as a lover of 80s/90s music, movies, and fashion, I felt the need to do something like this!
I probably will do, in the future, with 127 and maybe stray kids.
based on my favorite characters from 80s movies <3
Mark Lee
the boy who is in a band and also your chemistry classmate
he's a chill kid, never got in trouble, but his bandmates weren't that good people
got in detention and somehow you too
just you two at the library, reorganizing books by alphabetic order and by gender
when suddenly mark asks why you're there, very quietly and timidly
you say that you answered back a professor that didn't liked you and asked the same to mark
"Somehow, I got the smell of Marijuana on my shirt. They didn't believe that I didn't smoke, and here I am!"
time passed by and you and Mark started to going out, watching his performances and going to arcades also spending the entire night talking on the telephone, only to go to school and spend the entire morning talking and giggling too
eventually, you two got suspended (again) for laughing too loud.
and since then, you two started an incredible bound.
Huang Renjun
your favorite local bad boy even tho he's not bad at all
for some reason he loves all star and leather jacket
smells like mint and mango
except his straight face and the "I might kill you if I want" eyes, he's very sweet and gentle
is your seat mate in algorithms and helps you everytime when you have difficulty with something with a gently voice
and if needed, he will repeat it 100x until you understand it.
your small chats stays only at school, but as times pass by, he asks you to ride you home on his motorcycle or if you need help in any other classes
he's a good listener and gives good advices when you struggle with life
when the first mall inaugurated in your small city, he right away took you there and spent the entire day walking in and out the stores without buying anything except for some ice cream
you watched back to the future for the first time with him
Lee Jeno
the nerd one who is not that nerd
except the great ability he has in some classes and some geek t-shirt he uses (like Star Trek or spider-man). People call him nerd because of his looks and his round glasses
you step out for him during a bullying session and even punched the guy in the face, since then, jeno never left your side
and you kinda didn't want him to, you liked his presence
always reading a comic book or making up theories about the universe. might as well call you during the night saying "y/n, it's jeno! look outside your window, it's full moon!"
loves dracula and zombies theory
at some point, you got 10 magazines only about spider man without noticing
every single one belongs to jeno
likes to go to the park, sit on the grass, and read comic books to you
also into horror movies such as halloween and Scream
would rent a lot of horror movies to see during Friday after school and, at some point in the middle of the night, you two would sleep together on the couch
Lee Haechan
works on a local vinyl shop
eventually knows everything about music and can talk about it with you during hours
bon jovi? that's okay. Metallica? he knows everything about them, too. ABBA? great taste!
that's how you meet him. soft black hair with blond mullet, denim jeans, and black boot with a michael jackson t-shirt.
you went to his shop to buy a gift for a friend and haechan helped you choose madonna's true blue album
he truly loves his job and is always singing while walking on the store or organizing things
he often calls you to keep him company and you eventually started working with him
he has a lot of albuns on the palm of his hand but only didn't have thriller by Michael Jackson since it is the most album seller in the entire world
you gave it to him as a birthday present and haechan cried a little, hug you and whisperer a soft thank you
you two spend the entire day listening to the album, dancing and laughing
Na Jaemin
the popular one with the nice hair
I swear, he has great hair, and it even glows in the sun because of how hydrated it is
always says he uses Farrah Fawcett hair spray
even tho he's popular he's not the jerk one
he's very kind and likes to meet new people
that's how he meet you, the new student
he showed you around, who you can talk and who you can't mess with
and also offered to be with you during lunch breaks
has a great sense of style
always uses flannel shirts and all star shoes
at some point, you two became inseparable, and he kind of forgot the ones who only wanted to be with him because of his "fame"
would totally take you out in those roller rink and also late night talks to gossip !!!!
