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rjunswrld · 1 year

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but you can learn from me.

haechan x thick POC! reader

sex tape, squirting fixation, oral fixation, unprotected sex, oral (giving & receiving), college au implied, thick POC reader, cum eating, fingering, praising, fuck boy hyuck implied (bitches on bitches), hyuck and reader are a lil desperate

you gulped at the pornographic-like scene your best friend balls deep into a random girl who let out broken squeals and moans to every harsh thrust he did on her, the manhandling grunts and harsh smacks echoed through the speakers as he let out breathy groans and incoherent praises of 'good girl' or 'such a tight fucking pussy'.

you both ended up in this predicament due to you. doubting his infamous sex skills and if the girls on campus were exaggerating about how good the sex was with hyuck. to say he wasn't offended by it would be a lie, taking it straight to his ego he was too prideful about his sexual life that he had to- no he was willing to prove you wrong and show you what you were missing out on.

"if you wanna fuck just say that, not gonna lie i had a few fantasies about you.."

"thanks but no thanks."

"then how will i prove to you that i don't disappoint in bed? are you gonna watch me or something, because i'm into t-"

you rolled your eyes in disgust flipping through one of the many magazines piled up on your nightstand, nonchalantly and dramatically tossing the paper at every flip and scanning through pages to zone out on whatever hyuck was going on about, until you landed on a certain page; 100 Reasons Why You Should Make A Sex Tape your mind lit up like a lightbulb. "record it."

you shrugged looking at the boy who laid across your bed, playing with the ends of your blanket and scrolling through his phone. his eyes met yours with a full smile making him giggle at your request, it wouldn't be the first time he's ever done it but

anything to prove to you why he's the school's labeled 'sex god', this was a big deal to him now. "wouldn't it just be hotter if you joined?" he teased whilst wiggling his brows puckering his lips towards you making you annoyed and questioning why the two of you were even friends-the number of times you rolled your eyes, you swore they could fall out any moment now.

"donghyuck shu-"

"okay okay, i'll do it.. but we watch it together, i wanna see your face when i prove you wrong."

"okay deal."

"maybe you can give me a treat after.. since you hurt my feelings.." he pouted making you throw a pillow at his face with force, knocking the male off your bed and earning laughter from your end at the scene you caused.

it was towards the end of the video, the view of the girl's ass coming in view of the camera as his slender fingers ran down her cheek, giving it another hard slap decorating her skin in a deep red watching it jiggle with her squealing. your focus was given to the video playing intensely, jolting slightly as his hand would impact on her ass ringing through the speakers of his laptop— she was whining at the sensitivity as she arched her back to push her ass closer to hyuck, earning a chuckle before smacking it one last time with a louder moan escaping her.

you felt your palms become sweaty and your heart race as he shifted to place the camera down to get a view of the scene facing towards the both of them, completely distressed. you were already on edge since the beginning and since it's already been a week since you and hyuck had this conversation you genuinely forgot about the whole deal, now spending your thursday night watching your friend fuck some girl's brain out seeing how big his “praised dick” was.. you were going mad trying to look unfazed by everything you've seen tonight, never in a million years did you think you'd see your friend's sex tape by your simple request that you half joked about- you swore you were sweating buckets.

he smirked at the camera making his way back to the girl who was still positioned on the bed, flipping her over on her back and dragging her down lower to have her pussy become face to-face with him— biting his lip as he stared at her glistening cunt, eager enough to part his mouth to stick his tongue out.

"she was so fucking wet.."

hyuck taunted into your ear as you stared at the scene of him eating the girl out, her back arching and her chest heaving as her hands reached to squeeze her boobs for support. he looked over to you as he was taking in your body language, smirking as he watch your hands slowly balling up against your exposed thighs that trembled slightly. he couldn't help his perverted thinking, could you be wet? turned on? wondering what it would feel like to have him do this to you?

"f-fuck!" the lewd moaning and sounds of sucking snapped hyuck from his thoughts regaining his composure and clearing his throat he proceed with watching alongside you, mentally praising himself at how good he was doing and mostly how good he looked while doing it a cocky gemini.

"gonna cum for me?"

your eyes boring into the laptop feeling as if you were watching a show, catching yourself from interacting with the screen.. but something about his words made your stomach twist and cheeks to flush as if he was speaking directly to you; after seeing the male in a new light you felt dizzy almost immediately.

"gonna cum so hard around my fingers.."

he groaned as his fingers slipped in and out of her at ease watching how his arm moved back and forth picking up speed and making her tremble with profanities slipping out of her. "s-shit haechan!"

"i'm gonna go get some water.."

"wait you're gonna miss the best part!"

he dragged you back down to your seat as his pumping increased with her body shaking uncontrollably, thrashing around he held her down with his free arm to keep her from pushing away from him the anticipation growing inside of you as hyuck kept his arm linked with yours with his childlike smile plastered on his face. "watch this."

he whispered as her body went still and muscles flexed, her moans falling silent with the sounds of hyuck fingering her intensely, the lewd noises making you clench your thighs together before the loud sound of liquid squirting out of the girl could be heard. screams of pleasure and pleads for hyuck not to stop in her shaky state with the male on the ther hand assisting her high; liquid gushing out of her. all over him.

"y-you make them all do that?" you muttered somewhat fascinated by the fact that

he could have them squirt faucets, drenching the bed below them, drenching his upper body you just knew it felt amazing. "yeah, you'd be surprised how many of them say they've never squirted or even think they could ever squirt.." he laughed as the video finally came to an end, you stared at the laptop and the video's thumbnail as hyuck let out a sigh reaching to close the laptop and push it to the side.

"so? what do you think? i own up to my label huh?"

he smirked as you both looked at each other, deciding to tease the male even further you didn't want to give him the satisfaction of it yet. "eh, i've seen better.." you shrugged standing up to walk away from your bed before getting dragged down to hyucks level in a blink of an eye- he wasn't pleased and by the looks of it, he looked pissed by your choice of words.. irritated even. showing off some of his best work in a 10-minute video just to get an "i've seen better" in response, he was fuming.

"yeah? you've seen better?" he scoffed making your cheeks flustered realizing how he had you straddling his lap, your bodies dangerously close together, skirt riding up your thighs exposing more and more of your skin. "your bluffing.. no one's better than me" he taunted taking in your tense features, how rosy your cheeks became and how intimated you looked at the male your throat wanting to slip a whimper out in defeat so badly fuck you lee donghyuck. "why so shy baby?"

he snickered as you gulped, seeing with your own eyes what the man was capable of your mind flooded with ideas and you can tell he was thinking the same the male who treated you like his prey, ready to devour.

"listen ____.. i don't know how you feel but to keep it real with you... i really, really wanna fuck you right now."

he was blunt with his words almost too casual with how he came across. his words sliding off of his tongue at ease as he brushed your stray hairs away from your face, the other hand placed on your hip to keep you in place. you'd be lying if you told him you weren't down to fuck, the video images playing through your head over and over again you could feel yourself growing wet by the lewd noises staining your hearing like permanent ink.

"if you don't want to it's okay i'm so-"

"can you do what you did to that girl.. to me?"

you whispered making him smile in satisfaction, moving his hand lower to squeeze your ass with you slipping a soft moan at the tight engulfing on your ass. "of course i can." he said in a 'duh' like tone making you punch his arm playfully as the two of you shared a giggle.

you feeling bold enough to cup his cheeks and connect your lips- though it wasn't the first time you two kissed, it had been a while. you asked him a few years ago how to properly make out with someone since he was the more experienced out of anyone you knew in your sophomore year, he taught you how to french kiss using a lot of tongue hoping you'd enjoy it so much you'd keep asking for more- you did but around that time you ended up landing your first relationship and shared your new knowledge with another male constantly before you broke up and that made hyuck furious, even though he had taught you, you went and gave another man besides him the honors of kissing you every day.

you two grew up and hyuck still held onto that grudge, wondering if you still do what he had taught you.. and by the looks of it, you do. he always imagined what it would be like kissing you now that the two of you are more mature with more experience; kissing him felt normal and comfortable. it had to be one of your favorite things about him that he was a terrific kisser still using tongue, swirling them around making the scene so dirty- you missed this and you always remembered how he was on your top 3 for favorite kissers list, maybe that 'favorite" will change tonight. he guided your body onto him, grinding down crotch to crotch, slipping grunts and groans at the friction. slipping his tongue in your wet cavern you let out choked moans gripping the back of his hair.

he snaked his hand under your skirt feeling nothing but your flimsy underwear, he pushed your skirt up to lay above your hips as he fondled your ass cheeks, squeezing and slapping them forcefully.

"hyuck..” only you get to call him by this, only you made it seem so fucking hot.

"get on your knees baby.." he mumbled on your lips making you obey instantly sliding off his body with a wet patch coating his

light-washed jeans, he snickered at the sight making your cheeks flush even darker in embarrassment. "don't be embarrassed baby, so fucking wet.. all for me.." he bit his lip, caressing your cheek making you feel small below him. "plus they're coming off anyways." he reached for your hands bringing them up to his belt to undo it for him, leaving you to get the hint he watched as your shaky hands undid the buckle revealing his jean button that you unbuttoned quickly along with unzipping his zipper. he assisted in pulling his pants and boxers down revealing his rock hard dick, tip semi wet as he twitched to produce more precum.

"don't you think you should make me feel better after hurting my feelings, princess?" you nodded vigorously as he chuckled at your eagerness. "good girl, suck my dick baby."

not needing to be told twice your hand reached to grab the base of his cock, sliding your tongue around the tip to taste the saltiness of him earning a groan from the korean. you licked up the base to the tip before collecting your saliva in your mouth to spit on it for a better glide. whilst pumping you placed him back in your mouth, licking between his slit and around his sensitive tip before trying your hardest to deep-throat him. fondling his balls, his breathy outtakes and groaning filling in the atmosphere reaching to place his hand over your head gently as his fingers laced through your locks following your motions.

throat clenching around his stiffened cock as you gagged and choked around him with saliva dripping down to your chin your eyes clouding with tears, loving the taste of him on your tongue, and the stretch in your throat going straight to your pooling core. clenching around nothing and soaking your panties, pussy aching to be touched or for any sort of friction. pumping what you couldn't fit in your mouth your other hand reaching down to circle your clit to reduce the aching, moaning around his shaft, and feeling his thighs flex seconds at a time.

"f-fuck baby just like that.." he whimpered using force to guide your head up and down his cock, gagging and moaning pathetically.

"ah fuck let go.."

you did as told as he pumped his dick vigorously directly in your face, keeping your face in place with his free hand panting and whimpering as he felt himself growing closer and closer to his well-awaited orgasm.

"fuck gonna cum.." he whined taking the hint you opened your mouth letting your tongue fall out to (try) and catch as much as you can of what was about to come out of the boy. "fuck so hot.. so h-hot.." he hissed as the white ropes of cum splattered on your face, flinching backward slightly as the warm semen dripped down your nose and chin to your neck and shirt. panting like he ran a mile pumping himself steadily and milking himself dry, you swallowed whatever shot in your mouth licking your lips and corners of your lips making him groan.

"a slut for cum huh?"

"just yours.."

your voice was hoarse due to the previous activities, coated in saliva, cum and tears- makeup ruined along with your shirt he couldn't help but bite his lip at your fucked out persona. "you're so hot.." he let out a dry chuckle resulting in you blushing. "take this off yeah?" he referred to your drenched shirt making you look down at it before looking up at him with a smirk. "take it off for me." he scoffed at your response, patting his thighs to signal you to sit on them which of course you did. crawling up his legs like a cat desperate for attention, eyes locked together with your face painted with cum as if he owned you; in this case, it felt like he did.

"lift your arms baby.." gripping on the ends of your baby tee, he lifted it above your head letting your exposed breast hang out; he knew how much you were against bras due to how much the wires bugged you leaving you to feel uncomfortable so it wasn't a shock... though he has seen your boobs plenty of times, he still can't get enough of them.

"wanna fuck you so bad.." he whined lifting your skirt and repeating the same actions from before— skirt resting around your waist hand squeezing your ass. his free hand groping your tit as he began to suck on your neck, a mission to mark you up for the world to see that he had finally got you maybe even wants to keep you.

"hyuck.." and again

you whined like a child grinding down on his thigh.

"please.. i need you.." you whimpered as you circled your crotch around his thigh, didn't do as much justice as you wished but you were hoping he wouldn't leave you hanging for too long; thank god he didn't. "ride me, and after this i'll take such good care of you.." he mumbled into your neck. "treat you like a princess.. my princess.." he groaned as he reached to pull your underwear to the side, welcomed by your wetness he couldn't wait to make a mess out of you. "so wet.. i made you this wet? and you kept saying you didn't wanna fuck me.." and yet he still had time to make jokes, typical hyuck. "s-shut up."

you gasped feeling his fingers circle your swollen bud, jolting at the feeling that shot through your body like a firework-it felt amazing. the smirk on his face as he watched you gasp and bite your lip aggressively circling your clit slowly.

"c'mon baby, ride me." he taunted with a smile making you whine, trying your hardest to reach for his now harden dick to line him up with your drenched hole. he teased you further as he sped up his motions making you tense up and fall forward onto the male who had the audacity to chuckle at your reaction. "so mean.."

you whined into his chest as your chest heaved, regaining all the strength you had left in you to sit down on his dick. slowly inserting him into you, the unfamiliar stretch making your grip tighten against his shirt with your face making a slightly uncomfortable expression going noticed by the male. "i'm sorry i should've— fuck, i should've prepped you.." you shook your head in all honesty loving the stretch of him; feeling him glide down your walls with the help of your essence making it easier for the both of you.

"touch me hyuck.." you whimpered breathlessly, fuck you were gonna be the death of him. sliding down lower as you found yourself taking him all in. he didn't hesitate to circle your clit again as you moaned towards the ceiling, eyes shut tightly as you began to move at a comfortable pace before gaining enough strength to speed up the motion.

the lewd squelching noises on top of the throaty yet high-pitched moans coming from hyuck and the incoherent blabbering and hisses coming from you; at this moment it felt like angels were singing above you, clouds parting ways to shine a light down on the two of you, serenading soft beautiful tunes- sex with hyuck felt like heaven. "don't stop.."

you cried placing your arms on the back of you to rest on his knees for more support. he enjoyed this new feeling of being inside you, almost something he could've never imagined- his fantasies proving him dead wrong, they couldn't have topped how good you've been making him feel.. he swore he could get used to this. "g-gonna c-cum!"

"cum on my cock baby, make a mess on me..

wanna feel you cum on me.." he panted with his climax being close behind, falling into pure bliss of the delicious feeling you both couldn't pull it together.

everything was more than what you could ever imagine it being. shaking and thighs trembling your mind clearing of any thoughts as the sounds of angelic music filled your soul, growing louder and louder as you released all over his cock. a loud moan escaping you as you panted heavily, his cum painting your inner walls making you hum in satisfaction as you bounced mid-pace to ride out your highs before coming to a genuine halt.

"full.." you whispered as he sheepishly smiled at you. "gonna take good care of you like i promised princess.. gonna take it all like the good girl you are?”

he whispered back eyeing your lips before looking up into your mascara-stained eyes, looking so pretty after you cry. "y-yes hyuckie." you nodded as he placed a chaste kiss on your lips before flipping the two of you over, pulling out of you slowly which made you whine at the emptiness. "m'make you feel so good princess i promise.." "i know hyuckie.." you giggled as he gently began undressing your now bare bottom, your glistening cunt painted with his cum drove him through the roof- taking a mental picture of your perfect pussy with his essence for those late nights.

"fuck.. such a cute little cunt.."

kissing and nibbling on your inner sensitive thighs making them tremble slightly as he reached lower and lower to now only to be faced with your core. he licked his lips as he locked eyes with you before licking a long stripe from your hole to your clit. jolting in sensitivity he decided to take your engorged clit head-on. thrashing around slightly as the images from the video earlier started to cloud your mind, subconsciously mimicking the girl by grabbing onto your boobs for support and arching forward to chase for more of that incredible feeling.

"taste so good princess.." he groaned into your pussy, using his two fingers to push your pussy lips aside for more access to your clit. "h-hyuck!"

your throaty grunts coming out louder than expected, your freehand reaching to place on the top of his head; tugging at his scalp making him groan. he subsided the spread of his two fingers to now inserting them inside of you at ease. you sunk into the pleasurable movements he made on you, already feeling the familiar knot in your stomach arising and ready to explode in you.

"p-please please please.." you cried feeling your orgasm rushing through you quickly, grinding down on his tongue as he scissored you open at such a quick pace, reaching places you couldn't, curling them at just the right degree and hitting all the right spots— maybe he does hold his precious little title after all.

"cum baby, lemme taste you.." his simple words had you falling into a pit of pleasure, cumming harder than you ever had before making your stomach and thighs tense before turning into a sensitive shaking mess. "f-fuck!" you cried with both hands now gripping on your bedsheets for your dear life as he worked your pussy like magic. clenching your thighs around his head as he never came to a halt, fingers pumping in and out of you with his tongue licking at your clit at a brief movement.

"hyuck hyuck hyuck.." fuck fuck fuck

you spoke his name like a mantra, feeling your stomach twist and body jolting with electricity as if someone had put a defibrillator on you. "so good princess.. so good." and unfamiliar feeling erupted in you, the same feeling you had got when you would accidentally overstimulate yourself before you would stop due to the overwhelming feeling— it felt like an all-time high as he worked you up faster, pumping into you harder and deeper with his a-1 tongue game circling your bud beautifully.

