Love Your Fics So Far, Maybe You Could Make Some Haechan Fluff? Like, Just Reader Telling That She Loves

love your fics so far, maybe you could make some haechan fluff? like, just reader telling that she loves him 🥺

sweetener | ldh

boyfriend!haechan x gn!reader

summary: you just want to show your boyfriend how important he is to you.

a/n: hiii, anon! i'm sorry it took so long, i did not forget about you!!! i hope you like it <3. guys, let's just pretend i'm not late to haechan's bday? thank you vm thank you.

cw: fluff, a huge use of "i love you" bcs... i love him i guess i'm sorry guys, a little tiny bit suggestive at the end, pet names (& lmk if i missed smth!).

you were utterly exhausted, overwhelmed by your job's demanding nature. all you longed for was the warmth and security of your boyfriend's embrace, the comfort of his presence.

a weary sigh escaped your lips as you fished the key from your pocket, unlocking the door to his apartment. "hyuck, i'm home," you murmured, tossing your bag carelessly onto the couch before heading to the bedroom in search of him.

he was there, already clad in the softest clothes he owned and lounging on the bed, engrossed in some amusing videos he had stumbled upon. yet, hearing your voice call out his name, he quickly switched off the screen and sat upright, eagerly anticipating your arrival.

"hey baby, there you are," he greeted, a warm smile spreading across his face as he opened his arms, ready to envelop you in a comforting embrace. you forced a weary smile, your exhaustion palpable. without a moment's hesitation, you gently flung yourself into his arms, burying your face in the crook of his neck.

"hi, love," you whispered softly, the vibration of your voice echoing against his skin as you cuddled close.

he let out a hearty laugh, amused by how quickly you came to hug him. he then tightened his hold around you as he effortlessly toppled back onto the bed, his hands gliding gently up and down your frame as he whispered softly into your hair.

"rough day?" he softly inquired, his touch a soothing balm against the weariness that clung to you.

"that would be an euphemism," you sighed, your breath fanning against his neck. "my boss has been a pain in the ass," you continued, nuzzling closer to him. "and being apart from you just adds to the misery," you murmur, your voice tinged with a hint of longing. "seriously, what could possibly be worse than that?”

he playfully tilted his head to the side, his arms cinching snugly around your form, pulling your body tight against his own. then, he released a theatrical sigh, his voice laced with mock distress.

"oh, how shall i ever recover from learning the depths of your yearning for me throughout the day?” he cupped your face on his hands. “what possible remedy could exist for such a woeful separation?"

you let out a lighthearted scoff and rolled your eyes at his words, a playful smile tugging at your lips. "instead of making jokes, you should be helping me recuperate from the long hours we spent apart," you responded with a cheeky glint in your eyes.

he chuckled softly, his affectionate teasing evident as he responded, "oh, how foolish of me to deny such a request from my needy love,” he then leaned in, planting a tender kiss on your lips, making your heart flutter. the kiss lingered for a sweet moment, leaving you blissfully content. "did that do the trick for now?”

you stood there, silently watching him with an adoring smile, as if beholding the most precious treasure in the world. "what?" he asked, his eyebrows raised in slight confusion. "why are you looking at me as if i were a puppy in a box in the middle of the street, and you desperately wished to take me home?”

you couldn't help but burst into melodic laughter, shaking your head gently as you cradled his face in your hands, your eyes drinking in every detail of him.

"i'm just thinking about how much i love you," you murmured softly, your thumbs tenderly caressing his cheeks. "seriously, i love you so much, babe," your eyes glowed with sincerity, a love-filled gaze that seemed to radiate from within. "you make me so happy, make me feel like the luckiest person alive to have you by my side. it's..." your voice trailed off, searching for the right words, but struggle to find them. instead, your thumb continued to gently caress his cheeks as you sighed, "surreal."

he was surprised by how romantic you were suddenly getting for no reason, but he was happy to see that you felt so strongly about him. he wrapped his arms around you and rolled so that he was on top of you, his face inches from yours.

“well, you make me so happy too,” he kissed the tip of your nose. “you make me so goddamn happy, you have no idea… i’m so madly in love with you, it’s honestly insane to me,” his laughter, a joyous sound, filled the air.

you followed him closely, your smile filled with tender affection, your eyes practically turning into hearts. "me too," you echoed softly. "i am madly, uncontrollably in love with you," a sweet giggle escaped your lips as you added, "you're absolutely amazing, my love. i adore every single thing about you. i love you with all my heart.”

he smiled down at your words, loving the way you were looking at him and the absolute sincerity in your voice. his heart was basically melting right then and there, he couldn’t get sick of hearing that you loved him, he needed it to fuel his days.

“baby... you’re not being fair you know, i’m supposed to be the one making you feel like that, not the other way around…” he laughed softly and kissed you once more, trying to get you to stop with all of the compliments

"no, it really isn't fair," you agreed, chuckling softly. "i feel like i don't express my love for you enough, and i should be telling you how much you mean to me every single day,” you sighed softly and gently squished his cheeks, looking into his eyes as you continued, "you're truly amazing, and that's putting it lightly. god, i love you so much it's ridiculous!”

“okay, okay, i get it!” he began peppering kisses over every inch of your face, saying in between each one, "you love me," he moved on to your cheeks, your forehead, your nose, and the corners of your mouth, adding, "you really, really love me,” then, he kissed your lips once more, pausing and grinning before continuing, "i'm incredible. you're in love with me,” another kiss. "you're obsessed with me." another kiss. "you want to marry me.”

he chuckled softly as he finished with a playful grin, leaning in and pressing one final kiss on your lips before you could say something back, this one lingering for a few moments. his lips moved against yours, prolonging the touch before he eventually pulled away, a soft smile still on his face.

this time, it was his turn to bury his face in the crook of your neck, his voice soft and muffled as he mumbled against your skin, "are you okay, love? why are you suddenly so affectionate?"

he had grown used to your sweet, comforting nature, yet he could never quite shake his surprise at how attuned you were to his emotional needs. you always seemed to know exactly when he needed a few kind words to ease whatever worries or concerns he was grappling with.

you let out a lighthearted giggle, gently stroking his hair with your fingers. "of course i’m okay," you reassured him. "i just felt like telling you how important you are to me!" your voice softened even more as you continued, "because i love you so much, and you absolutely deserve to hear it as often as possible!”

“god, you are such a cheeseball,” he teased, smiling and nuzzling his face in your neck as you scratched his hair, absolutely relishing your love and attention to him. "i'm the one who's incredibly lucky to have you by my side, even when i'm not being the best partner i could be. thank you for staying, thank you for believing in me.”

his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him as he nestled against you. "i don't deserve you," he murmured into your skin. "you’ve stood by me through everything, and i’m thankful every single day for having you in my life. i don’t know where i’d be without you, honestly. you make my life so much better by just existing, you know that?”

you pulled him away from your neck and pinched his cheeks. he playfully winced, his voice laced with feigned agony. “alright, alright, i get it!" he chuckled, placing his hands over yours to stop your actions. "and here i thought i was being poetic!"

you laughed and rolled your eyes. "i'm serious, though," you said, trying to keep a straight face despite the smile that threatened to overtake it. “you're everything i could ever want and more. you make me feel loved and cherished every single day, and i wouldn't trade our time together for anything. you're perfect, and i don't want to hear another word about you feeling undeserving. you're mine, and i wouldn't have it any other way.”

he looked at you in silence for a few seconds, a sly smile forming on his lips. then, he spoke up, his voice dropping to a sultry tone. "you know how sexy you sounded right now?" his eyebrows raised, and he continued, a playful glint in his eyes. "honestly, i’m tempted to throw away all our plans for the night and skip straight to the bedroom instead.”

with a light-hearted chuckle, you playfully pushed him away, making him roll onto his back in the bed.

"we're already in the bedroom, you dummy," you teased, still laughing as you climbed off the bed. "and no," you continued, sticking out your tongue playfully, "we're going to stick to our agreement. i'm going to take a shower, and then we'll watch dramas together. no exceptions.”

he whined in protest, making a dramatic show of complying. "fine, fine," he grumbled, rising to his feet and following you into the bathroom. he wrapped his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder.

with a playful smirk, you raised your eyebrows as his lips found your neck. "umm, excuse me, sir," you questioned, a hint of jest in your voice. "what are you up to now?" you inquired, enjoying the feeling of his soft pecks on your skin.

he pressed against your neck, nuzzling softly. "since we're both being so affectionate today," he began, his voice dripping with charm, "why not show you how much i love you? and no worries, i won't be skipping our night of cuddles, dramas, and snacks. instead, we'll simply... take a shower together. nothing more, i promise. just want to keep the closeness going.”

you knew very well that when it came to showers with donghyuck, there was always more to look forward to than just washing up. but who were you to complain, really? and besides, there was no way you could deny the growing heat in your chest or the way your heart skipped a beat at the mere thought of his touch.

you paused for a moment, pretending to consider his suggestion before replying with a playfully stern tone. "alright," you agreed with a mock-serious expression. "but let me make this clear: one wrong move, and i’m kicking you out of this shower. you heard me?” the smirk on your face betrayed your actual feelings, and both of you knew that your threat was an empty one.

he chuckled softly at your warning, his hands roaming over your body with a teasing touch. "oh, really?" he responded with feigned disappointment. "and here i was thinking you'd enjoy some extra attention," he sighed exaggeratedly, acting as if he were conceding. "but i suppose i'll have to behave myself then," he agreed, his voice dripping with playful compliance. either way, he wasn't worried. he knew you couldn’t resist him.

⠀   ⠀ ── ☆ ⁺彡 nct dream as spiderman !

if you saw it the first time, no you didn't! 🫵😭 reposting this again to add something i missed in the first one. happy reading!! library.

ㅤ 𓂂 ☆ mark: ultimate spiderman. broken pecs and lame excuses. eating a sandwich against a skyscraper. homemade suit. attracting things with his webs (esp. you). quick reflex. stuttering. with great power comes great responsibility. yapping his adventures. “i can do this all day” energy. stacks of books and scrapped formulas for new types of web fluid. atlas carrying the weight of the world. falling in love with your best friend. stay up late saving the world... or the semester. confession on the roof of a building at sunset.

you're deposited at the top of a skyscraper with your heart beating a thousand times an hour thanks to the adrenaline sedating your senses. you feel dizzy... and alive as you catch your breath, bathing in the evening light where a masked man stands in front of you. he helps you regain your balance as you hear him laugh, his voice blown by the same wind that ruffles your hair. “yn.”

you're unable to react when your senses are drunk with the rush of joy, which is hard for you to catch the hesitation in his voice. “yes?”

you see him take off his mask and your breath freezes in your throat the moment he appears in front of you. mark, your lab partner. sunset bathes his face with a golden halo outlining his features and the light finds its way to his eyes, holding a plead.

