[11:58 AM] “This is messed up shit.” Brother’s best friend!Jeno groaned but climbed with you at the backseat of his car anyways. You straddled his waist and licked your lips, feeling the excitement bubbling on the pit of your stomach.
“But I can be messier,” you giggle, sucking on his fingers when he tapped your chin.
The boy uncomfortably shifted on his seat, his dick hardening at how you suck on his fingers so messily, saliva coating his skin. “You really are a slut, huh? What’s your step-brother gonna think of you seeing his little baby sister all messy like this, hmm?”
Nothing has happened yet but you were already moaning in pleasure. Jeno let out a mocking laugh, thrusting up to hit your clothed clit with his obvious hard on.
“J-Jeno, p-please, fuck me. Please, please.” You begged, hiccuping with every thrust. It hurt your feelings when he only snickered, appearing to be not as affected as you are. “I’ll be so good for you, please, please.”
Jeno licked his lips, his hand gripping tightly on your waist, pulling you down until you pressed down on him. He ignored the dirty glare you gave him, clicking on his tongue as he shamelessly checked you out. “Mhm? Baby, don’t give me that look, only bad girls do that. You aren’t my bad girl, are you?”
You whinnied loudly, wiggling against his lap to feel any friction to cure the ache in between your thighs. Jeno didn’t look happy from how impatient you were acting, tightening his hold on your hips that you were sure would bruise in the morning.
“J-Jeno…” You squirm, suddenly feeling small from his stare.
“Are you a bad girl, Y/n?” He hisses, fingers going down to ghost your clothed slit. His ego was sure fed well when he felt how wet you were even if he barely did anything.
Tears gathered in the corners of your eyes in frustration, biting your lip so hard that you tasted blood. Jeno’s eyes might’ve darken that he leaned in and licked the blood, making you moan out loud in surprise.
Fuck, that was hot.
“Answer the fucking question, slut. Or are you just that stupid?” Jeno snapped, one hand gripping your ass too tightly and the other now stuffed inside your panties, rubbing quick circles on your clit.
“N-No! N-Not—s-stupid!” You manage to let out, hips moving on its own accord. His movements were so fast that it felt like vibrations. Your legs start to shake as you continuously gasp at the feeling.
“Hm? Really? Not stupid. Well then, you must be a very, very bad girl,” Jeno licked his lips, harshly tapping your clit before withdrawing his fingers, his chest shaking with laughter when you frustratedly cried out, “Wanna call your brother and show him how bad you are? How much of a cockslut you are, huh?”
At this point, you were very much desperate for anything. So not thinking much of it, you nodded your head and blabbered “yes” all over again and again.
“Hello? Jeno?”
Your eyes shot open hearing your step-brother’s voice from the phone, pure shock freezing you. You looked at the cocky smirk dancing around Jeno’s lips, his eyebrow raised before entering a finger right into you, settling in a pace so quick you were sure you were starting to get lucid.
“Hi Jaem,” Jeno inhaled sharply when you moaned silently, “guess which slut came for a good fucking.”
Step-brother!Jaemin’s eyes widened to hear your voice, pleading for Jeno to touch you more. Then a huge smirk left his lips before letting out a deep chuckle, running his fingers through his hair, “Fuck her really well, Jen. Make sure she screams, wanna hear it all.”
SHOWER TOGETHER..PLEASE? day one in 31 days and nights with na jaemin.
📌 CONTAINS IMPLIED SMUT AHEAD !!
pairing: boyfriend!njm x reader, genre: fluff, established relationship!au, suggestive
TAG LIST FOR THE SERIES: @bubblegumjeon @dayandnighthyuck @airpodbaekuwu @sunshine-skz @jaeymark @luvrboyjeno + if you want to be included, please reply on the original post!
“WHAT?” THE HOPEFUL LOOK ON JAEMIN’S FACE FELL AND TURNED INTO A SOUR ONE BEFORE HE SCOOTED CLOSER TO YOUR BODY, MAKING SURE TO NOT LEAVE SPACE IN BETWEEN. “WHY NOT? IT’S NOT THE FIRST TIME WE’RE DOING THIS.”
“Yes, I know that. But we’re both tired and I just want a damn shower.” You deadpan, trying to sound stern with your decision even when you were starting to tremble on the inside especially when your boyfriend of 3 years started to run his hands up and down your sides gently.