"o-oh my god.."

you gasped letting whatever was pushing to come out of you out; ears ringing and eyes shut tight you couldn't hear how loud you were let alone the gushing sounds of your juices squirting out of you. hyuck continued his work until he knew you were fully satisfied; you felt numb and completely worn out, squirting as much as you could let you out before pushing hyuck away to signify you were truly done with his work.

"well.. now you can't tell me i'm not the school's sex god.."

he wiped his drenched face off with the ends of his shirt before completely taking it off and tossing it to the side with the pile of your scattered clothes. you lazily opened your eyes as he flopped down next to you, giggling as he pulled you into his embrace. "maybe you should prove it to me at least one more time.."

"god you're so obsessed with me!"

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jungwnies · 1 year

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syn ' he's your husband, but not by choice. maybe it can work? maybe it'll always be a contract. pairing ' gn!reader x husband!jaehyun

this is definitely one of my favorite one shots i've ever written

“how can you even stay with someone who doesn’t even love you?” is the number one asked question.

you didn’t want to marry jaehyun, but you did. but part of you did like him, he wasn’t like other rich boys.

he didn’t go behind your back and cheat on you, he didn’t leave you at home on business trips. he would talk to you, ask you how your day was, and he never kept you trapped in your own home.

he gave you freedom, he didn’t even care if you wanted to sleep with another guy.

his effort was his no limit credit card; but yeah it’s true. how did you like someone who didn’t love you?

it was one of those days, where he’d come home late, and just get into bed after showering without saying another word.

you always wondered why the two of you would sleep in the same bed but not touch each other.

but it was odd, he didn’t say good night like he usually did.

you never pry, bur this time you were curious, “long day?” you whisper turning towards him.

jaehyun hums in response.

you look at jaehyun’s sleepy eyes, you always knew he was handsome. so you always wondered why you couldn’t love him like he was your husband.

“do you like me?” jaehyun asks, in a low voice.

“hm?” you respond.

“someone told me i should just let you go today.” jaehyun tells you, opening his eyes. “am i bad to you?”

you shake your head, “no, you’re not.”

“how come you haven’t asked for a divorce?” jaehyun asks.

you shrug, “i guess part of me wonders what we’ll be in the future.”

“what do you mean?”

“i just wonder, if we stay together maybe we’ll be able to love each other like a real married couple.” you tell him, with a smile.

jaehyun chuckles, “i’ve wondered that too.”

— time skip

after that conversation everything changed; he changed.

usually when you came home you’d be alone for a few hours, but today was different.

the house was scented with a different aroma, food.

you walk into the kitchen, jaehyun in an apron, and a few things cooking in the stove.

you take off your coat and hang it behind a chair before greeting him, “i’m surprised you’re home.”

jaehyun laughs and stirs the pot, “i want to make this work, have a seat.”

you sit down at the island counter and watch him cook, he brings over the wooden spoon straight from the pot and puts it to your mouth, “have a taste.”

you taste the soup and nod, “this is actually really good, how come this is the first time you’re cooking for me?”

jaehyun leans over the counter and pecks your lips, the first time since the wedding. it wasn’t awkward, but it felt different.

his cheeks turn a shade of red, as well as his ears.

you laugh at his cute reaction to kissing you, “you’re kinda cute, honestly.”

“shut up.” he tells you before turning around to tend to the food on the stove.

you know what, maybe this will work.

2022 © jungwnies

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neo-percs · 1 year

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PASS IT:: (mark Lee)

WARNING:: smut, riding, smoking (weed), oral (m!receiving), overstimulated, hair pulling, high sex, mutual pining, unprotected sex, creampie.

SUMMARY:: agreeing to teach your friend how to smoke weed was one thing, blowing smoke into his mouth to soften the blow was a whole different thing.

WORDCOUNT:: 4.5k of pure smut with no plot.

A/N:: the grammar in this is atrocious and I’m not reading anything over for spelling mistakes or anything like that so my bad yall😭🤞🏽

The warm lights that engulfed your bedroom lit by one singular small lamp on your desk had set a peaceful mood for the night as your rolling tray and wraps sat on your bed and the feint music playing leaves you utterly relaxed as you are; sitting next to Mark who's been watching you try and roll your blunt. Your lips twitch as you hold a laugh as you feel his eyes burn into the side of your face. "Is there something you need?" You ask as you pick up your lighter letting the flame engulf the sealed blunt.

"How do you smoke without hurting your lungs?" He asks, pointing down at your hands. You laugh at his curiosity "over time really I just got used to it, but there are ways to have smoke hit your throat softly" you say nonchalantly as you finally light the blunt letting smoke emit from the head your lips attach to the opposite end. "How? I've seen people just smoke weed to the face" he asks with a slight curve in his eyebrow.

Letting the smoke fall past your lips you look over at him who looks absolutely immersed in the topic of conversation. "Shotgunning, you blow smoke into someone else's mouth and they inhale" you say absentmindedly as you continue to smoke. "You wanna try it? You can say no, weed isn't for everyone" you shrug. Mark took it as a challenge, he's never been one to smoke weed but he wasn't exempt from the idea, he's been to many house parties and seen his friends get high off their asses but he was more likely to get drunk than high.

"Yeah" he nods moving closer to your side of the bed, his back presses against the headboard. He looked almost eager to do it. "Don't hold it in for too long or you might actually end up burning your throat" you say before taking a long drag inhaling your hand reaches to his jaw almost startling him as he meets your eyes, leaning in until your noses graze each other's Mark's lips part as his eyes flicker from your eyes to your lips.

Blowing the smoke past your lips he can feel the warm smoke hit his lips as he follows your instructions inhaling the smoke. Pulling away slightly you can feel your eyes becoming heavy with a sense of calmness rushing over your body. Letting out a soft high Mark watches the thin cloud of smoke disappear into the air.

"Can we do that again?" He asks as he feels the tension grow thick inside the room between the both of you. "Mhm" you only nod taking a bigger hit from the blunt than last time the slight burn in your throat was nothing to you as you pull closer to Mark not realizing how your lips were grazing his as you purse your lips against his already parted one's blowing in the smoke.

As your eyes meet you can see how his pupils expand in size as he holds his breath. Pulling away resting your hand in your lap lazily as you feel your body buzz and you could feel your body becoming heavier and your breathing becoming more heavier. "Is my body supposed to feel like this?" Mark slightly slurs, making you grin at the slight drop in his voice.

"How does it feel?" You ask as you look over at him who looked absolutely high, low eyes that looked red, his hair becoming more frizzy than before due to his head being pushed against the headboard. "Heavy" he says, making you laugh and nod, earning a small laugh out of him as well. "Do you wanna keep going or are you done?" You ask not wanting to push him too far beyond his limit.

"Keep going" he says breathily, the words making your stomach churn with an unknown feeling coming over you. "Okay" you say, feeling your cheeks flush with heat. Continuing with your previous advances a few more times and each time becoming more touchy than the last as you both never rip your eyes away from each other.

Mark hadn't realized how pretty you were until you got so close and it made him feel things that were like an unknown territory for him. "Can I...try it on you?" He asks as he hears how hoarse his voice has become and almost loses faith in it. Your eyes flicker back and forth between his brown ones that looked heavy and red, nodding slowly.

The blunt now in his grasp and between his lips he takes a drag out of it, moving closer until you feel his thigh press against yours. Mark meets your gaze as his hand reaches out to cup your cheek almost as if he was going to kiss you and he makes your heart beat soar.

Your noses press against each other as you part your lips Mark moves closer to the point your lips are grazing. Blowing the warm smoke against your mouth you inhale deeply as your eyes never leave his. Exhaling you don't move an inch as you can see Mark's pupils are blown out and dark.

He was too enamored with how good you looked close up to even realize what's going on around him. "This was a bad idea wasn't it?" You whisper against his lips he can feel your breath against his skin giving him goosebumps. "Really fucking bad" he agrees huskily. "We shouldn't be this close...right?" He asks this time, making the corner of your lips twitch to fight a smile. "We shouldn't but I don't think either of us want to move '' you shake your head.

"What are we supposed to do?" He whispers feeling tense as his breathing becomes heavier. You don't answer. You just move closer, your legs slowly hook over his thighs until you're perched in his lap. Your bottom lip gets caught between your teeth as his hand move to your waist. Finally gathering the words in your mind "I don't know what we're doing, but I don't want to stop" you finally answered.

Mark raises his hand to cup your jaw as his thumb glides against your cheek. You shutter at the feeling of his warm hand on your cold skin. Shuffling until his back is pressed firmly against the headboard Mark debates if he really wants to go through with this.

But the look on your face, eyes low and red, glossed over, your hair sticking up and against the sides of your face. And your lips, they looked so soft and sweet. Mark then fully decided he wanted to close the gap between you and he had no room for hesitation. His nose brushes against your as his breath is labored over your skin sending goosebumps.

With his lips sealed over your Mark reached over to the small lid of a candle and presses the burning tip into the glass letting the smoke disperse again into the hair joining the never ending cloud that seemed to have grow within the walls of your bedroom.

"I think I know why Johnny told me to never let you smoke" you say just above a whisper and it has marked eyebrows peeking up at the piece of information. "Why's that?" He asks truly wanting to know what you meant although he could care less about what Johnny said in the moment he was hooked on your every word.

"Because you look so fucking good like this" your lips brush against his making Mark twitch within the confinements of his pants. Closing the gap Mark steals the breath from your lungs kissing off the taste of your chapstick that had been left on your lips and the taste of weed. The kiss was slow and experimental, slowly turning more confident his hands travel to grip your thighs to ground himself.

Without realizing your hands grip his hair as you let out small moans against his lips not parting away from each other too much, Mark was starting to think he was addicted to the small sounds you make. His hands guide your hips to grind against him. "Fuck" he groans against your mouth gripping your shirt tight pulling away his eyes latch on to the sight of you dragging your warmth against his covered cock making him catch his bottom lip between his teeth.

"Feels so good" you whine as your hips press down harder hoping to get all the friction you can. Mark presses his forehead against yours, gasping heavily at the pleasure that overcomes him in waves. "Wait- I don't wanna cum like this" he huffs you pull away feeling slightly edged as the feeling of built up pleasure begins to fade and you almost whine at the loss.

Moving out of Mark's lap you could see how painfully hard he looked. The look on his face showed he was so wrapped up in his own pleasure and it made your mouth water. "Can I suck you off?" You mumble, Mark can only nod dumbly at you as he anticipates the warmth of your mouth wrapped around his cock and it turns him on beyond belief.

Your hand slides against his Jean clad thighs, Mark can’t help the twitching of his legs from the feather light touches on his skin poking out from the rips in his pants. You smirk as your fingers undo the button and zipper. His boxers peeking out the gap of his opened pants, pushing his shirt to bunch at his chest Mark holds it there showing off his feint abs and a small happy trail that disappears within his pants.

“Fuck you’re so hot” you say under your breath earning a small laugh from him. His eyes look almost irritated yet he seemed almost too joyed with his current situation to care. Your fingers dig under the elastic waistband tugging it down his hips awkwardly before he lifts them as an aid to get them off faster. Kicking them off his ankle they fall onto the wooden floor with a small shuffling sound.

Your eyes drag over him, his hair a mess with puffy lips and red eyes, his shirt bunched up in his grasp tightly, his cock resting against lower stomach, almost begging for attention. You don’t miss the way his breathing slows down and is more audible and shaky. Moving lay on your stomach Mark almost shys away at your deep stare but he resorts to confidently pulling your hair into a makeshift ponytail.

You smile at him before pressing a harsh kiss to his tip, reacting almost instantly with a hiss at the sudden feeling. His tip was blushed and sticky with precum, you could feel yourself salivating at the thought of taking him down your throat. you wet the palm of your hands with your tongue before taking his dick into your fist, slowly jerking and teasing the tip with your thumb. Your other hand resting on his thigh you feel him twitch the squelching sound of your spit and precum rubbing against his dick makes your thighs clench.

The feeling of you rubbing his tip against your tongue having sent a shiver up his thighs you had a pretty firm grip on. His fingers pull at your hair a little tighter leaving a small sting that excites you. Mark likes this view of you hovering over his lower half, he could only imagine how good a view it would be with his cock stuffed down your throat.

Puckering your lips you press small kisses and his base and up his shaft until you reach his blushed tip, licking a stripe of saliva against his slit had his thighs quiver "fuck" he groaned feeling your lips envelope his tip slowly taking him in your warm mouth,your hand still at his base jerking him off Mark closes his eyes as his hand pushes your head down furthe.

He's big. thick. and the stretch that comes along with taking him in your mouth is a plaguing reminder. but you don't mind it too much, you like the thought of him when he's all deep in your throat, and you can feel the tip of him hot and heavy in the back of your throat. it makes you gag, and choke, and your eyes get cloudy with tears to the point they spill over, but it's worth it. It's worth it without fail.

you keep your nose pressed into the skin of his pelvis until you physically can't, pulling off of him with a loud pop. your cheek is wet with tears, and your chin is slick with spit, the two coalescing at the tip into a sticky mess.

the sight makes him twitch in your hand, because this is what he's been thinking about all day. this was his selfish wish, to see you below him with this expression. eyes all doe-eyed and desperate.

he can't help but to reach out and rub the callused pad of his thumb over your parting lips, pressing the salty digit flat against your tongue, and retreating it in the same breath to hook it around your cheek.

Flattening your tongue against the underside of his dick you dragged up against the vein running up to the tip, he let out a rich moan that ended with a groan "shit". His head was thrown back and his breathing was labored.

you rubbed your thighs together as warmth between your legs became stronger and stronger. You could, feeling the tip nudge the back of your throat while your nose was nestled tightly against his pubic bone. While your eyes were closed tight to focus on relaxing your gag reflex to not ruin the tight feeling for him. Mark let his hand guide your head to bob while you hollow your cheeks, Mark was losing his mind at the feeling.

Breathing through your nose you could barely breath as Mark bucked his hips into your mouth, losing himself in the feeling of your warm mouth. Spitting on his tip you use your tongue to spread it, earning a moan as his pats become tugs when your lips wrap around his and you push your head down relaxing your throat you feel tears well up in the corner of your eyes.

Pushing your head down further you relax your throat taking him deeper until your nose hits his pelvis. Tears cloud your eyes as you almost gag, pulling your head back just a bit you take a deep breath through your nose and begin to bob your head.

You moan as you feel him buck his hips into your throat. "Feels good," he said as you continued to take him in your mouth slurping and bobbing your head, all without hands you were heaven-sent. The feeling bubbling at the pit of his stomach doubles every time “don’t stop” he groans, making you speed up your pace as his balls are greeted with a squeeze from your hand. He was approaching his orgasm as his hips buck into your throat relentlessly you gag with each thrust. Tears spilled past your lashes and down your saliva-covered cheeks.

The groans made your pussy ache so you clenched your thighs closed. Sounds of groans buzzing in his chest you couldn't help but let out gags and moans at the fucked man below you tears pricked your eyes again but you blink them away and continue taking him. He felt so good your warm and wet mouth was doing it but when you hollow your cheeks. Your hand that was at his base continued to move leaving him to buck his hips into your warm and wet cavern.

You gag as he repeatedly lets his tip meet the back of your throat yet you never pull away. "You take it so fucking- good" he slurs feeling himself twitch, your moans muffled sending vibrations to his dick making him shutter. a string of profanities leave his lips. he's close, and you can tell by the way he begins to fuck into your face with a level roughness. to guide him there, you begin to hollow your cheeks and narrow your throat, using a single hand to massage his balls.

he can feel you start to get antsy, and when you start to scratch and claw at his thighs for air, that does it for him. with a final, lazy thrust, he releases the entirety of his load down your throat, keeping you pressed down on him until he's sure every last drop has been emptied into your mouth.

Pulling your head away Mark looked down at you seeing your spit mixed with his cum on your cheeks, chin and lips, your breathing was in shambles as you cleared your throat letting your hand touch your jaw that had been aching. Mark's eyes darken looking at you and wiped away all the fluids on your face.

“Fuck” he breathes heavily making you smile as you pull away from his lap, your hand presses against the mattress holding your weight as you lean to press a chaste kiss to his lips. Slowly pulling away Mark chases your lips. Smirking once more as he pulls you by the back of his neck to meet him to close the gap.

lips smacking against Marks, his lips tracing your, you feel his tongue lick a stripe against your bottom lip begging for entry and granting him that your tongues brush against each other tangling together you moan against his lips completely intoxicated on the feeling.

Without breaking the kiss Mark pushes you on your back gently as his hands travel down past your navel to the hand of your shorts his fingers mimic yours pulling your shorts and underwear down past your hips you lift your hips letting him shed the pile of fabric somewhere in the room.

Not wanting to, Mark pulls back from the kiss shedding his shirt as you follow suit with your bra as well. His heavy hands grope your naked breasts, his lips wrapping around your nipple as his free hand pinches the other. Your head falls back at the small waves of pleasure coming over you. You moan at the feeling of him growing hard against your upper thigh.

Groaning as he leaves messy kisses across your chest you grow impatient, your hand slithers between the both of your body’s wrapping around his cock. Pressing his tip against your folds Mark lets out what sounds like growl as the wetness that sticks to his cock. He felt dizzy yet confident as he grinds his hips against yours, the sticky sound of his cock making friction against your aching pussy makes your eyes fall shut letting out a breathy moan.

