when you first started dating jeno, he would be really shy on facetimes/video calls with you. keeping the phone camera at an appropriate distance from his face and keeping things very demure.
but after months of dating and many many calls, jeno has gotten very comfortable. he would bring his face close to the camera and smile or do silly faces into the camera. it always makes you laugh and you would tease him for being annoying. but when he's abroad and he would bring the camera close to his face, it made you a little sad because it made you miss him more than ever.
when he's up close to the camera, you can see all the features of his face that you love the most. the mole next to his eye, the mole on his nose, the light in his eyes, his smile lines, his nose scrunches, his neck... the feeling of missing him so deeply would be so strong, that it would bring you to the verge of tears. you even cried on a call with him once, sobbing in between your words, "i just miss you."
a similar feeling was happening now.
"babe, back up from the camera, i can't do this right now" you say teasingly (but also seriously cuz you could cry right now).
"why~" jeno says bringing the camera even closer to his face.
you fall silent and decide to just appreciate his face up close like this. jeno smiles and chuckles lightly at your lack of an answer.
"i wish i could time travel so i can see you right now instead of in a week," you mumble and pout.
"maybe you should close your eyes for a second and pretend i'm there."
"no," you deadpan.
"come on, just for 30 seconds." jeno nags.
you roll your eyes and go along with jeno's antics. but suddenly, you hear a knock on your door which makes you jump.
"omg that scared me," you whisper, "someone's at my door."
"this late? keep me on the line," jeno says with concern.
you trod over to your door and look through the peephole on your door. your gasp is audible from your own phone as you quickly open the door to see your boyfriend standing on the other side of your door.
your jaw drops before you throw yourself at your boyfriend.
"wow my girlfriend can time travel" jeno smiles as you kiss all over the face you've been loving only thru a screen for weeks.
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a/n: i saw a compilation of up-close jeno that inspired this but i lost the video </3
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Description: You and Mark have had a friends with benefits relationship for almost a year now. He's in love with you, addicted to you, but you don't feel the same. You're his poison.
Genre: Smut/hints of angst at the end if you squint
Content Warnings: Explicit unprotected sex (Don't Do This LOL), rough Mark, hand necklaces (don't come for me), some angsty angst because I'm a sad bitch, oh also fem receiving oral and other fun, cool stuff
Word Count: 2,307
Pairing: Mark Lee x Reader
Part One | Part Two | Part Three
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Mark left you on Monday, and now it’s Friday. You didn’t expect to feel his loss like this—as if he truly is a fundamental part of your life. He’s done with you, and it’s something you’ll have to learn to live with.
In reality, you’re not entirely sure what brought all of this on. Or what made that switch in him flip. Although it doesn’t matter anymore, not when he hasn’t even reached out in the slightest. You see him active on socials, talking to Jaemin or Haechan, but he doesn’t mention you or even talk to you.
You briefly contemplate asking one of the boys, but if he’s done with you, you refuse to look like the desperate one. You just wish you knew what the hell was going on. Every time your phone goes off, you rush to grab it, hoping, praying it might be him.
Four days is a hell of a long time for him to go no contact. Mark isn’t usually a casual hook-up guy either, so getting random texts from him throughout the day wasn’t weird. For some reason, your heart sinks every time you realize it’s not him.
You’re in a pair of shorts and a T-shirt, sitting on your couch and watching your favorite TV show, when you get a phone call. Seeing his name on your screen has so many emotions racing through you—excitement, anger, confusion. You want to talk to him about anything he wants, but you also feel as if you deserve an explanation for his outburst.
“Hello,” you answer, shifting to cradle your knees to your chest.
“Can I come over?”
Wow, straight to the point. You scoff. “You’re kidding, right?”
“No.” He shuffles around with something in the background. “I’m so hard right now, and no matter what I fucking do I can’t get off. I’m convinced I’ll never cum again unless it’s inside you.”
You want to be mad at him. Truly. He hurt your feelings Monday night, but that doesn’t change the way the deep tenor of his voice travels from the phone and into your skin. It sends shivers down your spine and wetness to your core, forcing you to clench your thighs together.
“You can be mad at me all you want, but I know you. You’re already wet for me and I’ve barely said anything. I bet if I touched you, you’d be soaked.”
“Mark—”
“For the love of God, can I come over or not?”
Your brain says no. It screams at you, in fact, but nothing can overpower the ache for him between your legs. Your body is conditioned to spending almost every night with Mark. At least five nights a week. You didn’t necessarily have sex every time, but Mark has always been insatiable. It was often enough.
“If you’re not here in five minutes, I’m going to bed.”
“Oh, thank fuck,” he groans. “I’m outside, babe. I’ll be up in a sec. Unlock the door.”
He hangs up, leaving you barely any time to regret your decision before you open it for him. Once he appears down the hall, you walk back into your apartment. You run your fingers through your hair, anxiously awaiting his approach.
You’re in your kitchen by the time you see him. While you aren’t expecting to be happy about his presence, you certainly aren’t expecting the pang of sadness that floods your chest. You avoid his gaze, even looking at him entirely.
Soon enough, the small of your back is pressed into the granite countertop, his body slotted between your legs as if he belongs there. His hand trails up your arm, the tender, gentle touch leaving goosebumps in their wake. The tip of his finger finds your chin, tilting your head up.
His eyes are dark, a beautiful mahogany you find yourself lost in more often than you care to admit. Mussed hair is parted down the middle.
“Look at you.” Mark clicks his tongue. “You’ll never get enough of me, will you?”
“You’re the one who called.” You raise your eyebrows at him.
He recognizes that move. A taunt. A request, even.
“I missed you, baby,” he whispers. “I tried so hard to stay away from you.”
His close proximity to you has you refraining from rolling your hips into his. Both of you are so conditioned to each other, movements are mostly habit now.
“Did you miss me?” He leans closer, fresh mint laced in his breath. “You can’t even stand still, I know you want me.” He presses his clothed hardness against you, smirking when you dig your nails into his forearm.
“I let you in, didn’t I?” You let out a shaky breath, hoping he’ll do something soon.
His fingers lace through your hair, gripping the back of your head and yanking it back. You yelp, mentally cursing how it turns into a sigh the moment his lips graze your neck. His teeth nip at your skin.
“Your pulse is racing,” he mumbles, moving up to your earlobe and taking it gently into his mouth.
“Mark.” You reach down and palm him through his sweats. “Get a fucking move on.”
“Where to?” He thrusts into your hand slowly. “Whatever you want.”
Without another word, you pull your shirt over your head. He watches you hungrily, wetting his lips before they part slightly. Following suit, he throws his on the other side of the room, giving you the second he knows you need to admire his body. After, he slides his fingers into the band of your shorts and tugs downward, taking your panties with them.
He grips your hips, hoisting you up on the counter before practically falling to his knees. Looking up at you, he places his hands on your inner thighs, spreading them apart to make room for him.
“Look at you,” he coos. “I was right. Fucking soaked.”
You open your mouth to scold him for taking so damn long, but that’s exactly when his tongue flicks your clit. A moan slips out instead, which has Mark growling against you.
He finds your slit instead, obscene slurping sounds following as you squirm under his ministrations. God, he’s acting like you’re the first meal he’s had in weeks. You grip his hair, tugging gently. He whines into your core. Your stomach flutters and a knot tightens in your stomach as his nose nudges your sensitive bud while his tongue fucks you.
“Close,” you warn him.
He doesn’t stop. He takes your clit into his mouth and pushes two fingers inside you. If you weren’t so caught up in him, you would’ve been embarrassed by the scream leaving your lips. You try to close your legs, but he spreads them further, into an almost uncomfortable position.
