#mark reactions

[lqfiles]

✰ dating lee mark.

a companion for life.

dating mark comes with an unspoken loyalty towards you. mark would root for you no matter, even if you aren’t aware that he is. he’d do everything in his capacity to make sure that life goes your way, because mark wants to see you thrive and be happy. whether it be opportunities or any other events in your life, mark would attempt to help you out in whatever way he can. doing research on work fields that you’re interested in during his free time and coincidentally bringing up how there is a job near your place that you could apply for. or, you could complain to mark on the phone how it had started being burdensome to get up in the mornings and prepare your stuff, and wake up the next day to a small note and a lunch box on your kitchen counter that mark had placed there for you, encouraging words written on them. if no one is on your side, you know that at least mark is.

attempting a new lifestyle (just for you).

mark is someone who has a set routine in life, a schedule that he follows daily. he’s a person who knows what he does and doesn’t like, but with you, he doesn’t think a little change can hurt. mark would rarely have the time to go out and enjoy the outside world. you on the other hand, love to explore, which is how mark finds himself getting dragged by the hand as you show him your favourite places. mark, who is scared of heights, but would let you lead him to the top of a building because you like the view up there. he knows he doesn’t enjoy the taste of ketchup, yet he’d keep quiet and let you feed him the french fries drizzled in it. mark who’s world revolves around his work and work ethic doesn’t think he’d mind making space for your world in his own.

nonchalant jealousy.

anyone can point out when mark is jealous. it would start with prolonged stares towards you, a hidden confusion in his eyes as he flashes you a small smile from across the room. walking over towards you before interrupting whatever conversation you were having with the person across you. inching closely towards you, before draping an arm around you shoulder, introducing himself towards the stranger. tugging you away with an excuse along the words of ‘having to show you something’. a nervous laughter as he’d ask you “is that your friend? i’ve never seen him.” by now it’s hard for you to hold back your laughter and you’d have to assure mark that nothing was going on. you can hear the sigh of relief under his breath before another more playful chuckle leaves him. yes, mark was jealous, he’d never admit it though.

how he asked you out.

mark most likely wouldn’t even realise at first that he is crushing on you, only when one of his friends points out how he is not-so-subtly glancing at you every minute with the suggestion that perhaps he might have a thing for you, would it click in his head that “damn, i do have a crush on you”. mark would try to impress you a lot and flatter you without directly telling you that he likes you. by doing so, he’d observe your reactions and slowly build up the courage to ask you out on a date. he’d take you out to the fanciest restaurant he could find and treat you with more gifts afterwards, whatever your eyes land on, he’d immediately ask if you wanted it. the date would end with him driving you back home, asking you if you enjoyed the date. he’d confess right then and there that he’d love to go on a second date if you’d like it too. fortunately for him, you’re crushing on him just as much as he is on you!

kisses.

kissing mark feels like having your breath taken away from you as his kisses always have an underlying passion to it. he’d cave in softly at first, testing the waters and getting the both of you comfortable. his hand would rest under your chin as he’d tug you to himself. the kiss grows more passionate after a while, proximity closing between you two. you’d think the room was burning with the warmth that travels through your body as mark deepens the kiss, his arms around your body by now pressing you against him. his kisses taste like sweet love and desperate lust. you’d think its because mark hasn’t seen you for a while, but instead its because he just can’t help himself when it comes to you. mark’s love for you shows through the heated kiss shared between you two that feels like it lasts the whole night, and quite frankly, neither of would want the intimate moment to end anytime soon.

[diorcities]

⠀   ⠀ ── ㅤ୧⠀ׂ ★‌ nct dream having a bossy gf !

nct dream sfw headcanon. library.

said by the dreamies themselves, jisung can't live alone, which to me translates to having someone tell him what to do. plus, he actually likes it, he thinks it's tender that you care about him, he feels loved when you ask him if he has eaten and in the negative when you tell him to do so. or when you constantly remind him to wear a coat and take breaks. while to others it would look a bit bossy, jisung knows that you do it because you worry too much about his well-being, and for him, that just goes to show that the love you feel for him is the same love he feels for you.