Zhong Chenle
also the famous one, but it's because he's on the basketball team and team captain
everyone thinks he's a jerk and full of himself but in reality he's just more reserved
but when he's with his real friends, he turns into a sunshine ball and laughs easily
meet you because he shot the basketball ball in your direction
since you worked at the school newspaper, he broke your camera
you started to avoid him because you were so mad at him but he bought you a new one and even better
that made a soft spot for him but you were still a little upset
so he asked you out so he can properly apologize
since then, he would be your muse
drive in dates!!!!!!!
and after the dates, he would take you to eat on McDonald's
Park Jisung
the skater boy who's always with his headphones on and walkman on his waist
is into rpg such as d&d and arcades
you meet him by accident at the arcade
you two wanted to play the same game, and jisung kind of just stopped on his track, gazing at you, and you starred back, both of you didn't know what to do
being the gentleman he is, he let you play first and discovered you were the one who broke his record on the game
"wow, you're so good at this", he would say eventually in a little whisperer but you heard him
he's too shy, so you probably would be the one to ask him to go on the arcades on a daily basis or after school
jisung would explain to you how d&d works with such enthusiasm that convince you to play with him
also would teach you how to skate
and if you fall into his arms, he would blush furiously
other parts: 1 | 2 | 3 (coming soon) |
pairings: best friend! mark + best friend! jeno + best friend! hyuck x female! reader
summary: a week after the events of the kissing bet, you and the boys are having a game night. everything is going smoothly, but it seems the problem always arises when hyuck starts insisting he’s the best at something.
content: non-idol au, explicit smut (this is pure f i l t h.. i wish i was joking), cursing, pet names, drinking (everyone is tipsy), oral (f! receiving), slight poly action
wc: 4.8k
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18+ minors do not interact !
your eyes shut tightly as though the simple gesture would make the beer you're chugging any more appetizing. from the couch, your friends whoop and clap, cheering you on.
despite their enthusiasm, you grimace at them, hiccupping.
“hyuck cheated!” the back of your arm comes up to wipe your mouth. with an exaggerated gasp, hyuck's hand flies to his chest as if your accusation could not have offended him more.
“whaaat? i did not cheat- actually, yeah, i definitely did.”
the boy yells out when you reclaim your seat beside him, landing a couple of half-hearted blows on his arm that he weakly blocks.
mark quickly recoils away from your fight, trying to protect both his red solo cup full of fizzy beer, and his last few playing cards from everyone's eyes.
"you have to drink too, then, cheater," droopy-eyed, jeno points this out from his spot on the floor where he sits, shoulders slumped and knees tucked into his chest. he lays his head onto the coffee table that has been repurposed into the night's designated gaming area, covered by an array of different cards, board games, console controllers, salt, beer cans, and a few too many lime wedges.
hyuck only whines in protest, shaking his head no, "i'm tired of playing cards," he tosses them onto the table, leaning back into the cushions with his blood-shot eyes closed.
"what? no! i was gonna win for sure this time!" mark groans.
"boohoo. you snooze, you lose, mark.” his words are somewhat slurred, spoken mockingly in a sing-song tone, “let's play another game.”
"mmm," you hum, intrigued, "like what?" the latest drink you had to chug just moments ago, thank you, hyuck, has made your cheeks glow hot, and while you're not yet drunk, you've definitely been tipsy for the last hour or so.
tiredly, you rest your head onto mark's shoulder and pat his back as he huffs, leaning in to show you his perfect hand that would have surely won him the game.
"i know! truth or dare." hyuck snaps his fingers as the idea comes to him, looking between all of you. mark finally gives up on the cards, discarding them on the table as he turns to you younger boy.
"dude, what are you," jeno snickers, "twelve?"
"jeno, truth or dare?" he pushes.
with a sigh, jeno decides to humor him and gives in, "truth," he replies, leaning back on his palms.
"is it true that you’ve been single for two years because yeeun cheated on you?”
“haha,” he mocks, “fuck your game. i’m not answering that.”
“if you don’t wanna answer, you gotta drink.” hyuck practically beams with satisfaction.
