#nct markhyuck fluff

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CHALLENGERS: markhyuck x reader

cw: 18++ reader is kinda like tashi, challengers quotes in green, a bit of tennis lingo i had to google LOL. markhyuck are lowkey pathetic losers in a hot way, cussing, flirting, innuendos with tennis racquets, slightly switch! haechan but mostly dom, mark slight switch! (markie is mostly subby at first), switch! reader, tennis is kind of hot idk, degradation/name calling, ass slapping, don’t be silly wrap ur wily!, fat cock haechan, alcohol and cigarette mention, CUNT!!!!!, fingering, making out, blow jobs, use of the word “sir”, boys kissing. (this is my first time writing smut LOL)

“Mark, you really fucking suck,” Haechan teases, his laughter and voice bouncing around the court.

Haechan jogs to the corner of the court grabbing his chunky bottle of gatorade, chugging it down as dewey sweat drops, drop from his sun-kissed complexion. He then jogs back over to join Mark again, Haechan reaches over the net and hands the bottle to Mark. The black-haired boy grabs it as he thirstly chugs the remaining liquid, not caring about the drops of sweat rimming the bottle from Haechan or the slight backwash his friend left.

“Thanks,” Mark utters with a half-hearted grin as he walks back to his spot on the court. He picks up his tennis racket, gripping it as he takes a spare neon tennis ball out of his black gym shorts before serving the ball to Haechan, who is locked in, ready in position.

The ball bounces between the boys rhythmically as the two best friends engage in lively banter about the happenings in their lives: from girls to tennis to the excitement of their favorite artist releasing a new album. They babble back and forth, eagerly awaiting the moment when one of them slips up in their exchange.

"That's game!" Haechan's voice echoes across the court as Mark's racquet swings through empty air, narrowly missing the trajectory of the ball. With precision, Haechan had delivered a swift and well-placed shot, leaving Mark scrambling to catch up. The ball zips past him, its velocity a testament to Haechan's pure skill. Mark's dark brown eyes follow the ball's path, a mix of frustration and admiration evident in his expression, as he realizes he's unable to return the shot in time. With a defeated nod, he acknowledges the end of their match.

Mark rolls his eyes in frustration, his fingers tightening around the grip of his his racquet as he trudges to the corner of the court where his backpack lies in wait. Beads of sweat glisten on his forehead, evidence of the intensity of their match, he bends down to retrieve his bag, his chest rising and falling with each panting breath. With a quick sigh of relief, he unzips the side pouch and fishes out a bottle of water, the cool liquid soothing his heated throat as he takes a refreshing sip, quenching his thirst.

Meanwhile, Haechan approaches with a light jog, his movements fluid and effortless, really showing off his endurance. With practiced ease, he scoops up his red duffel bag, effortlessly tucking his racquet inside before hoisting it onto his shoulder with a nonchalant shrug. Mark watches with a mixture of envy and admiration, always impressed by Haechan's composure even after theirs grueling matches and practices.

"Yo, let's go," Mark suggests to his friend, signaling toward the exit of the court. The chestnut-haired boy beside him simply nods in agreement.

As they stroll side by side, they leave the court behind, lost in the thought of getting to go home; and let loose by playing video games so loud their neighbors complain.

"Ahem, watch where you're going," Haechan hears a sharp voice cut through the air, and he looks up to find a girl standing directly in his and Mark’s path. She's clad in an old grey tennis competition shirt from 2021 and a matching tennis skirt, her hair pulled back into a sleek ponytail. The sunlight dances off her radiant skin, unadorned by makeup, its clear to testimony to her natural beauty. Her finely plucked eyebrows arch elegantly above her big doe eyes that exude a natural confidence, she holds onto a duffel bag in one hand and a baby blue tennis racquet in the other, the ribbon in her hair mirroring the color.

"Holy shit," Haechan gasps, caught off guard by her presence, while Mark shoots him a quizzical look. The girl, however, remains unfazed, her demeanor poised and self-assured.

"So, are you going to stand there with your mouth open, or are you going to apologize for bumping into me?" she demands matter-of-factly, her gaze fixed on Haechan as though she were towering over him with her confidence alone despite, Haechan being quite a few inches taller than the girl.

"Uh, yeah, my bad," Haechan stammers, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly.

Mark elbows Haechan, confusion etched on his face as he wonders why his typically quick to fire back friend would allow someone to talk to him like that. The girl's piercing gaze shifts between them before she directs her attention blankly at Mark.

"You kinda suck, not gonna lie," the girl remarks, her tongue clicking in a somewhat condescending manner, a twisted smile playing at the corners of her lips. Mark is taken aback; he was used to Haechan poking at him about his skills, but hearing it from a stranger irritated him.

"And who even are you?" Mark retorts, his tone laced with skepticism.

The girl raises an eyebrow, unfazed by his challenge. "I was watching you guys play. You play really sloppy, you don’t know how to focus, and your serve is pretty shit," she says casually, her words cutting through the air like a well-aimed volley.

“Like you could do any better," Mark fires back defensively, his confidence wavering slightly as he notices Haechan's nervous laughter, a rare occurrence from his usually cocky friend.

"Hmm, well then, play me?" she suggests casually, her smirk showing a hint of amusement. "My teammate is running a bit late. I don’t mind taking you on as a warm-up."

With graceful poise, she lightly jogs to one side of the court, positioning herself with effortless confidence. As she stretches her toned legs, her movements deliberate and fluid, Mark can't help but admire the beauty and strength evident in her slender form.

Haechan shot Mark a disapproving glance before his hand swiftly met the back of Mark's head with a resounding smack.

"You're an absolute idiot," Haechan grumbled, irritation lacing his words. "Do you have any idea who that is?"Mark's head tilted in confusion as he shook it slowly, indicating his lack of knowledge.

Haechan shot Mark a disapproving glance before his hand swiftly met the back of Mark's head with a resounding smack.

Haechan let out an exasperated groan, his frustration sketched all over his face. "For someone who spends so much time on the court, you're clueless about the social scene.

That's MOTHER FUCKING Y/N L/N, one of the most formidable players at the college level. She's undefeated, has crazy-ass brand deals, and let's not forget, she's drop-dead gorgeous. Easily in the top three of my 'women I'd let fuck me with my tennis racquet list, and she's not second or third, I'll tell you that much."

Suddenly, it dawned on Mark. Though he had never seen her up close, the name Y/N L/N had circulated in his head at one point or another, whether through passing mentions or Haechan's enthusiastic discussions about her tennis prowess. She was undeniably beautiful, but her reputation for arrogance and rudeness preceded her, making Mark annoyed at the thought of facing her on the court.

"Are you two gonna jerk each other off all day, or are we here to play tennis?" Y/N's voice interrupted, punctuated by the thud of a tennis ball landing at their feet. Mark snapped into action, catching the ball and grabbing his racket, positioning himself on the opposite side of the court.

"Your serve first, princess," Y/N says with a smirk, her competitive spirit evident as she awaited the match to start.

Haechan's gaze shifted from Mark to Y/N, He stood on the sidelines, practically drooling, mesmerized by the presence of the infamous tennis player.

As Mark began to serve, Haechan couldn't help but mutter under his breath, "His serve kinda sucks," observing with a critical eye as Y/N effortlessly returned the ball, her movements graceful and fluid.

As the games goes-on, Mark began to understand why Haechan had spoken so highly of her. Y/N's skill on the court surpassed anything he had ever witnessed. The way she wielded her racket with precision and power was mesmerizing, almost enchanting. It was as if she weren't just playing tennis; she was conducting a symphony of athleticism and beauty , each stroke executed with a her own powerful flair that bordered on ethereal.

Caught in the spell of her dance-like performance, Mark found himself growing increasingly frustrated with his own skills. He could only watch in awe as Y/N dominated the game with her masterful strokes and unwavering focus. It was a sight to behold.

His train of thought was abruptly interrupted as Y/N served the ball, and Mark, caught off guard by her skill and agility, missed his return. Her laughter, light and melodic, filled the air as she declares the game is over.Y/N sways up to the net, her eyes gazing at Mark intrigued with a mix of scrutiny.

“You really do suck," she stated matter-of-factly again , her tone holding a hint of brutal honesty. "But you've got crazy potential. You don't give up easily, and that's a good trait."

Mark's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Is that supposed to be a compliment?" he retorted, a tinge of defensiveness creeping into his voice.Y/N shook her head, a faint smirk playing on her lips.

"No, it's supposed to be a critique," she clarifies, her gaze unwavering.

She then shifted her attention towards Haechan, nodding approvingly. "Your friend over there, the one with the brown hair and tiny man-whore shorts, he's not bad at all. Pretty good, actually. But you," she turned back to Mark, her expression serious, "you'll never catch up to him if you keep playing like that."

Mark felt a surge of annoyance bubbling within him. Who did this stranger think she was, passing judgment on his skills just because she was some kind of "tennis god"? Before he could voice his protest, Y/N cut him off, her words piercing through his thoughts like a sharp blade.

"Let me coach you."

Mark's jaw dropped in disbelief, a mixture of shock and irritation coursing through him."You're taking pity on me? How lucky I must be," he scoffed, rolling his eyes in frustration.

Y/N merely shrugged, unfazed by his sarcasm. "Well, yes. You should be very lucky," she replied, her tone unwavering as she extended a once and a lifetime offer.

Y/N flashed a mischievous grin as she extended her offer, her eyes darting towards Haechan, who hovered nearby like an eager labrador puppy."You can bring your little friend too," she quipped, her tone teasing yet serious . "Just tell him to lay off on the 'Fuck me eyes.' He's very obvious with it."

Before Mark could protest, Y/N continued, her words cutting through his initial resistance just like her well-aimed serve.

"If you actually want to get far in life, you need to be skilled at hitting a ball with a tennis racquet," she stated bluntly, her gaze unfazed as she laid bare the reality of the situation. Mark let out a defeated sigh, his insecurities gnawing at him as he hesitantly nodded in reluctant agreement.

"So, are you gonna give me your number?" he ventured, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

Y/N's lips curved into a playful smile. "No! You have to earn that," she replied, her demeanor unyielding yet playful. "Just meet me here tomorrow at 6 am."

"6 am? You're crazy," Mark exclaimed, his disbelief evident in his tone.

"Yes, I fucking am," Y/N replied nonchalantly, already turning to meet up with her teammate who arrived a little bit ago. "Bye."

"Wait, you're not even gonna ask for my name?" Mark called out, his frustration mounting as she walked away without a backward glance.

The girl hummed slightly, a mysterious smile dancing on her lips as she jogged up to her teammate, enveloped in a cloud of laughter and chatter.

Mark let out a heavy sigh as he approached Haechan, who stood with raised eyebrows, his curiosity piqued by the encounter."We've got to be here at 6 am tomorrow," Mark announced, his tone a mixture of resignation and disbelief. "She offered to coach me."

Haechan's eyes widened in surprise, a grin spreading across his face as he processed the news. With a hearty clap on Mark's back, he exclaimed, "Mark Lee, you dirty bastard!” Grabbing Mark by the arm and pulling him away, their laughter echoing across the tennis court as they made their exit.

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"You're late!" the girl's voice rang out across the court, her tone sharp with annoyance. "Yeah, well, some of us aren't used to waking up at 6 am," Haechan retorted, his tone laced with sarcasm as he jogged onto the court alongside Mark.

The girl scoffed, her irritation evident as she shook her head. "Which is exactly why you guys will never get better than where you are now," she shot back saying, her gaze piercing as she focused on Haechan. "You aren't that bad at all, but you have a big ego, and you won't get very far with that attitude, I'll tell you that."

Haechan tilted his head, muttering under his breath about her audacity, but the girl paid him no mind as she shifted her attention to Mark.

"And you.. YOU need my help the most," she continued, her tone firm and slightly unkind. "Don't waste my time again."

With a click of her tongue, she flashed a brief smile before announcing about today’s drills.