haechan is the typical boyfriend who would stop whatever he was doing to do what you say... and also the type to ignore you to the point where you lose your composure because he likes to see you upset; he finds it cute. but, seriously, he'd be attracted to bossy girls because then he can romp around and make out. don't expect too much from him, you never know. i think he likes the teasing but eventually, he'd do what you want, pretending to take orders from his superior commander type of thing.

jeno, being the man he is, would do anything you want. he likes to keep you happy, and he is also very indecisive when making decisions, he would leave them in your hands, and he would just follow whatever you choose. it's not that you control everything he does, jeno knows that sometimes it's better to listen to you because you know better. the type of boyfriend who says you're always right and therefore does what you tell him, but not because you're bossy, god forbid; he would never think and/or say that... in front of you.

there are no times when you can be bossy with renjun. there is no bone of contention. usually what he does is the most seated. you're probably feeling anxious because you really want to be bossy with him, but it's almost impossible: the boy knows what he's doing, not a single thought of yours that hasn't already crossed his mind. with him, it would be 50/50. he loves you so much that he'd pretend to do what you say even when it's what he was going to do just to see you happy and because it looks like you'll have a meltdown if he doesn't.

mark finds it hot when you boss him around. yes, tell him what else you want him to do, and he'll do it. you know better than he does what is best for him, he trusts you completely, although sometimes he may try to convince you of something that has entered his head. he'll make you see that it's a good idea even if you're not too sure; you feel guilty because it's like you're in control of everything, but seriously, he likes it when you do, because most of the time, you're right.

don't tell chenle what to do. period. there's no way it's going to happen unless he's already thought about doing it. once an idea has entered his head, there's no way you're going to get it out of it. he won't give in, forget it, unless it ends badly, then he might beg for your opinion after you swore never to tell him anything again. sometimes he may spoil you and do what you say, but don't get used to it because usually he just does what he wants. finds you cute, tho, for trying.

jaemin follows what you say most of the time because it's the sensible thing to do and because he's not very confrontational; not that going against you would end in a fight, but jaemin prefers to avoid divisions or taking sides on things. he's alright and compliant with you most of the time, but when he doesn't, he thinks that the solution to everything is communication, and talking you through the reason behind why he has decided not to do what you wanted.

© diorcities / tagging @tddyhyck ♡

[tddyhyck]

mark horny boyfriend texts

parings ⇢ bf!mark x afab!reader

warnings ⇢ suggestive/18+

masterlist pt. 2

© tddyhyck

[hugs2doie]

hii!! hope you're doing well.

if it isnt too much of a bother, could i request texts with mark dating a girl whose personality is exactly like haechan? cuz thats literally me, lmfao. thanks!!

take care and stay hydrated <33

mark bf texts with someone whose personality is like haechan’s (ft. haechan)

I LOVW U FOR REQUESTINF THISSS

AND HELLO UR PERSONALIRY IS LIKE HAECHAN?? ummm im literally gonna start likinf girls for u whats ur number 😅😅

U TOO POOKIW STAY SAFE MWAHH

hopw u like thus :3

[babiesdreams]

Advent Calendar

Day 11 : Mark - Haechan. +18

Content Warning: Very verbal. A lot of degradation and humilliation. Praise kink. Very detailed deep throat/ Oral sex. Possesive. Threeome. Sub reader.

"Oh I love that sound" His voice made it difficult for you to stay still. It was your first time deepthroating someone like that, and the gagging sound seemed to have awaken something in him. His hand held your head in that position, not moving an inch, though his length was throbbing, massaging the back of your throat slightly. Another gag.

His fingers pull from your hair, forcing your head far from his figure. Deep breaths help you recover slightly. You open your eyes, noticing the notorious string of saliva connecting your lips to his tip. His length fully erect, covered with your spit. "Come on, open your mouth again" He asks with a sweet tone and a mischevious grin. You open your mouth widely. "Your tongue out, come on" You do so, looking directly into his eyes. His lips curve forming an evil smile. His length enters fully in your mouth once again.

You gag again when it reaches the limit of your throat, this time he keeps the position for longer, keeping the air away from your lungs. You protest against his skin, only limiting the air even more. Your hands tap on his thights, seeking compassion. His hands pull you away once again, except this time he kneels down, next to you. You are busy coughing and heavy breathing, so he allows you some seconds to recover.

