wasn’t that he was trying to present himself as some goody two shoes, but he was far tamer than the rest of his friends.
But maybe you were implying something else. Something more carnal.
If you were implying that Mark hadn’t let a single dirty thought rack his brain, then you were gravely mistaken. Mark Lee was still a man—a man who oftentimes thought with his dick. Of course, he tried his best to never think of you in indecent ways, but what good was his willpower when you were stripped down to a bikini in front of him?
Mark let out a shuddering breath and held you back by your shoulders. “Y/N, I don’t think us being this close right now is a good idea. We’re in public, like—”
“So?” You laughed, moving his hands from your shoulders to your waist. Mark had to keep his large hands from fidgeting, especially when you moved in so close that your chests were nearly touching. “I don’t see anyone else out here.”
“Someone could walk through those gates at any moment.”
“Then I hope they enjoy the show.”
One could call you desperate.
Mark wouldn’t call you that, though. There was no desperation in your tone; you were just confident—someone who marched to the beat of their own drum. It was like you had zero shame in any of the things you said, so Mark wouldn’t dare call you desperate. Especially not when he liked you too much for his own good.
There was no way he could resist your advances, not when you were looking at him with those bedroom eyes. Mark could only close your eyes and anticipate what he had been waiting for his entire life when you started leaning in.
Right when your lips neared his, though, Mark heard a splash right next to him. At first, he brushed it off, but then the gurgles and cries snapped him out of whatever trance he was in. The mechanic wailing made his heart drop to his stomach.
“Oh shit,” you whispered.
Your maternal instincts kicked in when you dunked your head in the pool to save the plastic baby. Mark, on the other hand, turned around with a scowl. He leaned over the poolside and shook his head in dismay.
“This thing cries?” he muttered to himself. “God, what a cockblock.”
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“Uh… is it okay?” Mark asked, trying to wrap his head around why you looked so distressed over the fake child. “Or, well, are you okay?”
“It?” you repeated, scowling at Mark’s unintentional dehumanization of the robot infant. “You’re referring to our baby as an it?”
“Sorry.” Mark hoisted himself up and out of the pool. He sat beside you to examine the doll, and it seemed as if the RealCare infant was still in good shape. There was no noticeable damage done by the water, so you two seemed to have lucked out. “I’m sure nothing’s gonna happen to our grade. Maybe she’ll think we gave her a bath!”
You didn’t meet Mark’s eyes, and your voice was no louder than a whisper when you said, “Hopefully.”
“What’s wrong?” He placed a hand on your shoulder and squeezed gently in an attempt to comfort you.
“I’m a horrible mother.”
“You’re not a horrible mother.”
“I am an utterly horrible mother.”
“It’s a doll, Y/N.”
“It’s our child, Mark!”
“If you’re a horrible mother, then I’m a horrible father,” he insisted. For a moment, you just looked up at him with perplexed eyes, so Mark sighed and sat down in front of you. He crossed his legs and placed a hand on Frisk’s plastic leg. “This means we can just learn how to be good parents together—little by little. We’re not gonna get everything right the first time. That’s how parenting works, right?”
Slowly, a smile crept to your lips, and Mark had never been so elated to see your eyes gleam so cheerfully.
“Thanks, Mark,” you said, punching his shoulder playfully. It actually hurt like a bitch, but Mark steeled his nerves so that he didn’t look pathetic in front of you. “You’ve really got a way with words sometimes.”
For a moment, he felt like this moment you two shared was almost beautiful. A little dispute resolved shortly after common understanding was the perfect thing to bond over. Sure, you were a little strange at first, but Mark was starting to think that maybe—deep down—you could be vulnerable, too.
But then you crushed his notion into shards of glass when you asked, “So, are you a virgin?”
Mark let out a strangled noise that sounded like a cat drowning. He lamely hit the center of his chest with his fist to regain his composure, but your sincere smile was already morphing into a smirk, and Mark felt like his world was capsizing. Once again, he had reverted back into a complete loser. His moment of glory was over.
“Um… define virgin.”
“Someone who hasn’t had sex,” you answered.
Oh, that probably made sense.
He tried to divert the topic with a pathetic whine. “We were just having a moment.”
“A moment has to end eventually.”
“You could’ve ended it with a gentler transition,” he grumbled, “but, yes, I’m a virgin.”
You frowned. “How?”
“What do you mean, how? I just haven’t had sex.”
“But we had a baby together.”
“A plastic baby for a group project,” Mark deadpanned. He wondered when you would ever stop blurring the lines between fantasy and reality, even though it amused him. He turned the question on you, asking, “Are you a virgin?”
He knew damn well you weren’t, but you replied, “Yeah.”
Mark narrowed his eyes. “No, you’re not.”
“Yes, I am.”
“Y/N, I’m not stupid.”
“I’m a born again virgin.”
“Oh my God.” He wanted to die. “You are not a born again virgin.”
“I’m not sure you can make that decision for me.” You then grinned like a Cheshire cat, a clear indication that you were going to say something that would wind up having you redirected to a psychologist. “We can lose our virginities to each other.”
Mark tugged a hand through his hair and, almost embarrassed by how choked up his voice sounded, whispered, “Are you insane?”
“Maybe so.”
And Mark ended up laughing. Laughing hysterically to the point where he thought he was going crazy. He probably looked and sounded like a madman, but you were eerily calm. You had finally pushed him off the edge, and he hated to admit it, but he was certain that you had finally broken him. It only took less than a day for you to pull apart the strings of his sanity—an impressive feat, really.
Except you hadn’t broken him quite in the way Johnny and Chenle were probably expecting. Whatever it was you did spurred Mark Lee to grab you by the back of the neck and lean down to kiss you hard.
And when he pulled back, breathless and frazzled, your lips curled into a grin that could make flowers bloom and birds sing.
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And, so, it carried on like that for the next week.
Mark and you lived together for an entire week with not too many complications. Sure, he was getting irritated from the baby waking him up every night, but it wasn’t as terrible as the intense sexual tension that he could do nothing about.
You would always subtly make a move on Mark, who would attempt to reciprocate and proceed to either get interrupted by Frisk or something else. So, Mark would wait until you were asleep to jerk off in the bathroom. He knew that you would be fully willing to help him out, but he still couldn’t tell what your intentions were, so he felt unsure about starting something with you.
However, that didn’t stop Mark and you from making out with each other whenever you could. After the first kiss, you two couldn’t get enough of each other. Mark was eager to run his hands down your body while yours were dangling loosely around his neck. You would practically jump into his arms, allowing him to carry you until you were pressed against a wall or thrown onto his bed, and then he would lose himself to the taste of your lips.
Until Frisk would start crying again.
“Anything noteworthy?” Chenle asked during practice, dribbling his basketball while keeping his gaze fixed on his best friend.
“I kissed Y/N again,” Mark said, “because she was driving me crazy… again.”
“As one does, I guess.” Chenle threw the ball to Mark, who caught it swiftly. “Good job, dude. Maybe you’ll finally get laid.”
That was how Mark’s updates had been going for the past week. Chenle was more impressed the first few times, but now his response seemed scheduled, like he was expecting it.
The first night was truly the strangest encounter. After you and Mark shared a frenzied kiss, he took off his jacket to cover you up after noticing the goosebumps running down your arms. Then, he walked you back to his apartment (and sprinted back to the pool afterward because he left Frisk at the poolside).
The heated poolside kiss offered the perfect opportunity for you and Mark to spend the night together, but he couldn’t get a grip on himself. He ended up tucking you in his bed and sleeping on the couch. It took a while for him to fall asleep, though, because all he could think about were how soft your lips were against his.
But it was all so wrong.
Mark felt like he was the punchline of some sick joke. Whatever you were doing to him was messing with his head, and he couldn’t seem to figure out if there was any genuinity in your actions. Sure, you two shared a fraction of a moment when you started breaking down over the plastic baby, but it was almost immediately shattered by your frivolous question.
From being the pathetic college student who pined after you for years to becoming the object of your every desire, Mark was quite confused. He was questioning every single word that slipped from your lips, every action that threw him in for a loop. It was painstakingly miserable.
“I don’t wanna get laid like that.” Mark scowled. “Especially not with our baby crying every other minute.”
Chenle’s eyes widened, and he stopped dribbling the ball after Mark threw it to him, choosing to tuck it under his arm. “Whoa. Sounds like you’re not very happy.”
“Great observation, Chenle. Maybe psychology’s up your alley if statistics doesn’t work out.”
Chenle chose to ignore the jab and pointed out, “You don’t normally argue back like this.”
“We should start calling you Sherlock.”
“Dude, you’re mad.”
“I’m telling you she’s crazy, not—”
“No, Mark, you’re mad,” Chenle repeated. “You’re angry. I’ve never seen you heated before. You usually just take whatever comes at you, or you just laugh these things off.”
Mark sighed heavily. “I guess parenting takes a lot out of a person.”
“Maybe this is a good thing,” Chenle tried. “Maybe now you’ll get over your weird obsession with Y/N.”
“I don’t have a weird obsession with—”
Mark felt a firm hand on his shoulder, and he turned to see Johnny Suh standing right behind him. The basketball team captain’s eyebrows were raised.
“Trust me, dude,” he said, “you do have a weird obsession.”
Mark spluttered, offended. “Does everyone think this?”
He looked around to see most of the basketball team members nodding in agreement, but they looked away and got back to their drills as soon as Mark made eye contact with a few of them. Mark had never felt so distressed in his life, not even when Jisung’s stupid cat ate his pet goldfish last year.
“Mark!” a voice echoed from the entrance of the gym. His head whipped around to see you sauntering over with Frisk in a baby carrier. “You’re taking the baby home today, right? I’m going to the gym for an hour.”
Mark felt like an idiot for fixating on the way your gym shorts hugged your thighs deliciously. He could only think of how he would just tear them off if no one else was around. Maybe he could have you ride his thigh—
Actually, before that, Mark needed to move past first base with you. It was difficult getting more than five minutes together when parenting duties arose.
He was starting to see why everyone thought he had a weird obsession.
“Uh, yeah,” he stammered out while taking Frisk from your arms. “I’ll take her home after practice ends.”
“Alright, thanks,” you replied, getting on your toes to peck Mark’s lips gently before turning on your heels. “Bye, babe.”
“Dude, she’s insane,” Chenle said in awe as he watched you head out of the gym.
“Insane,” Mark affirmed, “and so fucking hot.”
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Later in the day, when you had finally put Frisk to sleep, Mark decided to bring up what you did in front of the entire basketball team. It had been on his mind all day; not because you kissed him but because you kissed him in front of his friends. Screwing around privately was much different from being affectionate in public.
“That was quite the stunt you pulled earlier,” he mentioned. When you responded with a questioning hum, he clarified, “Kissing me in front of the entire team.”
You were preoccupied with your reflection in the hallway mirror, messing with your hair to see what looked better. Mark was trying not to ogle so openly at the gym shorts that you were still wearing. He was almost starting to feel guilty for thinking such dirty thoughts.
“Oh, well, I saw the way you were looking at me,” you said, “so I just did it.”
“Looking at you?” he asked thoughtlessly, and then he only realized you had turned around because he couldn’t stare at your ass anymore. Now he had been caught and shame was burning on his face. “Uh, sorry, I was just—”
“You’re looking again,” you observed.
“Yeah, I’m sorry, I just—”
“You don’t have to apologize, Mark.” You walked over and straddled his thighs, as far back as possible so that you were sitting more on his knees. This was bad; Mark was going to get a boner if you kept this up. “You can just make it up to me.”
“I got a really big, um…”
You smiled in that coy way that made all the blood rush to Mark’s cock, painfully tenting his pants in the most uncomfortable way. “Got a really big what?”
He swallowed thickly. “Problem.”
“Need any help with that?”
Mark let out a happy sigh and his words spilled out faster than he could even process them. “Haven’t even taken you out for dinner yet.”
“Mark.”
“It’s the principle of the matter. I mean, I guess I made you ramen the other night. That has to count for something, right?”
“Mark.”
“No, that can’t count for anything. I have to actually pay for a proper dinner at a proper restaurant with—”
“Mark!” you exclaimed once again, and he snapped out of his ramblings to look down at you. All the blood was rushing to his cock when he watched you slowly lower down to your knees. In a softer voice, you asked, “Do you need any help or not?”
“Please.”
His voice came out with an edge of desperation. Mark didn’t know he had it in him to beg like that, and it would have embarrassed him if he wasn’t already yearning for you. While you didn’t directly tease him, the little curl of your lips made Mark’s face feel hot.
Your fingers slid past his waistband, and you started tugging at his pants with one hand while the other worked on his zipper. Mark rushed to help you, unable to contain how eager he was to feel your pretty lips around his throbbing cock. It was almost painful how he ached for you.
All he wanted was for Frisk to shut the fuck up for ten minutes—just ten minutes—so that he could receive the head of his life. Mark made a silent prayer that the robot baby wouldn’t start crying for milk and interrupt the moment like it always did.
Once you and Mark finally managed to yank his pants and boxers down to his ankles, you knelt back down and stared at Mark’s cock, watching it twitch sporadically. At first, he worried that you were underwhelmed by the size—maybe even having second thoughts on giving him a blowjob.
It was when he noticed your shy body language when he decided to ask, “Everything okay?”
“You’re so fucking huge,” you said after a moment of hesitation. “Like, I’m almost worried I won’t be able to take it all.”
Sometimes, Mark truly couldn’t tell if you were real or some sort of manifestation of his every desire and fantasy.
He started to lean toward the latter after he watched you lean forward to spit on the head of his cock, moving your hand up and down his shaft to lubricate him.
With a few experimental kitten licks to the head of his cock, you wound up taking his head into your mouth. Mark let out a groan immediately, internally begging you to just stop teasing and take the rest of him in. His cock was nearly throbbing from all the teasing. If you ever decided to really edge him, he would be a goner.
“Y/N, please,” he mumbled, cupping your cheek with his hand to urge you to take in more.
Your soft lips, painted cherry red, moved down on his cock. Mark couldn’t even think straight as you swirled your tongue around his length, taking your time along his thick veins. A breathless laugh escaped his lips; he was desperate—needing more.
Mark’s face was pinched in pleasure, trying to conceal the deep groans that dared escape his throat. He ended up giving in, though, because your tongue snaking around his girth was almost too much for him to handle. Then, you started to speed up, which Mark suspected was encouraged by his moans.
It felt as though the walls were crashing around him, so Mark stood up, leaving you perplexed and looking up at him with his cock still in your mouth. Somewhere between that, he managed to kick his jeans and boxers off his ankles completely. You were still bobbing your head back and forth, and the sight was breathtaking.
So, Mark did the only thing he could think of, and he grabbed a fistful of your hair at the back of your head and started bucking his hips into your mouth.
You let out a muffled cry, although it was clear you were enjoying Mark taking charge by the way you gripped his thighs and hollowed your cheeks out. There was a fire burning in Mark that he had never ignited before—something that woke him up, or woke something in him up.
“Yeah? You like that?” he taunted. Mark never expected such filthy words to come from his mouth, but he couldn’t help himself. “You’re such a good girl for me.”
Heat prickled his skin, and Mark had never had someone get him off, but he was sure this was it. Countless nights of beating off couldn’t compare to this moment—not when it was you, on your knees, looking up at him with those hazy, glazed-over eyes. Mark ran his thumb over your lip, smudging your lipstick further, and then it was all over for him.
Tiny shocks of pleasure coursed up his spine, and before Mark knew it, he was cumming in your mouth with zero warning. The feeling was so intense, all at once, and then it started subsiding. Aftershocks of pleasure came in waves, but Mark was so drunk on the feeling. He probably should have mentioned his incoming orgasm to you, but now he couldn’t even think properly as he watched you swallow down his load.
You stayed on your knees, keeping your gaze fixed on him as you pulled your lips off his cock.
Mark groaned at the sight. “Fuck,” was all he could muster before he knelt down and reconnected his lips with yours in a rushed kiss.
Dizzy. Hot. Frenzied. Mark felt like his surroundings had melted away, and the world was just you and him. He pulled you up to your feet, keeping his palms on your cheeks, and moved you carefully to his bedroom.
You pulled away to take off your shirt as you sat at the edge of Mark’s bed. You and Mark had cuddled a few nights on the same mattress, but being able to fuck you was completely different. Even though your dynamic was already strange, sealing the deal like this would change everything.
