mark cant stop yapping about spiderman and you cant stop kissing him. (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)
“You don’t understand,” he says, wide-eyed, voice already three octaves too loud, “if Peter and Miles actually team up again and then 2099 shows up, that’s like—bro, that’s like—”
You hum softly against his lips, and he still doesn’t get the hint.
“—three different timelines! And—mmph—okay, wait—wait—babe,” he mumbles as you kiss him again, “I’m trying to explain the multiverse and you’re distracting me—babe—”
You kiss him harder.
Mark Lee, your sweet, nerdy, infuriatingly kissable boyfriend, is sitting on the couch in his Spider-Man hoodie (the Miles Morales one, obviously), gesturing with one hand and completely unaware of the way you’ve climbed into his lap like a lovesick koala.
His other hand? Firm on your waist, like it always finds its home there. His thumb’s rubbing lazy circles, up, down, up, down—like he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it. Absent-minded. Natural.
And his lips—god, his lips—so soft, so pouty, so Mark.
“But if you think about it, like, Gwen and Miles—babe, I’m serious—they represent two different—mmhm—oh my god, you’re literally ignoring me right now,” he grins, nose scrunching as you pepper kisses along his jaw.
“I’m not ignoring you,” you murmur against his skin. “I’m just… appreciating you.”
“With your mouth?”
“Mhm.”
His laugh is all breath and heat, slightly shaky now, finally trailing off from his spider-rant. “You’re insane.”
“You’re talking about spider variants while I’m kissing you.”
“I was talking about variants,” he pouts, letting his head fall back against the couch, looking at you through thick lashes. “Now my brain’s melting. I had points to make.”
You kiss his pout. Then his cheek. Then his neck.
“Baby,” he groans, squirming just a little, “I had a whole theory—”
You slide your fingers under the edge of his hoodie, grip the fabric, kiss him again and again and again.
Now he’s not talking at all.
Just breathing in soft little stutters, kissing you back with those loser-lovey eyes like you put the stars in the damn sky.
“Your lips are so distracting,” you murmur against his mouth.
“You’re the distracting one,” he huffs, arms wrapping fully around you now, pulling you close, surrendering with one last grumble: “Spider-Man can wait…”
(He still tries to finish his theory ten minutes later—with you half-asleep in his lap, lips kiss-bruised and smiling.) finally some couple stuff !! *clap* *clap*
mark jerks off to his best friend’s voice during a late-night call.
❛ content 1.7k words, 18+ [ MDNI! ], explicit sexual content, male reader, best friend! mark, phone sex (mark’s side), voice kink, masturbation, reader is oblivious at first.
━━━ ( part two )
mark’s hand was already slick.
it was shameful — he knew that — but by now, the thrill of shame was a part of the arousal.
mark sat hunched in bed, legs spread wide, phone pressed to one ear, breath shallow and uneven. the room was dim. just the soft blue glow of his laptop screen lighting his face, chest rising and falling like he’d just run a mile, bare thighs tense and trembling.
the call had barely even rung when you picked up, voice soft and just a little rough like you’d been napping.
“hey,” you said. “what’s up?”
mark’s stomach turned over. the second he heard your voice, his grip tightened, his rhythm stumbling on instinct. he sucked in a breath through his teeth.
“yo,” he rasped. his voice cracked. “you, uh… you busy?”
“nah. im just watching dumb videos. you okay? you sound weird.”
weird. yeah. that was one word for it.
he leaned forward a little, curling into himself, phone tucked between his cheek and shoulder while his other hand kept working over his cock. he was flushed to the neck, chest mottled with heat, pulse visible in his throat.
every time he heard your voice through the speaker, it was like a jolt right to his cock — he could feel the way your mouth moved, imagine how your lips would wrap around syllables if he were just a bit closer.
he bit his bottom lip, hard.
“i’m fine,” he said quickly, too quickly, then swallowed. “just… wanted to talk to you.”
he was already so close and that was humiliating in its own right.
your voice was casual, kind. “oh, yeah? what about?”
mark gritted his teeth, hips twitching upward into his palm. “i… i dunno. just missed your voice.”
a pause. you laughed softly.
“that’s weird. you literally saw me earlier today.”
“i know.”
mark closed his eyes, pressing the heel of his palm against the base of his cock to try and slow himself down. it didn’t help. he was throbbing. leaking. his stomach muscles clenched tight every time you said anything.
“but… i like hearing you.”
you went quiet for a beat. “you sure you’re okay? you sound kinda…”
“i’m fine,” mark said again, but his voice broke in the middle of it, strained and raspy, like he was talking through gritted teeth.
he had to pull the phone back a little as a soft, stuttered moan slipped out of him.
shit.
his hand kept moving — too fast now, driven by pure instinct. he tried to breathe slow, tried to pretend he wasn’t literally jerking off with your voice in his ear, but you weren’t helping.
you chuckled again. “you sound like you’re sweating or something. hot in your room?”