Mark’s eyes never leave your face as he adjusts himself, pressing himself slowly into your walls watching your thighs jerk together around his waist. The burning feeling against your walls as he fills you to the brim as your fingers gripping at the sheets waiting for it to subside. “Fuck you for being so big” you sigh as the feeling fades and the pleasure builds, liking how much he stuffed you with his cock. “Should I be offended or happy?” He teases.

“Just fuck me” You groan hoping needs are met. Mark doesn’t answer, only pulling out until his tip is just barely inside before thrusting back into you gently hoping not to hurt you. The both of you are moaning at the feeling. Mark dropping his head into your neck sucking on your skin hoping to paint red spots all over the bare and empty space as a plaguing reminder of this moment.

“Is sex supposed to feel this good while high?” He rasps as his pace becomes steady with the sound of you gushing around him and skin on skin fills the air that isn’t clouded with smoke and moans. You whimper at the harsh thrusts that make your headboard smack against the drywall. Legs caging Mark’s hips bringing him deeper, you thought you could see stars as your jaw slacks letting out a string of curses.

One hand balancing his weight over top of you Mark presses the other to your lower stomach as he meets your eyes “do you feel me?” He asks as his hips snap roughly into you pounding you against the mattress. Only dependent on movements you nod eagerly at the repetitive wave of pleasure that crashes over you and slinks back.

“Fuck, Mark” you chant his name with praise hoping this feeling would never go away. “That’s it, just like that” he coos at your already so fucked out expression; brows scrunched together as your eyes could barely stay open, messy hair and swollen lips. “Feels so good” you whine as you look down to see where you two are connected, gasping at the sight as strings of slick sticking to marks pubic bone as he thrusts eagerly to make you finish.

“Yeah? I just wanna make you cum. Can you do that for me?” He asks although it was rhetorical he was going to make you finish first with no doubt in his mind. You can only moan breathily as you nod in a euphoric daze of pleasure. His hips drive into yours as Mark builds an intense pace, you feel him in places any other guy you’ve slept with wished they could reach.

Your choking on your words as your eyes roll to the back of your head as Marks nails dig into your thigh clutching you close not wanting to let go. The sounds you make, how you look, and smell; it was all so overwhelming for Mark, yet he wouldn’t stop. Letting his head fall into the nape of your neck leaving wet kisses across your skin.

The tight feeling in the pit of your stomach doubles each time you feel his cock sink into you, your hand grasping his hair as the other rakes down his back leaving behind red trails in the shape of your nails. “Fuck you feel so good” he moans and you would do just about anything to earn that sound from him again. Like music your ears you clench around him loving the sounds you get out of him.

Your fingers grip his faded blue hair tightly as you feel his hips drive into your thighs as the wet smacking sound coming from between you sloshes loudly. Had it not been for how fucking good it felt you would’ve been embarrassed. But you don’t. You can only moan as your head falls back against the pillow watching the ceiling fan as it was still.

Mark holds your waist when the pleasure makes your legs start to shake and you squirm under him, helping you maintain that sloppy but rewarding pace that had splotches of white appear in your vision. “God—fuck” you whine as you feel Mark position his hips that hits your walls with undeniable wave of pleasure that makes you almost scream. “Mark- please” you beg, though you had no idea what it was that you wanted Mark pulls away from your neck pressing his lips over yours.

A sheen of sweating growing on your skin making you both stick together. Tears prick the corners of your eyes at the gut wrenching feeling of his cock hitting all the places you need it to. Your makeup is smeared and ruined and there was no coming back from it now. As your hair sticks to your face Mark shifts his weight onto his thighs as the two of you are no longer chest to chest, grappling onto the back of your knees he pulls what is almost deadweight over his shoulders.

Kissing at your calf and ankle as he pounds you into the mattress. Your eyesight blurs to the point you can only focus on Mark as the growing intensity at the pit of your stomach feels like a knot that’s slowly starting to unravel and if pulled hard enough would snap. “I’m so close” you moan as reach for his hands that hold onto your thighs using you at this point as his own leverage to get off.

Your fingers interlock “cum all over my cock, you can do that hm?” He says his pace becomes unforgiving, Mark can feel himself getting closer to the edge of an orgasm and he refuses to dive off that cliff alone. He needs you to finish first or all of these efforts would seem to be all for nothing. Mark refuses that outcome as his free hand slithers between your thighs his thumb presses against your clit rubbing harsh circles that makes your head spin.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck! It’s so much” you babble out with a string of curses the feeling of extra stimulation has your thighs quivering as your lungs burned. You realize sex with Mark Lee was better than any drug you could get your hands on, choking out a gasp as that awaited feeling of a tingle runs through your body making your jaw slack, Mark roughens his pace as his cock twitches at the vice grip you have around him. Moans sync almost like song as Mark is set off by you finishing brings him own release.

The orgasm is life changing, it leaves him short on breath as he grips tighter on your hand, like an artist prepping a canvas with white paint mark spills his load into you weakly thrusting into you letting the creeping feeling of overstimulation die out. Your eyes shut tightly hoping this level of pleasure not slips your mind. Mark pushes your legs off his shoulder only to lean into you peppering kisses across your collar bone and neck before pressing one single chaste kiss to your lips.

“Fuck what Johnny said we should’ve done this a long time ago” Mark says with an attitude now remembering what his older friend had said in regards to consumption of drugs and it makes you snort. “And we still come to the conclusion of what the fuck are we supposed to do now?” You gripe feeling yourself beginning to sober up. “I like this, and I want to keep doing this if you’ll let me” Mark says his voice his hoarse and not as loud as it should be but his confidence was somewhat hidden away.

“I’d like that” you whisper as the warm feeling sprouting across your chest has you pressing a palm to your chest out of concern. “Let’s clean up, and then we can talk about it okay?” He says with a comforting tone and a grin to match. God Mark Lee could do just about anything with that goofy grin on his face and make you weak in the knees.

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| Cobertor – Lee Haechan

notas: bom, como vocês devem saber, ultimamente eu estou completamente obcecada pelo Hyuck, olhei minha ask, vi esse pedido desse homem em específico e não consegui me conter KKKKKK

contém: viagem à Tailândia, muitas palavras no diminutivo, Haechan meiguinho, tá sugestivo e lá para o final tem a descrição de um toquezinho mais caliente.

“Tô aqui fora. Abre a porta pra mim”

A tela do seu celular se iluminou com a mensagem acompanhada por dois emojis de olhinhos pidões que combinavam com o remetente, você terminou de colocar a tarracha no brinco, se olhou uma última vez no espelho do banheiro da suíte, largando o celular na mesinha de cabeceira e praticamente correndo até a porta do quarto do hotel.

— Entra logo — Você apressou Haechan que mexia no celular extremamente relaxado, sem dar a mínima para os seus amigos hospedados no mesmo hotel que poderiam surgir inesperadamente e pegar vocês dois no flagra — Você tá maluco? Minha amiga tá hospedada nesse andar, 'cê sabe, né?

— Aham — Ele esboçou um sorrisinho de canto, se livrando do capuz do moletom preto e revelando a cabeleira do mesmo tom. Gentilmente Haechan capturou sua mão, te trazendo para perto, fixando os olhos na sua boca e roçando o narizinho perfeito na sua bochecha — Tá com medo que todo mundo descubra que a gente tá de chameguinho desde o começo dessa viagem, é?

— Vou acabar com a minha reputação por sua causa — Você riu, sentindo cócegas onde Haechan te beijava um zilhão de vezes na nuca, se encolhendo toda e gostando muito das mãos masculinas repousadas na sua cintura — Você não devia já tá arrumado? A gente vai naquela balada que o Ten comentou, não?

Lee Donghyuck finalmente te encarou e fez uma careta como se dissesse “eu realmente marquei presença nesse evento?”.

— A gente precisa ir mesmo? — Ele perguntou e você abriu o zíper do moletom, ajudando-o a tirá-lo de forma casual — Prefiro ficar vegetando aqui. Com você. No ar-condicionado enquanto a gente termina o que estávamos fazendo noite passada debaixo do cobertor.

— Haechan, a gente tá literalmente na Tailândia — Ele ignorou completamente seu protesto e te conduziu até a beira da cama, se ajoelhando no seu colchão enquanto você permanecia diante dele, acariciando o dorso da mão dele com o polegar em movimentos circulares sem sequer perceber — Eu me arrumei pra isso, e o pessoal já deve tá se reunindo no saguão.

Haechan fez uma varredura pelo seu visual, correndo os olhos para a sua mini saia jeans, a blusinha colada no corpo e os cabelos no seu natural, ele tocou sua bochecha com a mão desocupada e beijou seus lábios de levinho, provando o gloss labial de cereja que era uma de suas recentes aquisições.

— Você tá gostosa, mas será que você pode ser gostosa só pra mim hoje? Quero te curtir um pouquinho, só nós dois — Ele disse, te convencendo aos poucos, te acariciando e te beijando com o intuito claro de te amolecer, e fazer com que você mudasse de ideia — Fica aqui, vai. Só hoje, a gente inventa uma desculpa, envia no grupo e você não precisa dizer que caiu no meu papinho sem querer.

— Eu não cai no seu papinho — Você afirmou com toda a convicção que conseguiu fazer com que seu corpo passasse, Haechan segurou sua nuca com firmeza, roubando a frase que já estava pronta na ponta da sua língua, e fazendo com que você demorasse mais segundos do que os necessários para montar o que iria dizer novamente, odiando o fato de que Haechan tinha os olhos semicerrados de forma sedutora e ficava te provocando, insinuando um beijo que nunca vinha, mesmo você tentando capturá-lo e obtendo no seu lugar um sorrisinho de quem sabia aprontar como ninguém — Eu só... Me fiz de difícil.

— Prefiro quando você vem facinho pra mim — Você sorriu e ele te beijou devagar, tirando proveito de todo fôlego dos seus pulmões, deitando o seu corpo no colchão e ficando por cima, as coxas lado a lado do seu quadril, tomando cuidado para não jogar o peso em você enquanto te beijava feito um profissional, te deixando toda molinha e calorosa.

Era final de ano, desde o ensino médio seus amigos guardavam essa ideia de viajar juntos para algum lugar inusitado do mundo, vocês disseram que fariam isso assim que encontrassem seus primeiros empregos e ganhassem seus primeiros salários, no entanto o plano se concretizou apenas cinco anos depois, e agora todos vocês estavam desbravando a Tailândia, ao mesmo tempo que você e Haechan desbravavam um ao outro. Hyuck sempre morreu de tesão por você, mas desde o ensino médio você o achava imaturo, um bocado infantil; Até duas semanas atrás, que foi quando você o vislumbrou como um homem crescido, vestindo roupas formais, a camisa social branca dobrada até os cotovelos e os óculos de armação levemente grossa realçando seu visual executivo enquanto ele folheava as folhas da apresentação da própria palestra.

Se você pudesse apontar aproximadamente quando essa loucura entre vocês dois teve início, certamente diria que esse foi o ponto chave para fazer com que vocês trocassem olhares confidentes durante todos os passeios em grupos pela Tailândia, sorrindo um para o outro quando ninguém estava de olho e unindo as mãos sempre que se distanciavam dos demais. O clímax de toda essa história aconteceu enquanto vocês estavam conhecendo uma feirinha de comidas de rua típicas, quando Haechan te puxou para um beco de iluminação amarela e te beijou, incapaz de ficar mais que dois minutos encarando seus lábios e não podendo te tocar. E como aparentemente fazer as coisas no escondido era mais gostoso, alí estavam vocês dois trocando beijos e carícias enquanto ambos os celulares bombam de mensagens vibrando sem parar na mesinha ao lado da cama queen size.

Você até tenta alcançar seu celular, mas Haechan te impede, recolhendo a sua mão estendida, entrelaçando seus dedos nos dele e repousando suas mãos dadas acima da sua cabeça.

— Vai mesmo me deixar aqui sozinho precisando de você? — Ele questionou todo dengozinho e utilizando daquele drama que você já estava acostumada. Você tinha certeza que agora os amigos de vocês tentavam em vão entrar em contato através de uma ligação, considerando que os dois celulares começaram a tocar ao mesmo tempo, no entanto você não conseguia pensar com plena sanidade com Haechan sobre você, praticamente implorando para que você não fosse embora, ele pegou ambos os smartphones, silenciou o seu e enviou o áudio mais cara de pau impossível para o grupo em que todos estavam reunidos.

— Tô malzão, galera. Hoje não vai rolar, não — Ele disse fingindo uma tosse como o bom ator que ele costumava ser, você sorriu, invadindo a camiseta dele com as mãos e arranhando suavemente suas costas ao mesmo tempo que ele se aproximava de novo para beijar sua boca — Que foi? Eu tô malzão mesmo, precisando de você e você querendo ir pra farra sem o seu amor?

— Você é ridículo — Você falou baixinho já que o rosto dele estava a uns cinco centímetros do seu — Me diz, como eu posso te ajudar, amor?

Você questionou com um sorriso inocente no rosto que não condizia com as coisas promíscuas que você queria fazer com ele, Haechan praticamente derreteu em cima de você ao escutar o apelido carinhoso, para ele parecia até que estava vivendo um sonho, aquele tipo de sonho que nos deixa com um sorriso de orelha a orelha pelo resto do dia.

— Você sabe o que eu quero — Você segurou a barra da camisa dele, elevando-a e ajudando-a a descarta-la no chão do quarto, imediatamente Donghyuck procurou pelos seus lábios novamente, sentindo falta da textura e do seu gostinho de cereja, seus cabelos escuros estavam ligeiramente bagunçados, suas bochechas vermelhas e a boquinha inchada de tanto beijar e essa era uma visão que você não fazia ideia que esperava ver há muito tempo — Não quero só te beijar hoje. Posso te implorar se você quiser.

— Acho que eu gostaria de te ver de joelhos, Donghyuck — Você o arranhou de novo, porque gostava de vê-lo fechar os olhinhos com uma fina camada de desejo, tão transparente quanto a luz do sol, gostava de sentir seu batimento cardíaco aumentar com cada frase que deixava os seus lábios. Definitivamente, Haechan te queria, tanto que não conseguia pensar racionalmente sobre isso, o que o atormentava, ele queria desesperadamente ser seu e não se importava se tivesse que se humilhar para tanto.

Um sorriso cresceu no rosto de Haechan e você o beijou suavemente no maxilar, sua blusa em pouco tempo tendo o mesmo destino que a roupa do Lee que beijou sua clavícula, te adorando como o completo louco que ele era quando o assunto em questão envolvia você.

— Fala sério, você jogou algum feitiço em mim, né? — Se agradeceu mentalmente por ter escolhido o sutiã com feixe frontal, no qual Haechan não teve dificuldades alguma de tirá-lo devagar, te provocando no jeitinho característico dele, ele beijou o espaço entre os seus seios, murmurando inebriado o quanto você era cheirosa, contornando seu umbigo com beijinhos carinhosos que fazia todo seu corpo se arrepiar e entrar em combustão.

— Na verdade, não precisei de nenhum feitiço pra te deixar assim.

— Não fala desse jeitinho... Assim eu gamo mais, se isso é humanamente possível — Ele disse num sussurro beijando a sua barriga e retornando novamente com o olhar na linha do seu, a mão dele subiu pela lateral do seu corpo, passou pelo seu ventre e finalmente o dedão encontrou o mamilo de um dos seus seios, estimulando o local em movimentos circulares, você segurou o fôlego depois sua respiração se acelerou com o movimento constante e cuidadoso.

— Tá arrependida de não ter saído com o pessoal? — Ele questionou e você balançou a cabeça em negação.

— Você tinha razão — Haechan sorriu, segurou seu rosto e te beijou docemente — Não tem problema ficarmos essa noite no hotel.

Donghyuck sorriu diante de toda a sua inocência.

— Acha mesmo que uma noite vai ser suficiente?

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Corrupted

pairing : haechan x (fem)reader

genre : smut.

warnings : established relationship (kind of). corruption kink. porn without plot. oral (f. & m. receiving). unprotected sex (please practice safe sex). choking. haechan!dom / reader!sub dynamics. reader is a brat. marking. the endearment ‘good girl’ is used. body worship (in a particular way). also this is like the first time i’ve actually tried to write smut so if it’s terrible be nice about it pls and thank you. minors do not interact.

summary : all you can focus on is him and how much you wish he’d corrupt you like so many times before.

word count : 4k

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part two

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playlist : heaven - taemin / into you - ariana grande / volcano - han / under the influence - chris brown / venom - stray kids

The sunset view from the car is beautiful. The chewy orange blending within the whitewashed light blue. It’s truly heaven on Earth, you imagine. An infinite picture of how glorious the world can be. Yet, your attention isn’t on the sky. Nor on the beautiful red wine dinner you had tonight. You were neither drunk nor high. What you were, was a woman in need of her man to wreck her. To have his way with her in a way she believes only he knows how.

Said man lazes back into the leather car seat, eyes half lidded and dragging across your body with an appreciative gaze. The hand that was lazily drawing naughty pictures along the fabric of your silk dress all night now has a grip on your hair, experimentally squeezing and tugging at the roots.

You eye him dutifully as he wraps the soft strands around his fist, his tongue peeking out to swipe against his bottom lip. Your pussy aches for him. But you wait, betraying the need in your body in order to please him.