“you know… it's okay if you like only spiderman.” he chuckles awkwardly and brushes his neck, “well, actually, spiderman is me, uh… but… i couldn't just let you kiss me if you didn't know it was me, in case it bothers you, i hope not. i hope you don't think i'm a creep or that i forcibly kissed you… actually, you kissed me..., well maybe it was bad that i kept going after you did, but i like you so maybe i did take advantage of the situation a little...—”

the last thing you notice is his eyes opening almost as soon as it takes for your feet to snap out of place and launch you towards him. his arms are waiting to hold you almost immediately and while you might be surprised by his quick reflexes, you can hardly think properly when you join your lips with his.

mark looks at you in awe before a smile rises on his lips as you smile. “spiderman, i'm so sorry, but i like someone.”

gloom tints his eyes, “do you?”

you hum, and even though you're kinda rejecting him, he lets you wrap your arms tighter around his neck. “his name is mark lee. and he's my lab partner before he's new york's friendly neighbor.”

ㅤ 𓂂 ☆ haechan: spiderman by accident. anti-hero. wired headphones. a random stop at a gas station for snacks. bruises and cuts. original anomaly. boyish teasing. upside down kiss. across the spiderverse suit. street smart. smugly comments. sneaking out after being grounded. “he looks worse than me.” grimaces when you cure a ugly looking wound. piles of love letters from admirers. quiet confession while you cure his wounds. strawberry lollipop. enemies to lovers. stay up for a late night swinging around the city with you.

the knocks on your window, though light (as if the person was instantly regretting it) were enough wake you up as you rushed out to open it.

on the other side awaited you an elusive shadow that remained static until you took his hand and ushered him into your room, and the night light finally caught his shattered suit.

“i had nowhere else to go, did i wake you?” his voice is soft and hoarse, and you really give him points for downplaying it when he repress flinchling when you touch the purple scrape on his chin. “it's not that bad.”

you make him sit up in bed and find it funny how he tries to do it because he starts stirring as if he's afraid of ruining the sheets. “i'll treat them.”

“don't bother.” he makes a pretense of continuing to talk until he notices the severity on your face and your decision to do so, and more importantly, notice how your eyes run all over his body taking into account all the cuts that show the destroyed suit on his skin. “he looks worse than me.”

you frown y and avoid looking so affected, keeping yourself busy looking for the gauze and alcohol, and then sitting next to him to begin healing the cuts on his chest. you work slowly and carefully, he doesn't say anything until you finish.

his hands grasp yours when you falter as they brush against his neck. “i'd like to keep it on.”

“is it because you don't trust me?”

“it's because i'm scared you won't like me once you find out who i am.” his voice comes to you so soft and low.

you seek his eyes, you make him see. your feelings, your emotions; you take his hand and guide it to your heart. “i'll never stop liking you, lee donghyuck.”

ㅤ 𓂂 ☆ jaemin: the sidekick who got superpowers. quiet extrovert's best friend. admiring the view of the setting sun. saving a kitten from a tree. visit at a nursing home. bingo in the afternoons. villains are friendly with him. classic suit. backward cap. funny clapbacks. “oh, it's just a scratch.” (frozen steak in black eye). subway ride home. eepy cats on a windowsill watching the falling snow. love at first sight. romantic telerage signal on the brooklyn bridge.

you had noticed that jaemin was acting strangely lately, but you couldn't imagine what you were about to discover when the screen of your phone showed his name. with a sigh, you answered, bracing yourself for another conversation full of excuses and evasions.

you kept moving down the crowded catwalk self-absorbed and a little troubled. "jaemin, we need to talk about—”

“yn, please, can you look to your right?” he interrupts with his voice full of nervousness and excitement.

confused but intrigued, you hang up and look to your side as your gaze took over the sunset of the city and the brooklyn bridge, taking up all the space, and just at that moment you notice that you were walking in a sea of static people, looking in amazement at a giant message formed by cobwebs that said: "i love you.”

the phone line remain silent until his calm voice fill your ears. “do you like it?”

your mouth feels dry and you can't string something coherent. between surprise and charm, you can barely articulate words. “are you friends with spiderman?!”

“what- no! better.”

better. does that mean… “are you his sidekick?!” that would explain why he has been absent from your date. that'd explain it all.

he laughs, and you sense a bit of struggle in his voice. “look left now.”

at that precise moment, a figure descends from the sky and with a jerk his arm wraps around your waist and your feet stop touching the ground. with a fluid movement, he pulls you both away from the cheering hustle and bustle and you squeeze more against him, watching the world blur and your whole body hum.

your eyes close and you let yourself be fully carried away by him, melted into the warm sensation that embraces you, until your feet touch the ground again. your mind feels light and your senses are put on alert when you look down and see how far the two of you are from the actual ground, holding him with hurry. “i got you.”

you look at him overcome by emotion and surprise and your eyes take note of jaemin's gentle features when he removes the mask. “i will always got you, baby.”

ㅤ 𓂂 ☆ jisung: wrong place at the wrong time. friendly neighbor doing errands for elderly people. clumsy swaying between buildings. awkward execution but good results. inner dialogues. thinking out loud. “from your friendly neighbor, spider-man”. shy giggles. stealing kisses. drinking soda on top of a moving subway. be late to class. stark enterprise intern. iron spider suit. meet up cute. confession by accident because he says something you said to jisung, not spiderman.

it might seem cute to him that you're so clueless if it weren't for the little problem that he was too and you were always in trouble because of it. in addition to that, it's not that he was an expert and a good performer, he was generally clueless as well; he sometimes wished he couldn't be in front of you.

you've crouched in a corner while he awkwardly fights a couple of thugs, and when he's done he's spent half his ration of cobwebs, knocked over a dumpster, and maybe has a rib or two bursts.

he laughs, he doesn't know why. maybe because he wants to soften your eyes open in alert as you hug your bag tightly. some belongings have fallen to the ground thanks to the forcing, and jisung picks them up as he makes his way to you. “are you okay, ma'am?” the unopened box of pasty colors lies wet when he picks it up. “ew…”

“no! my crayons.” his gaze shoots up at you as you emerge from your stupor, just as you see that your journey to the tool store has been in vain.

jisung helps you pick up what can be saved, until your eyes stay glued to the ground, looking for something as he remembers what. “your notebook.” it was the first thing he caught with his webs before it fell to the wet floor of the alley, because he knows how important it is for you.

a pair of cobwebs hold it in place on the wall when he peels it off. “thanks!” you smile and he thanks the mask for hiding he does it too.

“thank you, spiderman. and i'm sorry, i know it's dangerous going out so late… i just needed to buy more paint.”

“right, your art project.”

he doesn't even realize what a gaffe he's made in time. it's not when he takes his eyes off your notebook and watches you look at him with a mixture of surprise and suspicion. “eh… well, i assume it is, cause why i would know. not that i know … okay! i hope you arrive safe at home, i gotta go,” he says the words too fast and trips over the container on his way out.

“i see you in class tomorrow.”

“okay!— i mean, no, no. i don't even go to brooklyn visions.” he incriminates himself more and more as he speaks. “totally don't see me there, cause i don't even go to school.” jesus christ, he really wish he could shut up once and for all.

ㅤ 𓂂 ☆ jeno: intern at oscorp co. bitten by an upgraded spider because he's a little clumsy. social butterfly. lowkey popular at school. non-prescription glasses. nyu hoodie. crush on the quiet girl from his math class. “one last call”. hybrid suit. stolen kisses. last man standing. lost backpacks. wants to redeem the villains. she fell first but he fell harder. being snatched away for him. accidental confession because you joked that he was spiderman.

it was known that after a few catches at fast-paced people would begin to suspect. jeno had to seriously get his spider senses in order and stop acting before he could think, but it was almost impossible for him to do so when it came to you.

it was the fourth time he'd caught something before it fell to the ground that day, and even if you apologized for being so clumsy, jeno was frustrated because he couldn't not do so; suddenly, he wanted to protect you from everything.

he likes it, and maybe it had to do with him liking you.

god, he wasn't very good with words, and he might be a little silly because he can't show it with actions either. and he spends all day looking for a way to get you to agree to go out with him and he may also spend his time imagining scenarios where you don't like him back, and it scares him.

and that's why he doesn't have time to register that he needs to be careful when the enriched senses strike because you're always in your head, and he just catches a beaker of precipitation inches off the ground.

“wow,” you say and something tingles inside, like it was trying to warn him. “you're spiderman, aren't you?”

perhaps it was telling him to keep his big mouth shut.

jeno looks at you dumbfounded and suddenly he can't spin a coherent thought while you stare at him with those eyes ‘cause then he can think properly. “how d'you know?”

he wants to hit himself right there when you suppress a smile because it is at that moment that the possibility arises that perhaps you didn't know and that maybe (not sure yet) it was a joke.

actually… he could downplay it and flip it if it weren't for the fact that a light bulb finally light up above his head, because maybe he could... take advantage of spiderman's charms for the first time. “i am spiderman.”

but then he says it so weird that you start laughing and he thinks you think he's joking, “dead serious.” his eyes follow you chuckling a lot and he can't help but smile too, until you stop all of a sudden.

maybe you didn't know... fuck, he's screwed up very bad this time.

ㅤ 𓂂 ☆ chenle: rich boy experimenting in his father's laboratory. vigilante. sassy retorts. unpremeditated actions. advance suit 2.0. savior of the girl in distress. knocks on your window at midnight. finger guns. “that's the best you can do?”. childhood friends to lovers. vengeful. misunderstood. traitor trope. the sound of a thunderstorm. whispers at 3 am. random hugs. mean to everyone but you. no confession needed when you know your bestfriend fully.

the buildings pass on either side of you like a gray blur as you swing like a bullet through the air, your hair dances in the warm breeze and makes it harder for you to see clearly the one who holds you tightly and safe as he takes you somewhere protected from danger.

there's fear sitting in your chest that begins to fade as his swaying lulls you and you close your eyes letting yourself go until your feet touch solid ground.

