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FWB!GISELLE ✶ HEADCANONS ! 💭

⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𝖥𝖤𝖠𝖳𝖴𝖱𝖨𝖭𝖦 giselle x fem reader ⋅ 𝖶𝖮𝖱𝖣 𝖢𝖮𝖴𝖭𝖳 1,848 words ⋅ 𝖦𝖤𝖭𝖱𝖤/𝖳𝖠𝖦𝖲 switch!reader, fwb/college au, switch!giselle, explicit smut

𝖶𝖠𝖱𝖭𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖲 ⟳ jealousy, sexting/sending nudes, masturbation, fingering, oral (f. rec), face-sitting, teasing, marking, spanking, use of toys, scissoring, squirting, recording/taking photos

[ 𝖠𝖴𝖳𝖧𝖮𝖱’𝖲 𝖭𝖮𝖳𝖤 ] — this is my first ever fic on this acc ! i hope i did an okay job w this and i’m excited to share more of my things w you all very soon ^_^

fwb!giselle who you met while at some party your friend karina dragged you to go to. you weren’t planning on staying for very long, only choosing to mingle with the same few people you knew and holding onto the same red solo cup that you’ve been sipping on throughout the night. as you weaved through the crowd to find a restroom, you’d bumped into another girl in the process, accidentally spilling alcohol all over her white top. you were so busy profusely apologizing you hadn’t fully registered just how attractive she was—her pastel pink hair made her look soft and angelic, you didn’t even realize how much you were stuttering.

fwb!giselle who exchanges numbers with you after the whole incident as you promised to make it up to her by treating her to a meal! you were a little surprised by how easily convinced she was by your offer but didn’t think much of it as you were certain she’s probably been asked out numerous times before. based on the short encounter you previously had, you thought it was going to be just another quick catch up at a café near campus and it’d simply end there—but boy were you so wrong.

fwb!giselle who invites you over to her dorm afterwards to “watch a movie” but you two were doing anything but that. somehow you’d wound up in bed with her, pushing her thighs as far and wide as they could go, devouring her pretty little pussy, your fingers spreading her lips apart whilst ferociously sucking on her clit, making her cum all over your face as the best reward.

fwb!giselle who enjoys marking up your body in spots that only she can see—whether it be your tits, stomach, between your thighs, anywhere that isn’t too visible she’ll leave the prettiest hickeys on your soft, delicate skin <3

fwb!giselle who sends you thirst traps at the most random times to make you go crazy. she’ll send videos of her in a skimpy tank top, massaging her tits through the thin fabric until she slowly pulls it down to reveal her pink, hardened nipples that you desperately wish you could suck on. she’d be rubbing her pussy through her panties, teasing you until you practically beg for her to send more. a few minutes later you’re blessed with another video of her playing with her clit, drawing lazy circles around the sensitive bud as her low moans could be heard in the background, watching the juices gush out on her fingers.

fwb!giselle who loves to be the one in control but doesn’t mind letting you take the lead once in a while. she hates being told what to do, she’s usually the one calling all the shots—but there’s something about you telling her to get on her knees and eat you out that makes her want to obey your every command and have you seeing stars by the end of it.

fwb!giselle who eats you out for her own pleasure and nothing else. her lips felt so good, they were perfectly plump and she knew exactly how to use them. she loves to see you squirm under her as she gives you head, holding your legs down to keep you locked in place as her tongue enters you—forcing you to take all she gives you.

fwb!giselle who pulls you into one of the empty classrooms for a quickie, soon as she locks the door behind her she’s already pouncing on you like a hungry animal. your clothes would be off in minutes and she’s finding her head between your legs as if it’s her second home—your knuckles turning white from how tightly you were gripping the wooden desk as she makes you squirt on her tongue.

fwb!giselle who fucks you with a dildo that’s way too big for you but you let her do whatever she wants because you could never say no to her >.< a small whimper escapes your lips when she begins pushing it in, feeling every ridge and vein of the silicone toy that’s already stretching you out from just a couple inches. she’ll start with slow, deep thrusts that makes the pain somewhat bearable, then speeds up the pace as she fucks you rougher, watching a white ring form around the base as you cream all over it.

fwb!giselle who likes to tease you out in public by wearing the tightest, most revealing clothes she could find in her closet. the other day she wore the tiniest micro skirt that made you absolutely insane—you couldn’t keep your eyes off her no matter how hard you tried, and that was the whole purpose. but now you’re walking around campus with soggy panties and in desperate need of taking care of this problem, you run to the nearest restroom to go alleviate some stress. you decided to get a little payback in return by sending her pics of how wet you were, telling her how much you crave to feel her fingers inside you, and how you can’t wait to feel her lips taste your cunt the minute you see each other again.

fwb!giselle who acts all casual and nonchalant around you on campus, knowing damn well her fingers were knuckles deep inside you not even a couple hours ago. you can’t be mad that she’s only super touchy with you when no one’s around, you two aren’t exclusive and you know she’s most likely seeing other people—but it does make you slightly giggle when she daps you up in the hallways and acts like she wasn’t just all over you.

