#haechan nct127

[rjunswrld]

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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[neouture]

Senses

Pairing: Haechan x Reader

Words: 4,146

Genre: Smut (18+), angst if you squint

Includes: Fem!Reader, established relationship. Haechan is jealous and somewhat possesive bc of a silly little hug drunk Renjun gave you. Arguing, silent treatment, make up sex. Smut warnings under the cut !

Author's note: Possesive Haechan lives in my mind rent free. This story might not be for everyone because it includes very specific kinks that not everyone is into, but I had a lot of fun with this. If you like it, please leave a comment/ask. I also now have a ko-fi account, the link it's in my pinned post, in case anyone is interested in leaving a tip ! That's totally up to you tho, my stories are free for everyone. It's just another way to support (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) I'm reposting this bc I posted it yesterday but it wasn't showing up in the tags so hopefully they work now!

Smut warnings: I feel like this is the time to reveal I have an impregnation kink so bear with it. Dirty talk, teasing, you're somewhat turned on by Haechan's possesiveness in all honesty. Oral sex (f. receiving), mentions and fantasies of impregnation, impregnation kink, unprotected sex (stay safe ! ), creampie.

If looks could kill, Renjun would've had a fatal ending.

Way more fatal than the fate you are transiting right now, sitting in the passenger seat while Haechan's gaze shoots darts into the road as if it’s a target, surrounded by an overwhelming silence that not even the street sounds and the city’s bustling can ease.

If looks could kill, Renjun would’ve collapsed next to you the second he decided to wrap one of his arms around you in a warm, brotherly hug. One that, seemingly so innocent, was misinterpreted by your boyfriend from afar.

“Haechan,” you sigh, but it’s useless yet again. No matter how many times you’ve said his name on the way back home, it seems as though you're speaking to a wall. A stubborn wall that doesn't listen, in which your words bounce back and are interiorized with shame and embarrassment when you realize that all you’re left with is the palpable tension inside his car.

You can see said tension in the prominent veins of his arms, his clenched jaw and the way he is just staring at the horizon, not daring to look at you. You can feel it every time you call out his name and his body stiffens a little. You can hear it in his heavy heartbeats and rapid breathing. You can smell it on your clothes, impregnated with alcohol and cigarette smoke.

But you can’t taste it. You can’t taste the tension when your mouth is dry, and your throat is aching with words gathered at the lump in your throat, threatening to spill out at any moment in an attempt to know what's going on in his mind.

“Look he didn’t mean it that way,” you murmur, trying to ignore the stinging tears pricking in the corners of your eyes. “He just- he just put his arm around me. It wasn’t- it didn’t mean anything”.

“Of course it didn’t,” it’s the only response you get, right when his car takes the street of the complex you two live in.

Whether it's because of the sound of his voice, or the fact that you're really close to knowing your true fate tonight, you feel somewhat relieved.

“He was tipsy,” you continue, resting your head against the cold, glass window.

“You weren’t,” Haechan cuts you short right when he enters the underground parking lot. The car becomes illuminated by a dim, warm light, just enough to catch a better glimpse of your boyfriend, but he still doesn’t look at you. “And you still let him put his hands on you”.

“Come on, Haechan!” you groan, frustrated.

His jealousy always gets the best out of you, but somehow it also manages for the worst of you to show through. It's a complicated situation you always find yourself in, when something like such happens. You don't really like that side of him, the jealous and possessive one, the one that feels entitled to you as a person. But at the same time, you really can't begin to hate it either.

It’s enticing.

“Get out,” he says while unbuckling his seat belt. He does so with a swift movement, only to turn around the car just to open the door for you.

He is upset, and pissed, and really angry, but he can’t get himself to stop being a gentleman to you. What happened tonight it's not your fault, anyways, but he secretly wishes you'd pushed Renjun away.

In a way, Haechan thinks it’s your fault. Even when it isn’t.

But you still follow his orders to a t, getting out of the vehicle while he holds the door for you, closing it right behind you with a loud sound that makes you feel startled for a bit.

You know Haechan would never hurt you, but this side of him it's such a scary contrast to his usual personality. It’s somewhat unsettling, to say the least, but it is never frightening.

“You’re going to give me the silent treatment?”

After a minute or two, the lack of response gives you a one. You follow him defeated through the elevator doors that take you to the lobby complex, and lose all hope in getting him to talk.

Plus, it’s getting late, and you’re tired, so if Haechan doesn’t want to talk now, you’re not going to push him further anymore —it’s probably best to deal with all this tomorrow morning, after a good night of sleep.

You stop trying to get his attention when the doors of the lobby's elevator close, and just opt to stand right beside him in silence —you've said so much already, from the minute he dragged you out of the bar you and your friends were attending to celebrate Jaemin's birthday, to the final moments in his car; if he didn’t say anything then, he is probably not going to say anything now.

So you accept the silent treatment, walking alongside with him to your apartment door. He pulls out his keys, opens it for you and gets inside without even sending a look your way. You close the door behind you and watch as he throws his jacket to the living room couch, standing awkwardly while he figures out exactly what to say.

“Why did you-”.

“I’m tired,” you cut him short, passing by him through the living room and into your bedroom. “I’m going to bed”.

Like him, you pass by without sparing him a glance. Without even acknowledging his presence there, like you’re just announcing another part of your routine to no one in particular.

“You’re not,” it’s when you feel his hand wrapping around your wrist, and stopping you from leaving the scene, that you turn around to face him —you can still see the tension, in his knitted eyebrows and that gaze of regret he holds. “Let’s talk”.

“I wanted to talk,” you murmur, getting yourself out of his grip. “I spent all the ride back home trying to talk, but you weren’t even looking at me”.

“I was just trying to find the right ti-”.

“What even is the right time?” there’s annoyance in your voice, and a part of you wishes your emotions hadn't escalated too quickly. But if there's one thing that pisses you off, is how things are always done the way he wants them, when he wants them. “When you feel like talking?”

“Listen to me-”.

“No, Haechan, you listen to me,” you sigh, leaving your purse on the couch, right next to his jacket. “Renjun just put his arm around me, he wasn’t- it wasn’t even an actual hug. And yeah- he was tipsy, but he just- he wasn’t hitting on me or anything, God!”

The more you speak, the more stressed you become. Now that the words are falling from your lips, and you’re revisiting the facts, you realize how unprovoked Haechan’s anger truly is.

“You say he's one of your best friends, but you can't even trust him,” your hands travel all the way to your hair, pushing it back and away from your face. The despair is making your body feel warm, and you can even feel a thin layer of sweat gathering on your forehead and nape. “You say you love me, but you can’t even trust me”.

“I trust him,” Haechan murmurs, “and I trust you”.

“Then what is your problem?”

“I am the fucking problem,” the black-haired groans, imitating your previous actions by pushing his hair away from his face. It’s not usual for him to raise his voice, let alone sound this frustrated —the unexpected loud tone makes you swallow thickly. “I know it’s not your fault but I can’t help it”.

“It is not my fault,” you repeat in a whisper, trying to give some echo to his own words. “If it’s not my fault, then why are you acting like it is?”

Haechan goes quiet. Not because he wants to give you the silent treatment again, but because he doesn't know what to say.

Is there anything to say, anyway? You're right, and he feels like an asshole.

“Because,” he begins, all worked up because he believes the answer is rather obvious. Isn’t it? He’s acting like this because you’re his. Because no other man has the right to touch you, or even look your way. You’re his, and he doesn’t like to share. “Because you’re only mine”.

The sudden response makes your heart skip a beat or two. Is it wrong to feel something just by seeing him this angry? Is it wrong to feel proud of hearing him say something so possessive like that?

You feel conflicted —you’re enjoying this when you’re not supposed to.

“Yours?” you ask, with an eyebrow slightly cocked.

“Yes, mine,” you're not quite sure when it happened, but your bodies are now facing each other. You can smell the tension in his cologne, along with the remains of cigarette smoke and the alcoholic beverage Renjun threw Haechan’s way at the club.

“You’re so entitled,” you let out a soft scoff, one that does nothing to ease Haechan's sharp gestures. “Yes, you’re my boyfriend, but that doesn’t mean I belong to you”.

It's, perhaps, the frustration talking. You know what he means, but it's your anger the one to make the first move.

However, you're not expecting him to laugh.

You expected him to counter attack, to get even angrier.

You expected him to raise his voice, or be silent at all.

But you weren't expecting to see the corners of his lips rising in a half smile, one as mischievous at the comment you just made.

“What?”

“Do I need to remind you how mouthy you get when I'm fucking you?”

You stare at him for what feels like ages, not daring to blink or break eye contact. He is also staring at you, but far from looking angry or frustrated, he looks amused. It's like the roles have been reversed, and it's you now who doesn't know what to say.

“What- does that have to do with this?”

“You say you don’t belong to me,” Haechan sighs, the tip of his tongue poking just slightly through his cheek. “But you never seemed reluctant about me owning you when we're in our bed”.

You can feel your cheeks getting warmer, and a weird tension in your lower abdomen you’ve grown to be familiar with over the past years. It’s probably not the greatest time to get aroused, but you can’t control yourself when it comes to him.

Just like he can’t control himself when it’s about you.

“That’s- it’s different,” you weakly attack.

“Is it?”

Haechan can tell you're getting nervous. By the way your shoulders are moving at a faster rate, and you seem to be struggling to look at him, he knows he has hit a nail. Perhaps this is a way to make a point —the one he has been wanting to make all night long.

“How so?”

The words get caught up in your throat again, and the fact that you don't have an actual response makes you feel uneasy.

“If it's any different, then that means you're a liar,” he says, guiding one of his hands to your chin whilst lifting it up. You can hear the tension in the nuances of his voice, those who seem mocking and provocative. Those looking to make you lose a game you didn't even know you were playing, “so when are you lying?”.

His hand strokes the sides of your face, and then places a strand of hair behind your ear. The touch is enough to make you gulp, but it’s a nice contrast to his harsh and filthy words.

“Are you lying to me when you say you belong to me, and that you’re mine?” Haechan asks, rubbing his thumb against your cheek. “Or are you lying to me right now, just to rile me up and get what you want?”.

That wasn't precisely a conscious plan, but now that he says so it seems that all your efforts to get him all worked up were to end up just like this.

“I just- Haechan”.

“What?” he asks you. The hand that was caressing your cheek is now placed at your waist, pulling him closer to his body.

You can feel the tension when his bulge brushes against your abdomen, hard and throbbing, pressing against you. It’s too tempting to stop, too inviting to know what he has to say without using no words.

So you allow him to touch you, to press his body against yours to make you feel how much he needs you. There is really no point in resisting, because you’ve wanted this all night long.

“Pervert,” you whisper, panting when you feel his rough grip on your ass. “I bet you were thinking about this on the way back home”.

“And you weren’t?” Haechan scoffs, quietly. “I could see your thighs squeezing together every time you looked at me”.

Embarrassingly enough, he is not that far from the truth.

“I can’t help it,” you wrap your arms around his neck in an attempt to be closer to him. “I’m sorry”.

“Save your apologies for later,” his lips are dangerously close to yours, and you squirm between his arms when you feel his breath caressing your chin and jaw. “You’re going to need them for being such a liar”.

And, finally, you can taste the tension —it tastes like alcohol, cherries, and rage. Like mint and something else.

“Fuck,” you whisper in between kisses when you feel his teeth sinking on your lower lip, “Haechan”.

It doesn’t take him long to guide you to the bedroom, managing to walk the small, dark hallway with his hands all over your body and his eyes closed.

“Haechan,” you voice once again when he lays you down in the mattress, his skillful hands looking for the hems of your jeans and underwear to pull them off in one go. Truth be told, you’ve never seen him this desperate; his lips are all over your thighs and legs, kissing them sloppy while he caresses the sides of them. He’s sucking and nibbling at the sensitive flesh, marking you every now and then in places he knows he’s the only one entitled to see.

Everything is happening too fast, but you don’t want him to slow down —you’re just as desperate as he is.

“You’re fucking dripping,” Haechan groans when he catches a glimpse of your sticky folds, all glistening with your arousal, “shit”.

He doesn’t hesitate before hooking both of his arms under and around your thighs, keeping you still in place while his lips approach your throbbing cunt.