“are you okay?” you hear his voice muffled by the mask, “are you hurt?” he says again, now with a tinge of alertness in his voice when your grip don't let go.

and he allows you. he doesn't let you go, and you don't want him either. and as the adrenaline goes down and dissolves in your system, your other senses resurface and even though your fear comes back something triggers in your mind. something... familiar.

you separate yourself from him with thousands of sensations crossing your features as you study the mask. your eyes drenched in something akin to shock and revelation as your hand reaches out the hem. “don't.”

his hands grab yours to keep you from lifting it up. “chenle,” you pronounce with a heartbeat, and his grip loosens.

his face is revealed underneath the cloth and you hold your breath as his closed eyes slowly begin to open. “how did you know it was me?”

“you're my best friend.”

ㅤ 𓂂 ☆ renjun: a radioactive spider missing at a science convention. spidey senses. overly intuitive. scrapped prototypes. city at dusk. gliding in the sky. leap of fate. upgraded suit. late summer nights. string lights. origami stars. sign language. sidewalk chalk drawings. not a quitter. “i am nothing without the suit”. skateboard tracks. volumes and mixtapes. scrapped knees. humming a lost song. self-sacrifice. exes to lovers. he removes his mask without knowing you're sitting on his bed.

he had mastered and perfected his technique of not making noise when entering his room. he knew the gears on the front door would make noise, so he opted for the window. the fire escape led him to the tenth floor where he slipped into the room by climbing up the ceiling.

he almost screams victory, taking off his mask, before his enriched senses tell him something isn't right, almost at the same fraction of a second when you drops with a pronounced daze the lego sculpture and it shatters on the floor. “you're spiderman.” more of a rectification than a question as if you couldn't believe it. “oh, my god. you're spiderman.”

he comes to you and hushes you. “yn! what are you doing in my room!?” your mouth opens in amazement before your features are bathed in disbelief.

“you told me to come!” he puts a hand in your mouth and the unexpected approach makes you hesitate.

“alright, alright…” he says in a whisper. “be quiet, yeah?” he asks, looking into your eyes. “don't freak out.” you nod, “seriously, i can tell you'll scream the moment i remove my hand, so promise me.” he removes his hand and awaits for your reaction.

you're puzzled, “you're spiderman…,” you breathe and he grins smugly before you hit him not so lightly.

renjun puts a hand to his mouth after letting out a sound more outraged than painful. “you're spiderman and you didn't think to tell me?”

“well… i was thinking of telling you…”

“i kissed you!? spiderman and renjun!” you say, almost stupefied. “didn't you think to tell me you were the same person? i was planning on rejecting you!” when you're done, you're just left breathing artificially, and you look at him in disbelief when he doesn't say anything.

his mouth opens slowly when he sees you waiting for something. “i was afraid you'd say that.”

you frown and stay there confused by his words.

“you're telling me that you lied to me because you were afraid? afraid of what?”

“i was afraid you'd pick him.”

“renjun, what are you talking about?” you sigh, exhausted of lies.

“of spiderman. i'm nothing without the suit. no one paid attention to me when i was a nobody.”

“i did!”

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cw: no pronouns mentioned but reader has female anatomy, mature, explicit smut, although not explicitly stated—any somnophilia is strictly consensual, established relationship in all of these, little to no plot, oral sex, unprotected sex (this is fiction. pls protect urself), overstimulation, pet names, cum play/cum eating, spit, crying, just pure filth fr... all are pretty long... i got too into it...

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ mark

it doesn't happen often, but on nights where mark wakes up at an ungodly hour, squirming and coated with a layer of sweat, his first instinct is to look over in search of you. his cock is throbbing, painfully hard in his shorts. he had just had the most obscene dream about you, and now his tip was so sensitive that even the fabric brushing against it made him hiss and shudder.

instinctively, his eyes open and he blinks away any sleep that remains, knowing he can't rest under these conditions. he turns and lets his gaze land on your figure that lays beside him. even in the darkness, he can make out your form, shirt lifting to sit at the small of your waist. hesitantly, mark lifts the covers to reveal your bottom half, and he has to bite down on his lip to keep from gasping out at the view of your ass cheeks peeking out from underneath your shorts.

there’s a sense of shame that awakens within him when he circles an arm around you and presses his front into your thigh with a low groan. mark's hips have a mind of their own, wiggling incessantly until his breathing has grown erratic against your side.

"...mark?" you shift around a little, turning to face him.

"hey, baby," he mumbles. he leans to hover an inch or two above you, dipping down to let his lips press into your cheek. lazily, he drags them over the corner of your lips and your jaw, leaving a wet trail along your skin.

his hums are low, and not for one second has he stopped rubbing himself against your side. in a matter of seconds, the pre cum that leaks from his head has dribbled onto his gray joggers, and a soft sigh leaves his mouth. your brows dip until you blink in realization and look down, mouth parting.

"mark,"

"i need you so bad," he explains.

immediately, your thighs rub together and your mind fogs as his eyes stare into yours, low with sleep and dark with want. you can just make out his delicate features, soft and flushed as he blinks at you tiredly. his bottom lip is wet with spit or maybe drool, and you lean in to kiss it.

"please, i need you, too," you whimper, and he squeezes your waist tighter in response, pulling you closer until the two of you are chest to chest and your boobs are pressed flat against him.

he wastes no time pressing his mouth to yours and letting his tongue push past your lips, feeding you a lewd groan when your leg hikes up around his waist. your clothed cunt is now rubbing directly up against him, clenching around nothing.

"tell me what you want," his words are whispered against your lips, and he slides his hand over your ass, fingers brushing your shorts aside to slide between your folds and collect your slick, "woah, baby. you're so wet already,"

"can't help it," you mutter weakly, grinding down into his digits.

"you like my fingers? wanna ride them, baby?" he teases your entrance, but you shake your head, too distracted by the outline of his entire length pressed against your pelvis.

"no.."

you clutch as his shirt to pull him closer and he lets out a breathy laugh.

"use your words, babe," the sigh that leaves your lips when he flattens his fingers against your pussy makes his jaw go slack, eyes narrowing on your face. his dick twitches at the way your pupils are blown out and unfocused, your wetness squelching on his palm whenever he rubs you.

"please," you whimper, "i just want you inside of me, want you making me feel good.."

"since you asked so nicely," he's pulled down his boxers in seconds, hand pumping himself a few times before he rubs himself between your lips so he can use your arousal to slip in smoothly.

his tip, however, barely pushes into you before he's forced to bury his face in your neck, whining out, "baby, you're too tight, it'll hurt for you,"

"no, it's fine," you blurt, reaching for his hips, "please,"

you clench around him and he grunts, "let me stretch you out on my fingers firs-"

"please, please, please..."

he takes one more experimental thrust, teeth nibbling on your ear lobe, "you sure? i don't wanna hurt you,"

you nod quickly, slurred praises tumbling from your lips, "'feels so good, baby.."

"okay, okay," his hips push past any resistance and he squeezes his eyes shut as he bottoms out. the fluttering of your walls has him seeing stars, and he's desperately trying not to bust already.

when you beg him for more, he lifts his head from the crook of your neck and obliges, letting his pace speed up gradually although he's still careful to watch for any signs of your discomfort. he fails to find any, only your usual soft features molded into pleasure, giving away how you're barely holding it together.

your brow is pinched, eyes glossed over, pants and moans falling from your lips.

"you like that?"

a chant of yeses are whimpered against his cheek, which you lean in to kiss as the pressure in your stomach snaps and your orgasm washes over you.

"damn, baby, you're coming already?" he tries to tease you but he eats his words instantly, a dragged out moan rumbling from his chest at the feeling of your walls pulsing and contracting.

"baby, ease up—you're gonna, oh, fuck," he slows down, "you're gonna make me come if you keep squeezing me like that,"

"i can't, i can't control it.. keep going, please,"

he can't deny you, despite knowing he can't hold on any longer. his hips snap into yours and you cry out, coming a second time and in turn, pushing mark right over the edge.

he empties himself into you as your thighs start trembling, cum shooting from him and filling you up.

by the time he comes down, his tip is so sensitive that he can't even try to muffle the noises that are coming out of him. he's shamelessly whining out, gaze focusing only on your pretty flustered face. he's intent on keeping his movements from stuttering, so that you can savor every last bit of your orgasm, and he only slows down once your breathing fully calms.

both of you have worked up a sweat, foreheads pressed against each other and breaths mixed.

"that was..."

"i know."

"we should wash up," he suggests weakly, though his lids are already falling closed. you shake your head in protest.

"too tired, baby.. in the morning,"

mark is too exhausted to argue, too comfortable in your embrace to get up. his dick is still buried deep within your warm walls. he settles for staying still, wrapping his arms around you so he can hold you as close as possible, humming while you drift to sleep.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ renjun

renjun's wake up call this morning is unlike any other. his eyes open in slivers to guard himself from the harsh light that seeps in through the blinds. only for a moment does he think about going back to sleep but his idea fades as he realizes there's a weight pushing down on his lap, a blurry silhouette hovering over him.

"renjun? sorry for waking you..." you mumble, except you don't sound sorry at all.

your boyfriend lets out a dragged out, confused sound beneath you and you giggle, rolling your hips forward again to grind yourself along his length. there's a bit of drool gathered at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes are still swollen and puffy from sleep, but he's grown fully aware of your ruse by now.

he looks down at the spot where your bodies meet, watching through his slightly blurred vision the way your pussy lips part when his wet head pokes out. his dick is hard, pressed flat against his stomach.

"what's got you so needy this early in the morning?" he says quietly, bringing his hands up to grip your waist and thighs.

meanwhile, your hand slips between your legs to rub at your folds, "had a dream about you," your own moan interrupts you, "then, i looked over and noticed the tent in your shorts... i couldn't help myself,"

"i'm glad you didn't," he mutters. he rubs his eyes quickly and looks over to you again, letting his thumb roll over your nipple, "you look so pretty in the mornings,"

you blush at his compliment, "so do you," and lift your hips in order to guide him toward your entrance. with your lip between your teeth, you slide down him slowly. both of you breathe out in relief at the same time, and your lips pout slightly at the pleasure shooting through your core.