By the time their intense session came to an end, the boys' bodies felt as if they had been through a meat grinder. Every muscle screamed in protest, their arms threatening to detach from their sockets, and their hair clung damply to their foreheads. Gasping for breath, they dashed to their water bottles, gulping down the refreshing liquid before Y/N could subject them to any more torture.

Leaning against the fence surrounding the court, the boys found temporary solace, their bodies sinking gratefully into the cool metal. Y/N approached them with a slight smile, her demeanor more relaxed now that the intense training session was over.

"Not too bad today," she remarked, glancing at her watch, the time reading 9 am. Her gaze shifted back to the boys. "Keep practicing like this, and you both might actually stand a chance against other players."

With a collective sigh of relief, the boys slumped down against the fence sitting on the ground, finally allowing themselves a moment of peace. Surprisingly, they found themselves not minding Y/N's presence as she joined them, the three of them sitting in comfortable silence.

From that day forward, their routine was set in stone. Four times a week, at the ungodly hour of 6 am, Mark and Haechan met Y/N on the court. She pushed them to their limits, mixing half-assed compliments with snide remarks, but beneath her tough exterior, she was undeniably a good fucking coach.

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Before the sun could even rise on the clear day, Mark and Haechan piled into Mark's sleek black car, the engine humming to life as they head to the tennis field. The clock on the dashboard read 5:40 am, showing their intense dedication to the crazy Y/N’s early morning training sessions.

"You know, I think we are kinda warming up on her more more," Mark speaks up quietly, his gaze focused on the road ahead as he maneuvered through the empty streets. Haechan nodded thoughtfully, his brow furrowed in contemplation. "You still don't think it's weird she hasn't asked for our names or our numbers?"

Mark tilted his head in consideration before shaking it. "Nah, I think she's just weird like that. Who knows?"

With a nod of acknowledgment, Haechan launched into a passionate discussion about an upcoming women's tennis match, his enthusiasm showing as he detailed the fierce competition from renowned colleges across the country and even internationally.

"You think she's got this in the bag?" Haechan inquired, his curiosity evident as they neared their destination. "There's some pretty sick competition out there." Mark nodded fastly, his confidence unwavering. "There's no one as good as her, I'm convinced. Not with that fiery personality."

Haechan chuckled in agreement as they pulled into the parking lot, the quiet hum of their conversation dissipating as they exited the car and joined their "coach" on the court, ready to tackle another challenging session Y/N is about to throw at them.

The boys positioned themselves on opposite sides of the court, their anticipation making them shake as they awaited Y/N's next move. With a smile playing on her lips, she spoke up, her voice carrying a playful edge.

"As you know you guys have a competition soon," she remarked, her observation drawing their attention back to their upcoming match, momentarily forgotten amidst the excitement of the women's tournament.

"Do you guys think you're ready?" she inquired, arching an eyebrow expectantly. Mark and Haechan exchanged glances, their minds racing as they mentally assessed their readiness. With a determined nod, they both replied in unison, "Yes."

“Good, because whoever wins gets my phone number,” Y/N declared with a teasing smirk, her words sparking a competitive fire within the boys.

Despite her occasional harshness, both boys found themselves growing increasingly fond of her, their admiration morphing into a subtle crush on the elite tennis player. On days when she wasn't with them, their conversations inevitably drifted towards the egotistical but enigmatic girl, filled with friendly banter and playful jabs about who could win her “heart” first.

The boys' faces lit up with excitement as they eagerly awaited Y/N's next move, her mischievous gaze locking onto theirs with a playful glint in her e/c eyes.

"Now get off the court, I have a competition soon and I need to practice," she commanded, her voice carrying a hint of urgency beneath its casual tone.

"You made us come here at 6 fucking am to tell us this?" Haechan half-yelled, his frustration bubbling to the surface as Mark groaned, upset at the lost opportunity for precious sleep.

"Yes, I did. Now leave, you idiots are gonna distract me," Y/N retorted, her tone firm yet tinged with amusement.

The boys exchanged annoyed groans, not even surprised by her antics anymore, as they gathered their belongings getting ready to leave.As they began to walk away, they heard her airy voice call out from behind them, her words carrying a rare soft warmth that opposed her tough exterior.

“I would love it if you guys showed up at my game tomorrow," she called, her smile evident even though they couldn't see her face.Though their heads weren’t facing her, both boys felt a giddy anticipation stir within them as they made their way off the court.

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The next day, both boys arrived at the tennis court, their anticipation piling up with each step as they navigated through the bustling crowd. Their day had been a whirlwind of non Y/N tennis practice and classes, and they couldn't help but wonder if they should have skipped the latter as they scanned the packed arena. Coaches from various schools, students, and eager spectators filled every available space, their collective excitement palpable in the air.

After some searching, the boys eventually found two seats in the stands, settling into the middle row adorned in their red college tennis t-shirts. Mark nervously chewed on a churro, his heart racing as his anxiety starts to spike, as he awaited the start of the final game. Now while they boys were confident in Y/N's abilities, their nerves were stirred by the buzz surrounding her opponent, a formidable German player who had garnered quite a reputation.

Mark's hearts was beating fast as he fidgeted in his seat, his mind swirling with thoughts of the impending match. Haechan, ever the calming presence, turned to him, rubbing his back in a comforting gesture.

"Chill out bro, she'll do fine," Haechan reassured him with a laugh, reaching over to take a bite of Mark's churro. Mark offered a weak nod in response, his apprehension still evident despite his friend's attempt to ease his nerves.

"Dude, I know, but still," Mark sighed, his eyes glued to the court below as they waited for the match to begin, their hearts pounding in unison ready for the match to end before it even started. Both boys sat on the edge of their seats, their eyes glued to the court below, anxiety coursing through their veins as the announcer's voice resonated through the overpriced black speakers.

“Ladies and gentlemen, thank you all for coming to the 2023 women’s tennis final. Let's welcome to the court two formidable competitors tonight: representing the home team, we have the fiery powerhouse, Y/N L/N!”The crowd erupted in thunderous cheers, and Mark and Haechan joined in enthusiastically, their voices ringing out amidst the excitement.

Their breath caught in their throats as they watched Y/N dash onto the court, a vision of athleticism and grace. She wore an all-white Adidas tennis dress, accented with a red bow that proudly displayed her school colors. Her hair was woven into an intricate braid, and her pristine white shoes hinted at the elegance she always brought onto the court. Clutching a slightly red racquet, which appeared to be brand new, Y/N's face radiated with a contagious smile, her confidence contagious as she waved to the crowd, her eyes locking onto Mark and Haechan with a warmth that sent a surge of excitement through them.

As the announcer introduced her opponent, Ingrid Schmidt from Germany, the cheers were more subdued. Ingrid, with her blonde bouncing ponytail and deep scowl, exuded an aura of intense determination that stood in stark contrast to Y/N's easy confidence.

The two girls approached the net, and Y/N extended her hand in a gesture of sportsmanship. As they shook hands, Y/N leaned in to whisper something in Ingrid's ear, a playful glint in her eye. Ingrid's reaction, a dismissive eye roll and a scoff, only fueled the intrigue, leaving Mark and Haechan to speculate on the nature of their exchange as the game started with competitive tension hanging in the air.

The tennis match unfolded like a symphony, with a flurry of powerful serves and lightning-fast volleys dancing across the court. Y/N and Ingrid engaged in a fierce battle, their movements a graceful fusion of athleticism and finesse. Each exchange was punctuated by blistering groundstrokes that landed with pinpoint accuracy, showcasing the players' unrivaled skill and determination.

Despite Ingrid's insane skill, it was evident to everyone watching that Y/N was simply in a league of her own. Mark watched in awe as Y/N moved across the court with a fluidity that seemed almost otherworldly. With each swing of her racquet, she effortlessly unleashed a torrent of power and precision, her movements reminiscent of a prima ballerina performing Swan Lake, her ponytail bouncing with each graceful step.

"FUCK!" Ingrid yelled in frustration as Y/N unleashed a particularly devastating shot, causing Ingrid to slip up and miss her return.

"Code violation, Schmidt!" the announcer boomed, but Y/N merely smirked, her confidence unshaken as she watched her opponent falter. The boys could only watch in awe as the game resumed, Y/N's serve eliciting gasps of admiration from the crowd. It was a sight to behold, the ball soaring through the air with speedy grace and elegance that seemed almost surreal.

As the mix of cheers and chatter stretched across the court, the tension in the stadium reached a fever pitch. Despite Ingrid's valiant efforts, Y/N maintained an easy lead in points, inching closer and closer to victory with each passing moment. And finally, after a somewhat tough battle that left both players breathless, Y/N delivered the winning point, her triumph met with an eruption of applause and cheers from the crowd.

As Ingrid angrily beat her racket in defeat, Y/N let out a giddy scream of victory, her exhilaration contagious as she basked in the praises of the crowd. Mark and Haechan quickly made their way down to the court, eager to congratulate their friend on her well-deserved win, their hearts swelling with pride and admiration..

The boys begin talking over each other showering her in compliments. “That was the hottest shit I’ve ever seen in my life. Haechan says. “Please do my balls like that next.” Y/N laughs as Mark elbows him- “No but seriously- Mark begins You were incredible today. I mean it wasn't even like tennis, it was an entirely different game.”

“You’re truly amazing.” Y/N smiles at them before embracing both of the boys. They both stand their surprised at the randomsudden affection.

“Thank you guys.” She says earnestly. Before reaching for mark’s phone

“Open this.” She states. Mark nods quickly entering his passcode.

“WAIT HOLD UP you’re giving him your phone number because he was glazing you but not me.” Haechan says almost pouting.

“No you idiot.” Y/N says. I’m having a party tonight a bunch of rich pricks and coaches are gonna be there, I thought I would invite you guys. the boys look at each other surprised before nodding.

“Dress nice please Minhyung and Donghyuck.” she says smiling, showing her teeth.

“WAIT YOU KNOW OUR NAMES???” the boys say at the same time surprised.

“Well yes why wouldn’t i..” the girl says tilting her head at their dumb question. “Well you never asked.” Haechan states and we don’t even go by our government names.” Mark finishes.

“i did a bit of research.” she smiles before someone calls her name. she waves a goodbye at the boys before jogging to a crowed calling her name.

“She’s so fucking weird, I know her pussy is crazy good.” Haechan says jokingly, as Mark watches her fade into a crowd of excited people.

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Now despite being a college student, Mark harbored a distinct distaste to parties and overly large crowds. Haechan, his roommate, embodied the opposite end of the spectrum—a typical frat boy wannabe who attends all the biggest parties. Throughout their 3 years at college, Mark was convinced Haechan had attended every party every thrown on campus or off, a feat Mark found perplexing considering the consistency of his friend’s hangovers and yet his remarkable ability to maintain attendance in classes and excel at tennis.

Haechan sauntered into their shared college apartment’s living room, clad in a sky blue button-down polo paired nicely with khaki trousers that accentuated his well-defined thighs. He settled onto the couch beside Mark, his gaze eyeing Mark’s figure as the latter nervously tapped his foot. Mark, sporting a fitted long-sleeved button-down that showcased his growing biceps and snug blue jeans cinched with a belt and adorned with a silver chain, playfully punched his friend.

“Try-hard,” Haechan teased, eliciting a playful jab from Mark in response. “Ready to bounce?” Mark inquired, retrieving the keys from their weathered brown coffee table. With a swift exit from their apartment, they made their way to Mark’s black car, leading the way to the address provided by Y/N.

As the engine hummed softly, the boys lounged in the car, nodding along to the tunes dancing from the radio while engaging in casual banter. It was a familiar ritual, comfortablity filled the air between them. However, Haechan couldn't resist bringing up their upcoming tennis match.

"You're in for a challenge, Mark. Let's face it, you've never been able to beat me," Haechan teased, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Mark chuckled, a hint of defiance in his response. "Hey, I've been putting in the work. Don't be surprised if I give you a run for your money this time dickhead."

Haechan raised an eyebrow, slightly taken aback by Mark's sudden confidence. Their banter continued, laced with friendly jabs and laughter, each remark fueling their competitive spirits.