“y-yeah,” mark gasped, closing his fist tighter. “hot. so, so hot.”
his knuckles were turning white around the phone. he pressed it harder to his ear, needing to hear every note of your voice. his eyes fluttered shut, head falling back against the wall behind his bed. sweat was already gathering under his arms, on his lower back, on the backs of his thighs. jus toes curled into the sheets, ankles twitching with every slick stroke of his hand.
you kept talking. talking like everything was normal. like your best friend wasn’t secretly jerking off to your voice and biting his fist to keep from moaning into the receiver.
“you been staying up late again?” you asked. “you really sound tired.”
mark choked on a sound that wasn’t a laugh, wasn’t a sob, wasn’t quite a moan.
“mmh—yeah. c-can’t sleep…”
“you should take melatonin or something. or stop watching porn at 3am.”
if only you knew.
mark was panting now, trying to keep it quiet, but every breath was a tremor. his thighs shook with tension, every muscle in his body drawn tight like a bowstring. he sped up again without meaning to, his body begging for release. it wasn’t just the friction. it was you — your voice, your laugh, the way you sounded like you were half-asleep and smiling through every word.
and fuck, he wanted you to hear. even if it ruined everything.
“hey,” you said again, more curious now. “you really okay? you sound like you’re—”
“i’m f—fuck,” mark hissed through his teeth, a broken sound slipping out before he could stop it.
his back arched. he turned his face into the pillow beside him and bit down, hard. his whole body jerked with need.
“s-sorry, sorry—”
you blinked on the other end. “mark… are you… are you sick or something?”
“n-no,” mark whimpered, voice cracking again.
his chest was heaving, cock twitching wildly in his hand now. the wet slick noises of it were starting to get louder — he was so close it hurt.
“just… ngh—just don’t stop talking. please.”
you paused, clearly confused.
“mark, you sure you’re okay? your voice sounds—like you’re in pain or something. you’re not crying, right?”
he almost was.
“no—n-not crying. j-just…”
his fingers slipped, the slick glide of his palm stuttering for a second. he couldn’t do this much longer. every syllable you said was like fuel thrown on the fire. his entire body was one big live wire, and all it would take was one more second of your voice, soft and unknowing in his ear, and he’d—
“oh fuck—fuckfuck—ah—” he gasped suddenly, louder than he meant to.
he couldn’t stop it. his hips jerked up off the bed, his legs kicked once, hard, heel catching on the sheet.
“shit—”
“mark?”
bit it was too late.
he came with a guttural noise halfway between a gasp and a whimper, hand still pumping as thick heat spilled across his abs, wrist, stomach. his thighs were trembling, whole body shaking, the pleasure rolling over him in uncontrollable, stuttering waves. he clenched the phone so tight it creaked in his palm.
your voice cut through the haze.
“…wait. are you—holy shit. were you jerking off?”
mark froze. his face was bright red, chest heaving, jaw slack as the last pulses of pleasure shook through him.
he didn’t answer. he couldn’t.
the silence stretched — the only thing in his room now was the sound of him breathing. hard and shallow. still a little shaky, his hand still cupped over the base of his cock, half-hard and twitching against his sticky palm.
the mess was cooling on his stomach, and he was pretty sure his heart had stopped beating somewhere between orgasm and panic.
“…mark?”
you sounded different now. not angry. not teasing. just… surprised. confused. and a little quieter. your voice had dropped half a note, softer in a way that made his throat close. mark swallowed.
his voice cracked when he finally said it :
“y-yeah.”
one word. barely more than a whisper.
he shifted in bed, feeling how damp the sheets were under his thighs, how raw his skin felt, sensitive to the air now. still holding the phone, mark let out a low, shaky breath and forced himself to speak again.
“i was. i… i was jerking off.”
silence.
god, he wanted to disappear. the shame was burning. he shut his eyes and dragged a hand down his face, fingers shaking slightly. his cock gave a small, involuntary twitch in his hand even now. he should’ve hung up. should’ve made up some lie. should’ve said anything else.
instead, he added : “i couldn’t stop thinking about your voice. it—fuck, it made it worse. better. i don’t know. i just—needed it.”
there was a pause on the other end. but this one felt different.
“…damn,” you finally said.
the word came out low, cautious.
mark’s breath caught. he squeezed his eyes shut.
“you’re mad,” he mumbled, voice hoarse. “i get it, i’m—fucked up, i’m sorry, i shouldn’t have called—”
“no,” you cut in fast. “no, i’m not mad.”
mark blinked. “you’re… not?”
“i mean…” you hesitated. “that’s kinda… hot.”
mark sat up straighter, heart kicking into a full sprint again. “what?”
your voice was a little different now. lower. a little breathy. “you really called me… while you were doing that?”
mark nodded before realizing you couldn’t see it.
“y-yeah.”
he was still hard. somehow. his body didn’t know how to stop with you still on the phone, your voice suddenly filled with something heavier. curiosity? tension? hunger? whatever it was, it sparked like a live wire right in his chest.
“you… wanted to hear me that bad?” you asked.
and mark could picture the look on your face now — confused, pink-cheeked, maybe biting your lip the way you always did when you were trying to process something fast.
“i did,” mark whispered. “i wanted to imagine you in my ear. i already was. but when i actually heard you… i couldn’t stop. you sounded so warm. like—like you were laying next to me.”
