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Dream Baby

𓂃𓈒𓏸♡ Pairing: Mark Lee X Pregnant!Black!Fem!Reader

𓂃𓈒𓏸♡ Genre: Fluff

𓂃𓈒𓏸♡ Summary: Dating an idol can be difficult. Dating a Mark Lee, is less difficult. Love is always in the cards with him, especially when a new chapter for the two of you is about to start, and with the help of the boys,

𓂃𓈒𓏸♡ Warnings: no smut, just wholesome content with Mark and the dreamies, reader is a female and has a womb, reader is described as black based on the traits given down to reader and marks son, unsurprisingly I still don’t know how to end stories so kind of an abrupt ending

𓂃𓈒𓏸♡ Word Count: 2.6k

𓂃𓈒𓏸♡ A/N: I went away for a little vacay for my best friends baby shower but I’m back and excited to write! Feel free to request if you’d like. I’d love to write whatever your hearts desire!

✧*̣̩⋆̩☽⋆゜Dating an idol is hard. Time differences, schedules not aligning, simply not being able to enjoy eachother.

Dating Mark Lee, however, was a dream.

Mark was the type of man that no matter how busy he got he’d make sure that you knew you were always a priority. Between date nights in the studio, movie nights at the dorm (occasionally crashed by the dreamies), and you being his plus one at any and all events, he definitely made you feel as prioritized as you made him feel.

Of course, being public was difficult at first, with parasocial fans mad you’re with “their man” and the initial reluctance of SM allowing you to be public. Mark, however, made it clear to them that it was him and you or no him at all.

After the shock wore off, people started looking forward to you. You would get recognized out and about, people started defending you when hateful comments were made, they even started demanding SM allow you and Mark to release couple content. They adored you and they adored the life you and Mark have built.

Which leads us to current events.

You sat in the dreamies house bathroom, hands shaking as you stared at the test on the counter. The package said wait five minutes and then you’ll have your result. It’s been twenty-two minutes. Twenty-two minutes since you locked yourself in the bathroom and peed on seven sticks to find out if your life was about to change.

Donghyuck went with you to get the tests, him being the only one you felt comfortable to tell yet, not that you didn’t love and trust the boys, Hyuck, being your boyfriends best friend, was just your platonic person.

He currently sat with you in the bathroom, holding your hand as you waited. Hyuck could be a lot of things but he was definitely understanding and would not rush you in this.

“What if they’re positive?” You whispered to him, voice a bit shaky from nerves.

Donghyuck shrugged, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb, “then you and Mark are gonna have a mini Mark and I’ll be their favorite uncle.” He said, smiling as you laughed softly. “We’ll never know if we just sit here, though.” He said gently, trying to encourage you.

You nodded and stood up, taking a breath before you grabbed the test, flipping it over.

Two lines. You checked the other sticks and each one showed two lines. You couldn’t believe it

You were pregnant. With Mark Lee’s child.

Your eyes got a bit blurry, tears forming at your waterline. You turned around to Hyuck, who, bless him, looked worried as hell at your tears, and gave him a teary smile and a small laugh, “I guess I gotta change your contact name to Uncle Hyuckie.” You said.

His eyes widened before he laughed and hugged you tightly. “I’m definitely gonna make fun of Mark’s pull out game.” He mumbled, making you laugh harder.

You weren’t crying because you were upset, though. You had always envisioned a family with Mark, and seeing as you two were 9 years into a relationship, you two have definitely talked about having kids. This, however, was completely unplanned and you were a bit nervous about possible complications. Whatever happened, you had the support of seven amazing men who would not let you do this alone.

You wiped your tears, pulling your phone out of your pocket and seeing a text from mark saying they were on their way back. That was a while ago you think since you can hear the front door opening. “Can you distract your boyfriend while I make myself not cry anymore?” You teased Hyuck, laughing as he nodded, “I’ll kiss him so hard he forgets all about you.” He teased, leaving the bathroom. You guess he was actually making good on his word because you heard a “Markie Hyunggggg” followed by a kissy noise and a slap.

You quickly cleaned up your face, washing away the tear streaks and waited for the redness in your eyes to vanish before you pocketed one of the tests, disposed of the rest and stepped out of the bathroom. You walked into the main room, seeing Hyuck in a headlock from your boyfriend, Chenle laughing and Jisung shaking his head, while Jeno, Jaemin and Renjun were in the kitchen preparing dinner.

When Mark saw you he let go of Hyuck, who screamed in a very unmanly manner when he fell to the floor, and immediately pulled you into a hug. “Missed you, baby.” He mumbled into your hair. You smiled up at him, pressing a kiss to his lips, “I missed you too, Minnie.” He chuckled at the nickname. “I do need to talk to you, though.” You told him, might as well get it over with so your poor heart can calm the fuck down.

He nodded and took your hand, leading you to your shared room, flipping off Chenle and Jisung when they started going “Ooooooo~”.

He closed the door and sat down on the bed, holding your hands in his. “What’s up, baby, are you okay.” You nodded and let go of his hand to reach into your back pocket, pulling the test out and handing it to him, too nervous to form the words. He stared at it for a bit before realizing what exactly he was holding and immediately his eyes widened and he looked at you, “You’re…you’re really pregnant?” He whispered.

You nodded and immediately the tears fell and you started rambling, “I’m sorry I know you guys just released the album and you’re in the middle of promos and shows, I didn’t intend for this to happen, it just did and I get it if you’re upset-“ your rambling was cut off by Mark standing and pulling you into a kiss, “There’s absolutely no fucking way you’re apologizing for making me a father.” He mumbled into the kiss, smiling as you laughed a bit, tears still streaming down your cheeks.

He pressed his forehead against yours, holding you close as his big hand rested on your stomach, “That’s my child in there..” he whispered, sniffling softly as his own tears fell. He suddenly laughed, “That is why Hyuck was being so weird when I called him earlier.” You nodded and explained to him that you enlisted Hyuck for moral support.

Mark never got jealous over the relationship you had with the dreamies, especially Hyuck, if anything he was overjoyed that someone he held so dear to himself, though he’d never admit it, was able to look out for you and loved you almost as much as he did. He was glad that you had him with you when you found out, and he was thankful he supported you.

He pressed another kiss to your lips, “Were gonna be parents..” he whispered, thumb rubbing on your stomach gently.

Seven months later

You sat in the spare room of the dreamie house, which was now your baby room, comfy on the loveseat, hand rubbing over your very large stomach where your son, Jinu, kicked as you watched Jeno, who was sat on the floor surrounded by tools and instructions on how to put together a crib.

He looked genuinely confused as he flipped the instructions around over and over, trying to figure out how to put it together. “Who the fuck made this shit so confusing?!” He complained.

Jaemin and Hyuck shrugged, “Maybe it’s too complicated for your Samoyed brain.” Hyuck said, letting out a scream as he almost dropped the pastel blue paint can he was opening. “Holy fuck!” Jaemin smacked him upside the back of his head with the paint brush he held, “This is why we open shit like that on the floor, moron!”

Jisung sat on the floor infront of you, folding some of the the clothes that he and Chenle had bought Jinu while they were out shopping earlier, smiling to himself as your hand played with his hair absentmindedly, “Are you sure you trust Haechan Hyung of all people to do the paint?” He asked you. You shrugged, “I’m sure I’ll regret it but he’ll whine if I don’t.” You mumble to him.