“Desperate for her number, huh?” Haechan retorted, a smirk playing on his lips. “You’re the one talking about letting her mess with your balls, Hyuck.” Mark shoots back.

Their laughter once again fills the car as they continued to playfully joke with each other, the excitement of the evening's events adding an extra layeto their exchange. Finally, they arrived at their destination—a sprawling mansion adorned with luxurious sports cars lining the street.

After a brief struggle to find parking, they made their way inside, greeted by the pulsating beats of dance music and the buzz of animated conversations. The high-class surroundings dazzled them as they navigated through the crowd, their eyes drawn to the grandeur of the estate.

Amidst the sea of glamorous guests, they found themselves, settling into two chairs to get a full layout on the type of party the were at. Snacking on treats and sipping on beers, they exchanged jokes and observations, enjoying the rare opportunity for both of them to be at a party.

Suddenly, their attention was drawn to her, and both Mark and Haechan found themselves momentarily transfixed on the figure in front of them. Y/N emerged onto the dance floor, a vision of ethereal beauty that left them speechless. Her h/c hair, usually styled in a braid or ponytail, cascaded in loose waves around her shoulders, adding to the enchantment of her presence. Clad in a stunning green floral dress that hugged her curves perfectly , the fabric shimmered softly under the glow of the lights, leaving an impression of effortless elegance.

Today, Y/N had adorned herself with a touch of makeup, enhancing her already captivating features. Dark and sleek eyeliner accentuated her mesmerizing doe eyes, while her long lashes fluttered with every movement, like butterfly wings. Her lips, painted a delicate shade of pink, appeared plump and inviting, complementing the subtle flush that graced her cheeks. Despite the challenge of dancing in heels, she moved with a grace that seemed otherworldly, just like how she looked when she played tennis. Absolutely fucking stunning.

As the music shifted to "Flashing Lights," her gaze met theirs, and with a subtle beckoning gesture, she invited them to join her on the dance floor. The boys, affected slightly by the buzz of their drinks and the allure of her presence, eagerly rose to their feet and made their way towards her.

“As i recall i know you love to show off”

Y/N greeted them with a warm smile, her eyes alight with mischief. "Well, look who decided to grace my little party with their presence," she remarked, her voice carrying a playful tone as she welcomed them into her world.

"Little?" Mark's voice squeaked incredulously. "I've seen so many famous tennis players, 'little' my ass. Y/N couldn’t help but giggle at Mark’s remark. “Excuse me for trying to be a bit humble then,” she replied, her laughter filling the air as her hips swayed to the beat of the music. Taking both boys by the hand, she pulled them into a lively dance, their movements synchronized effortlessly.

"But I never thought you'd take it this far,"

Haechan’s eyes fixed on Y/N, not being able to hold backing on complimenting her. "You look really good, Y/N," he remarked, his admiration evident in his gaze.

“What do i know”? (flashing lights)”

“What do i know? (flashing lights)”

"Thanks," Y/N replied with a smile, her eyes flickering between the two admittedly handsome boys. "You guys clean up nicely as well," she added, a genuine warmth in her voice that sent a flush to both of their cheeks.

As the music boomed around them, they danced in perfect harmony, their laughter mingling with the beat. Y/N's eyes danced between Mark and Haechan, a playful glint in her gaze as she observed their lidded expressions.

"You guys aren't half bad dancers," she teased, her words punctuated by their shared laughter.

"I know it's been awhile, sweetheart. We hardly talk. I was doing my thing."

The boys shared a playful giggle as they took turns spinning Y/N around the dance floor, their laughter mingling with the pulsating rhythm of the music. With each twirl, they savored the fleeting moments, their movements synchronized. As the music reached an end, Y/N leaned in close, whispering something in each of their ears, causing their faces to flush with a shared understanding.

Grabbing their hands with an air of determination, Y/N led them through a pathway that wound its way through the backyard of the estate, the fading music serving as a backdrop to their little secret adventure. As they emerged from the wooded area, the tranquil expanse of the beach stretched out before them, the gentle lapping of the waves providing a soothing melody to their senses.

Taking seats on chairs arranged by the shore, the trio settled into a comfortable silence, the cool sea breeze mingling with the warmth of their shared company. Y/N, her eyes sparkling with mischief, couldn't resist a playful jab at their indulgence in alcohol before their upcoming games.

"Drinking is kind of stupid when you both have games tomorrow," she teased, her gaze flickering between the boys. Tempted to flick their foreheads for this.

Haechan rolled his eyes, retrieving a cigarette and offering one to Mark before lighting it for him. Y/N raised an eyebrow at the gesture, declining the offer with a faux disgusted giggle.

"Hell no, those are nasty," she exclaimed, her voice light hearted.

Haechan shrugged nonchalantly, taking a drag from his cigarette. As Y/N e/c orbs peer into Mark’s. “That’s exactly why y’alls stamina is so shit. You’re killing your precious lungs.”

Mark chuckled at the girl reprimanding their bad habits, he crosses his legs as he blew smoke into the air. “Yeah, yeah, whatever,” he replied, his tone laced with amusement before moving to another subject.

"So, why exactly did you bring us here?" Mark inquired, his gaze drifting towards the ocean as Y/N turned to face the vast expanse before them. His heart skipped a beat as he admired her beautiful side profile, captivated by her pure natural allure. With a shrug, Y/N remained silent, leaving an air of intrigue hanging between them as they all savored the serenity of the moment.

"I dunno, it was getting loud over there, and I didn't wanna fake socialize with people who aren't better than me," Y/N explained with a smirk, her eyes twinkling mischievously as the boys chuckled at her honesty. It was a classic Y/N move, prioritizing authenticity over superficiality.

"So, you're hanging with us because we're on your level now?" Haechan teased, a smirk playing on his lips as he observed Y/N's reaction.

Y/N burst into laughter, shaking her head in amusement. "Nah, you guys are just decent company at times," she replied lighthearted, the conversation flowing effortlessly between them easily. As the three go quiet again, Haechan felt a surge of boldness wash over him. Whether it was the influence of the alcohol, Y/N’s captivating beauty, or the buzz from the cigarette, he blurted out the idea of Y/N coming over to their apartment later that night.

Y/N's soft giggles filled the air, and Mark groaned inwardly, already bracing himself for the inevitable rejection. To their surprise, however, Y/N nodded in agreement.

"Oh, what the hell, why not?" she replied with a shrug, her playful demeanor sparking a newfound excitement in the boys.

"But you try anything funny, and I will beat you to death with my racquet , and I mean that," she added with an scary grin, her warning laced with a hint of seriousness that sent a shiver down the boys' spines. With nervous laughter, they led her back to their car, their minds buzzing with anticipation for the night ahead.

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The car ride was enveloped in a tranquil silence, the soft strains of "Good Days" gently filling the airwaves as Mark navigated the familiar route to their off-campus apartment. As they pulled into the parking spot, Haechan gracefully exited the passenger seat, extending a courteous gesture to Y/N who had opted to sit in the back. "After you, milady," he quipped, offering his hand to assist her as they made their way towards the apartment.

Mark fumbled with the keys for a moment before finally unlocking the door, gesturing inside as he ushered Y/N in. "Welcome to our humble abode," he declared, a hint of pride evident in his voice as Y/N surveyed the surprisingly tidy surroundings.

The apartment exuded a cozy charm, with vinyl records and album posters adorning the walls, interspersed with a smattering of tennis plaques and a vintage karaoke machine nestled in the corner. A case of beer awaited in the living room, a silent invitation to unwind and enjoy the evening.

"Wow, it's really nice in here," Y/N remarked, slipping off her heels and settling onto the inviting gray couch.

The boys followed suit, with Mark offering Y/N a beer, which she graciously accepted. As they cracked open their beverages, the atmosphere relaxed further, the alcohol warming their throats and each others presences filling the room with warmth.

Seated on the couch, they engaged in casual conversation, with Y/N initiating a series of random personal questions that sparked laughter and semi-detailed answers. Before long, the effects of the alcohol began to take hold, their inhibitions loosening as they found themselves sprawled on the floor, Y/N playfully investigating them from her perch on the couch. As the night unfolded, they embraced the weird intimacy of their shared moments, the alcohol-induced haze adding to the boldness of their hangout.

"How long have you known each other?" Y/N inquired, her curiosity piqued as she leaned back on the couch, her eyes flickering between Mark and Haechan.

"Since we were 12," Mark replied, launching into a detailed account of their shared history, recounting the years spent at a preppy all-boys boarding school.

“It makes sense, you guys seem really close. Not gonna lie, I thought you were boyfriends at first,” Y/N admitted with a half-serious tone, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. “And as much as I tease you guys, I’m not a homewrecker,” she added, her words causing both boys to flush crimson and nearly choke on their beers.

"No, no, it's nothing like that," Mark interjected hastily, wiping his beer-covered mouth with the back of his hand. Despite his initial embarrassment, Haechan couldn't help but giggle as a memory from a few years ago resurfaced.

"Well, actually..." Haechan began, but Mark caught wind of what he was about to say and attempted to interject. However, Y/N's curiosity was piqued, and she leaned forward, her attention solely focused on Haechan as she urged him to continue, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.

"Well, a few years ago, Mark needed help learning how to kiss a girl, right?" Haechan started, prompting an audible groan from Mark, who buried his face in a nearby pillow, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

Haechan continued, his laughter slightly slurred from the alcohol. "So, he asked for my help," he admitted, wiggling his eyebrows playfully as Mark retaliated with a punch to his arm.

"Markie over here didn't lose his virginity until he was like 20, and he definitely was late on kissing girls," Haechan teased, earning another embarrassed groan from Mark. "So, around this time, we were about 17 or 18-ish, and little Markie here comes to me, all upset, saying some girl from his class asked him out, but he's nervous because he's never kissed a girl before."

Y/N nodded, intrigued by the unfolding story, her eyes flickering between Haechan and Mark. "So, we sat in my bedroom, watching kissing videos on fucking pornhub, weird, right?" Haechan chuckled, glancing at Mark, who looked away in embarrassment.

"And then I told him to apply that to me," Haechan continued, his tone tinged with amusement. "And we kissed. He actually wasn't too bad, surprisingly, a bit better than some of the girls I've been with," he confessed honestly raising his arms up , chuckling as Mark reprimanded him for telling the story.

"See, I knew there was something between you two," Y/N remarked with a giggle, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she leaned back on the couch, reveling in the shared intimacy of their conversation.

“Ugh, it was one time. I’d rather have a tennis ball hit at my balls full speed than kiss him again.” Mark whines as Haecahn laughs at the boy.

For a minute the room went silent at the and Y/N stared at both of the boys mischievously before sitting up on the couch and patting each spot next to her.

“Come here,” she says, eyeing both of the boys as they both perk up in synchronicity.

“Which one of us?”

Y/N just shrugs as both boys quickly join her on the couch.

The tension in the air is electrifying as Y/N turns to face Haechan. His big brown eyes are beautiful and full of mischief; she’s never been this close to him before, and she can see the little moles on his face, which fit his golden skin so well. She leans in, landing a kiss on his soft, plump lips. She whines into this kiss, slightly tugging at his hair as he squeaks at the sudden pain, which felt so good at the same time. She can taste the cigarette smoke on his breath with the combo of beer and peppermint he and Mark popped in the midst of their earlier conversation. The taste was so addicting that she almost didn’t want to pull away.

Mark is sitting on the other side of her, watching everything go down. His heart is beating out of his chest, and he feels blood rush down his pants. He doesn’t know if he feels jealously or turned on, maybe a combo of both, but holy shit, this has to be the hottest thing he’s ever seen.

Haechan whines as his eyes flutter open, his eyelashes tickling Y/N’s cheek as he slowly pulls away , watching as Y/N turns to mark.

“Don’t think I forgot you, Markie.”

The boy blushes at the nickname he’s never heard her say before, and he can feel himself getting more and more antsy as she leans in, crashing his lips into hers.