After some time his fingers curl around your chin lifting your face to make you look at him. "Open your eyes and look at me" You follow his orders, though your tears make it difficult for you to see anything. "Did you like that?" His question seems so sudden, you've talked about this for hours before actually doing it, of course you were enjoying it. "Yes" There's no doubt on your voice. "Louder"

"Yes" You shout. "Yes what? What did you like?" You take a deep breath before answering. "I liked how you used my mouth" His fingers wrap your hair again, pulling it down, to make you look up as he gets up. "What a dirty slut" He lets out before spitting on your face. "Open your fucking mouth" He orders and you obey, receiving his hot spit into your mouth. His free hand recollect the spit decorating your face and puts it into your mouth. You swallow it all.

He pulls your hair, dragging your body across the room. His arms lift you and drop you onto the matress leaving your head hanging on the edge of the bed. His length enters your mouth once again, this time there's absolutely no way for you to move. He thrusts as he pleases, getting more and more worked up. At some point an extra pair of hands start touching your body softly. Mark must've arrive, you figure.

Donghyuck's hand grabs yours and places it on your throat. "Keep it there" He says, thrusting deeper into you, hands on the sides of your torso. You are confused at first, until you notice the bulge going up and down your throat, following his movements. A sudden wave of pleasure washes over you.

A hot tongue starts playing along your folds, taking advantage of the wet and messy state your cunt is in. Hyuck starts leaving a mix of kisses and bites over your stomach, so you never know what to expect, sometimes you get a soft caress of his lips over your sensitive skin and others you receive a painful yet pleasurable hint of his teeth. On rare ocassions he kisses over a spot that has been bitten, and even that softness pokes your sore skin.

Your pussy though, that's a different story, it's completely moistured, a mix of your own juices and Mark's saliva drips down your body, reaching your asshole. His tongue draws circles over your clit for a while, then he sucks your clit in with different intensities, then his tongue enters you, reaching inside as fas as it can. His fingers join later, for a deeper dive inside your walls, curling up to reach your g-spot. Your legs wrap around his neck, pushing him closer.

You end up cumming pretty fastly, but it does not affect anything around you, both boys keep their actions as if nothing happened, as if your loud moans hadn't been silenced by his length entering deepen inside your throat, as if your body hadn't been shakingfor a while. It had calmed down though, slowly, although a new wave of pleasure was already forming inside of you.

Hyuck pulls out of you suddenly. "You're gonna ask me permission to cum this time okay?" You simply nod. "Okay?" You gulp. "Yes" He smirks. "Good girl. Now look at the mirror" He says pointing at the mirror standing right behind Mark. "Look how fucking desperate you are, look how much of a slut you actually are" Your cheeks burn in embarrassment at his words.

"Can I cum?" You ask noticing how close you're getting. "Beg" His voice had a dark undertone to it. "Please, let me cum" He chuckles. "You can do it better" You take a deep breath to delay your orgasm. "Please, I'm a desperate slut, I need to cum so badly, please let me cum" He smirks. "Add more desperation" You start tearing up, almost unable to control your high any further. "Please, I'm so wet and desperate for cumming please, have mercy and let me" Before you can finish you hear his "Cum" and your body reacts instantly, with no need of further actions.

Hyuck comes closer to you and start kissing you passionately while Mark leaves wet kisses and bites on your thighs.

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Hii, I wanted to inform you all that I'll be testing a new format with the advent calendar fics, so if you leave a comment, I'll reply portraying the characters of the fic. If you want someone specific to answer you write his name, if you don't I'll choose for you. Have a nice day and comment if you want to test this <3

Advent calendar masterlist

Masterlist

[ohdudehesflirting]

mark soft launchingヽ(；▽；)ノ

an: i love this souft launches and i think is so cute (maybe im just delulu but slayed)

[haekisses]

hi pretty princess can you do more mark texts pls !😘

yes ofc i can, enjoy!

MARK BF TEXTS.

requests are open !

[justwritedreams]

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

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

Author: Maari

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

NCT DREAM WHEN THEIR GF SCRATCHES THEIR BACK

MARK

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You're so cute."

RENJUN

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

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

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

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

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

"Well, hello to you too."

JENO

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

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

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

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

"Do it again." he asked breathlessly.

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

"Scratch my back." he asked gently.

Quite different from how he was acting seconds ago.

You nodded your head still confused and scratched his back.