“fine.” jeno takes a swig from his cup, slightly furrowing his brows at the bitterness. he points back at the boy, suddenly more confident as an idea comes to mind, “truth or dare.”
as self-assured as ever, lee donghyuck smirks, “dare,”
“i dare you to call miyeon.”
immediately, mark snorts, taking a sip from his drink as he eyes hyuck, awaiting his reaction. as you pair the name with a face, you lift your head, gasping, “is miyeon the girl you made cry after you guys had sex?”
“that’s exactly right.” jeno nods mischievously, reaching for donghyuck’s phone and handing it to him.
“dude, no way.” he pushes it away, grabbing his cup instead, “i hooked up with her twice like four months ago and that was that.”
mark raises a brow, ”damn, were you that bad at it?”
“no!” he says incredulously, as if his question was beyond far-fetched, “i wasn’t bad at all, moron. in fact, she said i was the best head she’s ever had.” he gloats, eyebrows wiggling.
at this, you laugh. and i mean, really fucking laugh. hand-covering-your-mouth and on-the-verge-of-tears type of laugh, “yeah fucking right,” you breathe out in between giggles.
mark and jeno were just about ready to laugh in hyuck’s face too, ridicule him for bragging about something they doubted to be true, but following your reaction, they immediately bite their tongues.
hyuck turns to blink you, just as shocked as the other two boys.
"y/n... you're officially cut off." jeno pulls all the beer cans toward himself and away from you but you can only shake your head and wave him off with your hand.
“sorry,” you apologize, wiping the corner of your eye.
hyuck scoffs, “what’s so funny?”
you look between the three of them, lips parted. when you speak, your voice is bouncy with amusement, like your next words are the most obvious thing in the world:
“everyone knows guys suck at giving head.” ...cue the chaos.
“woah, what?!” jeno chokes on his spit, eyes widening.
mark puts his cup to the side, leaning in as if he might've misheard you, “there’s no way you seriously think that.”
“who the hell’s been giving you head?” hyuck retorts, sitting up straighter like he's suddenly very interested in what you have to say.
“every girl knows it." you explain plainly, "my ex was only okay at it and even then, i had to tell him what i liked a few times before he eventually got that hang of it."
now, it's the guys' turn to laugh.
hyuck chuckles in disbelief, "is that the only guy who's given you head?"
"no, there's been others." you reply with a shrug, a bit more shy with all of their eyes on you.
"like, how many, though?" the liquor was blurring all boundaries of friendship between the four of you; normally, mark would be too shy to even bring something like this up, yet here he is asking how many guys have eaten you out.
and jeno? way too respectful and modest to ask about something this, but now his eyes bore into yours, gaze unfaltering as he hangs on your every word. even lee donghyuck had never been so keen on knowing the details of your sex life.
there's a redness flourishing on your cheeks, and it's not from the beers, "...a few? i don't know. it's not like i keep count."
"none of those guys knew what they were doing, believe me."
"why should i? because one girl said you were the best she's ever had?" you mock, eyebrows raising in disbelief.
"oh," he smirks, "i'm pretty fucking good," you scoff at hyuck, crossing your arms. his eyes relax, looking at you teasingly. a line of white appears below his dark irises as he tilts his head, "what? you don't believe me?"
"no." you reply quickly.
"in all fairness, neither do i." jeno adds.
mark leans back on the couch, one arm across the top, "yeah, i gotta agree with them. sorry, man."
his tongue presses into his cheek, "alright, fine. it's my turn right? y/n, truth or dare."
you shrug, "dare."
"if you don't think my head is incredible then i dare you to let me prove you wrong."
your eyes widen. "truth." you quickly amend.
he laughs, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees, "okay, i'll bite: y/n, is it true that you've never come from head?"
you debate not answering, but your mouth moves before your brain can finish the thought, "that's true." you're speaking barely above a whisper.