But Mark wasn’t complaining.
“You know,” he decided to admit as he pulled off his t-shirt, “the guys think I have some sort of weird obsession with you.”
“Well, are you?”
You kicked off your pants, and you were left in a black lingerie set that Mark couldn’t take his eyes off of. The way the fabric hugged your every curve made his brain go haywire. Maybe it was because Mark was a virgin, but he was freaking out and you two hadn’t even gotten started.
In response, Mark nodded. “Yeah, a little.”
You smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down on top of you. Mark’s lips were slow on yours, lazily slipping into your mouth and licking as he pleased. He sighed happily into your mouth and felt his heartbeat skyrocket when your smile grew against his lips.
This kiss deepened, this time with more fervor, and Mark groaned into your mouth when he felt your nails rake down his back. He spread his slender fingers out to run his hand down the front of your body, shuddering lightly once he was at your stomach. Any lower and Mark would be in dangerous territory.
You pulled away to ask, “Are you nervous?”
“This is my first time,” Mark replied, “and it’s a little scarier doing it with someone who’s more confident than I am.”
“I’m actually pretty nervous, too.”
“You are?”
“Yeah, because I was going to ask you not to fuck me.” You pulled him closer so that you could press a kiss to his jawline. “I want you to make love to me.”
Mark’s jaw went slack at your words. All of a sudden, he wondered if the passage of time moved slower because five seconds of watching you shy away felt like an eternity.
Mark was uncertain. He had always been uncertain of many things in his life. He wasn’t very confident in himself, which was something he was working on. In fact, he was still half-expecting you to walk out on him at any moment.
But Mark was certain of one thing: He liked you a lot, and he wanted to give you anything you wanted.
He leaned down to brush his nose against yours. “You’re sure?”
“Positive.” You grinned before attempting to wriggle out of his grip. “Let me get on top so I can help you, Mark.”
“O-on top?” he stammered, and he wanted to hit himself for sounding so pathetic. It seemed to get a giggle out of you, though, so his worries washed away.
Mark sat back against his pillows. His blushes normally started at his chest before creeping up to his collarbones, so he really hoped you wouldn’t be able to see just how flustered he was. It was impossible to contain when you crawled toward him, though, sitting up on his lap and wrapping your arms around his neck.
“Condom,” he reminded in a whisper.
“I have the implant.” You held up your arm and pressed down on the fleshy underside. “Wanna feel?”
“Um…”
“Come on, touch it,” you urged. “It’s like X-Men, except my mutation is no fertilization.”
“What if I accidentally turn it off?”
“Pretty sure it doesn’t work like that, Mark.”
Mark allowed you to take his finger and poke the contraceptive in your arm. He didn’t know what he was expecting, but his eyes went wide when he realized how hard it was. He loosened his grip on you so that he held you more gently with careful hands.
“It doesn’t hurt?” he asked, frowning.
“Yeah, it’s fine,” you said with a smile. “Why? Are you worried?”
“I don’t wanna hurt you,” he said. “I just wanna make you feel good.”
You took Mark’s hand and moved it down to the apex of your thighs, sighing softly when his fingers brushed against your clothed cunt. Mark started with gentle prods before his fingers were nearly clawing to get your thong off. He wanted nothing more than to drown his fingers in your cunt.
He pulled out to undo your bra slowly, moving the straps down your arms first before he snapped the band behind you. A sigh fell from his lips when your bra slid down your body, and he quickly tossed it aside so that he could really look at you.
“Take off your thong,” he mumbled, tugging at the band eagerly.
You raised your hips and Mark helped you remove your last garment, and when you were completely bare in front of him, he was sure he could die a happy man. His fingertips ran down your body, looking at you with perplexed eyes, like he was trying to figure out if you were real or some otherworldly being beyond his imagination.
You lowered onto him slowly, and he tipped his head back and groaned as you did. Mark couldn’t explain how he felt. The squeeze was slightly painful, but feeling you all around his cock was wonderful. His eyes went a little unfocused as he stared at the spot where you two were joined, and Mark found his fingers digging into your hips.
“Jesus, Y/N,” he rasped out. “You feel so fucking good.”
“I can set the pace,” you whimpered out, although you already looked way too caught up in your own pleasure to move. “Just give me a second. You’re so b-big.”
“Then I can do everything for you.”
Mark didn’t hesitate before he grabbed the back of your thighs and flipped you around so that he was suspended over you, using one hand to keep himself up while the other was gripping your hip. The swiftness caused him to bottom out unintentionally, and it left you both gasping and moaning at the deeper penetration.
He started thrusting at a steady pace, breath hitching every time he watched your face twist and contort in pleasure. Mark slipped out a few times and had to regain his rhythm afterward, but soon he was starting to get the hang of it. The feeling was phenomenal; he felt like he was breathing in stars that exploded into little supernovas in his head. And it was even harder to keep his composure when you looked so fucked-out underneath him.
Mark’s hand flew up to grip the headboard, and he laughed a little breathlessly because this was what he dreamt of for years. This was the very image of his wet dreams of you, and it was unraveling right before him. Those fantasies, though, couldn’t hold a candle to the real thing.
Neither of you were much of talkers—just far too lost in each other’s bodies to do anything but moan and whine. When your legs wrapped around his waist, Mark felt impossibly deeper inside of you. Each thrust felt like an electric current running under his skin. The buildup of pleasure was making him feel hotter and hotter until he felt like he would explode.
Mark had never been into spirituality, but he truly felt like he had ascended to some higher plane when his nerve endings met rapture and he came inside you. The release left him breathing hard, almost stuttering to a stop before he realized that you still needed to cum, and he sped up again to get you to your orgasm. Still, he was slow enough that you could feel his thrusts deep inside of you. Right where you needed him.
“Mark,” you breathed out, but no other words were forming on your lips. You reached out without any sense of direction, so Mark lowered his head to kiss you with more assurance than he had ever felt in his life.
One hand on the headboard, one fighting down your hips, and his body pressed flush against yours as he made love to you. Mark admitted that he had gotten a little carried away at first, but now he wanted to go as slow as you needed.
“T-that’s it,” you gasped out. “Right there.”
You arched your spine, and Mark held the small of your back to keep you there while you fell into your orgasm. He fucked you through your orgasm, sparing your lips for the time being and showing your neck some love so that he could hear your delightful moans. He made sure that you were able to ride your high out for as long as possible, releasing his grip from the headboard so that he could rub your clit in small, precise circles.
The room soon fell silent, and Mark just watched your chest rise and fall with a small smile. He tucked your loose strands of hair behind your ear and leaned in for another kiss.
And, since the universe wanted Mark to be miserable, Frisk started crying again. Her mechanical wails were heard in the distance.
Mark let his head drop, burying it in the crook of your neck before he sighed heavily. Then, he rose up again to gather his garments from the floor. You did the same with great reluctance, and this was probably the first time Mark had seen you so frustrated to deal with Frisk. There was unspoken tension in the air, but you both knew your project grade had to be dealt with first. Aftercare could come later.
“I’ll get the baby,” he muttered.
Just as miserable as he was, you nodded in understanding. “I’ll get a clean diaper.”
As Mark was walking down his hallway, he froze dead in his tracks and his eyes widened.
“Wait,” he announced, and he was confident the stars aligned and constellations formed for this pivotal moment, “I found the clit.”
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On a Friday night, Mark decided to take you to get ice cream instead of going home straight after basketball practice. It had been a rough week, so he figured you two needed a break. Frisk had been crying nonstop all night, and it was causing you both to lose sleep. It had gotten to the point where Mark’s eye bags were so dark that it looked as if someone had punched him on both sides of his face.
“What’s your favorite flavor?” he asked, hands in his pockets as he firmly held onto his phone. He needed to pull it out as fast as he could before you tried to pay for the ice cream. Thankfully, Mark was quick with Apple Pay.
“Mint chocolate chip,” you said. “You?”
Mark’s nose scrunched up at the thought of eating mint chocolate chip ice cream willingly. “Mine’s cookies and cream.”
“Why are you making that face?”
“Because mint chocolate chip is terrible.”
“No, it’s not!” you argued. “Cookies and cream is literally the most basic flavor.”
“Well, at least it actually tastes good. Can’t really say the same for your dairy toothpaste.”
Thankfully, you were so adamant on defending your low quality ice cream flavor that Mark was able to pay for your ice creams without you noticing. The cashier even chuckled at the banter that kept going back and forth, not even stopping when Mark whipped out his phone to pay for the two cups.
“We literally have nothing in common,” you continued bickering, not ceasing even when you and Mark got a table outside. “I hate basketball, I don’t like gaming—and those are pretty much the top two things you love!”
“I thought you played Earthbound.”
“I did, but that’s different. You play first person shooter, not RPGs.”
Mark shrugged. “That’s fine. I don’t like shopping or watching Single’s Inferno, so I don’t expect you to like basketball or gaming.”
“But what do we talk about then?” You sighed. “We have absolutely no common interests to talk about.”
“We’re talking fine right now, aren’t we?” He paused to wipe the smear of ice cream off your bottom lip with his thumb, and then proceeded to lick it clean himself since there were no napkins nearby. “You had a little something.”
“Oh, thanks,” you replied, blinking several times before you snapped back into reality. “Are we talking fine? We were just arguing over ice cream flavors.”
“I’m not having a bad time, though,” he said with a shrug, scooping some ice cream into his mouth. “I liked you even when I knew jack shit about you.”
“You did? Since when?”
“Uh…” Mark was sure his cheeks had gone bright red. “Like, one or six years ago?”
“One or six?” you asked, eyes wide as saucers. “That’s a very big timeframe.” You were deep in thought as you ate your ice cream, pondering on his words before asking, “So, like, high school, right?”
Mark nodded shyly. “Around then—yeah.”
You laughed, and Mark’s face grew hotter from embarrassment. It was like he was being made fun of, like you thought his feelings were some spectacle to laugh at. Maybe you were going to say he was “cute” for feeling that way or something, and that was probably worse.
But Mark pushed the discomfort down. He tried to believe that you were just so surprised that you couldn’t help but laugh. It didn’t matter, anyway; you two were mostly good now.
“Yo,” you said, frowning as your eyes unfocused. “I feel like we’re forgetting something.”
Mark chewed on that thought for a moment before he frantically leapt to his feet. Panic bubbled in his chest when he realized what—or who—exactly they were missing.
“The fucking baby’s still in the car.”
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Mark had not ever felt such intense parental fear in his life.
Well, he supposed he hadn’t felt parental fear ever, actually. Not until he realized he left his robot baby (which happened to be 45% of his grade) in his car. Three spine-chilling minutes that made Mark question whether he was even any good at being a dad.
But, when Mark looked over to see how panicked you looked, he realized that you both had something in common. The two of you looked absolutely crazy, sprinting to the parking lot in a desperate attempt to get to their robot baby.
Honestly, Mark felt like his life wouldn’t be as fun without a little crazy.
It was a few days after the car incident when Mark decided to take matters into his own hands. So what if you two had no common hobbies? That didn’t mean you had absolutely nothing in common. He concluded that if he couldn’t find something for you both to enjoy, then he would just do all of your favorite things until something stuck.
That was how he ended up dragging a planter box into his apartment. He had gotten it off Facebook Marketplace for a cheap price after two entire days of stalking the listings. Mark had to drive about fifteen miles to pick it up, so he hoped you would like it.
You looked up from the child development textbook you were reading with inquisitive eyes. Mark was a heaving mess from having to lug the planter box from his car. You set your book down and got up to see why Mark was lingering in the entryway.
“What’s that?” you asked.
He probably looked painfully awkward as he tried to carry the oblong planter box. Mark struggled for a moment before giving up and setting it on the ground, right in the middle of the living room. His mother would have scolded him for getting dirt on his floor so recklessly, so he made a mental note to vacuum later.
“We have nothing in common,” he said.
“Yes, I think we’ve already gone over that.”
“Yeah, but you’re living here. I’m not gonna make you miserable with all my gaming and basketball talk all the time.” Mark gestured to the planter box. “Since you like gardening, I figured you could at least be entertained by this.”
You didn’t respond for a moment, so Mark continued, “Or, uh… you could teach me about plants and stuff,” he tried, but his heart was hammering in his chest. Was he fucking up already? Maybe you didn’t even like gardening anymore and this was all for nothing. “Sorry, I can return—”
“How’d you know I liked gardening?” you cut in to ask.
Mark blanched. “Um… you mentioned it during your introduction in AP Lit. You told the class you liked gardening, so I just assumed you would still be into it… I don’t know.”
“You remember that?”
“Yeah, I do.”
He wasn’t sure if his eyes were just playing tricks on him, but he swore the sun shone brighter when you smiled. Golden rays of light streamed into the room when your face broke into a wide grin, and Mark could see leftover traces of sun in your eyes. So warm and happy that he felt his soul light up.
“Come on,” you said, reaching forward to grab Mark’s hand and lace your fingers with his. “I’ll show you how to grow some flowers. Which ones did you get?”
Mark checked the packet and flipped it over for you to see. “Sunflowers.”
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Parenting was hard.
Almost an entire month of being a father, and the only thing Mark gathered was that parenting was pretty fucking hard.
So, naturally, Mark had to explode eventually. There was only so much a man could stand. From having to wake up multiple times throughout the night, spend basketball practices babysitting, and change diapers between classes, Mark was certain he would suffocate under the pressure of parenting.
And he was anxious.
Anxious about the project. Anxious about Frisk. Anxious about you.
Mark truly couldn’t get a read on you; it was almost impossible to tell if he had peeled back every single layer of yours, or if there were some still left. There were days where he thought you were truly into him, and then there were days where Mark couldn’t gauge where you were at. He felt like he had fallen for someone who wouldn’t ever take him seriously.
That was how he ended up arguing with you in the living room. At this point, Mark was going to have to go to Dr. Han’s office hours because why the hell was the baby allowed to wake them up at four in the morning? He was far too tired to think straight, but Mark’s tired, irritable state left him vulnerable and ready to start an argument.
“See, if you didn’t decide to move in on your own—which you never even asked me for permission, by the way—then we wouldn’t be in this situation right now,” Mark said, tugging a hand through his hair with a frustrated sigh. “I really don’t understand what you were thinking.”
“I was thinking that a mom and a dad should—”
“We’re not actual parents, Y/N!” he yelled. “I don’t know how many times I have to say it, but this is literally a group project! We aren’t even a real couple!”
You stiffened. “Okay, whatever. That doesn’t change the fact that it isn’t easier to take care of Frisk when we’re together.”
Mark stood up and walked toward you. “How is it easier? Give me one example.” He stared at you wordlessly while you were finding the words to argue back, but you stayed quiet. “Neither of us can get a good night’s sleep because Frisk wakes up crying every single night. If you stayed at your apartment, then we could’ve switched off.”
“If you don’t want me to stay here that badly, then you can just tell me to go home instead of making me feel like shit,” you muttered.
“I make you feel like shit? You make me feel like shit, Y/N!” Mark replied, exasperated. “You’re constantly making these comments about how you want me, but none of it feels sincere! It’s like you enjoy playing these… these mind games with me.”
“Mark, we’re both tired. Let’s talk about this another time.”
You started walking away, but Mark was on your heels. He knew that if he didn’t get closure for this conversation, then he probably wouldn’t get the chance to talk to you about this again.
“I really wanna talk about this now, though,” Mark pleaded. “Come on, I know you’re messing with my head so just—”
You stopped in your tracks to turn on Mark, venom in your words as you spat, “Listen, why are you so fucking insecure that you’re so set on making me seem like the bad guy here? It’s always ‘you’re messing with me’ and ‘you don’t take me seriously’ while leaving zero room for the fact that shit, Mark, maybe I genuinely like you!”
Shame bubbled under Mark’s skin like boiling magma, hiccuping spurts of lava that threatened to make him go red in the face. You had a point; he had been spinning everything on you, which was the single worst thing he could do as a man. As a friend. Whatever you two were considered, Mark hadn’t been treating you right, but he still hated the doubt that kept rising in his chest.
It had all been too fast for him.