“All I suggested was to shower together though but it looks like…” Jaemin tugged his bottom lip between his teeth, squeezing your hips and giving you one particular thrust from his hips, “...you’re looking for something else.”
A gasp immediately escaped your lips, and instantly, you regretted it. Jaemin smirked from your cute little reaction, rutting his hips upwards again to remind you what you’ll be getting if only you give in. The price was big, but your pride was bigger.
“J-Jaem, I have classes tomorrow morning a-and—”
Jaemin didn’t even let you finish your sentence. He took the opportunity of you tilting your head and brought you into a steaming hot kiss. Even at the difficult angle you both were having, it still felt like pure heaven feeling his slightly chapped lips against yours. All the hesitation and your pride was slowly being forgotten especially when Jaemin hastily turned you around, hooked his arms around your thighs, and carried you to the bathroom without even breaking the kiss.
But when you fluttered your eyes opened for a mere second, and when you noticed the familiar surroundings of his bathroom, you placed your hands on his chest and moved away. Jaemin tried to chase your lips, but you prevented him too.
“And what are we doing in your bathroom?”
With a cheeky smile, Jaemin passed you a nervous chuckle and shrugged his shoulders, “Shower sex?”
“Shower.”
“Without sex?”
You hum and jump off the faucet in which he carried you on. “Yes, without the sex. We can shower together, but no funny business, mister. Or else I swear to god, if I’m going to be late for my classes tomorrow, I will not hesitate to murder you.”
“But I’m hard!” Jaemin whinnied, mirroring your movements anyways and started stripping off one by one of his clothing too.
“It’s not my fault you got horny from everything.” You raise a brow at him, giving him one serious look before unhooking your bra. Jaemin’s jaw dropped seeing you fully naked in front of him, his throat suddenly feeling dry as he moved his right hand down his boxers, pulling the material up his boner to maintain himself.
One look from the bulge on his boxers, then how sexy he looked shirtless and hair all messed up, you know you were screwed. So in pure defeat, you pulled him with you in the shower and connected your lips together while Jaemin didn’t waste anymore time, quickly pinning you by the wall.
a mini series that consists of drabbles with your long time boyfriend, na jaemin. there will be the bad times, good times, especially sexy times but you both prefer to keep it private…unless..
🔗 DETAILS
📌 [31 DAYS (and nights) WITH NA JAEMIN] is the name of the series which contains nana for a whole month. it showcases different scenarios that is only fiction. if you are uncomfortable with certain items, then please do not read.
📌 THIS SERIES MAY CONTAIN MATURE CONTENT (from language to 18+ content)
FUCKING AT SIX AM? FUN! day eight in 31 days and nights with na jaemin.
📌 CONTAINS SMUT !!
pairing: boyfriend!njm x reader, genre: fluff, established relationship!au, smut
TAG LIST FOR THE SERIES: @bubblegumjeon @dayandnighthyuck @airpodbaekuwu @sunshine-skz @jaeymark @luvrboyjeno @sunshinedhyuck @thiccfullsun @baehaechannie @champagne-n-yachts @bitchenderyy @frickyratz @haebragi + if you want to be included, please reply on the original post!
“SHHH,” JAEMIN WHISPERED IN YOUR EAR WHILE THRUSTING IN YOU IN A NOT SO GENTLE WAY. His balls repeatedly slapped against your ass, making you shriek with every thrust. He hissed and busied himself covering you with more lovebites that you’ve earned from last night.
“J-Jaem,” you stammered in a cry, circling your hand by his wrist, feeling your climax building up. It’s early in the morning, and you woke up with your boyfriend moving gently and humping on your back.
“I know baby, I-I know.” He licked the skin just under your ear, a sneaky hand traveling downward until it reaches your clit. Your cries of pleasure turned louder when he pinched the small ball of nerves, rolling it expertly between two fingers.
“J-Jaemin! I-I’m—!”
Jaemin groaned and pulled away to jerk himself off on your back, spurts of thick cum ruining his shirt that you’re wearing. You weren’t able to control yourself after that, ruining your panties after the orgasm you had. After the hot morning, when you both finally came down from the high euphoric feeling, you hissed and slapped your boyfriend’s abdomen.
“Ow, babe!” Jaemin whinnied, abs flexing when he flinched.
“Na Jaemin, it’s fucking six in the morning!”