Chenle and Mark walked into the room, Chenle holding the fairy lights and a hammer to hang them up around the room. Mark walked to you, pressing a kiss to your lips before bending and pressing a kiss to your stomach, “Hello my babies.” He said softly. You both smiled as your baby boy gave a small kick to your stomach.

Jinu was very reactive to voices, especially yours and Marks voices, constantly making a fuss in your womb whenever you two talked to him. That was one of the boys favorite things to do, talk to your son. Jisung would talk to him about the latest dances he learned, Chenle about what records he set in basketball that week, Jaemin would talk about what coffees he would introduce to him when he’s old enough, Jeno about the dogs he saw in passing and what workouts he did, Hyuck usually talked about you, or Mark, educating your son on his parents, and Renjun would talk to him about how his other uncles are idiots and whatever they tell him don’t listen to it.

Mark, however, would sing to Jinu. Often times you’d be sitting in bed, hand over your stomach as mark laid on his stomach in-between your legs, kissing your stomach in-between songs, occasionally telling your son about what song he worked on in the studio that day.

And you, you would talk to your son about his uncles. You were always vocal about how proud you were of them and ever since you found out you were pregnant, you’d spend time talking to your son about the awards NCT won, what album they released, everything. You wanted Jinu to know from the start who his dad was and why he worked so hard.

“We should have paid Johnny Hyung to build this fucker.” Jeno grumbled, trying to connect the A and B pieces that the instructions read.

You laughed softly as Chenle told Jeno he was doing it wrong, immediately offending the puppy like man who started sulking and yelling at Chenle, who laughed like the devil at the argument he dragged him into.

“Jinu’s gonna have some odd uncles.” You said softly, holding your hand out to Mark to help you up. He gently pulled you up, pressing a kiss to your temple, “You say that like he’s also not gonna be a weird baby. He’s fifty percent me, honey.” Mark laughed.

“I’m putting money that his first word is Hyuckie.” Hyuck exclaimed proudly from the small step ladder he stood on.

The boys were dragged into another argument, each of them listing why they should be Jinu’s first word. “I’m fairly certain Hyuck will be actually be his favorite and I don’t think I can mentally handle that knowledge.” Mark mumbled to you. You laughed and kissed his cheek, “He’s gonna love them all, but he’ll especially love his dad.” You assured him, smiling as you felt another kick where you and Mark’s hand rested. “See? He confirmed it.”

At the Hospital

After 19 hours of labor, your baby boy was introduced to the world. You laid in the hospital bed, slightly exhausted as the boys took turns looking into the bassinet that Jinu was sleeping soundly in.

“He’s definitely got Mama’s genes with his hair.” Jaemin mentioned, pointing to the black strands of extremely curly hair that sat atop his head. You and Mark had made a beautiful baby. He took majority of your melanin, slightly lightened from Mark’s Asian genes, as well as your genes with hair, but he definitely had Marks facial features, even down to the two moles that sat on his face, next to his nose and a little above his lip. However, he got your eyes.

Chenle nodded, smiling down at the sleeping boy, “He looks like a potato.” He said, whisper-yelling an “ow!” As Jeno pinched the back of his arm.

Renjun smiled, “He’s glowing, man. He knows he’s a famous baby.” He said. Jisung, however was squinting at Jinu, “He looks like he’s judging us. Like he knows we’re weird.” He mumbled. Jeno laughed softly, “He should. Six men who said they wouldn’t cry, but guess what? We cried.” He said, rooting through the snack cart that the nurses had given you, and stealing a bag of fruit gummies.

Jisung looked offended, “I got something in my eye, it’s merely allergies or something!” He defended himself, even though you all knew he was one of the ones who cried the hardest.

“Whatever you say, Jisungie.” Renjun said, patting his back.

Mark was laying in the hospital bed with you, being dragged in by you who required his comfort after your birth. He was rubbing his hand over your arm, holding you close as he watched his boys fawn over his son.

You, however, were staring at Donghyuck, who hasn’t said anything. The others eventually quieted down and stared at Hyuck, wondering the same thing you were, why was the loudest of you all so silent?

He stood right next to the bassinet, staring down so seriously at Jinu, eyes slightly watered like nothing else mattered to him but that little boy. His bottom lip quivered, just enough for you to notice, as he looked at your son like he hung the stars.

“Hyuck? You good man?” Mark asked, brows a bit furrowed.

Hyuck looked right at you, hands slowly hovering over Jinu, who was starting to wake, in a silent question. You smiled gently at him and nodded your head, “Go ahead, Hyuckie.” He picked Jinu up, with so much care and tenderness, gently situating him correctly in his arms with such natural warmth you’d think he’d done this a million times.

Suddenly, Jinu started to kick up a fuss, tiny face scrunching as he let out a small cry.

“Come on, Nu, don’t start bud.” Hyuck whispered to him, slowly rocking him. Then, almost like nothing, Jinu settled down. He quietly blinked up at Hyuck, almost studying the man holding him.

Everyone went dead silent.

Jeno’s jaw dropped as he pointed at Hyuck, “Yo, what the fuck?”

Chenle turned to you and mark, “Your baby is broken.”

Jaemin shrugged, “Maybe he’s secretly a baby expert.”

Mark chuckled, “I guess Hyuck is actually the favorite.” You smiled at Hyuck so proudly, “Uncle Hyuckie.” You said fondly.

Hyuck turned to you and Mark, tears actually falling down his cheeks, “He’s just so…perfect. He’s our little baby. Like officially Dreams baby. Ours to love and protect.” He said through his crying.

Then, like magic, all of you teared up, Hyucks sentimental words hitting you all deep. “You better shut the fuck up or I’m gonna hit you.” Jeno said, wiping his tears.

Hyuck then looked scandalized, hiding Jinu who was holding his shirt, “Hey! He’s got baby ears! Watch your language!” He whisper-yelled.

You rested your head on Marks shoulder, smiling tearfully as you looked at your boys. “He is going to be one loved baby boy.” You said to him. Mark smiled at you, tilting your head up and pressing a kiss to your lips, “Thank you for giving me this. For giving them this. I love you so fucking much. And I’m gonna love that kid so fucking much.” He said to you. Your tears seemed to fall a bit faster as you kissed him again.

#nct dream #nct dream fluff #mark lee x reader #x black!reader #x female reader #x plus size reader #fluff #x pregnant reader

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tismfanatic · 1 month ago

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(Not Quite) 7 Minutes in Heaven

𓂃𓈒𓏸♡ Pairing: Ethan Morgan x Popular!Black!Vampire!Reader

𓂃𓈒𓏸♡ Genre: fluff • semi-smut

𓂃𓈒𓏸♡ Summary: Ethan should have never listened to Benny when he said the popular girl was evil. Now he’s locked in a closet with said girl, getting a little too personal with each other both romantically and physically. Is he lucky or is he short circuiting?