“I know,” he started softly, grabbing your hands so gently, as if they would shatter like glass. “I know, and I’m sorry. I just—it’s hard for me to understand why you want me when you—”
You threw your head back and forced out a laugh, and Mark thought you were going crazy until he realized your exasperation had just boiled over into hysteria. You seemed lost for a moment, just staring up at him with a pained look in your eyes.  
“Why does anyone need a reason to like someone?” you asked. “That’s the whole point, Mark. You’re not supposed to understand why you’re feeling the way you are. The same goes for you. I mean, hell, you wanted me when I was still dating Vernon.”
Mark didn’t know what to say, so he just gawked at you until you continued, “Now, let me ask you the real question here: do you actually like me, or did you just like the idea of me?”
Mark realized he had put you on a pedestal this entire time. From the beginning, he had never truly liked you; he just liked the idea of you—the version of you he fabricated in his head. After spending so much time with you over the past few weeks, he had gotten to know the real you, and it was a stark difference from the person he thought you were.
In short, you were absolutely crazy. You were sort of a mess, didn’t think before you spoke, and it seemed as though you acted upon every impulsive thought you had. Mark was quite terrified of you sometimes, if he had to be perfectly honest. He had never seen or met a woman as brazen as you were.
And yet, he liked you.
Mark liked you so much more than he liked the girl he thought you were.
He liked you, who spoke her mind so shamelessly, not thinking about the consequences of her actions until it was too late. The you that was so outspoken, so unapologetic. Mark adored every little flaw of yours that got on his nerves and drove him mad, and he liked you so much that he preferred the you he had seen now, as opposed to who he thought you were before.
But now, as you stared at him, expecting an answer, he really didn’t know how to express what he was feeling into words. All Mark could do was look at you helplessly, shaking his head because he needed you to know that he didn’t just like the thought of having you.
“Alright, then,” you whispered, clearly upset. You sucked in a sharp breath and then straightened up, looking right into his eyes. “Your name’s Mark. You have an older brother who also went to our high school. You’re from Toronto, Canada, but you’re not a big fan of maple syrup or ice hockey. You like watermelon, though, and you’re also pretty good with a guitar. You aren’t sure about what you wanna be when you grow up, but you like playing basketball, so you’re gonna stick with that for as long as you’re interested.”
Mark’s jaw nearly went slack. He had pieced it together while you spoke, but the answer was just too incomprehensible for him. There was no way you remembered his AP Literature introduction, too.
“What else?” you continued. “Oh, right. You wore that colorblock sweater nearly every day; you played the piano in the band room whenever you and your friends were in there for lunch; and you would always wait behind if someone had to stop and tie their shoes. Oh, and I remember when you wore your shorts the wrong way during P.E. that one time. Everyone laughed at you, even the teacher, but you weren’t even embarrassed. You just laughed it off.”
“I liked you, too, you idiot,” you finished. You stammered for a moment before correcting yourself, “Like—like you.”
There was a long minute of silence with Mark just trying to wrap his head around what you had just unloaded in front of him. With great hesitance, he asked, “When I told you that I liked you in high school and you laughed, was that just because you realized we felt the same way?”
Slowly, the flickering anger across your face fell apart, and your realization that dawned upon you was more sad than shocking. Mark had always felt insecure around you, but now he was truly terrified that he had been misreading you this entire time.
“Did you think I was laughing at your feelings?” you asked. The ice in your stare was quickly replaced with an apologetic gaze. “I’m so sorry, Mark. I really didn’t mean to. I just thought it was funny because we both felt the same way. I was just—”
“No, I’m sorry,” he corrected. “I was jumping to conclusions because I was so insecure. I didn’t think a girl like you could ever like a guy like me.”
“A guy like you?” You frowned, and then you reached forward to cup his face. “Mark, why do you think so little of yourself? I told you, any girl would kill to be in my shoes.”
Mark looked at you—looked at you with all the stars of the universe in his eyes. “I don’t want any girl, Y/N. I want you,” he confessed. “I like you more than I thought I did.” He shook his head and added, “I mean, I liked you before the project, but I had no idea what kind of person you were. I’m saying I like you a lot more now that I know you better.”
A smile stretched across your face, and Mark wondered if you knew just how beautiful you looked when your eyes crinkled at the corners.
“I like you, too,” was all you said, and it was all he needed to hear.
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Today marked the end of the marriage and baby project.
It was a little bittersweet, although Mark thought it was odd that he had spent a month taking care of Frisk only to flip the doll over and power it off. He pretended it was more sentimental than it felt, but he was honestly glad to be done with the project. It taught him a lot, but Mark was not going to miss being woken up in the middle of the night.
You, on the other hand, seemed the most upset when you were handing in your final report. You even held onto Frisk a little longer before giving her away, watching her be piled on top of the other robot babies with sad eyes.
“Would anyone like to share what they learned over this past month?” Dr. Han asked the class. “It can be a simple observation or you can pull something from your write-up.”
Mark didn’t even feel like he was in total control of his body when his hand flew up. He didn’t even want to share his thoughts with the class. But the words were already in his head, not even budging from his memory when most of the heads in the room turned to face him.
“I can go,” he offered, sparing you a quick, nervous glance before standing up.
“Parenting is hard,” Mark started, so matter-of-factly that the class erupted into laughter. He waited for the room to simmer down before continuing, “I felt like an unfit father most of the time. Actually, an unfit husband.” This got a few more chuckles out of his classmates. “Taking care of Frisk felt like a chore. I wanted to split up the tasks with Y/N, but she always insisted on doing things together. We argued a lot because I felt like it was a waste of both our times, but she was right. Parenting isn’t about finding the easy way out.”
Dr. Han nodded with a hum of approval. “You’re right, Mark, parenting is—”
“And,” Mark kept going, “you can’t be a good parent if you can’t be a good partner. It’s sort of like, uh, gardening; you can’t just focus on one flower and let the others around it die. You have to cover all the bases.”
“That’s great, Mark,” Dr. Han said. “You and Y/N still get a C, though.”
Mark let his shoulders drop, disappointed. “Man.”
Mark walked back to his row and slumped in his seat, defeated. You were hiding your smile, nudging his shoulder to let him know that you acknowledged his speech.
The reality of the situation was that you and Mark were called into Dr. Han’s office last week. She initially said something vague about needing to talk to you two about the project, but then she brought up concerns about Frisk’s health. Apparently, she noted the change in temperature while Frisk was locked in the car, which was “a very dangerous situation to put a child in.” Dr. Han also didn’t care for Mark’s explanation that Frisk should have cried as soon as she realized her parents were leaving without her.
Normally, you two would’ve failed the project, but since your reports and final paper were so detailed and you and Mark went the extra mile of living together, Dr. Han decided to take pity on you two. The best she could give you was a C, which Mark didn’t mind considering he half-despised that stupid robot baby.
(He sort of missed her, though.)
“Nice try,” you whispered with a playful smile, “but it’s okay. I give you an A in my heart. Maybe extra credit for the gardening analogy.”
Mark flushed a little. “Thanks, I guess.” He looked over at the stack of papers on Dr. Han’s desk, and then he tuned in for a bit of her concluding statements about the marriage and baby project. “So what does this mean for us?”
Under the desk, you reached over to grip Mark’s hand. He squeezed back and then looked over his shoulder to see an easygoing grin on your face. You shrugged your shoulders and leaned back in your seat.
“I guess we can stop being fake husband and wife,” you said, “and we can start being a real couple.”
Mark snickered, quite pleased with your response as he turned back to face the front of the room.
“Yeah,” he mumbled under his breath, just loud enough for you to hear. “I like the sound of that.”
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Mark was always nervous before games, but even more so today.
Not only was it the first home game of the season, but he hadn’t exactly been in prime condition ever since he started dating you. He was pretty sure half of his stamina was spent on you during nights, and then he was just sluggish during the day. Since you had finally moved back to your own apartment, he thought he would start seeing you less, but it was quite the opposite; you still came back almost every  night. (Not that you lived very far, anyway.)
He was currently in the locker room changing into his jersey. The rest of his teammates were filling up their water bottles outside the court, and Mark told them he’d catch up with them later.
“Hey there, tiger,” an all too familiar voice called from the doorway.
Mark whipped his head around to see you standing there in one of his jerseys, which he suspected you stole from his closet. He had to admit it looked way better on you than it did on him, and he couldn’t get enough. One of his secret desires had to be seeing you in his uniform, as oversized as it looked on your figure.
Just seeing you there put his nerves at ease.
“What are you doing here?” he asked, a happy grin lighting up his face. “I thought you hated basketball games.”
“I do,” you whined. You walked over and pulled your boyfriend in for a hug. “I like you, though.”
“Wow,” he breathed out. “This means everything to me, Y/N. You have no idea.”
You giggled. “Really? So you wouldn’t mind if I distracted you a little before your game?”
“I—I don’t know, I…” Mark floundered for words before he caved with a sigh. “Fine.”
You immediately started nipping at Mark’s neck, grabbing fistfuls of the front of his shirt as he let out an appreciative sigh. If he wasn’t careful, he was sure to get carried away, and God knew how badly that would end with his game starting anytime soon.
Just before Mark was about to let a groan slip, though, he heard loud clapping followed by the sound of his teammates singing the happy birthday song.
This wasn’t happening.
Mark pulled away from you to look in the direction of the music. Surely enough, his entire team was walking in with Chenle and Johnny leading them at the front.
“Happy birthday to you,” they all sang in broken unison, “happy birthday to you. Happy birthday, dear Mark Lee—”
“What the fuck?” Mark cut in, and he pushed your hands down when he noticed you were clapping and singing along, too. “You know it’s not my birthday!”
“—happy birthday to you!”
They finished their song with a chorus of cheers and laughs. Mark’s face heated up. Maybe he deserved this. Maybe this was karma for walking in on both Johnny and Jaehyun in the past.
Jungwoo emerged from the middle of the group, holding a cake that read: Congrats you are no longer a VIRGIN.
(It was important to note that the word “virgin” was in uppercase.)
Tasteful.
“Good job, Mark.” Chenle patted his back firmly before turning to his girlfriend. “And thank you, Y/N.”
You gave him a thumbs up before trying some of the frosting on the cake. “Ooh, it’s vanilla.”
Mark was sure his face was red as a tomato. “You guys suck.” He scrunched up his nose when Johnny urged him to try some of the cake, but he ended up complying and taking a bite from the slice he was holding. “I’ll admit the cake’s good, though.”
Johnny laughed before he raised his voice to announce, “Alright, we’re playing soon, so let’s wrap this up and bully him later.”
Chatter rose from the team again, and they all started filing into the gym. Mark hung back to let out a groan and bury his face in your chest.
“It was a good cake,” you tried, carding your fingers through his hair.
“Good cake,” he agreed. “A little wordy, though. They could’ve just written ‘virgin’ and crossed it out.”
“You can do that for my cake,” you suggested. “My born again virgin cake.”
Mark let out a sound that was between a groan and a laugh. He really couldn’t get enough of you, even when you were making fun of him. Despite how many times you both agreed on having absolutely nothing in common, it was surprisingly easy to talk to you.
After an entire month of all the pain and suffering that came with taking care of Frisk, he came to the conclusion that maybe parenting really was a gift. Even if that gift happened to be wrapped with barbed wire.
So maybe Mark Lee had terrible luck, but one thing was for sure: he really hit the jackpot with you.
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AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ if you made it all the way to the end i will kiss your cheeks!!! thank you for reading and i hope you enjoyed the marriage and baby project ♡ at first i meant for this to be way more romcom but it got a tiny bit angsty unexpectedly :’) basically mark crushing on reader slowly turning into mark falling in love with the reader for who she is because <33 mark lee <33 
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BONUS ▸ 
“I got here as fast as I could,” you said, trying to catch your breath through your words. “It actually happened?”
“Yeah, look.” Mark placed a hand on the small of your back and guided you to his small balcony, gesturing to the golden flowers atop their tall stalks. “The sunflowers finally bloomed.”
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≡ 𝐍𝐂𝐓 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐕 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒! (𝟏𝟖+)
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「 MEMBERS 」 ⋮ mark lee, huang renjun, lee jeno, na jaemin, lee haechan, zhong chenle, park jisung
≣ content warning ⋮ perverted, depraved, & taboo thoughts, nerd!mark, cnc / dubcon, innocence stealer!chenle, somnophilia, mentions of weed usage as a form of coercion, too strong!jeno, manhandling, rough!jeno, degradation, religious sacrilege, corrupt church boy!jaemin, slight humiliation, corruption, ra!renjun, manipulative!renjun, cocaine usage.
≣ a.note ⋮ i'm smoking weed and listening to old hiphop, what else was i supposed to do other than write these cute little perv drabbles :) give me a like, a follow, or a reblog.
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⩩ mark lee ⋮ so what if he's a 'nerd'. he doesn't care if you make fun of him in class with all your friends. he shrugs it off like no big deal. it really wasn't a big deal, until you brought up his dick size. see, mark isn't one of those guys whose ego gets shot from small dick jokes. but when the joke leaves your pretty little mouth, well something shifts in the pit of his stomach. he still shrugs it off though, until you're walking home from class, skirt swishing back and forth just barely covering the swell of your ass. good little girls should know better... it was easy, really. clamping a hand over your lips puckered in a silent scream. and then to drag you back to his car. oh, it was so, so easy. in fact, you really wanted it. the way you spread your legs, revealing a patch of arousal on the seat of your lacy panties. how you willingly helped him slip them to the side. the way you moaned his name when he slid into your puffy cunt, tits pressing against his chest and eyes locked on his. you begged for him to keep going. for him to go harder. so he did. again, and again, and again. until you could barely walk when he dumped you outside the front of your dorm. but sure enough, you stayed quiet in class the next day...
⩩ huang renjun ⋮ renjun has an addiction. it's not porn - not technically. it's not cocaine, or nicotine. he's not an alcoholic, yet still, he felt the withdrawal all too much. he was addicted to you. or, your body, rather. he dreamed of it, hands reaching up to cup your tits, cock sunk deep in your pussy, spit dribbling down the side of your mouth as you lost yourself on him. and when he woke up, aching and hard, he had no choice but to pathetically jerk off to the remnants of the memory. he thought about putting cameras in your room, maybe the womens showers, to capture you. something he can have as a keepsake of this obsession. see, he had access. he was your resident advisor. he could do that. but then he found out from a little birdie that his star resident in room two oh twelve used her daddies money to buy coke off her dealer boyfriend. see that...that was the key. all he had to do was used that as bait to convince you. and he did. one night, at a stupid party he was supposed to shut down, he saw you snort a line off the living room table. next thing he knew, you were upstairs, tears welling in your eyes, pleading with him not to tell. you would do anything. anything.
⩩ lee jeno ⋮ really, his strength was his best asset. but he's never had someone put up this much of a fight. seriously, after one good hair pull and a hand around the throat, girls usually let up. but you... you were fun. you were a challenge. you push back, hands slapping against his chest to combat him. all he does is snarl and shove harder, pressing your back against the kitchen counter. his biceps flex with the exertion of grabbing your wrists and pinning them to the marble. you thrash around still, until he twists your body so sharply, you cry out. he chuckles, "god i love you." he presses his stiffening cock against you, circling his hips to gain some sort of friction, "feel that? you're driving me crazy." a few half-hearted attempts at getting free does nothing for you, instead, it spins you around so now your chest was pressed flat against the cold surface. he transfers your wrists into one giant hand, and uses his other to yank down your bottoms. "...and you're soaked. fuck, y/n. gonna give you what you need. gonna fuck this stupid attitude outta you, yeah?" your walls flutter around his uninvited fingers, "ahhh, you like that, you sick fuck. want me to fuck you into submission. make you a real good girl for me. gonna train you to take me, and only me." he doesn't even feel you resist anymore, because you give up. you let him use your body until he's spent, and even then, you let him use your mouth. anything for him. anything for jeno.