“You think Renjun could get you this wet?” Haechan hums against your thigh, his intimidating gaze looking up at you while you struggle to support your upper body weight with your arms. For an unknown reason, you feel your body melting and going numb at such comments.

“N-no,” you shake your head.

“Do you think your body would react to him like it does with me?” The soft and teasing kisses are killing you; his lips are licking and sucking everywhere but where you want them.

“No, Haechan!” The cries in your voice makes him grind his hips against the mattress, hoping to get even the slightest friction.

He wishes he could keep on teasing you, drive you insane just like you did to him back there at the club. But, truth be told, he can't spend another minute without feeling you, in all the sense of the word.

“Apologize, then,” Haechan says, brushing the tip of his nose against your throbbing clit. That single touch is enough to earn a whimper from you, and it is also enough to make you lose all logic and rationality within you —not that you have any whenever you're underneath him in your bed to begin with.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, clenching around thin air every time the word falls from your lips. “Fuck, I’m sorry Haechan. I’m sorry”.

“Sorry for what?” the dark-haired asks again, acting oblivious to the situation. “What are you apologizing for?”

Whether it's mercy or pure neediness, his tongue unexpectedly laps at your wetness. He licks your slit and toys with your clit, just enough to provide you with some pleasure but without distracting you from your task.

“For- shit, for letting him touch me,” you sigh, kicking your head back. You’re not quite sure what exactly you’re sorry for, but you’re willing to say anything just to feel him. “For letting him- put his arm around me, fuck”.

Haechan smiles against your pussy. A genuine smile, one that can only indicate he’s feeling proud.

“See how easy it is?” he coos, continuing his ministrations on your clit, “you tell me what I want to hear, and I give you anything you want”.

Despite Haechan’s early accusations of you being a liar, you mean everything you say when you’re in bed. In fact, you're only brutally honest when he's deep inside you. When you've lost all your senses and sanity, and when all you are left with is pure bliss.

“I’m sorry,” you keep on chanting, latching your fingers against his dark locks in an attempt to bring him closer to you.

You know you're seconds away from coming, and he knows this too, so he allows you to manhandle him against you as much as you want. He hisses when you grip his hair particularly harsher, but he doesn’t stop; instead, he licks you ardently, looking forward to your orgasm.

“Show me how sorry you are, then,” he murmurs against you, his nose and chin shining with your own wetness. “Come”.

It’s the sight of him between your legs, along with his crude words and pretty eyes that pushes you to the edge. Your hands clasp the bed sheets beneath you, and your thighs threaten to close around him but he is quick to keep them apart with his hands.

“You’re getting shy now?” he teases you while you overcome your high, writhing underneath his hold. “Keep them open for me pretty, I want to lick you clean”.

Much against your body’s will, Haechan manages to keep you in place while he helps you through your orgasm, causing waves of overstimulation to wreak havoc inside you from your head to the tip of your toes.

“Haechan!,” you gasp when you feel him pulling away from your body, the sudden loss of contact making you feel somewhat relieved after the pinches of pain caused by the overstimulation.

His lips are bright peachy and swollen, all covered in your own orgasm.

“Too much?” Haechan asks, unbuckling his belt while getting rid of his clothes. You imitate him and do the same, discarding your blouse and bra somewhere along the room.

“No,” you shake your head, inviting him between your legs.

He positions himself in the middle, and the sight makes you clench around thin air yet again. His cock is hard and reddened, throbbing almost visibly in front of your eyes.

“You still think you can take me?” he asks yet again, trying to make sure you’re not sore from how aggressive his early ministrations were.

“I’ve been wanting you all night long, Haechan,” you murmur, wrapping your legs around his hips and your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. “Don’t care about anything, I just want you to fuck me”.

He kisses your forehead, and then your chin. The tip of his cock is pressing against your clit and, at times, against your entrance, but he is still nowhere near being inside you.

“See,” Haechan whispers with his lips against your jaw. “I know you’ve apologized, but I still need to make sure everyone knows you’re mine”.

His words make you let out a quiet scoff.

“How come, exactly?”

“What if I came inside you?” Even the idea makes you gasp —half a gasp, that ends up sounding more like a moan, “hm?”

For this, he needs to feel you. So he loses no time pushing himself inside you until he bottoms out. You dig your fingernails into his biceps when you feel the tip of his cock brushing against a sensitive spot inside you, and it’s only then when he continues to tell you, perhaps, his filthiest fantasy.

“What if I got you pregnant?” It’s crazy, the rational part of you acknowledges. But the aroused one, the one that lacks logic, only gets even more turned on at his words. “That way, everyone will know what we do when we’re alone”.

“Shit,” you cry, clenching around his cock.

He smiles when he feels it.

“You’d like that, don’t you?” After a couple of slow, delicate thrusts, he begins to acquire a faster pace when you get used to having him inside you. “You're squeezing my cock so hard”.

“You want to- get me pregnant?”

Even the words falling from your lips make you clench around him yet again, and it takes him a lot of effort not to come just by those gestures alone.

“That way everyone would know you’re mine,” Haechan sighs, pistoning deeper inside you. “Everyone would know that I’m the one who fucks you good, the one you allow to come inside that pretty pussy of yours”.

You whimper at his words, nibbling on your lower lip while trying to contain every lewd sound that threatens to escape your lips.

“I bet you’d- look so pretty like that,” the more aroused he gets, the less he cares about what he says —it seems as though he’s not having any inhibitions, and you love it. “Fuck”.

It's a wild fantasy, but you two seem to share it. You’d be lying if you say that the mere thought of carrying his child is not appealing to you, because it is.

“Yeah?” you ask, feeling him losing all pace and rhythm of his hips. “Why don’t you get me pregnant, then?”

The dirty talk does wonders to him, because the minute you start voicing his thoughts it’s the minute his movements become sloppier, rushed, and faster. He wants to come, he desperately needs it.

But he wants you to come first.

“I will,” he groans through gritted teeth. “If that’s what you want, then I will”.

Your heart feels fuzzy, and the tension on your lower abdomen starts increasing with each thrust. It’s not going to be long before you come around him, for the second time in a row, and as much as you’d like to savor this moment, you’re too desperate to take your time.

“Fuck,” Haechan curses under his breath, feeling his arms going numb —the pleasure is too overwhelming for him to maintain a steady pace, but he makes an effort. “Make me come, baby. Squeeze my cock until I come inside you”.

The dirty talk, combined with his gaze and the future promise of offering you that something only he can give it to you, makes you reach your orgasm again.

“Coming,” you cry quietly, wrapping your legs even tighter around his hips. You arch your back against him, and he hugs you tightly in place while he continues fucking your pussy, just as much as your grip allows him too.

“That’s it,” he praises, leaving wet kisses on your forehead and cheeks while you overcome your high. “Are you going to let me come inside you tonight? Fill you up with my cum?”

“Yes!” it’s all you manage to say in the midst of such a devastating arousal. “Yes, yes, Haechan”.

He buries his face on the crook of your neck, and keeps on fucking your swollen pussy until he achieves his orgasm too.

A hot, sticky feeling is quick to flood your tummy, as well as your inner thighs. He continues fucking you slowly and gently, even after coming, to prevent his arousal to leak out of you.

“Shit,” you cry, wrapping your arms around his neck so that he plops down on top of your body, “I can feel you”.

He hugs you into his embrace, while still inside you, and attempts to stabilize himself before leaving the bed to provide you with some wet towels and water. Truth be told, he wishes to stay like this forever, with your naked body underneath him, and his leaking cock inside you.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, leaving a quick kiss on your lips. “I know it’s-”

“Hey,” you cut him short, cooing softly. “We can talk about it tomorrow morning”.

He gets the sense that you're comfortable right now, despite the early fight, so he follows your plea compliantly.

“I’m an asshole,” Haechan jokes.

“Sometimes,” you scoff softly, finding his hazy gaze in the midst of the dim lights. “I’m glad you can acknowledge it”.

“And I’m glad you still keep up with it”.

#nct dream smut #nct 127 smut #haechan smut #kpop smut #donghyuck smut #nct127 smut #nct smut

[fairyofjaeyun]

More sub!idol links please 🙏 (especially ncity ones!)

NCT NSFW LINKS !!

anal training and using a vibrator on xiaojun

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fingering and milking jeno

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punishing haechan by rough pegging him with a huge strap

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jaemin eating you out while you read a book

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teasing jaehyun’s cock until he’s made a mess in his pants with precum <3

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playing with doyoung’s vibrating plug while on a date and making him struggle to be quiet

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spanking johnny over your lap after he’s been a bad boy

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dressing and tying up hendery in a school girl outfit and making him hump the bed while wearing a buttplug and vibrator

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mark filming himself fucking into your strapon

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jaehyun humping the bed to show you how much he misses you

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yuta sucking and pleasuring your tits while you’re riding him

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treating renjun like your pretty sex doll

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milking jungwoo as you hold his leash

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[fool4nct]

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[femdomlieeh]

Pink Blush (m)

First time Sub!Haechan ✧ Secretly Dom!Reader

WC—1.8 k

THEMES—new relationship ✧ nsfw fluff (?) ✧ borderline smut

WARNING—punishment ✧ teasing (m!g) ✧ masturbation (m) ✧ use of handcuffs & strap on ✧ praise ✧ light degradation ✧ pet names "mommy", "channie", "bad boy"✧ mentions of gender stereotypes (ew), safe words & (future) pegging

NOW PLAYING—Tattoo ✧ Loreen

[A/N.] old xiumin (exo) version

When this post gets 100 votes I’ll publish a stray kids group reaction chapter👍

M.LISTS—nct 127 ✧ dream ✧ latest updates ✧ wp version

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"Come on~! Show me~!" Haechan whined in your ear for the umpteenth time today.

Like all the previous times, you answered no.

Yesterday your boyfriend had found out that you had a mommy kink and liked being dominant in the bed (You had left a wattpad tab open on our shared laptop because you were apparently too tired to click on the cross), and, although that should've been something positive, you didn't want him to know.

On a daily basis, he already got critique for being younger (looking younger) than his partner, and being too 'feminine' and 'cutesy' – so, to want him to submit to you and make him match other people's perception of him was selfish and thus something you refused to do.

The theory of genders having specific power roles was something you'd always been opposed to, as you do not believe a gender determines a level of power. Truthfully, you couldn't care less if your boyfriend wanted to break gender stereotypes or not — damn, he could wear 'girly' clothes and/or put make up on if he wanted to — but you did care about what he thought of himself.

He didn't like it when people commented on how much younger he looked than he was. He didn't like it when people described him as feminine instead of masculine. He didn't like it when people [excluding you and some of his friends] called him cute. He didn't think that having any of those characteristics was wrong; he just didn't want people to call him those things.

"Please?" He attempted to lure you in with his gleaming puppy eyes – which usually worked – but that method didn't work this time around, because the great amount of vexation he had brought to you today had made you fully resistant to his cuteness.

"No, I don't want to hurt you," you answered with a blank face, trying your best to find a seemingly interesting movie on Netflix, that you hadn't already seen, so your boyfriend could give up his dumb quest. It was a little confusing why he wanted to try these types of thing with you, knowing how he felt about being belittled by others.

"I thought you said that we should always be honest with each other and always be ourselves," he argued, making a valid point since you had said those words from the start of your relationship.

"But I also said I never wanted us to hurt each other," you retorted in defense, feeling more and more irritated by the second.

Leaning and sinking down a little bit on the sofa, Haechan wanted to be more comfortable as he knew this conversation would be long. Chewing on the strings of his pink hoodie, he looked at and studied you; frown, annoyed sighs, hard grip on the remote, darker lips from biting on them – everything pointed at you being mad, and thus rather sensitive.

Then a bulb lit above his head.

"But what if I like it when you hurt me?"

You turned your head to his side. There it was. Exactly what he wanted to see. An expression on your face that told him that if he continued this route, he would get fucked. Whether it was literally or metaphorically, he wanted to find out.

"I'm leaving," you announced and stood up as quickly as the short sentence ended. You had to leave, because Haechan was pushing your buttons and you knew that if you stayed for longer you could end up doing what you had been trying to avoid since he had found out about the femdom part of you.