“Fucking at six in the morning is fun, right?” He smirked, hoisting himself up to hover above you. Jaemin had the same silly smile on his face, making you giggle out of nowhere. You couldn’t help it—you’re tired, in love, and it’s early in the morning.
pairing: boyfriend!njm x reader, genre: pure floof, established relationship!au, tw: uh drunk reader and drunk jaemin = chaos
AUHTOR’S NOTES : WHO’S EXCITED FOR AUGUST?? I KNOW I AM !! anyways this is just like somehow to ready you for a whole month of nana in 31 days and nights with na jawmin
JAEMIN WAS DRUNK. AND DRUNK JAEMIN WOULD MEAN STUBBORN, CLINGY JAEMIN.
So if he says that he wants to marry you now, expect to wake up with a wedding ring on your finger.
On usual days, you’d probably be the most sober one compared to your boyfriend as you didn’t really like drinking that much. But tonight’s different and special—Jaemin got a perfect on the project he had been stressing about! And like any normal thing to do, you both decided to celebrate inside your shared apartment. So by now, it’s clear you're both very, very, very drunk.
Again, if you didn’t jug alcohol for the past few hours, you would’ve pushed his face away and playfully rolled your eyes at his flirting. But right now, you just grinned and wrapped your arms around his neck, flirting back, “yes, handsome?”
Jaemin’s heart fluttered countless times that night, trying his best to aim and kiss your lips (although he still misses a lot). Then another random thought made him blabber out some incoherent words and finally some words that you could understand.
Jaemin’s heart fluttered countless times that night, trying his best to aim and kiss your lips (although he still misses a lot). Then another random thought made him blabber out some incoherent words and finally some words that you could understand.
“Let’s get married.”
You visibly froze, stiffening in his hold. Feeling your tensed body, his eyes widened and maybe he sobered a little when he started to scold himself for not keeping his thoughts to himself. “W-Wait—fuck—wait, I mean—”
“Jaemin?” You whispered, cutting him off, “let’s do it.”
You didn’t have to say it twice. You both planned to get married exactly by midnight, so Jaemin video called Mark and explained to him how he wanted to get married to you with eyes barely opened.
Mark was far from concerned, exchanging looks with Doyoung beside him. “Okay, let me try to get this straight: you’re both drunk and you want me to announce you husband and wife? Like dude, won’t any of you regret it by the next day?”
“Mwark!” You appear on the screen.
Mark and Doyoung screeches at the sight of you, accidentally dropping the phone. Taeyong and Haechan rush to the room in panic. “What’s going on?!” Taeyong asked, still alarmed, “I heard two girls scream. Have you guys been hiding girls here?”
“Shut up Taeyong.” Doyoung hisses and tries to remove your image in his mind. Mark gulped and took his phone, looking at you and Jaemin with widened eyes, “D-Dude, oh my god, you’re both actually serious.”
Haechan marched his way to the phone, rudely grabbing it away from his hold and choked out laughs, snorting in between. “Y-Y/n! W-Why the fuck do you look like a ghost bride!?”
And you do. It was clear you tried to wear make-up, but because of your wasted state and huge headache, the lipstick didn’t stay on your lips and the eyeliner looked like a mess. Jaemin scowled at him, covering your ears, “No! Back off you demon! My wife is a pwetty bwide!”
“...are they drunk?”
“Yesh.” You answer Taeyong.
“Just do it Mark, it'll be interesting in the morning. Oh and Hyuck, grab the camera. We gotta film this for future blackmail.” Doyoung snickers. Mark chuckles and settles the phone where the four boys could see. “Alright lovebirds, a wedding you want, a wedding you shall get.”
You and Jaemin did a fist bump and also angled the camera where it would capture the two of you, facing each other with lovesick gazes.
“I think I’m gonna be sick….” Haechan gagged a little. Taeyong slapped the younger man’s shoulder as a reminder to focus on recording the whole thing. Mark cleared his throat and started.
“Blah, blah, blah, will you Na Jaemin, take Y/n as your wedded wife?”
“I dW—”, Jaemin’s voice cracked, making you smile widely. He smiled too then proceeded to speak clearly, “I do.”
“And will you Y/n, take Na Jaemin as your wedded husband?”
“I do.” You say without hesitation, a little distracted with how the stars twinkled in Jaemin’s eyes.