"nng-aah, w-wait." his hands fly to still you and you tense up.

"what's wrong-"

"nothing, i just-" renjun's eyes roll back slightly, "don't wanna come too quickly."

you smirk, "oh?" and lift yourself up again before sitting back down. instantly, your boyfriend brings his palm to his mouth, sinking his teeth down as the blood rushes to his cheeks and tip.

"i need you, jun. i can't wait any longer," you tease, and your pace picks up a bit. renjun tries to warn you again, but his words are slurred, unintelligible behind the hand that clasps over his lips.

his pretty eyes are hazy, and he's watching helplessly as you start bouncing above him. your moans and whines are driving him wild, and the way your walls constrict around him has his thighs trembling against the quietly squeaking mattress.

"i'm not gonna last," he breathes out, and you shake your head.

both of your hands come up to his chest for support and you lean down to kiss his cheek, "it's okay, you can come,"

and he does, before the last syllable even falls from your lips. he's practically whimpering as his dick twitches incessantly. the feeling is overwhelming, mind-blowing, and he decides that perhaps, he's coming so hard because he's barely awake. part of him hopes he's dreaming, only because it means he'd be able to do this all over again.

alas, he is awake, and when he opens his eyes again after his orgasm, you're lifting your leg to climb off of him.

"let's shower, yeah?"

"where are you going? get back here," he sits up, your wrist clasped in his hand, "lay down."

he guides you to lay where he did a moment ago, scooting down to place his face right between your legs. renjun doesn't even wait for you to get comfortable before his mouth is on your pussy, lapping up the mix of his come and your arousal from your pulsing hole.

your core throbs against his mouth and you squeak out at the lewd sounds of sputtering, grabbing at one of his hands to tether yourself. his other hand cups your breast, elbows keeping your thighs parted for him.

renjun's eyes flutter closed as he savors you, relentlessly working you until you cry out his name. drops of your release drip down his chin and onto the sheets and you writhe under his hold.

"yes, yes!" your pleas prompt him to shake his head and you gasp out, fingers pressing into his arms to push him off. he doesn't budge, though, too obsessed with your taste and the prospect of overstimulating you. the longer his tongue fucks you, the longer you come, until finally, he comes up for air.

your chest rises and falls in rugged pants, and he only smirks at your state.

"i'll start running that shower for us. how does that sound?"

"sounds good," you nod weakly, and he squeezes your hand.

"it's a shame," he sighs, and you raise your brow at him. he sighs again, "i ate all my cum out of you. i guess i'll just have to fill you up again,"

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ jeno

there's a strange and warm wetness between your legs, most notable when you shift around in your state of limited awareness and feel your thighs gliding seamlessly against one another.

your eyes peek open tiredly, blinking to adjust to the darkness around you. there's a bit of commotion behind you, familiar low grunts that seethe through tightened teeth. jeno lays behind you, body parallel to match your curved form. he was still at schedules when you had fallen asleep, and it seems you didn't hear him come in.

you continue to look around, quickly finding the reason for the slippery situation between your legs. when you glance down, you catch the sight of his angry tip, rhythmically poking out from between your thighs.

normally, jeno prefers engaging in sexual acts when you're awake. he likes watching you fall apart because of him, it gets him off that much faster. tonight, however, he couldn't help himself. when he got home and noticed you had fallen asleep on top of the covers in only a tank top and panties, his already semi-hard dick practically doubled in size.

he had managed to be silent; until now, that is.

"fuck, yes," his voice is strained, no louder than a whisper.

"j-jeno?"

immediately, your boyfriend sucks in a breath and stops his movements. he's quiet for a moment, but when you stir again, he realizes he didn't imagine your soft voice calling for him. he sighs out.

"did i– shit, baby. did i... wake you?" you'd bet anything that his black orbs are blown wide, cheeks red in shame from being caught.

the corner of your lip lifts and you instinctively reach between your legs, wrapping your fingers around his head and pumping a few times.

"s'okay," you mutter sleepily, letting your eyes close again.

he chokes out a needy mewl, "god, i need you so bad, i need to fuck you. please,"

"m'too tired, jen-"

"you don't have to do any of the work, pretty. just lay back, i'll take care of it," his words are cooed, muffled into your back where he rests his forehead for a brief minute. when you nod and whisper out a few soft pleas, he gives your waist a squeeze.

jeno shifts away just enough for his hands to tug at your waist, rolling you onto your back. he doesn't spare a moment, immediately settling between you and spreading your legs apart to see the mess he made.

the bit of light that bleeds into your room from the streetlamp outside bounces off your soaked thighs, coated in a mix of pre-cum and spit. your boyfriend breathes out shakily, bringing his tongue to your skin to lap up some of the wetness.

the pudge of your thighs feels warm in his hands, flesh rolling against his palm as he massages it.

"i love using you...so pretty, all mine," his index finger hooks around the fabric of your panties, shifting it aside to reveal your cunt. with a pleased hum, he licks up the bit of your arousal that drips down your ass, before laying his tongue flat against you. the muscle works you for a moment, slurping and licking until your arousal and his saliva are coating your entrance.

he nuzzles his face deeper still, nose bumping you deliciously and rubbing into your clit when you grind against him. your quiet squeaks are cut off when jeno pulls back, jaw tightening as he spits on you. he dives back in to kiss your pussy then leans back once more, observing his work momentarily until he decides he's satisfied.

hurriedly, he scoots up onto his knees, slapping his dick on your clit a few times, "i'm gonna fuck you now, yeah?"

you eagerly nod, breathing out shakily as he pushes your legs up and to your chest, literally folding you in half. his left hand is large enough to hold the back of your knees and keep your legs in place, while his right hand guides his tip to push into you.

"mmm baby, 'love how you fill m'up," he understands what you mean even though your words are slurred, and he hisses in response, snapping his hips into yours a little harder. your nails dig into his arm as you whimper, impossibly tight from not being previously stretched out. the burn is delectable, though—a plain reminder of how big he is and how no one else can stuff you quite the same.

the position he has you in allows his tip to nudge your cervix with every thrust until you're squelching around him, sobbing and coming so hard that your vision has turned white. your hand flies to your mouth, eyes squeezing out hot tears that wet your cheeks.

he tries to muster a smug laugh but his jaw goes slack as realizes he's much closer than he thought. some of your juices gush when he pulls out, using his hand to milk himself until he busts all over the backs of your thighs and pussy with a shudder, making his second mess of the night.

his groans are loud and throaty, drawn out until the last of his seed has dripped out of his slit.

"feel free to wake me up like that whenever," you laugh airily. jeno's eyes narrow into cute half moons as he mirrors your smile, chest heaving and glistening. he pushes his hair back, then swipes his palm down his abdomen to wipe away the droplets of sweat that had gathered on his pale skin.

"stay here, let me clean you up."

"it's okay, i can-"

"nuh-uh. i promised i'd do all the work," he bends down to kiss your forehead, "now, let me baby you."

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ donghyuck

"stay still,"

"sorry. just trying to get comfortable."

he hums drowsily, nuzzling his head between your head and shoulder, cheek squished against yours.

"hyuck.."

he shushes you sharply, turning his face to press a sleepy, wet kiss to your cheek. the arms that snake around your waist pull you in closer until your backside is pressing completely to his front.

there's no perceivable space between the two of you, which you would not have minded any other day. today, however, your boyfriend had spent the majority of his morning playing video games. by the time you woke up, he'd already been smashing his keyboard and yelling into his mic in the next room over for at least three hours.

meanwhile, you woke up alone in your bed, panties wet and stuck to your folds, fantasizing about having hyuck fill you up to start your day. his absence meant you were left to tend to yourself, but your fingers were nowhere near as nice as his and your orgasm was weak and underwhelming. as you waited for him to be done, you showered and had breakfast to make time pass quicker, but he still wasn't done. that was an hour ago.

hyuck had returned a mere 15 minutes ago, annoyed by his performance in the game and claiming he was "in desperate need of a power nap." he curled up to your back and closed his eyes with a satisfied sigh, entirely oblivious to your neediness. until now, anyway.

"stop wiggling around! i can't sleep," his speech is slurred and mumbled, and it's obvious he has begun to drift off.

you don't answer or slow your actions, though; instead, you let your lids flutter closed to pretend to match his sleepiness, and roll your ass back into him again. hyuck leans up on his arm to look at you with puffy lips and a raised brow. when you peek open an eye and grind back a little more blatantly, hyuck gasps and grips your hips.

"don't start something you can't finish, baby,"

"i've needed you all day, hyuck! you were off gaming... i had to take care of myself," you whisper-shout, despite there being nobody else in the room. hyuck's mouth parts, brow creasing as lust washes over his tired eyes.

"yeah? i was ignoring you all day, huh?" he leans down to lick the shell of your ear, breathing his next words into it, "let me make it up to you.. let me help my needy baby,"

your cheeks glow pink and you fidget a bit as he squeezes your ass, playing with the flesh in his hands. it doesn't take long before he's shimmying your bottoms down to expose you fully. there's a bit of struggle when the covers get in the way, but he's quick to lift them up. as soon as the material of your clothes and panties is just past your knees, he presses himself against you, grunting as his dick swells within his basketball shorts.

you, beyond worked up, reach back for his hand, dragging it over your waist and between your legs. as soon as he feels you, he laughs.

"hmm, what are we gonna do about that, now?" you don't even answer, letting your actions speak for you. you take your lip between your teeth, maneuvering his fingers to rub circles onto your needy clit.

"that feel good?" when you don't reply again, hyuck slaps your folds gently as a kind of warning, making you clench around absolutely nothing, "use your words," he insists.

"yes," you pant, "feels so good, b-but i need more,"

a sort of content sound rumbles from his chest before he takes his hand back. you almost whine out and complain, but as soon as he slides his shorts down and plunges himself into your wet walls, your whine becomes a gasp.

hyuck, perhaps from being tired still, starts thrusting into you at an excruciatingly slow pace—one you may have the patience to ride out another day. today, however, your cunt is throbbing and begging for a worthwhile release.

your movements start as sloppy squirms, the walls of your entrance swirling around the head of his dick. he looks down to watch the way his length disappears in you, but his eyes roll back when you find your steady and quick rhythm. his hand flies up to hold your boob and his teeth graze your neck.

normally, hyuck is quite vocal, but the moment your ass cheeks start audibly slapping his thighs, pussy taking him insanely well, the moans and praises begin fall from his lips with zero restraint.

at one point, he's even louder than you.