Not to much surprise, Mark was way more of a messier kisser than Haechan. Maybe it was just desperation, but Mark was practically eating Y/N’s mouth, devouring her entirely. Haechan giggled watching Mark try and be in control, only for Y/N to bite his lips, causing him to yelp a bit as his pink lips open slightly and Y/N takes this opportunity to stick her tongue in his mouth. After awhile, Mark gets a hang of it, and their tongues dance in each other's mouths, swapping spit that tasted of alcoholic peppermint nicotine, and cherry lipgloss which only made them feel more dizzy.

She threads her slender hands through Mark’s pitch-black hair. Tugging it like she did Hyuck’s causing Mark to moan loudly into her mouth. Y/N giggles against his mouth before slowly separating a trail of spit, connecting their mouths together.

“Okay no homo, but that was so fucking hot,” Haechan says, staring at the two lust evident in his lidded eyes as they all giggle at his remark.

“Come a bit closer. Y/N commands softly but sternly. Both boys quickly obey, not questioning her intentions one bit.

Y/N turns again to kiss Haechan, he eagerly engulfs her lips, as Y/N feels a strong hand trailing her body, to her surprise not wanting to be left out Mark’s hand is swirling on her thigh, hiking up her floral green dress before tracing his hand around her whole body finding her neck.

Y/N moans from the stimulation of Haechan’s tongue, hungrily exploring her mouth and then desperate touch of Mark’s finger tips surveying her neck. Mark then latches his mouth on Y/N’s neck, causing an high pitched moan causing her to pull away a bit from Haechan. The slow peppered kisses turn into biting as Mark sucks little mark’s on her neck (lol). Haechan grabs her thighs, before moving close to kiss her deeper. He can feel her mouth vibrate in his as his friend leaves trails all along her long neck.

Haechan being competitive person he was, moves his hand up closer, finding her soaked black panties and trailing his fingers around hee clit slowly from the outside. Y/N arches her back in pleasure unintentionally moving away from Mar’s assault on her neck.

“Holy Shit, you’re so fucking wet.” Haechan stammers in awe. Y/N needly whines as Haechan moves his fingers a little bit more.

"I can’t believe you’re getting off to this; you’re so weird.” He says, laughing, as she rolls her eyes too horny to argue.

Mark, who is just as competitive, was raking his brain trying to figure out how to one up on Haechan. He begins to move his hand down from her neck, to her dress so he can grope her tits. Before he could get a chance, Y/N swiftly pushed the boys back, seizing their hands of in a sudden, decisive move. Their faces morphed into surprise and confusion , gazing at her with pleading, puppy-like expressions.

She coos as them opening her mouth to speak, her throat slightly hoarse from their activities. Turning to Mark, she plants a gentle kiss on his lips, then repeats the gesture with Haechan. With a smirk on her face, she draws both of their lips close to hers, initiating a three-way , all their lips drunkily taking each other's in, in a blissful haze. They weren’t worried about anything in the world other than tasting each other. Moans escape their lips, the sounds were so lewd, but melodic at the same time. Their tongues poke out exploring one another eagerly, mingling saliva as they hungrily devour each other's essence.

Y/N leans back, her eyes half-lidded, savoring the scene unfolding before her. In a sneaky movement, she removes herself from the embrace of the two boys. Watching as, the brown and black-haired boy’s become lost in each other's lips, completely oblivious to the fact that Y/N is no longer in the middle.

Sensations of warmth and arousal intensify within her as she continues to observe the scene before her, slowly biting her lips lustfully. With each passing moment, their kisses grow more fervent, each boy trying to fight for dominance. Haechan emerges victorious, asserting his control over Mark with a deep moan inducing kiss. His fingers tangle in Mark's soft hair, eliciting raspy moans of desire from the other boy. Haechan responds with a throaty groan, deepening their kiss with an insatiable hunger to please.

Y/N gasps softly, as she moves her hand to her black panties, slowly sticking her hand in and playing with her clit area as she softly pants, watching the scene in front of her.

The boys come to an erupt stop, as their ears hear the melodic voice of what seems to be an angel in disguise. They open their eyes and look at each other, both of the boys eyes were blown out, their pupils huge and lips swollen as they back away from each other. They turn their attention to the girl laying back on the couch in-between them, they eyes follow her delicate fingers, watching her play with her soaked cunt caused by them. A groan is drawled out of both of the boys, both of them hard as they feel their pants strain against them.

Mark's gaze scans over Y/N's form, taking in every detail before exchanging a knowing glance with Haechan, silently conveying his intentions. With a mischievous grin, he moves towards Y/N, prompting her to let out an unexpected shriek as he scoops her up into his arms.

As Mark carries her, Haechan follows closely behind, their footsteps echoing through the hallway as they make their way to Haechan's room. Haechan throws open the door, and Mark gently sets Y/N onto the bed. Y/N confidently giggles, scooting back against some soft pillows as Mark gets up to close the bedroom door.She looks up and down at the boys, before clearing her throat.

“I’m in charge. I hope you guys know that,” she says, crossing her arms as Mark joins Haechan and her on the bed.

“And for the love of God, use condoms; I don’t know where your dick’s have been.” She snickers as Haechan points to the dresser next to her, signaling her to open it.

She opens a brown drawer to find a pack of condoms before tossing them on the bed.

“How often does this happen? going after the same girl, I mean?” Y/N says, giggling.

“Not as often as you think” Haechan says, as Mark nods, saying they tend to have different types.

Y/N hums looking at them.

“What makes me so different?”

The way she said it was so sultry, almost like it was a challenge, which, for some reason, turned on the two even more.

“Please let us show you.” Mark says, inching closer, and Y/N nods at the eager boy, patting his head.

“Be my fucking guest.”. she replies shortly.

She slowly pulls off her dress, revealing the fact she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her tits sit perfectly, and she turns to Haechan as she hears a loud groan from him. She giggles, slowly taking off her pants, getting a gasp from Mark.

“Ugh, Y/N, please stop teasing us.” Mark says strained. His eyes were dark and desperate, as the girl ahushed him before flinging her panties at him. Catching them he brings his nose up to the piece fabric taking in the scent and groaning.

“You’re such a freak,” Y/N says, laughing before turning her attention to the two boys equally.

 “Strip,” she says in one word, and in a whirlwind, both of the boys are sitting on the fluffy, king-size bed naked in front of her.

“Fuck.” Y/N mutters, looking at the two.The vigorous practice, plus the diet and gym routine she had given both of the boys, had them looking too fucking good. Both of their bodies were so toned and sculpted, with flat tummies and abs that would make any Greek god jealous. Y/N let out a small moan at this beautiful sight.

“Eager, much?.” Haechan cheekily says, eyeing her.

“Don’t get too cocky; remember, I’m the one calling the shots.” She says she is crawling towards the boy, grabbing his chin and squeezing is cheeks. Haechan nods. gazing at the girl, not even wanting to argue with the beautiful goddess in front of him. She then turns to face Mark, grabbing his chin as well with her free hand.

“Show me how bad you fucking want me,” she whispers loud enough for them to hear.

All of a sudden, hands are everywhere, grabbing at everything. The room is filled with desperation, sweat, and melodic sounds as both boys explore Y/N’s bodies. Their eyes took everything in as their fingers delved into every part of her body before Haechan decided to sink a slender finger in her cunt, receiving a shaky moan.

“Shush, baby, it’s okay; we’ve got you,” Mark says.

“Mmhm, we are going to take such good care of you.” Haechan adds, slowly pumping his finger in and out, feeling it get wetter and wetter.

“Fuckk, you’re so fucking wet.” Mark says watching as his best friend's fingers go in an out-of Y/N’s puffy cunt, he can’t help but slowly rub himself at the sight.

“Shut up, I’m in charge.” Y/N huffs out before being shushed.

“Oh, please, you love this; you’re so fucking wet from watching me and my best friend play with each other and play with you.” Haechan hums, adding an extra finger and slightly speeding up.

“You’re going to be so good for me and Markie, hm?” Haechans says, watching as the girl's eyes roll to the back of her head, slowly muttering a defeated, “Mhmm.”

“Damn, I wasn’t expecting you to give up this easily, he says before turning his attention to Mark. “Quit playing with your dick and join me.” He scoffs as Mark’s hands glide against Y/N’s tits, flicking and toying with her nipples, listening to the sounds of her moans like it’s the most beautiful song he’s ever heard.

He lowers his mouth to her perfect tits, clasping his mouth on the buds before sucking rhythmically. Y/N’s back arches, her cunt clenching around Haechan's fingers.

“Fuck Mark, keep doing that; her little cunt is squeezing my fingers so tight; fuckk, I bet it feels so good.”

Mark moans at his friends words as he sucks harder and plays with the other tit in his hand.

“Yeah, good boy, keep doing that.” Haechan says watching at how both Y/N and Mark react to the praise he gave Mark.

Mark groans at the praise, eyeing Haechan as intensifies his pace, eliciting louder and more desperate cries from Y/N. Her orgasm approaching rapidly, her moans escalating in getting higher and higher. However, just as she fills her organs about to wash over, Haechan abruptly stops, leaving Y/N to bolt up in frustration. "Ah! Why did you stop?" she groans, her expression a mix of defeat and longing, her eyes pleading with Haechan as Mark retreats, creating space between them.

“Because I don’t want you to cum yet,” he simply says.

“You need to cum on one of our cocks.” He adds, causing both Mark and Y/N to lewdly gasp.“Our Markie has been so good, don’t you think?” Haechan says, looking at y/n, her eyes sparking as she nods.

“Why don’t you give me a little treat? You know he’s been practicing so hard just to get your attention, just to get your number.” He trails off, and I think he deserves this“.

Y/N nods slowly, getting off the bed, and finding her way on her knees. She watches as Mark turns to face the edge of the bed, eyes looking down at her, and she swears she can see his heart being out of his chest.

“H-Hey, Y/N” Mark stutters lustfully.

“Hi Markie,” Y/N says just as lustfully before tracing a hand on his thigh, slowly grabbing his hard cock and pumping it.

Mark immediately reacts, bucking his hips as he lets out groans at the sensation.

“Open your hand.” Haechan says to Y/N as he sits next to Mark.

The girl obeys; opening her hands as Haechan spats in them. Mark tilts his head quizzically, then he feels his best friend's warm spit on his cock being pumped by the girl of any persons dreams, and he can’t help but absolutely lose his mind in the moment.

Haechan closes the small distance between him and Mark, his breath hot against his ear as he murmurs words of praise and desire, fueling the intensity of this scene. With a sense of urgency, he pulls Mark into a passionate kiss, their lips meeting in an electrifying embrace. The intensity of their kiss sparks a reaction from Y/N, who widens are mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip of Mark's cock, sending shivers coursing through his body as she begins to softly suck.

Breaking away from the kiss, Mark guides Y/N's flowy hair, urging her to go deeper, whimpering cutely in the proces. She complies, knowing exactly how to please him. Mark's head falls back, his hair disheveled, strands clinging to his forehead like he's just emerged from a heated tennis match. Occasionally, his gaze meets Y/N's big, doe-like eyes as she works her magic, causing a surge of arousal mixed with a pang of overwhelmingness to ripple through him. At this point Mark unable to tear his gaze away, even as the heat of the moment threatens to overwhelm him.

As Mark's hips buck forward, Y/N's hand travels up Haechan's thigh, her fingers finding his thick hard cock, guiding it with deliberate precision. "Holy fuck, this slut knows how to handle cocks," Haechan moans appreciatively, his voice thick with desire as he encourages her to quicken her pace. “Maybe tennis isn’t the only thing you’re good at- He stammers barely finishing his sentence so loss in pleasure. Y/N groans around Mark’s cock, as she can sense him getting closer by the twitching of his legs.

Sensing that he’s about to cum, she takes her hand off of Haechan, focusing all her attention on Mark. His exclamations of "fuck," "shit," and "dude" fill the air, punctuating the intensity of the moment as he edges closer to climax.

She takes him in the back of her throat as she feels his cock twitch in her mouth, releasing a slightly sweet and salty thick liquid, which she swallows half of before getting off her knees and turning to kiss Haechan, Mark’s cum still in her mouth.