It’s a skill of yours, to still look so innocent whilst you’re on your knees in front of him. So compliant. So soft. Even though he knows what you taste like when your mouth is drunk on lust and your cunt is dripping with arousal. What you smell like. What you feel like.

And it’s all thanks to him.

You are the result of his corruption.

He smirks a little at the thought, letting his fingers cascade down your face, tickling the skin before he grips harder at your hair, the skin around his mouth becoming taut as he uses a bit of force, ‘My good girl.’

God.

Pleased with the nickname, your palms brush over his stomach, his body slightly tensing as you make to grab at the waistband of his pants, tugging at them pleadingly. With a dark look smoothed over his face, he drags them down, eyeing you with challenge as he’s left in only his boxers.

Feeling a rush of bravery, your knee slips in between his legs and your mouth claims him. His lips are soft and your body heats at the feeling of his. Surprise overtakes his features only for a second, but lets you take charge, not bothered at all by your longing. Your head tilts as your tongue licks against his, timid and unsure. He only smiles at your hesitance but doesn’t make any effort to take the lead.

Accepting his smile as permission, you feel a surge of confidence and deepen the kiss yourself, your tongue more confidently brushing against his own, the subtle taste of cinnamon almost bursting in your mouth. You can’t help the way you melt into him, your fingers reaching upwards to sift through his gorgeous locks of hair before your nails drag down his neck and across his shoulders, electrifying him with pleasure. He hums into your mouth, planting both of his hands on your hips with a firm grip, holding them in place. You want nothing more to sit on his lap and to feel the fabric of your panties lick across your clit, but you remain kneeling. It’s torment. Your chin drops onto the curls on his head and your lips together in a futile attempt to keep quiet.

But he knows you so well.

It’s almost like he designed the way you felt pleasure. How you thought about pleasure. Every sensation was designed by him.

Feeling your need, his right hand drops from your hips and you shudder at the way his palm dawdles down your front until it meets the skin on the back of your thigh, every hair on your body raising with anticipation. Taking his time, his fingers are a caress as they circle the expanse of your upper thigh before his palm slots in between your thighs like a puzzle, his thumb kissing your slit.

Your breath hitches and you pull a little away from the kiss, your mouth opening at the feeling. Your thighs press together and it causes the most delicious feeling of torment to crash behind your eyes. His eyes flutter open as he gazes at you knowingly, his pupils blown wide and the tongue that runs across his bottom lip teasing.

“You alright, baby?” He asks, his voice laced with such a dark lust, you almost moan at the sound.

“Mm-nnng,” You whimper against his mouth as his fingers cup your sex and your hips jerk involuntarily, ‘Yes.’

‘Yes’ He mocks in a high pitched tone, and it’s so red the way he says it. Almost murderous. The colour of blood. The texture of velvet.

His fingers circle your clit over your panties, teasingly sweeping and igniting the growing feeling in your core. Little mewls of lust escaping your mouth as you throw your head back, exposing your throat to the man in front of you, his eyes dancing as your wet arousal coats his fingers. His breath tickles the length of your throat as his mouth hovers over your neck, enjoying the way moans are being pulled from your chest when his fingers enter you. No matter how much he wants to wreck you with his fingers this very instant, wreck you with only his hands until you forget your own name, he wills his hand to halt its ministrations. You whine, wanting him to move, needing him to move. Always needing. Just the way he likes.

Haechan paints your throat with his kisses, groaning at every reaction, feeling his cock become harder and harder with every experimental touch. Sweet kisses pull breathy giggles from your throat, your own hands cupping and squeezing at your tits. Open mouthed kisses have your hips seeking out their own pleasure, rolling back and forth in his hold in search of that delicious friction. More desperate than you have ever been. Pleading with him to have his way with you. Please. Just please. Kisses where his bottom lip dawdled behind the rest of his mouth to meet each new press of his lips had you a fidgeting mess, your hands grabbing at anything. His elbows. Arms. Hair. Your dress.

Your pretty but pesky dress.

‘Take off your dress,’ Is a whisper as much as it is a demand and he removes his hand from your core. Haechan swipes at the bottom of his mouth with the very same fingers that were dripping with your wetness, your arousal and the taste of your cherry lip balm left behind on his lips.

Obedient and docile, your thumbs hook around the end of your dress, pulling it upwards, letting the man in front of you appreciate the way your body is slowly being exposed to him. With a lick of his lips, his thumb pulls down at your bra, your nipple perking up excitedly. His thumb circles your left breast lethargically, gazing at the way your breast dimples with the slightest press of his fingertips. It’s when he touches the nipple that your back straightens and your eyes fall shut briefly. You await the torture you know he’ll make you endure. Instead, his thumb remains gently stroking, approving of the way your nipple starts to harden under his flirtatious attention.

Unable to help yourself, with his hand still remaining at your breast you reach forward to kiss him again, this time much sweeter and innocent than the previous. Seemingly. He abides by it, loving the way you smell. Loving how warm you are. You’re liquid honey and he’s nothing but weak to it.

Suddenly a slight rush of pain in his lips has him looking at you confused and pleasantly surprised, coming to the conclusion that you’ve nipped at his lips playfully whilst he was lost in your kiss, wearing a smile so daring and so like the cheeky girl he knows you can be. He can’t help the slight smile that graces his lips when you attempt to soothe the small bite you’ve subjected him to, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips in apology, one that leaves his mouth tingling. You could kiss him for hours - how soft his lips were, how perfect, how him.

Those were the lips that have you brought you to heaven so many times after all. It’s only fair to pay tribute.

He exhales as you fall to your knees in front of him again, his erected cock as hard as it can possibly get, pleading to be removed by the constraints of his boxers.

And you pride yourself on being a good listener.

Your palm reaches in and pulls his long cock out, your mouth watering at the sight. He’s so pretty. Much prettier than you’d think a cock could be. So effortless pretty.

With a mouth with a mind of it’s own, you lean forward, licking a large stripe from the underside of the shaft, licking upwards to meet the tip. Haechan hisses at the sensation of how warm your mouth is, his knuckles white. You smile, wrapping the tip of his cock with your mouth, tasting the slight taste of his pre-cum with a little moan. Though you make no effort to suck him off. Only mouthing around the tip of his cock.

Impatiently, he grips the back of your head, seeing your willingness to thoroughly enjoy his sounds of equal frustration and pleasure. Needing to punish you, he hisses, ‘You enjoy teasing me, huh? Think it’s fun?’

Without waiting for your response, his hips lift and his hand pushes down on the back of your head, groaning at the true feeling of your mouth and throat. Your mouth opens wider to allow for his cock to have access. A surge of pride rushes through him. You take him so good. So well.

Pleasure overtakes his senses as he grips harder at your hair, daring to go deeper each time he pulls back. Sadistically loving the way you gag around his cock and the crescent moons your nails leave behind on his legs. The ends of your hair has fanned outwards and they tickle against his skin. He smiles as he slides out of your mouth to briefly check on your state of being, loving the way your chest is heaving with every large breath of air you inhale and exhale.

There’s his good girl.

‘So good to me, baby, aren’t you?’ He licks his lip again, your fucked out expression only managing a sweet, obedient nod.

Taking that as permission he continues to fuck your face, thrusting back and forth with more vigour, groaning at everything. The warm and wet feeling of your mouth. Your tongue rubbing along the tip. Your desperation to see his pleasure. To reach that feeling where he has no control at all and you have it instead.

Knowingly, his waist drops as his posture straightens, his cock falling out of your mouth. It’s messy and your thighs squeeze together at the thought that your mouth had been there. Your mouth was on that pretty cock. That cock was down your throat. And you loved every second of it. He did too. You look at him as if he had disappointed you, yet he only looks at you expectantly. Waiting.

Your turn.

With a fixation on the tip of his cock, you kitten lick it once again. His tongue pokes the inside of his cheek at the teasing you can’t help but commit. But his annoyance disappears as your hand reaches up to wrap his cock in a fist, gliding back and forth along the slick shaft. Your mouth opens and your tongue extends, his cock almost bouncing in the cave of your mouth and against your tongue. He groans at the feeling and you look at him.

So innocent and yet he can see what corruption has done to you. He exhales a small laugh, his fingertip brushing at your cheek. You can’t help but smile back at him, getting slightly bashful as he takes the time to admire you. His smile only widens at you, looking at you in a way that you can’t help but pause your naughty ministrations to slump forward to rest your forehead on his hips. He cocks his head. You’re shy again.

Not letting your bashfulness get completely in the way, your hand returns to its back and forth and you line kisses on his shaft as an apology. But he’s not mad. Not really. You’re starting to get desperate again. Your mouth laying claim over his cock, gagging as you take him deeper and deeper. He moans with such a feral ferocity that you can’t help the whine that escapes you, lighting him with sensual fire.

He needs you. Now.

‘Lie down,’ He orders, motioning towards the leather seats. Swallowing, you follow his orders, your legs slightly spread apart. With a smack of his lips, he peels your underwear down your legs, the air cooling against your exposed slit.

His ring clad fingers pry your thighs further apart, letting his body fit between them unabashedly. He smirks at the sleek arousal almost dripping out of your pussy, taking great delight in the way you eye his fingers and mouth. Long ring clad fingers. Soft, wet and pretty mouth.

Smugly, his arms hook under your thighs and pry them apart even further, allowing easy access to complete ruin. Your greed for it evident in your eyes. Drinking him in.

The first kiss to the inside of your thigh has you whimpering and he lets his kisses float against the skin.

‘Move....please, move.’ You plead.

He gloats against your skin, licking against the outer lips of your pussy. It tickles but all you can let out are whimpers. Unable to tame the beast inside of him anymore, he licks at the swollen clit. Loving the way you writhe for him.

Your mouth gapes open at the sensations that overtake you. Pure pleasure running through your veins and taking your body as a hostage. You can hear the sounds Haechan makes when his mouth comes into contact with your pussy. Messy popping sounds that drive you to unspeakable lengths and back with each swirl of his tongue. He sucks at your clit like the lollipops he consumes was made for this one purpose.

You moan loudly as he licks one torturously slow long stripe along your sex before blowing on it. A shot of cold air has you electrocuted and your mindful grip on the seats has turned almost violent on his head. Your hips grind onto his mouth enjoying the feeling of his tongue. Untamed. He slaps your ass swiftly and you gasp as flecks of delicious pain jolt your body into attention.

His mouth pulls away from you in challenge, his eyebrows dancing as you glower at his retreating figure, ‘I’m just getting a condom, baby.’

Your glower deepens and you reach for him again, pulling at his collar. A dangerous and risky move. Sometimes it gets you punished. But you’re incessant. Begging for him to continue. Pleading for him raw. Always wanting him.

He smirks as he theatrically places his middle finger on the hood of your clit, enjoying the way you squirm ‘You’re always needy, aren’t you?’

He’s teasing and he doesn’t expect you to respond. Not when his mouth returns to suck at your clit and his fingers dip into pussy. You’re relentless and you’re moaning so loudly at the pleasure he can’t help the way his need to have you come on his mouth transforms to a primal sort of want. He curls his fingers with trained precision thrusting in and out whilst his mouth is kissing and sucking at any angle that has you screaming louder.

Trapped in a gaze like molten lava, coming is the easiest thing you’ve ever done. Like a knot becoming undone, your legs and arms loosen and your head falls towards the flat surface of the car seat. Yet you’re not finished. You know you’re not. You may of had his fingers. You may have come on his tongue. But you wanted to be wrecked by his cock. You wanted him to completely have his way with you. To fill you up. Your desperation is silent this time as you remain in your position, waiting for him.

Haechan places a soft purposeful kiss on the inside of your thigh, a contrast to the dark chuckle with a sardonic texture that tickles the skin. He’s slow and his eyes are burning into you with a heated challenging glint, ‘Have you been taking your birth control?’

You bit your lip as you nodded.

‘Good girl,’ He purrs, letting the words affect you like his hand would. His mouth shining with your arousal painted on his mouth. With a last parting kiss to your thigh, he straightens, letting his clothes slacken.

Soaking up the way you’re watching him, he brings both his hands through his hair before removing his leather jacket and t-shirt. You marvel at the subtle lines of muscle along his abdomen and stomach. Snickering at the pleading eyes of yours, he shuffles closer, letting you grip his hips and grounding him against your pussy, moaning at the sensation.

‘Impatient,’ He murmurs, dragging his boxers completely down his legs before tossing them to the side. He glowers at the way you blink at him innocently and he knows he’s going to have to set some rules. Splaying out the total length of his hands on your stomach before beginning its ascent to the place he wants it, collaring your neck.

‘I think I’ve been lenient with you tonight, yes?’ He cocks his head, his tongue briefly licking at his bottom lip and your eyes zero in on the action, incredibly horny. Glaring down at your lack of focus, his pelvis thrusts into the gap between your legs and his hands slightly squeezing at your neck, noting the way your eyes roll back in pleasure, ‘Answer me.’

‘Yes,’ You nod, the obedient little lamb once again.

He’s so hot. So incredibly mouth watering in front of you like this. Dominating and devilish.

‘So you’re going to be a good girl for me?’ Haechan demands and you nod. You just want him. Need him. Forever needing him. Only him. If he wanted a good girl, he’d get a good girl.

'Yes,’ You whine, your voice increasing in both volume and pitch.

Haechan’s eyebrows lower in warning before grabbing his cock in his hand and gliding it across your slit once, his tip grazing your clit. You mewl as you grip your thighs in a tighter hold, the pain barely registering as he lines his cock up to your entrance before slowly easing into you. The groan that escapes both your moans has your smile widening. You feel so full and complete. You watch him, wanting to see the way he looks at you. However, his focus is stolen by the way his cock disappears into your cunt before bottoming out. Both your stomachs pressed up against each other has you feral. He’s so beautiful.

‘Fuck,’ He moans at the way your pussy clenches around him. His eyes close for a sweet second before he’s moving, thrusting in and out of you at a slow pace. Your chin tilts upwards as you let out a sound of satisfaction.

‘Faster,’ You beg, grabbing onto his shoulders in preparation, clawing at the skin.

He pecks at your neck with a feather like kiss, before he positions himself to thrust just the way you want him. He enters you hard and fast and you can’t help your strangled scream, ‘Fuck.’

Haechan groans as he continues to steal your identity in exchange for the pleasure that has your body in a chokehold. Your legs hook around his waist, bringing him closer and your mouth finds his neck, biting and licking with every devilishly wolfish drag of his cock into your tight cunt. A playground for all your sex bites and kisses. Marking him.

‘You and your fucking marking,’ He sneers into the crook of your neck. He’s not one for visible marks, but you are. You like the way the colour of his skin changes because of you. How they stake claim. With a reprimanding growl, he lays his palm on your stomach, needing to absolutely wreck you of words. His cock thrums as your cunt swallows every hard thrust. All you can do is moan, finding it physically impossible to mark him. All you do is moan and mewl, whimper and scream. So many songs of pleasure and he’s the one making you sing them.

Your eyes are glazed over like honey and your lips swollen, he muses down at you with a sweet look in his eye, ‘Words....can you remember them, baby?’

Eyebrows furrowed, open mouth, swollen lips and a tightening grip on his waist. No answer. His musing smile drops off his face as he stares cruelly at you. As if you’re his prey. His hips drive into yours faster and harder, driven by your sounds and the tightening of your pussy. You’re close, ‘You don’t need them when you come anyway.’

He’s right. Because he’s brought you down this road many times before. Your body is shaking with your orgasm, wet and pulsing with heat. Legs and feet tensing, grabbing at the car seat under you with a tight squeeze. Your pussy clenching around his cock tightly and it takes all of his power not to become undone by the effect your orgasm has on his cock and how much he wants to come.

But he stands no chance, because you’re looking at him with your innocent eyes of worship, like a fox, as if the both of you aren’t currently fucking in his car. His orgasm rips through him like a new skin, and you’re smiling at the way you feel his cum coat the walls of pussy. He feasts upon it.

Only when he feels himself soften and his breathing return to normal does he wipe at your leaking sex with his t-shirt and check for any marks that he might’ve left behind, ‘Did I hurt you?’

‘You could never hurt me,’ Your words and tone are soft. You’re glowing, he notices. So beautiful.

His smug smile is teasing, not taking you seriously, opting to ignore your beauty by pretending like it’s normal to be this enraptured by someone. His initial reply is halted by the way you look at him with only gentle eyes. Like you always do. It used to anger him, somewhat. He wasn’t the best guy in the world, not really, everyone knew it and yet, you never treated him like he was anything less. He closes his eyes and his smile tilts towards fake, ‘I could.’

You lean into kiss him, just a chaste kiss, one that isn’t heated nor desperate. One that’s sweet like you and difficult for him. But you know he’d do it. However, he’s distracted by your eyes. With a trained kind of gentleness, his finger skims along your eyelashes, admiring the new length, a small smile on his face ‘These are new.’

You smile, your words singing in your head like a mantra. Haechan can think the worst of himself. See himself as the big bad wolf that brought the innocent girl down to rot. See himself as the bad guy before the good guy swoops you off your feet. See himself as the embodiment of corruption.

It’s true, he corrupted you. He did. He’s the man that’s fucked you in your kitchen. Fucked you on his desk. Even now, he’s the guy who’s just finished fucking you in his car. He’s fucked you so much that he’s ruined any other guy for you. You can’t even entertain the idea of somebody else.

