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nct u ♦ let’s play ball (jeno)

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the boy from third period pt.4 : pretty boys

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Was the boy who flipped your life upside down in high school about to do it to you again in college?

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*will be revised later*

Details

Pairing- jeno x reader, a little bit of lucas x reader

Genre- romance, angst, smut (18+ please), slow burn, enemies to lovers

In this chapter

Special appearances- winwin, jaehyun

Warnings- use of words like "slut", drinking

Word count- 2.7k (a longer one :0)

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pt.1 , pt.2, pt.3

It has officially been two weeks since the incident and I haven’t seen him since as well. It’s probably for the best that I haven't seen him because I had no idea how I felt about the situation. I definitely liked it, that’s for sure. Did I want to continue it? Yes, if said person wasn’t my highschool bully… What did it mean? Why did he do it? Why did I like it? Why why why why.

*Ding*

Oh my phone.

I grabbed my phone from my bedside table and opened the message from none other than Lucas, my only real friend. It’s sad really because I haven’t had a single close girl friend while in college. Sure there was my roommate but she was out most days with her girlfriend-- a happy and stable relationship those two. And there’s a high chance that she’s disgusted by my reputation. But I don’t blame her, most people are deterred by it. It’s something that manages to follow me everywhere I go.

My mask has been painted by people I don’t even know. I mean, what can I do? People will conjure anything up so others can lap it up like dogs

If I did a head count of all the “friends” I had, the majority would probably be boys. Half of them are probably just there for sex but either way, I can’t deny that i don’t have many girl friends. And this isn’t a “girls are too dramatic” situation, they just simply avoid me half the time. I would love some more girls in my life if I was actually given the chance.

yukheihei: party @ the frat house 9:30 pm. you comin?

y/n: yeah sure pick up at 9 then?

yukheihei: yeah i can where should i pick her highness?

y/n: oh hushhhhhh

y/n: i’ll wait by the hub yk where that is right?

yukheihei: ofc i do dumbass

y/n: lmao ill see you then <3

This will be my first party since the one where I almost got my teeth punched in and I have definitely lowered my expectations since.

I looked over to the clock which read, “8:43”.

“Fuck!”

I dressed myself in a tiny black silk slip on dress on top of heart patterned tights paired with Doc Martens. To combat the cold and for some modesty I also threw on a simple grey sweatshirt. And with that, I was done. For only 13 minutes, I looked pretty good.

I walked over to the Hub like I said I would be at and waited patiently for Lucas’s car to pull up. Lucas’s car eventually pulled up at around 9:10, a.k.a 7 minutes of coldness. Once his car came to a stop, I rushed to open the passenger door and threw myself in the seat as fast as I could so my legs could start to thaw.

I threw a punch into Lucas’s arm. “Ow! What was that for?” he howled, rubbing his arm.

“That’s what happens when you leave a girl in the cold for over 5 minutes!” I said

“She’s got a point,” a voice from the backseat said. I jerked my head in that direction and there was Winwin, Lucas’s dorm neighbor, just chilling in the middle back seat.

“Oh hey Winwin. I didn’t know you were coming as well” I smiled wearily.

“Ah yeah, I thought might as well you know?” He told me with a shrug. I nodded a ‘gotcha’ at him and he threw me a thumbs up.

Lucas responded to our prior conversation with, “If you didn’t wear such clothes, maybe you wouldn’t be cold.” He started up the car and took off. Ouch, that kinda hurt. Was wanting to look good and feel good regardless of weather, bad? Him and his impulsive mouth I swear would be the death of me eventually.

I gave him another slap on the arm, “I look good and you know it! You’re just too stubborn to admit that I can be attractive”

“The sounds that come from his dorm room beg to differ . . .” Winwin interjected. Lucas left out a bellowing laugh. I felt heat rush up to my face and to the tips of my ears. I couldn’t see myself at the moment but I’m sure no one could see the blush on my cheeks with how red I was.

“Oh my fucking god” I exclaimed.

“Good one Sicheng! If I wasn’t driving I’d dab you up or something,” Lucas said.

“Yukhei! Don’t humor him and just drive” I demanded. Winwin stifled a chuckle with his hand. Although I wasn’t looking over at Lucas, I just know he rolled his eyes. Sometimes, he was the most infuriating little bitch but the only one who stayed by my side so I guess he gets some leeway.

——

Once Lucas parked his car along the road near the frat house, we decided to set some ground rules.

The rules were as followed:

-Let the others know if you decide to go home with someone else or stay later

-If in danger, find Lucas or Winwin immediately (as suggested by Lucas for me)

-No driving under any influence

-Have fun

Okay, simple enough. I can do that, yeah. I don’t know if I can stay away from drinks tonight but I’m sure one of the others can. On second thought, maybe not Lucas. Guess I’ll have to beg Winwin to stay sober tonight or call an Uber.

We all got out of the car and not going to lie, we looked fucking rich. Lucas branded a tank top with a leather jacket over and higher waisted straight cut black jeans with silver accessories. Winwin wore a white turtleneck tucked into pants similar to Lucas’s but faux leather. Though instead of silver like Lucas, he wore gold accessories like a wrist watch and clip-on gold hoops. No, his ears weren’t pierced surprisingly.

The leather and silk combo of the three of us made for an attractive display. And it’s not just me saying this either, heads were turning as we walked in. Lucas in front, me behind him, and Winwin at the end. More eyes were on Lucas than Winwin and I which is not surprising of course.

And although the overall feedback was good, I did hear mentions of me, not good mentions. “Why would she wear silk? Isn’t she just begging for it?” I don’t dress to please anyone but myself.

“You think I can do her tonight?” No.

Great, I already want to leave.

“Hey I’m going to play beer pong with the seniors. That alright with you guys?” Lucas said, interrupting my thoughts.

“Yeah, I’m good with it,” answered Winwin. Lucas’s eyes fell onto me.

“Oh yeah, that’s fine go ahead” I replied.

“Alright, cool,” Lucas smiled gleefully. He clutched the back of my neck, pulled me in, and landed a kiss right at the top of my head, “have fun this time, yeah?”

I nodded with a smile. I looked over to Winwin and he gestured over to the drinks table. We walked with each other to it. He grabbed a cup of what I hope was just cider while I grabbed a can of beer.

Then we went our separate ways.

—-

It was now 10:30 ish I believe. It’s safe to say that I’m drunk. Yes, I'm definitely drunk. I think I may have had 2 or 3 cans of beer? I don’t remember.

Last time I checked, Lucas was still playing drinking games or a game with others and Winwin was dancing on the dance floor with some chick. Which left me to my own devices. I deserved a little attention. No?