⩩ na jaemin ⋮ he wasn't a god. but at this moment, with his entire world peering up through wet lashes, on bruised knees...well, he surely felt like one. it didn't help that he stood overtop your broken figure on the edge of the alter. he caresses your jaw and gives you a smile full of pearly white teeth that gleam in the stained glass shadows, "speak." with tears welling in your eyes at the command, it takes a second, but eventually your hoarse voice echoes out, "forgive me father for i have sinned." you see, jaemin wasn't a priest, but he took your confessions as if he was one. he wanted you to bare your soul to him. your perverted, depraved, sick thoughts. he doesn't speak though, just cocks an eyebrow and crouches down so that he was eye level. you continue, "i-, this is so...embarrassing, gosh, i don't..." he gives your jaw a squeeze, making the words tumble out, "i did it again. i... i touched myself again..it's wrong, i- i know, but he, you...plague my mind." your voice quiets the longer his gaze burns into you. but nothing compares to the image that burns brighter in his mind. your innocent fingers slipping between plush thighs, jaemin being the temptation you couldn't withstand. it made him feel fucking good. "it's okay darling, god forgives you, i forgive you..." he stands up again and reaches a hand down to toy with the buckle of his belt, "but with sin comes punishment." he undoes the latch and slowly slips it from the belt loops of his dress pants. the sound makes you flinch, a whisper escaping your pouted lips, "oh god." heat surges through his veins, almost bringing him to his knees, "no angel, i'm not god. i'll be more forgiving than any god. i'll be gentle, i'll liberate you from all sin. i'll make you good. my darling, i'll make you pure again."
⩩ lee haechan ⋮ yeah, he did it on purpose, so what. technically, he didn't force you to inhale, he simply stuck the blunt between your fingers and called it a day. admittedly, you did exactly what he wanted, but he chalked that up to good luck, and the devil on his side. watching you slowly revert to a rambling, squirmy mess made his cock stir in his jeans. and when you got all cuddly, snuggling up to his chest and dragging him closer, well, what else was he supposed to do other than stick his tongue in your mouth and push you back against the arm of the couch. you came on to him, really. either way, the night led with his tongue down your throat, and his hand up your skirt. and still, when he pushes your panties to the side and slips a finger into your cunt, his suspicions are confirmed. your arousal dripped down his wrists, a testament to how much you truly wanted him. really, he was doing you a service. an act of kindness. "be still baby" he growled, forcing your legs wider apart. you whimpered and whined, body holding still but head rolling on your shoulders. "hyuckie.." you kept mewling, and with each sound of his name, he grew harder and harder. it felt like he might burst if he didn't bury his cock in you right this minute. so he does. sloppily, because he was high too, but he does. and it's slow, and messy, and sick. and he loved every fucking second. god, he can't wait to do this to you, no, with you, again.
⩩ zhong chenle ⋮ stealing innocence, robbing naivety, corrupting purity... whatever people call that, chenle calls a normal everyday thought. he hasn't really fucked you yet, only teased you. he's coerced you into letting him touch your cunt, but only the soft skin on the outside. you've let him touch your breasts, but never the sensitive bud in the center. you also let him toy with your ass one time, but the second he tried to slip a finger inside, you pushed him off and told him to wait. nothing could happen before marriage. but chenle was tired of waiting. he was bored of watching you through the camera in the shower. sick of touching himself beside your sleeping figure - the only time he could shift your legs in your sleep to poke at your clothed cunt. just rubbing you through the satin material of your pajama bottoms got him off, but he needed more. this time, he was able to wriggle your shorts down around your ankles, and what a sight it was. oh he was gonna have so much fun. one finger, two fingers, his tongue, eventually working his way up to the tip of his cock. pushing in, not too much to make you stir... just enough to tease himself. you were so tight, so untouched. it was obvious he was your first, and it took everything in him to hold back. tomorrow night...tomorrow night will be the night he fucks you full, until you're leaking his cum. until you're his. ruined for him only.
⩩ park jisung ⋮ jisung hates how you think of him. not just you, but everyone really. see, he's not just the maknae. he doesn't want the baby voice, or the coddling, or the fucking head pats. if you really knew what he was capable of, maybe you'd think twice before treating him like a kid all the time. if you could see the way he fucks his fist, fingers twisted in the sheets of his bed, or knuckles jammed between his teeth... the things he thought about; you sitting on his cock, forced to take every inch of him, even when the tears well over the brim of your eyelashes. cunt full of his fingers while he sucked and nipped at your breasts. the bruises he'd leave on every inch of your skin. how he fantasizes about pushing you to the floor and stuffing his cock down your throat until you were thrashing for just a small breath of air. he doesn't get off on hurting you, no, he could never do that. but making you see just how much stronger he was.. how he could force you onto your knees, and rough you up a bit until your swollen lips screamed his name. well, maybe then you'd stop treating him like some dumb kid.
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luvyeni · 25 days
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p. bf!park jisung x fem bodied reader | warnings: mutual masterbation, semi public, p in v | words: 0.6k ~ (623) 🐹ㆍ₊⊹
request: Please make anything with ji or chenle dying over here 😫
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
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He was wearing those sinful grey again , the ones that he knew made you all dizzy in the head — and he was proven right when he sat down on the couch and saw your eyes zone right on the sweatpants , gulping as you tried to turn away. “you okay?” he asked , knowing you were fucking losing it on the inside. “good because the guys want to watch a movie with us.”
You wanted to curse , out of all times did it have to be now? Did they have to watch it now? You were slowly loosing it and jisung could see it — your constant shifting , your pretty thighs clenching; he smirked, he loved when you got like this. “you cold?”
“hm?” you could even answer before he was pulling the blanket over your body. “better?” you nodded , he leaned down to plant a kiss on your lips. “ew gross.” haechan moved off the couch , joining the rest of them on the floor , leaving you alone on the couch.
He pulled away, you thought he was gonna straighten back up to finish the movie— but he moved closer to your ear, his breath fanning against your ear, making you shiver. “keep quiet baby.”
You were confused , until you felt his hands creep down in between your thighs. Your eyes widened looking at him , he smiled pushing them open , his hand finding its way into your shorts, cupping your heat. You bit your lip trying to contain your voice as he pulled your panties to the side, pushing a finger in.
Your hand flew to his thigh— making sure the guys weren’t looking; before undoing the string of those god forsaken sweats, slipping your hand into his boxers, where is cock twitched, waiting for you to touch it. “go ahead.” He whispered. “stroke it baby.”
You began to move, trying to match his pace on your cunt. It was risky and at any moment you could be caught, but in the moment both of you didn’t care, desperate to get each other off— both of you wishing both of you were alone so you could be as , loud as you want, especially since you were about to cum. “fu-fuck stop.”
Jisung had to force himself to say, the movie was finally over, neither one of you able to cum. “we should get to bed, we have practice tomorrow.” Everyone agreed, dragging their tired bodies to their respected room, leaving you both. “both of you get some sleep.”
You waited until the last door to barley close before jisung was lifting you into his lap, pulling his sweats down enough. “fuck I need to be inside you.” He pulled your shorts to the side, holding you by the waist as slowly sinking into you, both of you sighing, finally getting the fill you both craved. “sh-shit.”
Both of you were desperate to get off, his head thrown back against the couch as you bounced on his cock, your skin slapping against each other. “fuck, keep bouncing on my dick -shit- im gonna cum.” He groaned, hold your ass in his hands. “of fuck please cum baby.” He let out a whimper like moan, as you clenched around him— he kissed you to conceal his moans as he shot ropes of cum into your cunt.
“shit.” He said, both of you heavily breathing. “fu-fuck, did you have to wear those sweatpants? Get me worked up like that.” He smiled tiredly. “it was hot watching you lose it over a pair of sweats.”
“you think they heard?”
“why do you think they went into their rooms?”
“to sleep?”
“it’s 10:30 and we don’t have practice.”
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starryhyuck · 1 year
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closed doors. (m)
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pairing: meandom!mark + afab!reader
words: 5k+
summary: when your brother asks if a friend can stay in your spare bedroom, you don’t expect mark lee to show up on your doorstep.
genre: smut
warnings: mark is very mean, reader has slept around, oral sex, messy pussy eating, facefucking, degradation, creampie, squirting
“No. Absolutely not.”
“You agreed to it just a week ago!”
“Yeah, because I thought when you said friend you meant another girl! Not one of your slimy frat boys who plans to bring home a different side piece every night!”
Mark awkwardly clears his throat, each hand carrying two duffle bags. “I can find another place to stay, Jaehyun. It’s no big deal.”
Then, to his surprise, the both of you are quick to turn to him and scream “No!”
“My sister is just being selfish, Mark. Go and unpack your things in the spare room,” Jaehyun says through clenched teeth.
You’re no better — staring down your brother with the nastiest look you could muster. “On the contrary, my brother is the one being selfish by making his sister move in with a random stranger! Go unpack your things, Mark, so I can tell you all the little secrets Jaehyun doesn’t want his frat to know about.”
“Don’t even think about it. You know I have way more dirt on you than you have on me.”
“Really? You want to take that chance?”
Mark clears his throat again, his wrists aching from the weight of his bags.
“So should I go unpack?”
He’s surprised yet again when the siblings turn their heads to glare at him.
“Yes!”
And that’s how Mark Lee became your roommate.
When Jaehyun called you last week, he made it seem very simple. He mentioned how one of his friends needed a place to stay temporarily, as their apartment had been flooded and maintenance needed a couple of weeks to repair it. Since Minjeong had just moved out of your second bedroom to be with her boyfriend across town, you didn’t mind loaning the room for the time being to save on rent.
What Jaehyun didn’t tell you, however, was that the apartment that was flooded was actually his fraternity house and his friend who was displaced was actually Mark Lee. Mark was the only one without a significant other to stay with so your brother decided to throw him with you.
Mark didn’t know that much about you since Jaehyun always mentioned you were off-limits. Johnny tried to shoot his shot with you two years ago and it almost ended in a public fist-fight between him and Jaehyun on the fraternity’s front lawn.
Even though you two bickered constantly, Jaehyun hated the idea of his sister being used by one of his friends.
Mark guessed that Jaehyun didn’t know how many guys you actually brought home.
“Oh, sorry!”
It was only a few days into your temporary housing arrangement when Mark came home from class to find you straddling Donghyuck on the living room couch. Donghyuck’s hand was up your skirt and your eyes were a little watery, indicating that Donghyuck had clearly done a number on you before Mark walked in.
“D-Donghyuck?” Mark says in shock, surprised to see one of his best friends here.
“Fuck,” Donghyuck groans, pausing whatever his hands were doing underneath your skirt. “You’re such a fucking cockblock, Mark.”
Mark pauses at the sound of your whimper. You’re pawing at Donghyuck’s chest, lips pressed against his ear.
“More, Hyuck, please.”
���Um, I’ll come back later,” Mark shuffles awkwardly in the doorway.
“Yeah, you do that,” Donghyuck replies offhandedly, directing his attention back to you.
The last thing Mark hears when he closes his door is one of your pornographic moans.
Mark isn’t able to confront Donghyuck about it until they play basketball on the weekend. When he finally spots his fluffy haired friend, he aggressively bumps his shoulder.
“Bro, what the fuck were you doing with Jaehyun’s sister on Tuesday?”
Renjun’s interest peaked from his spot on the bench. He’s not very good at playing basketball, but he always joins regardless to listen to all the gossip Chenle and Donghyuck throw around.
“Jaehyun’s sister?” Renjun clarifies. “Oh, you’re so fucked.”
“Who’s fucking Jaehyun’s sister?” Chenle asks, jogging over once he sees Mark has arrived.
“Everyone calm your asses,” Donghyuck rolls his eyes. “Jaehyun doesn’t know and no one’s going to tell him. And if we’re being completely honest here, I’m not the only guy on her weekday list.”
Mark frowns. The only guy he’s seen you with over this past week has been Donghyuck.
And the menace himself can already sense what’s lingering in Mark’s head. “You know that whenever you play basketball with Chenle, she’s definitely fucking other guys in your apartment, right?” Donghyuck questions.
Mark’s brain temporarily short circuits at the information. That would mean you’re fucking someone right now.
“But Jaehyun-“
“Jaehyun doesn’t know. And he doesn’t need to. All her hookups are kept on a hush hush basis,” Donghyuck smirks, cocky at the fact that he gets to fuck you without your brother punching his face in. “And now that you’re her roommate, maybe you can add yourself into the mix.”
Chenle laughs at the idea. “Please. Mark would fuck her and immediately run to Jaehyun out of guilt. There’s no way.”
Mark bashfully scratches the back of his neck, not disagreeing with Chenle’s statement. “Plus, I don’t really see her that way.”
The comment makes all three men chuckle. Donghyuck places a hand on Mark’s shoulder, giving him a serious look.
“Mark, everyone sees her that way.”
Mark returns home to see you sitting on the couch, eating some trashy food and watching your favorite reality television show. You look completely exhausted, and Mark wonders if it’s because some other guy just fucked you.
“Hey,” he greets you, slipping his shoes off and throwing his backpack to the ground.
“Hey,” you reply, more interested in whatever’s happening on your show.
Mark awkwardly prepares a bowl of ramen for himself and takes a seat next to you on the couch. You’re wearing nothing but a thin camisole and a pair of sleep shorts, and he tries not to pay too close attention to the leftover cum smearing your thighs.
“What are we watching?” He asks, trying to start up some sort of conversation.
“Some mind numbing show. I need something to distract me since I got bad dick tonight.”
Mark swallows. He wasn’t expecting you to be so direct about it, or even tell him about your escapades when he leaves the apartment.
“Oh?” He tries to level his voice. “Sorry about that.”
You sigh. “It’s whatever. Guys think that just because I’m horny when I’m ovulating, I want to be some sort of cumdump for them.”
He wonders why you’re telling him all of this, but he lets you continue your rant regardless.
“I mean, yes, is it nice to get thrown around and used every once in a while? Sure. But that doesn’t mean you forget about me cumming too!” You groan, and Mark can tell how frustrated you are.
Donghyuck’s evil voice whispers in his ear and Mark can’t help but let the next words slip out of his mouth.
“I can help you if you still need it.”
You pause eating your burger and turn to him. It’s almost like you’re seeing him for the first time, eyes scanning him up and down and checking him out. Mark’s brain suddenly spirals, and he wonders if he’s crossed an invisible line. You’re probably not even into him, and now he has to go apologize to Jaehyun-
“Sure,” you shrug, setting your food down.
His wide eyes watch as you lay yourself down on the couch, shimmying your shorts to your ankles and flinging them across the room. Mark feels like time has completely stopped when he sees the wet patch in your underwear, some other guy’s cum spilling through the fabric.
“Sorry about the mess,” you apologize. “I was too lazy to clean myself up after he left.”
Mark sets his ramen bowl down on the coffee table, unsure of how to approach this situation. He didn’t even think you would agree to his offer.
“He didn’t help clean you up?”
You giggle. “Aw, it’s cute that you think other guys do that.”
He ignores the fact that the tip of his ears are probably blooming red, adjusting the rising stiffness of his cock in his small basketball shorts. He positions himself until he’s face to face with your lace panties, thumb curiously padding over your folds.
“Mm,” you whimper needily, hips bucking themselves upwards. “Don’t tease, Mark.”
He couldn’t help but start sucking you over your underwear, his tongue catching a mix of leftover cum and your wetness. He hears your breathy giggle and your hands tangle through his hair.
“You’re nasty,” you remark. He peers up at you briefly to see your cloudy eyes.
He makes a show of slowly rolling your panties down, cock twitching at the sight of your ruined pussy.
“You’re really swollen,” he comments, fingers pushing your folds apart gently.
You hold back a moan. “Yeah, he did a real number on me. You said you can make me feel better though, can’t you?”
Mark answers by sloppily kissing your cunt, tongue prodding your entrance. His nose presses against your clit and you whine loudly. He doesn’t even need any more guidance from you, delving into your pussy and eating you like a man starved. He starts off by sucking your folds gently, mindful of how the last guy who fucked you probably didn’t prep you at all. When he hears your pitiful moans, however, and your chants of more, more, more, he becomes more desperate.
“Shit,” you gasp. You’ve never had a guy eat you out this good before, and you’re genuinely surprised by how fast you’re reaching your high. “Oh, fuck.”
You panic a little at the familiar tension building in your stomach, and Mark groans when you try to push him away.
“Wait, Mark, I’m going to-“
You collapse into a series of moans when your orgasm hits, your brain turning fuzzy. The only thing you hear is the filthy squelch of your juices and Mark eagerly slurping up your high.
He pulls away and watches as you slowly realize you’ve squirted everywhere. You groan and shut your eyes tightly.
“Sorry about that. It happens sometimes.”
He tilts his head, confused. “Why are you apologizing? That was so fucking hot.”