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

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

"It's been itchy for a while."

You frowned.

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

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

"I was pretty busy."

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

HAECHAN

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

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

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

"Why are you dancing?"

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

"What?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

JAEMIN

Jaemin had kindly volunteered to help you clean your house.

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

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

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

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

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

"Are you okay?"

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

You continued laughing but went to him to help him.

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

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

"Phew. Thank you."

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

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

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

CHENLE

Chenle had the brilliant idea of giving Daegal a bath.

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

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

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

"As you wish."

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

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

"What?"

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

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

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

"Don't you dare."

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

He looked at you and narrowed his eyes.

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

"Yep."

JISUNG

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

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

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

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

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

"Let me help you."

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

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

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

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

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

"My savior."

[fly-forever-young]

I have a request if you don’t mind:) mark being clingy just fluff ^^ thank you

•~𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐒𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠

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"Go away" You try to push Mark away without really succeeding. But as soon as you move him away, he is again wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head in the hollow of your neck, tickling you.

"But you look so lovely right now, omg my heart Y / n have mercy"

you laugh as you continue to wash the dishes, now there are few left and Mark can wait. " Mark One minute and I'm done" Mark holds you tighter "It's too long" Not knowing what to do to convince him you no longer answer by continuing to do what you are doing.

"You see you're so busy you don't even have time to answer me, you need a break" Mark picks you up while you try to free yourself in vain "Mark I'm was almost done- Put me down-" Although you want to sound angry the tone of your voice and the smile on your face do not help you. You love it when Mark is so affectionate with you. Mark makes you lie down on the sofa on your back, and then gets on top of you with his head on your chest as his arms hold you. "This is better than washing the dishes" He smiles satisfied that he has accomplished his mission. You don't say anything just smile but it doesn't seem to be enough for Mark who complains. "Stroke my hair baby" Mark lifts his head to look at you, his eyes sparkling. "What's up with you today?"

"I just miss you .... And you're wearing my shirt so how can I resist?" Mark whispers the last part of sentence but you hear it anyway, you put your hand in his hair, now his head is again on your chest as your fingers caress his soft hair.

[badalivie]

[2:46 AM]

The first time Mark woke up that day, he was thirsty. He blinked his tired eyes open and saw the sky outside was still dark, the stars still blinking brightly. Instinctively, he reached a hand behind him to check if you were there. Warmth. He smiled to himself, turning to face your sleeping figure. He gently brushed stray pieces of hair away from your face and planted gentle kisses on your nose, cheeks, and forehead. He couldn’t believe you were actually here with him, and god, he was absolutely smitten with you. Pulling you closer against his body, resting his chin on your head, he slowly forgot the dryness in his throat as he fell asleep once again.

The second time, it was around 11 am. He shuffled under the duvets, groaning as he felt a stiffness in his neck and arms. Again, he reached behind him. Cold. He must be wrong. He waved his hand across the other side of the bed. Nothing but cold sheets. Mark’s eyes bursted open. He jolted up. You were gone. He glanced around his room. Your clothes, your shoes, everything was gone. Its like you were never there at all.

He felt his heart thump against his chest. You couldn’t have left him. You said you would stay, you promised. How could you leave after he fucked you into the next universe and professed his love for you. He practically jumped out of bed and rushed to his bathroom. Empty.

“Y/n?”

He called, voice trembling. He checked the guest room, empty.

“Y/n!” He felt tears beginning to form in his eyes, he felt like his world was crashing down. He didn’t even have time to put on a shirt, just running through his house in his loose pajama pants. His tears finally started running down his cheeks, finding more empty rooms with no sign of you. He was beginning to slow down, the feeling of defeat sinking in. That was when he walked into the kitchen. There you were, mixing what he assumed was pancake batter in a large bowl. You wore one of his sweaters which was much too large for you, along with your tiny shorts that he loved.

“Y/n.” Did you not hear him call? He thought you left him, he felt his heart tearing at the seams and you were here this whole time. A wave of relief washed over him, finally smiling while he wiped away his tears. Mark walked towards you and wrapped his arms around your waist from behind.