fwb!giselle who gets all whiny and needy for you when she hasn’t seen you in a while. will get super irritable around her friends and becomes a menace to society if she doesn’t get laid within the next day or two. even when she fingers herself to your pics her pussy still aches for more.. poor bby just wants you to make her cum instead ;(

fwb!giselle who finally swallows her pride and texts you at 2 am to come over. you responded rather quickly to her ‘wyd?’ text that clearly meant only one thing at this time. you showed up to her dorm fifteen minutes later in just a t-shirt and baggy sweatpants, but you knew it wouldn’t matter much anyway because it’ll be on the floor in a matter of seconds. giselle couldn’t wait to have her lips on you, kissing you the moment you walked through the door.

fwb!giselle who sits prettily on your face as she rides your tongue, her hands tugging at the strands of your hair while she’s constantly whining and grinding on your face. everytime she found herself lifting up from your mouth she’d feel you forcefully pulling her back down—devouring her like a lion to it’s prey, crying out your name as she’s chasing her high.

fwb!giselle who uses her vibrator on you, pressing it right on your throbbing clit to elicit a strong reaction. your back arched against the bed as your hips moved forward to match her movement, eyes rolling to the back of your skull when she puts it on the highest setting, begging her for an ounce of mercy which she never does the favor of giving you any. all you could do was breathlessly whine, chest rising and falling from the intensity, you ended up squirting everywhere—drenching her sheets that she had just washed yesterday; but she didn’t seem to mind it at all, in fact she’d do this everyday if she could.

fwb!giselle who loves recording, you’re just too pretty she can’t help it. she’ll film you eating her out or vice versa, it’s honestly the sexiest thing ever to her. pornhub has nothing on you two, it’s way better than anything that site can offer, not only because it’s you but it’s also exactly the way she likes it and she makes sure to get all the best angles to watch later! the amount of photos and videos she has of you was a bit concerning.. but thankfully no one would ever see them since she has those stored away in a secret hidden folder ;)

fwb!giselle who wears the cutest lingerie sets for you. the last time you two hooked up she wore a pink lacy bra with a matching thong from victoria’s secret—your mouth was practically watering at the sight, you needed to rip it off of her immediately. you loved the way her body looks in all kinds of expensive lingerie, but you love it even better once it’s off hehe.

fwb!giselle who likes being on top the most. not only does she get to have all the control, but the view of you underneath is to die for. she’d have her mouth wrapped around your nipple whilst rubbing your clits together, one of your legs hooked around her shoulder for easier access—the sounds of your moans were like a beautiful song to her ears. you grew needier and needier, whimpers that she adores pouring out of your mouth, the feeling of your warm cunt sliding against hers is enough to make her loose her mind.

fwb!giselle who doesn’t show her jealousy whenever other girls try to talk to you, but will make sure you know who you belong to behind closed doors. she’ll spank your ass until it’s red and bruised, reinforcing that only she has the power to make you feel this way. “only i can make you feel this good, right?” she asks, tilting her head to the side as if she already didn’t know the answer—to which you weakly reply with, “yes gigi.. only you.”

fwb!giselle who picks you up to go on late night drives with. it’s always been a habit of hers to aimlessly drive around to clear her head but recently she started letting you tag along to keep her company. you loved that you could sit in utter silence without it feeling awkward and her music taste was top tier so you two would just be vibing to whatever song she put on. sometimes she’d stop at a random fast food place that was still open and you’d eat a meal together. nights like those were some of your favorite moments you shared with her.

fwb!giselle who hates to admit that she’s actually starting to catch genuine feelings for you. even her friends began noticing how she gets all blushy around you, and it doesn’t help that butterflies invade her tummy whenever she sees you. at first she tried to deny it, thinking that it’ll eventually go away, but as time progresses she’s only growing more attached to you. she’s never caught romantic feelings for someone as strongly as you, and she knows she’s going to have to confront these emotions at some point, though she isn’t exactly sure when.. maybe one day she’ll grow the courage to confess but for now she’ll keep this arrangement exactly the way it is.

꫶᳜᳝ᰭ ᅠ✿ Beijo Aveludado

͟ ͟✧? ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ ᳝᳜᳝᳜᳝᳜᳝᳜᳝᳜ᰯ 悪党.

I NEEDED THIS OH MY GODDD

⟡ let me suck your tits?

(MDNI)

suggestive , chenle x reader , intimate touching but not really sexual , boob sucking , boob kissing , soft sweet loving , they're cuddling in bed btw , soft chenle , kinda sub chenle , yes y/n calls chenle kitty i don't make the rules (yes i do) , some pet names , requested here

"missed you today."

you let out a soft hum as he kissed your cheek, his hands rubbing softly at your waist.

