#lvlyworks

[lvlyynim]

based loosely on this.

haechan could feel you staring daggers at him from his bed. it is his fault for making empty promises within the past hour yet there he sat on his gaming chair, yelling to his mic, fingers clicking against the keyboard with agility.

you’ve been asking him to bed but was ultimately met with “just 5 more minutes baby, okay?” it’s been a really rough day for you and all you wanted was cuddles with your boyfriend but he obviously has other plans.

you sighed to yourself, switched off your phone and pulled the covers above your head. you were frankly too drained to start an argument. the sudden movement from his bed caught haechan’s attention and he turned to see your blanketed figure.

guilt pooled in his stomach and he logged off without a word. jeno’s gonna cuss him out tomorrow morning but whatever. you could feel the bed dipped from behind before feeling haechan’s arms around your middle. “i know you’re not sleeping, your shoulders are tense.” curse him for knowing you too well. you relaxed your shoulders and pretended to sleep.

haechan pulled you closer to his chest when you ignored him, whispering a soft apology. “i’m just gonna keep apologizing until you finally look at me” and that he did. he kept saying sorry until you finally caved in and turned to face him.

even in the dimly lit room, haechan’s smile was blinding when you turned to him. he planted a kiss on your temple and one more, and another and another until you were a giggling mess.

“i’m sorry.” one more kiss to the cheek.

“shut up.” you leaned in and kissed him on the lips. haechan immediately reciprocated, his hands snaked down your waist as yours gently held his face. it started soft and slow, a few shared smiles between kisses. haechan’s thumb drawing shapes on your exposed skin, feeling your lips move against his before they move down his jaw.

he hummed when you moved yourself above him, leaving open-mouthed kisses down his neck, your hands exploring the expanse skin underneath his shirt. he knows exactly where this is going.

“baby, let me make up to you.”

with that, he instantly flips you to your back, trapping you between his arms. you let out a whine when haechan licked a stripe of your neck before attaching his lips to your neck. your hands tangled his strands, occasionally pulling them when he sucked a little too hard.

but with every tug, haechan’s desire grew. he loved how your breathing grew ragged with every hickey he left. you didn’t even realised your bra was off until the cool air hits you, gasping as haechan’s warm mouth envelops your left boob. he relished in your moans when his teeth tugged your nipples while his free hand massages the other.

his hands slithered down to take off your pants, throwing them to the floor alongside your panties. you let out a whine of his name as haechan’s lips make their way between your thighs. ghosting his lips just where you need to him, hands massaging the back of your thighs.

you desperately need him and haechan being the little fuck that he is, wanted to be tease you a bit more.

“fuck baby, if only you could see yourself right now”

he dipped his tongue into you, taking a large lick just to get a taste. the pornographic moan you let out making haechan smirked. he dives in again, pushing your hips down his face so he can grind your pussy against his tongue.

“my baby taste so fucking sweet, god—”

haechan ate you out like a famished man, as if you were the last meal on earth. strings of curses and his name filled the quiet room as haechan practically made out with your cunt. his eyes stayed focus on you, watching your chest heaved and fucked out expression.

you didn’t care how loud you were neither does the male beneath you. fingers harshly pulling his hair, making him moan. he sucked on your clit, drawing tiny circles with his tongue on the sensitive bud and you swore you saw stars.

“h-hyuck! fuck—ah!”

haechan continued sucking you off even as your orgasm came crashing down without a warning, even as you begged him to stop cause it was too much. tears brimming the corner of your eye from the overstimulation but fuck it felt so good.

haechan lapped you hungrily as you squirted all over his face. pushing his head away so you could breathe, haechan just snickered. hair disheveled, face covered in your essence and a wild look in his eyes.

“next time you’re sitting on my face.”

[lvlyynim]

hugging hyuck is like hugging a fluffy 5’7 walking teddy bear. the minute you walk into the shared apartment, you’re engulfed in his arms. every bit of exhaustion and worrying thoughts melted away as soon as hyuck wrap his arms around you.

nothing better than waking up in his arms. entrapped in his arms, keeping you warm and safe. his face snuggled cutely on your chest as you played with his hair, soothing his back with your other hand. sometimes it’s the other way around.

peacefully cooking dinner in the kitchen when hyuck came up behind and hugged you. resting his head on your shoulder, you giggled as he slowly swayed your bodies to “solitude” by billie holiday.

“you know for a girlfriend, you’re very wifey material” you giggled again.