But you’ve also corrupted him. He doesn’t realise how gentle he is with you. How sweet and how caring. How he protects you. How he’s always willing to try or to readily sacrifice a part of his world for you. How he has made your pink love red and beating.

Those innocent eyes of yours. So obedient. So compliant. How ready they were to show him how to love and be loved.

author’s note : is it normal to want to bury myself in a hole. asking for a friend. this was originally supposed to be for valentine’s day or my birthday or haechan’s birthday! but you get it now instead! yay!

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ronjunnie · 27 days

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KUN

TEN

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HENDERY

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SION

RIKU

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jungkookschin · 2 months

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demigod trials masterlist

synopsis: camp half-blood and camp jupiter meet themselves in yet another predicament: the primordial god tartarus is seeking vengeance against you and jungkook, the two demigods who entered his domain six years ago.

(he also wants to eradicate the entire world, :p)

your friends and family at camp half-blood and camp jupiter aren't willing to let that happen- let the war begin.

main pairing: son of ares ! jungkook x daughter of hephaestus!reader

other side pairings: son of hephaestus ! mark lee x daughter of aphrodite! reader , son of poseidon ! taehyung x daughter of minerva ! reader , more to come! (these are all different oc's)

word count: 40 k

warnings: DEATH, killing, DEATH, war, weapons, passing out, choking each other, fighting, rawr

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ this story will feature magical pegasus rides, celestial sword fights, evil gods trying to take over the world :p , a secret underground bunker, a few trips to mount olympus, and a couple of plummets to tartarus 😌⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

chapter one: fates intertwined (jungkook) 20k chapter two: fates intertwined part ii (jungkook) 10k chapter three: icarus falls (jungkook) 7k chapter 3.5: our startlit bond- love you from tartarus (mark lee) 3k chapter four: achilles' heel (taehyung) 10k

recent! chapter five: lust of ichor (jungkook) -10k

taglist:

#jungkook fanfic #jungkook scenarios #bts scenarios #jungkook fluff #jungkook x reader #jungkook imagines #jk fanfic #bts fanfic #jungkook fic #demigod!jungkook #demigod!nct127 #demigod!nct dream #demigod!nct #mark lee scenarios #mark lee fluff

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kiachiako · 1 year

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carpe diem | l.hc

pairing | gamer!haechan x female!reader

synopsis | You know you’re in trouble when your heart starts beating a little faster around Lee Haechan, professional flirt and someone any of your friends would advise against falling for. Then why are you standing in front of his door at the dead of night, lured by his offer of games, marijuana, and quality time with the man himself?

content | gamer!haechan, coder!reader, fluff, angst, language warning, drug usage, suggestive

wc | 5.1k

song | let’s get lost — g-eazy ft. devon baldwin

a/n | wish i could put into words how much i adore the vibe in this fic :(( hope you enjoy it just as much and leave any and all feedback at the end, i love reading your thoughts <3 ly

[h__chan06, 11:23PM] come over

You glance over at your phone as it lights up next to you, letting your eyes adjust to the darkness as your attention is stolen from the code on your monitors. With a snap of your gum and a knowing smile, you return back to the task at hand after scanning the chat notification that disappears just as quickly as it came.

It’s 11pm, and you know your night has only just started; as a compsci uni student by day and someone’s whose late hours are reserved by more… underground jobs, you’re used to the twilight that accompanies you as you work. Seoul’s neon city lights illuminate your apartment on their own as your fingers fly across the keyboard in your lap, lips pursed as your gaze races over each line of code in concentration.

You sigh when your clean slate of java is interrupted by a call pop-up that inconveniently takes up the entirety of your main screen. You’re about to click the red decline button when another text pops up, h__chan06’s < u better pick up > pressuring you into accepting.

“Y/N,” Haechan’s voice echoes throughout your room, filling the previous silence with his raspy tone. It sounds like he just woke up, and frankly, you think it’s the most attractive thing you’ve heard all week.

You hum softly in response.

“I’m bored,” he complains lowly, the sound of rubbing fabric transmitting over your speaker letting you know that he’s probably swathed in blankets in true Haechan fashion. “Want you to come game with me.”

You look up through your eyelashes at the digital blue light time on your wall, groaning when you remember that you have a 2am shift in a few hours at the 24-hour PC Bang that you completely forgot about.

“You know I can’t game for shit, Haechan.”

You hear him scoff at that, his mumbled, “says the literal game hacker,” making you giggle. You swivel around in your comfy desk chair, pushing your way to one of the glass walls of your apartment.

“It’s just,” you continue, staring out into the night cityscape, “I’ve got code due tomorrow for Prof Jung and I really wanna finish it before my part-time at the internet cafe.”

And you might be a little scared of spending alone time with the boy that makes your heart flutter a bit too much, but you would never admit that out loud.

“Please, Y/N,” the boy pleads with you. “Umm, I also just rolled if you want some.”

Your ears definitely perk up at that. Even though your assignment isn’t finished and it’s never the best idea to show up high to your job, you find yourself shrugging on a zip-up and grabbing your keys before you can even register your own actions.

Only a few hours can’t hurt, right?

…

Wrong.

It’s been five minutes of standing in front of Haechan’s apartment door — which just happens to reside in the same complex as yours — and you’re starting to think this is a bad idea.

Actually, this was a bad idea starting from the very first time you were introduced to Lee Haechan.

You still remember that day so clearly in your head; Mark had texted you and your friend group to meet up at his new apartment just days before sophomore year of uni started a year ago, his title as your best friend winning your free time over immediately as you headed a few floors down from your own home with Jaehyun and Karina. You were elated to be in the same building with Mark Lee, because that meant free rides to your classes in his classy Mustang and not having to jog a few blocks down the campus residences for weekly rom com reruns anymore.

However, what you had not expected to see was a brand new face as the three of you entered the spacious apartment, an unfamiliar boy’s laugh ringing throughout the foyer as if he had known your friends for an entire lifetime.

You were introduced to Lee Haechan a few moments later, his relaxed nature and confident smile drawing everyone to him immediately. The integration of his presence into your circle of friends was almost instantaneous.

It turned out that Haechan was Mark’s new roommate (and new competition for the title of his best friend, unfortunately), and somehow had every girl on campus hanging on to the sweet words that dripped out of his pretty mouth; it was just too easy to get hooked on his saccharin voice. He was truthfully too attractive for his own good with his sharp wit and dazzling smile, his model-like dimensions and the headphones/hoodie duo that drove female classmates to their graves with his gamer boyfriend appeal.

It was mostly wariness that kept you from growing close with Haechan, not really sure of what to think of him and his flirty tendencies although he had been nothing but friendly with you in the presence of your now shared friends.

One particular night after exams, the lot of you were over at their place to unwind after such a mentally demanding past few months. A few of the boys were busy trying to concoct something edible in the kitchen (it was most definitely not edible, as you had the “pleasure” of experiencing a few hours later), while Karina and Taeyong were hooked up in the most intense match of Mario Kart you had ever seen in your life.

“Shit,” Mark had mumbled, groaning as his eyes raked over the contents of their empty fridge. “Y/N,” you lifted your head to glance at him as you snuggled up against Karina’s side on the couch, skirt splayed on the cushions while watching the game intently. “I told Haechan to buy the soju today, but this fucker can’t even remember his own address,” he stared pointedly at said boy, Haechan’s innocent expression throwing you off guard, “so I’m not surprised that he forgot the drinks. Can you run to the convenience store down the street real quick and get some?”

You reluctantly got up from your comfy spot on the couch and made your way over to Mark, pulling his free hoodie over your form and tracing a frowny face on his fore-arm as your best friend pulled you into an apology hug.

“He’ll go with you and pay,” Mark nodded to Haechan, who shrugged and grabbed his card before holding the front door open for you with a wicked grin. “Play nice, Hyuck.”

You shuffled a few steps behind him as the two of you made your way out of the apartment complex and through the city night’s light drizzle, hair dampening when you neglected to pull up your hood.

You remember glancing up to him in surprise when Haechan suddenly turned around and tugged you forward by the sleeve, rivulets of raindrops tipping his lashes and glistening down his neck as he pulled you into a run with a wide smile.

“Let’s race.”

It had come as a surprise to you how easily you complied, eyes creased in elation as the rain poured down on your sprinting forms. The two of you weaved through umbrella clad people hurrying to escape the oncoming storm, a boy you barely knew leading you through shallow puddles and blinking crosswalks.

You were soaked by the time you got to the 24-hour convenience store, expressions painted with pure giddiness as you stepped into its artificial lights. The cashier had eyed the two of you with the greatest disdain, his gaze burning into the small spot of growing water pooling at the entrance under your figures.

Following Haechan into the alcohol aisle, you startled when a soft ding of your phone interrupted your euphoric haze. An immediate grimace graced your face.

“What is it? A new assignment?” He leaned closer to peer at your phone, warm breath reaching your cheek as his shoulder brushed against yours. Noticing the shaky inhale you had taken, he leaned back, amused. “I make you nervous, don’t I.”

You looked at him, incredulous.

“Never,” you answered, mentally kicking yourself at how unsure you sounded. The butterflies that you felt like vomiting gave yourself away nonetheless. “I don’t even know you.”

Haechan raised an eyebrow at you before dragging a chair out at the little window table in the corner of the store. Patting the seat across from him, he poured you a shot of soju and brushed a wet strand of hair out of your eyes.

“Then let me.”

You had sat there with Haechan for far too long that night, discovering every little thing he was willing to give up: from his area of study (“I’ll give you my old Python notes for Prof Cho’s lectures,” he had offered. “As your resident game development major and a survivor of the infamous Cho experience, I hereby grant you the right to all of my past cheat sheets and tests) to his unwavering loyalty to grape juice of all things (“You monster.” You had simply taken one sip of your apple drink before pausing with your lips hovering over the straw, feeling absolutely violated with the kicked puppy look he was giving you. “Apple over grape? Monster.)

The two of you had returned to Mark and Haechan’s flat hours later than you were supposed to, the former blaming his roommate for distracting you because he knew Haechan and his tendencies much better than anyone else did. Jaehyun had immediately swept you away in a game of Jenga (you thought it was a mystery why he enjoys a children’s game so much, but is it really?), so you were left with no other chance to speak with Haechan that night, even though he would shoot you a secret smile every chance he got.

It never escalated further.

School resumed like normal and suddenly everyone was busy again. Sure, you and Haechan were still friendly, but you hung out with the other guys much more than you did with him. A part of you was just so unsure about the type of guy he really was; you heard of his midnight escapades far too often to think that he was ever sincere in any interaction with a girl, nonetheless with you. It seemed like the boy that had run with you in the thundering rain and shared his stance on grape juice with passion was simply a figment of your imagination, a fleeting moment among thousands for him. You weren’t hurt nor surprised, already warned of his flowery words that you assumed were customized for each pretty girl that had the fatal luck of meeting Lee Haechan.

But he never made a true advance on you. Whenever your friend group got together, it was just meaningless flirting: the kind that caused your heart to flare up that you desperately pleaded with it to not react to someone like that. It was a sort of game almost, the type where you joked around with him when the time came, but never enough that you would be left with him for more than ten minutes. He still scolded Mark for making fun of you and offered you to smoke with him on more occasions than you’d like to admit, but that was it. A few weak moments in your judgment when you would give in to his offer for help on coding assignments and a free blunt.

As those memories play in your head, you bring your fingers up to your temples in frustration with yourself. You’re always careful with your heart, and you know that his words do affect you in a way they really shouldn't. You’ve been trying to avoid Haechan lately because you think the flirting might have actually gotten to your head. And yeah, you’re probably hyper aware of the scent of his cologne and the mere way he carries himself, but you’re determined to never fall in the traps of your own rapid heartbeat and warming cheeks.

“So then why am I here-” your mumbles stop when the door to the apartment you’ve been standing in front of swings open, the culprit leaning against its frame as his eyes flick over to you.

“Because you get swayed too easily, angel,” Haechan grins at you, his sweatpants and oversized hoodie hanging off his figure so well that you actually think it’s unfair. “And c’mon. We all know that you’ve just been dying to see me.”

You just gape at him before he laughs and tugs you inside, hand reaching up to squish your cheeks together.

“Don’t do that,” you pout after a few moments, pushing his hands away as you feel your face warm.

“I couldn’t resist, love,” he drawls, a Cheshire like smile overtaking his visage as he gestures for you to follow him into the living room. You take a seat on the floor with your back against the couch as you watch him move around, picking up two game controllers from the console before flicking the TV on and returning to sit next to you. The glittering lights of Seoul’s nightlife casts an eerie glow on Haechan’s side profile, all the sharp lines and curves of his face highlighted as you observe him.

Curious, you pick up one of the controllers and fiddle with it before shifting your body towards him.

“Why’d you text me though? You have so many other friends that probably game better than I do.”

Haechan doesn’t take his eyes off the screen as he replies to your valid inquiry, patting the space next to him so you’d move closer.

“You’re the only one that lives near here besides Mark, who decided that late-night practicing for his drivers license test is more important than playing games with me,” he jokes, shooting you a small grin before booting up the game home screen.

Oh.

Wait, no. That’s perfectly logical, you think to yourself.

…then why am I disappointed?

You hum in understanding before looking back up at the loading game.

“Want a hit?” the boy next to you offers, holding out a rolled joint between his index finger and thumb that wasn’t there before. You nod slowly and he takes the initiative to slot it between your lips, fingers grazing your chin in the slightest as he lights the end for you. You take a long pull, closing your eyes and sitting back as your insides fill with warmth with an exhale. Handing the joint back to him, he brings it to his lips and lets the smoke snake out his mouth before dissipating throughout the living room. “You needed that, hmm?”

Your glazed eyes tell him all he needs to know as he starts the video game on his TV, fingers busy setting up your characters and controls on the home screen. You watch his hands in a trance, not realizing that you’ve spaced out until he snaps his fingers in front of your face.

“Thinking about me already, angel,” he teases, hiding his hands behind his back. You hit him lightly and reach for the joint again.

“Shush, Haechan.” He simply blows a smoke ring towards your face in retaliation before reaching over to click a button on your own controller as your vision clears.

“Look here,” he instructs, positioning his fingers over yours so that he can guide you through each symbol and its uses. His cold skin leaves goosebumps as he leaves his palms resting against the back of your own hand. “This red one means shoot, and this one will allow you to pick up things. You press the back of the controller here,” Haechan maneuvers your fingers with his slowly as he talks, “to move forward. Makes sense?”

You nod with wide eyes, still shivering at the contact of his hands on yours. Haechan takes notice of the little bumps against your wrist as his pointer finger rubs against the back of yours.

“Aww, Y/N,” he coos, scrunching his nose at you, “you're nervous.” You protest and pull your hands away from his grasp, failing to come up with a coherent response. He chuckles under his breath at your attempt to escape him, instead grasping your arm and making you sit impossibly close to him so that you can feel the warmth radiating off his body.

With a dreamy look in his eyes and another long, hooded gaze in your direction, he takes another puff before grabbing his own controller. Silver bracelets clinking on his wrist, he shoots you a small smirk before starting the game with one click and settling forward so he can concentrate.

“I’m gonna lose so badly,” you grumble, watching the screen as the world spawns around your two avatars. Your character already seems like it’s suffering, taking hit after hit from the boy next to yours as she crumbles in ten seconds flat. “Kinda hate you right now, Haechan. And you too,” you squint at your girl’s name, “Widowmaker. What kind of person would call their character Widowmaker…” you add on with a mutter, frowning at her. You miss Haechan glancing at you with a small smile and a look of adoration in his eyes.

“I’m betting on it, angel,” he replies to your first words with a snicker after a few seconds, entirely shameless as he completely destroys whatever’s occurring on the TV. He sticks his tongue out to wet his lips as he immerses himself completely in the game. “You’re gonna give me something if I win, no?”

“I- what? When did I ever…?” you mutter with confusion as Haechan jumps to his knees with a shout. You watch with dread as blood splotches appear in your vision and the hearts that indicate your number of lives blink to a null gray, the girl that was supposed to help you win getting hit straight in the chest with her multitude of weapons and abnormally short crop top — you don’t know how her outfit was supposed to be of use, but you assumed that maybe Haechan’s character would have a moment of unclarity and propose or something.

“I won! And I even went easy on you, angel.”

And there it is in all its glory. A bright, green “You Win!” mocking you on his side of the screen while yours just flashes red as your character sinks to the ground in despair.

“Uh uh, Haechan,” you protest, turning towards him with your hands reaching for his controller. “We did not have a win-lose system set up and you know that I’m bad at this.” The said boy merely leans forward and taps his head with his finger pretending to think.

“I’ll give you my car for a week if you win,” he proposes, reaching for the controllers again. Your eyes widen.

“No fucking way,” you say, grinning as you lean forwards. “A month.”

“Two weeks, angel. Don’t push it.”

“A month.”

Haechan slumps against the couch, refusing to look at your pleading face and adorable expression.

“Fine,” he grumbles, defeated. “A month.”

“Yes!” you exclaim, shuffling in your spot with glee and crossing your legs to get ready for the next round. You are desperate for that car; having it would mean no more running to catch the train at 9pm after a botched lecture from your professors who seem to not know what a clock is. And, of course, midnight garlic bread runs without being scared shitless of what could be following you in the dark. “Need to focus…”

Haechan’s gaze zeros in on you, your tongue poking out of your tongue in concentration and your eyes enlarged with a newfound eagerness.