“shit,” you mutter, your breath hitched now. “that’s…”
mark gripped the phone tighter. “what?”
“kind of really hot,” you admitted. “like, weirdly hot.”
something inside mark broke open at that.
his hand reflexively slid down over his cock again — not stroking yet, but holding it, grounding himself in sensation, in your voice and the feeling of still being on the edge, desperate for more. his stomach clenched, hips shifting under the blankets.
“are you…” he tried. “turned on right now?”
a soft exhale from you bedore you anwser.
“yeah.”
the sound mark made wasn’t even a word. just a needy gasp, like he’d been underwater and your answer let him breathe again. he rolled his hips forward a little into his palm, dragging his fingers lightly over the head of his cock. still sensitive. almost unbearable.
“can i come over?” you asked.
mark’s breath hitched. the thought was overwhelming, making his cock twitch even more.
“yes,” he said immediately, too fast, too eager. his voice cracked on it, raw and wet with want. “yes, please—fuck, i want you to.”
there was a pause — not hesitation, but heat. you were quiet for a second, and he could hear you shifting on the other end, probably sitting up now, heart racing like his.
mark doesn’t like arguments, but he does defend what he believes in. passionately. almost to a fault. he’ll start out calm, hands up, saying, “okay, okay, i’m listening,” — but the second you challenge something he’s sure he’s right about, his eyebrows knit and he starts pacing lightly or shake his head unconsciously “i’m not trying to fight,” he insists, “i’m just saying, like, that’s not what happened.” he’s not raising his voice. he’s just stubborn. that earnest, frustrating kind of stubborn that comes from being too honest and too sure of what he remembers. and you’re tired. he can tell, but he’s still trying to finish his point, because in his mind, clearing it up will make things better. then he sees your lip tremble. everything in him deflates. he goes quiet, chewing his lip, shoulders lowering. “wait—wait, i’m sorry. i didn’t realize i was doing that,” he says softly. he sits beside you, leaning forward with his hands clasped. “explain it to me one more time, baby. i'm not gonna cut you off, i swear.” and when you finally let out what’s really bothering you, he listens for real.
—huang renjun
renjun’s biggest problem? he thinks rationality fixes everything. so when the argument begins, he goes straight into explanation mode, arms crossed, voice even, expression unreadable. “i’m not attacking you. i’m just explaining why it doesn’t make sense,” he says, which somehow makes it worse. you’re emotional. he’s logical. it’s oil and water.
the more upset you get, the more confusion flickers across his face, like he genuinely can’t grasp why you’re reacting that way. but then he sees it: the way you look away, shoulders tightening, eyes glossy. and something in him stops cold. his expression softens instantly. he uncrosses his arms, takes a step closer, voice dropping to something fragile. “hey… don’t cry. i’m sorry,” he murmurs, his thumb gently brushing the back of your hand. he pulls you into a quiet hug, one arm around your waist, the other stroking your hair. “i wasn’t trying to belittle you. i just… talk stupid when i care too much.” and he holds you until your breathing steadies.
—lee jeno
jeno is a logical-first, feelings-second kind of guy. and when you argue, you feel it more than ever. you’ll raise your concern and he’ll immediately respond with something like, “okay, but objectively—” and you want to scream. he doesn’t mean to be cold. he thinks offering solutions is being caring. but sometimes his explanations sound like he’s dismissing your feelings, even when he isn’t. when you snap, “can you stop being a robot for one second?” jeno shuts down. not angrily, just internalizing. his jaw tightens, and he looks away for a moment like he’s recalibrating. when he finally speaks again, his voice is quiet, almost careful: “i’m not trying to invalidate you. i just don’t know how to handle it when you’re upset. i’m trying.” he sits next to you, hands clasped because he doesn’t want to overwhelm you. “tell me what you need from me,” he says honestly. and once you explain it, he really listens and his whole demeanor shifts. “okay,” he says softly. “i can do that. i want to do that.” his effort is clumsy but genuine… and it melts you every time.
—lee haechan
haechan jokes when he’s nervous. which is the worst combination during an argument.
you’re upset, and he keeps trying to lighten the mood, tossing out comments like, “okay grumpy, relax,” not realizing he’s pouring gasoline on fire. when you finally snap, his face falls — like he genuinely didn’t expect it. around the boys he stays composed, pretending it’s fine, but the second you’re alone, he’s unusually quiet. he keeps glancing at you, eyes softening with every second. “what did i do?” he asks, voice barely above a whisper. and when you tell him he hurt your feelings, his entire expression shifts — guilt taking over everything. he moves closer, tucking himself into your space, arms wrapping around your waist from the side. “i’m sorry,” he murmurs into your shoulder. “i should’ve read the room.” he kisses your cheek, nose, temple — tiny apologies scattered across your skin. “don’t shut me out, okay? i hate when you’re upset and i can’t fix it.” and he doesn’t let go until you melt into him.