You giggle and open your eyes again, meeting his lust-filled gaze.
“Really? A lot of guys usually hate it because of how messy it is.”
“They’re idiots.”
You smile, tugging him upwards so you can kiss him. “Maybe you deserve a little treat for making me feel that good,” you whisper, palming him over his shorts.
Mark is about to strip so he can take you on the couch, but stops when he hears a knock at the door.
His body completely freezes when he opens it to see Jaehyun on the other side. The older male raises an eyebrow.
“Dude, did you forget I was coming over to work on our project?”
Before Mark can protest Jaehyun coming in, the man is pushing past him. Mark quickly tries to think of any excuse for why you would be half-naked on the couch, but before he could start frantically explaining himself, he’s surprised to see you’ve somehow located your shorts and slipped them back on. You also knocked over a bottle of water on the couch to make it seem like the remnants of your orgasm was just an accidental spill.
You roll your eyes at the sight of your brother, pushing past him to go into your room.
“Looks like you dragged the trash in, Mark.”
Jaehyun hisses lowly when your bedroom door shuts.
“Devil. I hope she’s not corrupting you.”
Mark swallows, pushing away all thoughts of fucking you to try and get his erection to lower.
“Nope. Definitely not.”
Mark avoids you for the next couple of days. The maintenance at the fraternity said the guys could move back in next week, and Mark’s current plan was to avoid you as much as possible until move out day.
He was slightly successful, but also a little hurt since you didn’t seem to care that he was avoiding your presence. You carried on like nothing happened, and Mark saw you walking around campus with a different guy almost every day.
It isn’t until Donghyuck confronts him that he finds out the truth.
“What the fuck did you do?”
Mark’s never seen Donghyuck so frustrated, hair sticking up in different directions and clothing being inside out. Mark innocently continues to dribble the basketball, looking at Chenle for help. His friend stands on the other side of the court, shrugging in response.
“Uh, what are you talking about?”
Donghyuck pushes him aggressively. “You know what I’m talking about! She won’t fuck any of us!”
Mark is more confused than ever and Donghyuck throws his hands up. “You’re a fucking idiot,” Donghyuck murmurs under his breath. “I’m talking about your little roommate! She canceled all of her hookups this week, including me, Jeno, Jaemin, and Yangyang. I want a fucking explanation, Mark, for why I wasn’t able to get good pussy today.”
Mark shrugs. “How am I supposed to know?”
Chenle comes over when he realizes no one’s planning on throwing the ball to him anytime soon. “Hyuck, she probably got a boyfriend. Leave Mark alone.”
“No no no,” Donghyuck chuckles like an evil villain. “She doesn’t do that dating shit. She’s either getting really good dick or Jaehyun found out. So I’m going to ask once again — what the fuck did you do, Mark?”
“I didn’t say anything,” Mark puts his hands up innocently. “Otherwise I’d get in trouble too.”
The statement makes Donghyuck and Chenle stop in their tracks.
“No way.”
“You?!”
Mark winces at how loud Donghyuck’s voice can echo.
“You?” Donghyuck repeats in shock. “No way. She canceled on us to fuck you?”
“We haven’t fucked,” Mark clarified. “I just ate her out last week because she wasn’t feeling good and I was going to fuck her until Jaehyun came over. We haven’t done anything since then.”
Donghyuck strokes his chin like he’s trying to solve a mystery.
“How did she cum?”
“Huh?”
“Did she pretend to cum? Did you feel her actually cum? Did you use a vibrator? Did you use your fingers?”
Chenle gags. “This is the worst conversation I’ve ever heard.”
Mark awkwardly clears his throat. “I just used my mouth. And she squirted.”
Donghyuck completely freezes and Chenle waves a hand over his face.
“Dude, I think you broke him,” Chenle mutters.
Mark squeaks when Donghyuck suddenly tackles him, the younger boy pinning him down and glaring at him.
“What the fuck?” Mark exclaims, trying to push Donghyuck away from him.
“You’re lying,” Donghyuck growls. “You have to be. There’s no way you made her squirt.”
“What’s the big deal? She said she’s done it before,” Mark says, still failing at getting Donghyuck off of him. He ignores Chenle’s laughs at his predicament.
“Yeah, by herself! No guy’s ever made her squirt before. Trust me, me and Jeno have tried many times. Separately and together.”
Mark ignores the fact that Donghyuck just admitted to having regular threesomes with Jeno.
“But she told me-“
“She lied. So clearly she stopped fucking us to get with you. This is so humiliating for me.”
Mark sees a flash of a camera and Chenle’s giggle.
“And now we have it documented.”
He hears the soft padding of footsteps before Renjun approaches, taking in the sight of Donghyuck pinning Mark down on the floor of the basketball court.
“Um, what did I miss?”
“Oh, Renjun, you won’t believe this but-“
“Zhong Chenle!” Donghyuck finally peels himself away from Mark to chase Chenle around the court, preventing him from telling Renjun about how you rejected Donghyuck for Mark.
Mark’s head is still spinning from the information when he sees Renjun’s head pop into his vision above him.
“You look sick. You should go home, dude.”
Mark followed Renjun’s advice and got out of the court as fast as possible. He dismissed Donghyuck’s insistent protests for an explanation on how he made you squirt.
When he arrives home, he’s surprised to see you cooking ramen on the stove. He’s even more surprised to see you wearing nothing but his shirt and a tiny pair of panties peeking out from the bottom. You turn slightly to see him, smiling when he walks through the door.
“Welcome home!”
He tries to ignore how his cock twitches at your words.
“Um, thanks. What are you making?”
He drifts into the kitchen, ignoring the voice in his head that’s telling him to go to his room and lock the door.
“Just some ramen,” you hum. “Wanted a quick snack.”
“Ah,” he nods. “I actually just came back from seeing Donghyuck.”
“Oh?” You say, not sounding surprised in the slightest by the information. “Did he say anything?”
Mark can tell you’re playing a game with him, and he’s not sure if he wants to bite. “He just mentioned how he hasn’t seen you lately.”
You laugh. “I’m sure Donghyuck was more colorful than that. He isn’t exactly careful with his words.”
Mark nervously swallows. “Well, he said that you haven’t really seen anyone since last week.”
You hum. “Interesting. I wonder why that is.”
You shoot him a small smile, and Mark recognizes the mischievous glint in your eye. You reach for some spices on the top shelf of your cabinet, and he gets an eyeful of your ass.
You gasp when you feel Mark press against your back, and you watch as he turns off the stove.
“Why are you teasing me?” He breathily asks in your ear, fingers gripping your hips tightly.
“Am I?”
He can hear the smirk in your voice. “How did you get my shirt, you little minx?”
You giggle, grabbing his hand and guiding it to your core.
“I did a little snooping in your room. You’re such a slob,” you say, remembering all the stray chip bags and old t-shirts Mark has lying around.
“Sorry,” he apologizes as he cups your mound, and he groans when he feels how wet you are. “This is supposed to be a temporary thing, remember? I don’t exactly have to keep everything in tip top shape.”
Your folds are practically spilling out of your underwear. “Don’t you think these panties are too small for you?” He asks, rubbing your clit gently. You whimper and buck your hips up into his hand. “It’s no better than not wearing them at all.”
“I thought you liked seeing my pussy,” you hum, leaning back on him. “You sure liked it when you ate me out last week.”
Mark is quick to move your underwear to the side, inserting a finger into your cunt without warning. You moan loudly and grip onto his arms.
“About that, Donghyuck told me something interesting,” he mentions, focusing on how tight you feel around his finger. “He said no guy’s ever made you squirt before.”
You’re pretty desperate for him at this point, so you barely register what he’s saying in favor of trying to get him to push more of his fingers into you.
“Uh huh.”
He chuckles and the sound shoots straight to your core. He grants your wish and pushes two more fingers into your weeping hole, basking in how he stretches you open. Your mind turns into mush once he starts pumping them in and out of you, scissoring and rubbing against your sweet spot. You wonder how he’s managed to learn your body so quickly.
“It really grabbed my attention when he said that because I was under the impression that someone’s done that to you before.”
Your whimpers turn into cries when his thumb starts to circle your clit, and you struggle to respond to him.
“J-Just my fingers. Not a-anyone else,” you mindlessly say.
“You’re so fucking desperate,” Mark hisses meanly, nipping at your ear. He has to admit that his conversation with Donghyuck has given him a major ego boost. “So what? You fuck every guy on campus to try and get close to the pleasure I gave you? But they’re not me, are they? That’s why you stopped going to them.”
“Mark,” you cry when he removes himself from you, slapping your ass roughly.
“Get on the counter.”
You quickly obey, legs wobbling slightly as you prop yourself up on the kitchen counter. Mark is fast to drop to his knees, spreading your legs apart and diving into your cunt.
“Fuck,” you whimper when you feel Mark’s tongue lapping at your wetness.
He keeps his eyes on you when he sucks your clit, slipping two fingers in your entrance. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, your whole upper half collapsing on top of the island.
Mark’s gaze follows you, learning what you like and what your body really reacts to. Every time he curls his fingers upwards, you shake a little and your moans grow louder.
“S-Shit,” you gasp, struggling to breathe. “How are you so fucking good at this?”
That tension is building in your stomach again, even faster than the first time. You can tell Mark is expecting it, opening his mouth wider and sucking you harder. He revels in the sound of your loud cries, begging him for more and desperately asking to cum.
“Please, please, please-“ you plead, pushing Mark deeper into your cunt.
He pulls back briefly to direct you. “Squirt for me, baby. Show me how I’m better than everyone else.”
When he grazes your clit with his teeth, you fall off the edge. Mark eagerly fingers you while your juices spill on the kitchen floor, his cock straining in his shorts.
Before you can regain your senses, you find yourself being turned around, and your feet hit the kitchen tile.
“Mmf,” you mumble blearily, your vision blurry.
He shushes you, hands exploring your ass as he pulls your underwear down. “It’s alright, baby. I got you.” You feel the tip of his cock prod your entrance and you whimper, pushing yourself back on him subconsciously.
“Please- I want-“
“I know, I know,” Mark assures you, voice sounding slightly smug. “You want my cock, don’t you? Dripping for it, acting like a whore just to get it.”
Your cheek presses against the counter, mind empty and thinking of nothing but Mark’s cock. When he finally eases himself into your cunt, you swear you see heaven.
“Shit, baby, you’re soaking. Makes it so easy for me to slide in,” he mumbles, watching as he easily disappears into you.
“M-More, more-“ you plead, reaching behind yourself in an attempt to get him to bottom out.
When he finally does, he’s laughing condescendingly in your ear. He brushes your hair away from your face when he thrusts in the first time so he can see how you fall apart.
“You’re so fucking easy,” he snickers, and you’re amazed by how you unlocked such an evil side to Mark Lee. “No wonder all the guys pass you around like a new toy.”
It’s embarrassing how fast you reach your second orgasm. You scream and shudder when your body snaps. He shows no signs of stopping either, railing you through your high. You reach the point where you can’t tell if you’re begging him to stop or to fuck you until you pass out.
And Mark has no idea where this burst of confidence comes from, but he finds himself pulling out of you and tucking himself back into his shorts.
“What-“ you whisper, suddenly feeling empty. “Where are you going?”
“Clearly, a brat like you only cares about her own pleasure. I guess I should find someone else to take care of me.”
You begin to panic even though Mark has no intentions of actually leaving. “Wait- Wait, no-“ you desperately cry, legs shaking as you try to stop him. You immediately sink to your knees, hands gripping his thighs. “I can take care of you.”
Mark scoffs, eyes challenging you. “I doubt it. Look at yourself — kneeling in a puddle of your own filth, thinking you can suck my cock and be decently good at it. I’m not like Donghyuck, you know. I don’t cum easily.”
“I don’t want Donghyuck,” you sob in despair. If he’s surprised by the sudden tears running down your face, he makes no show of it. “I want you! Please, I’m sorry I was so selfish. I won’t be like that ever again.”
He runs a finger down your face before cupping your cheeks harshly.
“Then tell me I’m the only one who gets to fuck you from now on. No one else.”
You don’t skip a beat. “Just you. I’ll only fuck you from now on, I promise.”
“Show me.”
You quickly take his cock out, angrily red and leaking from the tip. You gasp when Mark grabs a fistful of your hair and tugs cruelly. You get the message, opening your mouth wide and loosening your jaw.
He has absolutely no mercy on you, shoving his cock far down your throat. He ignores your gagging, saliva dripping from the sides of your lips. He begins a brutal pace in face fucking you, his cock consistently hitting the back of your windpipe.
Venom drips from his voice. “I want you like this from now on. Ready on your knees as soon as I walk through that door. Understood?”
You try to nod but it only comes out as a mix of garbles and choked noises. He finally grants you mercy and allows you to breathe for a few seconds.
You wheeze, coughing and sputtering. Mark decides it’s enough recovery time for you, however, pushing you up against one of the kitchen cabinets on the floor. He completely folds you in half, throwing your legs over his shoulders and lining himself up to your entrance once more.
“Beg for it.”
“Please fuck me!” You cry, not caring how pathetic you sound. “I promise I’ll be good. I’ll do whatever you want, I’ll be a good girl. Please!”
“And?” He says, leaning closer to you with a waiting gaze.
“And you’re the only one I’ll be with from now on! I promise!”
Mark ignores that his knees are soaked in your juices from earlier and that he’ll probably get bruises from the kitchen tile. He fucks you at a brutal pace, slamming your head into the wooden cabinets over and over at the force of his thrusts. Your neck aches but he makes you watch him pound into you, his cock abusing your pussy as he likes.
“If you’re nice, I’ll let you cum again,” he hisses, balls slapping against your ass lewdly. “If I think you’re being a brat again, I’ll make you lick your cum off the floor.”
“G-Good, I’m g-g-good,” you stutter, barely able to form a coherent sentence. “Good girl!”
He chuckles. “I’ll be the judge of that.”
He leans over you and you take the hint, opening your mouth and allowing him to spit on your tongue. You swallow eagerly, showing him how you obey him.
“You’re such a perfect little doll, aren’t you?” He snickers, your wetness starting to form a creamy ring around the base of his cock. You can’t tell if he wants you to answer, but you’re too fucked out to reply anyways. “When Jaehyun told me to come live with his sister for a few weeks, I never thought you’d be such a campus whore. He always talked about you like no one’s ever even allowed to speak to you. Guess he’ll never know how most of his friends have already spitroasted you, huh?”
“I-I need-“ you whimper, failing to come up with what you want to say.
“Aw, baby wants to come?”
You nod, hoping he’ll grant you permission. He smiles as he stares at you, fully cockdrunk and wanting more. He knows he has you in the palm of his hand now.
“Go ahead.”
When he feels you tighten around him, Mark goes with you, ropes of his cum shooting deep into your cunt. There’s so much of it that it spills out of your folds.
When you come down from your high, you pay no attention to the searing pain in your neck. You look up at Mark with wide eyes.
“Are we together now?”
He still feels a little mean, so he pushes you a little more. “Donghyuck said you don’t do the dating shit.”
“B-But I want to be with you,” you say softly, looking like you’re going to cry again if Mark rejects you.
He takes pity on you, lifting up your chin and kissing you gently.
“Alright. But you have to protect me from Jaehyun.”
You giggle and nod.
When the frat house is finally repaired, you show up to help Mark move in, hand intertwined with his. Every single fraternity member stops at the sight of you in the doorway, jaws open.
“You’re so fucked,” Johnny laughs, getting out his phone to film Jaehyun’s reaction.
Your brother comes into sight, carrying one of the moving boxes in his hands. He immediately drops it at the sight of you two, his eyes locked in on your joined hands.
“You look like trash,” you laugh at the sight of Jaehyun’s hair sticking up in multiple directions.
Mark swallows when Jaehyun angrily stomps over to the two of you. Mark internally prepares himself to get his ass beaten by Jaehyun, but he’s shocked when instead of fighting him, Jaehyun drops a hand to Mark’s shoulder, frowning.
“I’m so sorry, Mark. You’re one of the good ones and I failed to save you from the pits of hell. Instead, I led you directly into her arms and for that, I’ll be eternally apologetic.”
“Oh, you stupid fucker!” You scream, grabbing your sibling by the ear and pulling him outside.
Mark watches as you and Jaehyun throw hands on the front lawn, spitting insults at each other. Johnny comes up next to him and sighs.