“oh yeah? who’s wife?” “mine.” “buy me a ring and i’ll think about it” “alright bet”

insists you wear his hoodie/jacket when you have separate classes. his excuse being you get cold easily and no boyfriend would let his girlfriend be cold. his ulterior motive being he loves seeing you in his clothes also subtly lets people know you’re off limits.

the amount of playful banter you’d have with this man. anything and everything is a topic of debate. before things gets too heated, he’d always engulf you and pamper you with kisses, admitting his defeat. “alright alright you win okay love?”

makes everything a competition. the type to scream “last one to make it to the car pays for dinner!” then proceeds to push you and runs. leaning cockily against the car, he’s with a salty look on your face. “YOU PUSHED ME THATS NOT FAIR!” “it’s not my fault you have short legs”

before when you and him were just getting to know each other for the first time, he made a playlist dedicated to the songs he’s reminded of you. he knew he was getting way ahead of himself but whenever you two spent time together, random song lyrics would echo thru his brain. one of the songs were “i was made for loving you” by tori kelly and ed sheeran, which was his favourite.

see you wouldn’t have known this if he hadn’t confessed to you in a drunken stupor. hell he even unlocked his phone and showed it to you before laying his head on your lap.

the aftermath of his drunken confession was you teasing him in the morning as his cheeks heat up. suddenly he remembered last night’s events, you had kissed him. he could still feel the ghost of your lips, so sweet, so soft and intoxicating.

“you kissed me last night, didn’t you?” he asked as he wrapped his hands around you from behind, cockiness dripping in his tone. you shrugged, “maybe i did, maybe i didn’t” hyuck turned you around and immediately pulled you into a slow kiss. instinctively, your arms circled his neck while his linked around your waist, not leaving a gap of air between your bodies. you sighed against his mouth before forced himself to pull away.

“been waiting all night to do that”

[lvlyynim]

“mark fuck me” the poor boy started choked on his own saliva, head whipping so fast towards you he might just get whiplash. “w-what?” he stuttered, looking at you like you have three eyes.

“i said fuck me” you repeated as mark continued to stared at you in disbelief before rejecting and returning back to his studies. friends don’t fuck each other. Right?

“not even if I beg?” he turned towards you again only to find you on your knees in front of you, headfirst facing his cock. mark’s breathing went shallow seeing you on the ground, eyes sparkling looking at him and slightly pouting. fighting every urge in his body not to shove his cock down your throat.

“mark please fuck my brains out with your cock” you pleaded with each word, your hands climbed higher and higher before resting on his thighs. mark watched you in awe as you rested your head in between his thighs. He was losing it right there and then, your doe eyes, how close you were to him, the neediness of your voice for him. every rational thought went out the fucking window when he felt your warm breathe against him.

“please markie?” something in him snapped upon hearing that nickname and he was bound to do what he might regret later but it doesn’t matter when he could hear you scream his name.

before you could process it, mark lifted you off the ground and onto his lap. legs instinctively wrapped around his torso, coming in contact with his erection, causing him to whimper slightly. his hand massaged your hips, slowly descending to knead your ass, watching your face contort in pleasure and body responding almost immediately by grinding on him.

you didn’t even realised your shirt was off until the cool air pierced your exposed skin, mark left open-mouth kisses on your neck down to your collarbones, sucking harshly on every crevice not before unclasping your bra and continuing his assault on each breast.

“markieeee” you whined as he sucked on your nipples, cold hands on the small of your back as he rubbed small circles with his thumb, setting off goosebumps all over your body. instinctively your back arched making contact with the table when mark sucked harder, taking the entirety of your left breast in his mouth, tongue swirling endlessly on your nipple.

fingers gripped onto his scalp as you let out airy whines of his name, massaging them making mark moan deliciously. As if sucking your tits weren’t enough, mark snaked a hand into your panties, rubbing a finger on your clit.

“so fucking wet for me, huh?” he teased, cocking an eyebrow, spreading your juices around your folds before rubbing circles on your clit.

“you wanted my cock so bad” he lined himself with one hand, the other holding you up slightly so you’re hovering above him. “ride me” he pushed you down to sat on his cock, earning a choked scream from you. adjusting to his size, you swirled your hips to relieve the minor discomfort before relishing in the pleasure.

mark thrust up unexpectedly, overwhelmed by the feeling of finally being inside you. for months he’s been fantasizing about you, hands wrapped around his cock pretending it’s yours. you bounced on him slowly, finding the right pace, hands on his shoulder for anchoring.

mark watched. he watched as the sight of his cock being swallowed by your soaking pussy over and over again. the way your tits bounce with each thrust and your head thrown back in pure ecstasy, revealing the expanse of your neck littered in his markings. mark doesn’t care anymore if he doesn’t cum because watching you using him to get off was more than enough.

he could feel you grew tired by how sloppy your thrust began but you were so close. so fucking close. mark grabbed your hips and slammed you down his cock harshly, “baby loves my cock doesn’t she?” you whimpered.

“are you gonna cum for me baby hm?” he coeed, seeing your face contort even more and your chest heaving. you were right on the edge. mark’s name come out of you like a mantra mixed with a few profanities.

“fuck mark! i’m-i’m comi-”

mark placed another slap and that’s when you lost it. the knot in your stomach exploded and you came on mark’s cock. mark was delirious, losing himself to the feeling of you coating his dick, he came shortly after you.

practically collapsing on top of the poor boy, mark rubbed circles on your back to calm you down, whispering sweet praises.