His face changed from calm puppy to clingy puppy with separation anxiety, scared of its owner leaving. This was not the reaction he had tried to get from you. He stood up and followed your fast steps to the bedroom. As soon as he saw you throw one of your biggest bags onto the floor, followed up by some clothing pieces, he felt his blood freeze. Were you leaving as in leaving the relationship?

"Why are you packing?" he asked, scared of your answer.

"I'm going to Irene's. I can't stay with you when you're making me crazy like this." What you said was true; you were sure he'd crack your patience and make you go full sadist on him if you stayed in the same room as him for another minute – or even worse: another hour or whole night.

He felt relieved that you weren't breaking up with him over a silly argument, but he still didn't want you to stay over at your friend's when you both knew that it would be smarter to solve the tension instead.

"Stay with me," he pleaded lowly, sensing he didn't have many other options than pleading and hoping it'd be persuasive enough for you to stay with him.

"We need a night without each to calm down and have an adult discussion, alright?" you tried to explain, grabbing your now-fully-packed bag, and heading to the door to continue your journey to your awesome best friend.

When Haechan didn't talk back, you turned away from the doorway and to the bed to see why he was being quiet and not protesting some more like he usually would. He was looking you in the eyes as he pulled the hoodie off his torso and threw it your way. You caught it in your hand. Proceeding, he pulled down his pants, making sure he did it slowly enough to send you signals that he wasn't planning on putting on his PJs.

As he stood in only his boxers in front of you, a new bulb lit up above his head – and this one was even brighter than the last one – maybe he did have more options than to plead and strip.

With a smirk he sat down on the foot of the bed, maintaining eye contact, and pulled down his boxers to reveal his hard cock. You were speechless when he had stripped down to almost full nudity, but what shocked you the most was that just speaking to him disrespectfully had turned him on.

The moment he started touching his cock and moaning like a bitch, you realized that he had purposely been naughty so you could punish him. He had whined in you ear all day, stripped and masturbated when you wanted to leave because he wanted this; he wanted to be punished.

So, you decided to do it.

You dropped the bag and went to your wardrobe, taking out a box you'd kept secret from Haechan. He looked your way curiously, analyzing your reaction while still stroking his cock rudely. Damn, he hoped you were doing something femdom related.

"Safeword?" you asked, examining the nostalgic box of memory-making apparatuses, trying to decide which ones you wanted to use to make memories tonight.

"Sun," he answered, smiling at the victory; he was going to get fucked literally.

"I hope you understand that I'm going to have to punish you for being such a naughty boy."

"Yes, Mommy," he said oh so naturally.

You looked back at him after he said the last word, watching him lay down on the bed, boxers in a random corner of the room. He seemed experienced or like he'd had a fantasy about calling you that word for a while, no stutter, and thankfully that made it easier for you decide on which toys to use on him.

"Naughty boys don't deserve to touch Mommy," you turned to him with a pair of pink, fluffy handcuffs. He blushed a little, not expecting the object you chose to punish him with to be so adorable. Did he seriously think that was all you were going to use as punishment when he'd riled you up like this?

How cute.

Walking slowly to him, you threw the cuffs onto the bed beside his legs and startled him a bit at the suddenness of the action. He had teased you, and you wanted to make sure he'd feel teased as well – and what better way to do that than to use one of his biggest weaknesses against him? Smirking, you pulled off your shirt, leaving your upper body in only a bra – a pink one. He had always liked that color – though he denied it since it wasn't manly to like pink.

You climbed on top of his body and took the cuffs in your hands again, getting ready to restrain him. He was breathing heavily, getting aroused by your body above his, and especially by your boobs that were clad in such a lovely color. Although he liked the bra, he would've loved to see your boobs without anything covering them.

"Hold your arms up for me, Channie," you ordered, to which he listened to instantly. He held them up against the bed frame, assuming you were going to cuff him to it. But he was wrong. You didn't want him to predict his punishment; you wanted everything to be a surprise that not even his fantasy could come close to.

Instead of cuffing his wrists to the frame of the bed, you cuffed them to nothing. Yes, nothing. It may sound boring to restrain your partner to nothing, but it was the opposite; restraining him to air meant that he still could choose to disobey you further by bringing his arms down. "You're going to keep your arms here, and if you at any point put them down and touch me it'll add to your punishment, understood?"

"Yes, Mommy."

"Oh, don't act like a good boy all of a sudden. You're getting punished for a reason, Haechannie," you scoffed lightly, feeling soft from the sweetness that seemed to ooze naturally whether he tried to or not.

"But I am a good boy," he pouted, adding to the cuteness you adored so much.

"Only if you can manage this punishment, but until then you're a bad boy," you explained and turned back to the box to grab the last part of the punishment. He continued pouting, until he saw the object you took out: a strap on. After removing your pants, you put the fake dick on and adjusted it to your hips.

The strap wasn't bigger than the average dick as you didn't know how used he was to having dildos shoved up his ass – and even though you wanted to hurt him, you were still cautious over how harsh you were with him. He was your squishy Haechannie after all.

"You ready, Channie?" you asked as you crawled back to him, searching his face for any uncertainty. His big eyes and toothy smile hinted at him anticipating what you were about to do, but you still wanted a verbal answer as you wanted to make sure he was OK with being pegged.

He nodded quickly, "Yes, Mommy, I'm always ready for you."

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❝ Violins playin' and the angels cryin'

When the stars align, then I'll be there

No, I don't care about them all

'Cause all I want is to be loved

And all I care about is you

You're stuck on me like a tattoo

No, I don't care about the pain

I'll walk through fire and through rain

Just to get closer to you

You're stuck on me like a tattoo ❞

—lorine zineb noka talhaoui; 2023

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[luvyutae]

under his spell| lee jeno

Pairing; playboy jeno x nerdy reader

WARNING; smut!

Jeno pounded into you harder as you moaned his name. You had never felt anything like this before in your life, and you were so close to cumming that you could feel it running down the inside of your thighs as he fucked you. He was so big inside of you, you couldn't believe how good it felt.

Jeno was your average playboy in school and you, you were nothing but study a freak who fell for his charms. What was supposed to be ‘tutoring jeno with math studies’ turned into ‘corrupted and fucked by THE Lee Jeno’.

He was literally fucking you so hard that your glasses fell off your face

"oh fuck! Jeno ... fuck me harder" you screamed out as you were getting closer to your first orgasm. Your legs shook from the sudden rush of pleasure and you grabbed onto him tightly.

You came all over his dick, spraying him with your juices as he continued pounding into you.

Jeno pulled out, letting his cum spill out of your pussy.

“I want more” and just like that jeno had you wrapped around his finger.

Jeno chuckled “look at you, all fuck out and breathless” he caressed your cheek. “Please jeno”

You were a begging mess. But as you wished, jeno fucked you more.

That night he fucked you until you were screaming and begging for mercy.

#jeno fanfic #jeno smut #jeno oneshot #jeno imagines #nct smut #wayv smut #nct127 smut #nct #nctdream smut #johnny smut #yuta smut #haechan smut #jaehyun smut

[k-yujin]

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#✤ ( 000 ) 𝄒 🛞 : bound to fall in love w an emo boy 🤭 #kpop icons #kpop moodboard #kpop layout #alternative moodboard #alternative layout #fyp #fypage #black moodboard #grey moodboard #white moodboard #y2k moodboard #grunge moodboard #brown moodboard #haechan moodboard #haechan icon #nct moodboard #nct127 moodboard #nctdream moodboard #nct icons #❁ ﹒k-yujin #❁ ﹒requested

[sunshyni]

(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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127 x reader 18+

taeil loved mutual masterbation so much you were actually the one to come up with the idea and now you guys do it at least once a week

taeyong is always talking with sm trainees but you were his favorite and he knows how badly you want to debut so he said he would help you but first you need to help him

johnny always needs you in the car with him because who else is gonna help him

yuta is in love with your tits especially your nipples he plays with them all the time what makes it better is the way you squirm when he does

doyoung goes shopping right away when he finds out sm hired a new cleaning lady for the dorm he hands you the outfit saying that it’s your uniform on your first day of the job you obviously need to make a good impression and go the extra mile for him

jaehyun knew you were fucking other guys and he knows as your friend he isn’t supposed to get jealous but he is he ends up telling you that guys should know you’re friends with him and it didn’t make sense on why this was how they should know but you trusted him

jungwoo was shocked when his best friend came to him asking for sex advice because she was a virgin and he knew the best way to teach you

mark came over to your house to work on a project and apparently you have a thing for guys with glasses because you were looking at him with your thighs pressed together mark got the hint and wanted to help his pretty partner

haechan finds it so funny how you always want to act like a slut but when he’s fucking you, you want him to be gentle of course he’s shoving his dick in you and treating you how you should be treated

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[haechanhues]

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 

@k-labels​

part two 

main masterlist 

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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Third Wheel: Part Two 

Mark isn’t sure what’s worse, the thirteen hour drive to the beach where he watched you get railed by his best friend in the backseat, or the five days he’s gonna be spending there knowing he is expected to watch—or join, whichever.

– read part one here! 

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WORDCOUNT―13.7k

PAIRING― haechan x afab reader x mark 

CONTENT― vacation setting, threesome, voyeurism, exhibitionism, jealousy (both haechan & mark), implications of a budding poly relationship, there’s a lot of dialogue to depict character development regarding the whole inviting mark thing. 

WARNINGS― haechan is a little touchy with mark, if you don’t like it, sounds like a you problem. 

NOTE― i reached 3k followers so here is ur present. the present was proofread by @domjaehyun​, we love her for putting up with my shit :D. this is not a stand alone fic, please read the first part if you havent! 

smut tags under cut:: 

smut tags― borderline infidelity (haechan is into but doesn’t wanna admit it), finger fucking, neglected cock syndrome, hair pulling, haechan teaches mark how to fuck his girl, haechan basically moves mark like a puppet, cum stuffing, humiliation/degradation, double vaginal penetration

             What Mark feels for the remainder of that drive was unexplainable. Looking at you through the mirror, Haechan next to you, it felt for lack of a better word, different. Sure, he’s walked in on the two of you before, and watched for a little too long too but, this was different. He personally saw Haechan stuff you full and not only that but he saw your face as it happened. You spoke for him, to him, and he didn’t even get his ass kicked by Haechan after the fact.

             The feelings in his head swirl around like a forming tornado threatening to touch down and cause him to lose all sanity. Five days with you two locked in this beach house with nothing but freedom at your feet. Worse, even when the three of you go home, he’s just locked in a different space with the two of you until he gets back on his feet. Mark isn’t even sure if he wants to leave now. On one hand, he wants to start running just to get away from the overwhelming embarrassment, on the other, he thinks he might like it. He thinks the two of you might like him being around to see too. 

 “Is this going to be a normal thing?” Mark remembers asking Haechan inside of the bathroom at the gas station. What was Haechan’s response? “Maybe, if you keep wanting to catch us.” 

             What to do, what to do, with a lust so hungry Mark feels like it’s eating him from the inside out? Catch you on purpose? Stalk your private moments with his best friend just to get another taste of that bliss just out of reach? Not even a taste actually. 

 ~

             Haechan drags his feet as he carries your bags along with his. He’s acting normal despite his constant groaning about how his legs hurt after certain endeavors on top of the thirteen-hour car ride. You stay close to him, attempting to snatch a few bags so that he would at least stop crying about the very deed he wanted to do during the ride. 

             Mark stays behind, quietly carrying in his things and avoiding the cracks on the sidewalk so as to not scratch his new suitcase set. One headphone in, he barely hears the two of you as he opts to try and escape the madness outside of the audio in his ear. That is, until he gets inside the beach house.

 “Okay so, hear me out–” Haechan smiles at Mark, stepping in front of him as he tries to pass. “Listen, Mark. Just,” Haechan puts his hands out in front of him, stepping both left and right to continuously block Mark’s path. 

 “There’s only one bedroom.” You announce, breaking Haechan’s plan of trying to convince Mark that it would be a sick idea for him to watch more. 

             Haechan did know. Of course, he fucking knew, he’s the one who booked the place. You didn’t know, but he knew you’d play along anyway. Given, Haechan hadn’t completely planned the whole car thing so it’s kind of awkward now. Despite always wanting to be caught, watched, and envied, Haechan really didn’t think past the idea of causing Mark inner turmoil with this rental.