"did you now?"

his nose poked harshly against your cheek, his giggles soft against your cheek as you squirmed away.

"shut up, 'course i did pretty."

he turned to gently lay on top of you, your bodies sinking into the bed.

"kitty- you're heavy-" you poked at his sides, only a soft mhm leaving his lips as he started to kiss your face.

his lips were soft against your skin, slightly parted so his tongue could poke you.

you giggled under his touch, hands running up his back and into his hair to gently pull at the strands. he groaned softly at the feeling, lips trailing down your neck and towards your collarbones.

your breath hitched slightly as his hand reached under your shirt, cold fingertips teasing your skin. you reached down to cup his cheek, his eyes now drifting up to meet yours, "you look so pretty from down here."

you threw your head against your pillows, shaking chenle slightly as you giggled under him, cheeks flushing at the compliment, "you're an idiot."

you felt his breath against your skin as he let out a soft laugh, a little mhm following after as he continued to kiss your chest.

his hands continued to fidget under your shirt, softly pinching at your soft skin, warming his hands against your tummy.

"let me suck your tits?" you looked down at him to see his pouty lips, cheeks slightly flushed as he rutted his growing length against your leg.

"when have i ever said no?" his pout turned into a wide grin as he quickly reached for the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your bare breasts.

your chest tightened as the cool air hit your nipples, chenle's fingertips following soon after to rub against the sensitive bud.

"i love you." his voice was low, but sweet, a soft smile playing against his lips as he began to plant kisses along the swell of your breasts.

"i love you to-"

"i was talking to your tits babe."

you smacked his shoulder softly, rolling your eyes as he laughed against your chest, long hair tickling your skin.

"just kidding, you know i love both of you- youu-" he planted a light kiss to your right breast, "and you-" a kiss to your left breast.

you let him have his moment, ignoring his little confessions of love towards your tits as he started to plant kisses along your nipples, tongue peeking out to get a taste of your skin.

"call me your baby-" he licked at your skin, tongue dragging around your nipple, his soft eyes looking up at you.

"you're my baby lele- such a sweet boy." you rubbed his hair, fingers threading through the blonde strands.

"thank you."

moments like this made you forget how much suffering chenle made you go through. the tickling, the chasing around the house, the burning of food. none of that mattered as he wrapped his lips around you nipples, eyes fluttering shut at the taste.

he moaned softly, his arms wrapping around your back to pull you closer, his face smushed against your supple breast.

you let out a sigh as he suckled softly, fingers running through his hair to soothe his breathing. he relaxed into your touch, his breath warm against your breast as he remained glued to your nipple.

"kitty you can't sleep like this-"

he hummed into your breast, tongue never leaving your skin, "remember that time i let you sleep with my soft dick in your mo-" you patted him lightly urging him to stop.

"okay i get it-" you leaned down to plant a kiss on his forehead, a small smile spreading on his lips, "you're really annoying you know that right?"

he chuckled at your comment, the soft sound of suckling being his response.

your first time together - jisung (idol AU)

IMAGINE: you get cozy with a very hot jisung but you two decided that he was the one that had to initiate intimate stuff.

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• jisung was very virgin, you were his first girlfriend ever, even his first kiss. he had the courage to tell you so (even if you already knew) a while ago and you reassured him that was totally okay. so you decided together that when he would've been ready, he would've let you know and take action himself.

• you and him had some pretty heated make-out sessions, but that was it. of course you were more than willing to wait for him, you wanted him to be comfortable and to have the best experience with you when the time was right.

• but holy shit. he was SO HOT and the worst part was that he wasn't aware of it. so irritating.

• you were snuggled up in his fluffy and warm bed, with snacks all scattered around, watching a christmas movie even if it was only the beginning of november.

• he snuck his feet between your bare legs under the covers searching for your body warmth and you couldn't help but stiffen feeling him getting so close.

• "are you okay?" you nod but try to not look at him, keeping your eyes on the movie going. he doesn't push further.

• after some time, he's still hugging you and he absentimentally starts to caress your lower belly, just there, under your pajama top. you take a deep breath and scream at yourself to keep it together for god's sake y/n!

• but it looks like it's not working that well because jisung gets up from his comfy position and looks at you confused. "what is it? you're being weird"

• you sigh and close your eyes. "m'sorry. i'm just- ugh. i'm getting my period in a few days"

• he widens his eyes in worry. "are you hurt? do you have cramps already?" "no, i'm just horny"

• he FREEZES on the spot and you can tell his brain is malfunctioning. you chuckle and explain yourself before his heart combust. "i'm kidding ji, i'm okay. don't worry baby, okay?"

• you shift a little to snuggle again under the covers waiting for him to join, but he's not moving. you look up at him. "i'm serious baby, don-" "are you really- um... horny?"