"push that ass back into me baby, fuck."

"hyuck, i'm-" but you don't get to finish that thought, wrapping your fingers around his wrist as you come around him with a yelp.

he holds your hands tight against your chest as you come, whispering sweet nothings into your skin. when he's sure you've milked your release by the way your desperate grinding slows to a stop, he returns to his lazy pace, fucking into you deeply and tenderly.

"so good," he purrs, eyes fluttering closed.

"come for me," you mumble tiredly, and hyuck weakly laughs, digging his nose into your hair. his eyes squeeze shut and you hear the whine that gets caught in his throat when he obliges, stilling and releasing his warm load into your walls.

for a second, you think he might stay there and drift off, but he pulls out and moves to quickly tug your panties up before his cum can spill out of you. he pats your pussy over the soaked through cotton then snakes his arm around you, letting his eyes fall closed.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ jaemin

you will never fail to be impressed by your boyfriend's ability to sleep through seemingly anything.

in fact, despite how long you've dated, there's still no way for you to rationalize this special skill of his; it's practically a talent, and its infuriatingly frustrating. you don't care to admit it out loud, but you are, and always have been, beyond envious.

on days where jaemin goes to bed after you've drifted off, you're always stirred awake by the way the mattress dips to accommodate his tired body. regardless of how gentle he is, how quietly he pads over, lifts the covers, and slips into his side of the bed, he will always wake you up.

it's not like it bothers you! it's something neither of you can help, and you remind him of that every time he holds you close and mumbles that he's sorry for disturbing your rest.

but somehow, here you lie between his legs, hot tongue swirling around his swollen head and licking his slit, and your boyfriend lies completely still, chest rising and falling evenly. he's oblivious to your devious ministrations, even when you start taking him fully into your mouth, moaning and stroking him with your fisted hand in an effort to wake him up so that he can fuck your brains out.

it isn't until you've started trailing kisses along his thighs that he flinches slightly, his muscle twitching under your lips as if whatever you were doing tickled.

"jaemin, please..."

he hums, but he doesn't seem to be fully conscious yet.

"jaemin," you whine. nothing.

alright, fuck it. without thinking it over twice, you bare your teeth and sink them down less than gently on his thigh.

"ah, shi-" jaemin hisses and sits up a bit, leaning back on his elbows. when his hand lifts up the cover and he sees you, he sighs out.

his tone is teasing, the pitch of his voice deeper than usual from sleep, "tsk, tsk... you're so bad,"

"sorry," you giggle, "i've been trying to wake you up for a few minutes now."

"is that right?" he flips the covers away and brings a hand to your chin, his other arm going behind his head, "show me what you were doing, then?"

you hum and bring him to your lips, poking your tongue out to swipe along his shaft.

"fuck, that feels-" he pauses and gulps, "i'm so sensitive,"

"i know," you spit on his tip and pump him a few times, watching how his tired eyelids flutter closed, "like i said, i've been at this for a bit."

"mhm, don't stop. feels good,"

"yeah?"

he nods, gripping your hair to push you down. when he hits the back of your throat, he flexes his thighs, falling back onto the mattress. his free hand is on his stomach, stroking up and down his abdomen that tightens whenever you hollow your cheeks.

"so good to me, baby doll,"

you hum and he echoes you, and you can tell from the way he twitches in your mouth that he's getting close. just as you start bobbing up and down, he pulls you off, replacing his dick with his thumb that pushes down on your tongue.

"what kind of boyfriend would i be if i didn't make my baby come after she sucked me off so well? come sit on my dick, baby."

your pussy clenches and you moan around his digit, nerves buzzing with excitement. when he retracts his thumb, a string of saliva stays behind and he brings his spit covered finger to play with his slit.

he watches as you kneel, knees digging into the mattress as you peel off each item of clothing hurriedly. when you spin around to face his feet and straddle him, jaemin's laughs. his hands come down to slap your ass, keeping each cheek in his grip to guide you down his cock.

"i love this view," he comments, landing one more slap and soaking in the way your skin ripples from the impact. you lean forward to grab his knees, whining out when he thrusts up a few times.

every time his hips meet the bed again, his shaft glistens in your juices, and it only drives him to rut into you faster, to fuck your warm, gummy walls even harder.

so, he does, and he doesn't stop until his balls are slapping up at your clit and you're babbling out a string of praises.

"fuck, fuck. oh, i'm gonna-" jaemin's words get caught in his throat as he comes inside of you, triggering your orgasm. when you squeeze him, he huffs out, blinking away the sweat in his eyes so he can watch the way your head rolls back and your mouth parts in awe.

"that's right, baby," he reaches of your wrists, pulling your arms to rest on his chest so that your back is arched.

"jaemin, you're s'deep," the new angle is delicious, and he doesn't stop until your fluttering walls are so sensitive that the tears have been drawn from your eyes.

exhausted, you fall to lay beside him. his arms pull you close to his chest and he leans up to press a kiss to your lips.

"well, that was quite the way to start our day, huh?"

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ chenle

"poke me again, chenle, and i swear to god-"

"what? what are you gonna do?"

you don't answer, simply settling for turning your back to him and tucking the covers under your chin.

"hey," his finger prods at your hip for the umpteenth time, "i asked you a question,"

"chenle, i'm trying to sleep."

"you don't even work tomorrow," he grumbles, scooting closer. you don't know, but the hand that isn't being used to poke you is tucked deep into his boxers, cupping his dick and balls and occasionally massaging them.

once again, you don't reply.

"babe," he snaps. maybe if you ignore him long enough... "babe! babe, babe, babe, baby, babe, ba-"

at once, you flip around, wrapping your fingers around his throat, your other hand slapping over his mouth.

"chenle, i'm actually going to fucking end you," your hair fans around his face and he gulps under your palm.

"not gonna lie," he squeaks, "this is kinda turning me on," you scoff, eyes trailing down his arm to find it tucked away into his groin.

"perv," you flip back around with a huff, but this time, what pokes you isn't his finger.

his member, which he pulls out through the crotch hole, probes your bare ass cheek a few times, smearing his pearly pre-cum all over your skin. he tucks his face into your shoulder, kissing the skin on your neck.

"come on," he whines a bit, "didn't you like choking me?"

"chenle..." your tone is feigning annoyance, but your thighs are starting to press tighter together. tentatively, chenle slides closer, wary of your short fuse. he's careful to not push your limits, trailing his lips along your skin softly.

you hum out quietly, almost reluctant to give in, and he snickers.

"don't hold back. i want you just as bad." when you crane your head towards him, he kisses your lips, maneuvering your panties to the side in a smooth gesture, "this okay?"

"yes. please, chenle," you breathe into his mouth when he pushes into you, sliding into your warmth. his fingers tap your thigh so that you can hike your leg up. as soon as he has better access, his thrusts grow a little more eager, and as you grow wetter, the sound of him fucking you echoes around the room.

the sheets tangle between your fingers when he pushes all the way into you. he stops like this and you yelp out, completely stuffed, his balls pressed against your needy bud.

a strangled sound comes from chenle's throat from the way your walls are involuntarily fluttering, milking and massaging his length in random bursts. when it becomes a bit too much to sit through, he starts his pace again.

the pressure starts building in your abdomen in no time, but it doesn't last long; before you can fully relish in the feeling of your creeping orgasm, chenle's dick is out of you.

"fuck this," before you can say anything, his hands are turning you around to face him, pulling your leg up and around his waist, "wanna see you," he's explains quickly, then he's back inside of you with a wet squelch, gripping your hip hard enough to leave a bruise. at the way his eyes dig into yours, your jaw goes slack.

"a little more," you purr, and he snaps his cock into you harder, only realizing you've started to come because your voice has cut out and you've stopped breathing for a second, vision blurry from the wave of pleasure. the grip your hands have on his shoulders is deliciously tight, and you try tugging him closer.

chenle grunts, "where do you want it?"

"i-"

"baby, i'm gonna come," he chokes out, "where do you want it?"

"can't make a m-mess," you sigh out, "jus' changed the sheets,"

"baby," he urges and you nod, unintentionally squeezing his dick even tighter.

"inside! inside, please!"

his thrusts falter as he releases, painting your insides with streams of his seed. his smugness doesn't waver. he comes inside of you until he's pumped you full of every last drop, just as you had asked, and then instantly scoffs, laughing at your fucked out face.

"and here you were talking so much shit,"

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ jisung

whatever prompted you to drift into your state of unconsciousness with your legs spread open, jisung doesn't know. what he does know, is that his long and slender fingers are now buried in your cunt, coated in your arousal, and pumping in and out of you slowly.

he hasn't yet decided if he wants to wake you with his actions because part of him wonders if he could make you come in your sleep. so far, with the reactions your body has given him, he thinks he might just be able to.

upon first finding you like this when he woke up from his nap, jisung's dick swelled up in his boxers, tip leaking precum and jolting eagerly in need.

he remembers you mentioning that you wanted to be touched in your sleep, but your boyfriend had never before found an opportunity so perfect to fulfill your fantasy.

he wanted to, but every time he intended to wake you up to his tongue, or his fingers, or even his cock, you had fallen asleep with your legs were pressed together. he knew you might wake up if he repositioned you at all, and he was a bit embarrassed to get caught before he’d even gotten started. today was unlike any of those days, though.

today, your thighs were perfectly sprawled apart, showcasing your pretty folds that barely hid under your shorts. unable to keep himself from such a convenience, jisung brought his index finger to toy with your clit a little, just out of curiosity. in seconds, he noticed the shiny wetness that gathered at your entrance. when he slid his index finger in you and found no resistance, he let out a shaky breath, and that's how he found himself where he is now.

his index and middle finger are stuffed knuckle deep in you, free hand groping his own cock. he's been keeping track of each miniscule change in your body language and currently, his jaw hangs open at the way that even in sleep, your tight pussy is gripping his fingers like a vice, fluttering when he dares to curl his digits and rub your sweet spot.

your lips, which were previously pressed together, are now parted, and your eyebrows are pinched down at the center, almost in confusion. your breathing is faster, too, and he's moments away from ditching his plan to make you come like this.

he's itching to fuck your cunt fast with his fingers, to wake you up and make you come hard until you've soaked his forearm, but then, he hears you mumble something, and he decides to pick up his pace only a subtle amount.