Although he just came, Mark can feel himself getting hard all over again watching Y/N and his best friend swap his cum in their mouths before they swallow, it backing away from each other, smirking.

“Good job, Markie." she says pinching the boy's cheeks before she feels two bodies pin her down.

 “Ah, we aren’t done with you just yet.” Haechan says as Y/N gulps a bit.

“Remember I said I wanted you to cum all over our cocks?”Y/N nods as Haechan smiles wickedly, looking at Mark. “So that’s exactly what you’re going to do.”

“Mark, sit and watch how I tame this slut.” Mark nods obediently as he watches Y/N whimper at the degrading nickname. He watches as Haechan quickly slips a condom on and positions himself right in between Y/N’s sticky thighs.

“Beg for it,” Haechan says, looking down at the girl.

“Oh, cmon, Donghyuck, stop it.” She sassily says using his full name.

This causes Haechan to softly grab the girl's neck and getting near her ear.

“Be a fucking good girl and beg; you know you fucking want it.” He demands sternly, signaling that he is not playing any games. Y/N gulps before opening her mouth to beg.

“Please, hyuckie, I need your cock so bad, please fuck.” She breathed out slightly embarrassed, causing Haechan to evilly giggle at her submission.

“Fuck, I wish you could be like this all the time. He says as he slowly slips the tip in, causing the two to both moan.

“Oh fuck, this hurts.” Y/N whimpers, her eyes watering, as Mark glides his hand over her hair, playing with it, hushing her and whispering sweet words.

“Oh, cmon, you can’t take it,” Haechan says, slowly lowering himself more as he feels her tight pussy squeeze around him.

“See, you’re squeezing around me, and I can feel you getting wetter, you fucking love it,” he says, bottoming out and pushing his fat cock into her.

She moans, almost crying, as Mark continues to play with her hair, trying to calm her down as Haechan begins to go at a steady pace.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking tight and wet, you’re swallowing my fucking cock whole.”

Y/N moans in esctacy as the pain fades into pure pleasure.

“S-sooo good, hyuckie.” She purrs, her eyes squeezing closed .

“Aht, open those pretty eyes doll, Haechan says, reaching down to grab her face.

“Look at me when I’m fucking you, slut.” He ordered causing Y/N to gush around him, only makes him speed up.

“Yeah, you like that? You like when I degrade you while my soft little best friend coddles you, hm?” Y/N whimpers, shaking her head and babbling incoherent nonsense as Mark pulls her hair a bit.“Use your words when Haechan is talking to you baby.” Mark says, surprising both Haechan & Y/N.

“Y-yes, sir,” Y/N stammers.

“Well, who are you talking to, Haechan or Me?” Mark says sternly tugging a bit more as she utters both softly.

“Yeah, that’s our good girl,” Mark says, feeling this surge of confidence out of nowhere.

Mark watches as Haechan continues to fuck Y/Ns cunt, igniting a pang of jealousy within him. He wants more than anything to feel her warm cunt coating his cock. He groans at the thought of it, wishing he could trade places with Haechan.

Haechan laughs, looking at Mark’s desperate state, before raising an eyebrow practically reading the boy’s mind .

“You want a turn?”

Mark eagerly nods as, slowly pulls out of Y/N, she moans at the absence.

“Oh, don’t be so sad, doll; Markie just wants a turn.” Hyuck winks before moving so Mark can get in between her thighs. Mark shuffles off the bed before looking at Y/N’s needy state.

There was something so hot about seeing their arrogant, sassy “coach” absolutely fucking desperate. Her eyes were glazed and wet as a few tears stained her beautiful cheeks; the makeup she had on from the party was smeared; her lips plump and swollen; and in the dim bedroom light, he could make out the marks and hickeys from earlier on her neck.

His eyes trailed down to her cunt; it’s still wet and waiting to be touched. He notices that it’s a bit puffy and swollen from Haechan’s assault on it.

Mark groans, biting his lip before hovering over the girl closer.

“Hey!” he says looking down into her beautiful eyes.

“Hi Markie.” She gives me a half-smile, her eyes pleading to be used.

Before she could say anything else, she yelps as she felt herself being flipped over on her stomach. Mark quickly grabbing her hair into a make shift pony, as she arched back from pleasure and pain.

Haechan whistles as he makes a comment not realizing Mark was such an “ass guy” Mark ignored him and rubs y/n’s ass groaning before giving a small slap, she moans enjoying it more than she’d like to admit.

“You like that, hm?” Mark says, using his surge of confidence

“Mayb-.” Her sentence is cut off as she feels Mark slide into her wet cunt. She moans at how deep he feels. Haechan may be thick, but Mark’s cock was so long, and Y/N swears she can feel it hitting every spot as he begins to thrust.

“Fuck, you feel so fucking good.” He groans, pushing her face down into the pillow.

“Shhhhh, be quiet, baby,” Mark says, speeding up absolutely loss in bliss.

Haechan, on the other hand, was totally enjoying the show; he decided to let his friend take over because, for some reason, he had a feeling this wouldn’t be the last time something like that happened. So he sat on the other end of the bed, pumping his cock, watching his best friend fuck Y/N so desperately.

Haechan pumps his thick cock faster his tip is bright red and his hands slightly slippery, a mix of spit, cum, and the wetness from being Y/N’s warm cunt. Haechan moans, eyes glued at the sight.

Mark can feel himself getting closer and closer as he speeds up.“F-fuck mark, I'm going to cum please, please.” Y/N whimpers into the pillow; they can almost barely make out her garbled speech as Mark speeds up even faster. He reaches his hand to toy with her clit, causing her to cry into the pillow in pleasure.

“Fuck yes, cum all over my cock, baby, show me how good we make you feel,” Mark moans, feeling his orgasm catch up as well.

With one hand Haechan lifts Y/N’s head up from the pillow as he feverishly pumps his thick cock. Reaching his breaking point , he groans her name, glazing her face in his warm cum. This in turn caused Y/N to clench around Mark’s cock even more. Mark began to quickly rub on Y/N’s swollen clit area as she lets out a string of strained moans cumming all over him.

She clenches one more time around his cock due to the overestimation, which in turn causes Mark to throw his head back, cumming with a loud moan.

The trio are all frozen for a bit before Mark slips his now soft cock out of Y/N. He takes the cum filled condom and sits it on the floor as Haechan gets up and grabs a t-shirt.

“Y/N, don’t move,” they both say at the same time. Mark leaves the room for a second, as Haechan gently begins to wipe his cum off her face.

“You know you’re very pretty,” Haechan says, staring at her. Although tired, the girl laughs, stating, I know, and thanking Haechan for cleaning her up. He nods as he watches as Mark comes back in with some clothes and some water bottles.He hands a bottle to Haechan before handing Y/N some of his own spare boxers and one of Haechan’s old t-shirts.

“I got them right out of the dryer; they’re super clean.” Y/N thanks the boy before changing in front of them.

 If they thought she was beautiful before, something about both of the boys seeing her in their clothes made her 100 times more beautiful.

 “So, are you just going to stare, or are we going to cuddle or something?” Y/N says, giggling

“I didn’t take you as a cuddler.” Haechan’s mutters

“Okay, and I didn’t expect to have a three-way with you losers; guess today is just full of surprises.” They all chuckle as they opt to all go into Mark’s room since Haechan’s sheets were soiled from their little activities.

Hand in hand, they walk the short stride to Mark’s room before they all settle under the covers. as Mark puts on some random tennis match.

“So, who’s a better kisser?” Y/N half jokingly teases, looking at Mark as he blushes.

“No comment,” he says, embarrassed, as Haechan laughs at the two.

“Sooo, can we get your number now? I mean, we literally just fucked.” Haechan says sneakily.

Y/N laughs before sinking under the covers.

“Nope, whoever wins the game tomorrow, remember, ahh, or should I say today?” Y/N evilly laughs, looking at the clock in Mark’s room, which reads 3:35 a.m..

“I would get some rest tonight, just saying.”

Both boys eyes widen in shock as their eyes land on the clock, groaning at the time.

 “Remember, boys, this is a game about winning the points that actually matter.” Y/N softly says before closing her eyes to go to bed.

Leaving both boys sitting up to rack through their brains. How the fuck are they going to beat one another?

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HIIII my first full fic LOL!! i’m oddly so proud of it 😭😭😭 i loved challengers and immediately had to do a markhyuck version !!! if u haven’t seen this movie pls go see it LOL!!💞💞☺️

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[mwahaechz]

Omfg just saw ur dad spiderman mark au AND ITS SOOO GOOD CLD WE PERHAPS GET ANOTHER ONE WHEN his daughter has a bf in kindergarten and mark got super jealous and protective????

EEEEE stop i love spiderdad mark so much 🥹🥹 im so sorry uts been so long anon 😭 but here u go i hope u enjoy <3

spider mark × g!n reader

warnings : fluff, just pure fluff, jealous/overprotective spiderdad mark, spiders, webs, puppy love, kindergarten sweethearts TT, kisses <33, mark is a simp for you !!!!, they’re so in love i might just kms

read pt1 of the spider-dad chronicles. (optional!)

mark wasn’t one to be jealous, he really wasn’t. so why was he glaring daggers at the little boy sitting next to his daughter on-top of the slide. now, don’t get mark wrong, he trusted his daughter with his whole heart. but knowing that everyone but him knew she had a boyfriend at the ripe age of four and a half was baffling.

“babe.. why didn’t you tell me?” mark whined for the nth time, tugging at your shirt as he kept his eyes on the way the little slightly tannedboy treated jinni. you sighed, hugging him and pecking his lips softly.

“she told me she didn’t want me to tell you, plus, i thought donghyuck would’ve told you..”

“dONGHYUCK..?!? shes dating his son?! nope. im not having it.” mark scoffs, shaking his head and standing up straight to walk over to the toddlers.

you place a hand on his chest and softly push him to sit back down on the bench, cupping his face to make him look at you. “mark, just let the kids be.. its only a puppy love, they’ll forget about it eventually when they get older.” you reassure him, leaning in to get a taste of his pouting lips.

“yeah, but… we were also a puppy love, and look at us now!” he softly whines, pouting even more as he squints his eyes at the little boy helping his daughter up the steep steps of the playground.

“babe, we were both in first grade when we met.” you playfully roll your eyes, leaning your head against your husband’s chest.

“so?” he furrows his brows, leaving a kiss on the back of your hand before playing with it.

your heart flutters, a soft blush growing on your cheeks at his random acts of affection that have you falling in love and wanting to get married again. “they’re in kindergarten.” you say, looking up at him from your place on his chest.

he looks down at you, the words in the back of his throat ready to leave when he suddenly forgets everything but the way your pretty eyes look up at him. mark slightly clears his throat, neck and face burning up. “..and? that’s basically the same thing.”

you giggle at the fact that his words don’t really make sense. “we were both either six or seven years old when we were in first grade, mark, the kids are barely four.”

“two years isn’t that much of a difference, they’re basically already in high schoo—” you cut him off by sweetly kissing him, hands cupping his face as he sighs and melts into the kiss. he leans his forehead on yours, arms wrapping around your waist.

your kisses were his favorite thing to destress with. he would go hours and hours just kissing you if he could. the canadian would constantly kiss you, be it anywhere. your husband just couldn’t keep his lips off you, but you loved it.

you loved the way he would melt into your hold when you kissed him, the way he would throw away anything for just a kiss from you, the way he always made sure to kiss you softly and sweetly, not to mention the fact that he always asks before doing so like a proper gentleman.

“so.. why didn’t you tell me about the fact that your son had been hitting on my daughter..?!” the canadian male asks the tanned male, eyes glaring at the younger male. donghyuck chuckles, having pulled off his mask to drink his cup of.. banana milk?

“listen, milk-”

“mark.”