He chuckles against you as you fall apart, body spasming as your orgasm floods through you like a tidal wave. You ride his face through it, chest heaving as you hold onto the countertop for dear life.
When he stands, his lips glisten against the dim lighting of your kitchen. You stare at him, breathless, craving to feel him inside you. Leaning forward, you tug at the waistband of his sweats. He kisses you roughly, helping you push them down to the floor. You taste yourself on his tongue as it dances with yours, but it does little to deter you.
“Tell me you need it,” he hisses, guiding your hand to his cock and helping you jerk him off.
“I need it, Mark.” Your voice shakes with need and you scoot closer to the edge of the counter.
As soon as you feel his tip against your entrance, he wastes no time sliding in. You stretch to accommodate him, the feeling making your eyes roll into the back of your head. Needing more, you roll your hips to take him. He slides his hands beneath your ass, squeezing it as he bottoms out.
“Could fuck you all night,” he groans, biting down on your shoulder to keep himself quiet.
When he starts thrusting, it feels like euphoria. His skin slaps harshly against yours, both of your grunts and pleasured sounds mingling together, all of it’s enough to make you forget Monday night ever even happened.
You’re so lost in him, you almost don’t realize when he picks you up. He holds you to his chest and walks to your couch. He sits, leaning back against the cushion. With a swift movement, he unclasps your bra and dips down to take your nipple in his mouth. He’s seated deeper inside you like this. While his tongue flicks, you grind down.
“What are you doing?” you ask.
“I want you to work for it,” he says, teeth grazing you. “Show me how much you want to cum.”
You lift yourself up, whimpering at the slick sound following. Gripping his shoulders, you set a steady pace for yourself, letting your head fall back as he squeezes your breasts.
“That’s it, baby,” he says through clenched teeth. “You take me so well.”
You call out his name. Gyrate your hips. He knows you need more, but he’s clearly enjoying himself too much.
“Mark, for fuck’s sake,” you whine.
“Tell me what you need,” Mark commands.
You settle on his lap, sticky wetness between both of you, and grab his hands. Keeping your eyes on him, you lead his right down between the two of you, pressing his thumb into your clit, and guide the left up to your throat. He wets his lips as he digs his fingers into the sides of your neck.
You start bouncing on him again, the lack of oxygen heightening your pleasure. He rubs you as you take him, and your legs start to shake the closer you get to the end.
“Fuck, cum for me.” His eyebrows furrow, jaw quivering as he admires you on top of him. “Cum on my cock.”
The bubble inside you threatens to burst, and all it takes is one more circle on your clit. You practically scream, moving wildly on top of him as you throw your head back in ecstasy. Mark’s eyes flutter shut, a loud moan escaping him as he tugs you down to cum deep inside of you.
You fall into his chest, both of you sweaty and sticking to each other. Gulping, you put your hand on his face, rubbing his cheek with your thumb. Neither of you says anything until your breathing calms.
“How the fuck do I live without you?” Mark asks, running his fingers through his hair. “Good fucking God.”
Your heart sinks. “What are you talking about?”
The look he gives you is everything you need to know. You curse under your breath, lifting yourself off of him and rushing over to the kitchen with shaky legs. Blinking back tears, you pull your clothes back on.
Mark follows you in, but you throw his shirt and sweats at him.
“Get the fuck out.”
“Wait a second.” He frowns, pulling his underwear and pants on. “I don’t even know why you’re upset—”
“You’re a fucking idiot.” You tug both hands through your hair and knock a cup off the counter into the sink. “Who do you think you are?”
“What are you even talking about?” Mark recoils, face scrunching in shock.
“You fuck me Monday night, then you say you’re done. Now you’re back here, only telling me this is still over after you fuck me. What the hell is your problem?” You feel like your body is on fire. Even after all this time and all you’ve been through, you want to hide yourself from him.
“You’re not good for me.” He shakes his head. “We’re not good for each other.”
“I think you’re missing the point.” You lean on the counter, immediately moving backward when you remember earlier. “I thought you’d at least have some respect for me, Mark. You’re not supposed to fuck girls before you leave them, you know? Kinda hits the self-esteem.”
“Why?”
“I’m not explaining to you why you should be a decent human being—”
“You know I dream about you?” He steps closer. “I go to sleep at night and all I fucking dream about is you. I’m not doing this to hurt you. I just can’t do it anymore.”
You gulp, trying to find something other than him to stare at. “Go, then.”
“Is that what you really want?” He tugs his shirt over his head. “If you want me to go, I will. But I’m not coming back this time.”
You let out a short laugh. “You need me. Whether or not you ever admit that is on you, but you’ll regret walking out on me a second time.”
He frowns, chewing on his bottom lip. “Sure.”
Without another spoken word, he turns away from you and heads toward your door. Thousands of thoughts are exchanged between the two of you. Your heart wants you to beg him to stay. You want to fall to your knees in front of him and make him stay, but you know better.
He touches the knob, glancing back at you once.
As the door closes behind him, your legs buckle. You hold yourself up with your grip on the counter, but eventually allow yourself to slide to the floor. Once the shock wears off, tears well in your eyes.
After a year, that’s all you’re worth to him? You’ve given yourself to him countless times, and even though you’d consider him a friend, the only thing he considers around you is his dick.
You promise yourself you’ll let him go. That you won’t chase him since he’s so complacent about you anyway.
And honestly, you last for a few days, but you’ll never have enough of him.
mark i swear no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, logarithmic, while i gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cow girl, doggy, backwards, forwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, the bed of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce house, in the pool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick throbbing, fist clenching, ear ringing, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling. teeth jitterbug, mind blowing, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy, moan inducing, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious, gushy, creamy, beastly, lip biting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, body shivering, orgasmic, bone breaking, world ending, black hole creating, universe destroying, devious, scrumptious, amazing, delightful, delectable, unbelievable, body numbing, bark worthy, cant walk, head nodding, soul evaporating, volcano erupting, sweat rolling, voice cracking, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, lip licking, skin peeling, eyelash removing, eye widening, pussy popping, nail scratching, back cuts, spectacular, brain cell dissolving, hair ripping, show stopping, magnificent, unique, extraordinary, splendid, phenomenal, mouth foaming, heavenly, awakening, devils tangos, he could put a nuclear bomb inside me and id still ride.
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౨₊ৎ Mark
fingering, BEGGING (</3) and edging.
you let a whimper and a soft ‘please’ escape you, wanting to come so bad already, but unfortunately for you, your boyfriend, mark, has other plans.
leaning down, he places a soft peck on your stomach before placing several open mouthed, hungry kisses on your inner thighs, so close to where you want him.
“tsk, i thought i taught you better than that, princess,” mark quips, the condescending tone sending waves of heat up your spine.
he gathers the cum leaking from your cunt and pushes it back inside, causing a loud moan to escape your parted lips.
mark watches as your hips buck and squirm from every breath on his lips on your glistening cunt. getting lost in your eyes, he finally seals his lips over your clit again and begins sucking, softly.
“y/n, you have to use your words…”
you feel your lower lip trembling, and your eyes already having tears welling in them. “please, baby—” you beg shamelessly, breathless moans escaping you and filling mark’s ears, making his cock twitch.
he flicks his tongue from side to side so your only reply will be another moan, another plead.
“p-please.”