“Haa…” he breathes out, “cute.” You ignore your warming cheeks after hearing his words and nudge him to start the game, the soft look on his face catching you off guard to the point where you have to look away.

With a beeping countdown, another match of Overwatch starts and you’re left in the most concentrated state you’ve been since your last phase of, “I’m-going-to-get-all-perfect-marks-in-school-this-semester” (which isn’t actually saying much because you did not in fact get perfect marks that semester). With your gaze locked on your character and hands poised on your controller, you maneuver yourself carefully through the rotted terrain and hide from Haechan’s lingering avatar.

“I’m not letting you win,” you warn him with your most menacing tone, making your on-screen character do a 360 before shooting a warning shot into the far distance.

“Mm?” he hums, clicking rapidly on his own controller before turning to you, “you can’t win with me, angel.” You still at his words, scared to say something that will give away how truly nervous Haechan makes you. There’s something more in that sentence that you just can’t pinpoint.

After a moment of staring off into space, you regain consciousness and shake your head to clear your mind. “Focus…”

And that’s when you see it; Haechan’s avatar is crouched on top of a crumbling building at the corner of your vision, waiting for the perfect moment to shoot you down from above. He’s got his weapon aimed directly at you and the mere size of the thing scares you — and you’re not even the one being shot.

With dozens of quick solutions and methods running through your head to get out of your impending death, the worst possible thing you could do crosses your mind as you spy Haechan’s finger press down on the shoot button.

Just do it. You want to win? Just do it.

“Fuck it,” you whisper, pushing his controller out of his hands.

“Why would you-” he starts before stilling, the feeling of your fingers clutched around the fabric of his sweatshirt and being pulled in close to you shocking him into silence.

You let yourself lose all rational sense as you give him a tiny kiss, your body shuddering slightly at the simple feeling of his lips on yours. Only meaning to stall him for a few seconds, you reluctantly pull back and turn back to the screen to finish off the game. With one small click and a few splatters of blood on your display, you jump up with excitement as the “You Win!” finally appears for your victorious all-kill.

Before you can even turn to Haechan and taunt him with your victory, he twists his body so he can hover over you, pinning your wrists in one hand and bringing the other up to your face. You stare up at him with wide eyes with your noses just centimeters from each other, and you’re so close that you could connect your lips once again if you really wanted to. And you really want to.

Before you can fully process the position the two of you are in however, Haechan brushes his thumb against your cheekbone and switches his gaze between your eyes.

“You think you can just do that and not face the consequences? Hmm?” he whispers just next to your ear, his warmth breath reaching your neck as you shiver slightly under his touch. “Use your words.”

“The game?” you mumble dumbly, unable to pull anything coherent from your brain at the moment.

“I don’t care about the fucking game, Y/N,” Haechan replies, one of his hands smoothly moving up to hold the back of your neck. “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this moment… you’re going to make it up to me, angel.”

With that, he fastens his lips to yours once again, letting out a small groan when he pulls you into his lap and presses your body into his. His kisses are deep and hard as he pulls you in by the waist and slips your zip up off your shoulders, the feeling of his tongue slipping into your mouth making your head dizzy.

The taste of marijuana and raspberry lingers in your mouth when he pulls away briefly to take a breath, soon after tilting his head so he can deepen the kiss even more. His little sounds go straight to your core, the moans he lets out increasing when you lean into him to slide your hands down the skin of his neck and shoulders. The way he moves is mesmerizing under your touch.

You throw your head back when one of his hands finds its way up to your throat, his fingers lightly wrapping around the base as you swallow in pleasure. He’s such a good kisser that you can feel yourself drown in his movements, delicate and sensual. His teeth nip little bites on your jawline, and you already know that the red blooming all over your skin will stay there for weeks with how much pressure he’s applying on your skin.

Making his way back to your mouth, he graces the flesh of your lips with his tongue before tugging gently. The little sound you make in reaction has him reeling, pulling away to put his forehead against yours.

“Want more?” Haechan inquires with his infamous smirk, nuzzling his nose against your skin as you sit straddling his lap.

Barely able to respond, you mumble, “more,” before chasing after his sweet kisses once again. You could do this all day.

“Ah ah,” he shushes you with his finger, letting the tip sneak between your lips just a smidge before wrapping his arms around you and hugging your body to his. “Didn’t mean to get you addicted, baby.” And with a sweet kiss on the corner of your mouth, he holds you in his warm embrace and rocks you back and forth, refusing to let you taste him. “Wanna keep you like this.”

You comply, relaxing as you sink into his lap in utmost comfort with your arms around his neck and face tucked in the crook of his neck.

You don’t even notice when your eyes start to flutter close, a sudden tiredness taking over your figure. You’ve always struggled with insomnia, but you fade into dreamland as soon as Haechan lays you down with him, hand rubbing soothing circles across your back.

Even you can’t deny it as much as your heart wants to; you feel at home in his embrace.

…

You wake up groggy to a blaring in your left ear, the piercing sound of your ringtone forcing you to consciousness. Rolling over to reach for your phone, you don’t even look at the caller ID before sliding the green accept button and holding the device against your ear.

You can’t get a single word out before a familiar voice blares out of the speaker, making you flinch away from the sound immediately.

“Sunshine! Did you finally get with Haechan?” Mark talks excitedly from the other side of the line, his hyper tone evident without seeing his expression.

“Good morning to you too- Wait, how did you know I was with Haechan last night?” you say incredulously, suddenly very awake. “How’d your permit test go anyway?” You hear Mark scoff at your question in response.

“Y/N. Did you think I really didn’t have my license already,” he says with exasperation. “Do you not exploit my driving skills every other day or am I going insane?”

“I mean kind of, yeah. With the way you drive…”

“Oh, fuck both of you,” Mark laughs out. “Haechan’s lies never make any sense.”

“Lies?” you mumble, confused. Why did Haechan lie to you about Mark anyway? You’re not sure where you lie in Haechan’s spectrum of feelings, but you hope your heart won’t get crushed with how hard you fell just a few hours ago.

Mark sighs audibly.

“Mm, he wanted the apartment empty yesterday and he’s talked about you since forever, Y/N-ie, really. Hope you know he’s very serious about getting to know you,” you gape at your phone at Mark’s confession, surprised. No way Lee Haechan, downright playboy and professional flirt is interested in you in the way you’ve been falling for him too — and suppressing it.

But with the way he cared for me last night, you think to yourself. He seemed so sincere.

“He’s stopped seeing other girls for a few months now,” Mark adds on, easing the worries he knows are running laps in your mind. “He’s so serious about you, Y/N, I can tell you that much.”

You let that information sink in as you sit back in your own bedsheets, hands rubbing your arms with the morning chill as you let the thought of Haechan and you marinate.

Just as your doubts begin to surface again, you hear a delicate knock on your apartment door before the door swings open and reveals a familiar boy standing in the hallway.

Haechan grins at you from behind a pile of fluffy winter blankets in his arms, taking your growing smile as an invitation to enter. He goes straight for your bed, settling into the warm spot next to you and letting his body snuggle into your side. Taking the fleece blankets, he wraps you in the fabric before placing a shy kiss on your temple, your cheeks blushing rose at his adoring actions.

“My angel.”

...

xoxo

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kiwiviv22 · 1 month

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Idol! Reader X Yuta!

Text imagine. Female AFAB reader (Part 2)

part 1 here

Summary: Y/n is added to a group of very curious foreign swaggers for answers.

#nct127 x reader #mark lee #nakamoto yuta #nct 127 #nct imagines #yuta x reader #yuta nct 127 #ten #jaehyun #winwin #yuta imagines #yuta nakamoto #mark x reader #wayv #nct x you #nct x reader #nct x y/n

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astayinwonderland · 7 months

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But this is a no-strings-attached thing

pairings: yuta x f.reader

genre: smut | little plot | +18 minors DNI

summary: Yuta and you have an agreement... but you're starting to change your mind. And maybe, only maybe, so does he.

word count: 958

a/n: I got a little bit carried away and this happened... remember this is fiction. Enjoy! (;

Warnings below the cut.

warnings: cursing, unprotected sex (pls don't), choking, possessive behaviour, spit play, mentions of alcohol, pet names.

Being around him feels like a thunderstorm. There is a spark in the lightning, despair in the rumble, and peace in the water falling from the sky. Yuta is just that man. His touch is effervescent, it makes you want everything he has to offer. Everything he gives, you take gladly. It is in his eyes you find the trust you have never been able to give no one else. It is in his silvery voice you find the pathway to imaginable pleasure. It is in his delicate yet spurring touch you find eagerness to please. Yes, he was the instigator of wet dreams and filthy thoughts.

Your arrangement was unspoken, one drunken night together was the start of many others minus the alcohol. The common denominator is you, legs spread, him, and only him. Catching feelings is easy for you, how not to catch feelings for Yuta? In broad daylight, he is the perfect gentleman, a generous and selfless friend. Behind closed doors, with you, he gets to be fully and unapologetically him.

His eyes darken as he opens the door to his place, and a lustful smirk forms on his lips. You stand there motionless for a second. His shirt was unbuttoned, jeans hanging low on his hips, and his belly button piercing visible. All you want is to take his clothes off.

“I thought you weren’t coming,” he says, moving to the side to let you in. He takes off your jacket and in a second his lips are kissing your neck. Soft and seductive, those lips caress your skin in the most tantalising way. You turn around to meet him and for a split of a second, you seem to find in his dark eyes an ounce of devotion for you… maybe love, but who are you kidding, this was a no-strings-attached thing.

Your arms wrap around his neck as your lips find him to kiss and savour every bit of him. Without breaking the kiss his hands travel to your hips and he slowly pushes you back guiding you to the couch. There, you straddle his lap and the kisses get hotter and needier. Yuta grabs a handful of your hair, pulling you closer, his tongue pushing against yours. The sudden change makes your hips roll over his and he is already hard for you. It turns you on to imagine all the wicked things he can do with his tongue alone, but it drives you insane thinking about the amount of pleasure his cock can give you.

“You know dry humping is not our thing, doll,” he raises one eyebrow.

“Then take your clothes off,” you demand.

Your answer spurs something in him, something carnal and dangerous. You both undress and this is how you find yourself lying on the couch with your legs positioned on his shoulders. Yuta stretches out his hand and you immediately know what to do. You spit on it and there’s that fucking grin that makes your insides flip with lust, passion… and let’s admit it. Love.

Yuta strokes his erection and aligns himself with you. Entering your wet core slowly, until he bottoms out completely. Your eyes roll back at the feeling of fullness that you can only get from him. His thrusts are deep, fast, and eager, he wants you to feel every vein and the slight curve of this cock dragging against your clenching walls. Fuck, he is the best you’ve ever had. You are the best he’s ever had. The way you moan his name like a broken record gets him going. The way your body responds to him is mesmerising. Your nipples hard, your pussy so wet for him, your tongue licking his neck, your bites, your scent.

You feel on the verge of dying of pleasure and living for this moment. He grabs your cheeks with one hand.

“Look at me. Open, doll, “ and you obey, opening your mouth for him. Spit falls from his mouth landing directly over your needy tongue.

“I don’t want anyone else inside you, you hear me? No one gets to fuck you but me,” he pants as his cock moves in and out of your making your legs tremble and he knows you are getting hornier. You like how he gets possessive of you.

“You like hearing that? It’s only you– and– me,” and with these words your pussy clenches hard around him.

“Say it,” he commands.

“Only. You. And. Me,” you repeat.

His hands go directly to your neck squeezing slowly, controlled. Your brain begins to fog, you feel the blood rushing through your veins and the undeniable feeling of your orgasm approaching. Yuta’s hand tightens more around your neck, your hips rutting against his, chasing the wonderful release. You cry with pleasure. You want this, you need this.

“Yuta, please... Fuck, make me cum,” you manage to say. So his eyes close and he fucks you good. He fucks you into oblivion, your orgasm making your whole body tremble and you can’t do anything but loudly moan as Yuta chases his own release pulling out when he does and cumming on your torso and breasts.

He slowly lowers your legs that you can barely feel and the sight of you under him makes him jealous. Jealous because he asked you not to fuck anyone else… but that was not the agreement. You can do whatever you want. Sweat covers both of your bodies, Yuta helps you up and leads you to the bathroom. He always turns on the shower and makes sure the water is warm so you can step in.

“Yuta,” you call from the shower.

“Yes, doll?” he answers as he waits outside.

“I think I don’t like this arrangement anymore”.

#kpop smut #nct127 #nct scenarios #nct imagines #yuta smut #nct yuta #yuta imagines #nct 127 smut #nct 127 fanfic #yuta fanfic #yuta x reader

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rinatic · 1 year

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NCT 127: kinks

[Taeil]

Voyeurism - he'll never admit this lol but he gets off by watching his partner masturbate and it gives him the urge to touch himself too.

Sensory deprivation - blindfolds are his thing, he really loves doing his unholy work on your body while you can't see anything.

Choking - he loves the feeling of his fingers wrapped around your neck as he pounds into you, he loves how tears form in your eyes and how you struggle to breathe well, whether you choke because of his hands or cock.

Mutual masturbation - he likes having someone's else hand on his cock rather than his, and he wants to give you pleasure at the same time so this happens often.

[Johnny]

Domination - he can't be a sub, he will always want to be a dom because he doesn't like being vulnerable and it gives him sense of power and control.

Exhibitionism - this little shit probably likes seeing people get off by seeing him masturbate or just being naked lol, he enjoys showing off.

Size difference - seeing you being way smaller and vulnerable turns him on, he likes how he's way bigger than you, and his favourite positions are where the size difference between you two is very obvious.

Spanking - being a dom, he likes spanking and he often does it when he's punishing you, likes the sound it makes as well as how pink your skin is after.

[Taeyong]

Objectification - he strikes me as someone who wants to be used like a sex doll, will definitely tell you to perform your fantasies on him as you wish. Being dehumanized and humiliated turns him on.

Pain kink - you can't disagree with this, being subjected to physical pain definitely makes him hard, especially when you grab his hair or when you're harsh with him.

Bondage - i feel like he is a switch who likes to be a sub more, and i think he likes the feeling of being restrained. Tying him up and dominating him is surely one of his endless fantasies.

Pet play - this one is obvious, you can't tell me that taeyong won't enjoy this, i feel like he won't ask to do this except when he really trusts his partner, however, he definitely wants someone to unleash his inner kitten.

[Yuta]

Age play - you can't convince me that he doesn't like the whole daddy and little girl thing.

Role play - being the teacher and you being his little girl who is asking him to teach you dirty stuff makes him wild lol he definitely likes it.

Hickeys - it's what he often does, his possessiveness makes him enjoy marking your body, expect to wake up and seeing your neck decorated with love bites almost everytime you have sex with him.

Gagging - he wants to see you gag on his dick as he fucks your mouth, he often thrusts far into your throat just to hear your gagging noises, it makes him feel powerful.

[Doyoung]

Breath play - fucking you and controlling your breath at the same time gets him going. Sometimes he'll be a little too much with it because he's a little shit.

Sensation play - buying sensation play products to use on you from time to time is his thing. Candles are his favourite though.

Corruption - kim doyoung wants to ruin you. He wants to ruin his sweet shy baby with his filthy mind, he definitely likes taking virginities as well as introducing you to hardcore kinks for you two to try.

Orgasm denial - he loves to stimulate you until you're close to orgasm, refraining you from releasing makes him feel powerful, he probably enjoys controlling and teasing you.

[Jaehyun]

Sex in public - for some reason, i can see jaehyun being a shameless man, especially when he's blinded by his arousal, he doesn't mind taking risks in semi safe places like changing rooms and public bathrooms.

Threesomes - i can see jaehyun being so excited to do this lol, especially if it's more of a competition between two men, he'll be so competitive and want praises

Sexting - this mostly happens when he's on tour, jaehyun is a busy man and a horny one so he uses this (and you lol) to relieve himself when he can't see you in person.

Cum play - he does this when he doesn't have a condom nor wants to get you pregnant.

[Jungwoo]

Oral - this mf would be shivering and moaning when you give him a blow job, i just know he does this, and i know he's so good at giving too.

Lingerie - i feel like he's turned on by sexy clothes, he definitely likes it when his partner dresses up for him.

Hair pulling - this is both giving and receiving. He enjoys grabbing your locks while you suck him off and you doing the same while he pounds into you.

Rough sex - he prefers it more than slow sex and it's more better when he can see your ruined face.

[Mark]

Bdsm - he will be shy to bring it up at first, but the more you have sex the more he's ready to tell you about it. The idea of making you serve and please him drives him crazy. He definitely wants to explore everything included in this kink except hardcore stuff.

Oral - this is more of a receiving one, but the feeling of your lips around his cock does things to him.

Cum play - for some reason, i can see mark being so dirty that he wants to paint you with his cum. It's something i feel that he would enjoy.

Auralism - your moans are definitely a turn on for him, all the soft whimpers, groans and hisses makes him extra aroused.

[Haechan]

Corruption - that's why he wants an innocent inexperienced s/o.

Consensual nonconsent - he just wants to have sex without having to motivate you nor having to do foreplay. Also, he likes when you reject him at first and then he changes your mind by ruining you lol.

Dirty talk - he likes it especially if you were innocent, it makes him feel good that he is the only person who can make you change like this. Also, it gets him more in the mood.