𓂃𓈒𓏸♡ Warnings: 18+, minors do not interact!!!, Ethan is 18 and a senior, reader is obsessed with the way Ethan’s blood smells, locked in a closet trope, reader has a pussy!, only description reader has is her clothes and her genitals lol (feel free to imagine something else for clothes lol I go off what I find in Pinterest), dry humping, pussyjob, (you cannot tell me Ethan ain’t a freak. The nerds are always so dirty, I love it), slight choking, pet names, cunnilingus cause I firmly hc Ethan is a munch, some curse words

𓂃𓈒𓏸♡ Word Count: 3.9K

𓂃𓈒𓏸♡ A/N: How could I not write for my awkward, secretly freaky little nerd? I love him so much and there is a CRIMINALLY small amount of fics about him so I figured I’d write one. This is not a request, just something my brain forced upon me. Also barely spell checked, so please forgive if there are errors. Requests are open, so feel free to leave a request any time!

⪩⪨꙳⋆ Ethan was so going to tell Benny’s grandma.

He’s not entirely sure what, but he knew this was somehow his best friend’s fault. At the same time, he felt he should thank him. It’s not every day you get locked into a closet with your very popular crush.

- - ᨳ꒰ ୨୧ ꒱ഒ - - Earlier that week - - ᨳ꒰ ୨୧ ꒱ഒ - -

“Dude I’m telling you! There’s something off about her!” Benny whisper-yelled into his ear. They stood by the lockers, eyes looked on you. You stood at your own locker, leaning against it and talking with your group of friends, pretty smile on display as you spoke.

Ethan found himself smiling stupidly around the mouth of his Gatorade bottle, brain running an on loop movie of you. He’s been this way since middle school, even if you guys didn’t talk much, and it just got worse once you guys reached high school and you developed your style. Now you’re both seniors, and Ethan was still stuck in this crush, far too afraid to ever purposely approach you.

Benny squinted his eyes at you, turning to look at his friend, eyes widening at the love struck look on his face. He smacked his shoulder, “Ethan!” He yelled, causing Ethan to startle, “W-What?!”

“Did you even listen to me?! I have a plan.” Benny said, pulling out his spell book. Ethan groaned, “I just think you’re wrong on this one. She’s been nothing but nice to us in passing. I don’t think she has any ulterior motives to her niceness.” He stated, watching you wave goodbye to your friends, turning to face your locker.

Benny sighed and shook his head, “I’m telling you man, she’s got a secret.” He said, nose deep in his spell book to try to find something to use on you. Neither of them noticed Sarah sneaking up on them, “What are you dorks doing?” She said, laughing at the not so manly shriek the both of them let out.

She looked in the direction they were staring, seeing you leaned against your locker, doing something on your phone. “Alright. Spill. What are you two doing to her?”

Her question got a duo of answers. “Exposing her!” from Benny and “Nothing!” from Ethan. She sighed, crossing her arms and giving them a look. Ethan sighed, “Benny is convinced there’s something up with her. I’m trying to tell him it’s all in his damn head.” Sarah furrowed her eyebrows, giving Benny a look, “She’s like the sweetest girl! What did she not compliment your nerd shirt and you got your feewings huwt?” She said, a teasing baby voice coming out. Benny rolled his eyes, “Bite me, fangs.” He told her, ignoring her laughter.

“Maybe, oh I don’t know, just go talk to her.” She finished, pushing the two of them toward you. Unfortunately, one of the people she pushed was Ethan Morgan, and after a less than graceful trip, he was face first on top of you, face in your breasts and red Gatorade all over your pretty outfit.

Sarah and Benny covered their mouths, Sarah in horror, Benny in laughter. Ethen felt the tips of his ears go bright red, instantly flailing around trying to get off of you, stuttering out a very scared apology. He stopped mid sentence as he grabbed your hand to pull you up, getting sucked in a vision of you and him, a pair of fangs, and your eyes changing color. When he zoned back, his breath caught in his throat at the sight of your eyes flashing a golden color before going back to normal, the slight frown on your lips hurting him more than when Jesse bit him.

“Ya know, Eth, when I said last week you should try to fall for a girl, this isn’t what I meant.” You playfully teased him, frown turning into a smile when you saw who fell on you. “I am so sorry…here let me..” he started, grabbing a few napkins from his bag, trying to dab out the red stain on your skirt. You giggled softly, your smooth hands grabbing his own gently, “Eth! Seriously, it’s okay, things happen, honey I’m not mad at you. I should go get cleaned up though, so I’ll see you around, yeah?” He rapidly nodded his head, “Y-Yeah! See you around.” He said, heart beating a little faster at the pretty smile you gave him before you turned on your heels, walking into the bathroom to clean up.

Benny and Sarah walked closer to him, clapping his hand on his shoulder, “Welp, I guess if she was evil she woulda killed you. So case closed.” He said. Ethan turned to his best friend, “I had a vision about her.” Benny’s shit eating grin came back, “Case back on!”

Sarah rolled her eyes, “What’d you see?” He shrugged, “There were fangs and her eyes changed color. Something is going on with her. I’m gonna find out what.” He said, the bell finally ringing, forcing them to go to class. Ethan wouldn’t focus much though, too distracted by your eyes, and the visions he had when he touched you.

And that leads us to today.

After being his friend since childhood, he should have known better than to trust Benny’s plans.

They were walking down the hallway, using their free periods to wander around the school. Benny was explaining his big plan to get you cornered and find out your secret. Ethan wasn’t listening much, he caught a glimpse of you this morning in first period and you looked especially pretty today. You had on pretty white kitten heels on, a black jean skirt with a white crop top sweater. You looked so dolled up, and Ethan was merely a man. A man with a hormonal brain.

“—And that’s how we’ll get her. Got it?” He zoned back in to Benny. He looked at his friend, “I wasn’t listening to you, to be honest.” He bluntly said. Benny sighed and stopped walking, placing his hands on Ethan’s shoulders. “Do you trust me, Eth?” He asked, suddenly serious. Ethan looked at him oddly before nodding his head, “Yeah, of course I do.” Benny smiled and sighed, “Then I am very sorry for this.” And before Ethan could ask, Benny had pushed him into a closet, closing and locking the door behind him with a locking spell.

“Benny, what the fuck?!” He yelled, “Dude let me out!” Benny leaned against the door, “No can do, buddy, I gotta keep you here until I can get her over here. Then you’re gonna corner her and make her tell us what’s going on with her. Now hang tight, I’m on a mission to find a kitten heel wearing woman. WARP NINE!!” He yelled, leaving Ethan in the closet and sprinting to the library.

Ethan sighed and sat on the floor, facing the door. He might as well let Benny do as he pleased, not much he can do from here. He just hoped you weren’t too mad at their scheme.

Meanwhile, Benny had made it to the library, instantly walking over to you with a feign of worry. You looked up as he approached, giving him a friendly smile, “What’s up, Ben?” You asked him, “I’m glad I found you! Have you seen Ethan at all?” He said, cheering in his brain as your smile turned to worry, shaking your head ‘no’. “I can’t find him at all and I have a message from his mom to pass on. Do you think you could help me look for him?” He asked. You, being the sweetheart you were, instantly said yes, packing up your textbooks and following Benny out into the halls.

Benny did admit to himself, he felt a little bad setting you up like this. Ethan was right, you’ve always been nothing but kind to them, but his instincts told him something is going on with you. And who is Benny if not a man driven by instinct.

He stopped walking infront of the door he locked Ethan in, watching you stop as well. “You okay Ben?” You asked him. “I’m real sorry for this.” He said before quickly unlocking the door with a silent spell, not so gently pushing you into the closet and locking it again.

You shrieked as you got pushed, Ethan immediately catching you to help you steady yourself. You looked confused for a bit before the confusion turned into anger. You slammed your hand on the door, “Benny Weir, you let me out of here right now!” You yelled at him.