"mmm, ji," you wiggle a bit, "feels good,"

"does it, baby?" he whispers, but you can't answer. you're not awake yet.

he adds his ring finger and your mewls grow desperate, your hands reaching across the bed for anything to grab. jisung knows you well enough to know you're close. he's made you come countless times before, and this wriggling is precisely what you do before you come undone.

ever so carefully, he brings his mouth down to connect to your clit, and as soon as he does, you gasp, eyes blinking open as you finally realize what's happening.

"holy shit, i'm coming," you moan out. your hands disappear into his hair, finally having something to hold and tug on as your back arches and your toes curl. when his teeth graze your bundle of nerves, presumably from the accomplished smile on his face, your leg makes its way over his shoulder to pull him closer, and the two of you hum in unison.

jisung is shamelessly fucking the mattress now, stalling himself so that you can ride out your high on his face and digits. he loves pleasing you just as much as he loves getting off, and the look that you give him when you finally come down has him reeling. his balls are fucking full, and he's so close that he thinks he could come right then and there.

you're shaking with overstimulation, face slightly puffy from sleep. your cheeks are bright red, your pupils are dilated, and the cutest little tired smile is playing on your lips. when you tug his hair gently, he understands it as you pulling him to you.

obediently, he withdraws his fingers and wipes away your wetness from his chin, attaching his mouth to yours to kiss you deeply and desperately.

"was that good?" he mumbles against your lips. you giggle and he does the same, pulling away to look you in the eyes.

"that was fucking great," you kiss him again, "but i wanna make you feel good, too."

"i'm close, but i just wanted to wait until i was inside you,"

with a soft grin, your hands tug his hips closer and jisung kneels with your thighs resting over his own, perfectly aligned with your sopping wet folds.

"fill me up, ji. such a good boy," he groans, both turned on and embarrassed at the same time from the nickname. he knows you're sensitive, so he slips in slowly, and that's all it takes for him to release his thick white cum into you. his head falls into the crook of your shoulder, and you rub his back as he thrusts shallowly, savoring his climax.

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ME & YOU ; you and haechan hook up for the first time

prefaces switch; can stand alone.

n_fw, wc4754 (+1049 word bonus). switch!haechan (he’s sub-leaning here but such a little lowkey brat about it), minor flirting, friends to lovers/first hook up. minor power play, cum play/eating, jacking off/hand job, dirty talk/teasing, nipple play, he moans and whimpers a lot thanks god, aftercare suggested…it’s am list wholesome someone lol. i tried to keep so chill but in a perfect world he really gets so wet like a girl like it’s inconvenient sometimes but fuck if it isn’t hot…yeah. I’m head cannoning that

a_n: it’s kinda long so if there are any mistakes pls lmk.

“Are you staying?”

Haechan stares at you as though he hasn’t heard the question, and you find yourself smiling over the confirmation that you really do have that much power over him.

It’s been a joke between your mutual friends for the last few weeks -though it’s really been months, if you’re honest-, his increased interest in you oddly endearing in that he gets so distracted that he completely fucking blanks for seconds at a time. Like a school boy clueless about how to handle his first crush.

You turn the lock on your door, laughing at the way the sound seems to snap him out of his daze. As he nervously looks between you and the only exit, you go on to say, “You’re free to leave. I just don’t want anyone to come back…”

“You want…just you and me?”

You offer him a soft smile as you come to stand in front of him, head tilting thoughtfully before you boldly raise a hand to cradle his cheek. He stutters on a breath, eyes searching yours, but you don’t give much away as you stroke your thumb over the curve of his cheek.

“Cute,” you smirk as you sidestep to make your way past him. “Yes, Haechan. Just me and you.”

He catches your wrist, eyes not quite meeting yours when you look back at him. “Noona,” he breathes. “Do you know—”

The question causes you to laugh as you twist out of his hold and make your way over the couch. “I do,” you plainly admit , tugging your phone from your pocket and tucking it under your thigh as you sit down. “You haven’t been particularly shy about it.” You pat the spot next to you. “I think it’s sweet. Especially since I like you, too.”

“You like me, too?” He questions, coming to stand over you. His gaze is unfocused, pupils wide, and you wonder for a moment if he’s still drunk. It’s been hours since you watched him have his last beer. But, his face isn’t flushed (beyond the endearing sunburn he has from forgetting to reapply sunscreen) and he isn’t slurring his words. “You know what I want from you?”

“I don’t fuck my friends.” You draw your elbow along the back of the couch. “For the record.”

It’s been a little over a year since you met Haechan at dinner with mutual friends. You’ve slowly become friendly enough with everyone in their little group, which is how you’d ended up on a group vacation with them. (It’s also how you’d ended up at lunch with Chenle a few weeks ago. You weren’t particularly close to him, but you’d been curious enough when he invited you out; he’d ended up giving you a crash course in all things Haechan, and most importantly informing you that he’s a lot more tender than he appears to be.

You weren’t particularly unaware of that fact, especially since he’d only just broken up with his longterm partner around the time you’d met, but -according to everyone- he’s been returning to his old self ever since, and the completely ray that he is is hard to miss) But, there was something different about the man standing over you right now, making you slightly more fond of him then you were the other younger members of the friend group.

Admitting that you like him is easy. More so given the fact that his crush on you is so obvious…and confirmed by both Johnny, your close friend, and Chenle, his. Much easier than you imagine anything going forward is going to be.

“I don’t want to be your friend,” he admits, swallowing thickly. He sits down, at your feet rather than next to you on the couch, leaning into the cushions and your leg imploringly. “Unless that’s all I can be.”

“Is that so?”

“I…I’ve learned. And grown. A lot,” he admits, as though he hadn’t expected such a question. “Since we met. I’ve come to terms with my last relationship, with myself…and I have a clear head…if you can consider my thoughts being clouded by you clear headed.”

“Not at all.”

He laughs, cheeks darkening shyly even under his sunburn. “Has it really been that obvious?”

“You blank out sometimes. It’d be weird, but I’m nterested in you.”

He -incredibly cutely- lays his head on your thigh, eyes closing for a moment before opening a little clearer than before. “I’m trying to be normal about it.”

“What can I do to help?”

He trembles. Fucking trembles, as though it’s a normal thing for a grown man to do while confessing. “Can tonight not count? I think I could think straight.”

“If you fucked me?”

It’s a trick question, really. Or, rather, a curious one. No one has flat out told you Haechan is submissive, and his bright, charming personality doesn’t exactly spell it out, but there are somethings that are hard for you to miss. And the fact that he’s accepted your invitation to join you on the couch by sitting at your feet all but seals the deal. You just need him to clarify exactly how much he wants you to know up front.

He doesn’t answer right away, though. So you take the opportunity to comb through his hair. It’s soft through your fingers -fluffy and a little more textured than normal thanks to the salty, ocean breeze-, forcing you to resist the urge to tighten your grip and tilt his head for him to look at you. The urge only worsens when he moans at the feel of your nails along his scalp.

Thankfully, he pulls away to sit back on his heels as he considers your question. “Can I kiss you?”

Haechan’s mouth tastes like pineapples. It’s sweet and surprising and as his tongue swipes at the seam of your lips you decide that it fits him exactly.

One kiss turns into another. And another, and—

His mouth tastes like pineapple and his lips are soft and eager, hungry in a way you haven’t experienced in a long time. Greedy as he licks into your mouth and strokes your tongue with his. Even his hands come up to play, his arms curling around your waist and fingers sneaking under your shirt as he maneuvers himself between your thighs.

He inches higher and higher, fingertips warm as he trails your sides and back before ghosting the front edge of your bra. You catch his wrist to stop him, a smile playing on your lips when he pulls away with a needy, borderline pathetic groan.

“Noona—”

“Haechan,” you counter, your free hand forcing him to look up at you. “Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.”

“That easy?”

You grin. “Sure.”

“I-I want whatever you want.”

You lean in to kiss him, smiling against his lips when he tries to take it too far. “Not good enough.”

He blinks a few times. “I just want— well, can you…”

“Do you want me to touch you, Haechan?”

“Yes.”

“Was that so hard?” You kiss him again, easing your hold on his wrist. “Are you feeling shy?”

“No. Nervous.” He swallows, eyes focused on your lips before he looks back up at you. “I don’t want to cross any lines. In case.”

“Cute.” You sit back. “We won’t go too far…” You rest your foot on his knee, smirking at the way his breathing deepens as you slowly slide up his thigh and pause at the crease. He’s already hard, his dark sweatshorts doing nothing to hide the thick length of him. “Stoplight system, though.”

“Yeah,” he licks his lips. “Ok.”

“Good boy.”

“Fuck,” he pants, hips shifting as he stops himself from squirming too much.

You slip under his shirt. “Take this off…Good job, baby.

“I didn’t know you were this fit. You were so distracting all day, you know? So pretty under the sun. So cute sneaking glances at me, too. Did you think I wouldn’t notice?”

You slide forward and use both hands to ghost your fingertips across his collarbones and trail down his chest to tease his nipples. His eyes fall closed as he whimpers under your touch, amusingly sensitive.

“What did you do when you snuck off?”

“W-when?”

You laugh. “You know when, Haechan.”

He meets your gaze, surprisingly focused as he says, “And you know, Noona…I was p-pretty and distracting? You looked —haa, f-fuck—, looked so good. And you flirted with Doyoung-hyung all day.”

You giggle at the way he pouts, teasing him by pinching both nipples before allowing your hands to slide in opposite directions on his chest. “He and I are friends,” you remind him as one hand settles in his shoulder. Drawing your thumb up and down the column of his throat, you go on to say, “You didn’t answer my question.”

Your other hand settles on his lower stomach, two fingers slipping into his waistband before stopping. He whimpers pathetically, hips canting up in search of relief.

“I touched myself i-in the bathroom…please, Yn-noona. Keep going.”

You push just a little lower, fingers parting around the base of his cock, and the breath he lets out leaves a thrill passing through you that you have to swallow back carefully as you continue to draw your thumb back and forth over the swell of his throat. “Did you cum?”

“Yeah.”

“What were you thinking about?”