"then let me have the honor of being the first guy who-"
"well, hold on a second,” alas, you can always trust jeno to be the voice of reason, "hyuck, i'm not letting you represent. I'm definitely better than you," or not.
"i've lived with you for four years, jeno, and i never once heard you pleasuring yeeun when you were together. besides, it's been forever since you last went down on a girl. you're rusty, dude."
"i don't know. i think the best out of us is me," mark pipes up, liquid-courage taking over, "but i happen to be biased."
"woah," as the gravity of the situation registers, you hold your arms out, "you're all talking about me like i'm not here."
"you're right, princess," at the pet name, your clit pulses and you suddenly feel that much more intoxicated, even though you're barely even tipsy anymore, "so tell me, who do you want to eat you out?"
if you were completely sober, you would probably have said something along the lines of "what the fuck? ew! none of you." or maybe "who says i want any of you to eat me out?"
some snarky comment—or any comment at all, really—would've suited you just fine! but, the reality is: the mere possibility of your three best friends going down on you is causing your thighs to squeeze together subconsciously.
so of course, your words betray you, and what you end up pathetically muttering is "i-i'm not sure."
"hey, wait a second." hyuck turns to mark, then jeno, "this feels familiar, doesn't it?" the boys catch on to what he's saying, snickering quietly, "we all think we're the best right? so, why don't we make a little bet?"
you instantly whine in protest, "no, no way. i don't want you guys to make me pick a winner again."
"oh, don't worry," jeno brings a hand up to your knee, thumb rubbing your skin, "we'll definitely know who won this time around." he looks at hyuck, "trust me... we'll hear it," and you think, this may be the first time they so easily agree on something.
instinctively, you turn to your other side in search of mark who is already looking back at you through half-lidded eyes. he knew by your gaze exactly what you needed to hear.
"if this is something you want to do," his hand comes down from the top of the couch and onto your back to rub it soothingly, "then just say it, baby. we won't think differently of you. i know i speak for all of us when i say," his tongue swipes at his lips, "this will be as much fun for us as it will be for you."
you nod slowly, hips squirming, and let out a little breath. "okay. yeah, okay."
hyuck's eyes light up at your response and he shuffles back to make room in front of him, "lay down, pretty girl."
your stomach does a flip, unaccustomed to the collection of pet names hyuck is trying on you tonight, and you’re entirely sure there will be more coming from him, not to mention the other two boys.
you scoot down toward hyuck, brushing your hair to one side. behind you, mark pats his lap twice and you lie back, head resting on his thighs. when your eyes blink up at him nervously, he can't help but smile crookedly, captivated by you— so much so, that his pants get a noticeably tighter when he realizes he has the best view in the house.
"let me know if you wanna stop," mark reassures you.
"i don’t,” you mumble, keeping your voice steady despite the nerves and excitement bubbling in your stomach, “i don’t wanna stop.”
jeno sits a bit closer, "okay, but if at any point you're not sure, just let us know, yeah?"
"god, i can't wait to watch you fall apart." your head snaps back up to mark, and you clench around nothing at his words. there’s no way you haven’t pooled your panties by now, especially with the way you’re cunt is throbbing, edged on by the alcohol content in in your bloodstream.
"alright, baby. can i be honest?" hyuck asks.
you look down at him and nod your head yes, shivering when his fingers brush the hem of your shirt up a to reveal the button of your shorts and some of your stomach. a gasp leaves your lips as hyuck leans in, lips hovering over your exposed skin, breath tickling you with every exhale.
"i've imagined doing this to you many times," he continues, "you're so fucking hot." as he undoes the button and slides your zipper down, he places a single kiss above your bellybutton.
with one hand, he tugs off your shorts. they’re quickly discarded somewhere along on the floor and you're left in nothing but your panties.
now, the only thing left to cover your core from their hungry eyes is a thin, black strip of lace and cotton, and hyuck has to purse his lips to avoid drooling at the sight. his mouth is salivating, two fingers hooking around the material, "can i?" when you wordlessly nod, he purses his lips.