“Baby?” You lowered the headphones you were wearing when you felt the warmth of Mark’s body press behind you. “Good morning to you too~ I’m making us brunch and threw our clothes from last night in the washer. I hope you don’t mind~” You put down the spoon you were holding to rub his arms when you felt that he wasn’t actually wearing anything. “Mark! Its cold what are you doing-“ You spun around to look at him when you saw his tear stained cheeks. “Mark, baby, what happened?” You cupped his cheeks, wiping away his tears.

He sniffled with a smile on his face “Nothing… Im just-… I’m happy you’re here. I thought you left me…” He lowered his head, now quietly laughing at himself out of embarrassment.

“Oh honey” You kissed his cheek and watched as he squirmed in your hold, his cheeks flushing a deep shade of red. “I love you, I would never leave you.”

Mark felt his heart flutter at your words. He couldn’t help but place his arms on your back near your shoulders and pull you in for a sweet kiss. You felt the way he grinned in between the kiss as his hands began to roam your body, gently caressing every inch of skin he could reach.

He held you close, tightly, needily, like you’d disappear if he let you go even for a second. “I’m not going anywhere unless you tell me to.” You smiled, pulling away and placing your arms on either side of his head, resting on his shoulders.

“I’ll hold you to that. I don’t plan on letting you go. Ever” He grinned, resting his hands on your waist.

“I love you.”

[jenomark]

Hi! Can you do the Victoria’s Secret/lingerie reaction for dream legal line + sungchan and shotaro?

Mark: His can be found here X

Renjun: "Go ahead, ask me the question." Renjun said. He sat back and crossed his arms over his chest. The game you were playing was meant to rattle him, but Renjun's sudden confidence made yours waver. "Each question I get correct," he said. "is a piece of clothing you must remove, right? Ask it." You were losing your nerve, because you knew that underneath your clothing, the lingerie you'd chosen was so thin and revealing, that Renjun would see you nearly naked. "Fine," you said. "What's my favorite color?" Without missing a beat, Renjun answered, "Blue. Take your shirt off." Instead of letting out a huff, which is what you wanted to do, you whipped your shirt off to reveal a thin, white, lace bralette that showed your nipples. "I should have worn more clothing." you said. Renjun drank you in, his eyes roaming across the smooth skin of your chest. He smiled and said, "Ask another." You asked and he answered, getting every single mundane question correct. Your jewelry was gone. Your shoes, your socks, your pantyhose and everything else lay on the floor between you. The only thing left was your skirt, the already flimsy fabric clinging to your thighs. "Last question," you said. "Do you want to fuck me?" Renjun laughed and said, "I think you know the answer to that already." You let the skirt swim down your thighs, allowing Renjun to see the tiny patch of lace covering your pussy."Get two more questions right and I'm all yours." you said.

Jeno: The hot lights made your face burn up. Maybe it was the laughter, the wine, or the good company across the table making you feel so drowsy and warm. Jeno's smile was sure to make you feel all gooey inside, his face beaming whenever you opened your mouth to speak. "Are you enjoying your meal?" you asked. Jeno observed you, a smile never leaving his handsome face. "I am." he said. "I enjoy being here with you." You loved to hear the sound of his voice and how it raised just a little bit whenever you paid attention to him. You and Jeno had been dating for a few weeks, had been intimate recently, and the sparks flying between you made the view of every other table at the restaurant disappear. You smiled and knocked your own silverware to the floor. Jeno, ever the gentleman, bent over to pick it up. You pulled your dress up your thighs, opened your legs wide and showed him that you were wearing lingerie the same color as the wine that stained his lips. Jeno placed the silverware back onto the table and said, his voice just a little higher than usual, "That's not fair." You smirked and closed your legs. "What isn't fair?" Jeno locked eyes with you. When he spoke again, his voice was no longer high, but deep and felt in the pit of your tummy. "Let's go home," he said. "One more minute stuck here and I'm going to bend you over this table and have this whole restaurant watch me fuck you."