Jaehyun planted a kiss on my cheek after I downed another big gulp of alcohol and I giggled. I had my legs swung over his lap and my arms around his shoulders with his one hand around my waist.

Ahhh Jaehyun. Jeong Jaehyun. Such a pretty man. Disgustingly pretty actually. Prettier than half of the girls I've seen! I’ve seen him at enough parties to consider him a friend. He’s always been so kind and gentle with me that I know I can trust him in such a wasted state. He wouldn’t try anything funky, nothing I couldn’t say no to. Jaehyun wasn’t a dick like half the people at this party, he’s just here to have a good time.

“You got a ride home princess?” Jaehyun asked me.

“Me? Oh yeah I have Yukhei heh heh,” I answered as best as I could.

“I’m pretty sure Lucas is drunk as well and that isn’t safe. Anyone else?”

He’s right. Lucas was 100% sloshed and the type to speed 20 over the speed limit when he was drunk, which is definitely a no-go. “There’s Winwin I guess but I think he’s with a girl” I answered again, slurring the last word.

Jaehyun rubbed my back and head with his hands. It kinda reminded me of my mom. “Well if you need a ride, I only had a half of can or so but you know I can hold my alcohol well,” He finished with a chuckle.

“Yeahhhh, I have yet to get you drunk enough to spill that you’re an axe murderer hah haaa”

We laughed together. I laughed into his chest and he laughed into my hair.

“Okay Jae, I’ll take her from here” a voice said. It definitely wasn’t Jaehyun’s because he’s ‘Jae’. Not Lucas’s loud and goofy voice or Winwin’s silky, pretty one. This voice was low and creamy.

I lifted my head from Jaehyun's chest and looked to the person who casted a shadow onto us.

“Jeno,” I whispered.

“Yes, I’m Jeno and you’re drunk,” he said tilting his head as he observed the state I was in.

I let myself fall back into Jaehyun’s chest. “No, go away” I groaned, turning my head away from him and flinging my hand around, “shoo.”

Why was he here? Did he come here just to find me? Is he going to continue his highschool ways now that he knows we go to the same college? No, no calm down Y/N. He wouldn’t do such immature things now that we’re both adults. He probably just happened to find me here. Yeah, yeah.

“You heard the girl Jeno,” Jaehyun said backing me up, “go away”. Jeahyun gave him a sweet, mocking smile and gave my back another rub.

“Look, there’s something I’ve been meaning to discuss with her. Seriously.”

“Lee Jeno, that is exactly what they all say and they never do her any goo-”

I pulled his face to mine with my hands and landed my lips onto his. He kissed me back without question, pulling me onto his lap by my waist.

If I heard right, Jeno had let out a grunt, an annoyed one.

Just to push him further, I started grinding my hips back and forth over Jaehyun’s. His grip on my waist tightened but was immediately replaced by a more forceful and painful one.

Jeno had pulled me off of Jaehyun’s lap and was dragging me outside by the waist

“Let go of meeeahhh”

“Drunk or not, we have to talk.” Being too drunk to fight, I leaned into him.

Jeno pushed past the dozens of people dancing on the dance floor and unexpectedly, one of the dancer’s hands landed on his right shoulder.

“What are you doing with her?” A pretty voice asked Jeno.

“Don’t worry Winwin, if she isn’t back within like 15 minutes, you can beat me up all you want”

“It’s fine Winwin,” I murmured, waving my hand in where I thought the voice to be coming from.

When nothing else was said in response, Jeno and I walked the rest of the way out of the house and sat down on the porch.

I leaned back on the bench and pulled my jacket around me. I fought the strong urge to fall asleep right there on me.

Jeno says, “Don’t fall asleep on me quite yet please,” like he was reading my thoughts.

“You want to talk about highschool? Ya?” I murmured.

“Straight to the point I see,” Jeno waited for a second before speaking again, “you’re right though. I want to talk about highschool”

By now, I have sobered up a little. Still tired and slow but sober enough to cohesively respond. “Go on”

“So, um. First and foremost, I’m sorry. I was young and angry and I took it out on you”

I let out a laugh. “Can you like, tell me something I don’t already know?”

“Right, yeah. I don’t know if you can forgive me anytime soon-“

“Forgive you? Jeno, you threw me against lockers, spread the most nastiest rumors about me, and said the most vulgar things to me. Like how I was a-“

Jeno cut me off as well, “Yeah, yeah I know, you don’t have to tell me that…”

“I don’t know how you expect me to forgive you. I mean look at me! I’ve become trashy because of you! I go to parties all the time, I’m in someone’s dorm room every other day, and, and.” I couldn’t finish. I knew fully well of my habits yet it was still embarrassing to admit them aloud.

“That isn’t true Y/N and you know that. I know you’re on a scholarship, that’s gotta mean something?” How did he know that?

“Oh pssshhh, like anyone cares about that. People don’t look at me and think, ‘wow that girl must be something! She’s on a scholarship!’. That just isn’t something people consider.”

“Well, that’s not what I think…” He whispered, barely audible.

I looked at him and he was already looking at me.

When was the last time I looked at him, like really looked at him? His hair was a dark, natural black while his hair in the past was a platinum blonde. His eyes appeared softer but still held the same dullness. And his lips, his lips curved a serious line as we stared at each other.

I narrowed my eyes and whispered, “Then why?”

“Why?”

“Why did you treat me the way that you did?”

“I- I can’t tell you that. It’s not easy”

It’s not easy? That’s rich.

I started to slur as I spoke, “Then why are you here after all these years?”

“Because I regret my actions”

“Why did you do your actions? Why did you leave? Why did you come back? Why did you kiss me? And why did I li-“

The front door of the house slammed open. Winwin walked out and leaned against the frame looking at us. “Times up”

Sounds started to mix together and everything started to blur. God, I’m so tired. This is too much.

“Oh hey, Winwin”

“Hey Y/N”

“Where’s Yukhei?”

“He’s coming soon and we’re leaving,” Winwin said sternly, then glanced at Jeno, “that means you have to leave”

“Mmmm” I groaned. The slur of music and voices finally lulled me to sleep.

*This portion will be told in third person for story telling purposes*

Jeno reached over to catch Y/N’s head in his hand.

“Have you drank at all?” Jeno asked Winwin as he sat next to Y/N and rested her head on his shoulder.

“No, I have not,” Winwin narrowed his eyes at the sight, “and you might not want to do that.”

“Do what?” Jeno jerked his head to the left. Winwin twirled his finger to where Y/N’s head laid on Jeno’s shoulder. “Why?”