“No can do, pretty. You got a secret and you’re gonna tell my buddy Ethan what it is. I’ll come back in say an hour or so. Good luck Ethan!” He yelled before running off.

You instantly turned on Ethan, eyes a golden color in your rage. “Alright, Morgan. I have been sweet. I have been understanding. I have been far too lenient with you and your wizard dork poking your noses where they don’t belong. I have been tolerant with the shit talking behind my back. What the fuck is going on?!” You yelled at him, tears brimming in your eyes from anger.

Ethan has never felt like a more shitty person. You had every right to be so mad at them, with the constant looks they’ve given you, whispers behind your back. It looked like they were shit talking about you. They looked like bullies, he realized. His eyes widened, instantly shaking his head im a panic as he saw tears fall from your pretty eyes. “No, no, no, please you have us all wrong.” He started, “W-Wait, you said wizard?…you know what we are.” He mumbled to himself. You nodded. “The constant spells Benny would do on me to try to expose me made me catch on. He just happened to use spells that didn’t expose a vampire, thankfully.” You said sarcastically, frustrated sigh escaping as you wiped your eyes. You’ve never been good at being angry, usually you just ended up crying and that’s the last thing you wanted him to see.

Ethan sighed, stepping a little closer to you, feeling just a little bit bold, “I promise you, we weren’t making fun of you. Benny got it in his head you had something to hide.” He explained. You crossed your arms around your body, seemingly trying to give yourself a sense of comfort, “So instead of asking me, you guys made me feel like shit.” You bluntly said, watching Ethan wince.

“We never meant to hurt your feelings like that. But come on, would you really have told us what was up.” He chuckled, stopping at the serious look on your face. “Yes, Ethan, I would have. For such a genius you’re lacking some brain right now. Why would I lie to the guy I like? Especially when he’s a part of this supernatural clusterfuck.” You said to him.

Ethan felt like someone punched him in the throat. He looked at you wide eyed, taking in the confession you just gave him. “Y-You like me?..” he whispered, just enough for you to hear him. You’ve nodded a small smile forming on your face, “I have since middle school. You found me crying and decided the best way to cheer me up was to tell me all about the Star Wars lore you know.”

Ethan smiled softly, remembering that day just as well as you. He was still super shy at that age but something in him told him that you were far too beautiful to be crying on the slide. So he climbed up there with you and didn’t let either of you leave until he got a smile on your face. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked, stepping even closer to you, unknowingly backing you up against the wall. You shrugged, staring down at your toes, “How could I? We got to high school and you met Sarah and she was everything I couldn’t be. Why would you like me when you could have someone that at least could control her thirst.”

Ethan couldn’t help but let out a laugh, “I don’t like Sarah! She’s dating Erica! I like you! I’ve liked you since middle school..” he said, ducking down a bit to make eye contact with you, “You’re everything you can be and more. And I love that about you. I never thought you’d like me because you never really hang out with us or speak to us except in passing. I didn’t think you knew I existed sometimes.”

You sighed and slid down the wall, pulling your knees up to your chest. Ethan furrowed his brows, kneeling in-front of you, placing a bold hand on your knee, “There’s something else. Talk to me, what’s going on?” He softly said.

You looked up at him, playing with the strings on your sweater, “Sometimes I find myself having to avoid you..” you mumble. Ethan cocked his head a bit, “Why?” He asked, it’s not like he was anything intimidating. “Do you know how hard it is to be around you with how delicious you smell? I’ve worked so hard to control my thirst ever since I got changed and then I met you and it’s like I forget all sense of control..I don’t want to hurt you..” you whispered, hiding your face in your knees, not wanting to see the look of fear on his face.

Ethan smiled softly, moving to sit closer to you, his hand still rubbing small circles on your knee. He gently tugged your head up by your chin, making you look up at him. He tugged his long sleeve up his arm, showing the scar from Jesse’s bite. “If I’m being honest with you, the fact that you haven’t bit me yet seems like proof enough to me you’ve got it under control. I feel confident enough that you’ll be fine.” He said softly to you, watching you gently take his arm in your hand, tracing the scar with your finger. You had a small smile on your face, finding truth in his words. You’ve been a vampire more than half of your friendship with Ethan, and he was right. You haven’t done anything yet, even when you were succumbing to your thirst.

You continued rubbing his scar, the two of you leaning incredibly close to eachother, enough to feel his breath on your cheek. You looked up at him, finding him already looking at you with a fond look in his eyes. You gave him a smile, “Well are you gonna keep looking at me like I’m a dream or are you gonna kiss me?” You asked him. Ethan laughed softly, cupping your cheek with his hand and leaning in. Your eyes fluttered closed, lips locking with his. You were expecting him to be awkward but it’s like all inexperience left him, leaving someone who is bold enough to run the tip of his tongue across your lips.

You whimpered softly as you felt him pull his arm from your grasp, wrapping it around you to tug you onto his lap, keeping his lips on yours. Your arms wrapped themselves around his neck, playing with the hairs on his neck, tugging every now and then. You were so lost in your mind, you didn’t register your fangs slowly emerging. You gave a gasp as you felt Ethan’s hand wrap around your throat, squeezing the sides a bit as he pulled you away, locking you in a firm gaze. “Put em away.” He said sternly.

You looked at him in confusion, eyes a little glossy before you realized what he meant. You slapped a hand over your mouth, trying your best to retract your fangs, failing miserably as you looked away in embarrassment. “I-I’m sorry..” Ethan shook his head, kissing your jaw, pulling your hand to wrap back around his shoulders. He twisted the two of you around, thankful he put his jacket on the floor before Benny locked you in here with him, and laid you on your back. He reached down, unbuckling his belt and tugging it from the loops. He folded it in half, holding it up to your mouth. “You wanna bite on something, then bite. When they go away you can let go.” He said. You couldn’t help but rub your thighs together.

Ethan has never been so attractive to you, he’s always been cute but now he had a sense of control you had never seen from him before and you were fucking dripping at the sight. You kept eye contact with him as you bit down on his belt, gasping softly as he spread your legs, situating himself in between them. “Is this okay? I can get off and we can forget this happened.” He asked you. You rapidly shook your head, afraid you would cry if he stopped, wrapping your legs around his waist. You grabbed his hand, slipping it under your sweater and placing it on your breast. Ethan’s breath stuttered, head falling onto your sternum as he moaned just loud enough for you to barely hear it.

He squeezed and massaged your breast, pressing soft kisses on your neck, feeling all too powerful at the soft moans you let escape where your lips were biting the belt. You finally felt your fangs retract and you let go of his belt, letting it fall next to you, allowing Ethan to hear the gorgeous sounds he was making you sing. He tugged on your sweater, “Can I take this off?” You nodded your head, “please..” you whined softly, the ache in your core building more and more. He sat up on his knees, pulling you with him just enough to pull your cropped sweater off. “Fuck..” he mumbled, looking at your pretty lace bra you had on. He wrapped a hand around you, shocking you as he unclipped your bra, smirking at the gasp you gave.

(He would never let you know of the many months practicing on himself with his mother’s bra after he saw it in porn once.)

He felt his cock throb at the sight of your breasts. God, you were surreal. You looked up at him with so much trust and affection it almost gave him whiplash. “C-Can I be honest with you?” You asked him. He nodded his head, “Of course.” He said, pressing small kisses to your sternum.