“please what?” he smiles devilishly, draping your legs over his shoulders as he inserts a second finger in your dripping hole. he circles his tongue around your throbbing, swollen clit, working his two fingers into your tight hole. “words, sweetheart. tell me what you want.”
your pleading and screams get louder as mark’s fingers move faster, his thumb working your clit in circles. He pushes another finger in, finding your sweet spot as your thighs begin to shake. “please…make me come— please, markie.”
you let your head flop back on the bed; just panting and moaning as he presses three fingers inside you.
“mhm, you look so pretty like this,” he smiles, gazing up at you, “sucking all three of my fingers in. fuck, i bet you want my cock. bet you want me to fuck your throat raw until you can’t speak for a day, hm?”
“yes! fuck, mark, please—‘m gonna cum,” you moan.
each thrust of his fingers causes you to lose track of time and space and you can’t help but feel the tears pooling in your eyes.
mark waits until you’re on the cusp of your orgasm to stop his ministrations, and take his fingers out in one swift movement.
“no no no no, why— fuck, why did you stop?” you cry, your body arching off the bed as much as you can to try and get any touch from him.
you whimper when he gently pushes you back down.
tears stream down your cheeks, a pathetic pout etched on your face, and mark can’t help but smile as he kisses the expression off.
“please,” you’re saying, over and over again in a small, desperate tone.
“please, baby— please, please, please,” you beg a few more times, but in that defeated, small voice that means you know for a fact you won’t get what you want.
knowing if you beg enough, then maybe, just maybe, he’ll give you what you want.
but you better pray for it.
౨₊ৎ Renjun
spitting, praise kink, body worship and pet names !!!!
“shit, princess,” renjun starts, sucking harshly on your clit with his skilled tongue, “look at the mess you made.”
you groan, wanting to retort, but you’re lost for words. renjun doesn’t say anything, he merely gazes up at you, a mixture of your arousal and his spit glistening on his chin and dripping down his defined jaw.
“you’re fucking dripping,” he smirks mischievously at you, “i can’t wait to watch you fall apart, pretty.”
you babble incoherently, turning into a crying mess as he sucks on your clit like a lollipop, until you begin to shake, quivering uncontrollably as you mewl his name like a mantra.
“shh, shh. you’re doing so good, baby girl, you look so pretty. just keep going like this, okay angel?” he whispers breathily. “can you do that for me?”
crying out at the praise, you can’t help but nod hesitantly, causing him to smile as he begins tonguing your aching hole while his two fingers work on your clit, rubbing vigorously.
finally you hear him continue to praise you, whispering sweet nothings against your clit as he finger fucks you; and your senses can’t help but get overwhelmed.
there’s too much going on, and all you can - and will focus on, is renjun, renjun, renjun.
“fuck, junnie—” you whine pathetically, clenching around his long fingers and making him groan against your cunt.
just before you can come, renjun kisses up your body, making you whimper as you quiver around his hot breath against your lips.
“say ahh, baby girl,” he smiles, gripping your cheeks and slapping them, demanding you to: “open your mouth.”
you let a gasp escape you as you part your lips, letting him spit in your mouth before firmly grabbing your jaw and following up with a question of, “who do you belong to, huh?”
“you!”
“mhm ‘s that right?” he smirks, mocking you as he smears the spit all over your lips and face. “yeah? that’s a good fucking slut.”
his fingers thrust faster inside your hole and his thumb continues to rub your clit, determined to make you come and make you see stars.
you cry out in pleasure, and when you orgasm for the fourth time, renjun comes, untouched, his cock pulsing against your thigh as he writhes in pleasure; the feeling of you cumming enough to make him come undone, his cum staining his boxers.
౨₊ৎ Jeno
face fucking, degradation & corruption/innocence kink. 😵💫
“more jen,” you beg pathetically as you look up at jeno with the prettiest doe eyes.
you open your mouth, sticking your tongue out flat and inviting more of him in as he slowly slides his cock inside your small, soft mouth.
but it isn’t enough for you. “please, ngh i want— i need more.”
it’s like a switch is flipped, your usually sweet and careful boyfriend who always treats you like you’re made of glass, finally snapping and becoming rough with you; animalistic moans escaping him as he begins fucking your face.
“greedy fucking slut,” he snarls, tangling his fingers in your hair as he thrusts his cock down your throat. “you want more, huh? i’ll fucking give it to you.”
he moves his hand from your jaw to the back of your head, holding you steady as you keep bobbing your head and swallowing around his length.
“take it, slut,” he growls, thrusting harder and almost forgetting it’s your mouth he’s fucking, and not a toy. “shit… baby, that feels so good.”
you gag around him, drooling all over yourself as mascara cascades down your cheeks and your perfectly applied red lipstick a mess, all smudged from having your plush lips wrapped around your boyfriend’s dick.
you feel your throat beginning to burn and you can barely see his face due to the tears welling in your eyes, but you still want more. you want to please him, and take him - all of him; wanting him to move faster, deeper, until you’re a trembling mess and can’t breathe.
jeno hisses before yanking your hair harshly and thrusting back into your mouth, “you’re such a dirty little whore… fuck— you love choking around my cock, don’t you, slut?”
humming in agreement around him, he lets a loud whimper escape him as he bites his bottom lip.
he can’t help but wipe away your tears as he fucks your tight throat and pretty face into a drooling, needy mess. your boyfriend moans loudly, tangling his fingers into your hair before increasing his pace.
“oh yeah?” he growls, pushing your head down to make sure you choke around him and taste every inch of him. “let’s see how much you can take before you start crying like a little girl and beg for air.”
౨₊ৎ Haechan
dacryphilia, squirting (!!!!!) and pet names 😫😫
“please fuck— yes, hyuck, nggh don’t stop,” you mewl, barely able to make out coherent sentences as you babble nonsense with the need to cum.
you know at this point, your brain is purely focused on haechan’s mouth on you; the way he grinds against the mattress to relieve himself as he pleasures you with his mouth and fingers, the sweet sounds escaping the both of you…
you know you aren’t going to last long.
haechan gazes up at you through hooded eyes, you can feel him smirk against your cunt as he devours you, listening to your pleas.
he’s more than practiced at making you fall apart and making you cry and scream his name, which is why he has a new mission to be fulfilled: to make you squirt.
and, since he knows your body better than you do, he knows the only way to make that happen, is to edge you first.
so that is what he decides to do.
his wet lips closes around your throbbing clit, sucking harshly as his eyes focuses on the expressions you are making, taking in each of them in and memorising what makes you feel good.
and without a warning, he inserts two of his fingers inside of you, curling them and hitting the spot you love oh so much.
you can’t help but scream his name and arch your back for more.
“that’s the spot, huh pretty?” he smirks, moaning as he feels your walls clench around his digits. “shit, you like it when i touch this spot, don’t you?”
you bite your lips, tears streaming down your cheeks as you desperately hump haechan’s fingers, his wet tongue, and his pretty face; searching for release.
with every breath you take, soft whimpers and ‘oh my god’s’ leave your lips.
“you gonna come for me, princess?”
you nod vigorously, lust practically plastered in your eyes as his fingers and tongue begins to match the pace of your rocking hips.
“h—hyuck…” you whimper as you twitch, moaning as he leaves bite marks alongside the many other bruises that litter your body from his mouth. “god, i’m gonna—fuck!”
you sob when you feel his breath against your core, “let it go, baby,” he growls as he sucks and licks your clit with a moderate amount of pressure. “cum for me.”
he smirks when he sees tears sliding down your cheeks, “you’re so so so beautiful when you cry for me, angel…”
“so fucking pretty,” he moans, the thrusts of his fingers getting rougher and rougher every time you let out a sound.