“come on let’s get you cleaned up”

[lvlyynim]

bestfriend!mark who’d remember your usual drink and pastry order so he’d have an excuse to crash your study session in the library.

bestfriend!mark who always has a spare charger in his bag whenever your phone is running low.

bestfriend!mark who would lull you to sleep with a few plucks from his guitar and soft singing.

bestfriend!mark who keeps small gifts you gave him and stores them in a cupboard box, calling it his memories box. (from the first movie ticket you two went together to the polariods of you and him)

bestfriend!mark who has a crush on you ever since 9th grade, you skipped school to take care of him when he was sick.

“don’t you have that very important history test? the one you spent weeks studying for”

“oh shush, you’re more important than that stupid test. now shut it and drink this”

bestfriend!mark who has a drawer full of his shit in your closet cause he’s constantly over at your place.

bestfriend!mark who would stay up all night stargazing with you from the small balcony.

bestfriend!mark who nearly burned down your kitchen, trying to make a sunny side up.

“you are never ever entering my kitchen again. at this point mark, you’re setting yourself up everytime you grab a pan”

“at least this one is better than the rest-”

“THAT’S NOT THE POINT”

bestfriend!mark who always know when something is wrong and shows up with your favourite snacks and his hoodie.

bestfriend!mark who sents you sunset pics daily saying it reminds him of you. he’s also your personal weather forecaster.

bestfriend!mark who orders fast food and eats them with you in his car, in an empty parking lot.

bestfriend!mark who holds your hand in crowded places out of fear of losing you in a sea of people. (also your hands will stay interlocked for the whole day)

bestfriend!mark who’s your biggest supporter and constantly encourages to face your fears, reminding it’ll always work out in the end.

bestfriend!mark who dyed his hair blue after losing his bet with haechan (and it was probably the best thing to happen cause it suits him, to the point where you can’t stop staring at him)

“you look great with blue hair”

“hm? dang really?”

“mhm probably my favourite colour out of the all other ones”

“damn you liked it that much huh? is that why you keep staring at me?”

“shut up and finish your food”

bestfriend!mark who rubs his hand up and down your back whenever you two hug.

bestfriend!mark who stays sober if you two go out for drinks or during parties so he could take care of you in case you do too many shots.

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bestfriend!mark who jerks off to a photo of you almost every night before being consumed by guilt and shame. (and does it again the next night)

bestfriend!mark who shamelessly checks out anytime you wear something a tad bit revealing. (his favourite : you in skirts)

bestfriend!mark who finally had the chance to pour his feelings out to you and fuck you senseless afterwards.

“you have no fucking clue how long i’ve wanted this” you let a broken sob, feeling as if his cock is gonna split you in half with how deep he is. how big he is.

mark just chuckled at your disheveled state, legs pinned to your body, eyes rolled back in euphoria, body littered with his mouthwork.

“taking me so good baby, so fucking good” he’s losing it by the second. with how you’re clenching around him, he’s not gonna last long. your high pitched moans is a telltale sign you’re in the same boat as well.

mark was a gone man when you wrapped your legs around his waist and pushed him deeper into your dripping cunt. leaning a whine of your name, he came hard. you took advantage and pushed him onto his back, straddling him.

wind knocked out of mark’s lungs seeing you bouncing on his cock, desperate for your own release. mark was choking on his sobs, his cock overstimulated to the point where he could cry any moment now.

“ba-baby please ngh please come please”

“fuck mark, i-i’m cumming”

it didn’t take long for the knot in your stomach to snap, orgasm washing over your body with a long whine of mark’s name.

[lvlyynim]

hyuck couldn’t keep his hands off you, he can’t keep his hands off you in general. he has to have some kind of physical contact or else he’ll be a big whiny baby.

one normal day in the library, he clinged to your side, hands snaked around your waist and his head safely tucked in your neck. your sweet perfume invaded his nostrils and the boy sighed contently. his warm breath sent goosebumps down your spine as you tried not to react it as much.

you pinched his cheeks asking “you okay?” to which you felt him nod, “yea i’m just tired” “do you want to go home” you felt bad seeing as it was 8:56pm and way past the approriate time to still be in school.

as much as he wants to lay in bed right now, he couldn’t get enough of your scent. he wants to know your perfume and spray it all over his room so everything smells like fresh daisies. it was driving him crazy and he wanted more.

hyuck stayed silent instead pulled you closer, the sound of the chair being dragged against the tiled floors echoed throughout the empty library. the boy dug his head deeper into your neck, the grip on your waist tightened.