“milk. as i was saying.. it’s not that much of a big deal, it’s just a silly lil’ puppy love.” donghyuck says, shrugging as he chugs the rest of his banana milk. his black and red deadpool suit blending in well with the night as he stands up on the side of the parking lot edge.

mark looks up at the male, softly swinging his legs back and forth as he looks at the night sky instead. “.. my little girl is growing up..” he mumbled, memories of when jinni was first born, when she took her first step, when she finally learned she could shoot webs, when she spoke his name, all flooded his mind as his eyes slightly glossed over.

“i love my family,”

“okay, we get it mister ‘friendly neighborhood spider-dad-man’.”

“oh shut up, donghyuck!”

“make me~ … wAIT. NO. NOT THE WEB- MFPH!”

“you had it coming, lee.”

the ending was slightly rushed bcz i just wanted to publish it before i end up forgetting 😥

but i hope you enjoyed <3

© vqlentinez 2024

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[withlovealwqys]

melting me softly

summery:

after her exchange year she just wants to have the best time with her friends. The last thing she was looking for was love.

after his accident at the championship qualifications life was living hell. The last thing he was looking for was love.

start: soon

Introduction part1 | part2

1. she’s back

taglist open <3

@peachyproductions @lhcread @peachyproductions @thisisnotjacinta @liliansun @neozon3nha @lovesuhng @n0hyuck @jiawji @gomdojun @jinnieboosworld @nappywoo @yyangj3lly

#dreamies #haechan #jaemin #jeno #mark lee #nct dream #nct ff #nct imagines #nct scenarios #nct x reader #nct smau #smau #kpop smau #jaemin imagines #jaemin smau #ice hockey #icehockeysmau #jaemin x reader #jaemin x y/n #nct fake texts #nct dream smau #nct dream au #nct dream imagines #nct dream fluff #nct dream ff #nct dream college au #markhyuck #markxhaechan

[2cool4-ya]

like / reblog if save or use, don't repost.

֯ ꥈ ១ @2cool4-ya ֯ ᰷ ✿

#black and White moodboard #kpop icons #kpop #kpop moodboard #nct 127 #nct u #nct packs #kpop layouts #nct icons #nct moodboard #nct icon #mark moodboard #mark lee icons #mark bio #mark icons #mark lee #markhyuck #mark nct #mark headers #mark fluff

[bym0rk]

here kitty kitty ~~

༶ . ⠀۟ ⠀｡ @bym0rk . ⠀۟⠀ ｡

Jaeyong moodboard

like / reblog if save or use, don't repost.

#taeyong moodboard #bios nct #locs nct #nct 127 #nct dream #nct u #markhyuck #jaeyong #nct ships #jaehyun nct #jaehyun fluff #jaehyun packs #taeyong #taeyong messy packs #taeyong pack #nctzen #nct moodboard #nct pics #nct packs #jaehyun and taeyong #jaehyun #bym0rk

[sunmersflow]

How NCT 127 would be on bed--

Mark lee is a groan type of man, he just can't keep his mouth sealed, groan by the throat. Just how hot is it and he'd curse like it's a prayer, praising you like some goddess that he'd be on his knees for, no ends.

And Johnny? He is a total man. He sighs so sensually, probably curse between every breaths he took as he slip some praises for you, but not much cause he got a filthy mouths and thoughts clouding up there. He'd probably calling u names

Yuta would probably vocal and a groan type of man. He praise once or twice, unlike johnny. He tend to barely doing since he knew you'd like praises, but mostly it doesn't just came out as you please, he'd make u beg to be praised instead.

Haechan would moan and vocal cause he is a brat, he'd moan right beside your ear, he'd love to know if you like everything he do "좋아? 좋아?그렇치" (not to be koreaboo for writing the hangul, but fuck he'd say those as he moans and groans right beside your ear, and easier to imagine.) He'd love to be praised instead. Just by ur voice and even better when you're vocal abt it, he'd come in his pants.

Jaehyun is a total groaner and no praises, he'd curse the fuck out of you, following with his deep laugh as he watch you being desperate for his praises.

Taeil isn't vocal he'd groan but he'd bite you to contain his own voice, the intensity having sex with him is overwhelming he is more into the soft ones. No rough, make love to this man is the right thing to do.

Jungwoo is pretty much like haechan, he'd love being praised but he is filthy like johnny he'd make you beg too, a total dom. You know that sly smile or smirk he has, yup you'll see that often as he stares u down being a desperate whore for him.

Lee taeyong would be a total praise he groans a lot and loud as fuck, "Hooly fuck- look at you- look what you did huh? You did so fucking good babe- fuck." Yup, him moans and groans and dirty talks in english, boy he gets fluent in english for this or sumn. makes it even better to be heard.

#nct 127 #nct dream #nct smut #johnny suh #nct #nct angst #fiction #headcanons #imagines #jung jaehyun #nct x reader #nct imagines #nct fluff #nct u #nct taeyong #nct scenarios #markhyuck #nct mark #nct john seo #johnny smut #lee taeyong

[linosbundles]

prank gone wrong || markhyuck

Pairing : mark lee x lee haechan (mark x donghyuck)

Genres : fluff, a lil bit angsty?

Word count : 1.1k {1103 words}

tags : established relationship

warnings : mentions of food ; maybe very slightly leading to suggestiveness towards the end but not really, nothing else ig

summary : a small prank by haechan scared the shit out of mark which made him avoid haechan forever. well not forever...

a/n: this is my first request, @flourjaemin thank you again for the request, although I'm a bit late, I hope you like this!! ^^

It wasn’t often that Haechan volunteered to help Mark in the kitchen since he usually ruined whatever he put his hands on, be it just some cupcake batter or boiling pasta or even just adding salt to a salad. Sometimes he ended up hurting his hands too, maybe pouring the boiling pasta water on his hand by mistake or cutting his finger while trying to cut an apple into two pieces or covering his hands with salad dressing. But ever since Haechan saw this scene in an old movie he watched, a prank played by the main lead on their partner, which amused him and made him want to try it, he’s been pestering Mark to let him help in the kitchen.

Well, who could say no to Haechan? Mark definitely tried. However, he couldn’t stand his ground and gave in. Immediately an excited brunet hoped his way into the kitchen, the older’s hypervigilance was triggered and he became extremely anxious but tried his best to not make it obvious and give Haechan just a few simple tasks.

Everything was going well was a thought that came too soon to Mark, for the moment he uttered the last word in his head he could hear Haechan shout. He turned towards the younger to see him holding his finger and shouting in pain. Mark was terrified.

“What happened? Are you okay? Does it hurt too much? What happened to your finger?” Mark threw continuous questions at Haechan without even breathing, giving no gap for the younger to answer his train of questions while he eyed the counter to find out what happened. He spotted a knife and freaked out even more. “Who asked you to touch a knife? No. Never mind. It’s all my fault. I should have never allowed you into the kitchen. This isn’t the first time you hurt yourself in here. I should have known better-“ Mark was interrupted by Haechan’s laughter.

He looked up baffled on one hand and relieved on the other, realising that his lover was just joking. He’s glad that Haechan isn’t hurt in reality but is also very angry that he would joke about something like this.

“Leave the kitchen, I’ll cook for us,” were the last words that escaped Mark’s mouth that evening. He didn’t talk to the younger throughout the day and even in their long drive to NoMin’s engagement party.

Haechan did try to get Mark to talk to him, but the older wouldn’t budge. Not even when he pulled out the trump card: aegyo. Not the weird funny kind that he does all the time to annoy his friends, but actually being cute, for which Mark melted every single time. Even then he was, he just was as good at hiding it as much as he melted internally.

The younger was a bit upset for the rest of the ride.

Although, as soon as Chenle opened the door for them and he heard the music and his friends’ voices he was happy. For a short while. Till he realised that Mark was still avoiding him. He tried to be as cheerful as he could throughout the party so that no one else would notice, and luckily, he succeeded with that. But he couldn’t fool Mark. The older knew something was off, but he couldn’t give in so quickly this time. He was way too angry about the joke. He was still avoiding him even as they left the party.

Mark was so immersed in avoiding him that he failed to notice that Haechan had been very dull throughout their drive home. He’d been very gloomy in the elevator and didn’t even look at the older. There was an uncanny silence between them, which was when Mark got his cue that he went too far, for Haechan was always running his mouth from one random topic to another, but not a word rolled off his lips that night.

Seeing Haechan like that was something the blond could never get used to. It was always as if the silence were a katana piercing through his delicate heart. But Mark was smart, it was their 3rd year into this relationship, not to mention the 2 long years of pining. Mark knew exactly what he could do to make his lover feel better.

Haechan heard a knock on his door. He didn’t want to get out of bed, but he didn’t want to talk either. But looked like he had no choice but to respond, as the knocking continued, even after he sent Mark a text to just come in.

“Come in.” He said feebly, all cozily covered with his blanket and ready to explore dreamland. Mark entered the room with a small breakfast-in-bed setting, except it would be dinner given that it was nearly midnight.

“I prepared a little something for you. I noticed you didn’t eat much at the party.” The older placed the table on the bed as the younger adjusted his blanket and sat up.

“I’m sorry I avoided you too much. I was just too mad about the joke you made earlier this day. I was so worried about you because there hasn’t been one good experience of yours in the kitchen. So my heart jumped out of my rib cage when I heard your shout of pain. I was very relieved when I found out you weren’t actually hurt. However, I felt like such an idiot, caring so much about you when you were just playing around. I felt so mad that you would joke about something that serious.”

Haechan’s eyes were no longer filled with sadness, they held a delicate look that was filled with care. He finally spoke.

“I didn’t think it would affect you that much, I’m sorry. I just saw this prank in a movie and I wondered how you would react. I won’t do this again. I won’t even come near the kitchen. Not even 100 meters close to it. I swear.”

Mark burst into a laugh. “Are you not planning on being home ever?”

“You know what I meant.” Haechan laughed and playfully hit Mark’s shoulder.

Mark shook his head and started feeding Haechan.

“I’ll eat this now, but I’m expecting dessert too.” Haechan said with a smirk.

Stuffing the brunet’s mouth with omurice and placing a couple of gentle kisses on both of his cheeks, Mark said, “You’re talking as if that isn’t a given. I prepared for that too along with this.” He kissed the younger’s nose, the back of his hands and his forehead too before getting back to feeding him.

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[daintydoie]

living double lives

pairing: mark lee × lee haechan/donghyuck (markhyuck/mahae)

wc: 9.7k || oneshot

tags: alternate universe - college/university, strangers to lovers, asexual! haechan, fluff and angst, nct dream ensemble, two bros homoerotically playing basketball

language: english

excerpt

“What happened to you?” Renjun looks at Donghyuck’s weary expression. “Chenle kept beating me last night.” He replies while chuckling, he can’t let Renjun know the real reason. “Slept at two again. At this point, these eye bags are a part of me.”

The two see Jaemin approaching them. “Have you guys heard?”

“Heard what?” Renjun asks. “Mark’s older brother is throwing a party tonight.”

“Who?” Donghyuck tilts his head, he can’t tell if he’s never heard that name before or he’s just sleep deprived. “There’s someone named Mark in this class?” “Yes, Mark Lee. As in the one in the dean’s list. His older brother is a senior and he’s throwing a party at their house, are you guys going?”

Donghyuck is hesitant. Although he’s incredibly loud and sociable, big parties aren’t really his thing. Too many people to socialise with, it’ll just drain him. But gaming might not make him feel better considering he was doing it last night when his mom yelled at him. Perhaps he’ll need something stronger, something that will make him feel alive and forget all his problems.

“...Will there be alcohol?” “Of course there’s alcohol, Haechan.” “Then I’m in.”

The three of them get into Jaemin’s car and drive to the venue. They arrived and walked to the front door, which the host’s little brother answered. Mark was dressed in a light blue denim jacket with a striped shirt and black jeans, and politely welcomed them to the party. “It’s kinda loud here so if it gets too overwhelming, you guys can go outside.” Mark tells them while covering his ears. Donghyuck giggled at him. “Out of all of us, I think it’s you who needs to go outside the most.” After greeting each other, Mark goes to their front yard while Jaemin and Donghyuck search for the alcohol, Renjun trailing behind them.