—na jaemin
jaemin gets quiet. painfully quiet. he isn’t cold, he isn’t annoyed — he’s hurt. he sits still, eyes lowered, thinking too much all at once. when you snap at him, he absorbs it silently, nodding once like he deserves it. “i didn’t know i made you feel like that,” he says softly, which somehow breaks you more. he doesn’t raise his voice, doesn’t defend himself. he just retreats inward, processing. you move away and he follows a few steps, not suffocating, but close enough to show he cares. “i don’t want us to fight,” he murmurs. “tell me how to fix this.” and when you do, he listens like you’re giving him sacred instructions. he reaches for your hand slowly, brushing your knuckles with his thumb. “come here,” he whispers, pulling you into a slow, grounding hug. his chin rests on your head, and he holds you like he’s trying to calm both your hearts. “i’m not going anywhere,” he adds quietly. “even when we’re like this.”
—zhong chenle
chenle reacts fast. talks fast. argues fast. he’ll notice something tiny, as trivial as your mismatched socks, or your forgotten umbrella. he'll comment immediately without thinking. on a good day, you laugh it off. on a bad one, like today, it grates. when you tell him to stop nagging, he scoffs, “i’m not nagging, i’m helping,” without realizing how sharp it sounds. but the moment he notices you shivering in the cold, or your eyes watering, or your silence stretching too long — he stops mid-sentence. “wait. are you actually upset?” his voice softens in a way it rarely does. he shrugs off his jacket and wraps it around you, his hands lingering on your shoulders. “i’m sorry,” he mutters, eyes darting away shyly. “i didn’t mean to be annoying.” he holds your hand as you walk, thumb rubbing circles apologetically. “i just worry about you. too much, probably.” and the sincerity in his voice makes your heart wobble.
—park jisung
jisung panics during arguments. he hates raised voices, even slightly sharp tones. the second he feels tension, he starts stumbling over his words, eyes widening in confusion and concern. “wait—what did i do? i swear i didn’t mean—” he keeps reaching toward you and pulling back, unsure if touching you will make it worse. when you look away, his whole face crumples. “don’t… don’t be mad at me,” he says quietly, almost pleading. he sits in front of you, knees drawn in, trying so hard to understand. “just tell me,” he begs softly. “i’ll fix it, i promise.” and as soon as you explain, he exhales shakily and scoots closer, resting his forehead against your shoulder. “i’m really sorry,” he clings to you while he whispers. “i don’t want to lose you.”
princess treatment 🫧 your nct127 boyfriend is so in love with you
johnny
he opens doors, pulls out chairs, carries your bag without asking. he’s the type to plan entire days around you: brunch at your favorite café, a slow walk through the city, then a drive at sunset with the windows down and his hand resting on your thigh.
he calls you my pretty girl in that cocky voice that makes your stomach flutter
at mornings, he pours your coffee before his own, just the way you like it, two sugars, a touch of cream and slides the mug into your hands like it’s something sacred.
taeyong
taeyong’s version of princess treatment is quiet, detailed, and deeply emotional. he doesn’t need to say much
his love shows up in tiny, perfect ways. he’ll notice if you’re cold before you do, draping his jacket around your shoulders. he’ll cook your favorite meal, decorate it with care, and place it in front of you with a shy smile.
he brushes your hair while you sit on the floor, hums softly when you’re half-asleep, and texts you reminders to eat when he’s away at military
dunnot forget to eat today, honey ´ര ᗜ ര` with that same kaomoji cause he is lee taeyong
yuta
he’ll take you shopping and insist you try on everything that catches your eye, smirking as he says if you like it, you should try it on but the real luxury is how present he is. when he looks at you, it’s like no one else exists.
he leads you into a late night diner and orders for you because he already knows what you’ll want.
his hand stays over yours on the table, thumb tracing slow, lazy circles as he just quietly look around the restaurant. when your food arrives, he cuts your burger in half for you, smirking. let me
doyoung
the two of you are grocery shopping. you reach for the top shelf, and before you can even stretch, doyoung’s already there, grabbing it for you with a quiet got it he’s a little bossy about the list
we’re getting only the healthy kind, no junk food, ya heard? but when he notices your pout, he sighs and drops your favorite snacks into the cart anyway.
at home, while he cooks, he hums under his breath. sit down and don’t touch anything he tells you. when dinner’s ready, he sets your plate in front of you, wiping his hands on a towel.
you're too spoiled by the way
jaehyun
flipping through a few pairs at prada, debating quietly with yourself. jaehyun is right behind you, hands in his pockets, calm as ever. he doesn’t hover, doesn’t push, but he’s paying attention his eyes flick to everything you do.
that one looks good he says softly, nodding toward a sleek black pair you hadn’t been sure about. it makes you pause. think so? you ask.
yeah he shrugs fits your face
and at mid trip stops when you and half the members are going to holidays, he makes sure you are warm since its freaking cold outside. goes inside the market and order you some food, and he just looks so soft with his glasses. as you and mark are already ordering some ice cream and paying with your boyfriends credit card.
jungwoo
jungwoo’s princess treatment is pure softness. he makes you feel adored just by how excited he gets to do things for you. sit down, baby, i’ll do it for you he’ll say, taking the grocery bags out of your hands.