“you smell so good” sent another round of shivers down your spine. “so fucking good”

hyuck dragged his lips down your trapezius experimentally, ghosting his lips against your skin to pull anything from you that will cause him to stop. to signal him you don’t want this to go on any further.

you whined and hyuck swears his mind exploded, that was the signal he needed.

he placed butterfly kisses down your shoulders, lifting you up to sit on his lap. hyuck pulled the collars of your shirt down to give him more access but you weren’t having it.

faster than lighting, you took off your shirt and hyuck froze. eyes travelling down your neck, taking in the lace details on your bra to the swell of your breast and it’s all for him.

you kissed him hungrily, relieving from any doubts he had, you wanted this as much as he does.

cherry chapstick. she fucking tastes like cherries. cherries and daisies. cherries and daises.

hyuck sighed into the kiss, letting his tongue dance against yours, your fingers tangled in his soft hair, pulling ever so slightly when he kissed down your throat. hyuck was kissing the girl of his dreams. he can die a happy man now.

he took his precious time marking you. fresh red hickies tainted the surface of your neck, shoulders and clavicle. your bra long gone as hyuck circled his tongue on your sensitive nipples as he released with a pop, leaving you a whining mess.

hyuck leaned back, admiring his work on your torso. countless hickies littered across your skin and it’s all from him.

“now let’s get to the good part”

[lvlyynim]

college boyfriend!haechan who always insists on hand carrying your textbooks and walks you to your next class.

college boyfriend!haechan who always lends you his leather jacket whenever you have separate classes so you would stop complaining the ac being too strong.

college boyfriend!haechan who’s pride swells a little whenever you wear his hoodies and sweatshirt.

college boyfriend!haechan who crashes at your place daily and comes up with a new excuse everytime.

“i’m helping you with your assignment” “your way of helping is clinging onto me like a koala while i’m tryna get work done” “absolutely.”

college boyfriend!haechan who carries you to bed whenever you fell asleep in front of the laptop and stays the night with your tired figure tucked between his arms.

college boyfriend!haechan who sends you random selfies throughout the day just to distract you. (and it works everytime)

college boyfriend!haechan who takes you out for late night food runs whenever you’re too lazy to cook. (and he offers to pay everytime)

college boyfriend!haechan who drags you to a karaoke booth and forces you to duet with him. (he butchers the lyrics cause he was too distracted at how pretty you looked under the neon lights)

college boyfriend!haechan who has a secret notebook filled with songs and poets written about you.

college boyfriend!haechan who scribbled notes and sticks it on your stuff like your laptop etc.

“i found your note. thank you hyuck <3 i was having a rough day”

“your welcome princess and i mean it when i say i love you to the moon and back”

college boyfriend!haechan who keeps a note of all your favourite things and little details about you.

college boyfriend!haechan who has an album dedicated to you on his phone.

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college boyfriend!haechan who pulls you to the nearest stall for a quickie cause he can’t keep it in his pants.

college boyfriend!haechan who grabs your ass whenever no one’s watching.

college boyfriend!haechan who loves it whenever you wear sundresses cause it gives him easy access.

college boyfriend!haechan who loves fucking you in an empty classroom or 15 minutes before class starts.

“hyu-hyuck please. i can’t an-anymore” you gripped the table, head thrown back as your second orgasm exploded. haechan show no signs of stopping his relentless thrusts.

“come on, pretty girl just one more. one more f’me okay?” his fingers creating dents around your waist while he checks his watch, hips still slamming against your dripping cunt. 5 more minutes.

[lvlyynim]

the hotel door open and closes behind you as jaemin took off his blazer, throwing it on the bed and loosen his tie. he sat on the bed with a sigh while you took off your earrings in front of the vanity mirror.

“had fun with Jay tonight?” his words came out bitterly much to his liking. jaemin watches you intensely from the mirror’s reflection, an unbothered expression on your face as you answered, “yeah it’s been awhile since i’ve seen him”

he scoffed and shook his head. “what about you? had fun eye-fucking me all night?”

before he knew it, you were straddling his lap, hands resting his shoulder with an amused look. so much for being discreet.

your hands slide down to undo his tie and jaemin rested his hands right below your waist. “you wore this on purpose, didn’t you?” his left hand went up to your back, caressing the exposed skin and goosebumps erupted all over your body.

you smiled cheekily, “maybe, maybe not” jaemin leaned over and kissed down the slope of your neck. “you’re cute when you’re jealous” he hummed, “i just don’t like people touching what’s mine”

jaemin sighed, drunk on your scent, hands roaming your body mindlessly. sliding off the thin straps of your dress, jaemin trailed his lips pass your collarbones, harshly sucking on the exposed skin. you sighed contently to which only fuel jaemin’s determination.