“You’re such a lucky bastard.”
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hyuckiefluff · 8 months
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drunk in you | mark lee
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pairing: mark lee x fem!reader genre: best friends to lovers word count: 1.9k ish warnings: alcohol consumption, cursing, suggestive language, reader is down bad for mark (aren’t we all), implications of drunk sex summary: was Mark Lee’s new haircut really the drop that would tip the glass over and make you spill how you really feel about him?… Well, the haircut and also the alcohol. author's note: i’m backk!! srry for disappearing for *checks calendar* two months lol this has been sitting in my drafts since mark cut his hair aaand i wanted to post it for his bday so let’s pretend im not 3 days late! HAPPY BDAY MARKIEEE <33 it’s a bit short cuz i felt like i’d have to make a second part if i wanted to add smut to yknow fully get into it lol idk but consider this a little teaser and if it doesn’t flop I’ll post a second part :)
part 2
A sudden burst of bright light pierced through your closed eyelids, jolting you awake from the deep sleep you were in. As you gradually became aware of your surroundings, you couldn't ignore the soreness in your muscles and the strange stickiness between your legs. However, it was the foreign hand resting right on top of your ass that sent alarm bells ringing through your mind. Your eyes shot open, and regret instantly washed over you as a pulsating pain hammered at your head.
"What the fuck..." you groaned, attempting to focus your blurry vision and make sense of the situation. Upon looking around, you realized that you were in the guys' dorm, more specifically, in Mark's room...
Then it hit you like a ton of bricks.
If you were in Mark's room, then that hand... and the body it belonged to, had to be...
Oh my god, what happened last night?
8 hours earlier…
Drinking with your friends after a grueling week at uni wasn't anything out of the ordinary for you. In fact, it'd be weirder if you were cooped up at home worrying about midterm grades instead of laughing your head off at whatever Jeno just blurted out. First sign that you were drunk, the boy wasn’t even that funny. His neck and ears were flushed crimson, a clear sign that he, too, had indulged in one too many drinks. And there was Jisung, practically glued to Jeno's side, oozing a whole lot of gooey affection that he would vehemently deny once he sobered up. 
Renjun and Haechan were locked in a heated argument on the floor, their voices rising in the air over some trivial matter that would probably be forgotten by morning. Surprisingly, though, they seemed to be the least intoxicated among you. 
Meanwhile, Jaemin was frantically rummaging through the kitchen, his frustrated groans and curses echoing throughout the room. It was clear that his search for more alcohol was proving to be a fruitless endeavor.
Beside you, Chenle was on his phone, engrossed in a replay of the Warriors game. At first glance he doesn’t look drunk, but you knew better. If he were truly sober, he'd be shouting and cursing at his phone screen, venting his frustrations as his beloved team struggled to keep up. Instead, he was lazily sipping from his nearly empty cup while his glossed over eyes remained glued to the screen.
Mark Lee was the only one missing from the group. You sent him a few voice messages letting him know that if he didn’t arrive in the next 10 minutes you would eat his portion of the kimchi jiggae you’d ordered earlier. He responded within seconds with a funny GIF that showed a man running and tripping.
Mark stumbled through the door just a few minutes later. He was soaked from head to toe, his hoodie covering most of his head. He was panting and his shoes were muddy and wet, he got rid of them in the entrance and looked up, clearly out of breath.  But you were already stuffing your face with his food anyways. Whoops. 
Though as soon as he pulled down the hood a chunk of food went down the wrong pipe. You coughed uncontrollably, your chest heaving as you desperately tried to regain your breath.
"Dude!! Are you seriously eating my food?" he exclaimed.
But when he noticed your struggling state, his words trailed off, replaced by genuine worry. "Yo, are you good?" he asked, walking closer to you and patting you in the back.
You managed to nod weakly, staring up at him. 
"Why’re you so late? Oh, new haircut?" Haechan chimed in from the floor.
"Yeah... what's the verdict?" Mark asked, turning his head to the side to better show off the lines of his undercut, his gaze lingering on you. 
So many thoughts raced through your mind but you were unable to form a single word. Mark had had long hair for quite some time now, and it was you who had encouraged him to let it grow. You enjoyed styling it, braiding it, and adorning it with charms—Mark gave you the freedom to do whatever you pleased with his hair. You had grown fond of his long hair, especially after helping nurse it back to health from the damage caused by bleaching and dyeing. Yet now he was sporting short hair and an undercut with edgy designs on the side, and you couldn't help but openly ogle at him. 
He looked hot as fuck.
It’s true that you harbored feelings for Mark that went beyond friendship but you were always able to hide it well and it worked out better this way for both of you (or that’s what you liked to believe). Needless to say you liked him a lot and had for a while so the sight of his new look had sent your emotions spiraling. He showed up merely minutes ago and you already felt so weak at the knees and your brain was fuzzy even though you hadn’t drank that much yet.
"Don't like it," you muttered, hoping your words would deflect attention from the clear shift in your expression. Turning around, you sought refuge on the couch next to Chenle, placing the bowl of food aside. Your stomach was turning weirdly, making it impossible to swallow another bite.
You scolded yourself inwardly for being so dramatic. It was just a haircut. But, god, he looked so good.
In an attempt to calm yourself down, you chugged your cup with soju and let out a big groan after emptying it. The sound catching Chenle’s attention as he peered curiously from his phone. You offered him a closed-lip smile, prompting an intrigued eyebrow raise from him.
Mark was awkwardly standing on the same spot. He was a bit taken aback by your sudden coldness. He definitely picked up on your strange reaction the moment he walked through the door. But he brushed it off.
"Okaay… Well I was late 'cause I was getting the good stuff," Mark explained, his frown replaced by a grin as he pulled out a beer from the bags he was carrying.
"Let's goooo!" Jaemin yelled, returning from the kitchen right on cue as if he some sort of alcohol detector. He eagerly snatched the bags from Mark and made a kissy face to the boy.
The tension eased a bit with Jaemin's infectious enthusiasm, and you decided to not focus on whatever Mark was making you feel right now. The drinks were here, and the good times were about to roll. You made a mental note to sort out your feelings later.
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Alcohol definitely did not make your situation better. The more you drank the harder it was to keep your thoughts at bay. Mark was now sitting on the single couch in front of you and every little expression or movement he made had you either biting your lip or pressing your thighs together.
Talking about thighs… the shorts he was wearing displayed his muscular legs in a way that was making it quite impossible for you to not devour them with your eyes. God, your brain had turned into that of a hormonal teenage boy. Were you seriously staring at his thighs and imagining how it would feel to ride them?
Haechan came over to you and filled your glass with more Soju. You downed it as soon as he was done pouring it, earning you a weird look from Chenle who had been eyeing you ever since Mark arrived. 
"Okay, what's with you?" Chenle mumbled, the words escaping his lips just loudly enough to capture everyone's attention. Considering you had the noisiest group of friends, all eyes turned your way, including Mark's.
Mark seemed to be getting tipsy; you could tell by the way his big, expressive eyes shimmered even more than usual and the faint blush that adorned his cheeks and neck.
"Hmm?" you managed to reply, your gaze still fixated somewhere on Mark's face. You were completely unaware of the intense amount of attention you were giving him, but Chenle, who was relatively more sober than both of you, picked up on it.
"You're literally looking at Mark like you want to eat him," Chenle chuckled, teasingly calling you out.
"Yeah, what's up with that?" Renjun asked, suddenly intrigued by the topic.
"I am?" you replied, sounding genuinely confused, though your heart raced with thoughts you were about to voice out loud. "Uhm… yeah I kinda do..."
An audible gasp followed, and you knew without looking that it came from Haechan.
Mark's expression remained unreadable, his half-lidded eyes locked on yours, revealing no discernible emotions. Was he weirded out? Normally, you might have felt self-conscious about blurting out something like that, but alcohol had significantly lowered your inhibitions.
"That's a wild thing to say," Haechan interjected with a mix of shock and amusement. "Do you actually wanna tap that?" He pointed at Mark, who was still gazing at you.
"Very much so," you replied nonchalantly, as if discussing the weather, even though you were openly talking about hooking up with your best friend in front of all your other best friends.
"Why don't you come here then?" Mark's words caught you off guard, and you couldn't help but notice the way he shifted, his legs spread invitingly.
You burst into laughter assuming he was only joking to tease you. However, the lack of a reaction from him made you realize he was dead serious. Your eyes locked on his own, reflecting the same desire you had been giving him just moments ago.
The idea of getting up and walking to him, straddling his lap, and kissing him flashed through your mind.
But the moment was interrupted by a voice that snapped both of you out of your trance. "Gross!" Jisung whined, hiding his face in Jeno's back, the older one lazily laughing and patting Jisung's thigh. "Okay, c'mon, I think we've all had enough to drink," he declared, getting up, with Jisung clinging to him. Chenle follow suit also giving you two a slightly disgusted stare.
"Yeah, one more drink for me, and I'm afraid the kimchi jiggae I had earlier might end up all over the carpet," Haechan chimed in, rubbing his stomach before disappearing upstairs.
Renjun also stood up and playfully messed up Mark's hair while saying, "By the way, happy birthday."
You glanced at the table clock and realized it was already 12:01. You had been so excited about Mark's birthday earlier in the day, but the alcohol and the tension between the two of you made you totally forget about it. Gathering your courage, you approached him. He remained sprawled with his legs out, but now he looked up at you, his lips slightly wet, distracting you momentarily.
"Happy birthday, silly," you smiled and awkwardly patted his head, hoping he didn't notice how you pressed your thighs together, trying to ease the uncomfortable ache between your legs.
"What did you get me?" he suddenly asked, and you blinked a few times, your brain struggling to register the extremely flirtatious tone he used.
When you didn't respond immediately, he continued, "Because I can think of one thing I want the most right now," lightly grazing your leg with his hand. You didn't flinch or move away.
"R-really? What is it?" you found yourself stuttering, a reaction that would have made you cringe if you were more sober.
"Come here, and I'll show you," he smirked and with little protest from you, he pulled you onto his lap.
a/n: i have a smut scene ready for this (well it’s in my brain but I’ll squeeze it out if u guys want that second part) soooo comment or simply like this so i know the audience wants it
also yes i did change the title of this but pls disregard that lol
© hyuckiefluff
part 2
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xomakara · 6 months
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Physical Therapy
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SUMMARY |  Haechan sprained his ankle and is staying at the hospital. Being very horny and needy, he asks his pretty nurse for special treatment… PAIRINGS | Haechan/Fem!Reader GENRE |  smut, unprotected sex, dirty talk, fingering, public sex, nurse/patient RATING |  Mature LENGTH |  2,366 words AUTHOR’S NOTE |  Fuck, why do I have so many one-shots saved in my computer? Anywho, I hope you enjoy :)
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“Haechan, you are an idiot.”
“…Shut up.”
“I can’t believe you sprained it.”
“…I said shut up.”
“You are such an attention whore. Now you have to stay in the hospital. How does it feel?”
“Guys! Will you shut up! Geez, it’s not my fault!” Haechan yelled at his friends. Leave it to Haechan to sprain his ankle before tonight’s party.
“Actually it is. You’re the one who wanted to impress that pretty girl.” Renjun said, raising both his brows at him. All because he wanted to show off his dance moves. Which really didn't make sense, since Haechan was a great dancer.
"I thought you were trying to impress that girl?" Chenle asked Renjun as he passed some soup to Haechan. “Weren’t you trying to serenade her in Chinese?”
"What are you talking about?" Renjun rolled his eyes, the others laughing. “I did no such thing.”
"How in the world could you sprain your ankle?!" Mark questioned, fussing over the younger man. "Dude."
"Should I keep you company?" Jisung asked.
“Good news is that my cousin is coming over to visit later! I'll bring you some of her homemade food later, since I know you all love her cooking. Have fun at the hospital.” Jaemin said happily, waving at Haechan before walking with the rest of his friends out of the hospital room.
Haechan gave them a surprise look. “Wait, you guys are going to leave me?!”
“….yes?” Jeno said, not sure if that question was a trick or not.
"We'll visit you tommorow, Haechan." Renjun nodded, reassuring him.
Haechan grumbled and glared at them. He crossed his arms. “Fine, leave me. Some friends you guys are. Can't believe you would leave.”
"Ahw, you'll be fine Haechan." Mark chuckled, patting him on the head. “Some of the nurses here are really pretty, you know?”
“We’ll tell them to take good care of you!” Jeno called out.
"Yeah, you'll be fine!" Jisung exclaimed.
"Recover fast! Haechannie fighting!" Jaemin pumped his fist in a victory pose.
Chenle waved and gave him a small smile. “Bye Haechan! Have fun at the hospital!”
"Guyssss!" Haechan whined, hoping that one of his friends would at least stay with him.
Haechan sighed once his friends left. Now who was going to give him the attention he needed? It wasn’t his fault that he wanted to show off his nice, smooth moves to that pretty girl. He wanted to get a chance to maybe…score something tonight.
Damn it.
There goes his chance of fucking a pretty girl.
He started to watch some TV. The hospital wasn’t that bad since he had a room to himself. The door opened again, and a very pretty woman entered his room. She was wearing a nurse outfit, showing off her generous cleavage. 
She gave him a cute smile.
“Hi there, I'm Na Y/N. I’ll be your nurse for tonight. If you need anything, just press the button.” You said, pointing at the button that was on the dresser. 
Haechan looked at you up and down before giving you a smirk. 
Oh yeah, he definitely loved the hospital now.
“Y/N, huh? Wait… Are you Na Jaemin’s cousin?” He asked, his eyes wide. “You’re the cousin that cooks all those delicious food for Jaemin, huh?”
“Oh, you know Jaemin?” You asked him.
“Yeah, we’re friends.” Haechan nodded. “I’m Haechan. It’s nice to meet you.”
“Oh! The one with the sweet yet unique voice whenever he sings? It’s nice to finally put a face to a name.” You smiled at him. “Was Jaemin here to see you earlier? I just started my shift but a few of the other nurses said they saw a group of very good looking men leave your room.”
“Yep, they left not too long ago.” Haechan replied. “I didn’t know you were a nurse.”
“I normally keep my job a secret.” You chuckled, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “They don’t believe I’m a nurse because of my looks.”
Which was often true. People always thought you’de be too dumb to be a nurse. That your face and body could pass more for a model.
You didn’t know how or why, but after fighting with the other nurses, you won. The prize was to take care of the handsome young man in Room 127.
“Really now? That must be tough.” Haechan raised his eyebrow. “Well, I’m sure I’ll be in good hands with you.”
“I’ll get you all taken care of.” You smiled as you turned around, your back facing him. “If you need anything Haechan-ssi, just let me know.”
Haechan watched your ass until it disappeared out the door. Yeah, he was going to have fun.
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“What’s wrong Y/N?” Minhee, your fellow nurse, friend and roommate asked, grabbing an apple from her plate before taking a big bite of it. It was lunchtime, and you were sitting on the table, your face lying on top of it.
“It’s Haechan! He’s such an... ugh! He won’t stop calling me. He’s getting on my nerves.” You were tired and hungry. 
It has been four hours since Haechan came, and you were tired as hell because of him. He made ridiculous requests. 'Oh nurse, can you help me change the channel? Oh nurse, where is the bathroom? Blah blah blah.' 
You were sick of it.
Minhee gave you a sympathetic look. 
Poor you. 
But she didn’t want to take care of Haechan. Plus you did win that bet. You said were going to cockblock her if she ever brought a man home. 
Hell no. 
Minhee was going to get some dick tonight after her shift. “Why don’t you text Jaemin and ask him what will keep Haechan quiet. He should know since they’re friends.”
You groaned, bringing your phone out of your pocket. “I know but still, he needs to stop pressing that damn button.”
“Maybe he wants and loves your attention. He must really like you.” Minhee said, giving you a teasing smile. "You are pretty."
You stuck your tongue out. “Being pretty doesn’t pay the bills.”
“Why don’t you just fuck him or something?” Minhee suggested.
You groaned again, showing her the text you got from your cousin.
Jaemin: Why don’t you fuck him? He’s been dying to get laid lately.
Minhee laughed. “See? No wonder your cousin and I get along so well. Great minds think alike.”
“Ugh…” You let out, your phone vibrated signaling that Haechan was calling you.