Praise kink - if sends him over the edge when he's being praised. Since he can be a little unsure of himself sometimes.

#nct kinks #nct scenarios #nct imagines #nct 127 #nct taeyong #nct yuta #nct mark #nct haechan #nct jaehyun #nct johnny #nct doyoung #nct jungwoo #nct taeil #nct x reader #nct #nct127 #nct smut

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nj5nk · 4 months

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i think i wanna go back to school, and have my locker full of pictures of you... 𐙚

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sunshyni · 1 month

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(olha eu aqui na madrugada kkkkk é que eu estabeleci uma meta de que iria postar isso ainda hoje, então preciso cumprir 🙏)

Honey

Lee Donghyuck

2. I'll be your honey in the honeymoon

Era um sábado à noite comum como qualquer outro, você estava relaxando vestindo seu pijama favorito depois de um longo banho com direito a sais e muita música, um notebook descansava no seu colo, você tinha uma apresentação de um produto novo na segunda-feira à tarde, mas não se importava de adiantar um pouquinho as coisas no sossego da sua casa, ou essa era apenas uma desculpa convincente para não te fazer refletir sobre o quanto você era solitária. Não é como se você não tivesse amigos, você até tinha, no entanto eles possuíam seus próprios cronogramas e afazeres, e você jamais atrapalharia o momento de lazer de alguém. Você trocou de janela para o gerenciador de e-mails da empresa quando o notebook fez um barulho notificando uma nova mensagem.

“Eu não sei o que rolou com aquele casal representante da empresa no mega evento de hoje, mas eles amarelaram. Esteja pronta em 30. Não precisa me dizer seu endereço, já tô ligado, e não se preocupa com o que vestir, você tá sempre impecável”

Esse era Lee Donghyuck, enviando um e-mail extremamente informal e suspeito sem dar a mínima para a ética – ou a falta dela – da empresa, vai saber se o presidente tinha alguém contratado apenas para checar os e-mails e mensagens trocadas entre os funcionários da NeoCosmetics.

Você se levantou rapidamente do sofá, quase perdendo o equilíbrio quando praticamente saltitou até o seu quarto, resolvendo responder ao e-mail do Lee pelo celular mesmo enquanto mordia o lábio inferior, indecisa sobre o que vestir, vejamos: se tratava de um evento beneficente organizado todos os anos por um cliente em potencial da empresa, sempre acontecia num prédio luxuoso da região e em boa parte do tempo reunia pessoas influentes e com certa grana no bolso. O vestido laranja de cetim, longo e com uma fenda lateral elegante teria que servir para a ocasião.

“O que que a gente vai fazer? Fingir sermos um casal?”

“Tem alguma ideia melhor?”

Vocês poderiam facilmente tentar uma outra abordagem com o cliente que tinha como princípio a família, mas aquele era o momento perfeito para agir e você estava começando a ficar entediada mesmo com a tela do computador, então não seria tão ruim assim ajudar dois colegas de trabalho e impedir que eles levassem um sermão do gerente.

Donghyuck apareceu na portaria do seu apartamento exatos trinta minutos depois que as mensagens entre vocês cessaram, apesar de vocês mal se esbarrarem na empresa por causa da agenda maluca do Lee que envolvia dele resolver pepinos nos lugares mais remotos possíveis, todo mundo sabia da sua exímia pontualidade. Você tratou de deixar os lábios bem unidos, com medo de babar quando o viu num smoking completo, ele não costumava ser atraente assim, tá bom, ele era bastante, mas você nunca vira de perto, sempre admirou de longe quando ele enrolava as mangas da camiseta para poder organizar a mesa e erguer uma quantidade obscena de contratos. É óbvio que sempre que ele te olhava de volta na sua sala, você desviava o olhar e fingia concentração no monitor, embora tudo que você estivesse fazendo com o mouse era abrir abas do navegador loucamente.

— Uau, 'cê tá um espetáculo — Ele disse, passando pelos seus cabelos molhados pelo banho recente e descendo até as sandálias de salto mediano que abraçavam seus pés — Agora me dá sua mão esquerda.

Donghyuck segurou sua mão com delicadeza e com a mão livre retirou do bolso da calça uma caixinha de jóia, ele retirou de lá uma aliança e a colocou no seu dedo anelar sem hesitar, suspirando de alívio quando percebeu que o acessório coube perfeitamente no seu dedo.

— São de namoro, mas acho que servem pra fingir um casamento — Ele mostrou a própria mão e você sorriu desacreditada, boquiaberta com todo o empenho que Donghyuck estava colocando sobre toda aquela farsa, ainda que o simples encostar de peles tenha feito seu coração disparar um bocado dentro do peito.

— Você pensou em tudo mesmo, né?

— Eu não brinco em serviço, princesa — Ele piscou ao passo que abria a porta do carro esportivo para você entrar, e você revirou os olhos para evitar fazer o sorriso crescer no seu rosto.

Felizmente, o prédio em que o evento se sucederia não ficava estupidamente longe da sua casa, então o Lee segurou sua mão novamente apenas vinte minutos depois, era evidente que vocês dois estavam envergonhados, fingindo intimidade um com o outro quando mal se falavam no escritório, mas Haechan sentia-se fissurado pelo seu perfume de rosas frescas e você não podia negar gostar da mão maior envolvendo a sua pequena. E mesmo no elevador, programado para o terraço onde aconteceria a festa, vocês não conseguiam evitar sorrir um para o outro.

— Tá. Jogo rápido. Onde a gente se conheceu? — Você questionou, tentando fazer Donghyuck se recordar de todo o roteiro que vocês inventaram no caminho até alí, ele fingiu refletir enquanto capturava duas champanhes das bandejas que não cessavam de passar entre vocês. Seu olhar recaiu para o pomo de Adão dele de forma involuntária quando Haechan fez questão de afrouxar a gravata, essa que no momento você sentia uma vontade insana de desatar.

— No escritório. A gente demorou pra ficar junto porque você é uma enrolona — Ele esboçou um sorrisinho de canto que era pura canalhice. Você correspondeu com um tapinha fraco no seu peitoral — Tá, a gente demorou pra ficar junto porque não achávamos apropriado nos envolvermos romanticamente trabalhando no mesmo setor. Mas, com a minha persuasão e persistência, eu consegui te convencer.

— A gente é casado há um ano e eu quero uma menininha — Aquilo com certeza não estava nos planos do roteiro de vocês, mas mesmo assim você se aproximou do corpo do Lee com um sorriso estampado no rosto quase isento de maquiagem dado o tempo mínimo que você teve para se aprontar. Haechan tombou docemente a cabeça para o lado ao complementar — E você quer um menininho. O que significa que ou a gente se esforça pra valer pra conceber gêmeos ou a gente se contenta com o resultado e encomendamos outro logo em seguida.

Donghyuck tinha um brilho na pele e no olhar que te fazia sentir um tanto quanto nauseada e extasiada, poderia olhá-lo por horas, dias, semanas, meses e anos e jamais se cansaria de conectar suas pintinhas como num jogo ponto a ponto, você até percebeu distraída com toda beleza que de dele emanava, que o desenho que as suas pintinhas formavam se parecia e muito com a constelação de Pégaso incompleta.

— É isso que a gente tá tentando agora?

— É claro. É por isso que a gente se atrasou. Porque não consigo tirar minhas mãos de você.

Você bebericou sua taça de champanhe, sem reação alguma diante a falta dele, no entanto internamente todo seu ser se agitava, até suas mãos suavam um bocado de nervosismo, mas você ficou com medo de secá-las no vestido novinho e acabar estragando o tecido, então se limitou a fingir plenitude diante do homem gostoso de smoking parado bem a sua frente.

— Ah, então são vocês os representantes da NeoCosmetics? — Provavelmente sua alma escapou do seu corpo quando a mão de Donghyuck pousou tranquilamente nas suas costas, nuas devido ao decote do vestido que você havia escolhido, o que te fez pensar que ele provavelmente sentiu sua pele arrepiar com a palma da mão, a lateral do seu corpo colidia com a dele e mesmo que você estivesse com todas as suas forças tentando prestar atenção no diálogo entre seu esposo apaixonado e o cliente tão esperado da empresa de vocês, você não fazia ideia de quais eram as palavras pronunciadas, focando nos lábios de Haechan não para leitura labial, e sim para afirmar consigo mesma sobre o quanto os benditos pareciam ser macios.

— Isso é com a minha talentosa esposa. Acho que vocês deveriam conversar sobre — Você voltou para si com a palavra esposa, se concentrando no questionamento do cliente e fazendo o possível para respondê-lo da forma mais agradável que encontrou, felizmente o homem na casa dos cinquenta anos era extremamente simpático e interessado tanto no seu trabalho quanto no trabalho de Haechan, que te roubava a sanidade vez ou outra que queria mostrar seu status de relacionamento com um beijinho inocente no seu ombro no meio da conversa ou um apertão súbito na sua cintura que ele achava que passaria imperceptível. Com certeza, sua linguagem do amor era do toque e você não reclamaria de maneira alguma disso.

Quando finalmente, com a união dos seus poderes, vocês conseguiriam adicionar o cliente na lista de investidores para uma linha especial que a empresa estava pensando em fundar, Haechan te arrastou até a pista de dança enquanto um cantor cantava uma versão de alguma música romântica famosa num violão, o ar frio da noite tocava os seus braços, mas não te deixava com frio e nem nada, considerando a pessoa que te abraçava com familiaridade, como se já tivessem balançado os corpos em sincronia daquele jeito muitas outras vezes.

Você sorria sem motivo aparente, podia ser pela bebida ingerida que começava a agir no seu interior só agora, ou podia ser também porque em muito tempo você não tinha uma noite como aquela, com alguém atraente e com conversa fácil que nem Haechan ao seu lado, talvez fosse a mistura de todas aquelas coisas, você não estava preocupada em desvendar esse mistério, só estava a fim de observar aquela pele dourada e a constelação que havia descoberto sem querer e que nomeara como “Haechan”.

— Por que você tá sorrindo assim, hien? Não quer me contar o que é tão engraçado assim? — Ele questionou baixinho, uma mecha de cabelo caindo suavemente no seu rosto esculpido por algum Deus grego, Apolo, talvez?

— Você é estupidamente atraente. A sua pele parece mel, e eu sei que existe todo um cálculo matemático de simetria pra definir um rosto perfeito, mas eu não preciso de nenhum desses parâmetros quando olho pra você — Donghyuck esbanjou um sorriso, achando adorável a forma que você encontrou para elogiá-lo e unindo um pouco mais seu corpo de encontro ao dele. Você queria arrancar os cabelos, porque ele não precisava fazer muita coisa para te deixar gamadinha, só o ato dele exibir aquele sorriso orgulhoso bastava.

— Você tá bêbada? Porque eu te proíbo de se arrepender de me dizer essas coisas quando ficar sóbria novamente — Haechan ergueu as sobrancelhas, testando o território em que vocês se encontravam. Você sabia que não estava bêbada, falara tudo aquilo com consciência porque não aguentava mais guardar todos aqueles fatos para si mesma — Ah, e eu achei que você não me achasse atraente, levando em conta aquela sua mensagem que foi parar acidentalmente no chat público.

Você gemeu baixinho, sussurrou um palavrão e tentou esconder o rosto de Donghyuck, mas isso foi em vão, então você só sorriu sem graça.

— Aquilo foi sem querer e eu não podia admitir pra uma colega de trabalho que te achava gostoso.

— Ah, é?

— Seria a maior fofoca, imagina o que diriam agora que tudo que consigo pensar é em desatar o nó dessa sua gravata e me auto declarar senhora Lee.

— Continua — Haechan pediu com cautela, envolvendo sua nuca com a mão e aproximando os lábios dos seus de propósito, só para te ver ansiando pela colisão um pouquinho.

— Você é coreano, né? Alguma coisa contra se casar com uma estrangeira? Porque eu quero muito me casar com você.

Donghyuck não suportou mais e uniu os lábios nos seus, te beijando lentamente e sem pressa, invadindo com a língua e fazendo todo seu corpo entrar em combustão num tempo recorde de alguns segundos. Realmente, às vezes, só falar uma torrente de pensamentos desconexos te levava a lugares que você jamais imaginou.

— Esse prédio é um hotel, né? — Você questionou e Haechan se afastou um bocado do seu corpo para olhar nos seus olhos que muito provavelmente brilhavam incandescentes. O Lee anuiu com a cabeça ao mesmo tempo que acariciava sua bochecha tal qual um marido encantador.

— Quer que eu reserve uma suíte pra gente, minha futura esposa?

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haechanhues · 10 months

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Corrupted II

pairing : haechan x (fem)reader

genre : smut.

warnings : MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. unprotected sex is implied (sorry. protection is key) dom!haechan x sub!reader. y/n is horny to the point of no return she’s basically a unicorn. y/n is a brat and haechan is a bit more firm in this but he’s still whipped. dacryphilia. marking - mentions of marking. oral (f receiving) public sexual acts with a sprinkle of exhibitionism. mayhaps crumbs of toxicity and possessiveness but like- it depends on your views. if i missed anything let me know!

summary : all you can focus on is him and how much you wish he’d corrupt you like so many times before.

word count : 4.6k

@k-labels

part one

main masterlist

playlist : angel pt 1 - jimin ft nle choppa, kodak black, jvke, muni long / chaconne - enhypen / friends - chase atlantic / it won’t stop - sevyn streeter

The honey dipper in your hands twirls as you stare mindlessly at the sticky golden brown substance dripping back into the container. Memories of this morning flicker through behind your eyes like film strips.

It had been his lips that greeted you first thing this morning, pressing little kisses down your neck and through the fabric of your sleeping clothes. All the way to the slither of exposed skin across your torso and filling your panties immediately with your arousal.

You hum, your fingers raking through his thick hair and squeezing at the roots. His dark eyes flicker upwards to see the hooded tell tales of your eyes and he growls before he slots his mouth over yours. An action you are all too happy to reciprocate.

Your eyes roll at the feeling of his tongue brushing against yours, the hairs on your arms rising at the tingles he leaves behind. Your left palm cups his jaw, following his lead at the best of your abilities, your right hand however, in comparison is a lot rougher, yanking at his hair with fueled desperation.

He smiles slightly into the kiss, pressing deeper into your mouth. The slight taste of citrus lingering on his lips has your whole body buzzing with nerves. Haechan grunts at a particular pull of his hair and his own hands envelop your wrists to pin them against the bed. Your head falling backwards as you pant at the much needed oxygen filling your lungs, leaving you lightheaded.

Haechan smirks from above you, watching the way your eyes are dusted with morning lust. You expect him to say something, anything but he doesn’t.

“Please-” You beg, finding the silence unbearable. The weight on your wrists flipping into your core.

The man cocks his head to the side in faux wonder, “What are you begging for?”

Your face scrunches up in despair as you writhe underneath him. His stare on you dark and you want to do nothing more than leave bites all over his throat, only to soothe it with the drag of your tongue. You want him to touch you, to push you over the edge with his fingers, his tongue, his cock, anything.

“Please,” You say again, hoping that the whine in your voice is enough for him to feel appeased, “Please.”

But, it’s not.

It never is.

“I need words, baby,” He’s stern and his eyebrows are raised in challenge. Daring you to release filthy dirty words from your sternum and into the air between the two of you. Something he knows your friends would have a heart attack over.

You swallow, “Your-…hands-”

“Hmm?” Haechan mutters as he lets his right hand trail from their hold on your wrist gently, “You want it?”

“Yes-” You admit.

His thumb reaches your face first, swiping across the bottom of your chin before getting caught on the plush of your bottom lip. Your mouth drops slightly open instinctively and his eyes narrow at the way his thumb meets the tip of your tongue, “Here?”

You shake your head to which he tuts before he lets his hand drop to your throat, wrapping around with a small squeeze that causes your thighs to clench together, “What about here?”

You let out a sound of retort again and Haechan loves the way he can hear your slightly constricted breath and how it thrums underneath his fingers. His eyes widen playfully, “But you liked it so much last time?”

You pout at his teasing and unconsciously cover his naughty hand with your free hand, letting your fingers tangle within his. Haechan sighs with faux disappointment as you lead his hands down your stomach to the place you need him. He stares right at the plead in your eyes as his finger hooks onto the waist band of your panties and lets the weight of his hand drop. Your eyes flutter shut as a stray finger brushes against your clit.

“You tell me you want it first and then I’ll give it you,” His voice is hardly teasing anymore and his facial expressions are set in stone. Pretty eyes stare into yours like a siren pulling you into the deep. His hands, frozen.

“I want your fingers,” Haechan tongue curls into the roof of his mouth, early celebration lacing his eyes dark and devilish. The beginning of a smile written so clearly in the corner of his lips.

“Where?” His voice tilts upwards as if his words are smiling with him.

“Inside me,” You say, breathless due to his gaze alone. Watching the way his face subtly changes with every filthy word that your mouth conjures. Reading what captivates him. Using it. Devouring it so he can devour you.

Haechan isn’t prepared for the hammering need he feels at your next words. The feeling of them. The power of them. The complete corruption of them.

“Please ruin me with your fingers,” You plead.

He groans then, a husky, “Good girl,” escaping his mouth before he slides two of his fingers into your mouth. He lingers a bit, basking in the feeling of your tongue rolling against his skin and your lips sucking on his fingers.