“I don’t know if I’m ready to go all the way, I don’t really want you to fuck me for the first time in a janitors closet..but I do know I want to make you feel good.” You said softly to him, laughing softly at the situation. Ethan chuckled and put all his attention on you, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. “That’s okay, we’ll go however slow or fast you want.” He assured you, “how far did you want to go?” You shrugged and played with the sleeves of his shirt, “I know I wanna feel you, just not inside yet..” you whispered.

He nodded and thought for a little bit, “Do you trust me?” He asked, smiling stupidly at the immediate ‘yes’ you gave him. He sat up on his knees again, unbuttoning your denim skirt, tugging it down your legs. He groaned softly at the sight of your soaked panties, running a finger over your clothed slit. You moaned softly, rocking you hips up into his touch.

He looped his fingers into the sides of your panties, dragging those down your legs as well.

Ethan pressed a kiss on your chest, tugging you nipples with his teeth as he kissed his way down your stomach. You bit your lip, watching him litter kisses across your stomach. You got a little impatient, pressing on his soft hair, pushing him further down where you wanted him. He chuckled and flicked his tongue on your clit, relishing in the moan you tried your best to keep in.

He let his lips wrap around your clit, using his hand to spread your folds apart, baring your cunt to him. He sucked gently on your clit, occasionally dipping his tongue into your hole. He was laid on his stomach, grinding his clothed cock against the floor, moaning at the taste of you sliding down his throat.

You kept your hand in his hair, your other hand tugging on your hard nipples. You rocked your cunt against his mouth, moaning softly at the feeling. “F-Fuck, Eth..” you whined, one of his hands coming up to rub small circles on your clit, pumping his tongue in and out of your hole.

His other hand reached down, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants, pulling them and his boxers down to his mid thigh. He freed his aching cock, moaning into your cunt as he slowly started to stroke himself. He pulled back off of you when he felt your hand pushing him away, “D-Don’t wanna cum like that, wanna feel you…wanna cum with you.” You said to him. He made his way back up your body, locking his lips with yours. “Are you sure you wanna do this baby?” He whispered into the kiss. You nodded, wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck, “just not inside, okay?” You reminded him.

He nodded, reaching down and angling his cock so it rubbed against your cunt. You both moaned, foreheads resting against each-other as he rocked himself against you. “Fuck youre soaked.” He groaned hips speeding up a little bit. You looked down between your bodies, moaning a bit louder at the sight of his red tipped cock grinding against your clit. Every now and then his tip would just barely catch on your hole, driving the both of you just a little more insane.

“Ethan..baby I’m gonna cum…” you moaned, hand tugging a bit on his hair. He nodded, rocking his hips a bit faster, breath heavy. He was getting close himself, the feeling of your soaked pussy gliding along his shaft speeding along his release. “Me too, fuck, cum with me.” He said, pulling you into a deep kiss, catching your loud moan as your release unraveled. Ethan moaned into your mouth as he came, spurts of his load landing on your lower stomach.

You both laid there, breath heavy, bodies a little sticky with sweat, looking at eachother with such love. “I know we did this a little backwards, but will you let me take you out? As fun as this was, it’s not all I like you for.” He whispered softly to you. You smiled and nodded, “I’d love nothing more.” He leaned down, pressing a kiss to your lips before he sat up. He cleaned the both of you off, helping you get redressed before tugging his pants back on. He just finished buckling his belt and fixing your hair when the door swung open, revealing Sarah and Erica who was holding Benny by the ear.

You knew immediately the girls would smell what you two did, but as long as they didn’t tell Benny you were fine. “Benny told us of his grand scheme so we immediately came to get you out.” Sarah said, “We are so sorry on his behalf.” Erica finished for her.

You laughed softly, “it’s okay, Ethan and I cleared some things up, so it’s all forgiven now.” Sarah nodded and smiled before subtly pulling your sweater collar up, winking discreetly at you. You shook your head with a smile as she and Erica dragged Benny off, turning towards a smiling Ethan.

“I do believe I was promised a date?” You asked, slipping your arms around his neck. He laughed and nodded, pressing a kiss to your lips as his arms wrapped around your waist. “As long as you’re cool with Benny ultimately crashing it, you’re more than welcome to come to mine.” You nodded and let him lead you out of the school, smiles never leaving each-others faces.

#my babysitter's a vampire #ethan morgan x reader #x female reader #x plus size reader #x black!reader #smut #ethan morgan

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𓂃𓈒𓏸♡ Pairing: NCT Dream x black!fem!plus size!reader

𓂃𓈒𓏸♡ Genre: smut • humor

𓂃𓈒𓏸♡ Summary: You finally had your boy to yourself for the first time in a long time. The only problem is other people seem to need him at the same time you did.

𓂃𓈒𓏸♡ Warnings: 18+, minors please do not interact!!, reader has a pussy, use of pet names (baby, princess, puppy, doll, etc.), unprotected sex (don’t do that -`д´-), phone call/getting caught during sex, Chenle is a bit subby, I’m not sorry for it lol, thigh riding, praising, handjobs, cunnilingus, fingering in both pussy and ass, curse words.

𓂃𓈒𓏸♡ Word Count: 5.2K

𓂃𓈒𓏸♡ A/N: This was supposed to be short little wips I am so sorry that this is so long, this is not a requested work, I’m just writing to write lol. This is the first official post on my page and I’m so excited it’s about my bias group! Please be kind, I did minimal checking so there may be some spelling or grammatical errors.

＿_✍︎ Mark Lee:

“M-Markie…slow down..” you managed to spit out, brain just the right amount of foggy. “Haechannie..he’s c-calling you..” You’ve already came twice, third time quickly building itself up and overstimulation was quickly setting in. You would have been long gone had you not heard the Donghyuck specific ringtone coming out of Marks phone near your head where it slid down. That alone was enough to have you fight for the last remaining bit of your reality.

“Fuck..He can fucking wait.” He groaned out, the feeling of your walls squeezing around him enough to make him go a little bit insane. Your right hand moved up from his bicep to the back of his neck, pulling just a little bit on his hair.

The ringing stopped for a while before picking up again. This time Mark paused his hips, sitting up on his knees as he grabbed his phone, cussing to himself as he did so. “Motherfucker…” he mumbled as he pressed the answer button, “What?” He bluntly asked.

“Hyunggggg, why aren’t you on league right now?!” You heard Haechan scream, the sound of Johnny’s laughter picking up in the background. Mark sighed, moving his hand to rest above your belly button when he heard you whine, rubbing his thumb back and forth on your skin in comfort.

“I’m kinda fucking busy right now, Hyuck.” He said, watching you look up at him with tears in your eyes. He pressed the speaker button, tossing the phone back on the bed, moving one hand to the headboard of your canopy bed, the other pulling your leg further up his waist. He pressed his finger to his lips, silently telling you to keep quiet as he slowly began rocking his hips again.

You instantly covered your mouth with your hand, trying your best to keep quiet. You knew Haechan would never let it die if he heard you. Mark and Haechan continued to talk, Haechan doing the most talking, Mark letting streams of “Mhm’s”, “Yeah’s” and other one word answers make up his part of the conversation.