“Oh Y/N,” Haechan sang before pressing the button for the 100th time. “I need your assistance again.”
You groaned and entered his room again, not before shutting the door. You didn’t want Seulyong, the head nurse, to hear you screaming at a patient, especially if it’s Haechan. “What now?”
He gave an amused look. “Now what kind of attitude is that? Aren’t nurses supposed to be friendly with their patients?”
“Not if they're being an ass about it.” You muttered under your breath. “Now what do you want Haechan?”
Haechan moved his shoulders. “My shoulders are stiff. Can you massage them for me?”
If you could, you would curse and walk away from him. But since Haechan knew your cousin, you didn’t want Jaemin to complain that you didn’t take care of his friend. You went over to his bed. “Scoot back.”
He did what he was told, smirking at you as you sat on the bed. After a few minutes, Haechan moaned in satisfaction. You were really good with your hands. He felt his muscles being relaxed as you continued to massage his shoulders.
“Better?” You wanted to get over this. As soon as he nodded, you immediately got off the bed.
Before you could leave the room, he grabbed your wrist. “Yes, better. Can you do me another favor?”
You didn’t even reply. You waited for his request while yelling profanities inside your head. 
Damn him.
“I thought I felt a lump on my stomach. I don’t know what that means, but can you check for me?” He sweetly asked. 
Curse him for being so damn hot. 
When the hell did Jaemin hang out with other good looking guys?
You could perfectly hear the other nurses dying and telling you to do it. You waited until Haechan laid down on the bed, lifting up his hospital gown, revealing his perfect, solid abs and boxers to you.
Slowly, you touched his abs as Haechan shivered from your touch. You had to admit, his abs felt so fucking good with your touch. But you didn’t feel a lump at all. “I don’t feel a lump.”
Haechan opened his eyes. He was enjoying this. “Go higher, it’s somewhere around there.”
You went higher, revealing his solid chest. “Nope, don’t feel it.”
“Huh, I must have been imagining things.” He said, giving you an innocent look. 
You glared at him. 
Ugh, sneaky bastard.
“I'll go now.” All you wanted to do was go home and sleep this off. This has been such a tiring experience for you. Before you could leave again, he grabbed your wrist again.
“Wait, stay.”
Fuck, no you weren't going to stay. 
Sure, he was hot but you were so tired.
“Why? My shift is over. I gave you all the attention you need. It’s time for me to go home.”
Haechan frowned a little. The fun hasn’t even started yet. “You can’t leave yet. I need more attention, especially from a sexy, little nurse.”
Before you could protest, Haechan pulled your body on his bed. You couldn’t even react because he captured your lips with his, dominating it. 
It took you a few seconds to realize that you were actually kissing a patient. And your cousin’s friend. 
Fuck it. 
You knew what to do with this situation, like Minhee and Jaemin told you to. You kissed him back, not giving a rat’s ass that you were about to fuck a patient.
Haechan smirked. 
“I see you want my attention.” He said before entering his tongue inside of your mouth.
You just moaned for the cocky bastard. It was better to enjoy the moment than argue with him. Haechan’s lips were incredibly soft, almost pillowy. He deepened the kiss, the hand at the back of your neck bringing you closer. He felt your hand curve around his neck. He moved closer, lured by your response and a small, almost helpless sound you made as you opened your lips. 
Haechan was rubbing all over your body, and playing with your short skirt.
“You are such a bad nurse.” He growled before his right hand went inside your skirt, lightly massaging your clit with his thumb that was being protected by your very thin underwear. “Going around fucking all your patients, huh?”
“N-no…”
You arched your back and wrapped your arms around his neck. Dear god. Haechan looked at your exposed neck. Perfect. Leaning you closer, he began attacking your small neck, biting and sucking as hard as he could, making you gasp and clutched his neck even more.
“Haechan,” you moaned in front of his ear, turning him on even more. You could feel his hard member that was covered by his gown and boxers. You began grinding his body with yours, making him moan and wince.
Right now, he wanted to pounce and fuck your brains out right then and there. Instead, he pushed your panties to the side, and added not one, but two fingers inside your now wet pussy, his thumb continuing to massage your clit. “Does that feel good?”
“Oh god, yes…”
He thrusted hard and fast, hitting your g-spot again and again, making you melt and feel good. He moved his fingers to the side, up and down, forcing you to shudder. Haechan bit your bottom lip as he continued to stroke you with his pleasurable fingers.
After a few more strokes, Haechan finally took his fingers out, licking them in front of you. “You are so ready right now, noona.”
"What?" You pouted, slapping his chest in embarrassment. "Who's your noona?!"
Since you were straddling him, Haechan had expertly taken off your skirt and panties. 
How the hell did that happen?
“You are. Noona, can you help a patient out? I’m a very horny person.”
You couldn’t reply because he already thrust up inside of you, slowly. You knew he was teasing you, waiting for your reply.
“Yes, I'll help you out, Haechan-ah!” Haechan slowly hit your g-spot.
“I’m sorry. I can’t hear you.” He said, thrusting a little bit faster. “Damn, your pussy is sucking my cock.” 
He went inside of you again, making you arch, you moaning in pleasure.
“Yes! I'll help you!” You yelled. 
You prayed the other nurses didn’t hear the filth that was going on.
“Fuck, you feel good.” Haechan replied by thrusting inside of you faster now. Each thrust was filling you up with pleasure. Instead of laying down, he sat up in bed, making him go deeper inside your wet pussy. He continued to pound inside of you, making you whimper every time he hit the right spot.
You both came not once, nor twice, but three times. On the fourth fuck, Haechan could feel your walls clenching again.
“Haechan!” You screamed, giving him the satisfaction that he needed as you came for the fourth time. Haechan came as well, arms tightening around you as you continued to spasm in pleasure.
“Another round?” He asked, catching his breath as he gave you a cocky grin.
You lightly pushed off of him and got up. You wanted to, but there was no way you were going to do this for the fifth time. He was a very needy and horny guy. “No, now go to bed or something.”
You put your panties back on. You were about to put on your white skirt until Haechan grabbed it. He leaned towards you. “Tomorrow I need to be satisfied. Will you be here tomorrow to help me, noona?”
You bit your lip, blushing from his comment. 
Why did he have to fuck so damn good?! “Of course, I’ll be here Haechan.”
Satisfied, Haechan gave you back your skirt. He couldn’t wait for tomorrow. After all, you were his nurse.
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niki-phoria · 4 months
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⋆。°✩ i feel like we made it pretty far / now we're stargazing
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pairing: chenle x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 290
a/n: pls forgive any mistakes i wrote this in like 20 mins skndls
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thinking about gamer bf!chenle…
the sun had set long ago, leaving only the rainbow led lights decorating chenle’s pc to illuminate your shared dorm room. his arms rest lazily wrapped around your waist; his chin is perched to rest gently against your shoulder. you shiver when he occasionally leans down to press feather-light kisses against your skin. 
chenle’s voice is soft when it cuts through the tranquil quiet of your room, only broken by his raspy whispers of which direction you should travel in or which controls to use. his fingertips occasionally tap along to a silent melody against your hips. 
chenle leans back in his chair, gently tugging you backwards until your back is pressed fully against his chest. you sigh softly when his fingertips slip just underneath the stolen t-shirt covering your body to unconsciously trace unidentifiable shapes into your skin. 
he halfheartedly watches as you continue to progress through the game, only occasionally speaking up to quip about your performance and chuckling when he’s met with a snarky rebuttal in return. eventually chenle falls completely silent. he can feel his attention slowly slipping away from the game - the hd quality graphics being forgotten in favour of watching your reactions. 
smiling to himself, he almost misses it entirely when you twist around to face him. “you’re quiet.” you playfully narrow your eyes, letting the upcoming boss fight be momentarily ignored. “too quiet. what’s wrong?”
“nothing,” chenle simply shakes his head before leaning in to quickly steal a kiss. “i’m glad you’re having fun.”
you raise a hand to cup chenle’s cheek, gently stroking your thumb against his soft skin before leaning in to steal a sweet kiss of your own. “having you here makes it even better.”
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rockstarhaechan · 3 months
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nct dream reacting to you saying i love you first! (f)
asking nct dream to decorate the christmas tree! (t)
“you wanna bang on new year’s eve?” (t)
nct dream reacting to your performance! (t)
“guess who i pulled” (t)
“spit in my mouth” (t)
dreamies reaction to you sitting on their lap! (f)
asking dreamies to spit in their mouth! (t)
dreamies asking you to sit on their face! (t)
asking dreamies to do aegyo! (t)
calling them daddy over text! (t)
putting dreamies on a sex ban! (t)
nct dream getting caught making out! (f)
nct dream boyfriend texts (t)
nct dream reacting to you getting ur nips pierced (f)
right person wrong time (t)
being seen in dreamies vlog (t)
nct dream cheating on you (t)
asking dreamies to shout at you (t)
dreamies finding out you have a crush on them (t)
nct dream members as my fav songs (f)
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haechan taking care of you! (f)
random texts with haechan! (t)
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lee donghyuck texts (strangers to lovers) (t)
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haechan boyfriend texts part.2
sleepless (f)
after hours part 1. (f)
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rockstar hyuck (f)
enemies to lovers (t)
high for this (f)
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sad haechan texts (t)
haechan drabble (f)
haechan drabble 2 (f)
jisung:
3:33pm!(f)
random texts with jisung! (t)
smutty/fluffy jisung headcanons (f)
mark:
random texts with mark! (t)
chenle:
clingy chenle texts! (t)
heartless part 1. (f) coming soon
jaemin:
cute jaemin texts! (t)
jaemin drabble (f)
jeno:
horny jeno texts (t)
high for this (f)
random jeno bf texts (t)
renjun:
come closer (f)
renjun one shot (f)
you let renjun take control over you once (f)
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texting them you’re horny for them! (t)
being in a relationship with you! (f)
127 texts (t)
taeyong:
vanilla baby (f) coming soon
taeyong smutty/fluffy headcanons (f)
yuta:
rave (f)
doyoung:
doyoung boyfriend bp (f)
doyoung birthday texts (t)
jaehyun:
jaehyun thinking he’s handy dandy! (f)
jungwoo:
you made me question everything i thought i knew about love ! (f)
wayv:
boyfriend texts! (t)
wayv on sex ban (t)
“are you busy tonight?” (t)
horny wayv texts (t)
ten:
when he realized he loved you! (f)
winwin:
winwin bf headcanons (f)
conversations (f)
xiaojun:
when he realized he loved you (f)
hendery:
boyfriend texts (t)
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writtenbymkl · 1 year
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NCT DREAM MASTERLIST
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my future
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texts w/ crush mark
texts w/ crush mark pt. 2
texts w/ college student mark
random texts w/ idol mark
texts w/ idol mark 3
more random texts w/ idol mark
asking mark random questions over text
texting mark “i’m breaking up with you”
texting nct dream “i want a baby”
how the dreamies respond to “can you buy me pads”
texting mark happy birthday
punch
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how the dreamies respond to “can you buy me pads”
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jeno and that one live
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good person pt 1 | pt 2 | alternative ending
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texting nct dream “i want a baby”
how the dreamies respond to “can you buy me pads”
haechan confesses over text by accident
single mode: deactivated
bde (big dumbass energy)
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one like away
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3raaaachachacha · 1 year
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Lee Jeno x female reader / 582 words / smut
Warnings: cursing, dirty talk, teasing, restraints, mentions of jealousy, edging
Disclaimer: contains 18+ content; minors do not interact
Day eight of kinktober - lee jeno x bondage
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This was a proud moment for your boyfriend to be leading the New York fashion show runway. Although, you couldn't help but feel jealous at all the female and even male models fawning over him. You watched from the sidelines as he got prepared to walk the stage, many artists' hands on his body, talking to him in ways that had him showing his signature toothy grin. You couldn't help but wonder if he thought these women were just as gorgeous as you, but there was only one way to find out.
As Jeno was done getting ready, he turned to try and find you, but stopped in his tracks the moment he saw you laughing with another male, hand placed on his chest as you shot him a wink. Jeno felt his blood boil and he knew just what he was going to do once the two of you got back to the hotel room. Before you knew it, Jeno was leaving the arena early, wrist held firmly in your hand as he dragged you to the car and back to the hotel room.
"What's gotten into you, baby?" You smirked, knowing damn well what was up.
Jeno scoffed at your words, pushing you face first against the mattress of the hotel room before crawling on top as straddling your legs as he binded your wrists together behind your back with his tie, which caught you off guard but turned you on even more, "Don't be all smart with me baby. Flirting with others while I'm around? You really think I wouldn't notice?" He chuckled to himself, hands gripping your cheeks to look at him, "You want to act like a whore? Then I'll treat you like one."
Before you could respond, a sharp increase of breath left you as Jeno’s hand slapped your ass a few times before pushing your dress up above your waist and pulling your panties to the side," Fuck, Jeno."
"You like when I do this, don't you baby?" Jeno smirked, leaving forward to place his mouth onto your leaking core, "You're dripping and I haven't even touched you. Did those men turn you on? Do I need to remind you who you belong to?"
A loud whimper left your lips the moment his fingers toyed at your core, teeth still nipping at your clit as you pushed yourself up onto your knees to get even closer to him, hands trying to support yourself and look for him but failing miserably. Jeno couldn't help but laugh at your eagerness, knowing that this was what you wanted, but he had to play his cards right. He pushed you back flat against the mattress, hands gripping tightly to your hands so that you couldn't move.
"Stay still, that's a warning," Jeno mumbled against your clit, using his free hand to thrust his fingers. It didn't take long for Jeno to find that spot and within seconds, your moans got louder and you began to shake, your orgasm approaching rapidly but being cut short when Jeno pulled away.
"You didn't think you were gonna cum, did you baby?" Jeno snickered as he turned you around so that you were facing and watching him pull his leaking cock out his pants causing you to tug at the restraints in the need of touching him.
"I hope you're ready for a long night baby," Jeno teased, fingers caressing your folds, "Whores like you don't get what they want, when they want."
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nctsplug02 · 5 months
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i also want you to write for mrs suh and johnny (just like mrs jeong and jaehyun) 🥹🥹🥹
Misses Suh? j.suh
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GENRE: fluff, smut, dilf and milf parents, halloween night!
WARNINGS: milf and dilf parents, young children are mentioned in this story (several month old-17 year olds), drinking, fluffy scenes, slight angst scene but not really, kissing, flirting, groping, oral sex (M receiving), sexual commenting, car sex, rough sex, riding in the backseat.
WARNING 2.0: chenle being the absolute cutest in the world.
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DING DONG!
“trick or treaters already?” you wipe your hands on the ripped paper towel. “it’s only six?” you look away from the oven clock.
you grab the bucket of candy off the dinner table and walk to the front door only to see your husband has beat you to it.
“come on in, leslie!” a girl with her hair in short braids, a metal head brace on, her thick brown boots on, and books in her arms walk in.
“thanks, mister suh!” she comes in and quickly takes off her boots, neatly setting them aside.
“hey leslie, i thought you were a trick or treater!” you hold the big pumpkin bucket on your hip. “misses suh, you look so good!” she squeals.
you giggle and place a hand on your chest. “oh, thank you, honey.”
you and johnny were dressed as the joker and his ROD, harley quinn.
“now are you sure you don’t want to go trick or treating with your friends?” you pick at your nails while johnny joins your side.
johnny hugs your waist. “you can back out, just say the word.” johnny says with a nod.
leslie shakes her head firmly. “no ma’am and no sir. my friends are going with their families and i think i’m old enough to the point where i don’t need to go trick or treating anymore.”
“is that so?” leslie nods with a giggle and a snort ending it. “yes ma’am.”
“well, i’m gonna get my wallet so i can pay you now. just so i don’t forget.” you wink at the fourteen year old before leaving to the kitchen.
“don’t feel so bad, baby.” your husband follows you. “i can’t but help feel that way. i feel like we’re holding her back from living her childhood life.” you frown and unzip your wallet.
johnny bear hugs you, his chin on your shoulder. “she offered to watch our little min jung on halloween so, we aren’t doing anything wrong.”
“leaving a minor home alone with another minor?” you zip up your wallet after grabbing a fresh crisp $100 bill.
“she lives next door and her parents are home.”
you pause and laugh. “you just have an answer for everything, huh?” johnny hums, lightly grazing his red lips on your neck. “maybe.”