“Yukhei may or may not be pleased.”

“Oh yeah, Lucas. Why would he be mad? It’s not like they’re dating…”

Silence

“They aren’t, right?” Jeno asked nervously

Winwin crossed his arms, “that’s not something I can answer for you unfortunately.”

Jeno stopped for a moment, deep in thought. His lips pulled thin.

Winwin broke the silence. “I’ll take her and save you the confusion.” Winwin walked towards the two and looped his arms under Y/N’s legs and back.

“Yeah, seeya…” Jeno said and waved at them.

“Bye” Winwin replied flatly and made his way down the porch stairs and to Lucas’s car parked along the sidewalk. He kicked up his leg to support Y/N’s back as he released his grip on her back to open the back car door. He placed her down across the back seat and sat himself in the front seat.

Winwin sent Lucas a text.

Winwin: Lucas let’s fucking go, Y/N hella wasted.

yukheight: Ahj ill be oit in a sexond

Winwin: Lol sex

#jeno imagines #jeno smut #jeno fanfic #lucas smut #nct lucas #nct fluff #nct smut #nct dream #wayv #wayv smut #jaemin smut #nct fanfic #nct angst #nct college au #nct jaehyun #nct winwin

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FANFIC WRITERS HELP

As I continue my "the boy from third period" series (hopefully I continue) i'm going to need a shorter way of linking each part in the next part, yk?

Please someone show me how to title links please im begging

(p.s im a third of a way done w pt.4 of the series already, get ready!)

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winwin debut in part 4!! (the boy from third period)

#nct college au #nct #nct smut #nct jeno #nct lucas #nct angst

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the boy from third period pt.3 : denim blue

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Was the boy who flipped your life upside down in high school about to do it to you again in college?

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pt1 pt2

“Don’t you fucking understand?!” Jeno screamed at me. Oh his screaming, his loud loud screaming. Far and quiet enough where it couldn’t be heard by classes but loud enough to deliver its purpose. It seemed like it would just never stop. I could hardly remember anything else that was said to me other than his insults. He gave me a harsh push on the shoulder, basically launching my body into the lockers. My things tumbled from my arms including the spider plant baby I got from my biology teacher’s plant. “Are you even listening to me?” I looked up from the ground into his eyes. Jeno's eyes were dark and dull, devoid of all happiness it seems. I looked at his left eye, then right, then left, hoping to find a little mercy behind those eyes. I narrowed my own eyes as if that would help me figure out this puzzle. “Are you happy?” I blurted out too fast for me to comprehend. I slapped my hand to my mouth and mumbled “I’m sorry. I’m sorry” over and over again. Tears formed in my eyes as I thought, ‘What the fuck did I just say?” “Happy? Of course I'm happy,” He said, his eyes peering down at me in pure anger. He continued, “I'm happy because I know your life isn't nearly half as good as mine. Actually, the joy I get from those glassy eyes of yours isn’t anywhere near to any other joy I’ve experienced before. It thrills me really. How could a person be so weak from just a few pushes and teases? You’re just like a kid” And there it was, the well of water that was pooling at my bottom lash finally dropped onto my cheek. And when it did, Jeno gave me one last scowl before he gave me another shove and left without another word. ‘Why am I so weak?’

And here I was, staring down at the denim jacket that Jeno branded at the fiasco of the party. The collar of it was still stained with the blood from my nose. I tried to wash it off, I did, but now matter how much soap or scrubbing I did, it wouldn’t relent.

Wait.

Why would that even matter though? Chances are he either forgot about the jacket or doesn’t want it anymore since it’s been tainted by the scent of a slut. If it weren’t for my conscience I probably would’ve doused it with glitter or at least returned it with the blood still very clear on the collar. But it would’ve been utterly embarrassing if he somehow had forgotten about our past and wondered why this random college girl glitter bombed his jacket he so kindly gave up.

No, wait. He definitely remembered me. I remember he said my name when he bumped into me and that’s when it all came flooding back. So he had to have at least remembered the bare minimum; his relentless harassing. God, how could I forget such little details like that.

Ugh, I’ll deal with this later. I have to get to class

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I attended all my classes for the day and through it all, the jacket was still thrown over my arm, as if it was an accessory. I don’t even know why I brought it with me when I don’t even know which classes Jeno had or if he even went to the damn college!

I leaned my back against the nearest building as other students were rushing to their next location in front of me. I rubbed my temples harshly, “ahhh! I don’t know what to do!”. Shit, that was too loud. I looked up and people were looking at me as they passed out of concern.

“What’s wrong?” A low voice said beside me. I looked over and there was Lucas. I looked down at the jacket and back to the people walking past us. All their steps were slowed by a second and their attention was torn away from the ground and onto us, or more so Lucas this time. It was hard to deny that Lucas was attractive; he’s got that puppy look face people swoon for and a tall figure that every person dreams of.

“Oh um, nothing. How’d you find me?” I asked

“You texted me asking if we could eat at the cafe together?”

“Ah, that’s right I did…”

“You good?”

“I-“

“Is that Jeno’s jacket? You still have it?” He interrupted me.

“Yes! Yeah, I do. I don’t know why I’m cradling it like a baby or care enough to return it. I mean, why should I? He did save me from that asshole but that doesn’t excuse how much of a dick he was in highschool! Right?” I blabbered, my hands flying through the air.

“Woah woah. Okay, let’s take a step back. You’re returning it because you’re a good and decent human being. Yeah?” I nodded and he continued, “I actually have some classes with him so I’ll give it to him for you”

My jaw dropped.

“You have classes with him?!” I flung my arms to my side accusingly. Don’t worry, I still had the jacket clutched in my fingers.

“Yeahhhhh” he winced at my reaction

“And why didn’t you tell me? You know what happened between us!”

“And that’s exactly why I didn’t tell you. I had no idea how you would react or it was too sensitive to bring up casually!” His voice started to raise and heads started to turn, not out of admiration but genuine concern.

I narrowed my eyes at the passing people

“I’m not doing this with you, okay? I’m sorry! Okay?” I surrendered.

“Just give me the damn jacket since you seem to be obsessively worrying over this piece of cloth” he demanded with his hand displayed in front of him, palm up gesturing towards Jeno’s jacket.

“And you’re still giving me attitude okay. I’ll do it myself so tell me where I can find him. That can be your apology for hiding this from me,” I compromised.

“Fine”

—-

Lucas provided me with a list of resources such as the classes he had with him, his close friends, and the dorm he was at. It always impressed me, Lucas’s way of getting around and collecting info like second nature. Charming man.