 “S’cool. I’ll take the couch.” Mark waves off, dropping his bags and looking around the space.

             Your eyes drop before Haechan’s do. 

 “Wait, no,” Haechan groans out, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Look, you can still sleep in there with us. There’s two beds.”

             Two beds. So it was intentional to put Mark in a position he couldn’t resist, huh?

 “Look, the idea was to invite you to watch. Surely you’ve caught on to everything by now, right?” Haechan looks at Mark with an apologetic stare. “It’s kind of awkward now inviting you, but I thought you’d be happy to take us up on the offer, especially after our little talk…”

             Mark looks to the floor with tinted red flushing over his cheeks. 

 “You really couldn’t just wait to get here first before sitting him down and discussing?” You ask, scolding your boyfriend despite the fact that you played at least fifty percent into his on-the-fly plan on the ride over here.

 “You looked hot and he was tired.” Haechan states the obvious. 

             Mark is just standing there trying his best not to let his mouth fall open. Haechan really wanted to propose that he should just watch? Nothing else? Just fucking watch? Ka-ching. It’s little to grasp at, but Mark’s gonna take it. After seeing everything and hearing you, why wouldn’t he? His best friend is practically giving him the ability to watch you be pleasured.

 “Okay,” Mark stops both of you from bickering. “Let’s discuss it now then.” He adds, averting his eyes from both you and your boyfriend to avoid showing how much interest he actually has in this little vacation plan.

 ~

             After a long and drawn out discussion, rules were set into place. Rule number one, Mark cannot touch you under any circumstance. You were quick to side eye your boyfriend’s best friend during that moment, noting the disappointed look that washed across his face. Rule number two, Mark can request things he wants to see, but if either you or Haechan are uncomfortable with it, the request can be ignored. Rule number three, you can talk to Mark while it happens and he can talk back, but Haechan will humiliate him the whole time if he feels like it. 

             Mark didn’t falter at any of the rules except for the first one, mostly because it’s going to be hard to not want to touch you. He assumes that’s part of the fun for Haechan though. He feels embarrassed accepting the terms, awkward as he places his bags in the shared room the three of you will be sleeping in, and restless at the way reality hits him. You, his best friend’s girlfriend, want him to see. You want him to get off to you.

             He feels a bit shameful about it. After all, Haechan has been his best friend for fucking years at this point and he’s a little unnerved that none of this is making him feel as weird as it should be. Should Mark really be excited about watching his best friend fuck his girlfriend? Probably not, but he is, and he just assumes this is another ‘weird’ thing he likes to add to his list. 

 “Hey–” Haechan nods his head towards Mark as you walk out of the room for a shower. You did your best to clean up at the gas station too but, to be fair, the bathroom was just as dirty and cum-covered as you were, probably.  

 “Yeah?” Mark looks over at him, unzipping his suitcase and pulling out a change of clothes. Mostly so he can hop in the shower after you’re done. 

 “You sure you’re cool with this? I know I kind of did a lot of this intentionally, but really, if you’re uncomfortable I’d rather you just tell us–”

 “No!” Mark argues at an embarrassingly desperate pitch. “I mean, no.” He corrects himself as he digs for his toiletries. 

 “That’s what I thought,” Haechan smiles knowingly at him, internally writing a list of things he can do to torture Mark, a list specifically made to cause envy and probably resentment. 

 “So, like,” Mark swallows, still unsure of his footing in this situation. “When will it happen again?” 

             Haechan actually laughs at him this time. 

 “Oh, you thought–” He shakes his head and goes to take off his shirt. “No, no. Mark. You’re still gonna have to catch us to watch.” He explains, throwing his shirt on the presumed “cuck chair” in the room. (Because most places have that, just so you know.)

 “Wait, what?” Mark is confused. They want him to watch, but they’re still going to make him go through the embarrassment of catching them? 

 “That’s the fun part of it for me,” Haechan tries to clear it up. “I like the surprise of someone seeing. I like the reactions. It’s exciting,” He continues, now stopping to really look at Mark. “Looks like you enjoy watching, so–”

             Mark nods slightly, tilting his head with a furrowed brow. “For the record, I’ve never been into this kind of thing. You kind of made it hard not to see things.” 

 “I know.” Haechan laughs. “Gotta get creative on weeknights when there's no parties going on.”

 “You do it at parties? Like just right there in public?”

             Haechan nods with a smug smile. 

 “A lot of people don’t even notice, but the ones that do–” Haechan’s eyes nearly light up. “They basically watch. They don’t even pretend to look away.” 

             Mark feels a little bit flushed at the idea of attending a party with the two of you. He couldn’t imagine being put in a situation where he, along with several others, get to watch you orgasm. 

 “She likes that?” Mark asks, a little shocked.

 “I mean, she gets really into it but I can admit that she seems to like when you watch a lot more.” Haechan glares for a second. “Which again, kind of pisses me off.”

             Mark waves him off, trying to act nonchalant about it. 

 “I hope you know that this is more of a trial run, Mark. If she gets bored of you, she probably won’t be as into it later.”

             Okay, ouch. Fair, though. Mark would never stick around if it’s not something you want. He can already sense that Haechan didn’t want it this way either. Maybe Mark watching was exciting, but he does sense a bit of tenseness in the air each time Haechan brings up how you lusted over him so blatantly in the car. 

 “And if she doesn’t get bored?” Mark counters and Haechan kind of takes internal offense to it. Passive aggressively chuckling towards him. 

 “Oh, she will.” Haechan says as a way to assure himself rather than answering Mark. “I’m the only person she doesn’t get bored of.” 

             Mark, for some reason, takes that as a challenge. He might be the one getting the short end of the stick here, but the only reason he’s getting a stick at all is because of you. Regardless of if Haechan wanted him to watch, surely he never wanted you to like it as much as you did. 

 ~

             Well, competition is one way to put it. Haechan resents himself forever even trying to get Mark all flustered. He did it because he wanted to be watched, but he also wanted Mark to be fucking jealous. How the hell is he supposed to be jealous when you, his own girlfriend, got entirely too wet for another man while he was buried into you?

             Playing it as cool as he can, Haechan is still excited, just a little less now that he knows he’s going to have to fight for your attention. Those set rules? Between you and Haechan, neither of you had to actually follow those rules. Mark can do what he wants at your discretion, but it’s not like Haechan is gonna just tell him that. He was shocked that you pressed to let Mark join just one time. His whole fantasy is about being watched during a private act, not inviting someone to actively play a part in it. Nevertheless, he granted you a small nod when you suggested it, sternly letting out a small “just this once.”

             Sure, he’s the one who fucked you in the car and he’s the one who told you to talk to Mark but, it’s not like he expected the outcome that came from it. It was a moment of lust where he thought it would be hot to see you unable to speak because you’re being fucked– but no. You were speaking to Mark and riding him harder because of whatever the fuck was going on up in that front seat. 

             Naturally, your boyfriend has that mischievous little glint in his eye when you return from the shower and Mark opts to steal the shower before Haechan can. 

 “You are aware that you’re getting more out of this than I am, right?” Haechan laughs, pulling you from your stance and flopping you down onto the bed. “I just wanted him to be jealous, you’re ruining my fantasy.”

             You smile at him with the same mischievous little glint. 

 “And you’re an amazing boyfriend for letting me try something new,” You praise, kissing the tip of his nose when he crawls on top of you. “I’m sorry that it’s hot knowing two guys want me this badly.”

             Haechan sighs, dropping his face to your neck. Of course, you’d be into that. His thing is people being jealous of what he gets and your thing just has to be the idea of being wanted. It fits a little too well. 

 “Bet you weren’t even planning to put anything on for bed tonight, were you?” He laughs with a groan, cursing how willing he is to let you have whatever you want despite not wanting to give Mark what he wants. 

 “Bingo,” You smile evilly, pulling away from Haechan so you can see his face. “Plus, it’s hot seeing you get all possessive. That’s new, even for you.”

             Haechan once again sighs with a groan. 

 “Promise you won’t like, up and leave me for my best friend?”

             Realizing there’s a bit of truth behind his concerns, you stiffen a bit.

 “You know I wouldn’t do that. Just because he’s hot doesn’t mean he can pleasure me better, or treat me better.” 

             Finally, a genuine smile breaks across his face and it makes you feel warm. 

 “Do you wanna play a little tonight?” He offers, wiggling on top of you with a newfound desire over the fact that you always know how to silence even the slightest of insecurity he feels. 

 “After everything from the ride over? I’m tired,” You admit with an embarrassingly cringey pout. 

 “I’m not tired yet. Just let me do the work, you can just rest–” He tries to convince you and it works, much like it always does. 

             Haechan was doing this specifically for you. It’s not like he always needs to be seen when the two of you are intimate. It is nice sometimes seeing you act real for him. Seeing your underwhelming and soft reactions to whatever he’s doing because you both know that you’re not putting on a show. He can admit to loving the way you still moan for him despite knowing nobody but him can hear it. 

             Even knowing Mark will be in the bed next to yours at any moment, you think Haechan can get away with whatever he wants to do privately. And for the most part, he does. At least, at first he does. 

             Lying on your back with a leg thrown over Haechan’s lower half as his fingers trace lazy circles against your bare skin, you knew his fingers were going lower and lower, but it was relaxing even as your eyes fight to stay open.  When Mark comes back into the room, hair still dripping a bit at his failure to dry it properly, you don’t move or react outside of looking at him. 

 “Hey, you ready to hit the sack?” Haechan calls out, fingers moving lower on your stomach and landing just above where your panties would sit if you were wearing any under this robe. 

 “Yeah. Water ran cold though, might wanna wait a little bit before you shower, Sorry.” Mark admits with shame, not making eye contact with either of you as he flops himself onto his bed. He’s wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants, which is something you’ve seen him wear time and time again at home, but man, why does it look so hot now?

             Haechan laughs, kind of like an ‘of course there's no hot water for me’ laugh, but he doesn’t mind, if anything, he’s having fun lulling you to sleep with a gentle finger fuck session behind Mark’s back.

             The room goes silent save for the television that Haechan flips to some random reality show. You’re still focused on his fingers, more gentle than he normally would be. Still, it’s probably just because, for once, he doesn’t want Mark to know what’s happening. 

             When your boyfriend’s fingers finally make their way to your clit, it’s not shocking that you’re already wet. Your breathing is still even, and it feels good to be touched right now. You turn your head only slightly to look at Mark. He’s so endearing to look at. Never once have you seen him preparing himself for sleep. For some reason, it feels intimate seeing his bedtime rituals. 

             With one hand scratching against his hair, he’s on his side and practically hugging his pillow against his head as he fixes his eyes on the television. You can see how heavy his eyes are. He was already tired when he first started his shift of driving, and the back seat doesn’t offer much in terms of a nap. You imagine if he knew what Haechan was doing, he wouldn’t have the energy to participate anyway. 

             You, though, are feeling a little bit more awake since your clit is being beautifully stimulated by your boyfriend. Mark’s supposed to be watching you with this little deal, but there were no rules that you couldn’t watch him and fantasize, right?

             Haechan is a little shocked when you hold his hand in place and turn to face Mark. You close your eyes at first, mostly so it still looks like you’re about to sleep, but you press Haechan’s fingers a bit lower, urging him to penetrate you with them. 

             He, like the amazing boyfriend he is, follows suit. He turns on his side behind you and spoons you, adjusting his position so that he can swoop his hand under your ass and between your legs in order to do just as you asked of him.

             This goes smoothly for a few minutes, with his fingers gently and silently plunging in and out of you. Honestly, Haechan is too good with his fingers. He’s being too quiet compared to normal, again, because of Mark. You know you shouldn’t be including him right now, but you are, even if secretly. 

             A breath falls from your lips when Haechan rubs his fingers against a particularly sensitive spot inside of you, sending a wave of warmth down your body and dripping out against his fingers. 

 “Feels good?” He whispers against your ear, noting the way your breathing is a bit more audible. 

             You let out a small groan in response, very small. Just loud enough for Mark to fix his eyes on you to find you blatantly staring back at him.

             You smile at him and press your ass back against Haechan just a bit, and he’s quick to move his fingers a bit quicker inside of you.

             Mark just looks at you, processing that it’s already happening again. 