More and more people arrive at the party, and the house becomes incredibly packed. Donghyuck stands by the fridge pouring soju into his cup when Renjun sits on the counter next to him. “See anyone you like?” Renjun gets the soju from him and pours some into his own cup. Donghyuck downs his drink. “Why? What would I do if I did?” “This house has a lot of spare rooms, I bet people are already in them.” Donghyuck punches Renjun’s shoulder while making a disgusted expression. “In someone else’s house?! Isn’t that kinda weird?” “People do it regardless.”

Donghyuck shudders at that thought. “I already told you, I’m not into that kind of stuff.” He takes the soju bottle back. “I’m here for this, and this alone.”

“What about Mark?” “...What do you mean?” “Were you flirting with him earlier?” “Flirting? I just said one thing and he laughed. You see, I’m just a naturally funny person. It’s not because I’m interested in him or in anybody.” He opens the fridge again to grab another bottle. “Who’s got time for that anyway?”

“A lot of people do, Haechan. But I understand that it's not your thing.” Renjun downs his drink and gets down from the counter. “I’ll go and make sure Jaemin isn’t making a fool of himself.”

Donghyuck always knew that he was like this since high school, he never understood the appeal of one night stands, hookups, or sex in general. Not that he’s shaming others for doing so, but it’s not something that appeals to him. He’s accepted that part of himself, but there’s still this feeling that he’s missing out somehow. Most, if not all, of his friends have had their first kisses and partners throughout college. He thinks about it often, but alas, no one has piqued his interest yet.

Once he loses sight of Renjun, a feeling of emptiness starts to settle in. The house may be full of people, but to Donghyuck, they were all faceless figures. Even if he has his friends, the feeling is still there. He could laugh so hard that day, and come back home with that same emptiness. He doesn’t understand it either. Is there something wrong with him? Is that why he’s not growing up like the rest of his friends? Is that why his mom berated him last night? Maybe there is something wrong with him, but what is it? How can he fix that? Or is it too late to do that?

“No. I shouldn’t be like this. Not here. Not when there’s so many people.” He thought to himself. The alcohol isn’t hitting him yet. He grabs another soju from the fridge, opens it, and drinks it straight from the bottle. I’m sure the host won’t mind if he takes it home. If alcohol can numb the emptiness in his heart just for tonight, then it’s better than feeling anything else. After a few minutes, it started to settle in. Donghyuck could barely hear the blasting music or even stand straight. He takes one last bottle from the fridge and clumsily moves past everyone. He goes out past the front yard and starts walking with no destination in mind. He keeps going, occasionally having to hold onto the street lamps to regain his balance. He just giggles to himself, he’s so drunk out of his senses that he doesn’t realise someone has been following him this whole time.

He turns back to see someone in a striped shirt frantically pacing after him. He seems to be yelling something, but Donghyuck couldn’t read his lips. “Oh Mark!” He recognises him in his drunken state. “What are you doing here? Actually I wanna ask you something! Who the hell is dean and why are you trying so hard to be on their list?!” While Donghyuck laughs at his lame joke, Mark keeps calling out to him, but he doesn’t hear. “I can’t hear you! It’s pointless Mark, just go back to the party! I’ll be okay!” It doesn’t take long for his vision to suddenly black out, and he feels his body hit the cold pavement.

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#nct #nct fanfic #mark lee #haechan #lee donghyuck #mahae #markhyuck #nct fluff #nct angst #nct dream #nct mark #nct haechan #read on ao3

[deryicantwait]

Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: NCT (Band) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Lee Donghyuck | Haechan/Mark Lee Additional Tags: 00 line mentioned, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Lee Donghyuck | Haechan, Alpha Mark Lee (NCT), Omega Lee Jeno, Omega Huang Ren Jun, Alpha Na Jaemin, Alpha Wong Yuk Hei | Lucas, Alpha Suh Youngho | Johnny, Alpha Jung Yoonoh | Jaehyun, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, not explicit tho, Fluff and Smut, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Soft Lee Donghyuck | Haechan/Mark Lee, Sassy Lee Donghyuck | Haechan, Nerd Mark Lee (NCT), Cute Mark Lee (NCT), Mark Lee (NCT) is Whipped, other members are only mentioned - Freeform, Lee Donghyuck | Haechan-centric, Alternate Universe - College/University, Basketball Player Mark Lee (NCT) Summary:

Donghyuck doesn’t hate alphas. He really doesn’t. He thinks most of them are assholes, who can only think with their dicks and are way more trouble than they’re worth. He thinks they are the source of many of society’s injustices and yet, the ones benefited by the system. But Donghyuck doesn’t he hate alphas. He just doesn’t trust them.

Donghyuck has a problem, though. He has a gigantic crush on Mark, an alpha.

#You´re covered in stars Hyuck” #im crying #this was so sweet #nct fluff #markhyuck

[oohwey]

Nct Markhyuck prompt #5

Haechan couldn't sleep at night because his neighbor likes to play Mark Lee's music every night at full volume and one night he finally had enough.

Haechan knocked (more like banged) his neighbor's door and who opened it shocked Haechan.

It was Mark Lee, the artist his neighbor always played at full volume every night disrupting Haechan's sleep.

#markhyuck #mark lee #lee donghyuck #haechan imagines #nct angst #nct 127 angst #nct dream angst #nct fanfic #nct dream #nct fluff #nct dream fluff #nct 127 #nct 127 fluff #nct dream imagines #short prompt

[faeriaeri]

✰ Mark and Donghyuck sit by the edge of a pier to watch the sunset ✰

they watch the sunset as clouds drift above them, creating shapeless but familiar silhouettes

the wind blew as it carried a salty scent of the ocean that came from somewhere in the horizon, filling Mark’s lungs until he felt like he had all the air he needed for the rest of his life

he watched Donghyuck close his eyes as his eyelashes flutter ever so slightly

just like the way the butterflies in Mark’s stomach dance and prompt a pleasant feeling that travels all the way to his chest

the sinking sun colored Donghyuck’s tanned complexion with orange and a hue of blue that Mark wasn’t sure where it came from

Donghyuck’s lips tug upward little by little before forming a blissful smile

he was taking in the breeze as if it had always been a part of him, strands of crimson locks sway gently in the same rhythm of the breeze

something tugs on Mark’s heart

it feels like the first time he realized he was in love with Donghyuck

he had fallen for the rose-haired boy for what felt like the thousandth time already

every time he did, his love for him only grew beyond what Mark thought was possible

there was a time where he was afraid

afraid of what’s to come, thinking if one day he won’t have it in him to become what his parents expect him to be

afraid of the things he will have to face, afraid of his fleeting and fragile adolescence

Mark never truly knows what would happen when he leaps to another day

but he will always know that no matter what day he leaps to, he will always find himself in love with Donghyuck

he knows it every time he drifts off asleep, when he wakes up to the cool sensation of his bedsheets, and any time in between

this only constant in his uncertain days always kept him grounded and steady

when Mark looked down and gaze upon the great and deep blue waters, it didn’t seem as daunting beneath their well-worn and dirty sneakers

#markhyuck #nct #it's my first time posting my writing #idk what to do lowkey #mark lee #haechan #this is just a narration of mk being in love with hc basically #lmao #nct scenarios #lunarkith #fluff

[marichild]

evil babies; markhyuck.

— "Why, my favorite hyung! I didn't know you thought of me that way!"

—an excuse to write hyuck being a little shit and mark being annoyed.

—fluff, canon compliant, side nomin bc yes | word count: 1816

Mark does not think that Donghyuck messes with him without knowing exactly what he's doing. He's Lee Donghyuck. Yes, he's practically a baby—an evil baby. An evil baby, one who is very capable of evil things.

Like the time the kid actually tried to read his credit card number. It's not as if Mark thinks that Donghyuck will ever use those numbers in an unlawful way—but privacy, you know? And we'll ignore the fact that Mark found the way he was smiling his tiny small innocent I-don't-know-what-you're-talking-about smile and bouncing his legs underneath the table the picture of adorableness. We'll also ignore that if it were not for his makeup, he might have gone visibly red. Donghyuck does that to him.

"Be back soon," he says to a half-asleep Yangyang and Doyoung, heading through the company building. They've finished recording one track for the new album, and waiting to begin another, which...may be a while, since most of the members have scattered out to do whatever.

Why Mark himself is slipping away from Yangyang and Doyoung? He's looking for Mr. Lee Donghyuck, who hung around for a while annoying the hell out of Mark just because he'd been bored, and then ran off with Shotaro, who wanted to ask him about something—and took Mark's phone with him.

In all honesty, he probably took it accidentally, as he'd been poking around Mark's contact list and making fun of his names for the members. Then he'd been browsing for something on the Internet, mercifully giving Mark some peace and quiet, leaning comfortably against him as he typed, scrolled, and tapped. Mark let him have it, as Donghyuck's phone died an hour earlier.

Then Shotaro had asked to speak with Donghyuck, and he'd gone off, taking Mark's phone with him. Mark had resolved to stay and wait until he returned, but it's been a half an hour already, and he wants to text his mom (he promised her of that). Also, he's bored.

He hears a voice around the next corner, and promptly crashes into Shotaro himself, who's a little more than distracted and lost in his thoughts, it seems. "Ah, sorry, hyung!" he yelps in a panic. Mark laughs and shakes his head.

"It's fine, Taro-yah," he smiles. "Have you seen Donghyuck? He has my phone."

"I think he went that way?" Shotaro points towards the end of the hallway. "Why does he—"

"He has my phone? God only knows. He just took off with it." He gives Shotaro another friendly smile and scurries off in the direction he'd pointed out. He doesn't actually have an intention of murdering Donghyuck, but the fact that he's still not here yet is very much and very easily pissing him off.

Mark stops short again when he sees Donghyuck leaning against the wall and staring at his phone with wide eyes, his ears faintly tinted red. "Yah, Lee Donghyuck!" he yells, running forward and grabbing his phone away. "What are you doing?"

He glances down at his phone and his blood kind of runs cold. It's one of those dumb tiny notes he made in his note's app, just a few lines, but it's incriminating enough of his feelings and thoughts that he turns completely red and starts to speak squeakily but it kind of dies in his throat halfway up.

"lee donghyuck—what is it about him? he's beautiful and brave, bold and daring. why is it that I think about him so much? why do I want to know what it feels like to hold him close and love him?"

By no means is it poetic or pretty verse; it's just him thinking through his hands. He doesn't know what it means that he looks at Donghyuck and sees a kid close to his own age that in the years they've known each other, he's come to adore more than any of the members; not that they'll have to know that.

He sees a pretty boy who laughs a lot, who messes around a lot, who seems to take personal pride in messing with his members; the same boy who once sidled up to Mark and whispered, 'you're my favorite hyung, just so you're aware,' the same boy who holds hands with Mark in the dark and under the tables and under covers and in a heartbeat whenever he can—even if that heartbeat lasts only a heartbeat.

The same boy that cuddles with him when he wants to; who's listened to Mark cry hard and rant even though, as the oldest of NCT Dream he should have had a better handle on himself those three times. Lee Donghyuck listened, advised and comforted, then bounced right back to being annoying, but they'd been closer in a different way after that.

So—Mark lied. He does know what it means when he looks at his dongsaeng that way. He's too aware that he has feelings for Donghyuck. He feels too exposed, knowing that somehow, somewhere along the line, he's fallen hard for the younger boy, and that Donghyuck knows. He knows. He knows.

"Donghyuck," he begins, sounding weirdly calm, but inside, he's on the way to a full-blown freak-out. "I—hey!"

Donghyuck swipes the phone out of his grasp and steps back with a cheeky smile. "Why, my favorite hyung," he coos, apparently over his embarrassment, "I didn't know you thought of me that way!"

Mark flushes red. "I'm—you weren't supposed to see that!" he exclaims, lunging for it, but the younger's expecting that and dodges. "Give that back, Donghyuck!"

"Hm...no," Donghyuck takes several backwards steps, prompting Mark to follow.