• you blink a couple of time watching his tensed eyes and body and you see him gulping. atp you're whispering. "a little bit"

• he has the audacity to NOD. "so- like... you want m-me to do... something?" "i told you, it's okay. you don't have to do anything"

• "but i want to"

• your eyes snap into his. "oh"

• he gulps making his adam's apple bob and hesitantly get closer to you while you just watch him with curiosity. he sits right next to you against the headboard and taps his thighs.

• "c-can you come here?"

• his stuttering and all-innocent eyes are making you tremble from excitement. you nod at his request and climb his lap, sitting on him.

• he puts his hands around your waist and take a hold of the hem of your top, pulling it up. you're surprised at first, but when you notice that his hands are shaking you smile softly and put your hands in his hair starting to kiss him slowly.

• he touches your bare torso with nervous hands but when he feels you slightly grinding on him looking for friction... he let himself enjoy the moment putting his shyness aside. he stops the kiss without backing away from your lips. "can i touch you?"

• you nod and watch him direct his right hand right into your panties. wtf is happening? what gotten into him? you don't wanna ask.

• he really starts to touch your core with slow and uncertain movements; you softly moan closing your eyes and he blushes hard, his gaze going back and forth from your relaxed face to his hand working under your fluffy shorts.

• when he seems to understand which is the right pace, you start to literally (and carefully) ride his hand and you hold his shoulders because your legs are about to give up.

• "y-you like it?" "mhh... you're doing so good baby boy"

• he's shaken up by a whimper at the praise and you feel his erection growing under your ass. you want to tease him but he curls his fingers inside you and you forget everything else. you can't believe that park virgin jisung is making you cum with just his fingers rn.

• "shit- woah that was... unexpected"

• jisung is just looking at you with big puppy eyes now, his hand still in you. you smirk and kiss him gently, stroking the back of his head making him sigh. "y/n... can we- um... can we keep g-going?" "we can do whatever you want, it's on you, okay?" "o-okay"

• you puts your hands on his hoodie and you lightly pull at it, ancouraging the boy to take it off. he does it and you can see the goosebumps decorating his skin all over his juicy arms and his breath-taking upper body.

• you bit your lower lip and he blushes again under your adoring gaze. your mouth finds its spot just under his ear and he melts under your skilled tongue. you know that spot it's his weakness. and now you're also grinding on him so he's on cloud nine.

• "o-oh my god" "you're doing so well, my good boy"

• he moans and grabs your waist. "wait, i want to-" he doesn't speak further and just lifts you to lay you down on the bed and hovering over you.

• he kisses you again caressing your bare sides gently, taking his time touching you, worshipping your body. when he reaches for the hem of your pink shorts, you lift your hips for him and let him take them off, together with your sticky underwear.

• he holds his breath knowing that you're now naked under him, except for your bra. you help him taking his pants off too, smiling to ease his nerves a little.

• he begins again to kiss you because it helps him relax, you know him. but when you feel his boner against your bare thigh you get even more horny, if possible, and you can't help but rub your leg against his lenght, making him swear.

• he looks at your reassuring smile and takes a deep breath, before glancing down and gulping seeing your bodies so close. he aligns himself between your legs and finally interlocks with you, making the both of you moan out of relief.

• he thrusts in and out of you slowly, enjoying the way you whimper and shake because of him. and when he feels his orgasm approach he hides his face in your neck and cries his pleasure against your skin and just by hearing his deep fucking voice you can feel your folds clenching around him.

• "oh my- fucking god" "shit"

• you two stay in that very position while trying to regain consciousness because holy shit. your first time together was amazing.

• "how... how was it?" "great baby, you're awesome. can't wait to do it again"

• he couldn't even sleep that night.

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Mkay I need this Haechan immediately wth

bf!haechan who’s so down bad for you that he literally uses pictures of you to get off.

bf!haechan who loves making out with you that he gets whiny when you pull away to breathe.

bf!haechan who fingers you while driving.

bf!haechan who loves sucking on your tits. any chance he gets he’s on them.

bf!haechan who has such pretty moans.

bf!haechan who loves being dominated by you.

bf!haechan who loves cockwarming.

bf!haechan who can fall asleep with your tit in his mouth.

Court-side Fever || z.cl

pairings: bf!chenle x fem!reader

genre: smut, minors pls dni

word count: 1,826

warnings: car sex, unprotected sex, pussy and thigh slapping, hair pulling, creampie, fingering, tit play. let me know if i missed anything!

a/n: happy new year's everyone! i hope you all enjoy your holiday :D i haven't posted in a while and i apologize for not being active here😞 anyways, enjoy this chenle fic! watching him play basketball does things to me, so i decided to write about it lmao

special thanks to @onriyuview @notyourjaem @lovetaroandtaemin @jenoslutie for helping me out🩵 ily teehee :3

“Good game, dude. See you next week!”

Chenle daps Mark up and leaves the basketball court. After bidding his goodbyes to Haechan and Jeno as well, he jogs towards where you’re sitting and grabs his water bottle. 

“Babe, do you want to order food at home, or should we go to a drive-thru?” He asks before downing his water.