"tsk, tsk. try again."
"yes, hyuck. take them off.” you whisper.
he hums in approval and bemusement, removing the fabric in one smooth motion. your panties join your shorts on the floor.
every part of you is buzzing with sensitivity. the cool breeze that hits your slick makes you let out a shaky breath, and jeno chuckles from beside you.
both of hyuck’s hands slide up your bare legs and stop at your knees to gently guide them apart. he then settles between your thighs, sucking in a breath at the looks of you. your pretty folds are covered in your arousal, glistening, begging to be touched.
you can't help but feel small under the gaze of all three boys who gawk at you, growing hard in their pants at the way you're so pleasantly displayed for them.
"fuck, your pussy is so pretty." hyuck's eyes finally meet yours as he leans in to press a kiss to your thigh, one of his arms wrapping around to hold it in place, a preemptive measure, “i’m gonna make you come so hard,”
“we’ll see,” you tease, wiggling your hips slightly as if testing his grip and patience.
he only manages to scoffs at you, committed to doing it right; he wouldn’t bother to argue your lack of faith with words… as promised, he would simply prove you wrong.
you suppress a hiss as his tongue pokes out to lick a clean stripe from your entrance to your clit, eyes locked on yours and watching the way your lips part. teasingly, he kisses your sensitive bud a few times, tongue flattening against it as he seeks out how every action provokes a new reaction from you.
softly, just to test the waters, he attaches his mouth to you and sucks. when your hips slightly buck up, he takes a mental note, pulling back to lap at you again.
your core is buzzing eagerly, receptive to each new touch and sensation. everything felt fucking good, and he’s barely even begun. for the first time tonight, you think you’re definitely in over your head.
your first moan surprises you when he dips his tongue into you, fucking you with it at a passive pace, and you can’t help but lean up onto your elbows to get a better view of his face pressed into your cunt.
“you’re so beautiful,” jeno praises. his hand reaches up to hold your face and you lean into his touch, panting slightly as hyuck swipes at your folds. jeno trails his fingers down to stop at the hem of your shirt, eyes blinking at you for permission.
you nod, grabbing his hand and guiding it to push up the material of your shirt, revealing both of your breasts that sit covered by your bra. with a low groan, he squeezes one softly, still with your fingers over his, and brings the other to his pants to rub himself over the material.
mark grabs your other breast, whispering a quiet ‘wow’ in appreciation. you turn and he leans in, face properly close to yours now that you’re almost sitting yourself up. when his lips meet yours, you whine into his mouth, kissing him feverishly.
so much is happening at once, so many eager touches brushing your skin, so many sounds to listen for.
mark moans into your mouth at your kiss, jeno moans as he palms himself, and hyuck grinds into the couch, moaning into your core, shooting vibrations through you.
when you pull away from mark's soft lips, it’s because hyuck starts to pick up his pace, requiring some of the attention back on him now that he’s paid attention to and noted what you seem to like.
“oh, my god,” you mumble, letting your head fall back as your best friend works his tongue into you. your panting turns into whimpering, hips involuntarily grinding down into his mouth. the sounds get louder as he gets messier, shaking his head, arms holding your thighs down when they threaten to close.
hyuck smirks against you as he senses your desperation, taking one finger and slipping it into you as his mouth focuses on pleasuring your clit.
"how does it feel, baby?" mark whispers into your skin, lips trailing your neck and shoulder.
"so—fuck, hyuck, it feels so good," you moan out, no longer holding back. you're so close, and he knows it, so naturally, he adds another finger.
as you come, sputtering a string of incoherent pleas and praises, mark watches your face, admiring every expression you make. jeno has to stop palming himself at the risk of coming in his pants; instead, he focuses on gripping your breast and waist, squeezing occasionally.
hyuck keeps his pace up until he sees you're coming down, and only then does he slow down with you. when you recover, you're left panting, looking down at him in awe, and he feels his dick twitch. he crawls up to you, a mix of his spit and your release dripping down his mouth and chin, and kisses you. it's lewd, obscene, but you kiss him back hungrily, savoring your taste on his lips.