he’ll bring you snacks, wrap you in a blanket burrito, and insist on watching your (his) favorite movie even if he’s seen it a dozen times. (dude it's obviously the incredibles for the ninth time)
you’re standing in front of the mirror, trying to pick what to wear, when jungwoo bursts in holding a headband. this! this one! he says dramatically, placing it on your head. you laugh, but he just beams. see? perfect. my princess.
mark
he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it half the time
e just loves taking care of you. he’ll hold your hand when crossing the street, carry your bag even if it’s small, and text you did you eat? like three times a day.
when you’re feeling low, he’ll order your favorite food and show up with it, sheepishly saying, you looked like you needed this he’ll play your favorite songs while you eat and do that little shy smile whenever you thank him. later, when you’re lying together, he’ll whisper you make it really easy to want to take care of you
then he sits beside you, playing with your hair until you drift off. you hear him whisper you're my whole world, you know that? just before you fall asleep
haechan
he spoils you in ways that make you laugh. he’ll call you my royal highness and kiss you hands when he brings you snacks or my spoiled baby when he tucks you in at night. but beneath all the teasing, he means every bit of it.
he’ll do your nails for fun, feed you bites of dessert, and grin proudly when you roll your eyes i know you love it he’ll say, kissing your cheek
and most important, he change his drink with yours if that matcha you ordered is way too earthy, even tho he doesn't like matcha he'll do it just to make you happy
gosh this taste awful by the way as you happily sip the caramel latte he orderer for himself
Mark's eyes hadn't left you once. His gaze was locked on your figure, the way your shoulders lifted as you laughed, the way your eyes sparkled, but mostly he was focused on the way that guy was standing just a bit too close for it to be friendly. The words Johnny was saying faded into the background as he watched you, the ugly feeling of jealousy spreading through his chest.
A pair of fingers clicked in front of his face, snapping him out of it.
"Mark!" Johnny's voice came back into focus. "Are you listening to me?"
"Yeah totally." Mark muttered. He had no idea what Johnny had been saying. "That's crazy dude."
Johnny rolled his eyes. "You're such a bad liar. Go over to her."
That was all Mark needed. He crossed the room to you in three seconds flat, his arm winding its way around your waist as soon as he got close enough, pulling you into his chest in a back hug.
"Hi baby." Your sweet voice filled his ears, calming every nerve that had been alight in his body. "I was just talking about you."
Mark lifted his gaze, meeting the eyes of the man you were talking to, immediately seeing the silent challenge in them. He'd had enough now, time for this to be over.
Mark's hands drifted lower, finally grabbing one of your in his, intertwining your fingers immediately.
"Johnny needs us for something." He murmured, pressing his lips to your temple, soft yet possessive.
You smiled a quick goodbye before leading Mark away. Once you were out of earshot you looked up at him, and he noticed that twinkle in your eye.
"Jealous are we?" The teasing lilt in your voice sparked a flush of embarrassment in Mark's cheeks.
His mouth opened and closed a few times, unsure on how to explain himself. He felt your hand squeeze his, and he held your gaze, stopping your movements.
"I just- I just didn't like it." He mumbled.
You reached up, taking his face in your hands and leaned in the place a soft kiss on his lips. He chased you as you pulled away, his hands grabbing your waist again to pull your body close to him. When he finally pulled away, he rested his forehead on yours.
"I'm all yours." You whispered, smiling softly as his response.
"I know."
Renjun:
Renjun wasn't sure there was a feeling he hated more than being jealous. The way the hair on the back of his neck pricked up, and he found it harder to breathe, and that twisting feeling in his gut that made him feel nauseous. He hated all of it.
He worries that it comes across as though he doesn't trust you, and that couldn't be further from the truth. He just hates seeing someone else slide in on you trying to flirt.
You are so precious to him, something he can't quite put into words. So seeing someone putting their moves on you, it tugs at his heart in a way he can't explain. He wants nothing more than to go up to you and pull you away, but he can't bring himself to do more than just watch and sink in on himself.
He started to chew on the inside of his cheek, worry creeping up as he watched you laugh at whatever story this guy was telling. Renjun had no idea who he was, and that made this whole ordeal even more unnerving.
Before he knew it, you were dragging this guy over to him, introducing him to Renjun. As soon as his name left your mouth, Renjun immediately recognised it as one of your oldest friends.
The guy smiled at him, holding out his hand in greeting.
"Happy to finally meet the reason y/n is always smiling now." He grinned at Renjun.
Renjun's eyes flickered to you, seeing the way you looked down in slight embarrassment. He opened an arm, a silent offering which you immediately accepted, curling into his side.
"Well, she's a handful, but it's worth it." Renjun replied, feeling the tension leave his body as your hand rubbed his back gently.
Your friend laughed at that, a fond smile on his face as he watched the two of you together. He excused himself shortly after, wandering off into the distance.
Renjun kept his arm tightly around your shoulders, grounding himself as he took a deep breath.
"You okay?" You asked, looking up at him.
Renjun just smiled.
"Never better."
Jeno:
Jeno hadn't spoken a word in the last ten minutes. His jaw was clenched so hard Jaemin was worried that he was about to break it. Although he tried hard to hide it, there was no denying that the reason for his behaviour was the guy that was leaning over your shoulder, trying to teach you to play snooker.