However, you barely heard what he said. You don’t usually come with him when he’s playing basketball with his friends, mainly because Chenle feels bad about having you wait hours for him. But you insisted on tagging along this time, and boy, you were glad you did. 

Seeing him play and watching his moves on the court after so long has you in a trance. You find yourself rubbing your thighs together subconsciously almost the entire time. It's clear that he does things to your body, and it's evident in the way your panties stick to your core.

Now that he’s standing before you, lust clouds your mind, and every inch of your body is fighting the urge to take him on this bench. He looks so ravishing, all sweaty like this, the sun behind him like a paid actor. 

The cast of warm golden light around him only emphasizes the droplets of sweat on his dewy skin, and it’s not doing much to help with your situation.

Chenle glances at you when he doesn't hear any response. He waves one hand in front of your face. “Baby?”

You blink your eyes a couple of times, waking yourself up from your daze. “Huh? Oh yeah, sure.” 

“Did you even hear what I just said?”

“Uhh… no?” You look away nervously, which makes him chuckle. “Should we just order in? You seem a bit tired.”

More like aroused, but he’s right, you are somewhat tired. Tired of squeezing your thighs together. You need him so badly that you can’t even think straight. Realizing that Chenle is waiting for your answer, you give him a nod as a response.

“Alright then, let’s go home!”

Chenle leans down to pick up his bag from the ground beside your feet, and you suck in a sharp breath when you catch a whiff of his scent. He smells so fucking good, and it's driving you insane.

You stand up abruptly, almost bumping into his head in the process. He grabs your arm before you could walk away and pulls you close. “Baby, why are you being weird today? Are you okay?”

One proper look at him is all it takes for you to crash your lips against his. You practically throw your body onto Chenle, making him yelp when his back hits the fence. The kiss catches him off guard, but he quickly snaps out of it.

“You're so fucking hot, baby. I need you so bad,” you say in between kisses and feel him smirk.

You bunch his shirt up in a fit of desperation, exposing his toned abs. Chenle quickly snatches your wrist away when he feels you tugging on the waistband of his shorts. 

“Slow down, baby,” he says after pulling away. “Let's continue this in the car, yeah?”

He chuckles when he sees your face light up. You're buzzing with excitement as you drag him to his car, quite literally shoving him inside and straddling him in a blink of an eye.

You connect your lips with his again while grinding your core against his bulge. Chenle pulls your hips down to make you feel his hardening member even more. You run your fingers through his damp hair, giving it a slight pull. 

The kiss gets messier as the two of you get more desperate. He pulls away to catch his breath and tilts his head to give you more access as you start to leave hickeys across his neck. A small moan escapes his lips when you lick a stripe across his salty skin and blow cool air on the fresh red marks.

“If I had known you’d be like this, I would’ve taken you with me a long time ago,” he says breathlessly.

“I feel the same way, baby. I forgot how hot you look when you’re playing basketball,” you giggle. “At least we know better now.”

Chenle lays you down on the seat before pulling your pants down along with your panties in one swift motion. He smirks at the sight of your leaking core. 

“Fuck, baby. You must really like watching me play, hm? You soaked through your panties,” he says as he dangles your panties next to his face. 

You bite down on your lower lip when drags his finger along your slit, hips twitching as he lands a light slap on your clit. He pushes his pants down with one hand while rubbing your sensitive bud with the other. 

You feel a shiver down your spine when Chenle taps his cock on your clit, letting out a moan as he spreads your arousal across your pussy. You wait for him to push it in, but he continues to rub his cock against your slit and you start getting impatient. 

“You're so fucking wet I could just slip in easily,” he moans, admiring the mess he's making.

“Stop teasing and put it in then!” 

You snap and roll your eyes at Chenle, which makes him raise an eyebrow at your sudden change of attitude. 

“It’s cute that you think you can talk to me like that,” he scoffs. Chenle grips your thigh before landing a slap on it, making you flinch.

“You should be grateful that I’m hard as fuck right now, otherwise I would leave you untouched,” he says as he pulls you up by your arm. “On your knees.”

You quickly adjust your position, standing on your knees and placing your hands on the backrest. You let out a yelp when he pulls your head back by your hair, feeling his hot breath on your ear. 

“I've been spoiling you too much, and now you’re giving me attitude.”

You moan as he slowly rubs your clit. “Chenle, please.”

“Please what baby?” He teases while nibbling on your ear.

You try to form words but you can’t think straight. Your pussy is throbbing and the feeling of his hands on you makes you dizzy.

“Please… I need you,” you whine. Chenle lets out a condescending laugh seeing you push your ass back, grinding against his cock. 

“You can do better than that,” he says before slapping your ass.

“Fuck! Please, baby, I need you so bad. Need your cock inside me now, please.”