“You.” He drops your gaze. “Of course. I-it’s been you for a long time.”

You hum thoughtfully before pulling him in for one more kiss. “Come,” you tell him as you sit back and pat the seat next to you. “If you stay down there the only things you’re going to get to fuck is my feet.”

He moans, fingers stroking over your toes before he says, “That’s not even my thing, but–” he laughs, climbing up next to you “–everything about noona drives me crazy…”

You shut him up with a kiss, hand coming up to guide his mouth to yours before you let your fingertips trail his body, exploring every inch of bare skin but ultimately coming back to his nipples. And he responds beautifully, moaning into your mouth as his own hands pass nervously over your body, as though he doesn’t want to linger too long in one place.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you remind him, kissing down his cheek and jaw. “You can touch me, too…don’t hold back.”

He groans, hands settling on your waist as his head falls onto your shoulder. “Noona, that’s…”

You encourage him to look at you, hands gentle on his face as your eyes meet his. “Trust me to stop you.”

Haechan searches your face for a breath or two before he’s on you, pushing you into the arm of the couch and fitting himself between your thighs. His kiss is all consuming now, the weight of him adding to it. It’s perfectly distracting and overwhelming and you find yourself moaning into his mouth, surprised by the dominant edge you feel burning with every stroke of his tongue to yours.

“No question,” he pants, kissing your cheek and jaw. A hand sneaks under your shirt, fingers splayed as his thumb rubs circles to your skin. “I trust you.”

He moans into your skin, hand slipping from under your shirt to catch your wrist. His eyes meet yours as he guides your hand down his stomach, his breath catching in his throat amusingly when you continue further, fingers dipping under his waistband for a second time.

His lashes flutter against his cheeks and hips buck, a sweetest of sound seeming to get punched from him at your featherlight touch. “Noona…”

“So sensitive.”

“I thought about how good you’d feel under me,” he admits, whimpering a little as you continue to tease him. “Soft and sweet…about you begging me, too.”

“Me?” You question, voice quietly amused. “I begged you?”

He flashes a grin as his eyes meet yours. “To cum.”

You smile, too, a laugh of disbelief slipping from you. “Cute,” you admit, running through the possibilities in your mind. “Be a good boy and take your pants off, Haechan.”

He trembles. Again. And it’s just as delicious as the first time as he wastes no time in kicking off his shorts and boxers. His dick is hard and thick and rests heavily on your stomach as he leans back over you, his mouth closing in yours again before he breathily asks, “Can I undress you, too?”

The shorts you’re wearing are short enough, but you still amuse him by lifting your hips just enough. “Shorts,” you tell him, and he’s tugging them off of you almost instantly. His hands are warm and curious over your thighs, fingers light as he skims the edge of your underwear -a simple, cotton pair with a lace trim; the kind you and plenty of other women wear almost everyday, but it doesn’t stop him from staring as though he’s never seen a girls underwear before. “My tshirt, too…”

His eyes snap up to yours for a moment before he carefully tugs your shirt up and over your head. The bra you have on leaves very little to the imagination -it’s flimsy sleepwear at best-, and his eyes devour you through the dark mesh, his hands immediately coming up to cup your breasts and thumb your nipples to peak.

“Shit,” he breathes. “You’re perfect. I- I want to taste you.”

Your eyes search his for a moment before distracting him by rolling your hips into his. “Let me see you stroke yourself, baby. Your cock is so pretty. Just like you, hmm?”

He makes another choked sound, face flushing deeper, but still does as told with no hesitation. You continue to slowly roll your hips, the feeling of his strong thighs flexing under yours driving you crazy, especially as he starts to do the same.

“Spit on it,” you tell him, making a show of skimming your fingers up your body and teasing your tits. “Good boy, baby. Using your pre, too… that’s really sexy. So messy…”

“Fuck,” he pants as you free your breasts from your bra. “Fuck- Noona. I wanna- haaa, shit, babyyy,” he hisses when you swipe a bit of pre up and tease it over your pebbled nipples. “L-let me lick it, please.”

“Wanna suck your cum off of me? I should have known you were a dirty boy…Come.” You guide him down. “Look at me as you suckle.”

He moans over your choice of words, causing you to tremble as his eyes meet yours and lips close around your nipple. His mouth is hot and tongue smart as he takes you, his knuckles dragging against your stomach with every stroke of his fist over his cock.

You moan softly at the feeling, hands coming up to brush his hair away from his face. His lashes flutter at your touch, another whimper slipping from him, and you watch in almost sick fascination as he gets himself off. He’s greedy and needy: his little sighs and whimpers following yours as if he’s incapable of keeping quiet, and his actions are overindulgent, edging on desperate in the way he sucks you and fucks his fist, his hips rocking in time with yours in a way that leaves you clenching around nothing.

“Go slow,” you guide him.

He makes a sound of discontent, but ultimately does as told. Your entire body feels hot with desire as you watch him, pooling in your midsection and worsening with every swipe of his tongue or shift of his hips. Your own head even feels simultaneously light and clouded with lust, briefly distracting you from him long enough for you realize—

“Noona,” he moans, tongue stroking across your skin as he switches breasts. His eyes are perfectly focused, attention heavily placed as though he knows, and you can’t help but laugh in awe of him. “Don’t forget…”

“Don’t forget what, baby?” You ask, letting one of your hands trail down his body. He loses a little of his intensity, then, seeming to get out of his head long enough to turn back into the person who was just sitting at your feet. It’s perfectly fascinating to watch, edging desire deeper under your skin.

“I trust you…” His lashes flutter briefly against his cheeks, a small moan escaping him as you feel him twist his fist over the head of his cock. “With me. I trust you with me…don’t let me–”

You crane your neck to kiss him, effectively shutting him up, and find yourself smiling at him when he pulls away to suck in a breath. “Don’t get ahead of yourself,” you tell him as you accept he more-or-less needs to be put in his place for him to behave.

It’s impressive that he’d even been able to back you into your own corner -however briefly-, but you’ve already decided how this evening is going. A battle of wills wasn’t a part of your plans. No matter how curious you are about his ability to lead.

“I thought you wanted to be my good boy this evening, hmm? Wanted to get what you asked for…”

He swallows. “I am. I do…I’m yours- your good boy.”

Your hand covers his, punching a gasp from him as you tighten your grip. “Relax, then, baby.” He whimpers. “Let me take care of you…”

His grip slips from under yours and he shifts to support himself with both arms on your arm rest, caging you in as he noses along your cheek and jaw. “Please…”

He moans beautifully, cock throbbing in your hand as you mimic the way you’d watched him stroke himself. The sound bleeds into the neediest, most wonderful cry when you use your free hand to tease his nipples, your name falling from his lips like a gentle prayer.

“Pretty, Haechan,” you praise him, slowly changing the rock of your hips to match the stroke of your first over him. He notices, his own hips stuttering as he whimpers just under your ear. “Yeah? Gonna cum from noona jerking you off? ‘n playing with your nipples?”

“Yes,” he admits shamelessly.

You tilt your head to kiss his throat, smiling at the way he moans, pre attempting to drip from him. You swipe it up quickly, drawing it down the length of his cock before swiping up some of what’s on your stomach, too. “That’s so sweet…”

“You feel so much better…soft n’ warm…squeeze a little tighter over the tip– fuckkk, just like that, baby. Yn-noona, you feel so good like this…”

“Under you,” you smile, fingertips skimming up from his nipple to draw across his lips. He sucks them into his mouth with an indulgent moan, the sigh that follows making it seem as though he’d been waiting for it. “Please cum, Haechan,” you murmur, a teasing tone just barely edging in your voice.

“I want it. I want to feel you cumming…all over my fingers and stomach. I’ve thought about it so many times, baby,” you admit, kissing him once more as he begins to thrust his hips a little harder into your fist. You meet him, moaning softly into his ear as you feel his arm shift, curling possessively around your head as he wordlessly encourages you to watch alongside him. “You felt so good sucking yourself off my tits, too, baby–”

“Fucking hell,” Haechan pants, laughing a little as he balances the weight of your fingers on his tongue. “You’re perfect…”

“Yeah?” You smile teasing your thumb over his head and squeezing with every upstroke. “This is my first time, I think…begging someone to cum.” The way he moans around your fingers leaves you sighing in pleasure, core throbbing from the weight of him over you. “But I wanna feel you do it, baby–”

“T-tell me,” he says around your fingers, and you pull them out just enough for him to clarify: “You thought about it…”

You push a little deeper, loving the way he gags and moans. The way he throbs in your palm and drips on your stomach. You squeeze the tip a little harder, laughing at the way cum pearls. “Ohhh, baby. Fuuuck, Haechan. You’re better, you know? Than how I thought of you…

“But it was like this. You, all pretty and needy while I stroked your cock. You beg more in my dreams-”

“I’ll beg,” he says, too quickly. You pull your fingers from his mouth and curl your arm under his, ghosting up his back before slipping into his hair from behind. “I’ll beg, noona, please–”

“Accept what I’m offering you now, baby…” You stumble mentally over the decision to use if or when before opting to just breathily add, “…this happens again and I won’t be so nice to you. Certainly won’t be begging you for anything.”

He huffs out a laugh. “A little faster…ha, yesss…I’m so close–”

“Yeah? Gonna cum for me?”

“Mmm. All over you, noona.” His hold on you tightens, hips fucking into you in a way that causes you to stop pumping your fist. Your gaze is perfectly focused, and you’re loath to admit that you’re trembling now, but, you are. Between his little sounds and the way he greedily takes what he wants, you can’t help yourself. He really is better than you’d imagined…prettier, too.

(Trickier as well, because of the way he’s decided to lay over you. If your thighs being draped over his as though he’s fucking you properly wasn’t enough to prove it, the way he’s folded himself over you and caged you in, the back of your head cradled in the crook of his arm to keep your eyes on every stroke of his cock certainly is. You almost laugh, because you certainly never expected him to attempt to challenge you, yet here he is: carefully and curiously commanding. Or, rather, demanding.)

“Are you w-watching?”

You laugh, turning your head to kiss his face. “Are you?” Your fingers tighten in his hair, causing him to whimper. “Your cock looks so pretty” –he groans, rubbing his face into your shoulder, your name soft on his lips— “so hard and thick, hmm? And the tip is so flushed, baby. Flushed and glossy with cum. Making such a mess on me and making me beg you for it?”