Mark could feel you tensing up below him, your orgasm quickly coming back. “Hold it, baby.” He mumbled to you, just low enough for Haechan to not hear you, his yapping becoming faint background noise as you two zoned in on eachother. You let a small whine escape your throat, quickly being shushed by Marks bigger hand removing your own and covering your mouth for you.

He picked up speed as his own orgasm was approaching, waiting until the last moment he could to give you the nod to go ahead. His thumb was gently caressing your cheek as your eyes rolled to the back of your head, back arching as your release washed over you. Mark let his head fall back, biting his lips to muffle his groans as he came too, quickly filling you with his load.

You both calmed down from your high after a few minutes and Mark removed his hand from your mouth, grabbing the phone where Haechan was still talking. “Yeah, yeah that sounds fine, dude.” He said before hanging up the call, the sound of Haechan yelling “Wait, what?!—“ getting cut off. He pulled out of you before moving to lay next to you.

“You think he’s gonna yell at you next time he sees you?” You asked him, moving to lay your head on his chest, looking up at him.

Mark let a scoff escape, a small smile forming, “Knowing Hyuck he is probably on his way here to chew me out for ignoring him.” He said, not knowing just how right he is.

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＿_✍︎ Huang Renjun:

To be fair, you two probably should not have been doing this with the time crunch he was on.

He only had about forty minutes before he had to go meet with the rest of Dream for the meeting they had. And how would Renjun spend those 40 minutes? In his room, on his knees in-front of you, who was sat on top of his desk, tongue latched to your clit.

“Fuck, you taste so good.” He moaned, hands gripping the fat of your thighs that were keeping his head in place. You leaned your head back against the wall you rested your back against, moaning as your hand gripped his hair, pretty blue nails scratching his scalp just right.

“You look so pretty eating my cunt, Junnie.” You moaned out to him, rocking your hips against his face. Your other hand reached up to your breasts, tugging on your nipple as your eyes fluttered close.

If Renjun could eat you out and paint this view at the same time he would. You were ethereal. Pretty brown skin glowing in the sunlight that slipped through his curtains, the makeup you put on just for him now smudged in a beautiful way, legs resting on his shoulders where he could feel every shake they gave, hearing the little jingle of your gold anklet every time.

He leaned down a little bit, lips leaving your puffy clit, slipping his tongue into your soaked hole, chuckling to himself at the squeal you let out. He fucked you on his tongue a bit more, making sure to keep his eyes on you, relishing in the sounds and visuals you gave him.

He moved his hand from your thighs to your cunt, running his fingers through your wetness before moving his fingers lower, slowly circling over the rim of your asshole, his way of asking permission.

You looked down at him through your wet lashes, bitting your lip as you nodded your head at him. You two have discussed the aspect of anal but neither of you have been brave enough to do it. However, it seemed your Renjunnie wanted just a little more from you.

He shook his head, slipping his tongue out of your hole. “No, princess. If I’m gonna do this I need a verbal answer.” He demanded. You loved when Renjun would get like this, he was never rough but he was dominant enough without the need to bruise you up. You whimpered softly at his tone, head nodding a bit faster as you spoke, “P-Please..I need it Junnie..want your fingers in me.”

If Renjun was any weaker of a man he would have simply passed away. He made sure you kept eye contact with him as he slipped his middle finger into your tight hole, moving slowly so you could get used to it. After a bit of movement he latched his lips back on your clit and slipped a second finger inside. Then a third.

He kept a steady pace, easily building you up to your orgasm. He himself was getting close, his free hand inside his sweats, stroking his cock in rhythm with his fingers. “F-Fuck, Junnie I’m gonna cum.”

He nodded his head against your cunt, speeding both his hands up. Both of you were so lost in each-other, neither of you heard the knocking on his door. You both were brought out of your little bubble when the door opened and Jaemin walked in, stopping mid sentence. You gave a small scream, and Renjun quickly stood up, blocking your naked body with his clothed one.

“Woah ho ho!” Jaemin said, an annoying grin plastered on his face. “We were wondering why you weren’t answering us when we called you!” Renjun looked pissed, groaning in frustration. “Jaemin-ah, if you don’t get the fuck out in the next three seconds.” Jaemin laughed more, ignoring you hiding your hot face behind your hands, “Alright mister grumpy, just wanted to let you know the meeting was canceled.” He said as he started backing out of the room, “Bye, Y/N-ie!” He said teasingly, laughing just a bit harder as you removed one of your hands from your face, waving goodbye at him as he shut the door.

You were prepared for the mood to be ruined and went to get off the desk, only to be stopped by Renjun’s fingers picking up speed inside your ass again. “Where do you think you’re going, Princess? You didn’t think I’d stop because of that, did you?” He said.

You’re head hit the wall again as your eyes closed, biting your lip as you realized that you wouldn’t be getting off that desk any time soon.

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＿_✍︎ Lee Donghyuck

Three months.

That is how long it has been since youve seen your boyfriend. Unfortunately, that is the downside of being in a relationship with a nationally famous idol. However, you did cherish the moments you got with him, even if some of them were digital.

Hyuck and you had been on FaceTime for a while now, talking about anything and everything. You narrowed your eyes at him as he got a shit eating grin on his face. “Uh-oh, thats your scheming look if ever i saw it.” You told him.

He chuckled and scooted the chair a bit closer to where his phone was propped up. “I know exactly what could help me missing you.” You cocked your head in a silent question. “Touch yourself for me.” He told you.

You looked at him for a bit, weighing the options. He had been begging you to have phone sex with him while he was away. “I just cant make it that long without seeing your pretty pussy.” He’d whine to you, trying to convince you as you laughed at his desperateness.

After a few minutes of silence you repositioned yourself in your (Hyucks) gaming chair, spreading your legs just enough to let him see your panty covered pussy. You had to admit to yourself that the view of him getting so riled up from just the sight of you felt pretty powerful.

Hyuck sat a little straighter, his full attention on you and the show you were giving him. “W-Wait, youre really gonna do it?” He mumbled as your fingers moved up and down your clothes cunt in a teasing manner. You giggled slightly, “Figured you deserved it for doing so good out there tonight.”

Hyuck watched as you pulled your panties to the side, slipping your middle finger past your folds, moaning softly as you played with your clit. He reached his hand down, tugging his sweats to the middle of his thigh, just enough to be able to free his rapidly hardening cock. He always wore no boxers to sleep, a habit you and him had accidentally created with your occasional three am fucks.

He groaned as he spit in his hand, using that and his own precum to stroke his cock. “Fuck..put your fingers in doll…Yeah, just like that.” He said, watching you slip your fingers inside you. You let out a louder moan, easily building a rhythm with your fingers, pleasure beginning to build inside you. Hyuck watched as your cunt seemed to get more wet, fingers glistening as they went in and out of you. He bit his lip a bit, trying to muffle his own noises so the other people on the hotel floor wouldn’t hear him.

“Fuck, doll… what I wouldn’t give to feel your mouth on me.” He mumbled, hand speeding up just a little bit.

Unlike him, you were home by yourself so you had no problem showing him how much you missed him. Hyuck always loved how loud you would get with him, he sometimes needed that bit of reassurance.

“Holy shit, Duckie.. my fingers dont feel as good as yours do..” you moaned, trying your best to replicate the way his long fingers would massage that special spot inside you. You looked so good like this. Bonnet still on your head, no makeup, satin night dress pulled down just enough to let your breasts hang out. Hyuck was taking in every detail.