A gasp escapes your lips as Chenle pushes his cock all the way inside you, letting you adjust to his size for a moment as he leaves kisses on your neck. He pulls his cock out almost entirely, leaving just the tip before pushing himself back in all the way. 

His thrusts are deep and rough, your breath getting caught in your throat each time his hips slam against yours.

“You feel so good, baby,” he whispers before pulling on your hair once more. “Always so tight and wet.”

“O-only for you,” your voice trembles, barely managing to say anything.

He chuckles, “Is that so? Such a good girl.” 

Chenle slips both hands underneath your shirt, giving your tits a nice grip before pulling down your bra. He tugs on your nipples and rolls them between his fingers, making you throw your head back to rest on his shoulder as he continues thrusting relentlessly.

The car shakes with each thrust, and only the sounds of skin slapping and your broken moans can be heard. The grip you have on the seat tightens as Chenle angles his hips to push his cock even deeper, earning a loud moan from you.

Your thighs tremble as he hits your sweet spot repeatedly. He places one hand on the back of your neck to pull you in for a kiss, and you moan into the kiss when you feel his fingers sneak their way onto your clit. 

“Baby, I'm-”

“Close? I know, baby. You keep clenching around me,” he chuckles. He picks up the pace and rubs your clit faster. “Cum for me, baby. Cream all over my cock.”

Your jaw goes slack as the pleasure overwhelms you. The way you're squeezing his cock makes him dizzy. Chenle lets out a groan, his thrusts getting sloppier as he reaches his climax. 

He pushes his cock all the way inside you as he cums, and you grind your hips against his to help him ride out his high. He presses a kiss on your temple before pulling out of your warmth.

You gasp as he cups your pussy and flicks his fingers against your slit with a quick motion, making his cum drip onto the leather seat. He tugs on your shirt as a signal for you to take it off. 

“Lay down on your back for me, baby,” he says with a low tone.

You lay back down on the seat and he spreads your legs wide. Chenle pulls your bra down to expose your hardened nipples and leans over to latch his lips around one of them. 

He shoves his fingers inside your pussy as he flicks his tongue on your nipple and you suck in a sharp breath, back arching from the pleasure. 

“Fuck, baby. Feels so good,” you moan. 

You place your hand on his head to feel him even closer as he sucks on your nipple, making you whimper. You're still sensitive from your previous orgasm, so it doesn't take long until you feel the familiar knot again.

“Oh, god. I'm gonna cum again, baby.”

Chenle unlatches his lips from your nipple and straightens his back, pushing his fingers all the way inside before curling them. The intensity of his fingers has you crying out in pleasure as you reach your second climax, legs convulsing as he pulls his fingers out and starts rubbing your clit quickly. 

Your legs clamp around his arm, but he uses his other hand to spread them apart and hold them down. Chenle slaps your clit harshly after you come down from your high, making your hips twitch. 

He grips your tits using the hand that's still wet with your arousal, flicking the bud until your chest starts to tremble and you let out a shaky breath from the tingly sensation. 

He leans down to kiss you once more before tucking his cock back into his pants. You were about to get up and redress yourself, but Chenle stops you. You look at him confused.

“You're staying like this until we get home, baby,” he says with a smirk on his face. 

He grabs one of your hands and places it on your core. Then, Chenle climbs into the driver's seat and adjusts his mirror so he can watch you play with yourself.  

“Just keep that pretty little pussy of yours wet for me.”

a/n: save me basketball player chenle😵‍💫🫠 thank you for reading<3 i hope you like it!

don't fucking interrupt me when i'm reading my x reader fics it's rude

Every Haechan ff on this app absolutely blows me away every time, I need him sb!!!😔

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golden hour | l.mk

“i’ve got a really big problem…”

💿now playing: golden hour by mark

❯ summary: Mark’s got a really big problem; you. The pretty neighbour that shares a bedroom wall with him. You’re a night owl and you’re so loud and are you…listening to his music whilst masturbating…? Fuck now he’s hard. Guess he’s got two really big problems.

❯ pairings: mark x fem!reader

❯ genre: neighbours, smut

❯ words: 2.3k

❯ tags: 18+ minors dni!, masturbation, mark’s a loser for the plot, very explicit details of sexual fantasies, reader uses she/her pronouns and female gendered terms, literally just mark being horny whilst reader gets off to his song.

Mark needs to move out. He doesn’t know how much longer he can take the old run-down building his apartment is located in having no working elevator. If you’d have told him two years ago when he signed his dream music contract with a real record label that he’d be climbing six flights of stairs after a long week of work he’d have called you a liar. But that’s what happens when people aren’t listening to your music. 

Maybe he's overreacting; the building isn’t that terrible. It has its perks—like the pretty view. And it’s usually quiet—well, it was until his lively new neighbor moved in. Mark might have thought of you as a perk when he first saw you, considering you’re exactly his type, so fucking beautiful. But you’re also so fucking loud.