“jaemin kiss me please” begging to feel his lips against yours and he happily obliged. hands flew to grip his hair, lips crashing in a needy kiss. pushing yourself further up jaemin’s lap, closing any gap between your bodies, wanting to feel him close.

your hands prying the buttons of his shirt open, pushing the material off his broad shoulders and thrown across the floor. “impatient, aren’t we?” the words left his lips just as your lips did, instead they found home on his neck. leaving nothing but maroon kisses down to his clavicle.

you pulled off of him, feeling satisfied with your work. nothing compared to the sight of na jaemin covered in your hickies, no skin left unmarked. the low lighting in the room made the scene before you all the more sexy. jaemin’s hooded eyes clouded by nothing but pure lust and want.

he reconnected your lips once again, getting off the taste of your strawberry lipgloss. he despises the fruit with his whole heart but fuck did it taste good on you and he just couldn’t get enough.

this woman will be the death of me someday. he thought.

clothes on the floor long forgetten, leaving two bodies bare for each other’s pleasure. jaemin’s cock stretched your walls, pain shooting up your spine, accommodating to his size. whispering sweet praises to distract you from the pain before it subsided and all you’re left with was overwhelming pleasure.

jaemin lifted your hips before pushing you back on his cock, erupting a loud moan from you. “quiet princess we don’t want your sister walking in, now do we?” you nodded, slowly bouncing on jaemin’s cock and settling with a steady pace. with each thrust, jaemin’s patience was thinning, stopping himself from pushing you down and fucked your brains out. he wants you to use him to come.

his prayers were heard when you bounced faster, desperate to catch your own high. jaemin was enjoying himself too much, drunk on the sight of your head thrown back, letting out broken sobs of pleasure, using him to get yourself off. his favourite girl riding his cock, he could’ve come right there and then.

running low on patience, jaemin thrusted up as your hips meet his making you moan out loud. he smirked, continue his actions all while you struggled to stay quiet. “pretty girl likes my cock, doesn’t she?” he groaned, your walls clenched around him signalling you’re close.

“is my girl gonna come?” “ye-yes jaemin please i’m c-cumming” jaemin thrusted faster trying to chase his own high. “come around my cock, pretty girl” letting out a strained moan of his name, waves of pleasure came crashing down on you, making you see stars at the back of your eyelids. jaemin came not long after, pulling you close to release his load, filling you up to the brim.

his hand soothed your back as you went limp on him. wordlessly jaemin carried you to the bathroom to clean both of your bodies. he placed you gently on the sink counter and adjusted the shower to lukewarm temp just how you like it.

“round two in the shower?” you suggested with a shit eating grin.

[lvlyynim]

22:45

PAIRING : Na Jaemin x fem!reader

WARNING : smut. (i tried)

AUTHOR’S NOTE : consider this an apology for disappearing off the face of the earth. I tried my best enjoy <3

MUSIC REC : Do I Wanna Know? by Artic Monkeys, Only Ones Who Know by The Neighbourhood, Over 85 by Hojean.

“She ghosted me.” Na Jaemin muttered into the sleeve of your shirt, forehead against it while his hands gripped the ends of your shirt. He knows he looked like a sulking baby but who gives a fuck. It’s just you, who has seen him at his worst.

Who has seen him vomit his ass off the morning after any party he crashed. Seen what he looked like after a week of no sleep during exam season. Seen him hug a potted plant after smoking pot with his friends.

You put down your pen, softly caressing his head in attempt to comfort him but that only made the tears well up even more. You shifted slightly to pull his trembling frame into a hug, rested his head in the curve of your neck. Jaemin rarely scratch that never cried over a girl but Kim Minjeong was different, he quoted.

He said it was the closest thing to love he ever felt. He thought she was serious about them but there was never a ‘them’, she was just messing around. Maybe it’s cause he slept then ghosted with one of Minjeong’s friend and used his crush on her against him. Not saying he deserved it perhaps getting his heart crushed will be his wake up call and be better.

“Is it okay if I sleep over tonight?” he muffled just enough for you to make out. “Of course Jaemin”

—

Jaemin’s hands pinned your hips down as he grind his own against your clothed cunt. Lips feverishly marking your neck, not leaving an inch skin bare. This is not typically how sleepovers are but you weren’t one to complain.

Your hands raking his hair to keep yourself anchored as his mouth worked itself down your chest. Jaemin pulled you up to straddle his lap, instantly removing his shirt and throwing them somewhere. “Be a good girl and ride my dick will you?”

So you did. Bouncing on his dick like the needy whore you are, gripping his shoulders hard, your thighs stinged but you didn’t care. Not when he’s hissing your name over and over everytime you thrust back down on him. Not when he’s making the prettiest sounds all because of you. He noticed you were getting tired and decided to lend a hand.

Pushing you back down so he’s on top, legs wrapped around his torso. Thrusting in and out of you without mercy, filling you up so nice with his cock. Jaemin can’t think straight at this point, balls deep in you, he wanted nothing more than you to continue screaming his name. He’s so pussy drunk its pathetic.

“Let your neighbours know who’s cock screwing you this good” Seeing you take everything he gives like a good little whore. The sight of your scrunched up face in pleasure and your cunt taking his huge size was pure euphoria, he’s not gonna last long.