Haechan: His can be found here X

Jaemin: As soon as Jaemin saw that you were wearing his t-shirt and shorts to bed, he couldn't keep his eyes off you. You knew his attention was marred with both annoyance at you for wearing his things without asking, and the sexual desire to rid you of every last thread. "Can I help you with something?" you asked. "Those are my clothes, from my wardrobe." he said. You looked down at the baggy t-shirt and loose shorts that smelled of him and replied, "Yeah, but they look better on me." Jaemin let the conversation drop and went back to getting ready for bed. You knew that it would bother him, that he'd eventually say something, because that's how things always went with your boyfriend. After a few moments, Jaemin opened his mouth and closed it. "What?" you asked. "Do you not want me wearing your clothes to bed? Shall I take them off?" Jaemin smiled patiently and said, "If that's what you want, dear." You stared each other down for a few beats before you shrugged and ripped his t-shirt from your body. Jaemin's mouth hung open when he saw the way your breasts spilled out from the half-bra you wore. You yanked the shorts down to reveal a very skimpy g-string. "Is this better?" you asked. Jaemin nodded slowly before crossing the room to touch you.

Shotaro: "Close your eyes," you said, your voice sounding further and further away. "And don't open them until I say." The clicking sound of your heels on the floor made Shotaro noticeably excited. He adjusted his cock in his pants but kept his eyes shut tightly. You came closer and felt his erection through his pants, before coming down to whisper in his ear, "You're being such a good boy. Do you want to feel something?" Shotaro nodded, his tongue poking out from between his lips. You took his hand and rested it between your thighs, the back of his fingers moving upwards. You kept going until he felt the wetness between your legs. You let his hand drop and stepped back. "Okay," you said. "You can look now." Shotaro opened his eyes and whistled. You were wearing black lingerie that showed off the swell of your breasts. His eyes traveled down between your legs, where the lack of fabric would make it easier for you to lower yourself down onto his body and fuck him right where he sat. "Do you like what you see?" you asked. "I like what I see," Shotaro said, looking you over once more. He pulled you closer and felt your wetness. "And I like what I feel." He put his finger in his mouth. "And I like what I taste."

Sungchan: "Sit." you said, directing Sungchan to a chair. He started to open his mouth to complain about how you'd be late to the party, but you rested your finger against his mouth. "I only need a few minutes of your time," you said. "I need you to help me choose what to wear." Sungchan sighed and said, "Fine, but make it quick." You changed and came back quickly, standing before him as he stared blankly at his phone screen. "Sungchan." you said, your voice coming out a little shaky. He looked up and froze. You were wearing an emerald green push-up bra, with matching underwear, and a suspender belt that connected to a pair of thigh-highs. "What do you think? Is this too much?" you asked. You spun around for him, feeling the heat from his gaze on your skin. "What is that for?" Sungchan asked. "Who is that for?" You wanted to tell him that it was all for him, that you were friends and wanted more, but your words got caught in your throat. "I have another set I'd like to try on for you," you said, disappearing. When you worked up your courage enough to come back out, Sungchan was standing. You were wearing a pink, lace, bodysuit, but you made it only a few steps before his mouth was on yours, and his hands were taking it off.

Chenle: He sat on the couch playing video games, his attention glued to the screen. You sauntered out in your maid-inspired lingerie, the feather duster in your hands moving over tables and stacks of books. "Baby," Chenle said, feeling your energy. He still didn't look at you but, like always, his whole body seemed to point wherever you stood. You came up behind him and let the feather duster rest on his chest. "What is that?" he asked, pausing the game. He lifted his chin up, his eyes drifting upwards towards yours, and he smiled. "What are you up to?" he asked. You placed your hands on his shoulders and rubbed them. You hooked your leg over the couch and pulled yourself over until you were sitting in his lap, the maid outfit skimming his thighs. Seeing you fully, Chenle was at a loss for words. He touched the white lace hem and bit his lip. "Thought I would get a bit of cleaning done," you said. "I know how dirty you get sometimes, baby" Chenle's hands went underneath the skirt and cupped your bottom. "Dirty?" he asked, eyebrows raised, and his face coming towards yours for a kiss. "You have no idea how dirty I can be."

Jisung: He watched you place the sheer, purple chemise lingerie against his bed, smoothing out the edges with satisfaction. You turned to face Jisung, hooked your finger into the belt loop of his jeans to bring him forward, and stuffed the matching purple thong into the deep pocket of his jeans. You let your fingers feel his growing length through his pocket for a few seconds before withdrawing your hand. "If you're a good boy," you said, making eye contact with the man who couldn't quite return your sultry gaze. "I'll wear that for you later, and you can take it off of me." So, all day Jisung kept going back his bed to stare at the sheer lingerie that was taunting him. He grazed his fingertips along the cold fabric, obsessing over the thought of finally getting to witness the chemise clinging to the curves of your body. On his fourth trip back to the bedroom, Jisung realized the lingerie had vanished. "Turn around." you said. Slowly, he turned to face you, his eyes starting from your feet and working their way up to your eyes. Suddenly, Jisung remembered the thong sitting in his pocket. He pulled it out and held onto it tightly. You smiled and bent over to show him that you weren't wearing anything underneath the chemise. "Come put it on me, Jisung." you said.