“Touch those breasts for me, doll. Just like i would.” He said, a small smirk appearing on his lips as you instantly did as told, reaching up to tug on your hard nipples, moaning a bit more at the sensation. “God i can practically taste you.” He moaned, throwing his head back to rest against the headrest of the chair he was sitting in.

You both weren’t faring so well. You both had been edging eachother for the last hour, finally working your way to completion. You finally managed to brush up against your sweet spot, back arching as your fingers targeted that spot inside you, moaning his name over and over again.

Hyuck’s breath picked up a little bit, hand moving faster on his cock, the mix of his own spit and his precum making the feeling a little more enhanced. God he was so close. Just a bit more…he was right there.

Right as he felt himself tip over that edge, his hotel door opened, Mark walking in with Chenle. His orgasm left him completely as Chenle’s loud scream and Marks series of cusses and “Oh my god!” pulled him from his mind, instantly scrambling to pull his sweats up and grab his phone to hid your body from his friends.

You saw Haechans screen go black as he covered the phone with his thigh, all you heard was Chenles laughter, Mark still saying “oh my god” and Haechan screaming at them to “get the fuck out” you covered your face with your hands, small laughs escaping as you tried to catch your breath.

After a few minutes, you heard his hotel door close, and suddenly the screen was lit up again with your boyfriend’s tanned face, annoyance shown clearly as he propped the phone up again.

“That’s the last time i give Mark a fucking room key for emergencies.” He said with so much seriousness, whining to you about the embarrassment as you bust out in equally embarrassed laughter.

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＿_✍︎ Lee Jeno

Jeno couldn’t remember the last time he had spent time with you without his members. They were supposed to be enjoying a pool day with you two but have ultimately decided to pursue other activities.

It’s not like he was complaining. Especially with the noises he was pulling from you, his mouth on your throat. You sat on the edge of the pool, legs wrapped around his waist as your hands stayed planted on his abs. You shivered slightly as one of his hands moved over your stomach to the space in between your legs. Jeno stopped his assault on your throat to look up at you, “You gonna let me take these off?” He asked you inbetween pressing kisses to your mouth. You nodded in the kiss, reaching down to press Jeno’s fingers against your swimsuit clad pussy. You let out a content sigh as you felt him pull your bottoms to the side, immediately latching his fingers onto your clit. He groaned slightly, the bulge in his swim trunks becoming more prominent.

He rubbed small circles on your clit, chuckling softly as you squirmed in his hold. “Jen..please.” You whined, rocking your hips a bit, moaning as his finger pressed against your aching hole. He moved kisses up and down your jaw as he finally pressed his fingers inside you, his middle and ring finger sliding in like they belonged there.

“Nono…wanna touch you..” you said to him, moaning a bit louder as he slipped his tongue into your mouth. He used his free hand to grab your own, slipping both of your hands into his swim trunks, moaning deeply as your fingers wrapped around his cock. “Go on, sweetheart.” He said, thrusting gently into your hand in encouragement.

You two easily fell into a dance. Jenos fingers pumping in and out of your pussy and your hand sliding up and down his shaft, occasionally running your finger over the dripping slit. Your bodies felt hot, pleasurable sensations washing over both of you at every whimper and moan you two let out.

Unfortunately, with both of you in your own little world, you failed to realize someone had entered that world. You opened your eyes a bit to see Renjun standing on the other edge of the pool, hands on his hips in almost a disappointed mother stance.

You gasped and tried to push Jeno away, mumbling to him about Renjuns presence but the man was too far gone to give a shit. He discreetly kept his fingers pumping inside you, turning his head to his tired friend. “Hyung, respectfully, get out and lecture me later.” He said, voice steady and collected compared to you whose thighs were visibly shaking as you silently came.

Renjun gave a “tch” and grabbed his phone, which was the reason he was out there to begin with, and began walking back into the house. “You better fucking clean up when you’re done or I’m slapping the shit outta both of you.” He threatened, shutting the back door and drawing the curtains to give you two privacy.

Jeno sighed, pulling his fingers from your cunt, groaning at the strings of your cum and juices that connected his two fingers. You whimpered softly as he sucked his fingers into his mouth, easily cleaning them off.

He picked you up, making sure you were secure before carrying you over to the lounge chair, “I’d say we have a little time to properly take care of you.” He said, laying you on your back and climbing on top of you before you could even utter a protest.

“Oh? That show you gave Injunnie wasn’t enough?” You asked him, legs instinctually spreading to fit his large body. Jeno scoffed softly, tugging his swim trunks down as well as your swim suit bottoms, exposing both of you to eachother.

“Please, sweetheart, that was just a warm up. If you think I’m letting you go anywhere without pumping that little pussy full of cum, you’re sorely mistaken.”

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＿_✍︎ Na Jaemin

If Jaemin was anything, it was unpredictable. However, you felt that you shouldn’t have been so surprised when he came home, evening quickly going a different route when he bent you over the kitchen island. Now you laid chest on the marble as he pumped his cock into your pussy from behind.

“Fuck puppy, you feel so fucking good taking my cock like this.” He groaned, the sound of his pelvis slapping against the fat of your ass cheeks. He kept on hand on your waist, pulling you back against his thrusts as his other hand was holding the back of your neck, pressing you more into the cold kitchen island.

“J-Jaeminie..feel so deep inside me, gonna make me cum so quick.” You mumbled out, eyes rolling back as you felt him adjust himself, cock driving just a little deeper inside you.

“You just looked too good to pass up, wearing that little nightgown, smelling so fucking good while cooking me dinner. So fucking delectable.” He said to you, hips never faltering as he pulled you back against his chest, lips immediately latching onto your throat.

You gripped the beefy arm that was wrapped around your waist, nails digging into him slightly. Your moans picked up in noise a little bit as your hand slipped between your spread thighs, rubbing your puffy clit in quick succession to his thrusts.

“Such a good girl, making sure I’m always taken care of. Such a good girl deserves a reward, huh? Deserves to have that pretty little brain of yours turned to mush. Thoughts fucked right out of you.” He mumbled to you, the dirty words he was saying going in your ear and straight down to your soaked cunt.

“You wanna cum, puppy?” He teasingly asked you, a shit eating grin on his lips as you rapidly nodded your head, tears slipping down your pretty brown cheeks. Right as he opened his mouth he heard his phone start to ring, the silly ringtone that was playing indicating that it was Jeno calling.

“Tell you what. If you keep quiet while I talk to Jen I’ll let you cum.” He bargained, and before you could even get your response out he had picked up the phone, setting it to speaker as he continued his pace with thrusting into you.

You quickly slapped a hand over your mouth, moans getting muffled into soft sounds so Jeno wouldn’t hear you.

Jeno and Jaemin talked for a few minutes, Jaemins thrusting never letting up and your noises getting harder and harder to control. You were on the verge of screaming when he finally hung up the phone, tossing it who knows where. He placed both hands on each sides of your hips, speeding up his thrusts as you finally let those beautiful shouts of ecstasy escape your lips.

“That’s my good girl, so patient with me while I talked to Jen. So fucking proud of you, puppy. Go ahead. Be a good girl and cum all over my cock, huh?” He encouraged you, smirking as you let out a small scream against your hand, squirting your release onto Jaemin. He let his head roll back as he moaned, cumming in time with you, his fingers continuing to rub your clit, milking you of every drop.