“Then you may kiss the bri—”
Jaemin didn’t even let Mark finish his sentence. Instead, he jumped on you and finally succeeded in capturing your lips with his. The action caused the camera to fall on the floor. The kiss was passionate and full of love, neither of you had any plan of pulling away.
“Are they—”
“Jaemin—”
“End the call at least!”
“Let’s film this too—”
“No!” Doyoung, Mark, and Taeyong scream in unison, ending the call and launching on Haechan.
Perhaps the wedding that happened wasn’t ‘legal’. There were no wedding rings, no wedding gown—nothing except you, Jaemin, and the rest of the guys. It wasn’t perfect nor extra, but it was enough. Even if you and your boyfriend (husband?) wake up with the biggest headache in the morning, there would be no regrets.
i saw you were bored so here am i to ask something 😁 could you please do something (idk if its angst or not) with mark and fem reader where they're arguing about something and then he yells at her (something triggering or not) after that he realizes what he has done and try to fix the things between them
ik it's very specific but i REALLY love readind this stuff, thanks!!
OF LIES AND WRONGS
when mark wants to be proven wrong.
PAIRING: mark lee x reader
GENRE: angst, fluff at the end (?)
WC: 2.040k
WARNINGS: panic attacks, heartbreaks, mark’s kind of an asshole???, mentions of cheating, tbh their relationship seems toxic bestie, cuss words
AUTHOR’S NOTES: HI BAEE sorry for the late reply😭😭 but i hope you enjoy this!!! also you beauties are worth more then u think you are and if someone does not see that leave em.
“YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND!”
“What? What don’t I understand!? Fuck, Y/n, I work day and night for our future and when I come home you’re tangled arms with my best friend? My fucking best friend.” Boyfriend!Mark Lee outbursts, his eyes all blurry from anger or betrayal—he really couldn’t pinpoint the difference right now. All he sees is red.
“Please, Mark, listen to me.” You plead, not being any better than him. Everything was happening too fast and you were scared the situation might get out of hand then it already is. “Please, it was just a misunderstanding. Donghyuck didn’t mean any harm, he was just—”
“—They warned me about you.” Mark didn’t even let you finish. His glare was cold and his voice was deep. You stopped talking and stared back at him silently, heart dropping.
“What…what do you mean?”
“They said you only used me for money. I didn’t want to believe it. Shit. How can I be so blind?”
“Y-You…you think I used you?” You were hurt, a look of disbelief flashing through your eyes, “Is that what you think of me?”
“You should’ve told me the truth.” Mark was too blinded by his own pain to realize his mistake. He spat those words as if he meant them, and he did. He meant them more than anything.
It was useless trying to explain to him, you realized. He would never listen to you. But still, the memories you two used to share kept holding you back. With a small hope in your heart, you shakingly reached for his hand.
But Mark pulled away from you harshly, his action only breaking your heart more.
“I wished I never loved you.”
You let out a soft scoff, still frozen in place. A shaky sob erupted from your throat and then the tears you were trying to ignore came out flowing. Why wouldn’t he listen? You’d always understand him, letting him explain, but why can’t he do the same for you? It was like the filters of life were suddenly stripped down and you were forced to watch the cruel reality.
He thinks of you of someone else.
“Mark, I love you.” You breathed out, voice unstable from all the overwhelming emotions drowning you. “And I will never stop doing so. But if you want to let go of all we’ve been through, if you’re doubting me over something so simple…”
“Just leave. Please.” Mark didn’t look at you. He just couldn’t. He bought a hand to rub his jaw and exhaled shakily, squeezing his eyes shut when he heard the front door close. When he was all alone, in the apartment where you both used to do everything together, he broke down and tried to cover his ears to stop the mocking voices in his head.
“Y/n?”
Just by Haechan’s voice, you started to cry once again. The boy’s eyes softened before wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to his warm body. “What’s wrong? Where’s Mark?”
You couldn’t bring yourself to reply, but you shook your head repeatedly, gripping tightly on his shirt until your knuckles turned white. It was only when Haechan understood.
“I’m going to kill him.”
“No, no, please,” You manage to choke out, “Please, it wasn’t his fault.”
“Y/n, are you fucking with me right now? It’s fucking snowing and you’re just wearing pajamas. Where’s the shithead when you need him?” Haechan spat, full of rage and worry. He pulled you in and closed the door, repeatedly caressing your arms in a way to warm you up.