After talking to a few people at the dorm, I found myself standing outside his dorm door, my knuckles a few inches away from knocking.

God maybe I shouldn’t do this. I haven’t prepared myself if he wants to talk about the past or something.

To delay the exchange even further I looked around the hall taking in the bulletin boards and name tags that decorated the walls and doors. On Jeno’s door was a blank, boring name tag that said, “Lee Jeno”. By the looks of it, he had a dorm all to himself. Lucky.

On the walls, the bulletins had various volunteer opportunities and college clubs posted onto it. There was also a registration of all the residents along with the dorm RA’s listed at the top: “Girls Floor RAs: Kim Da-hyun, Hwang Yeji. Boys Floor RAs: Mark Lee, Na Jaemin”

Oh Dahyun’s there. Cool.

“Can I help you?”

I jumped back into reality and was staring at the Lee Jeno eye to eye.

“I… um. Your jacket” I raised the denim jacket to him, “B-by the way, there might be blood stains on it from the other night, I’m sorry.” God why did I stutter.

Jeno reached out and took it delicately into his lanky fingers.

“Oh that’s fine, thank you”

“Yup! No problem!” I exclaimed giving a quick bow. I started to make my way down the hall until I felt a hand grip around my arm. I looked back

“Can we talk?” Jeno asked me. He had his right hand resting on the door frame and his left gripped around my wrist. His hands were always so pretty. His eyes were completely on me.

“Sorry, I-“ I started, looking down until I felt his grip tighten around my wrist, “sure”

And with that Jeno led me into his dorm room and gestured for me to sit as he closed the door. I awkwardly sat myself on the edge of his bed, knees together, and hands fidgeting with each other on top of my lap. He pulled his desk chair so it was in front of me and sat down.

He started, “are you okay?” My eyes widen at the absurd question. “I mean from like, after the party and the assaulter?”

Of course he was asking about that. I’m stupid to think he was asking in general, asking if I was okay after all these years. “Oh yeah, I got home safe with Yukhei so I’m fine…”

“That’s good.” He too had his fingers tangled with each other nervously. “Ever since I saw you again I’ve been wanting to talk abou-“

I darted up from his bed and made my way towards the door. “I’m sorry but I'm not here to talk about that”.

It seems like today’s filled with twists and turns because now I was being pinned against Jeno’s dorm door by Jeno. Both his hands were on each of my shoulders, keeping me against the door, just like in the old days.

“Please, just let me say what I have to say. Please,” he pleaded with me even though he had me in a position where I couldn’t say no.

I brought my hands to his fingers that were gripped on my shoulder, trying to pry them off. He maneuvered his hands from under my hands to over them and pinned them below me against the door. Now he was pressed closer to me enough for me to smell the detergent off his clothes.

“I don’t know what you have to say and I don’t really want to hear it. I don’t know if it’ll be an apology for all the shitty years I’ve lived because of you or if it’ll just be another insult to add to the laundry list. An insult making fun of how many people I’ve kissed and fucked ever since you ruined me, “ I snarled.

He scowled at me. The expression hasn’t changed a bit. He analyzed my eyes, searching for something, I don’t know what. If I’m not mistaken, he looked a little hurt.

And suddenly, Jeno had his lips pressed against mine. His lips ravaged mine like they hadn’t been kissed once. He brought his hands off of mine and onto my waist pulling me closer to him.

What

The

Fuck

is happening??

I don’t know what drove me to do it but I found myself kissing Lee Jeno back. His tongue poked at my lower lip desperately, basically begging to be let in, and I let him. Our tongues melted together effortlessly. He brought one of his hands to my cheek and the other one ran down to rest on top of my ass.

I was clearly lost in the moment because I wrapped my arms around his neck. That must’ve been his cue to hoist me up with his hands under my bum and my legs around his waist. I could’ve sworn I felt something rub against my upper thigh but I was too hot with feelings to confirm. He brought his head down into my neck, attacking it.

The moment I let out a god forsaken moan, I knew whatever was happening wasn’t right.

I brought my legs down and gently pulled his face away with my hands. He pulled away politely without missing a beat.

“This isn’t right” I said bringing my hand down on the handle, letting myself out. I rushed down the hall.

Fuck

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the boy from third period pt.2 : hope?

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Was the boy who flipped your life upside down in high school about to do it to you again in college?

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*will be revised later*

Details

Pairing+additional characters- jeno x reader, a little bit of lucas x reader + nct members thrown in here and there

Genre- romance, angst, smut (18+ please), slow burn, enemy to lovers

In this chapter

Special appearances- Dahyun (twice)

Warnings- mentions of S/A, use of words like "slut", smut, smoking

Word count- 1.6k

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pt1: https://2centlove.tumblr.com/post/654701800681816064/the-boy-from-third-period

The next time I was in class, all I could hear was, “Did you hear what happened at Trevor’s party Saturday?”, “Was that the slut from the party?” and “Who was the guy that K.O ed John?”.

They always talked crap either through their screen, off to the side of me, or to their friends privately— but never to my face. Why is that? Don’t parents tell their kids, “if you don’t have anything nice to say don’t say it all” or “if you can’t say it to their face, should you be saying it at all?”. And why was I the one facing the shame of it all when I didn’t even fuck the guy? I guess it’s just easier to shit on people when you don’t face the consequences

At the end of class, a girl came speed walking to where I sat in the room. I’d be lying if that didn’t scare me a little. However, she was cute, pretty, and pure looking. She looked like the type of girl who’d run for class president in her high-school years and inevitably end up winning.

“Sooooooo… I heard you got in some trouble with that asshole senior?” She asked me eagerly, leaning in a little too close for comfort. I gathered my notebooks and textbooks into a neat stack in front of me.

“Uh, yeah that was me,” I said, giving her nothing less and nothing more. I’d prefer that the rumors would be kept to a minimum. No matter what truth I spoke, someone would find a way to twist it into a big, fat lie to share with everyone.

“I knew it! So what happened? I’m Dahyun by the way, Kim Dahyun.”

“Why do you want to know?” I asked. People tend to waver at this question and say “never mind” but not her.

“Because I know some other girls who have had issues with him and I really think he should get punished for it,” she said with no hesitation, her face not so joyful anymore.

I stopped for a moment, contemplating on how I would go about this. Do I even want to take this to a more serious level? Would it be worth it?

“You said your name was what? Dahyun?” I asked, to which she responded with an eager nod.