He held you close as you tried to catch your breath, rubbing small circles into your skin, whispers of praise reaching your ear, far too exhausted to register him asking you what you wanted from the Thai place down the street.

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＿_✍︎ Zhong Chenle

Chenle was a man who had many things in life. A loving family, a fantastic job, the most amazing friends in the world. He also had you, his best friend and the love of his life. He couldn’t ask for anything better, you however made it your mission to provide him with better, and he made sure he praised whatever higher power that believed he deserved this.

You straddled his thighs, hips grinding your wet pussy against his jeans, your hand in his pants, eagerly stroking his leaking cock. “F-Fuck, darling…you gonna get off on my thigh? Yeah?” He said, watching the way your head nodded and your hips rocked, your pretty painted toes curling in pleasure at the friction his jeans were providing your needy clit.

If you really wanted to, you could ask him to fuck you properly. Paint his claim inside of you with his cum. However, you knew how tired he was from this latest comeback and you figured you could give the both of you something to ease the tension without exhausting the both of you.

“I wanna make you feel good, Lele. You work so hard. You deserve to feel so good.” You whispered to him, forehead resting against his own. He moaned, rocking his hips up into your hand as he flexed his thigh for you, whispering back to you with a cadence that seemed far too romantic for the steamy situation you two were in.

“You always make me feel good, darling. Just look so good falling apart even without my cock. Drives me fucking insane.” He mumbled, pressing his lips against yours. You both moaned into the kiss, Chenle’s hands gripping your waist, helping guide your movement. Your hand was easily gliding along his cock, your pretty nails that he paid for looking like a dream wrapped around him.

His head fell back on the couch you two were sat on, his eyes closing, breath a little picked up as his hips stuttered in your grasp. He knew he wouldn’t last long, it’s been too long since you two could do this and his own hand is no where near as good as yours did.

You weren't faring any better than he was. Your head fell to his shoulder, both your moans and groans harmonizing with each other. You gave him a beautiful smile when you heard his small gasps of “I’m gonna cum, baby..” and nodded your head. You were not quite there yet but you knew there was no way you were gonna postpone his release any more than it already had been.

Right as Chenle’s jaw clenched, you heard your phone ring. Chenle immediately gripped the wrist of the hand that was gripping his cock, “No, no, no don’t answer that. Please, don’t stop.” He whined to you, his eyes filling with tears of frustration. You looked at him wide eyed, you knew he was a switch but neither of you had fallen too deep into that headspace to explore that, but the look he was giving you right now showed how under your control he really was and you knew if you stopped he would actually cry.

“I’m not stopping, baby. But I need to answer that. Can you keep quiet for me?” You whispered to him, smiling softly at him as he rapidly nodded his head. You used your free hand to grab your phone, pressing the answer button without even seeing who it was.

“Noona!! Why aren’t you and Chenle answering?!” You heard a voice that sounded a lot like Jisung ask. You sighed and picked up the speed of your wrist a bit, watching Chenle slap a hand over his mouth, his head falling back against the couch again.

“Chenle’s showering and I was in another room, Ji. What’s up?” You said, trying to get your talkative friend to spit out what he needed. You had given up on getting yourself off, focusing on your boy. Jisung rambled about meeting you two for dinner, you occasionally giving him “Uh-huh”s and “Sure”s, focusing more on Chenle, who’s breath was rapidly picking up, hips thrusting up to fuck the hole your hand provided him, chasing the release he so desperately needed.

You tapped the mute button on your phone, muting yourself from the boy still rambling about what ramen shop he wanted to go to. “You wanna cum, baby?” You asked, Chenle immediately nodding his head, moans turning into whimpers, “P-Please…I’m so close, wanna cum so bad. Wanna be good.” He whined out. You smiled sweetly at him, nodding your head, leaning in to press a kiss to his lips, “Go ahead. Cum all over my hand, baby.” You whispered against his mouth.

Chenle’s head leaned back against the couch, hips still thrusting up into your hand, a loud groan escaping his lips as he came, covering your hand in his cum. He could have sworn his vision went spotty.

It took a few minutes for him to calm down. In that time you told Jisung where to meet you two, hanging up the phone and gently caressing Chenle’s face with your hand. He blinked up at you, an exhausted smile on his face, “Did you sign us up for food?” He asked you, chuckling at the laugh you gave out. You nodded and pulled him up on his feet, hoping a shower would spare poor Jisung from seeing what was going on before he saw you.

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＿_✍︎ Park Jisung

Your boy is shy. A certain level of shy that you have fondly grown accustomed to. It took you quite a long time to break him out of at least a little bit of that shyness. Which is why you should have been a lot more annoyed than you were.

Somehow, Jisung was possessed with some kind of horny boldness, which he brought upon you by coaxing you into semi-public sex. Just a small quickie after a show, something to take his adrenaline down and something you could do to show him how proud of him you were. Who were you to tell your boy no?

You’re no stranger to getting your shit rocked by Jisung, so you found yourself easily allowing him to manhandle you, pressing you up against the wall as he tugged his pants down just enough to pull his cock out. Your mouth was trailing kisses up and down his throat as you wrapped your hand around his shaft, giggling softly at the groan he let out.

This was his last show for a while, and you were abusing that fact by marking his pretty skin up. He reached one of his hands under your skirt, simply pulling your panties to the side, running his middle finger up and down your cunt to gather enough of your juices to slide his middle and ring finger into you. You let out a moan, eyes closing as your head fell in the crook of his neck. He took no time preparing you, finger fucking you to the edge of your climax before pulling his fingers out and aligning the mushroom head of his cock with your soaked hole.

Watching him perform always got you going, so you weren’t surprised when he so easily pushed his cock into your pussy, kissing his lips to quiet down his moan. He gave you no time to brace yourself, immediately setting a steady pace, holding you close to him as he pleasured the both of you.

You wrapped one arm around his shoulders, your other hand cupping his jaw, making him look into your fucked our eyes. “Fuck Ji..you did so good out there. Looked so handsome on stage.” You praised him, watching him blush slightly at your words. “Did it for you. Wanted you to be proud. Show you why I’m working so hard for you.” He mumbled, pulling you into another kiss.

His hips slowed a little bit, his strokes becoming less viscous and more loving, his heart beating a little bit faster at the sound of your moans. He probably should have told you about the dinner he and the boys planned for after the show. However, he knew you would have not allowed him to do this, and he was far too horny to give a shit.

The last thing he expected, however was all six of his bandmates to barge into the lounge room. After that, it was pure chaos.

You and Haechan were screaming, you because your tits were on display, him because he’s dramatic. Jeno and mark were turned around, facing the wall like gentleman. Jaemin and Chenle were laughing and teasing the two of you. And Renjun was scolding the two of you.

Jisung finally had enough and yelled at them to give the two of you a minute of privacy. Mark, Renjun and Jeno dragged the other three out of the room, their screams and laughter fading out as the door closed. At that point, the moment was ruined as Jisung turned his head back to you, leaning his forehead on your shoulder as he sighed in frustration. You played with the ends of his hair, pressing soothing kisses to his cheeks, trying to ease his mind.

“Respectfully, I don’t think we’ll be trying this again anytime soon. It will take them thirteen business years to forget about this.” He mumbled, frown turning into a small smile at the sound of your laughter.

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