“fuck— baby girl, i wanna see you shower the fucking sheets… wanna watch you cry, hear you scream. let it all out, baby, soak my fucking hand.”
“no, wait—” you start, but it’s too late.
you feel the sudden sound of fluids gushing down the side of your knees, soaking your inner thighs as tears of humiliation burn down your cheeks.
you feel embarrassed, mortified in fact but, hyuck merely makes a seal with his lips and sucks your clit so hard that it’s enough to clutter your vision as you gush around his fingers and mouth.
“shit— that’s it, squirt for me. fuck, just like that, that’s my girl.”
౨₊ৎ Jaemin
overstimulation, face sitting & auralism <3333
“fuck— i need to taste you now,” he groans, his lips immediately finding your tits, pulling down the cups of your bra to get better access to your nipples. he latches on to your nipple, sucking firmly while kneading the other in circular motions. “c’mere baby, sit on my face.”
he wastes no time in finding your swollen clit with his tongue, wrapping his arms around your thighs and burying his face deeper into your wet pussy.
as he sucks on your clit, he looks up at you; his eyes focusing on you and your facial expressions.
he loves the small gasps and moans you let out, but he wants you to scream for him.
“are you holding back?” he asks, his tongue swirling around your clit faster, his moans causing vibrations that had you whimpering his name.
“don’t. i wanna hear your pretty little moans.” he adds, urging you to scream for him.
you feel yourself getting closer to your release as he speeds up his ministrations, and when you finally come with a scream of his name and a yank of his hair, he laps up your spill of juices dutifully, cleaning up every last drop as you come down from your high.
“oh? you thought i was done?” he poses, “no no, baby, you can take one more for me, right?”
౨₊ৎ Chenle
exhibitionism & dumbification 🥵
“chenle,” you plead, your voice thick with tears as you try your best to stop yourself from rolling your hips against his, “there’s people nearby— oh my god, we’ll get caught.”
“fuck them,” he groans into your ear before looking up at you, his deep voice and gaze sending shivers down your spine. “let them walk in, I don’t give a shit.”
you feel your thighs begin to quiver and shake as he continues having his way with you, fucking and using you like a rag doll, and just when you feel your legs almost give out from under you, chenle grabs your hips and wraps them around his waist as he keeps fucking you.
for a quick second, you’re grateful, but that’s until you realise this new angle has his dick drilling even further into your cunt.
“oh my god,” you cry out, “we can’t— chenle… you’re crazy.”
he just smiles at you, looking into your eyes; knowing they’re saying a differing story. thrusting his hips in deeper, he hisses as your hot walls squeeze around him, groaning loudly before he begins rubbing your clit in fast circles.
“tell me to stop,” he purrs seductively, kissing at your jaw before trailing kisses along your neck, “fuck— say you don’t want this as much as i do, and i’ll stop.”
the way your eyes roll into the back of your head has the blood rushing right to chenle’s cock. you both know for a fact you won’t tell him to stop, and when he begins thrusting faster, setting a relentless and merciless pace, you can’t help but give in and moan his name like a prayer as you fall apart.
“that’s my fucking girl,” he smirks proudly, picking up his pace, letting his movements do the talking for him. “shit, that’s it, baby… scream my name, let them hear you.”
౨₊ৎ Jisung
breeding and dacryphilia <3
“you wanna cum?” he questions, placing your legs over his shoulders as his pace quickens, a choked moan falling from your lips at the feeling.
you nod vigorously, your voice already slipping into a little whimper as you squeeze your eyes.
“fuck, baby… ‘m gonna fill you up good,” he purrs, thrusting forward, loosening his grip on your waist until his cock is fully sheathed inside your gspot.
“that’s the spot, right baby?” he growls animalistically, teasing you with a few shallow, yet powerful and merciless thrusts, as you wrap your legs around his waist, trying to feel more of him inside you.
“oh my god, jisung— fuck, right there,” you moan, feeling his groans echoing throughout your body, as he leans forward, placing his hands on either side of your head and leaning down to kiss you deeply, hungrily; biting your bottom lip and making you gasp. “please, i want you to come inside of me.”
“yeah, babe?”
jisung smiles devilishly, quickening to a brutal pace as he trails a hand down to massage your throbbing clit.
“want me to fill you up with my cum over and over again? get you pregnant?” he whispers, loving the way your entire body shakes and reacts to the thought of him knocking you up.
[ LINK ] Heeseung coming home after doing gym only to find you still sleeping, however he’s famished and what’s better breakfast for him than your pretty pussy? So he gets in between your legs, waking you up by eating you out, exactly how you love to be woken up.
[ LINK ] Heeseung and you have lazy movie days each sunday, where he makes you sit down on his lap, caressing your body gently. It’s even better if you wear little to no clothes for him as he plays with your cunt through it all, warning you to pay attention to the movie despite how much you wanna be fucked by him.
[ LINK ] Heeseung who doesn’t care if he’s fucking you senseless in someone else’s bedroom, all he knows that he hates how other men tried to get close to you. The best way to prevent that? Marking you up and leaving your cunt full of his cum.
[ LINK ] Heeseung going crazy the day you wear the cat ears and new lingerie you got especially for him, he practically growls seeing you look so sweet and delicate for him, and he fucks you all night to show just how much he appreciates you.
[ LINK ] Heeseung when he’s busy playing video games while you’re desperate for his cock, going under his gaming desk and fucking yourself on his cock till he loses his mind and pays attention to you instead of his game.
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[ LINK ] Heeseung coming home after doing gym only to find you still sleeping, however he’s famished and what’s better breakfast for him than your pretty pussy? So he gets in between your legs, waking you up by eating you out, exactly how you love to be woken up.
[ LINK ] Heeseung and you have lazy movie days each sunday, where he makes you sit down on his lap, caressing your body gently. It’s even better if you wear little to no clothes for him as he plays with your cunt through it all, warning you to pay attention to the movie despite how much you wanna be fucked by him.
[ LINK ] Heeseung who doesn’t care if he’s fucking you senseless in someone else’s bedroom, all he knows that he hates how other men tried to get close to you. The best way to prevent that? Marking you up and leaving your cunt full of his cum.
[ LINK ] Heeseung going crazy the day you wear the cat ears and new lingerie you got especially for him, he practically growls seeing you look so sweet and delicate for him, and he fucks you all night to show just how much he appreciates you.
[ LINK ] Heeseung when he’s busy playing video games while you’re desperate for his cock, going under his gaming desk and fucking yourself on his cock till he loses his mind and pays attention to you instead of his game.
synopsis mark has tried to hide his secret identity from you for as long as possible, to keep you safe, of course. little does he know that you’ve untangled his web of lies long ago and will do anything in your power to get him to admit it. just when you've had enough of him lying to you, he ends up getting caught in the act trying to save your life.
genre established relationship, fighting (if you squint), lots of fluff, slight violence and cat-calling, slightly suggestive, mark calls reader “my girl” and “pretty girl”.
wc 2.9k
“do you think that spiderman guy is actually as good as everyone says he is?” you ask mark, who lay peacefully in your lap as your fingers ran through his hair.
you two had been hanging out after school, as you usually do, watching random channels while you both indulged in each other's day. however, you had articulated this hangout the night prior.
a few days ago, you had aimlessly been searching through mark’s backpack in hopes of finding your calculus notes, which you had so graciously let him borrow, only to stumble upon a very familiar red and black mask balled up in the bottom.
at first, you thought mark had hit peak fangirl. he was obsessed with the superhero after all, completely drawn to the tv or newspaper whenever spiderman was mentioned, but so was every other human being in your city.
so when you began noticing how mark’s late-night appearances and “fashionably late” activities began lining up with the famous building-swinging superhero, your mind put the pieces together.
you tried to understand his point of view and why he wouldn’t reveal this very key detail about himself. it hurt you, though, feeling as though there was something in you that made him not feel comfortable enough to expose himself to you.
so, you compiled a plan to get the truth out of him organically, or as organically as this could be.