 ~

             The summer air is salty but all too grounding for Mark as he sits on his towel and watches the way you and Haechan appear to be as comfortable as ever wrestling on the shore of the sea. Even after last night, part of him wonders what actually happened but he isn’t sure if he’s allowed to ask. Not only did you look at him as you hit your climax, but Mark was made aware that he needed to be silent in watching you due to your finger coming up to your mouth in a shushing action.

             His eyes darted to Haechan when you did that but he appeared to be a great actor as he watched the tv with his head tucked between your shoulder and neck, fingers plunging in and out of you casually. Even when Mark gently fucked his own fist, staring directly back at you, he realized that this shared moment with you was something Haechan wasn’t aware of. It blurs the lines a bit of what is okay and what isn’t, but the rule is that Mark can watch if he catches the act. He guesses you’re the one breaking rules.

             Even now, as he processes this newfound sexual adventure in his head, he’s fond of the relationship Haechan has with you. Incredibly jealous, of course, but also just– Mark wants what Haechan has. He wouldn’t share you, he wouldn’t want people to see him pleasure you, and he certainly wouldn’t want Haechan’s cock to make an appearance at any point during his relationship with you, but you’re not his. Still, the two of you seem to enjoy this kind of thing, and the fact that Mark appears to be the chosen third to take part makes him feel warm. Despite his jealousy, he respects the relationship you have with his best friend for the most part. There’s still that selfishness inside him though, the thought of being able to be between your legs rather than just a person to look at across the room? It drives him insane. Haechan gets to flaunt you, make you feel good, and make you moan but, Mark is very aware that he got all of your attention the night before, even if it wasn’t his own fingers doing it to you. He got your attention in the car too, to the point of Haechan showing his own jealousy. 

             Again, there’s a thin line between what he’s allowed to do and infidelity. If you ask him to do anything though, he’s going to do it. He’s going to be what you want or need at any given moment simply because he’s a single man forced to live with his extremely sexually adventurous friends, and you happen to be incredibly fucking arousing to him. Haechan kind of did it to himself. Never would Mark have fantasized about you like this if it weren’t for the fact that Haechan desperately wants people to see his cock inside of you.

 “Hey!” You shout from the shore, pulling Mark out of his thoughts. 

             He waves back to you and then glances at Haechan who has a huge smile on his face. Mark watches as you struggle to leave the water, the weight of the waves pushing and pulling you as you look at him. He stands to his feet, kicking off some of the sand on his legs, and makes his way towards you as well, meeting you in the middle. 

 “I’m gonna have a snack, go waterboard my boyfriend.” You joke when you stop in front of him. 

 “There’s chips in my bag if you want any,” Mark waves you off, realizing how normal the communication is between the two of you. In the silence, the communication is somehow more intimate.

             When Mark makes his way down to the water, straight up to his best friend, for some reason he still feels like he’s walking on eggshells with all of this. Not with you, because you clearly know what you want. Haechan, on the other hand, shows that he’s annoyed over his plan becoming more of a pleasure for everyone but him.

 “You’re not hungry?” Mark asks, dipping himself lower into the water and shivering at the ocean breeze. 

 “Nah, we’re finally here. I’m staying in the water ‘til I’m forced to leave.” 

 “Ah, good plan.” Mark confirms, allowing himself to float back a bit with the waves.

 “Are we okay?” Haechan suddenly asks, standing to his feet and looking down at him. “You really are allowed to decline this offer. I'm even a little nervous about it now.”

             Mark squints his eyes open towards Haechan, the sun blinding him more than his best friend usually would. 

 “It’s a little weird but I like trying new things. I’m not trying to disrespect you by accepting.”

             Haechan sighs in relief. 

 “I know. If it’s gonna be anyone, I'd rather it be you.” He laughs with a sigh. “Still would rather her focus on me but I guess I kind of owe her this.” 

             Mark adjusts himself back to his feet, tilting his head at Haechan.

 “Oh yeah?” 

 “I mean, it’s not like she was into the whole being watched thing until I told her I wanted to try it.” Haechan looks up into the sky, feeling the sun warm his face. “I liked it more than she did, but she came around, I never forced it or anything.” He breathes in the air and sinks lower into the water. “I think she did it to please me but she started getting really into it after a few times.” 

 “She’s definitely something–” Mark starts, glancing at your figure flopping back on the sand and sinking your hand into a bag of chips. 

 “Yeah, and I guess it’s my turn to let her try the things she’s curious about.” He laughs. “Even though it’s my fault and it involves my best friend. I’m trying to come to terms with the fact that neither of you would do anything behind my back.”

             Damn. 

 “Um, yeah.” Mark looks away for a moment. He knows he is famously awful at lying.

             Haechan looks at Mark knowingly. 

 “Like, without me in the room at least,” He smiles, winking at Mark once before throwing a splash at him. “because I know what you guys did last night.”

             Mark goes silent, wiping the salt water from his eyes and looking at Haechan apologetically. 

 “Relax, she told me while you were up there sulking. Said something about the danger of me finding out or something got her going.” Haechan reassures, explaining away any explanation of Mark himself being the reason for it. “I get it. You guys really had me fooled.” He laughs this time.

 “Should I like, have not watched?” Mark asks awkwardly, looking away from Haechan and floating back a bit. 

 “Nah, just give her what she wants. She’s gonna tell me regardless so let’s just try to have fun with this okay? If any of us are having issues, speak up.” Haechan glares for a moment. “Because you know damn well I’ll put a stop to all of it if it goes too far.”

             Mark nods, a small smile creeping up on his face. 

 “What happens at the beach, stays at the beach.”

 “God, I hope. I’m not moving you into our room at home.” Haechan laughs, feeling a little better about it. 

 ~

             A very sexually active trip indeed. Mark could sense the tension in the air by the time all of you return to the beach house. Even through dinner, he sensed both you and Haechan staring at him in very different ways. Even though talking made Haechan feel better, he’s still possessive over you and you seem to like it a lot. So, he might be playing it up a bit for your sake. 

             You are quite literally eye-fucking Mark, and Haechan’s eyes are basically demanding him to keep his cock under lock and key. It’s weirdly erotic, and insanely confusing, but he knows Haechan will speak up if shit goes too far, just like he said he would. 

             By the time the three of you are piled up on the couch and putting in some shitty romance movie, it gets a little more comfortable. 

             You’re leaned up against your boyfriend and Mark is leaned up against the arm of the couch at the other end. He doesn’t feel eyes on him anymore and it’s a relief. By the time it’s mid movie, he notes the soft snores coming from Haechan. You, on the other hand, are feeling mischievous. Haechan said to you specifically, away from Mark, no limits. Do what you want to him, ignore the rules, explore, have fun– but be ready to stop at the slightest mention of discomfort from either of them. You’re being given so much fucking power over both of these men. They both want you, and god does it feel fucking amazing to be wanted. 

             When you shift towards Mark, gently so that Haechan isn’t stirred from his slumber, Mark finds himself leaning towards you without question. Even when you grab his hand from under the large shared blanket, he doesn’t falter. 

             His attention to the plot on the screen in front of him surely falters though. You’re doing the thing again. You’re excluding your boyfriend and Mark can’t bring himself to give a single fuck right now because you’re quite literally slipping his hand into your panties without so much as a “please?”

             Immediately Mark’s fingers explore against his better judgment. He’s seen your pussy stretched out on his best friend, he’s watched you orgasm, he’s heard you moan, but never has he gotten to touch you. 

 “Mhm,” You encourage gently when Mark slides his fingers down your slit, collecting the slippery arousal and sliding his fingers back up to your clit. 

             You found yourself wondering how Mark would do it, especially the past day or so. Haechan knew how to please you, but you can’t help but think that the act of someone learning how to please you is just as hot. Mark appears to know exactly how to use his fingers against a woman, the thought of him alone with someone other than you only heightens your pleasure at this moment. 

             Mark does this for a while, silently and gently rubbing your clit as he forces his eyes to stay on the screen. You just watch him though, and the way he parts his lips in a silent moan when you press against his fingers with the smallest show of want. 

             The secretiveness of it really gets you going. Seeing Mark turn to mush in your hands, doing anything you could ask him to do, right there while your boyfriend is sleeping next to you? God, what a fucking simp. You love it. You love the fact that his fingers are slightly rougher compared to Haechan’s, and the way he avoids sticking them in you even if you insist by lifting your hips slightly.

             You lean towards Mark more this time, moving one leg over his lap and opening yourself up for more. 

 “You should fuck me.” You whisper into his ear with a voice far too sweet for the words. “He won’t mind.” You add at his silence, feeling his fingers halt as he processes the words. 

 “I can’t do that–” Mark whispers back, sliding his fingers down again and noting how much wetter you’ve gotten. 

 “Want me to ask him?” You joke, grabbing his hand and holding his fingers right against your entrance. 

             Mark shakes his head, feeling nervous as hell as his fingers rest in the one spot he definitely would love to fuck. 

 “You’re no fun,” You sigh in disappointment, releasing his hand.

             That makes Mark panic a little bit, the words of Haechan mentioning that you will get bored with him eventually. It drives him to just–

 “Brave boy,” You coo out at the feeling of Mark slipping his fingers inside of you, sliding them in until you can feel his knuckles against your folds. You knew he would give you what you want.“Your fingers are nice. Do you know how to use them, Baby?”

             Mark is fucking floored by the idea that his fingers are inside of you, you’re talking to him like this, and Haechan is missing out on all of it.

             Except he’s not. Atleast to Mark’s knowledge, Haechan is in dream land. You, on the other hand? You’re very aware that Haechan is terrible at pretending to sleep. Not only is he putting on this show for you, but he’s actually helping you. Kind of a shock, because you really did think he was asleep at one point. He blew his cover with a small smirk towards you, peeking an eye open at your shock of him resting a hand on your other leg and spreading it more in your attempt to get Mark to finger-fuck you. Haechan wasn’t going to help out, but the moment he heard Mark reject you, he figured that his best friend can definitely be trusted in this situation. 

             One of Haechan’s favorite things about you is how dirty you can be, but never once has he seen you be more dominant over another person. Certainly not him. He finds it incredibly sexy in the way you both mock and talk down towards Mark even though he’s making you feel good. You don’t do that to Haechan, you only moan for him. So yeah, maybe, going against his gut in this situation and allowing Mark to actually touch you is a bit hotter than he wants it to be. 

             The best part? Mark doesn’t know your cues when you’re nearing orgasm, but Haechan does and he uses that to his advantage. Spreading your leg out further so Mark can do whatever it is he’s doing with his fingers better, Haechan softens at the fact that he would have already brought you to orgasm by now. Your soft mews sound more like you’re trying to fluster Mark rather than a reaction to pleasure, and it’s fun. It’s boosting his ego so high that he actually wonders how long it’ll take Mark to get you there. 

             You feel just as boosted as Haechan does right now. With his false sleep as he attempts to help you through this, Mark is half-focused on finger fucking you out of fear that he will be caught. It’s all well and good, but you want to cum. 

 “Mark,” You whisper loudly, forgetting that you’re supposed to be pretending this is a secret. 

             When Mark tries to pull his fingers out of you at the loud whisper, ultimately so he could pretend he was just watching the movie and absolutely not burying his fingers into his best friend’s girlfriend, you hold his hand in place. Preventing his fingers from leaving you, you look at him. 

 “Fuck me like he’s not here.” You lean into him and whisper in a lower tone, rolling your hips forward against his fingers as you hold them there harshly. “You can make me cum this way, right? I promise I’ll be quiet.”

             Mark looks at you, darting his eyes to the sleeping Haechan next to you, and then he slowly nods with a nervous swallow. 

             He wants to fuck you so bad, but this is all he gets. Still, it’s more than he anticipated and he will be damned if he embarrasses himself by not getting you off like this. Gently, Mark keeps his eyes on Haechan as he moves slightly over you, getting a better angle with his wrist so that he can quite literally, fuck you senseless with them. 

             With one hand on the couch over your shoulder, the other between your legs, you watch him as his eyes continuously dart between you and your boyfriend. Mark can’t watch the screen anymore considering he’s now faced away from it, he has to watch you. If this truly was a high-stakes session of pleasure, surely the two of you would be caught like this. Thankfully, Mark doesn’t notice the very aware hand of Haechan gripping your leg open, which makes it more sexy. To see him put your pleasure over his friendship with your boyfriend so willingly, to position himself in such a way that is far more telling than it needs to be, yeah, he’s a fucking simp. 