“not bad, huh?” he mumbles into your kiss.
“not bad at all,” you reply shakily, sitting up all the way. hyuck moves back, wiping his mouth with his thumb.
unable to wait any longer, jeno gets up from the floor, “my turn, doll. ready for round two?” he holds his hand out, which you take, standing up despite the wobbling in your knees.
“can this come off?” he tugs at your shirt. you quickly nod, pulling it over your head with his assistance. his lips find your chest and immediately, he's biting and kissing the part of your boobs that spills from the cups of your bra.
"bend over," he pulls away.
"what?"
"bend over the couch," by your hips, he spins you around, and you kneel on the cushions as instructed, grabbing onto the top and arching your back for him. when his hand comes down to land a slap on your ass, you cry out.
donghyuck, watching with intrigue from beside you, calls out to his friend, "she tastes so good, man," while he brushes your hair behind your ear.
"i'm sure she does," jeno lowers himself so that he's right between your legs. before his mouth even attaches to you, his fingers pull and tug your skin, playing with the way your thighs feel in his grip.
"are you ready, babe?"
"jeno," you start, "why do you always have to warn me before you-aah, shit," in less than a second, he's lapping you up, spitting and sucking at your folds. maybe its because you're still sensitive from your last orgasm, or maybe it’s jeno's eagerness to please you, but you find yourself writhing and squirming with every touch, much more than with donghyuck. and—when his nose bumps you in a particularly delicious way, all the while his tongue is massaging your clit—you whimper, arching even more.
he's moving his head up and down, something like a nod, to provide you with more friction, to taste more of you at once, gripping your skin tightly to hold you still or otherwise guide you where he wants you. it’s sloppy and messy, and you can’t resist moaning out his name.
“jeno, please, please don’t stop,”
you swipe your tongue at your lips to wet them and mark catches it. how could he not? his eyes have been on you all night. he reaches up, prodding at your bottom lip with his thumb. when your eyes meet his, his jaw goes slack and you mirror him, opening your mouth just enough for his digit to slip past your lips.
everything feels so overwhelmingly good in this moment—your lips wrapping around and sucking on mark's finger, hyuck pulling your bra down enough so he can pinch one of your nipples, jeno's tongue pushing into your entrance, two fingers coming up to rub your bud in quick circles—god, you feel like you're on fucking fire. each touch stands out as much as the other, each one makes your head spin and your eyes roll back.
jeno's pace hasn't let up once, and you spare a second to wonder if he's even breathing at this point.
"are you close, baby?" when you nod, mark takes his finger back, "then, say it, baby. tell me how close you are."
"i'm close, i'm so close. i'm-"
and then, it hits you.
you moan loudly, letting your head fall as jeno's fingers speed up. the sensation is almost too much, but when you try to recoil, his large hand that sits on your waist holds you still.
he's groaning into your cunt and it only makes you come harder. your toes are curling at the feeling, eyes squeezing shut. he doesn't stop or slow down like hyuck did; in fact, he keeps going until you're gasping out for air, legs squeezing together in desperation. he drives you until you're so intensely overwhelmed that you're seeing the stars behind your eyelids.
when he finally let's you go, you lean forward and prop yourself against the back of the couch as you catch your breath.
you feel him come up behind you, moving your hair out of the way to blow cool air on your neck, "y/n, that was the hottest thing ever," he mumbles and kisses your shoulder, resting his head on it.
"that was insane," you whisper, lifting your head to look at him. instinctively, he leans it to kiss you, tangling his fingers into the root of your hair. it's short and breathy, and when you pull apart to look for mark, he's no longer sitting on the couch.
your head pans around, "mark-?"