“H-He broke up with me, Donghyuck.”
“What? Why?” Haechan’s jaw dropped as he asked in a harsh whisper. You pulled away from him and tried to calm yourself down to speak properly, but Mark’s words kept messing up with you. “He saw your coat—you left it last night by the couch. He asked why it was there, a-and I tried to tell him but he just a-assumed w-we were…”
“Shit.”
“I don’t know what to do. I tried to explain, but he wouldn’t listen.” You started to hyperventilate, your breath shortening and your chest tightening. It felt like someone was punching the oxygen out of your lungs and everything was blurry.
Haechan immediately jumped into action, cupping your cheeks and making you stare back into his eyes. “Hey, hey, look at me. Just me. Listen to my voice. Yeah, just like that. Breathe in, breathe out. You’re doing an amazing, good job, I’m so proud of you. That’s right, just focus on me.”
When you calmed down a bit, Haechan squeezed your shoulder and tried to hide the fact that he too, was angry, but you could see the rage circling his dark orbs.
“Please don’t hurt him…”
“He hurt you.”
You closed your eyes, opening your mouth to speak but no words came out. Mark Lee did hurt you and you had no excuse for that. But you know he’s hurting too.
“Does he even know why I came over yesterday?” Haechan tried to keep his voice stable. And when you shook your head, his anger only flared more. “Does he at least know about your panic attacks?”
And you shook your head again.
“Fuck, Y/n,” he cursed, running his fingers through his hair, “I want to make him pay.”
Three weeks.
It’s been three weeks since he told you to leave. But still, despite the anger and betrayal, Mark still found himself staring by the door, waiting and hoping you’d come back.
You didn’t.
“You can’t expect her to come running back to you right after you chased her out, hyung.” Jeno sighed, catching the older man’s undivided attention. “She cheated on me. I don’t want her to come back.” Mark lied, knowing fully well what he truly wanted.
“Did she tell you that?”
“What?”
“Did Y/n tell you she cheated?”
That question made Mark blank out for a moment before he snapped back into reality and shook his head. “Well, s-she wasn’t clear on it. All she said was Haechan came by and something, something—she was stammering all over and breathing heavily. When I asked what they did, she answered he hugged her. Then I snapped.”
Jeno observed him and hummed, smacking his lips together. “Did she look guilty? Scared? Surprised?”
“Hurt. She looked hurt.” Mark whispered, your trembling lips and teary eyes still haunting him.
“Did you let her explain?”
That stunned Mark. He furrowed his eyebrows and opened his mouth, realizing that he never let you explain in the first place. “I-I don’t think so…but the stammering and she was panicking. I assumed it meant she was guilty? I don’t know, man. I just snapped.”
“Hyung,” Jeno exhaled, “Haechan has been your best friend ever since daycare. Do you really think he’s the type to steal your girl? The key to every relationship is communication, and maybe that’s what you and Y/n had missed.”
“She’s not here.”
Mark almost winced at Haechan’s tone of voice and he did look down at his feet in shame, even if he didn’t know why. “What happened that day?”
“Oh, so now you want to listen?” Haechan scoffed, “You had three weeks, Mark. Three fucking weeks. Where were you when she needed you most? Where were you when she was crying your name? Huh?”
“You were there though.”
Haechan licked his lips, analyzing how much of a mess Mark looked. There was a bittersweet message behind those sentences. “I’m not the one she loves. You know that. I can’t give you the answers you want, because it is not my business either. You know where she is, I know you do.”
Mark's lips trembled, then he buried his cold fingers on the pockets of his coat. He turned around to leave as Haechan was right, he does know where you are. It’s where you two promised to be whenever one felt lost.
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“Hey, someone’s here for you.”
“Huh?” You confusingly look up to your coworker. She shrugged, “I don’t know. But he said it’s important or something. Go, I’ll cover for you.”
With furrowed eyebrows, you smile at the children you volunteered to take care of and clasped your hands together. “Guys! I’ll be right back. While I’m gone, no fighting, okay? I’ll get those snacks I promised!”
The children cheered then continued to paint while your coworker attended to the little girl having trouble mixing purple and pink. You exit the room, wiping your tinted hands on your apron and loosely tying your hair while walking outside to the playground just in front of the daycare.