“Look, I really appreciate the offer and you sharing the same sentiment but I’m on a scholarship plan and really can’t risk going into something so deep.” I explained while I stuffed my laptop and all my school materials in their respective compartments in my book bag. I stood up and hoisted it over and onto my back.

“I had a feeling you’d say that. Which is why I ha-”

“Bye,” I stopped her short and made a beeline to the door.

“Wait! Y/N!”

What were you going to say Dahyun? That you had this excellent, well-thought out plan that wouldn’t cost me my college career? Ha. Wouldn’t that be a funny joke? It was definitely rude of me to both cut her off and leave her in the dust but I couldn’t help it. The way her eyes smiled when she smiled, the way her eyes sparkled not with disdain towards me but kindness for me. She was looking at me. Not the slut from the party or the girl someone’s boyfriend cheated with. Me.

Her sweet and disgustingly pure face made me feel something I haven’t felt for awhile. Hope. But I couldn’t have that. I didn’t want to deal with more half promises that just left me disappointed in the end.

I left the building as quickly as I could to avoid hearing anymore of people’s bullshit. Lucas timely met me outside as I was walking out as he usually does in the afternoon once both our classes were over. We walked together in content silence until he asked, “Wanna hit a joint back at my dorm”

“Y’know Lucas, I could use that today” I answered with little to no thought.

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We were back at his dorm room doing exactly what we planned on doing, smoking. I don’t exactly remember the last time I smoked but it felt like it had been ages since I did.

Lucas and I lazily leaned against each other with our backs leaning against his bed. I had my head molded almost perfectly into the curve of his neck, his arm around me as we passed the blunt between us.

It only took a couple of drags for the feeling to set in. And man did I feel incredible. Maybe I was feeling unfulfilled from yesterday’s failed hookup or Lucas was looking particularly handsome in this setting. Either way, I needed him.

“When is your roommate coming back?” I asked.

It seems like I pulled Lucas out from his own trance since when I spoke, his body jumped against mine.

“Wh- Huh? What neighbor?” He said dumbfound.

“No no, your roommate… Xiao… XiaoJie? Junjae?”

“Oh! Xiaojun? Yeah, um…? He’s out of town until tomorrow. Why?”

I didn’t answer him. Did I need to? Before either of us knew it, I was straddling him with my arms loosely around his shoulders.

“Oh this is why?” He smirked while his gaze was stuck on my lips. I leaned forward and kissed him.

“Oh shut up Lucas” I sighed against his lips. Our lips danced together perfectly as if the kiss was choreographed before hand. He slipped his tongue into my mouth naturally and I did the same. If our mouths were dancers at a competition, we’d earned a perfect score and bonus points for whatever our tongues were doing. His large hands gripped my waist, pulling me closer to him.

It wasn’t long until I found myself grinding against his growing erection. I dragged my hands along his shoulders, down his chest, and under his shirt fervently. On cue, he broke up the kiss to take off his shirt and mine leaving us in our pants and undergarments. He gave me one last kiss on the lips before he trailed kisses down my neck and onto my breasts which he, at some point, exposed. I hug his head to my chest, enjoying the feeling of his tongue lubricating every itch of my chest and rewarding him with soft moans.

We continued to absentmindedly grind against each other until I decided to take off my pants to allow him easier access. Once my jeans and panties were thrown somewhere else, hopefully not on his roommate's side, I guided his hand down to my heat. Lucas drags his finger across my slit, my juices dripping onto his hand.

“Damn, you’re fucking wet” He comments

“It’s the weed”

Without any warning, he slips two fingers into my hole nearly sending me to my first climax. I let out a wicked moan that could have probably been heard by his neighbors. He pumps his fingers in and out, quickly inching me towards my relief. I felt bad that I was the only one being pleased so I slipped my hands down his sweatpants and boxers. He was big, that was for sure. I messily stroked up and down his cock with no direction at all as I was nearing my climax.

He quickened his pace and just like that, I felt a pop within me and I was a moaning mess against him. This orgasm felt like no other orgasm I’ve had. It was probably the weed that heightened the pleasure. Man, I should have more high sex. Lucas replaced my hand on his dick with his own, letting me come down from my climax.

I lifted myself up from his shoulders and gave him a suffocating, prolonged kiss. “Put it in me, I need it” I begged him.

“Put what in where, huh?” He gripped my hips to prevent me from grinding my core against his.

“Please”

“Tell me baby”

“Put your dick in me Lucas.” I demanded

“If you say so” Lucas gleamed at my easy defeat. I felt his tip probe at my entrance and in one swift motion, I dropped down and took him all in. I don’t remember if I climaxed from just him stretching me, but I think I did.

Lucas’s grip on my hip and waist was deadly but honestly, it only added to the pleasure I was feeling from bouncing up and down his big dick. My bouncing, and his thrusting upward put together was nearly sending me beyond euphoria. I leaned my head into his neck, biting down, and gripping his bed sheets behind him. The sounds of kissing, slapping, and moaning filled the room and maybe the whole dorm.

I could tell Lucas was also reaching his climax because his grunting and rhythm became fast and sporadic. He gripped my ass and lifted off his lap onto his bed where he continued to nail into me at an unbearably fast pace. My tight walls from my nearing orgasm aided him in his own and we released together harmoniously.

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Lucas was now asleep with his arm across my naked chest. We laid solemnly in his bed. Remnants of the weed was still in my body but I was basically back to being sober. I turn my head and gaze at the beautiful man whose face must’ve been personally sculpted by God himself. His dark locks all tussled from my hands gripping and pulling at them.

Do I regret sleeping with him while not sober? No. This is not the first time we found ourselves in each other's bed in the mornings. We have what people would call a “friends-with-benefit” relationship. I am content with it, he’s content with it, what’s so wrong about it? It’s nice having a relationship without commitment or feelings.

Actually, I came back to his dorm room after the party as well. Not to have sex, just to have the comfort of someone else by me. Which reminded me of the jacket that I accidentally left last night in Lucas’s dorm. Jeno’s jacket. I haven't even thought about returning yet. I didn’t want to face him again nor did I know about his whereabouts. Now that I’m thinking about it, why didn’t I return it before I left last? It hung off the dresser door, staring at me, taunting me.

It’s begging to be returned but when? Why?

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Cute friendship(^o^)😁

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threatened trio (feat. insoles) lucas, yuqi & kun | KR s9e5

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IT3D - Teaser

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: college students!WayV x Chinese fem!reader (will have alternate endings for each member)

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: college au, non-idol au

𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: 18+ (Do not interact if you are under 18)

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: heavy cursing (censored), mentions of sex, nudity, love octogon, foreign humor, overbearing parents

𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐞: July 16, 2021

"Oh my God I can't believe I got such a d!ck as a partner." You rolled your eyes with arms crossed over your chest

"Hey! It takes two to d!ck!" Yangyang argues back. You stared at the boy in disgust and dismay.