He removes his fingers from your mouth, watching the way a little bit of drool escapes and your ignorance to it all. He has all your attention and he thrives off it. Batting your legs open with his other hand, your knees bend to expose your pantie-clad pussy and the excitement in him grows. Hooking your panties aside with his thumb, he swipes his wet fingers down your sex. Drinking in the way your breath hitches.

You let out a surprised moan as he sinks his fingers into your pussy and Haechan’s eyes fall shut at how wet you are. How warm you are. He falls further forward so his body towers over yours, trapping you into the moment. He thrusts his fingers deeper, listening to the moans you make and enamoured by the wetness dripping down his fingers and onto his knuckles.

He picks up pace, feeling your walls suck him in with every pull. As he curls his fingers, you thighs start to shake and your hands clamp firmly onto his wrists. Your mouth opens into a higher pitched moan and his own mouth can’t help the wolfish grin that decorates his whole face. Your eyebrows are furrowed and you’re there but not really there.

Too focused on your pleasure.

Too focused on the orgasm that wants to break free from your core. To claim his fingers and make your whole body rumble with pleasure only he can give you.

Only he recognises the telltale vibrations of his phone but he ignores it, too lost in the way your mouth finds the heartbeat of his wrist and bites down on it, marking the skin. Haechan winces but continues his ministrations, his eyes on the prize.

Your head thrown back, preferably shaking. Letting out your deeply hidden sadist tendencies by clawing at his back or decorating his whole throat in your token love bites. Claiming him as yours to corrupt with your pink love.

You and your marking.

His phone buzzes again and he wants nothing more than to take it out on your pussy, short temperedness briefly filling him.

Your hands squeeze at his wrists, your lips restricting your whines from reaching a pitch high enough to break glass. He has half a mind to punish you later for it.

Buzz.

Bu-

He reaches for his phone angrily, reading the contact name with an angry huff before answering it, ‘What?”

His fingers stop and you stare after the guy in front of you, betrayed. Close to tears. Cheeks warm but all for nothing. His hand skims over the skin of your thighs, and you relax, basking in his gentle apology and affection. Missing the conversation, completely.

With a last farewell, he places his phone into his back pocket and you perk up at the possibilities of what he’ll do to you. How he’ll apologise to you. Instead, he licks his lips before pressing a kiss to your cheek, “I’m sorry, baby.”

You feel pain the size of a bowling ball drop straight onto your gut, wounding you. All that manages to escape you is a soft noise of complaint as he gets up from his position, “You were such a good girl for me, baby. I know. When I’ll come back, I promise I’ll reward you.”

He left you after that with a soft look in his eye and softer lips. You were too surprised to really whine. To beg and to plead or to quickly get yourself off on his shoes as he stood there. But to no avail.

You had then tried to pleasure yourself in the shower but only had his fingers in mind. Yours didn’t compare. Neither the shower head. Your new vibrator in need of charging. It seemed that nobody nor a higher power wanted you to come. And it was complete bullshit.

You had showed up to brunch with a furrowed expression, one that had your friends on edge. You had softened up marginally with every bite of food that entered your stomach but you still thought about him.

His fingers.

His lips.

His cock.

It made heat rise to your cheeks. Usually, your sex life didn’t interfere with your ‘outside’ life. Because never did Haechan leave you unsatisfied. Until now, and you were floating in your prolonged desire to come.

Your friends quickly came to the conclusion that Haechan had upset you, had all but jumped at the opportunity to voice their complaints. Comments that you heard time and time again. Comments that weren’t a secret to him either. It wasn’t as if they didn’t like Haechan. They did. He was attractive, charming and confident. They just didn’t like him for you.

Their angel in white.

Their pretty innocent in pink.

But that didn’t matter. You liked him for you.

After a momentary distraction that trailed from what was initially supposed to be a girls’ brunch turned into a self care day. One that softened you up and had you practically in love with your girls and what they meant to you. It made you feel so good that you were willing to follow them to the party down the road.

Straight into the proximity of Haechan again.

Haechan and his friends. The ones that stole him from you. The ones that have stolen him for the whole day.

Your friends sigh at the way your eyes light up at the sight of him, but make no effort to walk closer, opting to glare in his direction and dawdle towards the kitchen instead - in his line of sight. A reminder that he had a good girl in need of her reward.

But he doesn’t see you.

Mark does.

You almost forgive him for being the reason why you failed to come this morning.

Haechan licks at his bottom lip, attention focused on his spread of cards with a contemplative hum. His eyes raise at Mark’s nudge against the side of his legs before his own eyes follow to the older boy’s line of sight. You, sitting alone on the kitchen bench, looking all the more delightful than this morning. As if that were possible.

His lip curls into a devious smirk before he rises from his winning streak, abandoning it in favour of approaching you. You who is currently distracted by the twitching light above you, completely unaware of the presence behind you.

Haechan loves the way goosebumps bloom across your skin at the barely-there skim of his lips against your naked shoulder. You’ve got perfume on. The perfume that he brought you for your birthday. The type of perfume that gets you fucked in less-than-private areas.

Dangerous.

“Hi baby,” There’s a purr in his voice as he greets you and you fall into his gaze. So easily. Like prey. His eyes begin to darken when he observes how fucked out you look. Fucked and unsatisfied, apparently.

You pout at him, grasping at his clothing roughly before casting an angry look at his friends who are busy paying attention to the card game in front of them, “They’ve hogged you all day.”

“You need to learn how to share,” He nips at the tip of your ear before he blows into your ear. The action makes you shiver and he takes great pleasure in the way you’re practically melting at the slightest act.

“Haechan,” You plead and he can’t help the smirk that crosses his face. He can’t help teasing you. Especially when you grip at the elbow of his jacket so desperately.

“Okay, okay shhh” Haechan comforts, rubbing at the remnants of the goosebumps on the round of your thighs, “I’m here now. How long have you been like this?”

If you weren’t completely burning from the sinning thoughts running amuck , you would be sending Haechan straight to hell with the stare you inflict him with, “This morning.”

Haechan makes a non-committed hum and it takes all your self control not to fall to your knees and beg to let him take you in the kitchen right here right now. Your lips press together at the sensation the tips of his fingers leave behind on your skin and disappear underneath the fabric, slotting themselves in the most torturous place.

His middle finger traces circles against the skin of your inner thighs painting your whole body with heated need. Your hands grip at the fabric of his shoulders, bunching the rigid leather in a tight fist. He presses into you, your hair fanning out against the cool kitchen bench. His other arm slides to support your lower back refusing to let logic wipe the haziness from your thoughts and eyes.

He’s so enraptured by it.

How you smell.

How you’re whining in his ear.

Being such a good girl when he hasn’t even started yet.

“I missed you today,” He whispers, hooking his fingers into your panties, pulling at it and marvelling at the sound and feel of your arousal coating his fingertip. Your mouth falls open and he takes the chance to slot his mouth over yours. You return his kiss with desperation, immediately slipping your tongue into his mouth.

He only manages a chuckle before your kisses turn more forceful. More daring. More purpose driven. Teasing him with everything that drives him crazy. His smile sinks from his face as the kiss gets heavier. He consumes you and you consume him right back.

His thumb presses directly onto your clit causing a jolt of electricity to run straight through your body, your fingertips set alight. Your legs hook around his waist as you rut against his hand. Your bones heavy with want and plead.

“Woah,” A startled voice drags Haechan’s face away from yours, his attention quick to flit to the interruption with eyes sharpening with every second away from your lips. You chase after his mouth, stealing his breath away and he has to use the hand that was keeping you still on the counter to collar your throat.

You let out a short mewl and rut your hips forward in search of friction, either unaware or dismissive of the intruder. Haechan’s eyes briefly flicker back to you, shushing you with with a fond but sharp noise. He lets his fingers drop to your chin, absentmindedly pulling at the skin.

All you can focus is him.

His eyes.

Burning like fire, staring into your soul.

His fingers.

Long and beautiful, and yet you can’t help but think his fingers would look better inside you.

Wrecking you with them.

His wrists.

His tongue.

His neck.

Everything burns now. In the most delicious way. Your core, a fireplace and your thoughts, the embers.

You roll your hips towards his fingers again, enjoying the rush of realisation reach Haechan’s face. You don’t care about the location. Nor do you care about who’s watching. You’re too far gone.

But Haechan does.

“Get the fuck out,” He hisses, making sure the intruder scurries off before he returns to you.

“Please,” You plead, “I want you.”

Haechan bites his lip and leans into whisper directly in your ear, “Baby. There’s too many people here.”

“I don’t care,” You huff, trying to lure him into you by playing with his jacket and pulling him closer.

A part of him found pleasure in your words. You were his corrupted little thing. His good girl. His angel. His liquid honey.

Emphasis on the his.

He didn’t share. Not you. He didn’t doubt that some other drunk would walk in here and find you in a less than virginal position if you both continued to let the sexual need win.

“Fuck me where you wanna fuck me, Donghyuck, just pick a place and do it fast,” It was the most bratty thing you could say. One that warranted punishment - if he so desired. His eyes narrowed at you and your little fuck-me eyes.

Where did his good girl go?

His tongue swipes at his lower lip before he cocks his head to the side, eyeing the bedrooms that line the hallway. An idea strikes and you can see the way it lights his face. He leans in closer, enjoying the way you swallow at his closeness and your eyes follow his line of sight, “See that door over there? With the stickers? The decoy sock? That, my sweet girl is Mark’s room.”

Your back straightens and Haechan can feel the way your chest presses against him excitedly.

He had no idea you were such an unforgiving spirit underneath the sweet girl everyone knows you are.

Or that you craved him as much as he craved you.

You lead him to Mark’s room, the energy around you pixie like. He turns you around just as the door opens to press his lips against yours heatedly. You return his kiss with a fervour that makes him smirk. He presses further into you, feeling something akin to pride at the way you focus on his kiss. The fire in your eyes burning through your skin.

He groans as you take charge even as your knees start to weaken yet your kiss remains hungry. Desperate. So desperate. He shrugs his jacket off before helping you out of your clothes, letting his eyes explore the perky swell of your tits and the marks from another rendezvous expose themselves to him.

He loves the way you maintain eye contact with him when he lies you on the bed. Your gaze hooded and impatient and yet so trustworthy.

So trustworthy with a guy like him.

He can never get over it.

Hasn’t since he met you.

Doubts he’ll start anytime soon.

You watch him, biting your bottom lip as you wait for him to undress and have his way with you. Eat you out until you are writhing filthy in another man’s sheets. Watch you suck him dry and come in your mouth. Fuck you in a way that will send the both of you straight to the devil in handcuffs.

He stares at you in thought before he smooths his hands over the skin on the back of your thigh. He exhales deeply before he adds more pressure, the movement running straight through you like an electric current. Your pussy left tingling with anticipation.

His hands find its final purchase behind your knee, folding you slightly so that you’re spread completely open for him.

“Now, don’t get it twisted,” He’s stern and it sends another rush through you, “This is an apology for this morning. Talk to me again like you did in the kitchen- sweet girl I will fucking ruin you, you understand me?”

You almost moan at the words alone but nothing beats the way his mouth on you feels. How he licks a stripe up your pussy and grins at the way your whole face crumbles in pleasure.

Your hands grab at anything available. The sheets. Your tits. His hair. He moans into your pussy at your harsh grip and his eyelashes flutter. His eyes are dark as he drinks you in and you, you are fire. Your chest is glistening with sweat and Haechan’s hair tickles your navel as he sucks at your clit like a man starving from thirst.

Your legs try to close around his head but his grip on you is as stern as his warning. Your back is arched and you can feel your heartbeat in your cheeks and your throat. Your sounds are relentless. Changing with every method he brings you to heaven.

He removes his mouth from your pussy, his tongue licking at his lips that are coated with your first orgasm of the night. The easy orgasm. He’s breathing hard yet you’re breathing harder. Your chest rises as you collect yourself, feeling you have been saved.

“You good to keep going, baby?” He asks, at your more than excited consensual hum, the gentle grip on your ankles tightens, “It’s going to cost you. Don’t make a sound.”

Your eyebrows furrow and the questions must be evident on your face because it only encourages him.

“Not a single sound-” He warns, raising his body to his knees and pulling his shirt upwards. The metal chain around his neck standing out amongst his smooth sun kissed skin. You surge forward to connect your lips again and he lets you chase after his mouth, deepening the kiss so you can see how good you taste on his tongue before he disconnects himself.

With his eyes narrowed on you and your reaction alone, he plunges his fingers into your pussy, coating his fingers and his palm with your come and lathering it along his erect cock. Your breath hitches and he cocks an eyebrow in warning. Your eyes widen hurriedly pleading for his forgiveness.

Haechan finds it cute.

There’s nothing to forgive.

Not really.

Anything you want, he’ll give it to you.

“Do you know why you’re not going to make a sound?” Haechan wonders and pretends to ponder over your silence with disappointment, “No?”

He bounces the tip of his cock along the slit of your pussy enjoying the way your lips tightly press together in an attempt to be good for him. To abide by the rules he set. He sinks inside you slowly, enjoying the way you swallow him whole.

He huffs a breath of pleasure before he leans into whisper, like it’s a secret, “Because I want to see what happens when I take your moans away from you.”

He suddenly thrusts into you and the force of it has you seeing stars. Your mouth is wide open in a silent cry as he picks up speed, dragging his hips back and forth with such a delicious pace that you fear you look possessed past the point of exorcism.

At a particularly hard thrust, a strangled whimper leaves your lips only to be squashed by Haechan himself covering your mouth with his hands that are still coated with your come. His bangs shielding his eyes from your silent apologies as he keeps thrusting in that one place that drives you absolutely fucking crazy.

Your hands clamp around his wrist, nails digging into his skin as your whole body tightens in preparation of your orgasm. Your breathing has begun to fasten and your hips try to meet his thrusts to the best of your ability, hoping, really fucking hoping that he manages to come as well.

You cry into his hand as he thrusts faster, your throat burning with effort and coming up dry. Haechan is only spurred on by the little noises that manage to pass the borders of his hands and he feels the tell tale signs of his orgasm approaching as you go wriggle wildly beneath him.

At your orgasm you relax, eyebrows furrowing with a slight wince as Haechan rides both of your orgasms out before he pulls his cock out and collapses next to you, his hand falling away from you.

Slightly concerned by your silence, he peeks at your face, eyeing for a cue on your feelings. His mouth quirks upwards smugly as he sees your eyes glittery with unshed tears. He really can’t help but chuckle softly, rubbing at the top of your cheeks with a gentle brush of his finger.

You turn to him and your forehead falls onto his shoulder, exhausted, “I’m so embarrassed.”

“Why’s that?” He asks gently, using an abandoned pillow sheet to wipe at the come between your thighs. Your teeth grits at the sensitivity before your mouth swirls uncomfortably in your mouth, only comforted by his gentle insistence, “It’s just us...no need to be embarrassed. You can tell me anything. If you didn’t like i-”

You shake your head, “No! No- I- just....that guy who caught us with your hand up my skirt. I’m so mortified. I was literally-”

Haechan snorts, “Why? He’s not getting any-”

You chortle out a giggle before disciplining him with a quick slap to his shoulder, which he pretends hurts a little. You circle your finger onto the slightly reddened area to trace a gentle butterfly as an apology.

At your kinder than kind eyes that have the whole word Haechan needs in them, he presses kisses to your cheek repeatedly, “Is my needy baby no longer needy?”

Your chest rustles as your mind whirs for what it desires, “I feel like chips.”

A chesty laugh escapes him as he listens to your request, “Chips!”

He stands from the bed, grinning at you as he gets changed again, watching you with such fond eyes of both disbelief and affection.

“Yeah! What’s wrong with it?” You bicker back, enjoying the way your heart beats in your chest when he looks at you with an endeared look like that.

He shakes his head as he dawdles out the door, “I just fucked your brains out and you want chips.”

You thank him with a scandalised and giddy giggle and that’s all he needs to collect your chips like he was made to be your delivery man. He shuts the door softly before he trudges through the hallway alone, the smile on his face that is purely reserved for you and you only melting with every step.

Mark’s expression drops as Haechan returns to them with messy hair and a celebratory grin, “No fucking-”

Haechan grins, “We’ll clean up when we’re done.”

Mark’s face drops even further as Haechan cackles and grabs at the last bag of chips before he makes his way back to Mark’s room. His eyes waltz across the room with disinterest before he pauses in his stride at a familiar frame.

Too familiar.

He’s standing in a circle of other guys - about five nameless and therefore faceless bodies that Haechan ignores as he places a firm grip on one of their shoulders, holding him close as he leans in to whisper, “Remember me?”

The grin Haechan sports right now is so different to the one you see. So different.

The guy shakes as his eyes scan Haechan, nodding hurriedly and at that affirmation Haechan leans in, “If I find you talked about her in any way...I’ll fuck you up.”

The warning is clear. Haechan’s face is as hard as a brick and that is all the intruder needs to agree with the terms. This time, Haechan smiles before saluting the boy and walking away. The unforgiving little brat underneath your innocent eyes, a secret between the two of you once again.

Because, only he gets to see how far his corruption has run deep.

author’s note : so uhm it’s not quite june.. but i did have quite a bit of fun writing this and then again, not at all. it was a weird time but here we are. i also tried to edit it but like i’ve got midnight brain (translation : no brain cell function that has any real worth) but that’s probably all i’ll write for this couple unless i get a really good idea but i’ve got another haechan story incoming.

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