When you were able to take a glimpse of a familiar coat, you froze.
Mark slowly turned around to face you, his eyes immediately scanning your figure. You’ve grown thinner and paler, he noticed and couldn’t help but let worry fill his heart. Then he remembered you were still a meter away from him, so he stepped forward, eyes meeting yours.
“How’s the children?”
“They’re…painting.” You reply breathlessly, not understanding a thing. You shook your head and stepped back when he went closer. “W-What are you doing here? I thought you didn’t want to do anything with me. I thought—”
“Please tell me I was wrong. That whatever I thought happened didn't happen.” Mark pleaded, looking down. He sniffled and looked up to meet your beautiful eyes once again, a tear leaving his. “I want you to prove me wrong—no, I want to be wrong.”
“Mark…”
“Please.”
You let out a shaky exhale, the hurtful memories from three weeks ago mocking you once again. But you pushed this aside and carefully placed a hand on his arm, gently dragging him with you inside the daycare.
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“Apple juice?” You asked, handing him a box. Mark’s widened eyes were stuck on the juice then back at you before hesitantly reaching for one. “Thank you.”
You gave him a small smile and poked your straw on yours, taking one sip. “I know you've been busy lately, with work literally being an ass and everything so I tried to not add to your burden. I want you to feel relaxed whenever you come home—I want you to feel that it’s alright to take a break whenever I’m around.”
He slightly flinched but didn’t show any more reaction other than drinking on his apple juice.
“You do know about my panic attacks, right?”
“I do.” Mark breathed out, afraid of what he was about to hear next but a bigger part of him was somehow grateful. Maybe it really wasn’t what he thought it was.
“I had another one recently.” You bitterly chuckled, biting your lip. “I couldn’t breathe that day, and I was all alone at home. I wanted to call you, I really do, but I remember how stressed you already are at work. So I called Hyuck.”
“And…you two hugged?”
“I guess it was his way to calm me down. He was too focused to ever realize that he left his coat.” You shrug, hands starting to shake. You tried to stop them but Mark had already placed his hand on top of yours, both of you sharing an eye contact that holds more than words could ever tell.
“I tried to explain…”
“I know. I’m sorry. I’m the worst.” Mark gently pulled you to his side, making your head rest by his shoulder. “I should’ve listened to you, I should’ve understood. But I pushed you away. Shit, I’m such an idiot. The worst of them all.”
“You said you believed them.” You whispered, eyes already starting to sting too. Mark shook his head and placed his lips on the top of your head, closing his eyes in pure content of having you in his arms once again.
“I lied.”
“You’re such a great liar.”
“I love you.” Mark pulled away from you just to softly peck your lips. “I love you and I will always be there for you. I will never let you go ever again. Just, please, don’t hide from me anymore. We’ll talk everyday, we’ll talk about everything.”
“Yeah, I’d like that.” You nodded your head, smiling when he connected both your foreheads together.
THE INCIDENT FROM LAST YEAR THAT WE SHOULD NOT NAME…day nine in 30 days and nights with na jaemin.
📌 MENTIONS OF JAEMIN MASTURBATING AND GETTING CAUGHT BY THE DREAMIES !!
pairing: boyfriend!njm x reader, genre: fluff, established relationship!au, smut
TAG LIST FOR THE SERIES: @bubblegumjeon @dayandnighthyuck @airpodbaekuwu @sunshine-skz @jaeymark @luvrboyjeno @sunshinedhyuck @thiccfullsun @baehaechannie @champagne-n-yachts @bitchenderyy @frickyratz @haebragi + if you want to be included, please reply on the original post!
“IT’S ALMSOT JAEMIN’S BIRTHDAY.”
“I know that.”
“Jeno, you’re his best friend!”
“And you’re the girlfriend!” Jeno argued back. You huffed, thinking of a new comeback but no other words came out of your mouth. Mark sighed and situated himself to sit between you and Jeno to make sure no bloodshed would be made. “Alright, we’ve established that it is, in fact, Jaemin’s birthday. And we’ve also established that Y/n, you’re his girlfriend and you, Jeno, is his best friend. Any ideas?”
“We could throw a surprise party.” Jisung suggested with a shrug, continuing to solve his rubik's cube.
“Didn’t we do that last year and remember how awkward it was?” Chenle reminded everyone, making you let out a fake cough as you uncomfortably looked away when you felt everyone’s eyes on you.