 “Oh, fuck–” You choke out, feeling Mark’s newly angled fingers plunge deeper into you. His knuckle bumps against your clit easily when he does this and it has your entire body jolting a bit. 

             Mark swallows that praise, pulling his fingers out and pushing them back in at a quicker pace. The sound of your pussy is not quite as loud as the movie on the screen, but all three of you can hear it. Even Haechan has to hold back a small moan at how genuine you sounded just now. His grip on your leg becomes almost bruising as his own arousal stirs past a comfortable level. 

             Mark’s eyes aren’t shifting anymore, you notice. As you stare up at him, he stares right back at you. Noting the way your body slightly shifts up when he harshly pushes his fingers in, he could nearly imagine he’s fucking you. Except if he were, he would hope to have you moaning more, moving more, fucking yourself on him, using him. 

             You can practically see Mark lose himself to lust. His eyes are dark, and messy hair falling against his lashes as if he were the one being fucked out right now. Internally, you feel such a large amount of fondness over him. You think back to when he fucked his fist in the car. He was showing an extreme amount of intent during that moment and it had your head fucking spinning watching him do it. You can imagine he must be hard right now. Haechan must be hard too. If you wanted to, you could expose Haechan for being awake and ask them both to fuck you right now, but you relent. Relishing in this power of having them both, one more unaware than the other. It’s too sweet to put an end to so quickly. 

             As you look back up at Mark, you want to kiss him. Haechan never said anything about that but you assume that could actually be crossing a line, so you don’t. Against your own wishes of wanting to keep this a secret, you lean yourself to Haechan who still tries to pretend he’s asleep. 

             Mark watches and panics, but can already feel you grabbing his hand and keeping his pace up. The fear that runs through of bones of being caught is fucking intense right now, especially when you lean your head into Haechan’s neck and start sucking it.

             You can feel Mark try to pry his hand back and you chuckle at it, and you can’t stop smiling against your boyfriend’s neck when you feel Haechan’s hand over yours, holding Mark’s hand in place with more force.

             Mark’s eyes widen at the realization, relaxing his hand against both grips that are on it.

 “Wait–” He says in a raspy voice, looking between the two of you as Haechan peeps an eyes open. “How long have you been awake?”

             Haechan drops the act, removing his hand and now grabbing yours to place against his embarrassingly hard length. 

 “The whole time.” Haechan glares at him. “Too late to stop now, go on.” He encourages, wincing at the way you instantly grip him through his pants. “Make her cum.”

             Mark feels embarrassed again. Despite technically not actually being “caught”, he still feels ashamed of what he was doing, yet, his fingers are still in you. 

 “Let me see if you can make her cum,” Haechan continues, adjusting his body so that he can look down at what Mark is doing. “Move the blanket babe,” He looks to you. 

             Shoving the blanket down, Mark notes how your hand is palming against Haechan, and his fingers are inside of you. For some reason, Haechan being hard makes him feel a little less ashamed but still embarrassed. How is he supposed to perform under pressure like this?

 “Stop looking at us like that. If you’re not gonna continue, I'll finish her off myself – without you,” Haechan half-insults, half-encourages his best friend. 

             Mark moves his fingers again, the realization of being given permission washing over him so quickly that it almost felt like an orgasm running through his body. He can do whatever he needs to do to make you come. He doesn’t have to hide it, it’s not a secret. 

             Without a second thought, Mark pulls himself off the couch and stands to his feet to get between your legs. He looks between the two of you one last time and then down at your pajama shorts. For the first time, without asking, Mark pulls them off of you in one swift motion before falling to his knees and examining how wet you look pulsing around the loss of his fingers. 

 “How does she look?” Haechan asks with a quirk of his brow, bucking his hips up against your hand and tilting his head to kiss you on the temple. 

             Mark says nothing but swallows in response, forcing himself to focus on you and pretend that Haechan isn’t there studying the way he fucks into you. 

             When you let out a small whine at his silence, rolling your eyes the same time you roll your hips, Haechan chuckles and reaches to pull his own pajama pants down. If you three are gonna be doing this, might as well have fun with it. 

             Mark ignores it still, using his fingers to spread your lips and watch your hole continue to clench around nothing. Even without seeing your face at this moment, he can see how much you want this. Your glistening core is practically begging to be fucked by one of them, if not both. He makes haste, watching as your pussy envelopes three of his fingers at once, clenching them so tightly that he can feel them crowd together inside of you. 

             You whimper at it, rolling your hips forward to sink his fingers further into you. 

 “Can I lick her?” Mark asks, not moving his eyes from the way he can see your slick drip down his fingers.

 “Does she want you to?” Haechan asks, also not moving his eyes from the way your fist circles the head of his cock before sliding back down and making his shiver.

             You don’t even answer, and instead use your other hand to reach for Mark’s head, gripping his hair that’s in reach to you and dragging his face forward until you feel his breath on your clit. 

             Mark takes that as an invitation, instantly flattening his tongue against your hardened bud and sliding down. You can feel his fingers spreading you open, reaching into you so deeply as you begin to feel his tongue trace around his fingers at your entrance. 

             You moan, which makes Haechan turn his face and lift your chin as if to shut you up from showing pleasure towards another man. You find that sexy, cute even, so you reward your boyfriend and reassure him with a harsher grip against his cock, milking him of his precum and chuckling into his mouth.

             Mark doesn’t even care about what’s happening on the couch. He’s on his knees in front of you, tasting you, fingering you, and he genuinely thinks this might be heaven. He can feel his own length adjust in his pants, happy that the loose fabric accommodates the growth to full hardness. Mark already knows he’s not going to be getting off tonight by anything other than his hand, and he does not give a shit about it. 

             He licks against you as if you are the last woman on earth, honestly, and Haechan can’t even bring himself to be in competition with Mark at this moment considering how much attention you’re giving to him and not Mark. This could work, surely, he’s never seen you so horny over a simple handjob before. 

             You roll your hips against Mark’s mouth repeatedly, chasing your high as he continuously tries to accommodate every spot of your pussy that needs stimulation. 

 “He’s good at eating pussy–” You choke out, reaching to grab Mark’s head and hold him in place against your clit. You can feel his fingers pick up speed when you do that, and you can feel the vibrations of his groans against your clit even more.

 “Oh yeah?” Hechans laughs in a breath, darting his eyes to see Mark’s shoulder flexing as he fucks into you, his hair a mess between your fingers. “Better than me?” 

             You shake your head, eyes sparkling up at Haechan as he finally leans down to whisper to you.

 “Are you close? You seem close–”

             You nod this time, rolling your eyes back a bit when Mark intentionally licks circles around your clit and pumps his fingers painfully fast into you. 

 “Don’t tell him,” Haechan warns, fucking himself against your now loosened grip. “Do you want me to take over?”

             You say nothing back but Haechan can see your body tense. He makes haste, jumping up from his spot and practically shoving Mark out of the way to get between your legs. 

             Mark doesn’t even know what’s happening, the loss of your warmth around his fingers and the taste of you lost all too quickly as he watches Haechan bottom out into you in one go. His best friend’s fingers replace was his tongue was doing, and Mark watches the way you lay breathlessly against the couch. 

             Now is his time, he guesses. Reaching one hand into his pants, he shows no shame in using his slick-coated hand to furiously slide up and down his length at a pace he wishes he were fucking you at.

             There, on his knees, Mark pushes and pulls himself to the edge in time with you. He watches your face and watches the way your hands grip against Haechan as he fucks into you at a pace that looks painful. The sound of slaps in the room coming from all three of you, finally, you come undone. 

             He watches the way you hold Haechan’s hips in place, burying himself into you as you quiver around him, and only then does Mark let out a choked moan, coating the inside of his pants with strings of white. 

             Just as quickly as you hit your climax, your eyes lazily fall to Mark as he sits out of breath, wet spots staining his pants as Haechan continues to chase his own high. 

             The two of you look at each other for a long moment. You can’t help but feel that he looks entirely sexy when he’s spent and empty of his arousal. You don’t sense a hint of disappointment in his eyes as he looks back at you, breath uneven, not at all bothered by the fact that he’s not the one fucking you.

             Except he is bothered by it. He felt like he came so close to making you come, all for Haechan to step in and take over. Still, that’s your boyfriend. Mark feels lucky enough to even be part of this. And by the time Haechan finally comes, all three of you just look at each other. 

 “So,” Haechan sighs, out of breath. “She tastes good, right?” He smiles, proud of himself for not letting Mark make you come.

             You playfully slap against his head with a laugh, shuffling from the couch and standing to your feet. You examine the wet spot from where you were being fucked open by both of them and smile at it. 

 “Let’s go shower, again.” You sigh, grabbing Haechan’s hand and dragging him to the bathroom.

             Mark is left sitting there, still on his knees, processing what just happened. He could get used to this. 

 ~

           By the third night, Haechan is geared up and ready knowing full well that Mark has already touched you and he’s going to have to share tonight if your words are anything to go by. If you’re asking him to let Mark fuck you, it’s gonna have to be his way. 

             Your eyes sparkled when Haechan agreed in the silent morning as Mark slept like a fucking rock in the bed across the room. 

 “Don’t worry,” You assured him. “I love you, I’m just having fun.”

 “I know.” Haechan responded to you, silently and looking back at you. 

             He didn’t worry so much about it after last night, anyway. He got more into it than he thought he would, and the competition of it all got both you and Haechan off. Mark appears to be having fun too, and staying aware of the fake-ass boundaries the two of you set for him.

 “Tonight?” You look to Haechan and nod as you head off for the kitchen in an attempt to make something to eat for both of them.

 “Tonight, if he’s willing.”  Haechan responds, ultimately stirring Mark from his sleep. 

 “Good morning, you can sleep. She’s gonna make some food since we got her off or something.” Haechan says towards Mark as he stretches his arms and pulls himself out of bed. 

 “What were you guys talking about?” Mark asks as he hears your footsteps towards the kitchen fade away. The sleep in his voice is heavy and he clears his throat as he rubs his eyes. 

 “Nothing much. She wants to play a game later.” Haechan tries not to ruin the plan. 

 “Oh yeah, like what?” Mark sits up, reaching for his phone to check the time. 

 “Probably monopoly or some shit.”

             Mark notes that Haechan appears to not really want to get into it, so he drops it. 

 “We going to the beach today?” He asks, somehow not feeling awkward at all about last night. It almost feels normal now. 

 “Yeah, probably after we eat. Wanna go help her with me?”

             Something inside of Mark swells up at the invitation from Haechan to help you do mundane things. Boyfriendly things. As if the two of them are your boyfriends, and not just Haechan.

 “Gonna brush my teeth first,”

             Haechan nods, giving Mark a tired smile as he heads off into the kitchen after you.

 ~

             Mark isn’t sure if he’s thinking too hard about it or if he’s getting his hopes up. He’s a lover, not a fighter, and very much willing to share you if the two of you offered to involve him in the relationship more than just sex. Cooking in the kitchen with the two of you made him happy. Haechan was clearly in boyfriend mode, guiding you by the waist when you were wisping from one end of the kitchen to the other. Mark was also kind of in boyfriend mode, though the two of you probably didn’t catch on. It’s not that he’s trying to intrude, it’s just that, he kind of has a hard time fucking a woman and not having feelings after the fact.

             When Mark said you looked pretty, Haechan didn’t falter even a bit at the compliment. Instead, he smiled at Mark with a nod because of fucking course you look pretty. And when Haechan gave you a light kiss to the lips as you stirred something in a bowl, Mark found himself wanting to do the same. He knows he can’t though, so he keeps to himself in this little unsure bubble of what the two of you feel towards him. 

             The food was decent, save for the fact that none of you have stepped foot in a grocery store and are surviving off of what you brought in a cooler from home. Mark could tell some of the vegetables were wilted and needed to be cooked, thankfully, none of you enjoy letting food go to waste so that’s why you’re stuck eating it this morning. 