"Come on, hyung-ah! Are you going to admit it or not?"

"Admit what?"

"That you're in love with me!" Donghyuck's cheeky grin only grows.

"It's written right there, idiot!" Mark flushes further, breaking into a run. Donghyuck cannot actually run backwards too well, so he pivots and runs with light footsteps ahead of Mark, all the while giggling like he's lost his fucking mind. "Donghyuck, get back here!"

"Nope, I want to hear you admit it first!" he calls back.

"You're impossible!" there's no way Mark's going to admit how much he likes Donghyuck out loud. Hell no. "What are you even going to get out of this?!"

"Bragging rights!" he grins over his shoulder. "Besides, don't you want to kiss me?"

"Shut up!" Mark gasps, mortified, because it's true. "Don't say things like that! You know how it is with the inter-group relationships—strictly friendly!"

"Aw, but don't you want to be like Jaemin and Jeno?" Donghyuck asks. "All bold and fearless because they love each other and all?"

"Wait—what?" Mark shrieks. "They're together? What?"

"Yep! Ever since last year, I think. They've been keeping it a secret, I found out by accident. Don't you want to kiss like them?"

"Lee Donghyuck, I swear to god—"

"You know how my heart feels, you and I are free right now," he sings part of Dreaming, just to annoy Mark. And make a point. "So come on, hyung! Tell me in clear words!"

Mark pours on his speed, wondering why he's even doing this. He can just easily leave and ruin Donghyuck's fun. He can also just admit it and kiss Donghyuck or whatever. Except that his pride will not allow that. He's a man with—

Donghyuck stops short and pivots again to face him. Mark barely manages to stop in time to prevent their heads from clashing and his hands fly out to grab Donghyuck in an attempt to steady himself. Donghyuck's hands latch around his arms, helping to stabilize. And the only thing that Mark can think of? The fact their faces are so close, their noses barely brushing, and this is highlighted by the fact that their heights are about the same, the difference being barely a centimeter or so. Mark is also immediately able to tell that this was, in fact, Donghyuck's plan all along, the little brat. And the phone is still in his grasp, the edge digging into Mark's arm.

"Don't you want to kiss me?" he whispers. "Don't you love me?"

Mark sucks in a breath, unbalanced by their proximity. "Too much," he breathes. "Too much, Donghyuck-ah. When I think of you..."

"And there's the confirmation I needed," Donghyuck smiles, this time more genuinely, and he wastes no time in closing the gap between them.

Mark flinches just a little, but he closes his eyes and lets Donghyuck guide the kiss. They're both very inexperienced, but the fact that this is happening at all is unreal enough. He has an odd feeling that he should be the one leading, but what the hell. Donghyuck's probably been dreaming of this twice as long as he has, if he thinks about how long ago that he told Mark that he's his favorite hyung. Besides...maybe he shouldn't be in charge of some things.

Donghyuck pulls away long enough to flash Mark a bright, cute, triumphant and entirely too smug smile for his liking. Then, before Mark can say anything, he says, "are you aware that we've been watched for a while?"

"What?" Mark pulls away from Donghyuck and whirls, going red when he sees both Jaemin and Jeno, both of staring in openmouthed shock. Jaemin's shirt is a little messed up and both of their heads of hair are mussed up, lips still reddish and swollen. Definitely post-kiss, so the little brat is actually right. They've also apparently forgotten their own state as they're staring at Mark and Donghyuck like they're from a different planet.

"Guys," Mark squeaks. "What are you doing here?"

"Returning from a making out session, obviously!" Donghyuck chirps. Although Mark's gone red and cannot hide his embarrassment, Donghyuck is acting so nonchalant that one would think he's not embarrassed at all. Except that his ears are red.

Jeno throws him a glare, Jaemin matching it with the same level of ferocity and warning. He giggles and hides behind Mark, saying, "aw, come on, don't be like that! You guys aren't the only ones in love!"

"Right," Jaemin says, giving Mark a long look. One that says, 'you are going to be giving me a talk later.' Mark doesn't mind. He has to get this whole thing out of his system. "Well...we should be getting back..."

And Mark does follow, dragging Donghyuck along by the hand. But it's not a stern or warning hold; it's a firm and gentle one. Donghyuck's giggles sound like music to his ears at this point, no longer annoying.

Okay, so, in conclusion: Donghyuck is an evil baby capable of very evil things, but he's also the baby who kisses Mark like everything he's ever dreamed of. Mark's baby. He doesn't care how weird that sounds; it's their little endearment now.

Maybe evil babies who tease you aren't so bad after all.

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absolutely no regrets at all. I didn't specify the time period but this is during the shooting slash recording process of the universe era lmao. since my other markhyuck fic has the infamous plot holes (shotaro & sungchan's dorm thing) I was like. I need to write smth where it doesn't not make sense. Also, because I wanted to a flip of their roles in that one HAHA.

#nct #nct 127 #nct dream #mark lee #haechan #nct donghyuck #nct mark #lee donghyuck #lee haechan #fluff #humor #markhyuck #canon compliant #fanfic #fanfiction

[minghao-bby]

good morning everyone!! if you’re looking for a cute chenji fanfic, i’ve gotten back into writing lately on ao3!!

you can find me @minghao_bby !!

#chenji #nct fluff #nct mark #nct jisung #nct chenle #nct haechan #nct renjun #nct jeno #nct jaemin #nct au #nct aus #coffee shop #alternate universe #fanfic #ao3fic #nct chenji #nct markhyuck #norenmin #written #nct dream #nct fanfic #they’re idiots your honor #crack

[2cool4-ya]

like / reblog if save or use, don't repost.

֯ ꥈ ១ @fruithoshi ֯ ᰷ ✿

#kpop icons #kpop #nct 127 #kpop moodboard #nct packs #nct u #nct icons #kpop layouts #nct moodboard #nct icon #mark fluff #mark headers #mark icons #mark bio #mark lee icons #mark lee #mark lee moodboard #markhyuck #mark moodboard #black moodboard #red moodboard #moodboard

[catboyieejeno]

: ̗̀➛ nct ∘₊✧──✧₊∘

multi-part series

➱ The Camera Roll series (nct + svt) ➱ don’t kiss and tell (mark, jeno, hyuck)—parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 ➱ gameboy (park jisung) :: teaser | one | two (coming soon)

NCT texts

➱ the dreamies being jealous ➱ pictures bf! mark sends you of himself ➱ pictures bf! hyuck sends you of himself ➱ pictures bf! renjun sends you of himself ➱ pictures bf! jisung sends you of himself ➱ pictures bf! chenle sends you of himself ➱ pictures bf! jeno sends you of himself ➱ pictures bf! jaemin sends you of himself ➱ random texts with bf! hyuck ➱ random texts with bf! mark ➱ random texts with bf! jeno

NCT reactions/head-cannons

➱ "i never want you to stop looking at me the way you are right now" - nct dream ➱ "i can't focus with your hand down my—oh, fuck." - nct dream (18+) ➱ nct dream as boyfriends ➱ sleepy/tired sex with the dreamies

⋆ ★ in order by member:

drabbles/imagines/blurbs (F) fluff (M) smut (A) angst

⋆ ★

: ̗̀➛ nct 127

[☆] taeil

ღ "You're hogging the blanket" (F)

[☆] johnny

nothing yet!

[☆] taeyong

nothing yet!

[☆] yuta

ღ "let him look," (M)(A)

[☆] doyoung

ღ only angel (M)

[☆] jaehyun

ღ comfort (F)(A) ღ make a mess for me (M)

[☆] jungwoo

nothing yet!

[☆] mark

ღ wet dream (M) ღ markhyuck x reader (M)

[☆] haechan

ღ lazy mornings (F) ღ markhyuck x reader (M)

: ̗̀➛ nct dream

[☆] renjun

nothing yet!

[☆] jeno

ღ jealous sex (M)

[☆] jaemin

ღ sitting pretty (M)

[☆] chenle

nothing yet!

[☆] jisung

nothing yet!

⋆ ★

#nct #nct dream

[luviestarz]

nct pt 4

Delphinium. - mark

It wasn’t intentional. You don’t even know why you cared that he didn’t believe in pre-marital sex, but it didn’t stop you from arguing with him about it. You didn’t intend to win the argument either. Then again, he kind of let you.

haechan — if i believe you  

gimme gimme! - haechan

꒰ things that make nct dream flustered 🍦 ꒱

꒰ nct dream + intimate moments i want to experience 🍞 ꒱

😄 haechan letting u top but can’t take it anymore so he flips u over

Nct Dream as your roommates P2 (finding out they have feelings for you edition)

surprise hugs + dreamies.

take my breath - haechan

give me a good morning call tomorrow

request #1: meandom!haechan who's still weak for his gf

haechan eating u out drabble

Too Young - jisung

You thought avoiding Jisung after what happened during his first rut would make the problem go away (SPOILER ALERT: it didn't.)

⎇nct dream and first kisses

Touch me - haechan

reader x dom!haechan

at midnight with you - jisung

your boyfriend just recently got his driver's license, and boy, was he adamant to take you for a ride (with you being just as eager as him).

moles ♡‧₊˚ lee haechan

you read something on the internet that made you feel jealous of a person you didn’t even know but haechan knows just how to reassure you.

love foolish; a valentine’s day special - haechan

bad boy bf!hyuck x (implied fem!) reader

CHALLENGE ACCEPTED: calling your boyfriend by his first name.

haechan — gold-skinned, eager baby pt.2

the little things - haechan

the one where haechan surprises you when you’re not feeling too good.

she’s quiet (s,f) - haechan

although you were not looking to make new friends, the ones you had tried their hardest to push you out of your comfort zone to find something abnormal for you. which is why you’re at a frat party on a thursday night, watching as lee donhyuck observes you from afar.

eyes tell - haechan

donghyuck has been trying to confess his feelings to you. third time's the charm, he thinks.

Pearlescent - haechan

A shoreline sunset spent cozied up against Hyuck dives deep past surface level. His lips profess his heart’s intent; his eyes reflect waves dancing in iridescent glimmers; his love whispered into your skin evokes heated passion. 

i love it, starboy - haechan (yandere)

haechan (cw: stalking, drugging, h*rassment.)

haechan x reader (f) (fluff)

— 12:59AM - jisung nsfw drabble

request #3: posessive dom!haechan

‘00 LINE + SHOWER/BATH SEX (M)

jisung drabble - warning: mildly suggestive.

haechan is capturing everything he loves and cherishes on his new camera and it’s mostly you filling up his sd card

perv!dreamies

𝐍𝐂𝐓 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 + 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀

LOLLIPOP; PARK JISUNG

cw. age gap, creampie.

NCT DREAM TEXTING YOU AFTER YOU CONFESS TO THEM.

college boyfriend!haechan

you and the dreamies perv

perv!haechan

request #4 - himbo haechan

NCT Reaction: Sitting on their lap during car ride

nct dream when they’re clingy !

nct dream reaction ༊*·˚

"i never want you to stop looking at me the way you are right now,"

Double Take - haechan

My Boy. - haechan

A series of failed relationships and you were this near of giving up on love. But then here comes little Donghyuck and his persistence. Maybe-- he was the one fated to you, after all.

markhyuck x reader smut

kiss it better - haechan

summary. haechan gets hurt but you know that with him it’s not going to be as simple as putting a band-aid on it

GOLDEN HOUR. | L.MK

You’re a waiter and Mark Lee the local biker and infamous bad boy loves the eggs your diner makes, but now he wants a taste of you.

sugar, butter, & the royal crown - L.DH

prince donghyuck only has one princess on his mind, but she's not actually a princess. she's just the royal baker's granddaughter

strawberries & cigarettes - haechan

the art school's play is in two days and you're running out of time to put everything together since your known enemy lee donghyuck decided that the rehearsal day was the perfect day to release a launch party for his new album.

bus stop - haechan

summary: haechan rides the bus. you hop on the same ride. minutes later, you two were a couple. he never questioned why.

suhnshinehaos masterlist (nct, svt)