Last year’s birthday was supposed to be fine—well, at first it was. You and the Dreamies were already hidden across Jaemin’s apartment, ready to surprise him, but your boyfriend came home all bothered and horny.
You could not believe your eyes and ears when you watched him open pornhub on his desktop and tug himself out of his pants, moaning your name quite loudly.
It was only when Chenle and Jisung screamed that Jaemin was finally able to realize that all his friends, including his girlfriend, were in his home.
“Never. Again.” Haechan emphasized, shivering at the memory.
“Alright, well…any other ideas?”
“How about a surprise vacation? August 13 is on Saturday, and we can be absent for two days until Sunday. There’s nothing to do anyways.” Renjun frowned and grabbed the rubik’s cube from Jisung, solving it with pure ease.
Mark nodded, smiling, “That’s actually a good idea. Also, we’ve all been stressed out the past few months, we all need this vacation. Chenle, your family owns a private island, right?”
“Yeah. I could contact my brother. He owes me a favor.”
You smiled, clapping your hands excitedly, “Great! I’ll surprise Jaem later so we can all pack and get ready tomorrow.”
“Oh, and Y/n? Can you do all of us a favor?”
“Yeah?”
“Please fuck with him as much as you can later or even tomorrow. I swear, if any of you guys try to do any shit on this vacation I will—“
“Okay!” Mark cuts Renjun off and claps his hands. “That’s settled. But on a serious note, please Y/n?”
You groan and hide your face out of embarrassment. You just could not believe you’re having this kind of conversation with them. “I-I’ll uh, try my best.”
“And can you tell me the details? Better yet show me clips—“
from the collection of ↳ ❝ [ lovesick playlist ] ¡! ❞
After the party, Mark Lee decides to help your druken state and helped you climb in his BMW sedan. But after your teasing and the growing tent in his pants, let’s just say, the night turned into something none of you could ever forget.
PAIRING : frat boy! hard dom!Mark Lee x good girl! sub!reader
GENRE : smut smut smut
WC : 3.44k
WARNINGS : smut, car sex, unprotected sex (be safe <3), oral (female), nudity, cuss words, parties, drunk and bratty reader, teasing, usage of the words slut and whore, edging, overstimulation, degradation (tell me if ever i missed anything <33)
RELEASE DATE : JANUARY 17, 2022 (OUT NOW!)
THE NEXT FEW MINUTES THAT FELT LIKE HOURS WERE SILENT, ONLY THE ENGINE OF THE CAR WOULD BE HEARD.
Mark opened his phone lock screen to see what time it was, only to be surprised when it said 4:13 am. “Goddamn,” he cursed under his breath, closing it and proceeded to concentrate on driving. “Mark,” you called him once again. Mark mentally and physically prepared himself before he heard what you wanted to say.
“I’m wet.”
Oh fucking shit.
“Not now, Y/n—”
“—But I’m so so wet and it’s all your fault!” You whinnied again, cheeks flushed red from all the alcohol you chugged. “M-My fault? I didn’t even do anything!” Mark argued back, the grip he has on the steering wheel tightening. “Yes you did! You’re so hot,” you gasp out and shut your eyes.
It was only when Mark realized that you were touching yourself. His eyes widened when he heard more soft gasps and whimpers coming out of your lips. “Oh for god’s sake, Y/n! Stop doing that! Y-You’re going to make us crash!”.
“B-But I’m wet and you won’t help me.” You whimpered, cupping your breasts with both your hands, squeezing them to tease yourself. “Wanna hear?”.
What kind of question is that? Of course Mark wanted to hear! He wants to hear so bad how truly wet you are for him, but his consciousness keeps holding him back. “N-No I—”.
You didn’t quite listen to him, directly lifting your short revealing dress up until it exposed the lower part of your body. You slowly traced the walls of your clothed core, biting your lip at the minimal contact.
“Y-Y/n?”
Then you added pressure where your clit was. A loud moan erupted from you as you bucked your hip upwards and closed your legs.
Mark was having both the time and the worst of his life. He still has control. Even if you’re practically touching yourself at the back of his car, he still wouldn’t dare lay a finger on you. He still will get you back home safely, because Johnny had so much trust on him—
“Mark…” You moaned when you dipped a finger in you.