[thewonandonly]

20:40 — we were a sonata, thanks to tight-lipped fathers, yeah, living under that was hard, but i loved you harder. | high school in jakarta by NIKI

spiderman!mark pulls the mask from his face, panting heavily as he grabbed the second pair of clothes stuffed into his backpack webbed against the fire escape of the restaurant the two of you were supposed to meet.

"shit, i'm late, i'm late, i'm late." he swore, tying the tie quickly before he climbed down the side of the wall, landing on his feet in an alleyway and running around to the front door of the restaurant.

in his hurry, he pulled himself back a bit, slowing down to catch his breath, greeting the hostess and walks past, as if he owned the building.

he saw you sitting at the table, pulling out the chair to sit across from you, "oh, look who showed up." you mumbled, using the straw to poke at the ice cubes at the bottom of the glass.

mark sighed, throwing the napkin on his lap, "i know, i'm late." he held his hands up in defense, "i got held up."

you scoffed, "mark, i get it, you're busy with work, but you made this commitment when we started college."

mark rubbed his eyes, letting another sigh escape his lips, "you're right. i'm sorry."

you smiled, "thank you." you grabbed his hand across the table, "i ordered you your favorite, i'm still waiting for it to come out."

"thank you, baby." he smiled.

lights echoed off the reflective buildings and through the restaurant's windows. all patrons turned to look at lights as the sirens screamed.

mark knew that if he had left his seat in the moment, he'd have hell to pay from your wrath.

"what's going on?" you questioned, standing up before mark held his hand out to have you sit.

looking up at him, mark wandered out the door, past the building.

you sighed, following him out after dropping the cash on the table. your coat only did so much, your cheeks burning as the cold wind hit them.

and as you made it around the corner of the restaurant, a suit of red and blue zipped past you, the webs remaining behind from the hero.

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[diorcities]

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

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

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

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

masterlist

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊

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

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

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

𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐔𝐍

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

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

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

𝐉𝐄𝐍𝐎

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

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

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

“i don't know, jeno”

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

“me neither”

𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍

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

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

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

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

𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍

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

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

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

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

[luckysevenwrites]

Long Distance

Mark is packing for tour and it will be the first time in Mark and Y/n’s relationship that they are going to spend a significant about of time apart from one another. 

Part of the long term couples series. 

           Sitting crossed legged on Mark’s bed you watch as he opens one of his dresser drawers and pulls out some shirts and transfers them into the suitcase sitting next to you. You glance at the shirts he’s put in then follow Marks movements as he makes his way to the closet. This is going to be the first time that you and Mark are going to be spending a long period of time apart from one another since you started dating. It was a strange feeling to know that the two of you would not be able to see one another for over three months maybe even longer. Depending how long promotions took and if they added more stops to the tour. This does not leave a lot of time for him to come back to South Korea and it wasn’t like you could just leave your job and follow him around. You also didn’t feel like the two of you were at that point yet in your relationship. You hadn’t even spent the night at his place yet. It was definitely not time for you to follow him on tour.

           Maybe that was why you were feeling weird about him going on tour. Because your relationship was still pretty new, and you were worried about what this time apart would do to the two of you. Would this make your relationship stronger or would it end up breaking the two of you apart. It was something that you had to seriously consider. You were no fool and knew that many relationships like yours struggle to last when one person in the relationship was always gone. Relationships were hard in general and then you add distance into it, it’s just another added challenge.

           “How many sweatshirts do you think I should take?” Mark questions drawing you out of your thoughts. You look over at Mark and see that his arms are overflowing with sweatshirts, and you laugh at the sight. Getting up from the bed you walk over to Mark and take about half of the sweatshirts out of his arms.