Pleasure waves overtaking your body as the knot finally snapped, arching your body flushed against Jaemin’s chest. Screaming his name as you came soon so did he, his hips stuttered and let out a guttural moan, cock filling you up so good.

His whole body came crashing down on you, arms lazily wrapped around your waist keeping him from passing out. Chest still heaving, heartbeat synchronized with each other as you two lay there, your fingers gently caress his head, not wanting to break the silence. Partly because this will forever change the course of your friendship and you two fear it. Deeply.

Jaemin not wanting to lose you just cause he couldn’t keep it in his pants. You, on the other hand didn’t know how to tell him you don’t want this to be a one time thing. You refused to be like his previous hook-ups, forgotten after one night.

Jaemin’s a coward so he just lay there, relishing in your sweet caressing before he fucks up the only good thing in his life, you. If he’s gonna lose you, let that be something he worry the next morning.

“Please stay.” barely above a whisper but he heard it. He hugged you tigher until the sun rose.

[lvlyynim]

“TEN NO-” you covered yangyang’s mouth with both your hands, stopping him from interrupting ten.

the male in front of you continued, “as i was saying, yangyang has this grand romantic gesture on how to confess his feelings to you but shit hit the fan” you nodded, hands still clamping his mouth.

someone made up a rumour that yangyang was seeing other people when he was obviously into you. to avoid a misunderstanding, he explained everything to you including his feelings.

“first, he’d take you out on a date. arcade, the mall, buy you whatever you want and stuff. Then he’d take you to the beach to watch the sunset” ten continued.

yangyang muffled something against your hands, making you remove them. “i prepared everything from the picnic blanket, a cooler full of coke, basket full of your favourite snacks and a bouquet of fresh pink peonies, your favourite.” he said, face flushed pink in embarassment. with a sigh, he carried on.

“we’d stay in each other’s embrace, talking about everything and anything with Matt Maltese playing. then i’ll hand you a handwritten letter with my honest feelings since I’m terrible with words.”

the smile on your face never left, only grew as he kept going on and on about his plan. your cheeks physically hurt from smiling too hard and when he didn’t say anything, you assumed he finished talking.

“you did all of that for me?” a part of you still can’t believe he planned all that but god he’s so cute when he’s shy.

all he did was nodded, still not meeting your eyes. a million thoughts race through his mind most of them with a negative outcome. why are you so quiet? are you gonna laugh at him? why aren’t you saying anything?

cupping his face, you kissed him. You felt him tensed up for a bit before reciprocating the kiss. your hands slid down to wrap around his neck and his around your waist.

this is what he’s been waiting for. this moment right here right now. your lips,his lips, apocalypse. he dreamt about this for so long ever since he set his eyes on you in the library.

so soft. strawberry flavoured lip balm. his new favourite flavour.

yangyang was pulling you closer, lips slowly moving against yours before a cough interrupted the sweet moment. the two of you pulled away from each other to face ten, arms folded with a teasing expression.

“i’ll leave you two but please don’t make out in broad daylight. at least wait till it’s nighttime.” he winked before leaving.

you turned to face yangyang but his eyes were already focused on you with the widest smile on his face. the glint of pure euphoria and lovesickness evident just from the way he looks at you.

“we have to redo the date” you were adamant about it.

“now?”

“now.”

[lvlyynim]

catalogue ✩

all of my works in one place. proceed with caution as some contain nsfw material. you have been warned. do not plagiarise.

fics are all under the #lvlyworks updated as of april 2023.

★ - for untitled fics

mark | 19:56 | 18:40 | 19:19 | ★ | ★

jeno | 8:30 | 13:23 |

haechan | ★ | ★ | ★ |

jaemin | 22:45 | ★ |

yangyang | 20:34 | 17:34 | 15:12 | ★ |

[lvlyynim]

18:40

mark lee x fem reader (suggestive)

music recommendation : feels — kehlani

Electricity jolted through your body as Mark dived into your wetness tongue first. His wet muscle licked your slit, making you wiggled, lips trying to contain your noises.

He pulled away slightly, whispering “Finally” before diving right back. Lazily strokes your clit with his tongue just to wind you up more, “Mark faster please” you voiced out in desperation.

Maybe if it weren’t for the circumstances, he’d make you beg more until tears started to fall but the party’s about to start soon.

You gripped on the sides of the dresser table for dear life all while Mark sucked, licked, stroking, nibbling your clit. Head thrown back as waves of pleasures surfed thru your body making your toes curl.

Instinctively your legs began to tensed up, threatened to close around the poor man but Mark’s hold on your thighs to keep them open grew firmly. That’s gonna leave a mark.

“Taste so fucking good and all for me huh” he groaned. You could feel his cocky smile in that sentence.