“wha… what do you mean?” your boyfriend’s head quickly snapped up, turning on his palm to face you with a questionable look knitted into his features.
a smile teasingly pulled on your lips, knowing you had hit a sore spot in his ego. how couldn’t he be proud of himself? after all, he was known as the hero of your city.
“i don’t know,” you continued, leaning back against the couch, watching your boyfriend swing from building to building on the screen in front of your bodies. “he just seems too full of himself, like cool you can swing from buildings and hang upside down, but we have police and firefighters for a reason!”
it took everything in you to not break character, slowly watching mark’s face grow red at your painful statements. he just looked at you, eyes blown wide and brows pulled so close together that you were certain he could get stuck like that.
with a small giggle, you reached out, brushing your thumb between the crease in his brows and bringing it down to caress his cheek.
“what’s with the face, baby? don’t tell me you're obsessed with him too.” his face slowly relaxed as your soft hand held his face, but his brain was still scrambling with your previous statements.
how could you find him not absolutely amazing? he could swing from buildings and hang upside down!
“you don’t think he’s cool? not even a little bit?” mark’s eyes followed yours to the screen. spiderman now being shown saving an older woman from getting mugged.
“i think he’s cool, i guess.” you looked back at your boyfriend only to find his eyes already on your face, his previous expression appearing again. “babe, you can’t be serious.” mark leaned back, feeling completely bewildered by your nonchalant attitude towards his heroic duties.
“it’s not that big of a deal."it’s not like you’re spiderman, so why should it matter if i like him or not?” you titled your head away from the screen to watch his eyes grow wide, and you could audibly hear his breath hitch.
“but…” he quickly let out before catching himself, looking at the tv to see his segment disappear. “but what?” you teased, beginning to feel bad for your ministrations.
he looked back at your face, sighing heavily. “nothing, just like the guy a bit," he said before lying back in your lap to hide his face from you.
this was going to be a lot harder than you thought.
“hey baby~” mark cooed as he stepped into your apartment, takeout bags in hand. you quickly sprung up from your spot at the counter, running to hug your boyfriend after not seeing him for awhile.
after your first attempt to disclose his true identity was unsuccessful, you held off from bringing up the topic for awhile.
but you had finally decided to take a different approach this time.
“i missed you, pretty girl.” the nickname made your cheeks heat up as his cold hands held your face in front of his. he inspected you lovingly, relishing in the fact that he could finally hold you without school being in the way.
“missed you too," you replied before kissing him softly. mark dropped the plastic bag on the counter beside him, pulling you firmly against him. his lips were almost enough to make you forget about your plan.
almost.
“god, i’m hungry.” you pulled away, making him laugh at your cute antics, and he joined you on your couch to eat. as you sat, you pulled off your (mark’s) sweatshirt to reveal the key details of your plan.
mark quickly noticed the black spiderman logo displayed across your chest, at a loss for how quickly your opinion of him changed. “you like?” you asked, flaunting the red baby tee you had bought earlier that day.
“i- i thought you thought spiderman was stupid." he nearly choked on his food, trying not to blush at the image of his girl repping him like this.
“i never said he was stupid, mark. i just thought he was overhyped, but i now understand where all the love is coming from.” you looked down, ogling at your new shirt, sure of its effect on your boyfriend.
“oh…” he tried to fight the grin, trying to cover his lips, but couldn’t contain his relief. “glad you finally came around, baby.” he smiled before shoving his face with more food.
“you’re not jealous?” you asked, beginning to take on step two of your plan. “he is a guy, after all.”
this made mark actually choke on his food. “what? why would i be jealous about that?"
“i mean, your girlfriend wearing a shirt for some muscular superhero who is most definitely sickly hot under that skin tight suit he wears while saving lives." you went on swirling your fork in your food, looking up every so often to see mark’s cheeks darken at the compliments.
he held his head down, but not enough for his flushed ears and cheeks to go unoticed. “why are you so red, baby? i still like you more, you know; spiderman can’t take you away from me.” you reached over and combed your fingers through his hair to feign worry.
“that is, unless he happens to swing by and sweep me up with his insane muscles.” you winked, making your boyfriend turn into a tomato.
“yeah, you wish he would do that.” mark joked, trying to deflate his growing pride, which you continued to boost.
“what? are you saying i’m not worthy of spiderman’s fantastic biceps picking me up and swinging me through the night sky?” mark looked at you quizzically.
you couldn’t be serious, could you?
mark discarded his food, crawling over to trap you beneath his body. "fantastic, you say... and what are these?” he made reference to his own muscular arms peeking through his fitted white tee.
"marvelous," you replied, sliding your fingers softly over your boyfriend's muscles. how lovely it was that you didn’t have to dream of spiderman’s biceps as they sat right in front of you.
“better than fantastic in my book.” mark smiled before catching your lips in his.
your spiderman shirt was soon discarded in that moment but continued to linger in mark’s head days later.
“i’m just gonna go grab a few things. i promise i won’t be long.” you stood in your doorway, attempting to run to the store to get a few things before it got too late.
mark hated this.
“why cant i just go get it or go with you?” mark wrapped his arms around you from behind, making it increasingly difficult to slide on your shoes. he kissed you all over your neck and face, held your hand, pulled at your jacket sleeves, and even attempted to block the door entirely to try and get you to stay, but you were as determined as you ever were.
“i’m a grown woman, mark. i can run down the block by myself.” you turned around in his arms, reaching for your keychain next to his head on the wall, hanging by a hook.
“it’s dangerous out there. wouldn’t want my pretty girl getting hurt.” he slouched against the wall, still holding onto your hand as your whole body nearly made it out the door.
“good thing spiderman will be there to save me from any danger.” you teased him before slamming the door in his face, preventing him from getting anymore words out. not that he could form any from your statement anyway.
as you made your way through the isles of the tiny convenience store down the block from your place, you began to notice a dark figure popping into your vision.
a man decked out in all black and wearing a dark baseball cap pulled down just enough to hide his eyes followed your trail through the store.
he just coincidentally needs the same things, plus it’s freezing outside. that’s why he’s covered up so much, you thought. you can't say much about covering up with your giant black puffer jacket nearly swallowing you whole.
as your shopping trip continued, you couldn’t help but notice the figure not picking up a single item they inspected.
how weird, you thought.
“have a nice night!” the sweet cashier bid you goodbye before you quickly made your way out of the store.
as you exited the glass doors, the figure from earlier greeted you outside. your steps increased in speed as you noticed the figure continuing to follow your path.
you: mark could you meet me outside
you: creepy dude won’t stop following me
you: dude answer the phone
you: mark come on this is serious
you huffed, knowing the figure was still following you from a distance and aggravated by mark ignoring your texts.
“what’s a pretty girl like you doing out here alone at night?” the figure spoke from your side, somehow managing to come up beside you without you noticing.
you stayed silent, pretending to be interested in the cement beneath your feet.
“hey! i’m talking to you!” the voice barked, noticeably irritated by your lack of interest. “i asked you a question, bitch!” a hand grabbed your wrist tightly, stopping you in your tracks.
thinking it was the figure, your body froze seeing spiderman right in front of you. stumbling back, you watched your hero step in and fight off the creepy man, knocking him over before webbing him to the alley wall ahead.