"What the f.uck!?"

Both of you suddenly broke down laughing, your huddled classmates peeking at you with judgemental stares.

Yangyang calmed down and spoke more comfortably with you, "Thanks for the boba by the way. I drank it deliciously.. before I dropped it because I crashed again."

"That's what you get for being a pr!ck to me." You scoffed.

"Oh baby that wasn't being a pr!ck. That was simply getting you warmed up to want me." He tapped your chin to bop your head back while giving a creepy stare.

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"You're a f.ucking crazy person."

"Like it or not, Mulan, you're stuck with me for an entire semester." He stuck his tongue out at you.

Majors + short description of characters:

YOU

Birthplace Hong Kong

Major PreMed

Hobby Dance

KUN QIAN

Birthplace Fujian, China

Major Biology

Hobby Music production

CHITTAPHON “TEN” LEECHAIYAPORNKUL

Birthplace Bangkok, Thailand

Major Psychology

Hobby Dance

SICHENG “WINWIN” DONG

Birthplace Wenzhou, China

Major PreMed

Hobby Dance, Theatre

XUXI “LUCAS” WONG

Birthplace Hong Kong

Major Animal Science

Hobby Petting dogs

DEJUN "XIAOJUN" XIAO

Birthplace Guangdong, China

Major Forensic Science

Hobby Singing

GUANHENG “HENDERY” HUANG

Birthplace Macau

Major Aeronautical Engineering

Hobby Playing video games

YANGYANG LIU

Birthplace Taipei, Taiwan

Major Video Game Design

Hobby Foreign languages

Coming soon…

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Jeno — Hello Future (210702)

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the boy from third period: highschool reunion

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Was the boy who flipped your life upside down in high school about to do it to you again in college?

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Details

Pairing+additional characters- jeno x reader, a little bit of lucas x reader + nct members thrown in here and there

Genre- romance, angst, smut (18+ please), slow burn, enemy to lovers

In this chapter

Special appearances- none

Warnings- partying, assault, blood, suggestive

Word count- 2.0k

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His hands were wrapped tightly around the back of my thigh, his fingers surely bruising the area around them. I had my arms wrapped around his shoulders tugging at the neck of his shirt loosely with my hand and my legs around his waist crossed at the ankle. He brought me off the door that I was pressed against and took his one hand from under me to grab the handle of the door. I blankly stared at the wall across from me as he fumbled for the handle awkwardly.

The wall was painted white but in this setting it was flashing colors of red, pink, blue, purple, and other colors I can't quite remember. On it, there were paintings of flowers and fields framed in black and below it was a long hall table with a clear vase on it. Nothing in it, just a clear vase.

What was I doing? Oh, yeah I was at a party, a minute from getting laid from some dude I don’t know. At this point, I was now in the room he struggled so hard to get into. My back is yet again pressed against the wall. He’s face is dipped down in the curve of my neck sucking and licking it. My legs were still around him with my thighs tightly pressed against his sides because his grip around me was growing weak. My hands were placed on top of each other on the back of his neck while he was having a feast out of my neck.

I didn’t feel… right. Not that I felt violated or anything, I was the one who seduced him and suggested this in the first place. I guess just wasn’t feeling horny tonight or that he was just trash at sex.

I brought my legs down from around him and practically pried him off my neck. His hands were still on my hips as he looked at me confused, like he couldn’t possibly fathom why I stopped.

“What the hell?” He asked, his brows forming lines between them.

“Get off of my please,” I ask politely, lightly pushing my hands against his chest hoping he would move. He did, kinda. He brought his hands down to his sides but didn't move an inch away from me.

“Wait- what? I don’t understand?” He exclaimed, squeezing his eyes shut with his fingers pinched around the bridge of his nose.

“What don’t you understand? I wasn’t moaning, I wasn’t reacting”

“But you’re the one who was grinding on me out there? YOU were the one who kissed me first”

“And I wasn’t into what you were giving me, there that’s all you need to know,” I finalized brushing past him even going out of my way to bump my shoulder with his. I was in and out of the door before he could retort anything back to me. I quickly stepped down the stairs, adjusting my dress from its hiked up position. Once done with the first flight of stairs, I heard a crash of glass and a slam from a door above me.

Was it him? Was he mad that I rejected him? I turned my head to look behind me and yeah, he was definitely mad. I saw him push past the people coming out of the bathrooms and rooms hearing them say, “what the fuck man?” and “what’s your issue?”. I didn’t wait much longer to see what would happen to me if I stayed. I rushed down the rest of the stairs and looked around to see where I could go. I found the largest crowd of people and began to push myself in and submerge myself.

I had hoped he wouldn’t find me considering everyone at this party was wearing just as skimpy clothes as I am. But I head a hollar in the distance, he called out, “WHERE THE FUCK IS THAT BITCH?”

Everyone turned to where the voice came from and turned to each other wondering who this “bitch” was. I wasted no time trying to conceal myself even more. But trying to get by seemed a lot harder than it was just a second ago with all the commotion he was stirring up. The gossiping and screaming started to blur together, all I heard was a ringing that was shooting through my ears. I was frantically pushing and being pushed by those around me hearing the exact same words he was hearing, “what’s your issue?”.

I don’t know why this situation had to escalate as much as it did but it did and there’s nothing I could do to change it. Maybe I could’ve just let him continue and fake some moans here and there so he could tell everyone later that he “fucked y/n y/l/n so good last night” and that “she was moaning like crazy”. Save him some dignity. That probably would’ve been better than experiencing the wrath of a humiliated, stuck up man. Yeah… it would’ve. It wouldn’t have be the first time either.

I was unofficially nominated as “the slut of the year” even though I don’t even sleep around that much, no shame to those who do though. It's weird really, almost sexist. The moment a girl starts being confident in herself and shows some skin, she is deemed a whore. And the moment a guy or whoever gets even close to having a chance with her, he’s hollering to “the boys” about how he “stuck it in her” and she “let him”. Well, that’s kinda how it is for me. Life right now is kinda unfair if you’d like to call it that.

I was pulled out of my drunken daze the moment I collided face first with the body in front of me. I pushed myself off their chest and felt warm liquid drip onto my lips. I gave my lips a quick wipe and although I couldn’t quite decipher the color of the liquid due to the red lighting, I could tell it was blood once it seeped past my lips onto my tongue. The salty blood kept flowing down my face and off my jaw onto my perfectly white dress. But right now was not the time to be worrying about my dress. What I needed to do was quickly apologize to the person and get out of there.