As your throat struggles to keep you from moaning too loud, Mark strokes your clit faster, vigorous up and down motions sending you off the edge. Moans of Mark’s name slipped from your pretty lips, chanting his name over and over again as they threatened to grew louder.

A high pitched squeak left you when Mark brushed against that spot inside of you. The built up knot in your stomach grew tighter as Mark continues his tongue action, determind to give you the best orgasm in your life. And boy was he close.

“Are you close my love”

You didn’t even had the chance to answer him when your orgasm hit you like a truck, the tensed up knot finally bursted, leaving you in a state of ecstasy, pure bliss.

Mark’s question was answered by the throaty scream you let out and the overflowing juices that ran down his chin, staining his black blazer tux. Mark licked you clean no doubt, slurping the remnant of your juices. Catching your breath after coming down from your high, your grip on Mark’s hair turned into a soft cafuné.

“You taste so good princess. For me only.”

He rose up and you meet his disheveled self, hair all tousled up, semi noticeable white stains on his shirt that’s definitely not from you. His hands massaging your thighs, knowing well how sore they are.

You pulled him by the tie into a passionate kiss, instinctively his tongue clashed into yours. Mark hummed, caressing your beautiful curves as you pulled away, arms still looped around his neck.

The faint sound of music made both of you turned your heads towards the door. The party’s starting. You quickly readjusted Mark’s loose tie while he stared at you like a lovesick puppy. My god she’s beautiful. He adjusted the fallen strings of your dress and he helped you off the dresser.

You glanced at the mirror, checking for any minor readjustments or any indication that you got eaten out 20 minutes before the party starts. “You look perfect darling” Mark complimented, placing a kiss on your neck, resting his head after.

Mark did not lie. You looked perfect. Anyone could see how the red dress highlights your natural curves and hugs your figure wonderfully. Bedazzled with the matching necklace earring set Mark gifted you.

You turned around to face him, resting your hands against his chest, “You should wear a tux more often, you look very handsome” your remark made him laughed in turn made you laughed too.

“Want me to wear a tux everytime I eat you out?” finishing his sentence with a cocky eyebrow raise. He’s not against the idea though. “I’d probably come on the spot just the sight of you in one”

Mark extended his arm willing you to take it and you did, linking your arms together. He closed the door after you and you two passed the wallpapered hallway of the hotel, down to the ballroom. You whispered, “You probably should not tell Jeno that you eat me out in his room by accident”

[lvlyynim]

20:34

“No.” Yangyang said nonchalantly causing your smile to fade into a frown. You batted your eyes at him as a last resort to buy you ANOTHER hoodie as oppose to your heavy basket filled with more hoodies, obviously not all are yours only a majority of them.

(Yangyang's pov)

She better not pull a puppy eye dog one me I swear to god if she-and she did fuck. This girl is gonna be the death of me and my wallet someday.

“Fine” He gave up and took the hoodie from your hands, shoving it into the basket. You silently clapped your hands, doing a little victory dance as the male rolled his eyes. Dragging you towards the counter to check out before some shiny item caught your eye and he's forced to live the same fate as before.

You smiled like a child when Yangyang pulled out his credit card from his wallet. “很帅哦”(You look cool) “当然如果是我换钱看到很帅”(Of course I look cool paying for your stuff) The sarcasm ingrained in his sentence in contrast with his action made you chuckle.

Exiting the store with wearing the biggest smile while Yangyang zoned out, thinking back how much money he’s spent of you. Deep down he knows its worth it for as long as you're smiling. No matter how many times he complained about your shopping tendencies, he’ll still buy what you want regardless the price.

God I fell hard. And I'll keep falling.

The male felt your arms clinged onto his, tiny fingers gripped the fabric of his jacket. He stopped dead at his tracks, eyes fixated at your hands holding onto him until it's gone. You pulled away, “Sorry old habits I forgot you're not comfortable.”

Then it hit him. You had a habit of clinging onto people’s arms because public spaces can scare you sometimes. You felt safer when holding someone.

As soon as Yangyang realized he basically pushed you away, he took your arm and hooked it with his. Hands finding their way home into yours, fingers laced together squeezing yours tightly.

His abrupt change in behaviour and skinship made your heart flutter. You know he’s not a big fan of skinship in public but the fact he was willing to cross his comfort zone for your own set off butterflies in your stomach.

[lvlyynim]

8:30

“You made these?” Jeno turned around, two cups of milk in hand. He followed your eyes to the plate of staked chocolate cookies, he spent all morning baked just for you.

You like em?” Jeno anxiously waiting for an answer as you took one out for a little taste. His heart calmed down seeing your smile, vigorously nodding.

“IT’S REALLY GOOD!” mouthing still chewing on the cookie. Jeno let out a sigh of relief, shoulders relaxing almost instantly.

“I’m surprised you didn’t burned down the kitchen.” you teased, taking another cookie.

“You doubt me that much huh?” Jeno embraced you from behind, trapping you in his arms whilst you struggle to break free, giggles rung throughout the apartment.