Every time he leaned in, Jeno held his breath. He could see the way your eyes flickered back towards him, the way your hands gripped the cue tighter and he knew you were uncomfortable.
It's one thing to come on to his girl and disrespect him, but a whole other thing to disrespect you and make you feel uncomfortable.
Jeno watched as the guy put his hand on your waist, and that was it for him. He put down the drink he was holding, and walked over to where you were.
Relief flooded your eyes at the sight of him. Jeno noticed the way your body was curved to keep as much distance as possible between the creepy guy and yourself. He also knew you were too polite and nervous to call him out on it.
Just as Jeno got close enough he heard the words leave the guy's lips.
"Here, let me show you how to break properly." And he tried to wrap his arms around you to show you the proper position.
You visibly flinched away just as Jeno reached the snooker table. Missing your shot but walking quickly towards him.
Jeno didn't hesitate. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders protectively, never taking his gaze off the guy watching you.
"We've got it from here." Jeno's words were sharp and his eyes narrowed. His grip on you was almost too tight, and you could feel the anger radiating through him.
Normally when Jeno gets a bit jealous, he can get sulky. But this was different, now he was angry.
The guy held up in hands in mock defeat, sending a sleazy grin towards you.
"She's all yours." And with that he slunk away.
Only once he'd disappeared from sight did Jeno turn to make sure you were okay. His hands moved to cup your face, checking your eyes for any signs of fear.
You said nothing, simply sighing as you pressed your forehead against his.
He did the same, holding you close to him.
"No one treats you like that."
Haechan:
Haechan was uncomfortable. His energy was spiking as he watched your interaction. His fingers kept playing with the side of your shirt without him realising, and his mouth felt dry.
He kept cracking jokes, trying to make himself feel better but it didn't work. This guy seemed to be too charming, he was saying all the right things and every word that came out of his mouth just made Haechan feel worse.
Haechan didn't know if he wanted to punch the guy or just walk away with you entirely. His fingers started to curl around the edge of your shirt, gripping the fabric.
Your hand suddenly covered his, unfurling his clenched fist and intertwining your hands together. You squeezed it three times, a silent signal he understood.
He looked over to you, seeing you already looking at him. You knew him too well, he couldn't hide how he felt around you.
You said a quick goodbye, and led Haechan away from the conversation, your hand still in his.
"Baby..." Your voice was soft and your other hand came up to rest on his cheek.
Haechan didn't really know what to say. He was embarrassed at how he'd gotten so jealous at what had been nothing more than an innocent conversation.
"I can't have you thinking he might be funnier than me." All he could do was crack a small joke. Maybe by doing that you wouldn't realise his true fear that whenever he saw you getting along with someone well, that you might get along better with them than with him. That thought killed Haechan, and it plagued him much more than he was willing to admit.
"No one is funnier than you." You always seemed to know the right things to say. "You know me."
He smiled at you, grateful for your words. Haechan leaned down, placing a soft kiss on your lips.
"I love you." He whispered.
"I know." You chuckled back. "I love you too."
Jaemin:
Jaemin is very naturally protective over you. Whenever you two go anywhere, he always makes sure he knows where you are in case you need him.
On top of that, he's very secure in your relationship. He's big on trust and he trusts you more than anyone else in his life, and he knows you trust him.
Jaemin doesn't want to step in and challenge that trust, the trust between you has been earned and nurtured, and he values that more than anything. The last thing he would want to do was cause even a crack of doubt in it.
As far as he could tell this was just a friendly conversation you were having, there hadn't been any signs that you were uncomfortable or that this guy was saying anything inappropriate. And even if he did, Jaemin knew you would shut it down.
He had faith just to watch you from afar, he knew that you would always come back to him and choose him over anyone else. Those were negative thoughts Jaemin didn't like to burden himself with. Obviously there are times when he can't help it, but one look into your soft eyes vanquished any of those feelings.
As if on cue, the guy you were chatting to leaned in closer, just breaching the line between friendly and flirting, his hand coming up to brush your arm. Jaemin watched this, swallowing down that feeling that bubbled away in his chest.
He watched as you stepped back sightly, putting some distance between the two of you. You waved before turning away, your eyes finding Jaemin immediately and walking towards him.
He offered a hand to you as you got closer, and you intertwined your fingers. He used your interlocked hands to pull you into his side, placing a kiss on your head, his gaze flickering up to see the guy watching the two of you.
"You okay?" Jaemin asked you, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on the back of your hand.
"Yeah." You replied, leaning your head on his shoulder. "I knew you were there if I needed you."
"Five more seconds and I would have joined you." He muttered, not enjoying the way this guy was still watching the two of you.
"I know." You chuckled. "I never feel nervous when I have you near me."
Chenle:
Chenle had been aware since the conversation started.
He'd been watching you out of the corner of his eye for the last few minutes, waiting for a signal from you to act. He had never doubted your relationship, or you, but situations like this still anger him to no end.
Your laugh hit his ears, but something was off about it. This wasn't the carefree, infectious laugh that he loved so much, this was tight, forced, and it set Chenle's nerves alight.