“try and speak to her again, and you’ll get much worse than a few webs on you.” the familiar voice of your boyfriend came out deep and threatening, making your breath hitch. you had never heard him speak like that.
while the bum continued to try and yell through the webs plastered over his mouth, spiderman turned to check on you.
“everything all right? he didn’t touch you or hurt you, babe- i mean, mam?” the fumbling of words made you laugh slightly, knowing the dork under the mask.
“i’m all right, thanks to you, spiderman.” you swooned, so caught up with the fact that your own boyfriend was spiderman and that he had practically beaten and webbed a man to a wall for you.
“what could i ever do to repay you?” you asked, trying not to trip over your own feet at the way the suit hugged mark’s muscle so well. more than any t-shirt ever could.
“just doing my job, as always.” spiderman leaned his body against the wall smoothly, resting his head against his fist. you two stood there in a few seconds of silence, both not knowing what to do.
“you better get headed home; it’s getting late.” he coughed, finally breaking out of his daze.
“no swinging around the city for me?” you asked, pretty disappointed that your boyfriend was about to make you walk home alone. “no can do, web swinging with lovely ladies is a daytime activity only; i wouldn’t want anyone to miss it.” he pulled his body from the wall, shooting up a web to hang from a sign above your heads.
“what a shame. guess you’ll just have to give me a show of the city another day," you replied, watching as mark swung his legs over the sign to hang upside down effortlessly.
definitely trying to impress me, you thought.
“i can see what i can do.” he crossed his arms over his chest before you stepped forward on your tiptoes, placing your hand on his cheek, making him short circuit.
“thanks again, spiderman.” you spoke, leaning into him to place a quick kiss on his mask-covered cheek.
“of-of course. any day, mam,” his voice cracked at your actions, making you laugh as you turned away to walk home.
mark hung in bliss before realizing he was supposed to be at your place, not saving your life in a spidey suit.
you rushed through the door, dropping your bag on the ground and making a beeline to your room. the only place with a window mark could slide through without getting caught.
you swung open your door to reveal a maskless spiderman half way through your bedroom window, eyes wide, body frozen.
you froze in shock, almost surprised that your plan had finally worked. "gotcha," you smiled, leaning against your door frame satisfied.
“uh…” mark scrambled, attempting to put his mask back on as if it would make you forget seeing his face entirely. as he tripped and tumbled around your room, you slowly made you way behind him.
“mark,” you began, attempting to get him to calm down. “baby,” you turned him slowly as he finally got his mask back on. “mark? who’s mark? that your boyfriend or something?” he attempted to deepen his voice to throw you off.
he realized this was unsurprisingly unsuccessful, noticing the smirk that continued to show on your face. “you know him, don’t you, spiderman? he’s the boy who just kicked ass and saved my life less than ten minutes ago.” you said, gently pulling off his mask to reveal your boyfriend’s face.
he stared at you, not knowing how you felt. “look, i can explain this all,” he nervously let out as he looked anywhere but your eyes.
before he could explain, you kissed him softly, wanting to ease his worry and express your gratitude. he saved your life after all, and not just by being spiderman.
“i’m not mad, not at all.” you looked into his eyes, noticing how at ease he seemed to be at the relief of your words.
“i’m so sorry i didn’t tell you sooner. i was so scared you wouldn’t want to be with me or be scared of me,” he ranted, trying to make you see his side in case you had lied and were even the littlest bit mad at him. he hated when you were mad at him more than anything.
“why would i not want to be with you? i love you, mark, so much, it’s crazy.” you pulled his face into your hands in disbelief at his words. “and plus, how could i be scared of such a handsome, strong, crime-fighting superhero who so happens to double as my boyfriend. if anything, people should fear me,” you joked, ripping a laugh from his lips.
“how long have you known?” he asked, pulling you closer by your waist. biting your lip, you looked down, trying to hold back your laugh. “remember when you borrowed my notes for class and forgot to give them back?"
you didn’t even have to finish, seeing the realization wash over his face as the words fell from your lips.
“yeah, maybe putting your suit in your backpack wasn’t the best place.” you both laughed at the situation at hand; mark was completely dumbfounded.
“so that’s why you talked such shit about me and bought that stupid shirt!” he continued to put together the pieces, gripping your waist tighter as he laughed at his own stupidity.
"ding, ding, ding!” you replied, pulling away slightly to take in his whole look, still not being used to see him like this up close. “yeah, definitely need to see you in this more often now."
mark flushed, turning into putty in your presence. your eyes traveled all over the intricate details and meshing of the suit. how it hugged his body and made him look completely unreal.
“do a little spin for me, doll.” you teased, wanting to ease up all the pent-up emotions still hanging in the air. mark giggled at your stupid comment but did as you asked nonetheless, turning slowly for you.
turning completely to the back, not a second went by before mark felt a harsh slap on his skin. “fuck baby! what was that for?” he whined, reaching down to rub the irritated spot.
"sorry, i couldn’t help myself when you have an ass like that, mark lee.” you smiled at his pained expression, putting your arms back to lean against your vanity, still ogling at your boyfriend’s physique.
“guess i really do need to wear this more around you.” he placed his hands on either side of you, trapping you beneath him.
“maybe the story time can wait till later.” you breathed before his lips pressed themselves to yours.
“i love you so much, my girl."
“i love you too, spidey boy.”
now you had mark completely to yourself, spiderman and all with no secrets left to hide.
note | more spider!mark WHAT CAN I SAYYY WHAT CAN I SAYYY. he’s literally my fav mark to write ever like pleaseee get him as the korean peter parker asap!!! anyways, hope you loved this and my request box is always open <333
Jungwon can’t help but moan whenever he thinks about how tight it feels to have you clenching around his cock, when you ride him and fall apart, still wanting more of him. He wraps his fingers around your lace panties which are wrapped around his cock as he jerks off to your thoughts, missing you through it all. He doesn’t hold back with his sweet moans, eyes closing as he sits in the back of his car, remembering exactly how he had you crying and squeezing his cock before he dropped you to the airport for your business trip, and he simply can’t wait for you to come back, spending his days doing everything he can to feel you close to him till you get back into his arms and he gets a taste of you again.
watching their girlfriend perform ・ 보이넥스트도어 idol!female reader + word count 0.7k genre est relationship fluff idol au cw not proof-read — more 🍀
jaehyun
literally a die-hard fan of your group! the loudest and most dedicated fanboy to ever exist???? watches on the big screen to observe every cute and pretty expression you make. jaehyun can't stay in one place, he's practically jumping in his seat, mouthing lyrics while doing small movements of your choreography (cutie). smiles too wide his cheeks start to hurt :(( gives up halfway and stands up from his seat to dance with you, knowing your part by heart but does end up doing the adlibs ( other groups around him find him so cute ).
the camera has caught him so many times he doesn't even care at this point, looking at the camera while pointing to the stage where your group is and giving it a double thumbs up ( don't be surprised when he's going viral again for his obvious adoration for you ). so many videos of him eyes tearing up with a loverboy grin on his face when your singing on stage goes viral cause the boy is just so clearly whipped
sungho
you cannot tear sungho's attention away from the stage. eyes always following you, whoever you may be, with a proud smile on his face. he's just so amazed! i mean imagine not having a super-talented idol s/o!?!? the camera literally catches him at the worst moments bc tell me why he's on-screen with his jaw agaped, hand over mouth, laughing, giggling kicking his feet. always staring at you with a stunned expression, hand over mouth, slapping jaehyun's arm ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝
whenever you do something cute, his ears turn red. whenever you do something even remotely amazing he'd just gasp! ( celebration afterward ) notes to buy you a gift after the performance and treat you to an amazing dinner because you deserve it.