You always seem to have something going on—plans, hobbies, parties, meetings, friends. Mark knows because the walls between you and him are thin, and you’re never quiet, never still. At first, he thought it was kind of cute, but the more he thinks about it, the more he realises he’s been so distracted by how attracted he is to you, he’s been letting your noisy lifestyle slide.

It’s not like he wants to knock on your door and ask you to keep it down; he’s too worried you’d think he’s some kind of loser. Even at twenty-five, he still craves female validation like he’s a high schooler—so he’s been putting up with the sleepless nights. Another reason why he needs to move asap. 

The lack of sleep, combined with the endless stairs, has left Mark drained this past month. He can practically hear his sofa calling his name, can taste the cold bottles of beer that sit in his fridge as he reaches the top step. He may be a tad out of breath and a little sweaty but he’s got the weekend off and that’s all he can think about. But unlike you, Mark’s life is boring. The most exciting thing about his weekend is the idea of not having to climb his complex’s stairs until Monday. 

Meh. He could dwell on the mundane schedule of his life for hours but he gets distracted. Distracted by his pretty little nightmare neighbour. 

You're all dressed up in a tight gold dress that clings to every inch of your body. Your hair falls down your back as you lock your door, tucking the keys into the tiny clutch hanging from your shoulder.

That’s when you notice him too.

“Oh, hey,” you greet him softly, offering a bright and friendly smile. 

Mark returns it, his chest swelling. There's no denying you’re a beautiful girl. And although he’s overheard your phone calls about parties through the thin walls, and the hum of your hair dryer as you get ready for nights out, he’s never actually seen you in anything other than jeans and a t-shirt. He’s never been given the opportunity to see you so dolled up, to notice the little love handles he can all of a sudden imagine himself gripping. He clears his throat and smiles wider.

“Hi Y/N…you look nice!” He compliments kindly, fingers fiddling with his own keys. 

Nice? 

The word replays in his mind. He’s spent endless nights thinking about how beautiful you are and now he’s finally got to feed his craving of seeing you in tight clothes but the only word he can muster up is nice? Oh he hates himself. 

But then he sees you blush at the comment, and he loves the way you purse your lips, trying to hide a shy smile. A part of him is annoyed that you’re blushing over something so simple—he thinks every man should be showering you with compliments, and you should expect more than nice. Still, there’s something about the way you squirm from his words that has his cock throbbing.

He wonders if it’s because you’re attracted to him too. It’s not completely out of the question. You know who he is, of course you do. You see each other in passing a lot but you’ve also spoken on the day you moved in. Mark remembers it like it was yesterday. 

He could hear you panting and cursing in the hall, hauling boxes up and down the stairs before he came out to help. You didn’t recognise him at first, not until he was in your apartment setting boxes down.

That’s when you turned to him with wide eyes and a breathy, “oh wow, aren’t you the dude that sang ‘Golden Hour’?”

Mark started blinking at you like a deer in the headlights. He’d never encountered a fan in person before, he had a small community online, but his music hadn’t exactly been taking off like he planned. So you can imagine his surprise when his new (extremely attractive) neighbour knew one of his songs. 

“Thank you,” your soft voice breaks him from his memory, and moves his focus. “Just a night out with the girls, been a long week,” you sigh. 

He wants to hear all about your long week, wants to be the one to make it better—maybe convince you to skip the girls’ night and spend it with him instead. But he doesn’t. He doesn't even let the thought linger for more than a moment before he’s nervously tapping his key against his thumb.

“Well have fun, and be safe,” he settles on tenderly. 

You nod with a small smile, giving a gentle wave before turning to leave. He watches you until you’ve rounded the corner, only then unlocking his door and kicking off his shoes with a sigh.

Mark grabs a bottle of beer from the kitchen, kicking the fridge door closed behind him. His entire apartment is dark and it reminds him of the loneliness he’s been feeling for the last six months. Mark never really thought about love and relationships before he met you. Sure, he likes to fool around as much as the next person, but he’s always been fine with being on his own. But you remind him of the lonely. 

He’s never longed for love and friendships but a secret part of him craves a woman by his side… craves the woman next door.

He wonders what it’d be like for you to be cuddled into his side as you watch a movie. Wonders if you’d laugh at certain parts and crane your neck up to pepper tender kisses to his soft lips. Mark squeezes his eyes shut and shakes his head, tries to rid the thoughts of you from his mind.

But it’s proven a little more difficult when he moves from the couch to take a shower and the water is running down his tense and naked body. He struggles to not think about you on your knees, touching his thick cock and kissing up his thighs.

He has to swallow back the lump in his throat and blinks away the urge to touch himself to the thought of you. He refuses to be that kind of guy. He’s not that kind of guy. So he gets out the shower and does the only thing he likes doing — music. 

Mark tries out new melodies on his guitar, humming broken lyrics and soft tunes he’ll be sure to show his producer on Monday. After a while he catches sight of the clock on the wall and it’s already a little past midnight. After locking his doors he’s crawling into bed and ready to sleep; but then he hears something. 