           “You are able to do laundry on tour. So, you don’t need to bring all of them. Three is probably enough.” You start to refold his sweatshirts and placing then back in the closet while Mark does and put the sweatshirts you left him with in his suitcase.

           “I hate packing this is the worst part about going on tour,” Mark grumbles. Placing the last sweatshirt back in the closet you make your way back to Mark and wrap your arms around his and rest your cheek against his back. Mark rests his hands over yours and peers at you over his shoulder. You squeeze him before shifting so you are now standing in front of him.

           “You’re almost finished. I think you’ll survive,” you tell him. Mark nods his head in agreement then leans down to kiss your cheek before he goes back to packing and you reclaim your spot on his bed.

           As Mark continues to pack the two of you talk about what places he is looking forward to seeing. What songs he is most excited to perform and other random topics. He asks you about how you research into going back to school is going and you admit to him that you still aren’t sure what you want to do and don’t want to waste money on school until you know what you want to go to school for. As Mark zips up his final suitcase he smiles at you in triumph. You return the smile but feel like it is forced and Mark notices.

           He moves the suitcase off the bed and takes it spot. He pulls you onto his lap cradling you, you wrap your arms around his neck and take a moment to enjoy being close to him. Because you are going to have to let this feeling last you for a long time. Your eyes start to sting, and you blink rapidly hoping that Mark doesn’t notice. You don’t want to cry and make him feel bad for going on tour. You’re happy that he is doing this and want him to go. It’s just sad to think that he’s going to be so far away from you for a long time.

           “I’m going to miss you while I’m on tour. I think this is one of the first times that I have ever been sad about going on tour.” Mark admits.

           “I don’t want you to be sad about going on tour,” you tell him looking up into those wide eyes of his. “You should be excited about going on tour. I’m excited for you. It’s just a little sad to think about being away from you for so long.”

           “Some of the guys told me what it’s like to be apart from someone you care about while on tour. I used to think that they were being silly when we were on tour, and they talked about how much they missed the person they are with. I get it now. I haven’t even left yet, and I already miss you and can’t wait to come back.” Mark lets out a humorless laugh.

           “Bet you listen to your hyungs better now huh.” You tease trying to lighten the mood a little bit.

           “Don’t tell them but yeah I’ll listen to them from now on.” Mark smiles a little, but you can tell that it’s a forced smile.

           “Did they happen to give you any advice on how to handle a long-distance relationship? What works and what doesn’t?” You would have asked your best friend but the two of you were actually in the same boat and you didn’t feel comfortable yet asking any of the boys’ girlfriends.

           “They said that it was important to be honest with each other. Don’t lie about being fine when you aren’t. And that making your relationship a priority was important. That trying to connect with each other even if it was for a few minutes was important.” You nodded your head in agreement.

           “Maybe there will be a time that I can take off of work and come see you for a little bit,” you throw the idea out there then quickly add, “if that were something you would like.”

           “Of course, I would like for you to come visit me. If I could I would bring you with me for the whole tour.” Mark admits and you feel your eyes filling with tears again. This time you aren’t quick enough to stop them and have to wipe them away. “I didn’t mean to make you cry.”

           “I know and they’re not tears of sorrow. What you said was really sweet and it got to me. I’m going to miss you a lot while you’re gone. But I’m going to try and find a time to come see you.” You said with more determination in your voice. You were going to make this happen.

           “I’ll help you in anyway I can. We’ll be fine. It’ll be hard but I know we can make it through this.” Mark leans down to connect his lips with yours and as his lips touch your you know that he’s right. You two were solid and even though you were just starting off in this relationship you were going to make it work because you both cared deeply for one another.

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[mrkis]

nct dream reaction :: getting horny unintentionally

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

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

. . . 𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗞

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

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

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

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

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

"everything you do turns me on"

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

. . . 𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗝𝗨𝗡

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

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

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

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

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

“and why’s that?”

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

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

. . . 𝗝𝗘𝗡𝗢

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

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

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

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

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

. . . 𝗛𝗔𝗘𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗡

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

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

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

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

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

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

. . . 𝗝𝗔𝗘𝗠𝗜𝗡

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

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

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

“how long have you been standing there?”

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

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

. . . 𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗡𝗟𝗘

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

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

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

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

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

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

. . . 𝗝𝗜𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗚

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

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

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

“you’re distracting me”

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

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

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

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