He turned to watch properly, and was he saw made him furious.
This guy was standing close to you, far too close to you, and every time you stepped back or tried to put space in between you, he leaned in further. He was only a few steps away from having you backed against a wall.
Your eyes flicked around the room, as if looking for him, and that was all it took.
Chenle crossed the room in a few steps, arriving steadily by your side. His hand rested on your shoulder, familiar and grounding. He noticed the way you stepped back again, but this time stepping into his space, a space where he could protect you.
"You good?" Chenle asked, welcoming you into his embrace.
"I was just about to come find you." Your response told him all he needed to know.
He turned his attention back to the guy standing there. There was something firm in Chenle's gaze, something that makes it clear he's not entertaining whatever this was.
"We're heading out." Chenle's voice was strong, leaving no room for this creep to argue.
The guy hesitates for a second before he mumbles something incoherent and backs away.
Chenle turned his attention back to you, pulling you in for a short hug before checking you over. You just leaned back into his chest, wrapping your arms around him for a longer hug. Chenle didn't hesitate, holding you close to him.
"We don't have to stay." He whispered, stroking your hair. "I've got you."
"I know you do." You replied, feeling safe in his arms.
Jisung:
Jisung didn't know what to do. His whole body was tense, his shoulders had started to ache from how tightly he was holding them. If Jisung was being honest, he got jealous quite easily. He liked being the person that made you laugh, the person that listened to you and the person you listened to. When he saw someone sharing a moment with you that seemed to similar to moments he shares with you he can't help the way that feeling leaps into his throat.
He watched as you told some anecdote about your day, one that he hadn't heard yet, and he couldn't stop that feeling from growing. His grip around his drink tightened, his fingers curling around the glass.
Deep down, he knows it's irrational. He trusts you and you're not doing anything wrong he just can't help it.
The guy is standing too close, not close enough to justify stepping in but close enough to make Jisung's skin crawl. Still, Jisung debates stepping in, but he stops himself. He doesn't want to seem possessive, or interrupt, so he stays there, letting the feeling fester.
Until you look over at him.
One look in his eyes tells you everything you need to know. Jisung is usually good at keeping his expression neutral, not giving anything away, but when it comes to you his resolve crumbles.
You excuse yourself from the conversation, closing the gap between you and Jisung with every step you take, before stopping just in front of him.
"You okay?" You ask and Jisung's eyes drop to the glass he was holding, only registering how tightly he was holding it when he saw it.
"Yeah." He mumbled, but one look in your eyes again and he was telling the truth. "I didn't like that."
"Me neither. That's why I left." You smiled at him.
"Oh..." Was all Jisung managed to say. At that moment everything clicked, he saw the difference in how you acted around him, noticed the way you were just being polite before and all the tension his body was holding began to dissolve.
"I'd rather be next to you." You moved closer to him, wrapping your arms around his waist.
"That's all I need." He murmured, his head leaning on top of yours.
content: fluff, handsy (?), not proofread (lmk if u find any mistakes!), gn reader
johnny
waist. would def want to make you feel secure, especially when you're with him. if he can't keep you close to him with his arm fully around your waist, he'd at LEAST make sure it was on your lower back. he wants to give you the reassurance that he's always there and not gonna let go, which also gives off confidence.
taeyong
palm to palm. your hands would fit perfectly together, like a puzzle piece. i would say taeyong would have a more extravagant gesture when it comes to his hand placements, but he likes the silent understanding of your connection and the grounding that comes with your palms pressed together, no matter where you are.
yuta
thigh/knee. i think this is a more intimate one, and one that yuta would definitely do. he wouldn't even do this on purpose, it just happens to be where his hands drift when you guys are together, where it feels the most comfortable. he likes the warmth of your skin on his and knows that you do too. he likes to tap his fingers against your skin playfully when he's bored, not even aware of it. you've grown to not acknowledge it as much either, it being a casual thing now.
doyoung
pinkies intertwined. i think that when you guys arent in public for everyone to see, he would definitely want your fingers intertwined, but just feeling each others presence with the closeness of two fingers is enough for him. just to know he's there. he would take your pinkie in his when he knows you're in situations where you're anxious, or if you guys were sitting down or waiting in line together, a promising connection.
jaehyun
your hand around his arm. i feel like jaehyuns arms would sort of act as your arm rest? being so close to him as his body radiates heat for the both of you gives you a sense of comfort and closeness knowing he won't go anywhere. i think he would like when you get tired and rest your head on his bicep as well, knowing that you feel comfy enough to do that.
jungwoo
around the back of your neck. ifykwim? around your neck and holding onto your hand that moves up to him, liking the feeling of your body sinking into his as his frame stand behind you. he loves coming up to you and just throwing his arm around your shoulders, holding you close to him. although casual, when you interlace fingers, you feel his thumb run over the back of your hand making you feel warm and secure.
mark
interlaced fingers. i just feel like this fits mark so well..romantic and traditional. dragging u along with him (or vice versa), but never letting go of each other. casually slipping his hand into yours, you can feel the affection he radiates. he loves interlacing your fingers because he thinks that it keeps you guys even closer, and you don't complain.