He shifts slightly, angling his hips so the head of his cock hits the plush of your stomach. “I’m sorry,” he murmurs. “I’ll cl-clean you up, promise. Please, noona– baby–”

“What are you begging for, hmm? You upset because I’m not stroking your cock?”

He laughs, the sound turning into a moan as you go back to stroking him. “Yeah,” he pants, his pace slowing to match yours. It drags a longer moan from him before he breathes your name in beautiful, breathily desperation that you’re upset you can’t see on his face. But, his thighs clench and abs jump and you swear you can feel him grow a breath harder in your grasp. “You pr-promised, noona.”

You can’t help but laugh a little, “You’re the one who started fucking my fist, baby. I’m not going to reward bad behavior…and now you sound like you’re going to cry.”

“Faster,” he tells you, voice perfectly pathetic. “Fuck, baby. Just a little– hnnng, yesss. I’m–”

“Please cum for me, Haechan. I wan’it– need it so bad. ‘n I love how fuckin’ wet you are, baby. Haa,” you laugh a little at the way he holds you tighter, cum starting to drip from him as his breathing grows faster. “Guess I shouldn’t be surprised that you’re a messy boy, hmmm? It makes you so easy…”

“N-no,” he tells you, voice a little hesitant and distracted. “…not easy.”

“Not easy,” you agree, nails dragging comfortingly over his scalp.

“Just ready f-for you,” he breathes before you can correct yourself. “When– oh, Yn, a little slower and t-tighter at the head.”

“Like that?”

He hums in pleasure, panting into your neck before saying, “For you. Whenever you n-need it.”

You grin. “Perfect, Haechan. You're right, baby. Ready for me to take care of- oh,” you gasp, feeling ropes of cum against your skin. He moans and cries into your shoulder as though he hadn’t expected it, the sounds so sweet and mind numbing that you realize you have to hear it again and again and again.

“Good boy,” you praise, legs gripping at his sides as he fucks into your fist. You continue to praise and stroke him, teasing and squeezing every last drop from him until your stomach and chest are covered in cum and his free hand is gripping at your wrist to stop you. “Too much, baby?”

He nods, groaning when you gently let him go. His cock rests heavily on your stomach, half hard as he catches his breath. “Fuck, Yn. Noona–”

“You did so well for me, Haechan. Listening and telling me what you needed. I…”

He kisses at your shoulder and throat as he eases his hold on you, letting go of your wrist in favor of cradling your cheek in his hand. “You?”

You consider if it’s worth admitting that you actually loved the way he held you, the intimacy of it reinforcing the fact that you really are interested in him as a man and partner. It leaves you swallowing under his gaze, and you know he sees it perfectly clearly by the way his cock twitches against you.

“You’re pretty like this,” he tells you. “Denying yourself…I- I can take care of you, too.”

“No,” you murmur, kissing the curve of his cheek. “We can end it here tonight, okay? You really did so well for me. That was so hot, I-mmph–”

He leans in and licks a bit of cum off the highest part of your chest, dark eyes never leaving yours as he quite obviously holds it on his tongue.

“Swallow,” you hear yourself demand, already drawing your fingers through the mess he’s made to feed him more of it. “Haa, good baby. I didn’t expect you to be so obedient…”

You offer him a finger to suck clean before letting your tongue wrap around another. He breathes your name, lashes flattering against his cheeks when you press the rest of your fingers into his mouth. He suckles them sweetly, perfectly clean as he starts to weigh a little heavier into you.

“Noona…” His face is flushed and eyes sleepy as he looks you over. “You have no idea–I…ah…” His head falls to your shoulder again for a moment before he sighs. “Can I kiss you, Yn?”

“Clean me up first– n-not with your tongue, crazy boy. Don’t start something you can’t finish–”

“I can,” he tells you, pouting when you shake your head. “You’ll cum–”

“You look like you’re going to fall asleep mid-kiss, Haechan. As hot as it is that you can cum this much, we don’t need it drying, like, sandwiched between us. Use a shirt, or that towel.”

“Not your beach towel…” He murmurs with a laugh.

He grabs a shirt off the ground and carefully cleans you up, his bare fingers following each stroke as though to make sure he got it all. Your grip tightens around his waist when he attempts to get up, eyes meeting curiously before he leans in to kiss you softly, tossing the shirt to the side as he eases your legs from around him. “Just gonna put my shorts back on,” he tells you before making quick work of it.

As he reclaims his spot he offers you a lazy smile, fixing your boobs in your bra before laying back over you. His lips find yours almost instantly, kissing you gently.

“Thank you,” you murmur when he eventually lays his head on your chest. As you begin to brush your fingers through his hair you say, “For trusting me like this. I won’t break it.”

He’s quiet long enough that you swear he’s fallen asleep, the sound and feel of his breathing distracting you from the fact that you really do want to cum…and that you want to use his body to do it. It’s slightly sick thought, you decide, considering you really do value the trust he’s put in you, but fuck if the thought of feeling the thick head of his cock drooling all over your cunt as you tease the tip to your swollen clit.

“Thank you, too, Yn,” he says, cuddling into your chest when you jump in surprise. “For allowing me to…”

BONUS

wc1049. mentions of a previous unhealthy relationship but ultimately just fluff

“Haechan?”

“Mmm, I’llmoveinasec…”

You smile to yourself, shifting just a little underneath him to get more comfortable. As you go back to drawing your fingers through his hair, you go on to say, “You’re fine…you don’t have to move.”

“Good,” he says, somehow fitting himself closer to you. “‘m here indefinitely.”

“I wanted to ask you something.”

“The answer is yes. Unless you want it to be no,” he says, voice still sleepy. As though him cumming all over your stomach really took a lot out of him. It’s more amusing than it should be. “You can ask me anything,” he says after a moment or two longer. “I-I think I told you that before…”

“You aren’t totally submissive.”

“That’s a statement, baby,” he comments, grinning against your skin before he half sits up. “I can be,” he tells you, quite seriously. “If…if that’s what you need.”

“No,” you encourage him to lay back down with gentle hands on his back. “I want you to be yourself. That’s the only way this works.”

“Not completely. It just depends…” He groans as though he’s embarrassed before admitting, “I don’t usually follow directions…You know, like…when you adopt a dog–”

“Haechan, what?”

“You’re the adoptee.”

“That doesn’t make it better.”

“Noona,” he complains, really cutely, and you hear yourself ok, ok before he sighs contentedly. “It’s like the foster period. I want you to like me–”

“I do.”

“–enough to keep me,” he continues, voice quiet at the end, and you’re reminded that both Johnny and Mark had admitted to his previous partner nearly breaking him at some points in their relationship. (They’d also told you that it’d taken months of convincing for him to finally break up with them, and you can’t help but wonder what kind of person would look at Haechan and want to hurt him. Because in all the time you’ve known him you’ve enjoyed every second of him shining brighter and brighter. It’s part of what’s so attractive about him, as though the sun is always rising in him.)

“Hey,” you say gently. “Look at me a sec…” He does, sleepy and shy and nervous. It’s terribly endearing, and you realize exactly how his ex could do it to him, but you’re clueless about why they’d want to. “I do like you, and I respect you. I understand what you’re saying, but I don’t want you to think about this, or us, like that. And I really don’t want you to think of yourself like that…you aren’t like…a dog, Haechan.”

“If I wanted to be…”

“Well, that’s– that’s something else entirely. Unrelated, I think, to the scope of this conversation.”

He stares at you for a few seconds too long before finally sitting up, reaching for one of your hands and twisting his fingers through yours as he does. “I hear you. And I understand. But you should know that I was serious when I told you I’ve reflected a lot since my last relationship. I’ve come to terms with…what happened. My own shortcomings, too. What I want versus what I need…I really had to– well, I had to grow up, noona, as childish as it sounds…

“I’m guessing Johnny told you what happened.”

“With your past? No. I only know what the others have kind of, like, brushed over. And the conversations I’ve been around for. Nothing more.”

“I’ll tell you one day, then. In detail. If you want.”

“I want to know everything you’re willing to tell me. When you’re ready.”

He smiles, eyes studying your joined hands. “I almost feel like I’m dreaming. Like I’m going to wake up and realize I got drunk and passed out on the beach.”

“Should I pinch you?”

“No,” he laughs. “I said almost.

“You’re better than a dream…and if seeing your boobs didn’t clear my head, seeing you covered in my cum and tasting it on your tongue sure did.”

You laugh, too. “I’m happy I could do that for you, Haechan.”

“Would you like to go out with me tomorrow morning?” He asks, leaps and bounds more confident than he was when you’d more-or-less taken him hostage in your room an hour earlier. “On a date.”

It’s your turn to feel nearly humiliatingly embarrassed in front of him. The feeling has you resisting the urge to cover your still bare chest in an attempt to keep something for yourself. And, as though he knows, he leans over the edge of the couch and grabs his shirt off the floor.

“I used yours to clean you up, sorry,” he tells you. “Well, not really…I did it on purpose. I wanted to see you in mine.”

You laugh as you tug his shirt over your head, ignoring the obviously pleased expression on his face. “What time?”

His brows raise for a moment before he leans back over you, eyes lidded as he studies you. “That easy?”

“Sure,” you grin up at him. “For now.”

Haechan doesn’t try to kiss, but he does decide to continue using you as a pillow. He gets too comfortable, fitting himself into you as though he’s done it countless times before before tucking his head under your chin. “That makes me more excited than it should, I think…I really want to know what dating noona is like…

“Early…If you wake up first, wake me up, too.”

“Ok Mr. Sleep-til-Noon.”

“I’m going to impress you,” he promises. “Especially for the rest of vacation.”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah. I have to maximize our time. By the end of it all you’re going to be telling me I’m your boyfriend.”

You laugh softly, rubbing your hands up and down his back as you consider the depth of conversation you all need to have to navigate the friends-to-…well, lovers situation you’re finding yourselves in. It takes a second or two longer for you to decide that it doesn’t need to be that complicated, and that you can worry about if you get that far into dating him.

Him sighing contentedly draws you out of your mind, causing you to finally ask, “Telling, huh?”

“Yeah,” he says, voice quiet and sleepy again. But, you can feel him smiling against your skin, so you don’t feel too bad about possibly waking him up again. “If it’s you, I don’t mind…”