             It’s comfortable. Too comfortable. Especially when Mark takes it upon himself to do the dishes despite always arguing at home about doing them. Haechan finds himself in a strange kind of headspace too. Lightening up about the idea of Mark being around and touching you, but also, like, still being possessive because you're super into it. If Mark was anyone else, Haechan doesn’t think this trio thing would work out as well. Still, this is a conversation for after the trip. 

             By the time the three of you are at the beach, you make a show of yourself for both of them and anyone else who happens to be looking your way. If tonight goes anything like you want it to, you need them to be absolutely feral for you by the time the sun sets. 

             It works for the most part. Ghosting your hand over Mark’s cock under the water, blatantly grabbing Haechan’s out in the open just to see him buckle under the arousal of it being in public. You feel on top of the universe as their eyes go from bright to dark and full of arousal as the day goes on.

             When you part from both of them, heading back to the shore in order to find a bathroom somewhere, the two of them stay behind. You do your best in giving those two alone time too because surely they need to talk or something.

             That, they do. 

 “She’s doing all of this on purpose, you know.” Haechan laughs, wading in the water beside Mark. “How are you feeling about all of this?”

             Mark shrugs, avoiding the incoming wave and lifting his chin with a wince. “I’m feeling less weird about it now, I guess.”

             Haechan nods, looking at him and studying his expression. 

 “She wants to fuck you.”

             Mark can’t help but smile. He has no words to respond to what Haechan just said. 

 “Shockingly, I kind of want her to too.” Haechan splashes Mark as if he’s mad, but stands back as his best friend wipes his eyes. 

 “Yeah?” Mark’s eyes are beaming despite the redness of the saltwater hitting them, and Haechan just stares at him.

 “I don’t know man, I’ve never been into this kind of thing but like–” Haechan tries to explain, searching internally for a reason as to why he should hold onto the annoyance of sharing his girlfriend. “I don’t know.”

             Mark tilts his head, looking at him. 

 “It’s kind of fun?”

             Mark nods this time. He’s still getting the short end of the stick but he literally couldn't care less. 

 “I like watching and I like when you let me touch her.” Mark admits, glancing away and breathing in through an embarrassed wince over what he just said.

             For some reason, that sentence arouses Haechan. “When you let me touch her.” Mark is really giving full power to Haechan to control a sex life that isn’t his and it’s embarrassingly sexy to be given that power over another man. He’s not sexually interested in Mark, but he’s interested in Mark’s sexual interest for his girlfriend. Interested in controlling it. 

 “This is going a lot further than we ever intended it to.” Haechan asks, sinking himself lower in the water and thinking intently on what’s going to happen after the three of you get home. “Guess we will see what happens.” 

             Mark quirks an eyebrow. 

 “If I asked you to fuck her, would you?” Haechan continues, in his head, about why he feels like all of this is okay to him now. 

             Mark narrows his eyes, wondering if it’s a trap but ultimately nods. 

 “I mean, yeah, if you both told me to.” 

             There’s the control again. Mark blatantly gives it up just to get the smallest taste of what you share with Haechan. 

 “And you wouldn’t do it behind my back? Like, be for real with me right now.”

             Mark knows he would probably be too weak to say no to you. He thinks you know it too.

 “What makes you think she would go behind your back anyway?” Mark counters, challenging Haechan’s trust in you.

             And then it all makes sense. You wouldn’t go behind his back. You’d tell him everything, you’d involve him, or you’d at least ask if you can fuck his best friend behind closed doors. 

             It all feels like it’s falling into place too perfectly, and that’s the only uncomfortable thing about this. Haechan looks at Mark and then shifts his eyes over to the shore, where you’ve come back from your adventure to the bathroom. 

 “Nah, you’re right.” Haechan assures himself, standing back up and waving over to you. “Just keep in mind that she’s my girlfriend and I’ll be the one to make her come.”

             Mark is well aware that you’re not his, Haechan doesn’t have to rub it in.

~

             Though Haechan never explicitly stated that Mark would be able to fuck you tonight, it became increasingly obvious as the day went on. Even as you blatantly touched him in front of Haechan, he would simply avert his eyes from Mark and carry on with whatever he was doing. 

             By the time the three of you got back to the house, Mark had to fucking fight himself to not jerk off in the shower. Clearly you were wanting to have fun again tonight if the sheer amount of touching throughout the day is any indication. The showers from all of you went by far too quickly to ignore as well. Mark thinks he beat his record speed of being out and dressed in under six minutes. You and Haechan, opting to shower together, made Mark think the two of you would go in there and fuck behind closed doors, but even that didn’t happen as the two of you were leaving the bathroom in under fifteen minutes. 

             Now, the three of you are in this beach house away from a city that is far too familiar to you. The air feels electric but also slightly awkward. You don’t know how to start, Haechan certainly doesn’t know how to start, and Mark simply needs the green light to make his attempt at whatever the fuck is supposed to happen. It’s a knowing kind of look that the three of you share as you head into the bedroom one by one. Mark doesn’t know if he should get onto his own bed, or yours at this point considering he hasn’t exactly been told what’s supposed to happen. 

             He didn’t have to think too hard though, as he trails in behind Haechan who guides you to your own shared bed with him. Mark stands there in silence, watching the way both of you pat your hands on the bed as if to invite him in. 

 “Shit, this is really happening?” He asks, almost wanting to cover his ears and cringe at the way he breaks the silence. Haechan nods to him with a small shrug.

 “If you want it to?” You ask, scooting closer to Haechan and feeling him move a hand to your thigh. 

             Mark is careful when he makes his way to the bed, glancing at both you and his best friend as if the gig would be up soon and you’d both start laughing at him for believing that this is happening. Instead, though, you adjust yourself and your boyfriend on the bed as Mark makes his attempt to find a space for him to claim.

             Now lying on your back, head on Haechan’s lap as you both watch Mark, he sits himself awkwardly on the side of the bed and stares forward. 

 “Bro, why are you being all shy now? You literally ate her out last night.” Haechan laughs, reaching forward and over you to spread your legs out. Your bathrobe does little to hide the lack of material underneath, already bare and ready for both of the men in the room. 

 “I don’t know!” Mark argues, glancing over at you and instantly drawing his eyes to what’s beneath the robe. He tries to look away with a gulp of whatever the fuck he was going to say next, but ends up double taking at the view of you being presented to him by Haechan. “I’ve never done this before…” Mark trails off, voice coming to a whisper as he shamelessly stares and the arousal begins to take full hold of his body. 

             You shift your hips a bit, as if to grind yourself against nothing to show that just like him, you can be desperate too. 

 “Fuck,” Mark sighs out, shifting his body fully onto the bed and facing you. 

 “Go on,” Haechan encourages, noting the way his friend is practically drooling at the image of you in front of him like this. 

 “Should I just,” Mark stops, looking at Haechan and avoiding eye contact with you. “touch her? like, what are my limits?’ 

             Haechan honestly doesn’t care what he does as long as you want it but, what he’s damn sure won’t happen is Mark getting head from you. He can eat you out all he wants but your mouth is to never be on him in any way, shape, or form without being told to do it by Haechan himself. 

 “Help him out.” You comment, flicking your head back a bit to look at Haechan from under your lashes. He smirks at you in responds with a small nod. 

 “Remember, you can just tell us to stop if you change your mind,” Haechan directs towards Mark as he leans forward and pulls him closer to you by his arm. Mark falls a bit, on all fours right between your legs as he stares down at your folds. He says nothing in response to Haechan, now lost in the world of getting to taste you again and wondering how many more times he will be granted permission to do this. 

 “Lick her?” Haechan demands in a question, one that seemingly makes fun of Mark for not having touched you yet. “Get to it before I make you watch again.”

             Mark listens, granting Haechan a nice little ego boost as he hums from behind you at your sharp inhale when Mark kisses against your clit. Still, this is going to happen his way and if Mark thinks he can eat pussy well, he’s about to learn.

             Haechan leans forward, your body leaning with him as he harshly grabs Mark’s hair, pressing his lips against you harder, guiding his head up and down. “Stick your tongue out–” Haechan demands, ultimately controlling how Mark eats you out from above. 

             Strangely enough, Mark allows it. He sticks his tongue out the moment Haechan demands it, and allows himself to be guided by the hair against your pussy. He groans out against you, tasting you again despite it not being of his own free will. Would Mark prefer eating you out the way he wants to? Absolutely. Does the feeling of having his head guided between your legs also kind of get him off? Oh, fuck yeah. All he has to do is imagine it’s your hand doing it. 

             You, however, watch as Haechan pulls Mark up, still by the hair, and looks at him. 

 “Tongue fuck her, I’ll take care of the rest.” He says, releasing Mark and watching the way he sinks down between your legs again. 

             Making it easier for him, you prop your legs on his shoulders, ultimately boxing Mark in against your sleek and glistening hole. It isn’t long before you feel his tongue circling, inserting against your walls. It’s not a lot to go off of, but god he looks so good between your legs like this. The image only gets better when Haechan unties the loose knot of your robe and pinches against one of your nipples, his other hand going straight to your clit and rubbing it just the way you like. 

 “Can you cum on his tongue?” Haechan asks against your ear, holding you against him with the hand playing against your nipple. “Let him really taste you?” 

             You nod to him with a moan, shifting your hips as if to fuck yourself on Mark’s tongue. Each pinch against your nipple sends a sensation straight to where you’re being stimulated the most, and yeah, you can definitely come on Mark’s tongue if he keeps trying to reach as deeply as he is now. 

             Haechan’s fingers are experts when it comes to your body, he could have you falling apart right here, right now if he wanted to, but he doesn’t. He watches, instead, the way you tighten your legs around Mark’s head to pull him in closer. The way his best friend doesn’t even come up for air is laughable, but he gets it. 

             When your boyfriend rubs your clit faster, it has you chasing Mark’s tongue harder, and when you chase Mark’s tongue, he makes a point to lick every crevice you have to offer in order to entice moans and groans of his name from your mouth. 

             When you start to tense up, Haechan knows exactly what it means. He lurches forward again and pulls Mark away from you, reaching back just as quickly to rub your clit harder.

 “Watch her cum,” Haechan smiles, abusing your clit just the way you love it until your legs are shaking and falling from Mark’s shoulders.

 “Fuck,” Mark sighs out, watching your pussy drip out its continuous orgasm. Without any indication from the two of you, he takes the risk and dips back down, tongue lapping up the mess of your arousal and humming against your folds in a beautiful desperate mantra.

 “Oh god–” You choke out, jolting from the sensitivity of his tongue toying with your pussy, Haechan continuing to press your orgasm further, not relenting even as sensitivity takes hold. 

             Mark licks up every single bit of it and Haechan watches him, feeling you continuously quiver in his grasp as you come down from the high. 

 “Now, fuck her.” He smiles, looking down at you and the way you already look dazed.

             Mark shoots his head up to look at Haechan, instantly he’s nodding and practically throwing his pants off. A true desperate show of how much he wants to be inside of you. 

             Both you and Haechan examine Mark when he pulls his cock out. You’ve seen it before but never in its full glory. He’s big. Bigger than your boyfriend, thicker than your boyfriend.

             Haechan glances down at you with an ‘are you sure you wanna do this?’ look and all you can do is chuckle and wiggle your hips as if to entice Mark to fuck you so senseless that Haechan appears to be jealous again. It wouldn’t take much, really, because Haechan is jealous right now. He needs to make damn sure you know that his cock is the only one that can make you scream, regardless of size. 

             Mark watches the two of you share looks and instantly gets a bit shy, doesn’t change the fact that he’s gently jerking himself off in preparation though.

 “Condom?” Mark asks, obviously.

 “No,” You say, nudging him closer again with your leg. “Im on the pill and you live with us, I know for a fact that you haven’t been fucking around.”

             More shy now, Mark averts his eyes as he shuffles his way closer, all the way until he can feel his cock pressed against your leg. In one last attempt before he goes off the deep end, he looks to Haechan for approval and is granted it almost instantly with a nod. 

             He slides in, painfully slowly in your opinion, but to Mark it’s like he’s trying to feel each ridge, clench, and wall around him as he does it. You wince only a little at the size, taking a deep breath and grabbing Haechan’s hand when he bottoms out. 