“Merry Christmas Jeno”

Eyes immediately turned into cresents, “Merry Christmas darling”

[lvlyynim]

13:23

Jeno silently watched you from his seat far back in the class. He watched as you kept shivering due to the coldness of the classroom.

Frequently rubbing your hands together, blowing hot air into your palms. Usually you'd stand the cold but today wasn’t that day, the pouring rain outside only adds to the coldness.

The recess bell rung.

Finally.

Just you were about to leave the class to catch up with your friends for lunch, Jeno grabbed your shoulders making you turn around to face him.

“Here” he handed you his hoodie.

“What about you?” you were hesitant to take it but Jeno insisted.

“I’ll be fine. The back of the class isn’t that cold anyways” his smile made you worry less. It’s heartwarming seeing how Jeno cares about you from afar, you felt safe.

The second you put it on, his cologne fills your nostril. Jeno can’t help but smiled at the sight of you wearing something of his, not to mention it makes you look tiny.

“You should go before anyone sees us” he said.

“Are you kicking me out?” you teased.

You linked his pinky with yours, leaning in and kissing his nose.

“Thank you and see you at our spot after school?” Jeno hummed in response and you left to catch up with your friends.

“Who's hoodie is that?”

[lvlyynim]

19:56

“MARK IT’S SNOWING” you squealed causing the man to jumped from his seat. The sight of his partner getting all giddy up seeing the first fall of snow made him subconsciously smile too.

Both hands on the glass panel of the balcony door, you watched how the snow glistens as it fell. Piles of it quickly formed, covering everything in white.

Your breath fogged up the glass, eyes still fixated on the snowfall. You didn’t realised Mark snuck up behind and wrapped his arms around you, head instinctively rested on your shoulder.

Mark knew how much you loved the snow. The sparkle in your eyes and the smile across your face from ear to ear. “Remember when we first met, it was snowing like this?”

“Yeah and didn’t Taeyong if you meet someone during the first fall of snow you’ll fall in love?”

“And here we are” Mark chuckled followed by yours. You turned to face him, hands resting on his chest. Nothing but pure adoration and affection embedded in Mark’s eyes. Anyone could see how in love he was with you. The way he talks about you, the way he holds you, the way he looks at you, the way he cares for you.

“I love you Mark”

He brought up and kissed the top of your hand, shivers ran down your body.

“I love you more darling”

[lvlyynim]

15:12

“Your boyfriend is in Oasis Hotel.”

Your phone lit up with a notification that made every hair stood on ends. Who is it from? None of that matters now, so you were right all this time.

You doubted yourself but it all make sense now. the late replies, late hours he spent in “work”and the sudden change of attitude. your suspicion grew when you found a chipped nail in his back seat, you were sure it wasn't yours but kept quiet.

You reached for your phone and calling the only person you could trust, Yangyang “Hey wanna go drinking?”

Yangyang just stared at you once you finished telling him everything. It took every bone in your body to not breakdown in front of him but he knows you better than anyone else and your eyes gave it all away.

He saw the way the tears were pooling around the corners, threatening to fall any moment, you wiped them before they even got a chance and shot you a smile.

“How-how can you still smile after everything he has done?” the question caught you off guard, he sounded angry well who could blame him.

“Crying won't help anyways so whats the point?” you trailed off. “Well at least give him a taste of his own medicine” he protested, taking a shot of the soju.

Your eyes burned as the tears started to form again, you sniffled once again wiping them away. “Hey it's okay to cry you know” Yangyang cooed, placing his hand on top of yours, you smiled at him letting him know you appreciate the kind act.

“If he can sleep with other girls, I can too right?” Yangyang nearly choked on his own saliva, shocked written all over his face. “I mean i can find someone to hookup so that we're even.” It's concerning how carefree those words left your mouth and with a straight face.

“Well do you have anyone in mind?”

“You.”

The statement had Yangyang snapping his neck from his glass to you. The playful grin on your face made him question if you were serious or just pulling his leg. He tried to read your face for anything that suggested you were messing around but it was clear that you were dead serious.

You moaned feeling his mouth latched onto your neck, sucking it ever so sweetly, decorating the skin with purple markings.

Your sweet moans only encouraged him even further, dragging his tongue down to your collarbone, leaving no skin unmarked.

“Mine.” he growled.

The room filled with airy moans and article of clothing being thrown across the living room. Your thoughts only focused on how good Yangyang's mouth made you feel, littering kiss marks on your skin.

You pushed him down the couch cushion, immediately connecting your lips. He chuckled in between, “He hasn't been touching you right?”

You stopped kissing him and he took it to his advantage, flipping you around before placing you on his lap.

Burying his face into your neck, instinctively your hands brushed through his pink strands. He placed small kisses, whispering “It's okay baby, you can use me.”

Nothing but tenderness in his voice. “Use me all you want, I'm all yours.”