riwoo
tries not to make it too obvious or draw attention from your performance, but you can tell how happy he is. riwoo is literally losing his composure almost immediately after youre on the stage. his facial expressions range from 'damn that's good' to eyes widening to a very warm grin when you appear on the big screen. would subtly sing along, some parts (yours specifically) of the song he'll mouth. every once in a while you'd see him clapping along to the beat -- from the instruments to the stage, the dance break, and you-- all so captivating. ( /// ○ _ ○)
smile would grow twice in size once it's your part. stares are you with an 'o' shaped mouth and eyes filled with admiration. already knows your choreo by heart, would find himself on the big screen dancing along to the song then gets a bit shy and sits down. loverboy fr
taesan
will try to keep his reactions to a minimum but can't. I mean how could he? when someone as beautiful as you are belting their heart out onstage, who looks fabulous I might add, who wouldn't want to dance along with you? dongmin's eyes would follow your movements in complete awe, eyes never tearing away from the stage. <(■-■)>
trying to maintain his composure pt2 but FAILS MISERABLY AND is caught on camera literally melting to your stunning smile, finds himself smiling back. dancing to your parts and mirroring your moves in like tiny (?). he is completely whipped, having been told by woonhak that the camera is on him. hiding behind his hands while the others laugh at the way the blush creeps up. ( he's such a cutie)
leehan
always staring at you with so much adoration and love. donghyun loves hearing your voice and at times he'd just close his eyes and sway from side to side and give you such a love-sick smile it's insane. his dimples are so visible from a mile away. eyes glowing at you, when you hit that high note he's so mesmerized, like damn my baby can do that?? you’re the most gorgeous, breathtakingly beautiful idol to him. you have the looks matched with the voice gifted by angels. and he tells you this every day but it's so evident with the way he looks at you. ~(^ ▫ ^)~
you have him wrapped around your finger whether you like it or not. when the camera focuses on you after the end for the performance for the ending fairy, he's on his feet clapping for you. you can hear him cheering so loud from the crowd, so blow a kiss to the camera, and watch him giggle like a school girl. (he'll blow a kiss back and the audience goes wild )
woonhak
is smiling dancing singing -- just everything! woonhak is so excited to see you perform. thinks you look absolutely gorgeous. can't stay in his seat pt2. fighting the urge to dance along and of course, he loses when he finds himself dancing with jaehyun during the chorus. staff members from the side are telling him to calm down, which he does, but not really. has way too much energy (^⸝⸝> ·̫ <⸝⸝ ^)
does your fanchant and fans are literally recording him doing it, calling him ( your group ) best boy, best fanboy. jaw drops to the floor when you wink at the camera and the boy freezes in place. it's like he's falling in love all over again. turns to his hyungs to show them that he knows your choreography, he's adorable. gosh he loves you so much.
summary: Jaehyun is y/n’s boyfriend who doesn’t treat her right, when will she find the right one?
WARNINGS: y/n receives slight mistreatment from Jaehyun, explicit content !!!!!
(ps. i am not trying or wanting to romanticise a toxic relationship or scenarios like this,)
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"Jaehyun~"
"Why don't you close that mouth of yours for me, hm?" Sounding pissed off already.
You pushed your lips together in an instant, not wanting another argument after he was done with you. Knowing exactly why he fucked you from behind was the hardest part,
He was imagining another girl.
Your front bashed into the sharp-edged counter, while Jaehyun rammed into you from behind. His hands clasped your hips roughly, and you knew it would leave more bruises from his un-kind touch. All you could do was claw at the cold marble counter he had you bent over.
"Jaehyun.." You heaved out "Stop.."
You couldn't take the pain anymore. He was silent for a couple seconds, before uttering,
"Take it like the slut you are"
All you could do was endure it, he never let you finish anyway.
He clasped his belt, and tucked back in his shirt while you ruffled your hair to look presentable.
"That was good, better than last time" He said breathlessly.
You nodded shyly, his hand twisting the bathroom door open. As soon as he left, you scoffed at his words. You left the bathroom soon after him, making sure you both didn't get caught.
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You were round Jaehyun's friend's apartment. It was supposed to be a peaceful get together, until Jaehyun had to ruin it. He was always getting whatever he wanted, not caring if he left you with nothing at the end.
"Oh y/n!"
"Doyoung?"
"It feels like i haven't seen you in years"
He hugged you lightly, letting go of you quickly after, knowing what Jaehyun was like.
"Doie, i saw you last week"
"I know but still-"
He was cut off but the sound of someone bellowing your name. You rolled your eyes, fed up of being around Jaehyun even more.
"That's my cue to leave, can we catch up later?"
“Sure thing love" He smiled sweetly.
You turned around, not wanting Doyoung to see you blush from what he called you.
"y/n!" Jaehyun called once again.
"I'm coming!"
A few days later, another big argument happened between you and Jaehyun, this time you knew the outcome.
"Let's end this"
"Why Jae?"
"Get out of my apartment, now!"
"Baby i didn't-"
"Now!"
And that was it, Jaehyun had finally had enough of you. Not to say you were as hurt as you could be, but you two did date for nearly 2 years. You knew your relationship was bad, but there was still some love present, even if other people couldn't see it.
But now, you were alone.
The only person you thought to call was the one you felt most comfortable around.
"Doyoung?" He picked up immediately.
"Are you alright love?"
You hesitated. "Can I come round?"
"Of course"
"Thankyou Doie"
"Anything for you"
Oh he would never know what he did to you.
"Come in, quickly, it's cold outside"
You removed your large coat as Doyoung pulled you into his arms, knowing you get cold extremely quick. He also noticed the lack of warm clothes that were on your body... not that he was looking... Although he didn't want to let go, he did, but when you pulled him back in for another hug, he was shocked. But he soon melted in your embrace.
"What's up?" He moved his head back, expecting you to do the same. But all he was met with, was you pushing your face further into his chest. You didn't want to end this moment.
"Did something happen between... you two?"
You knew exactly who he was talking about, so you nodded against him. He quickly realised the reluctancy of your answer, knowing he should change the topic. However, you were ready to rant about the man you just ended things with.
"He's an asshole" Your words were muffled as your head was still pressed against him.
"Well i knew that" He stroked your head, making sure you don't get too riled up.
You suddenly pushed your hands onto his chest, pushing yourself backwards to look the male in the eyes. He noticed how tears formed as you went on about what Jaehyun has said to you in the past. All Doyoung could do was listen and nod slowly to what you said. It was comforting. Someone finally listening to you.
You didn't know if it was you being worked up, or all your emotions finally being let out, but you wanted someone. In that moment, you wanted someone who actually cared for you. And there he was infront of you. It was the way he never broke eye-contact, the way his hands were careful, acting as if you were the most delicate thing on earth.
In a matter of seconds, your lips were on his.
You weren't sure if he was kissing you back, because you realised what you were doing a second after. You stepped back in slight shock from your own actions.
"Doyoung I- I'm so sorry" Your hand was over your mouth as you walked backwards, grabbing your coat to leave.
"Wait y/n" While you were fumbling all the over the place, realising you might of just ruined another relationship, you didn't hear Doyoung call out to you.
"y/n" He grabbed your wrist, making your coat drop.