             Mark attempts to let you adjust, but it doesn’t go as smoothly as he wants to because the second he pulls his hips back, he’s slamming into you with a force he didn’t even know he had. The sounds you let out as he does this has Haechan going fucking insane, you can feel his cock against your back continuously twitching as Mark fucks into you. 

             Only when you keep your eyes on his best friend does Haechan move from under you, replacing himself with two pillows as he stands at your side. 

 “Look at me,” He demands, lowering his pants enough to let his cock spring free and in front of your face. “Stop looking at him,” He continues, stroking himself as he stares down at you.

             This is what you want. You want them to fight for your attention right now. Thankfully to Haechan, Mark is in his own world, head thrown back as he continuously plows into you with the obvious need of a man who hasn’t had sex in months. 

             You stare up at Haechan then allow your eyes to fall to his cock in hand, without hesitation you open your mouth for him.

 “Good girl,” He praises, setting his cock on your tongue and allowing you to feel the weight of it before he slowly slides further into your mouth. “How does it feel to be fucked from both ends?” Haechan asks with a bit of a demeaning tone. “Is it everything you ever wanted?” He asks again, this time sliding further down your throat before taking hold of your head and holding it in place.

 “I bet it is.” He continues through a sigh, effectively fucking your mouth open much like his best friend is doing to your pussy. 

             One thing Mark doesn’t seem to catch onto is the fact that both you and Haechan are talkers during sex. Mark, not so much, so when your mouth is gagged by a cock, he has no choice but to listen to Haechan talk to you. 

             Mark’s hips stutter only slightly when you gag around your boyfriend, all because that gag appears to travel down your body. Your pussy clenches him so tightly that he could honestly start crying right now if it wouldn't end with him being made fun of. 

 “Do that again–” Mark moans, gripping your legs and spreading them away from his hips. He angles himself a bit more by placing both hands under your ass and pressing into you again, this time stilling his hips so he can feel your walls jerk him off. 

             Haechan smirks, not knowing what the fuck Mark is referring to. 

 “Do what again? Gag her?” He asks, jolting his hips forward and again sliding down your throat.

             You gag, and your pussy constricts.

 “Goddamn, yes, that.” Mark almost whines, trying to press his cock into you even deeper. 

             Haechan looks down at you and the way your eyes start to glisten with tears. He knows they’re good tears, especially with the way you try to smile around his cock. 

 “So dirty,” He compliments, sliding out of your mouth and wiping a tear from your cheek. “This okay?” He continues. Knowing you like it, but he still needs to get that confirmation considering this is new to all three of you. 

             You nod with a moan and a deep breath, grabbing his cock and sinking it straight back down your throat. Haechan seethes a string of curses when you do that. You’re too fucking good at deep-throating and it’s driving him up a fucking wall how hot you are right now. 

             Being fucked open is one thing, but being fucked open from both ends is another. Even with Mark practically cockwarming himself with you, you can feel how rock hard he is inside of you, his thickness consistently putting pressure against your g-spot. God, you feel so full.

             Haechan elicits gags from you, pulls out so you can breathe, and then goes right back to fucking your mouth at his own pace. Mark, on the other end, has since lost all form of self control with your last gag. Your pussy is so wet around him, clenching him so fucking tightly, he can’t help it when he grips your ass firmly and essentially gags you himself with how hard he begins to fuck into you. Even Haechan is thrown off by the way you stop sucking and your mouth goes slack.

             He slides out of your mouth, listening as a drawn out moan of Mark’s name comes from your lips. 

 “Look at her,” Haechan glares, forcing Mark to slow his hips and look at you. 

             Mark is looking, watching as your eyes fall to him and you buck your hips up as if to ride yourself on him. 

 “God, please Haechan, can she ride me?” Mark loses composure, slipping his hands out from under your ass and grabbing your waist. 

             Haechan doesn’t even get to answer, he can see you look at him with pleading eyes. You want to ride Mark. He bows his head in approval and wonders when the fuck he became the third wheel in his own relationship, that is, until you sit yourself up, push Mark back, and settle yourself on his thighs. 

             You don’t move as you look at your boyfriend, your pleading eyes now turning to concern as he stands by himself off of the bed. For some reason, it comforts him. 

 “She takes it so well, right?” Haechan averts his eyes to Mark, getting behind you on the bed and settling down with his cock in hand. “Ride him babe,”

             So you do, rolling your hips forward and backwards in a way that has Mark slipping in and out of you with ease. He can feel you drip onto his legs and honestly, he’s in fucking heaven right now as he places both hands on your thighs and stares directly at his cock disappearing inside of you. 

             It’s a shame really, considering being ridden is one of Mark’s weaknesses. 

 “Can I cum in her?” Mark blurts, his hips attempting to fuck into you despite your weight on him keeping his hips down. “Haechan, please? Can I cum in her?” 

             His questions come out frantic, pleading for the ability to release his control and absolutely let you fuck him into oblivion, but he waits, now halting your hits from moving as if to contain the load he’s about to release without permission. 

 “What if I say no?” Haechan laughs, gripping his cock and watching the way Mark twitches inside of you. 

             You move your hips again, a small chuckle lightly coming out alongside Haechan as Mark hits rock bottom and somehow spirals further down. 

 “Shit, shit!” Mark groans, urging you to lift up a bit as he painfully begins to slam into you.

             Haechan can hear his cum seeping out of you with each plunge of his cock, he can see the white running down Mark’s legs and goddamn it’s way hotter than he anticipated it being. 

             Without a second thought Haechan is pulling himself up and positioning himself behind you. He doesn’t say a word as he presses the small of your back forward and prods his cock at your entrance. Right there beside Mark, he slides in with an uncomfortable stretch. 

 “This is how you fuck my girlfriend,” Haechan groans, feeling your pussy hug around his cock and his best friend’s. He can already feel Mark going soft, but he doesn’t relent. Haechan starts moving his hips regardless, fucking Mark’s released load back into you with impossible speed.

             Honestly, Haechan is on cloud 9 listening to both of you whine and moan. Neither of you stopped him, and even Mark finds the sensitivity of his cock being fucked against as insanely pleasurable though painful. 

             You’re staring down at Mark, and he’s looking up at you as Haechan continuously stimulates you both. At this moment, you’re both in this together and Haechan has full control. Deserving control, you think. Smiling at Mark, you drop your head to his neck and start talking. 

 “You felt so good,” You praise him, moaning at the way Haechan slams into you. “Can you get hard again?”

             Mark simply nods because he cannot, for the life of him, think of words right now. He’s already feeling his arousal coming back to him. Even Haechan feels it, in the way his softening cock manages to get hard again within mere minutes. He’s never been able to get hard again that quickly, but then again, Mark was practically pussy starved so he doesn’t question it. 

             The fit inside of you grows tighter and tighter as Mark’s cock wakes up to the overstimulation, all the way until all three of you are wincing at the drag of Haechan continuously fucking into you.  The sound of moans, slick, and heavy breathing is all that can be heard when Mark moves his hips at an opposite rhythm of Haechan. 

 “Oh, shit–” Haechan moans, throwing his head back and looking down at how impossibly stretched open you are. “You’re doing so good, so fucking good–” He babbles on, praising you, or Mark, he doesn’t even know at this point. 

             Overstimulated, his cock feels as though your pussy has a death grip on it as he continues to squeeze along size Mark’s length, your pussy clenching them so tightly that Haechan barely has to move at all to feel like he’s fucking the daylights out of you. Mark’s small thrusts only push the orgasm to the edge for both you and Haechan. The head of Mark’s cock drags alongside Haechan’s length with each thrust and it has him nearly gasping for air when his orgasm hits him.

             Mark hasn’t stopped moaning, nor have you. Who has control in this situation? Not a single person, not even Haechan, as he frantically bottoms himself out and shoots his cum against the impossibly tight space inside of you. Haechan’s orgasm ignites yours, your g-spot having been stimulated this entire time, you nearly squeeze so hard that they both are forced out of you, but they fight the sensation, continuing to bury themselves into you through your high.

  Haechan’s now spent cock slowly slips out of you after your orgasm, he sees you slump over Mark whose cock is still hard inside of you.

             Mark struggles to orgasm again so he pulls out of you the moment Haechan shoots a look at him, as if to tell him to stop. Still in his aroused state of mind though, Mark practically shoves you back onto Haechan as he works himself up to whatever orgasm he has left by his own hand. 

             It takes a moment, but you feel his second load hitting against your thighs not long after and all that’s left to do now is assess the damage. 

 ~

             There was no damage. Even as Haechan apologetically begs you to tell him the truth. To tell him he went too far, or was too rough. You liked it, and you hate that you have to convince him of it. 

 “You sure you’re okay?” Haechan asks, kissing you once after you nod with a dazed smile. “And you?” Haechan averts his eyes to Mark, who is sprawled out regaining his breath at the foot of your bed.

 “I’m great, actually.” He says, looking over to Haechan with a dopey kind of smile. 

 “You’re both insane,” Haechan finally releases a breath of relief, realizing how much you and his best friend have in common sexually.

 “You didn’t like it?” You ask, and Mark nods along with your question to look at Haechan.

 “Of course I fucking liked it.” 

 “Then what’s the issue?” Mark asks, sitting himself up now and pretending he doesn’t get a headrush almost instantly. 

             Haechan thinks hard about it. Is there even an issue? Did he ever expect to actually share his girlfriend with Mark this way? Of course not, but it doesn’t change the fact that all three of you enjoyed every bit of that. Plus, Mark doesn’t appear to be super competitive and listens to everything Haechan says to do. 

             Who wouldn’t be turned on by that kind of control anyway?

 ~ EPILOGUE ~

             Mark has become a constant fixture in your sexual relationship with Haechan now, but he doesn’t step out of line much to Haechan’s pleasure. Even now, months down the road from the beach vacation, all three of you came to terms with the fact that Mark wants to stay, and so do the two of you. 

             Rent is split three ways, you’re split two ways, but you get it all. Truly, you feel like you have the best end of this bargain. Even now, Haechan tends to have more private sex with you as if to avoid constantly living in the world of kinks and pushing boundaries. You enjoy it. You love sharing moments with him without Mark around, and even when Mark does walk in on it, he doesn’t stay most of the time because now, when it’s meant to be for all three of you, Mark is blatantly invited. He knows now that any sex he isn’t aware of isn’t for him, despite it being the complete opposite from before. 

             It’s a comfortable kind of thing. Even if the three of you don’t talk about it outside of these walls, it’s what you like, it’s what they like. Even Haechan has loosened up a bit more about you and Mark together. It’s not like you’re dating him, but your boyfriend has actually implied you go busy yourself with Mark when he’s exhausted or too tired to fuck you himself. If anything, when you do go and busy yourself with Mark, Haechan usually ends up watching anyway. 

 “Mark,” Haechan says from across the room playfully. “I hope you know that she’s still my girlfriend and I will always be the one to fuck her better.”

 “You’re really gonna say that after I was the one who made her cum twice last night before you even got your cock out?” Mark laughs. 

 “She’s my girlfriend.” Haechan glares but Mark can see his smile.

 “I know. You keep her happy.” Mark drops the playful act and decides to genuinely let Haechan know. 

 “Unfortunately, your cock is required for her happiness sometimes.” 

 “No, his cock is required for fun. You are required for my happiness.” You interject, reminding them that you literally live here too.

 “And that’s why this little arrangement works out.” Haechan agrees, lifting himself to kiss you. “Only I get your love and affection. Mark just gets 30% of your orgasms.”

 “10% of yours too, apparently.” Mark shifts his eyes to Haechan.

 Haechan does remember the few times he’s let Mark fuck you and grew so aroused by how you act with his best friend in contrast to himself, that yeah, he guesses he can give Mark and his huge cock some credit for making him come a few times, but really, it’s because he’s seeing his girlfriend stretched out and cock stupid, definitely because they both whine in unison over him. At the end of the day, it’s cute, especially because Mark can still never fuck you as good as he will. You may be cock-stupid for his size, but you’re cock-drunk for how Haechan works it inside of you.

 And so, it appears that Haechan is in a happy relationship with you, a healthy one. One where he’s perfectly comfortable cleaning his best friend’s cum out of your hair. 

 ~

#mark lee smut #haechan smut #nct127 smut #nct smut #nct mark smut #nct haechan smut #nct dream smut

[kiachiako]

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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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.

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