“no no, we start at my neighborhood then we start moving to the left.” haechan says coming down the stairs with his friends.
“hi haechan!” haechan flinches and jumps back. “leslie… how the hell did you get inside my house?”
leslie blinks and smiles. “oh, you don’t know? i’m babysitting your brother!” she giggles and ends off with a snort.
“yeah…okay, just don’t go in my room again.” leslie squeezes her books and nods.
a nudge pushes haechan forward. “uh…yeah, excuse us.” the group of boys squeeze past leslie who follows with her head.
“mom! dad! we’re going trick or treating, now!” haechan shouts with his hand on the door handle.
you usher to the front door. “already? it’s only six.” you frown and return with the cash fisted in your hand. “yeah, mom. we wanna go early so we can get the good king size candy bars. we’ll be back before ten, see ya—!”
“nuh-uh, uh, uh.” you shake your head while putting your hands on your hip. “lemme get a quick picture of you boys first.”
the seven of them line up, three of them squatting for the second photo.
“just one more,” you take a few more shots before haechan begins to whine. “no more, mom! we gotta go!” you glare at him and tsk. “donghyuck suh.”
haechan sighs and poses for the picture. “you boys look amazing!” you giggle at their costumes.
haechan as micheal jackson. (didn’t want to comply in the family halloween costume).
mark as spider-man. (with a big hole in the middle of the mask because haechan cut his breathing source too big).
renjun as a fox. (teased for being a furry).
chenle as jigsaw.
jaemin as a male harley quinn. (he refused to wear the booty shorts/skirt).
jeno as the joker.
lastly, the baby of the group; jisung who’s dressed as a white sheet cut out ghost. (he was lied to by the group that they were gonna go as white sheet ghosts).
“looks like we have ourselves some copycats.” johnny says, eating a kitkat. “it was unplanned!” jeno whines with jaemin agreeing.
“uh huh, sure. now, have fun trick or treating and be safe.” the boys who’s are kneeling stand back up and follow haechan who opens the front door and ushers them out.
“haechan,” you call out for the boy who halts and turns back to you. “what time should you be home?”
“ten.” you nod with a hum. “that’s right. any later than ten— i’m eating all your king size candy bars.”
haechan whines and is taken into your arms. “i love you, be safe.” you plant a kiss on his cheek. “you’re getting too tall.”
haechan was four inches taller than you but he still towered over you.
“i love you too, mom. don’t party too much, you’re getting old.” you scoff and shoo him out the house. “be safe, boys! i love you all.” you shout out the door before shutting it.
you turn to see johnny with leslie and the seven month old in her lap.
“looks like someone’s awake from their nap.” you walk over to the group and join johnny on the floor. “hey little mister, you’re gonna stay with our good neighbor, leslie.” you wipe min jungs’ drool off his cheek.
min jung coos and reaches out his arms to you. the three of you aw as you take him into your arms.
“now leslie, dear. i’ve left some instructions on the fridge. i also wrote emergency numbers—including my number and mister suhs.”
leslie nods. “yes ma’am. i’m sure we won’t be needing to use those emergency numbers! i’ve got it all under control. i took several baby classes so i’m pretty sure i know what i’m doing.”
you nod with a sigh. “alright,” you look at your husband who looks back at you. “you ready to head out?” he nods with a frown.
“okay, we’re gonna head out now. did you need anything before we leave?” leslie looks around and shakes her head. “no ma’am.”
“okay then, here he is. we have a whole bunch of snacks for you if you get hungry—and some backup bags of candy for the trick or treaters if we run out. i’m just gonna grab my bag then we’re gonna leave.” leslie nods and takes min jung back into her arms.
johnny stands and helps you up off the ground. “your bag.” he holds your bag up after helping you off the ground. “oh, thank you. i thought i left it in the kitchen.”
“nope.” johnny pats your hip and guides you to the front door where he watches you put on your boots.
“i’m gonna go start the car first so it warms up for you.” you nod and feel your heart flutter, for you.
johnny leaves the moment you finish lacing your boots. you give one more glance to leslie who makes the sleepy seven month old giggle.
“you sure you’ll be okay, leslie?” she looks back with a confused sound. “oh, yeah! we’ll be just fine, won’t we, min jung-ie?” she lifts the chunky boy up and makes him wave.
“okay then. i’ll see you later tonight. but if i don’t make it back before 10, leave baby with haechan.” leslie nods. “okay,” you extend, holding onto the door handle. “i’m going now. goodnight!”
when you shut the front door after you step out, you let out a deep breath.
it was the first time in months since you’d be leaving your son behind with a babysitter. it was always hard when leaving them even for a few minutes.
haechan was the hardest. since he was always attached to you, whenever you had to leave for work he would chase you out to the drive way whenever you tried leaving. some days you’d cave and stay with him until he eventually grew out of it.
you make your way to the car and johnny is standing by the passenger side with his phone to his ear. “—just make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid. be back by ten and be safe.”
johnny hangs up and smiles when seeing you. “hey puddin’.” johnny opens the passenger side. “hey joker, who was that on the phone?”
“just my brother.” you climb into the passenger side. “mark?” johnny nods, watching you seatbelt yourself on. “i was just telling him that since he’s the oldest, don’t let them screw around too much.”
“it’s halloween and they’re teenagers. let’s just hope we don’t need to bail any of them out of jail tonight.”
johnny laughs. “if anyone’s going to jail tonight, it’s you. you’re too sexy to be walking around like this, baby.” you roll your eyes as johnny shuts the door and jogs to the driver side.
the two of you take off after johnny seatbelts himself in.
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“cheers!” you squeal as you clink your long shot glass with the group of girls.
“nononono,” you whine when your shot glass is gently pulled away from you. “that’s too many shots tonight. especially for you since you’re a light weight.”
you pout and cross your arms. “i’m barely drunk! i’m like 2/4ths drunk.” you slur a bit. “sounds drunk to me.”
“please,” you scoff. “i’ve only had two cans and three shots.”
“yeah and those two cans took you an hour and a half to finish them.” johnny sets down the shot glass. “your point?”
johnny puts his hands on his hips—typical dad pose.
“it’s time for us to go home.” you whine and the girls join you. “we were supposed to be home two hours ago but you insisted we stay a few more minutes.”
“it’s halloween, john! loosen up!” taeils wife says while holding up a shot glass to you. “for real, johnny! don’t worry, dude—you’ll make it home in time to fuck your hot wife.”
you giggle with the girls at johnnys face and wrap your arms under his.
“i wanna fuck my hot wife when she isn’t heavily intoxicated.” johnny says, grabbing your ass under your skirt and then moving his hands up to your waist.
you whine once more and push yourself off johnny. “fine,” you fix his purple blazer with a pout. “we can go home since you’re that horny.”
johnny laughs, “sure, baby.”
johnny drags you to the car and buckles you in with reassurance and kisses. he settles himself in and drives off.
“wanna stop at a 7/11 so we can get some snacks for the drive home?” the drive home was approximately 45 minutes, taeil just had to buy a $3M house on the north side.
“mmm no, i have alcohol in my system and we’re driving—and that’s already not a good mix. but, if you want to get something, you can and i can feed you your snack so we don’t get pulled over.”
johnny laughs, slapping his hand on your thigh and rubbing the spot with his thumb after.
“it’s okay, baby. and, you’re right; beer and driving doesn’t mix well. don’t drink and drive.”
you sigh, “i think i can actually go for something to snack on.” johnny chuckles and makes a turn, driving to the nearest 7/11 and grabbing snacks.
“you got tuna kimbap?” you sort through the bag while johnny drives out the parking lot. “i got two.” johnny holds up a quick peace sign.
“mmm and you got some chocolate mochi balls on a stick?! oouuu! you even got some sweet potato chips!” you whine and pull out the treats.
you rip open the packaging of the chocolate mochi balls and you grab a stick. you yank one of the mochis and smack on the soft chewy dough. “want one?”
johnny looks at what you have in your hand and opens his mouth while his eyes stare at the road. “ahhh,” you say while johnny inhales the last two mochi.
“oh,” you stare at the stick. “oh, i’m sorry.” johnny muffles and laughs. “it’s okay, we have two more sticks.” you place the stick back into the packaging.
you grab the bag of sweet potato chips and you rip open the bag. “mmm, these ones are so crisp!” you nod and look in the bag, finding a nice big piece and plopping it in your mouth.
“me too, me too!” johnny says ahh and munches on the stack of potato chips you placed on his tongue.
as you continue to feed your husband, you realize the mess on his lap. “babe, you’re such a messy eater.” you brush away the crumbles.
johnny smirks and grips the steering wheel. “hmm, somebody’s excited.” you giggle and lightly squeeze the outline of his angry bulge. “and what for, hm?”
“i think you know what for.” you look at his phone, the maps app was open and it was directions on how to get home.
twenty minutes until home.
“this tesla can go autopilot, right?” johnny snickers at the way you asked the question. “we just got this car last week, my love. i’m not gonna risk it yet. not just yet.”
“next week?” there’s hope in your voice. “okay, sure, baby. next week.” johnny giggles.
you bite your lip and fiddle with his belt. “sooo,” you tilt your head and tug on his belt. “no autopilot…but, you didn’t say i couldn’t give you head while you drove us home?”
“you’re absolutely right about that, baby.” johnny glances at you and smiles. “you’re so smart.”
you undo johnnys belt and his pants. he lifts his hips a bit to give you some help on removing his jeans.
“i still can’t get over how lucky i am.” johnny scoffs as you press kisses on his tip. “i know, i’m a great catch.”
you fist him with two hands and smear the oozing precum. “and your dick is amazing.” you mumble before wrapping your mouth around his tip.
“oh shit,” johnny sighs and drops his heavy hand on your head.
you whine and push his hand off.
you’re a grown women, you don’t need assistance giving head. in this moment at least. winky face, winky face.
you moan and swirl your tongue around his tip. johnny curses loudly when you fondle his balls.
johnnys long and girthy, he knows he is. he’s proudly acknowledged that his wife chokes and gags on his dick and isn’t ashamed of it. so, when you force yourself down his shaft, tears instantly spring to your eyes.
“baby,” johnny pets your head. “baby, calm down.” you lift your head and use the back of your palm to wipe your lips. “don’t force yourself, it’s okay, baby. take your time.” johnny wipes your tears and kisses your lips.
you grab him by his base and retry but this time taking your time working down his dick.
while you work with johnnys length and girth, johnny notices your pretty ass in the air, swaying left and right. so, he lifts your skirt and gives you a few harsh spanks.
with tears dripping onto johnnys thighs, you still manage to fit his cock halfway down your throat before you’re pushing yourself off and gasping for air.
“good job, baby. you’re doing so good.” johnny wipes your cheeks, smearing your makeup as he does.
“i’m sorry,” you giggle when seeing his dick all messy with your red lipstick all over it and saliva slowly dripping down the sides of it. “i got a little messy.”
you don’t even notice when johnny pulls into the driveway until he puts the car in park.
“i love it when you’re messy. it turns me on so fucking much.” johnny pulls you in for a kiss, it turns heated and sloppy quickly.
“c’mere,” johnny lifts you out from the passenger side and drops you in his lap.
“uh,” you look back at the steering wheel and at johnny. “wanna push your chair back a little? it’s kind of crowded over here.”
you and johnny laugh while johnny pushes his chair back. “butt too big?” johnny pushes you on him and spanks you harshly that a moan fills johnnys ears.
“wanna just move to the back?” johnny suggests when feeling his legs cramp. “that’s a better idea.” you laugh and crawl to the back with johnny following.
you straddle johnny when he’s seated in the middle of the backseat.
“fuck, you sound so sexy.” johnny says while rubbing your ass.
johnny pulls your skirt to the side and rubs your pussy through your thong before pulling that aside as well.
“how’re we feeling tonight? eager or wanna take our time?” johnny asks, rubbing your clit with his fingers.
“eager,” you moan.
“that’s perfect.” you gasp as johnny pushes your hip down so that your cunt swallows him.
it was only the tip and you were already tensing up. “slow?” you nod, body shaking as you attempt to adjust to johnnys size.
even after birthing two human out of your vagina, johnnys size was still hard to adjust to. a lucky women you were.
“fuck,” you softly cry out when johnny bounces your hips.
your hand quickly grabbing his wrist and squeezing it tightly. “you okay, baby?” you nod, holding your breath.
“i just have to adjust—like usual.” you chuckle and slowly drop your hips, letting out a long hiss.
johnny has his hands on your hips, guiding you and reassuring you that you’re fine and that you’re doing amazing.
after settling for a few minutes, you give johnny a kiss and stare him down. “are you ready now?” you nod and giggle.
johnny smacks your ass and lifts your hips, rolling them down and repeating. “you’re so beautiful.” johnny says.
you kiss him and sit yourself up, letting johnny bounce your hips as you undo your top. “fuck,” johnny laughs and rolls his eyes when seeing your breasts drop in his face.
johnnys hands release your hips and attach themselves to your breasts. you giggle at his reaction and begin moving your hips on your own.
you moan loudly when feeling johnny nibble on your left nipple. his thumb rubbing the other in circles and sometimes giving them little pinches and tweaks.
you roll your hips and eager chase for your orgasm. moaning out loud and pulling on your husbands long locks.
johnnys cock being tugged and hugged tightly by your walls. “have i ever told you that i love your tits?”
“our first date.”
johnny laughs and buries his face in your breasts. it was like heaven with billions of the worlds best and most comfortable pillows around him.
“fuck,” you cry out and tighten your walls and thighs.
johnny releases your breasts and hugs your waist, holding you still and fucking himself into you. your little skirt bouncing with his thrusts.
johnnys pretty moans and grunts filling up the car along with your moans as johnny fucks you through your orgasm.
your tight walls clinging onto johnnys dick as he slides into you without any worries or problems. the sound of wet and skin slapping and meeting blend with the sounds of both you and johnnys moans.
johnny was very vocal during sex—praising you for every little thing you did, moaning when he felt the littlest bit of pleasure.
and johnny would tease you for being the loudest, as if.
johnny lets out a broken grunt when slamming his hips once more before freezing and staying still. his hips pushed up into yours while he forces his load inside you.
johnny pants out loud while slowly lowering his hips and holding his fucked out wife, you, to his chest.
sweat melting down his temples and nose, his makeup running with the sweat. your pigtails all messed up and lipstick smeared all over your mouth area.
“oh, puddin’.” johnny sighs with a big grin.
johnny lifts his head. “happy halloween, baby.” he kisses the top of your head and rubs your hips.
“it’s passed halloween,” you mumble and lift your head. “it’s november, baby. that means no nut november.” johnny laughs and shakes his head. “we failed didn’t we?” you nod and kiss his jaw.
after sitting for a few more minutes, just sitting in silence and making out like teenagers in the backseat of your car.
“ready to go inside, baby?” you nod and slide yourself off johnnys lap.
you and johnny clean up a bit before sneaking inside.
“i’m gonna go start us a shower, m’kay?” johnny presses a kiss on your head before tip toeing upstairs.
you go check on min jung who’s sound asleep in his crib with a bottle and haechans favorite stuffed brown bear next to him.
you leave the room and get jump scared by a tall figure. “misses suh?” it’s a soft voice. “chenle? what’s wrong, honey?” you cup the teens face and examine him in the dark.
“i thought i heard something but it was just you, i’m sorry.” you ruffle the sleepy boys hair and guide him to haechans room where everyone is scattered everyone and all asleep.
chenle stops after taking a step into the room. “misses suh?” you hum, holding onto the door handle. “i saved you some candy bars, it’s in the kitchen for you.”
you smile, “thank you, chenle. you’re a sweetheart. now get some rest, i’m sure you’re exhausted from trick or treating.”
chenle nods and joins jisung on the floor and under the sheets.
you shut the door and join johnny, briefly explaining to him about what happened with chenle before going for another round in the shower.
that’s an amazing way to end off halloween.
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AN| happy halloween, my loves! i now i’ve been inactive but i’ve been so busy on the outside of tumblr. i love and miss you guys so so much! please be careful trick or treating (if you guys still go because me and sneakylink are planning to go HAHSKSJ). also, be careful at parties! >:c
AAN| i didn’t know whether it was “jen the babysitter” or a
love you guys! 🩷
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