"i'm here, babe," a second after he calls out to you, he jogs over from the kitchen carrying a cold water bottle that he hands you, "drink some water, baby."
you twist the cap off and tilt the bottle back, replenishing your thirst, then handing the bottle to jeno, who chugs some down, also.
"thank you," you sigh out.
"yeah, course,"
jeno finishes the bottle and of course, hyuck instantly complains, "damn, dude, thanks,"
"you're welcome," jeno sighs sarcastically, tossing him the empty container. hyuck throws it right back, and they get distracted by that for a moment.
meanwhile, you turn to mark as he sits on the couch beside you, giving you some time to recover, which you don't bother to take. you're too interested in him, leaning in and pressing your lips to his soft ones hurriedly.
he wastes no time in kissing you back, just as delicately as he did earlier today, and just as passionately as he did last week. you crawl over so that you're closer, sucking on his bottom lip, swiping at it with your tongue.
mark hums into your mouth when your hand lands on his fully hardened bulge, "today's about you, sweet baby," he brushes your hair back, "come on, i want you to sit on my face."
your eyes widen slightly and he laughs, pulling you by the arm as he lies back and guides your hips up to his face.
"fuck, you're so pretty like this," he mumbles, eyes raking up and down your body as you hover above his face. you giggle, reaching behind your back to snap off your bra. as it comes off, you notice him staring, lips parted and teeth pressed tightly together to sound out a hiss.
"c'mere," his arms wrap around your thighs to tug you closer and you lower yourself until his mouth lightly brushes you. a shiver goes down your spine. you're so sensitive right now, on the verge of falling apart, but you need to feel mark's mouth on you.
his tongue licks you once over, then again, lingering for a moment on your clit. he kisses you there a few times, pulling away only to admire how swollen and wet you are from the events of the night.
you're starting to realize how much mark likes taking his time with you, savoring the taste of your lips before and now, relishing in the taste of your pussy. so, you intend to tease him a bit, just because you can.
one of your hands comes up to squeeze your boob, toying with your nipple, the other one running down and through his hair, nails scratching at his scalp.
he hums in appreciation, watching the way you play with yourself and stare down at him, bottom lip between your teeth.
he breathes hot air into your core when he chuckles. then, he lays his tongue flat against your core, guiding you to grind on it. you moan out quietly, practically whimpering as he sets your movements to a pace. the slurping sounds get progressively louder as his brows furrow in concentration.
"do you like that?" his voice is muffled, but you understand him nonetheless.
"yes, baby, right there," you whine, squirming a bit when his tongue moves side to side, a gesture so delectable that you react by tugging on his hair. at the pet name, falling from your lips so sweetly, exclusively for him, mark grunts into your core, lifting his head off the couch slightly to rock you against him with more ease.
you lose track of jeno and hyuck and you can no longer hear them behind you. the only sounds now are the wet sounds coming from between your legs and the strangled moans coming from your throat.
he pulls away for air and you whine at the loss of contact, making him laugh yet again, "you make such pretty noises for me," one of mark's arms unwraps itself from your thigh, right hand reaching up to cup your breast. "i want you to come on my tongue,"
he attaches himself to you once more and his words send you over the edge, "mark, i'm-" the only reason you don't fall over is because as you reach for something to hold onto, mark takes your hand into his hold, intertwining your fingers. he moans into you, letting his tongue explore and wither in you and against you until your juices are dripping down the sides of his face.
when you finally still your movements, he kisses your bud and you shake a little, "you did so good." his voice is hoarse, lower than usual from the way he just devoured you.
"that was amazing," you whisper weakly, lifting yourself off of him. he pulls you in so that you're lying down, your face is level with his, "please kiss me," you plead innocently.
incapable of denying you anything, especially when you ask so politely, mark pulls you in by your jaw, kissing you softly.
"did you have fun?"
you nod, "yeah, i did. did you?"