“Oh shit, you’re bleeding are you ok-” the person cut off their own sentence once they met eyes with me. “Y/n?”

The person was none other than Lee Jeno, a guy from my highschool, my bully. He spent his freshmen, sophomore, and junior year harassing me commenting about my looks, hobbies, and basically everything and anything. And in senior year, he disappeared without a trace. His name on the attendance, gone. His house, sold. His name was only spoken here and there throughout that year. But just because he was gone did not mean his affects on me had ended. Those three years of harassment ruined me. I changed from when I was a freshman, that’s for sure. When I was a freshman, I cared about my grades, showed little care for my looks, and enjoyed what I wanted, not interested in romance or sex or anything. But that is exactly why I got bullied in the first place, for being my authentic self. Senior year was when most things changed for me. I horribly resented Jeno for consistently bullying me and leaving without a single apology said to me and it had an overwhelming affect on my lifestyle. I forced myself to be “pretty” and daring and bold so no one could ever find another reason to bully me again.

I hadn’t heard about him at all once I entered college and now here was, in front of me, at this college party. I just had to meet him in the worst situation possible too. Just my luck, right?

“I- uh-” I stuttered, unable to find the right words to describe the mixed feelings I was having. I didn’t need to either when I heard the other guy yell, “Y/N, you BITCH!” from just across the room. I turned to Jeno seeing he was wearing a denim jacket, the closest thing to a disguise I could think of.

I started to frantically pull at the sleeve and collar of the jacket. “You need to give this to me! Hurry!”. It seemed like he was able to put the bare minimum together and without asking me any questions, quickly shrugged off the jacket and handed it to me. I hurriedly slipped my one arm through the sleeve and was ready to do the same for the other until I felt a pull at the collar. Before I knew it, I was being yanked forward. The feeling of denim burning against my neck was unforgettable.

Everything was happening too fast. Too fast for anyone to completely comprehend, even I couldn't process it and I was the one in it. He had his hands gripped on both sides of the collars pulling my face close before letting his right hand go only to raise it above his head in a fist.

Is this the part where I should clench my teeth and hope none of them fall out? I can cover the bruises with makeup. It'll be fine. You're fine y/n. Just breath.

I had closed my eyes in hopes the punch would go by faster but the punch never arrived. Actually, the grip on Jeno’s jacket collar ceased to exist. But I did hear gasps and “oooo”s all around me. When I eventually built up the courage to open my eyes, what I saw was… new.

The guy I rejected layed face first on the ground with his legs awkwardly bent to the idea and his arms limp beside him. There was a small pool of blood from his nose and mouth. Once I looked up to see who the perpetrator was, I saw Lee Jeno there. His feet on either side of the man, knees slightly bent. His back was hunched over and his hand clenched in a tight fist. I’m pretty sure there was some bruising on his knuckles accompanied by scabs as well. Jeno bent down and took the man's shoulder into his hand, pulling him from off the ground and dropping him so he was completely on his back. Once he saw that he was completely knocked out he stepped off of him and looked towards me.

“You okay?” he asked, reaching out to touch my shoulder.

I brushed my hand against his pushing it downward, rejecting his advance. “Yeah. I’m fine, thanks.”

We awkwardly stood there by each other not knowing what to say. I then, felt a large warm hand fall onto my left shoulder and a man to my right. “Hey! I heard what happened with John, you good?” My good friend, Lucas, asked me. I looked behind and up at the tall friend of mine flashing him a small but genuine smile.

“Oh fuckkkkk, maybe you aren’t. What’s that from” He questioned gesturing at the now dried blood that covered my lips and chin.

“Oh! This?” I responded, looking down at my dress that was speckled with blood here and there. I pulled at the body con to inspect the damage. “Nothing, just ran into a wall.”

“Oh, okay… Wanna head out now?” Lucas asked.

“Huh? Oh, y eah, yes, definitely. ”

Lucas started to walk me away from the scene with his arm still wrapped around me giving my shoulder and back a few rubs. I looked back to Jeno. He’s still standing there watching me as I left. It looked like the people around us still had not recovered from the scene that had just played out in front of them. They debated whether or not to carry the body to a nearby couch, have one of his friends drive him home, or just leave him there.

Before I was too far to register anything I could see him say something in my direction. What was it though? Could he have possibly been finally apologizing for high school or making a snarky remark about the slut I’ve become? Who knows, I don’t.

Lucas drove me back to my dorm that night and all I could think about was, Man, I really liked that vase. Why'd he have to go and break it?

Just kidding, that was a joke. But really? Why break a vase that hasn’t even been properly put to use?

#nct fanfic #nct jeno #nct lucas #nct angst #nct smut #nct college au #nct dream #wayv #nct

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New story idea?

I’m think of making this a lucas x reader or jeno x reader fanfic? Let me know which is more fitting.

Here are some details

-highschool enemies to college lovers

-18+ angst, smut

-partying, drugs what not

-bully!jeno/lucas/(whoever fits better) and i guess broken!reader??

Im hoping to make this a multiple part series, PLEASE GIVE ME FEEDBACK <333333

#nct dream #nct smut #nct angst #nct fanfic #wayv #nct #nct jeno #nct lucas #lucas smut #jeno smut

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Master list

started 06-20-2021

🧸-fluff

🥀-angst

🌶-smut

Nct

(will probably do my biases only because i can gauge their personality the best, but i’m open to requests!)

taeyong

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yuta

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doyoung

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jaehyun

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winwin

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lucas

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mark

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renjun

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jeno

https://2centlove.tumblr.com/post/654493249745174528/breakfast-in-bed

jaemin

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#nct fluff #nct smut #nct angst #nct fanfic

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Breakfast in bed

first ever (smut) fic here please cut me a lil slack

1.6k words

pairing- dom!jeno x reader

genre/warnings- fluff, smut 18+ / unprotected sex, food play, fingering, morning sex,

not revised or edited

The sun's rays started to seep through the blinds of your apartment window, the blinds let in the perfect amount of light; not too blinding for the eye, but enough to illuminate your body perfectly.

You had gotten up early in the morning to make you and your boyfriend, Jeno, some pancakes. Even took the extra effort to slip out of his arms carefully which was a whole new challenge in itself. Now, you were trying to conquer the kitchen just so you can surprise your boyfriend in bed.