A soft giggle muffled from the wall behind his head. 

Mark’s fully aware the two of you share the same wall for your beds, rooms mirroring each other, but he’s never heard this kind of sweet giggle fall from your lips so late at night. He tries not to let the sound affect him, but there’s only one reason why a girl like you could be giggling at this hour after a night out. 

You’ve brought someone home? But Mark can’t hear a man’s voice, not even the slightest grunt or groan of male muttering. He can only hear soft giggling slipping from his favourite pair of lips.

And then he hears a robotic voice announcing that the Bluetooth is successfully connected and he knows he’s about to hear your fuck playlist. The thought sends a thrill through his body and he knows he’s unlikely going to get any sleep tonight.

He’s about to get up, to move to the sofa in the living room, to not be disrespectful and a perv by listening to you getting off, but he hears a familiar hammering of drums and a guitar muffled through the paper-thin walls and his eyes are bulging.

“Give me my A course, ice is so big like a glacier” 

You’re giggling again and he can hear your body fall against the sheets of the bed – the bed that’s very clearly pushed up against the same wall his is. It creaks under your weight, and Mark feels the wall tremble slightly as your bed frame knocks against his wall.

He’s tried so hard not to be that guy, but his hand finds its way in his boxers before he can fully comprehend what he’s doing. He’s rock fucking hard, red and veiny and he takes off his boxers, leaving him sprawled on his back, completely bare.

He hears your soft whimpers, can hear you hum in appreciation even over the buzzing of your vibrator and the thumping of his song. He doesn’t know what’s turning him on more; the fact that he can hear you getting off and moaning out, or that you’re listening to him while trying to cum. 

Either way, his hand is wrapped tight around his thick length, thumbing over his oozing tip. He thinks of how you must be, how you’d look completely whilst naked and sprawled out on the bed for him. Mark imagines himself on top of you, kissing your perky tits he loves to think about and wrapping his lips around your swollen nipples. His mind feels like it can taste you on his tongue, can feel your dainty fingers tugging at his hair as he laps you.

“Oh, shit,” you gasp loud enough for him to hear.  

It makes him imagine your eyes rolling back when he finally fucks himself inside your tight little cunt, he visions the look of ecstasy on your face when your jaw would become completely slack and your body quivers for him. He knows you’d feel him deep in your stomach. He knows he’d be so big for you. 

“Fuck,” he slips out in a desperate pant.

He’s completely breathless, tugging at his dick, spitting down on it to get it all wet for you. He knows you’re so much wetter on the other side of the damn wall, and that he’d rather be sinking into your wet pussy but his spit would have to do. 

He throws his head back in his pillow, eyes shut tight, allowing his mind to work over time. 

“Fuck, Mark… I need it.”

Everything feels surreal, like he’s in his own personal heaven with a touch of hell. You’re crying out for more, for him, begging for it deeper, harder, and he finds himself fucking into his fist just as desperately. Like his soft palm is your silky pussy.

Mark can’t focus on anything other than your sweet fucking cries that sound otherwordly against his song. It makes him think about how much he’d love to record your moans, use them in his next song. But then he’d never be able to release it — because they’re his to hear. 

It’s when the bridge starts that you really let yourself go, filthy fucking moans, the speed of the vibrator increasing, and God he wishes he could watch you right now. See you trembling and begging as the instrumental plays out loud and hard. 

He can’t handle it.

Gruff moans are slipping past his lips and he does nothing to try and conceal them. The muscles in his arm are burning but he fucks his cock harder, imaging what it’d be like to feel his balls slap against your ass as he pounds into you.

He can feel the coil tightening in his stomach, the way his cock starts to twitch. His imagination grows wild and filthy, every single fantasy he’s tried locking away to not be that guy now flooding his mind because you’re that girl. 

That girl that’s using his music to cum. That girl that wants to hear his voice as she gets off. That girl who’s doing it with no shame, no guilt. That girl that’s using him. 

The thought takes Mark’s mind to sinful places. “Take it,” he can hear himself seeth through gritted teeth. He imagines you begging for his cum, taking it like the good fucking girl you are.

“Ugh, fuuckk I’m cumming!” Mark cries out gruffly through strangled moans and he hears your screams follow.

Your bed is creaking louder than before and he knows your thighs have got to be trembling as you cum around your vibrator. Mark’s hand and thighs are covered in thick ribbons of white arousal and when his eyes flutter open, through his blotched vision, he imagines seeing you kneeling between his thighs and licking it up.

He’s completely fucked as he hears his song mellow out and you aren’t moaning anymore. Instead, he can hear  breathless little pants. He stays where he is for a second, eager to see what else he can hear. But there’s nothing — only complete and utter silence.

Mark doesn’t sleep the entire night. He can’t. He’s kept awake with the guilt of listening to his pretty neighbour. Or is it with the thrill of knowing it was his voice that got you off that's making him so restless?