"I have to get back"
"To who? Jaehyun? Didn't you just tell me how bad of a person he was?"
Your head lowered.
"y/n, i know how he treats you"
"you don't know anything"
You looked back up at him. He realised the tears that fell from your eyes.
"You deserve to feel good y/n, something real"
"And what could you do about it?", you sniffled.
You didn't expect Doyoung to respond as you brought your arm up to wipe your tear stained cheek. But he took a light hold of it, clasping his fingers around yours as he moved closer to your body. Usually this would make you feel trapped, but now you felt safer than ever.
His head moved closer to yours, his lips nearly touching your ear.
"You have no idea how i can make you feel y/n"
He didn't look at your reaction as his lips were already on your neck, sucking lightly. Light enough so he wouldn't hurt you. He soon made his way to your chest. You helped him by pulling your top off your body, taking off your bra with it.
"Fuck, y/n" He breathed again your bare skin. He attached his mouth to your nipple, circling his tongue around it. Watching every face you made.
You sucked in your breath as he finally decided to pull of your underwear.
He kneeled down, his face level with where you wanted him. His hand pushed your thigh up.
He playfully licked you up and down, sucking on certain parts which made your legs quiver. You tugged at his hair, his low groans make it harder to keep your own moans in.
You were so used to not making noises, that you bit your lip harder than you ever have before. But Doyoung was urging to get something out of you. He stood back up as you frowned at the, now, loss of feeling.
"Why are you so quiet love?, Does it not feel good?"
He cocked his head to the side, his tone showing that he was genuinely concerned. You were honestly nervous to answer.
"I sound weird"
"I'm sure you don't y/n"
"I do" You insisted.
"Well why don't you let me be the judge of that, hm?"
His hand moved to your chin, moving your head up to look at him. But your eyes couldn't stay on his.
"Look at me y/n"
You failed to do so.
“Please"
You gave in, as your eyes finally stared into his, and it only took him a moment to place his lips on yours. Your mouths moved at a quickening pace, each kiss getting messier and the moment getting hotter. Doyoung pulled his top off and over his head, giving you a few seconds to admire his body. Your hands impulsively placed themselves onto his hard chest, tracing your fingertips down and along his stomach.
He smirked as he watched you become fascinated, your hands now making their way to the top of his belt. You looked up at him, showing you wanted to remove it. He nodded back, and your hands worked on unclasping it. You started to become impatient after you threw his belt to the ground. So you undid his button, and pulled down the zip.
Before you could pull his trousers down, his hands stopped yours.
"Didn't you want to go slow?" He cocked his brow.
"All i want is you Doyoung"
"And that's exactly what you're going to get"
You pulled his dick out from his boxers, teasingly sliding your fingertip up and down his slit.
He groaned as your hand slowly worked on him.
"C'mon Doie, i've waited long enough"
"You've waited too long for this y/n, -"
He pulled one of your legs up to his side, make you lean back slightly against the wall. He lined himself up, ready.
"- now i'm going to give you exactly what you want"
The feeling was euphoric as he pushed into you. You both let your mouths hang from the immense amount of pleasure you felt. You finally let out a moan, your head falling onto his shoulder.
"I knew you would sound fucking amazing y/n". Once he said that, you wouldn't shut up. You didn't care if anyone heard you.
Doyoung took his time with you. You whined as he went excruciatingly slow. His hands grasped your hips, helping you grind on him.
"Just like that y/n, your doing so good for me"
You loved the way he appreciated you, and every little thing you did.
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highschooler!taesan x highschooler!fem!reader - fluff - 0.9k
something about being able to skip PE cause of your period felt so right, you watched your classmates from the bleachers as they ran laps around the field, a part of you felt bad just sitting but you had the rewarding task of handing them bottles at the end of their series so it cancelled out.
you handed out your first bottle to Dongmin, he was one of the top students in your class and overall you got along well with him, he always tried to talk to you which you thought was really considerate of him since most of the time you didn’t know how to integrate yourself into class debat, he nodded at you thanking you for the bottle as he downed it heavily panting, you mindlessly watched the sweat from his face trickle down his neck and disappear under his t-shirt, you sighed as you turned your gaze away watching as the number of classmates headed your way multiplied, Dongmin takes a seat beside you helping you hand out the rest of the bottles,
“Are you okay? you know since you got out of track” he asks in a soft tone looking over to you as you both keep up with your work, you nod to him not wanting to elaborate, “thanks for asking” you smile politely to express your gratitude, he smiles back before messing up his hair with his hands and taking his leave once all the bottles were shared.
Dongmin was nicer than most guys in your class and you really appreciated him for it, you figured he was like that with everyone because he always seemed so genuine when he’d ask you if you needed help or just notice that you did and lend you a helping hand but overtime you realize he ignored most people, you started noticing he wouldn’t join conversations if you weren’t near, that he’d mostly just listen to music but in either of these situations his eyes would always land on you, it had you thinking a lot more about him so you also talked a lot about him,
“Han Dongmin? i’m pretty sure he writes songs” your deskmate tells you when you ask him about Dongmin, you thought it made sense since he was always scribbling,
“you have a crush on him don’t you?” you look over at Dongmin first before denying it, you didn’t have a crush on him you were just curious about him, before you can organize your thoughts you find yourself facing him as he sat on a desk across yours,
“y/n hey sorry, i totally zoned out on the last exercise in french, could i have your notes?” he asks inching closer, you nod silently watching as he crouches at your desk as you show him the notes,
“your hands…” you breathe out unconsciously while staring at them, they were slightly bruised with long boney fingers, when you realize your mistake you look away hiding your face hoping he didn’t hear you, he looks at his hands then at you, you shake your head dismissing it, you watch him take your hand in his trying to compare them, you let him toy with your fingers before letting them intertwine with his, your heart beat speeding up at the feeling only for him to let go a second after,
“sorry that was weird” he says smiling softly as he brings his attention back to the reason he came, you don’t even get the chance to retort before he goes back to his seat.
maybe you have a crush on Han Dongmin.
for the next week you tried to talk to him more than you did before, you loved watching his face light up when he saw you at his desk, you learnt so much about him in a few of days, you found him so easy to talk with that you dreaded not trying to genuinely talk to him this whole time, he felt like someone you wanted around and you wanted him around, you wanted him so much you started doubting if he even liked you in the first place or you just convinced yourself to have an excuse for liking him the way you did.
he had your hand in his as he used his highlighter to paint on your nails, while he explained one of the songs he had written out of anger, you liked hearing about his songs it helped you feel closer to him, conversations with him always felt genuine, most of the time he’d search for your eyes before talking, he liked the proximity of an eye contact he once told you when you shied away from his gaze,
“you should write me a song” you tell him jokingly, though you would love to hear how he sees you through lyrics, he stays fixed on his notepad before turning the pages,
“i actually have written a couple” he smiles hiding his face behind his hands as he hands you the pages.
the lyrics on the pages confirmed your thoughts, you look up at him as he scans your facial expression for any sign of reciprocity, “what do you think..?” he hesitates, you feel your tears buildup because the words on the pages were the nicest things you’ve ever had addressed to you, “you wrote those for me” he wipes your tears panicking as he nods,
“yeah… are you creeped out? ” you shake your head immediately laughing at his conclusion, you take his hand in yours before looking back at him as he prepares his next words,
“im not really good at hiding my feelings and i like you a lot, so writing helps but i can’t just write anymore i want the real thing” he told you looking in your eyes longingly begging for you to tell him you felt the same way he did, that the words on the pages confirmed your feelings as well, you nodded as you spoke out four words,