You quietly hum to the music you had turned on in the background. Soft, sway-ee music, the type of music you could move your hips to. And you do just that. Once you pour the pancake batter onto the press, you dance across the kitchen to grab yourself some other ingredients like strawberries, blueberries, and whip cream, the necessity.

After some pouring and flipping later you were done with the cooking portion and it was time to decorate! The music had changed to a song you and Jeno particularly like, this got your hips swirling in a circle light on your feet.

You had been too focused on the pancakes to realize someone had been creeping up behind you and only did when you felt a light touch on both sides of your hips. You set the bottle of whip cream down and crank your head to the left to see your sweet boyfriend, Jeno, who was now peppering kisses up and down your neck and along your jaw. You couldn't help but let out a soft giggle.

"Look who's up, you sleepy head," you say sweetly while placing your hands on top of Jeno's on your hips. You two start to sway together to the rhythm of the song.

"Mmmmm, I woke up feeling cold without your warmth. And the delectable smell coming from the kitchen drew me in, mm," he replies, groggily still in need of sleep. But no matter how sleepy he was, that wasn't stopping him from having a lil dance with his beloved, you.

"Is that so?" You coo, "I was going to treat you something good." At this point, you had your right hand grazing the back of his neck and your left still on top of his hand on the curve of your hip. Dancing had always been something you two loved, whether it be hip-hop or slow-dancing, you loved it. Whenever you guys dance, it's like there's no one else there in the whole entire world, just you two. You guys fit like two perfect puzzle pieces, both in dance AND in bed.

"Treat me to something good hmm?" He hummed into your neck. His grip on your hips tightening as he's dragging them closer to his own.

You let out a small laugh through your smile. “This wasn’t quite what I meant but this works too”

You played along and bucked your hips into his hips, feeling his length grow against your ass. You turn your head left and use your hand to take his chin, turning his face right to you. It’s as if his lips know exactly what to do as they connect immediately with yours. The kiss is hot and passionate. Jeno pulls away from you to continue his onslaught on your neck, bruising it. His grip on your hips moves to your ass to give it a good squeeze before he hikes his hands under your shirt to pull it over your head. Jeno turns you around by your waist, brings his hand around you which is your cue to jump. You wrap yours arms around his neck and jump a little, enough to give you leverage to wrap your legs around his waist.

He places his hands under your thighs and walks you to a near counter where there weren't any knives or sharp items that could disrupt you two’s moment.

“Let’s make this moment a treat for both of us” He whispers into your ear while he reaches over to the whip creaming you were using for the pancakes. before you could say anything in response he was already spraying whip cream all over your breast and stomach. You flinch at the coldness of the cream but relish in the new feeling.

“Oh, so this is what we’re doing babe? I like the sound of it” You giggled taking your finger to your whipped nipple and lapping it up with your finger, twirling your tongue around it. This, this made Jeno extra EXTRA hungry for you. He gave you a quick smirk before dragging his tongue across your whipped stomach. You let out a breathy moan from the sight of your beautiful boyfriend all over you. When he comes by your breast, he takes extra time to lap up the area by your nipple. Swirling his tongue in circles around it before taking it into his mouth and sucking on it. His hands smoothing over your hips and legs until he reaches your inner thigh which he rubbed circles into that made your head dizzy. You quietly moaned, propping yourself up with your hands behind you on the contour. You arched your back into your boyfriends erotic touch of his mouth.

Then you opened your legs wider to allow Jeno further access. Your juices seeping out of your heat onto the counter pooling at your ass. Still focused on your chest, Jeno used his free hand that was on your thigh to pleasure you even further by running his fingers across your slick. He assumed that because you were so wet he could easily insert two fingers straight off the bat. And he was right. Jeno plunged his masculine, boney fingers into you immediately hitting your sweet spot causing you to moan out in pleasure. You didn’t think just inserting his fingers would feel this good but it did and you were already on the brink of coming

“You want to come baby? My pretty little girlfriend?” He leans into your ear to say.

“Yes! Yes! I’m so close Jen!” You screamed almost unable to handle the tingling sensation forming in your stomach.

Right before you could reach your much needed high, he removed his digits from inside of you.

"Not quite yet baby girl", Jeno smirks as he takes the whip cream can back into his hand. You whine at the loss but excited for what's to come next.

He uses his left hand and swoops it under your hips and lifts it up slightly so he could apply the whip cream to your already dripping vagina like a cupcake. You hum at the feeling, looking at him with hooded eyes. You watch Jeno as he decorates his large cock with the same whip cream he used on you.

"Are you ready?" Jeno asks, readying his cock at your whipped entrance. You nod quickly desperate for that fulfilling feeling again. After getting the "okay" he pushed past the wall of whip cream and into your heat. You gasp at the filling feeling of his girthy cock that was accompanied by not only your own juices but creamy whip that slid against your walls.

After a few, slow seconds he was completely in. Whip cream brimming where you two were connected because there wasn't much room for there to be anything else but your boyfriends perfectly sculpted dick. You lean forward off your hand and lean into Jeno. You take his face in your hand and use the other to apply some whip cream on his face and neck. Once you're done, you crash your lips into Jeno's lips tasting the sweet cream on your tongue. He leans you back into the cupboard behind you cushioning your head with his own hand.

He slides out of you and slowly slides back out, you let out a breathy moan against his neck and then continue to lick up the remains of the cream. His pace picks up and both your breathing starts to get ragged and whiny. You can feel the whip cream slap between you two each time he slams his cock back into you. His pace eventually gets to be inhumanly fast and the whip cream is sloppily falling out of you and onto your legs, his legs, the counter, and even your stomach.

You can feel your high approach quickly, your walls tightening around him. It seems like you two share the same sentiment as his thrusts grow sloppy but never slows. His hands grip tightly around the counter on both sides of you. Your legs are tightly wrapped around his waist.

You could no longer suppress your moans, you were sure the neighbors could hear you at this point. As Jeno reaches his high his grunts get louder as well.

"Come on baby, you're almost there, I'm almost there. Come for me baby. Lets do it together" His sentences fall out fast after each other.

Then it snapped.

Your head swings back with a scream, missing the cupboard by a centimeter. Jeno let's out one last loud grunt and burrows himself deep in you. You can feel his warm liquid spill into you.

Once both of you come down from you climaxes he slowly pulls out of you, your juices and whip cream glazing his cock. With the loss of Jeno's penis also meant you lost the plug that kept his come inside of you. You both watch his sperm mixed with the opaque white whip cream fall out of you onto your apartment's marble counter.

Jeno relishes in the sight. He grabs the same whip cream can and gives it a shake resting to see if it was empty or not.

“You want to go for round two of desserts?”

the end

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