haechan
everywhere and anywhere. he'll honestly switch it up depending on his mood or the day. i feel like he would be really playful in a relationship and you would never know where his hands would go when you guys go out. romcom haechan putting his hand in your back jean pocket..around your waist..around your wrist..you never know, and he loves that.
a/n: thanks for reading!! its been a whileee lol..hopefully im back for a bit :3 gonna go work on some dreamie drafts!
warnings: smut, mdni, unprotected sex plz don’t angels, softdom!dreamies, oral (m receiving), ruined orgasm, kinda maybe voyeurism if you you really squint and lie to urself, semi public sex kinda?, cursing, dirty talk, no use of yn
summary: bf!dreamies when someone calls during sex
requested!
renjun:
he’s got you on your knees, mouth full of him and gagging. then your phone rings. he picks it up off the bedside table and smiles and evil grin, picking it up watching as your eyes widen. “hello? she’s busy right now can she call you back? mhm, no she can’t really talk right now, got her mouth full. bye” tears slip past your eyes, embarrassed. he holds your head down before you have the chance to come off and ask who it was. when he cums down your throat and pulls you off kissing you before you ask who called. “it was just your best friend, she doesn’t care, but call her back she’s got gossip” you just blush and hit his chest after exposing your little head session
“you’re unbelievable, but i gotta hear this gossip now”
jeno:
he’s got you in back shots, pounding into you like you’ll disappear if he stops. he’s filming the way your ass recoils back on his hips, hands slapping and groping at the flesh. then a call comes through stopping the video. “fuck sake…” “w-what is it?” “your boss is calling” “so fucking decline it nono!” he declines it going back to hitting it good, taking more videos and your boss is calling again. “i’m going to fucking scream” “already are screaming baby” you look over your shoulder at him with a playful glare and he’s laughing and pulling out. you answer the phone, declining the invitation to go in for cover that night, saying you’re busy. “you better still be hard, i wasn’t finished” he’s immediately pushing you back on all fours,
“you think i was done?”
haechan:
when your phone is going off, gc blowing up and calling over and over, texting you to answer you are trying to ignore it, but he’s smirking, “haechan- don’t- stop-“ “they’re just gonna keep calling baby, better get rid of them”. he’s answering the phone and holding up to your ear. you try not to moan and scream out when his cock head hits that gooey spot inside you. you shakily talk the best you can, talking on group call with your friends, trying best to answer and agree to the plans their making, but your mind is gone, squirming when haechans fingers toy with your clit. “i-i gotta- nmgh… gotta go” you hang up quickly and throw your phone at his chest making him laugh. “don’t ever do that again”
“aw baby you sounded so cute trying not to moan~ tried so hard to sound like i wasn’t fucking you stupid”
jaemin:
he feels bad, he knows he should stop and let you answer the phone after reading your little cousins text asking for you, needing your help, but you’re both so lost in each other, he puts the phone face down. he’s drilling into you making you see starts then you feel the phone vibrate again. “who is it?” “baby…” “is it bad?” “your cousin” “fuck… i’m sorry nana, can we be quick?” “we can stop-“ “no it’s okay, please, need you nana” he nods as he’s pushing your legs up and snapping his hips with a new found urgency. bringing you both to orgasm. he cleans you up before you’re calling your cousin back. “alright alright don’t panic, sorry i was busy, didn’t see your texts, me and jaemin will come get you” you hang up and explain your cousins problem
“i’ll get my keys”
chenle:
he’s another one who picks up on your behalf, talking to your brother, his hand clamped over your mouth. he explains you’re away in the bathroom, asking to take a message, your eyes roll back as you watch his calm composed voice and body language despite his hips snapping into yours. he talks and talks and you’re practically thrashing against the bed. “alright, i’ll let her know, bye” when he hangs up you let out a guttural moan, legs shaking as he keeps pushed in. he’s trying to relay all the information to you, but he knows you’re not able to listen. “jesus baby so fucked out, can’t even listen to me” “lele! please!”. he just smirks and brings you both over the edge. when you’ve calmed down he’s giving you a kiss.
“he just said family dinner tomorrow, at your parents, 6pm, dress nice”
jisung:
you and jisung both flush red with embarrassment when your phone rings, your best friend trying to facetime. he reaches over, planning to turn it off but you can’t think when his cock is kissing your cervix. “don’t you dare” “was just gonna turn it off- fuck baby did you just clench?” you just whine and pull him in with your legs locked around his waist. “don’t answer it” “pussy clenching is telling me the opposite” “sungie i’m serious- ah! fuck… just please, focus on me” he’s smirking as he cancels the call, you sigh with relief and letting your head fall back against the pillow. he keeps pounding you. when he makes you both cum he’s cleaning you up, sitting you up against his chest, pulling the sheets up to cover your bodies, he teases you a little about how excited you got at the thought of him answering before you’re calling them back. your friend says you both look a mess, hair everywhere and jisung speaks up with a teasing smile, and you hit his chest in embarrassment at his words,
a/n: I know I said I specialises in fluff but this one turned a little angst at the end. mostly crack. they are so stupid. non-idol!jaehyun.
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