"fuck yes. i literally almost came in my pants." he admits. you laugh and nuzzle your face into the material of his hoodie to hide the way your cheeks are turning bright red.
at the sound of feet padding against the floor, the two of you break apart slightly and turn to see jeno coming in from the kitchen, water clutched in his right hand.
"where's donghyuck?" you wonder.
"bathroom," jeno snorts, "said he had to rub one out."
"of course he did," mark sighs.
"yeah, uh, so do i... so," he clears his throat, "i'll be in my room," awkwardly, he walks away, one hand cupped over his crotch as if you and mark didn't know he was obviously turned on.
when jeno disappears behind his door, you turn back around to look at the boy you're laying on top of and- oh shit.
"oh, my god-sorry!" you rush out in a panic, lifting yourself up, "sorry, sorry!"
"no, it's fine, bab- i mean, y/n."
"i-uh, got caught up in the moment." you quickly explain, apologizing again. when you grab your shirt and panties and slip them on, mark turns around to give you privacy.
"mark, you don't have to turn around like you haven't seen me, i just sat on your face."
"right," he spins back around slowly, but not before fixing himself in his pants a bit, "do you," he sighs, calming his heart, "do you want me to get you some of my clothes so you can take a shower? you can sleep over, too, if you want. it's kinda late."
"yeah," you nod, "that'd be great."
"okay, uh, i'll take the couch. let me," his mouth is exceedingly dry, "go get you something to wear."
you finish putting on your shorts, just so you can be decent for now, as mark leaves, somehow more nervously than jeno had just moments ago.
exhausted, for more reasons than one, you lean against the couch, hands covering your face. everything that went down flashes before your eyes as you sigh heavily, busy with your thoughts.
there's simply no way you'll be able to sleep tonight.
It's true that na jaemin hates strawberries, and it doesn't matter the way the fruit is: juice, perfume, or the fruit itself.
but when his lips meet yours and the taste of strawberries hit his tongue, he doesn't really complain, no. actually, he is driven crazy and gets addicted to your taste about how soft your lips are. he can't stop but think to kiss you again and again and again.
jaemin thinks that strawberries are not that bad, after all.
Numa sexta 13, em uma noite agradável, você e Donghyuck recém saiam da última sessão de sua pequena cidade, esta sendo do horário das 03h30.
– Mas amor, é apenas um filme! - ele disse risonho, passando a jaqueta de couro vermelha pelos ombros.
Você, pelo outro lado, manteve as sobrancelhas juntas e um bico nos lábios, claramente evidente que não concordava com seu namorado.
– Não deixa de me assustar!
– Ok, ok. Que tal então eu te acompanhar até a sua casa? Assim, nenhum zumbi vai comer seu cérebro. - Donghyuck estendeu os braços, tentando pegar você enquanto resmungava "cérebro, cérebro" lhe fazendo rir.
Um tempo depois, durante a volta até a sua casa, que era relativamente perto do pequeno centro da cidade, tinha que passar por um abandonado e recluso cemitério que não era utilizado há séculos. Infelizmente, era o único caminho que dava para sua casa.
Única coisa que lhe confortava, era a presença de Donghyuck e seus olhos que brilhavam com a luz do luar, que as vezes sumia cada vez que dava uma risada em pequenas luas crescentes.
A história que Donghyuck contava era tão envolvente que vocês dois não perceberam que grunhidos estavam saindo do fundo do cemitério, mãos e cabeças lutavam para sair de dentro de caixões e resmungos altos vindos de mausoléus, ironicamente resmungando por cérebros.
"Hyuck!" He giggled and mumbled an little apologies.
Haechan couldn't stay still so you, his personal stylish, could adjust his clothes for his performance. You already did for everyone but with Haechan it was taking so long.
In fact, he liked to see your cute face when you where concentrate in your own work, and he swear you could feel his heart beat race every time your soft and agility hands touch his thorax and waist.
