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cherrybyunss · 5 months

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Ship: Lee Jeno (NCT) x female reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Tags: Explicit Sexual Content, Angst, Mentions of Death, Grieving, Escape Sex, Oral (F receiving), Fingering, Nipple Play, Protected Sex.

Summary: This is an excerpt from "Make Me Feel Lightweight", the new fic im working on. To sum it up, Y/N was dating Jaemin when he met with an accident. This excerpt is Y/N remembering the time she hooked up with his best friend in search for solace a month after he'd passed away. (Hence the italicized text cause it's a flashback) (I warned you guys this fic gets angsty).

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI), not proofread, protection is important, this is purely fictional and has nothing to do with the real idol. This is SAD but also sexy so read at your own risk.

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You were drunk. Not drunk enough by a long shot but drunk nevertheless.

It was one of those days you needed alcohol in your system so you wouldn’t lose your mind. You’d been having a lot of those lately.

“Here you go.” Jeno walked into the room with a glass of water.

You accepted it. “Thanks.” But in lieu of drinking, you kept staring at it.

Everything around you had become a reminder of Jaemin.

Or maybe it had always been, it was just the misery that accompanied the memories that was new.

Fuck… You thought.

The void was getting deeper.

It was as if your body refused to listen to you – refused to act alive. You felt numb.

And a singular tear streamed down your otherwise blank face.

You felt a gentle pair of hands reach out, bringing the glass to your lips, and letting you taste the water.

You looked up at Jeno as you drank up.

He had a sorry smile on his face.

Damn it… Why did men have to act all strong and shit.

Jeno had lost his best friend of double digit years and yet… was allowing you to feel like you could lean on him in this fucked up state of yours.

He kept the glass away, wiped your lips, and fixed the pillows for you to lie down on the bed.

Allowing you to be selfish…

You teared up.

“Hey,” Jeno held your hand. “Is everything okay?”

The question made you choke up with tears. Nothing was okay.

But you couldn’t say that, so you just shook your head.

God, you missed Jaemin.

“Is there anything I can do?”

You looked up at Jeno again. He’d asked in earnest.

And so you allowed yourself to seek solace.

“Can you hold me?” You made yourself sadder with how your voice broke at the end.

Jeno opened his mouth, as if deliberating in his head, before he pursed his lips and nodded. “Sure.”

He lied down and opened up his arms for you. And you felt an extreme sense of gratitude for how welcome he made you feel.

Your first impulse was to snuggle in, but you decided against it. You shifted into his embrace so he was now spooning you instead.

You took a deep breath as Jeno’s arms wrapped around you.

With how overwhelmed you’d been, this vulnerable position may not have been the best idea, but for the first time in a month, you felt some semblance of safety.

Jaemin loved spooning you.

“You deserve it.” He would say. And leave a stream of kisses down your neck, till you were struggling to make him stop with the biggest smile on your face.

If only you could experience it one more time. You’d never ask him to stop.

Your hand found its way atop Jeno’s hand resting on your stomach. You hoped Jeno felt comfort too, lying like this with you.

Your thumb was mindlessly caressing the back of his hand, when he shifted a little, huddling in closer.

And your heart positively skipped a beat.

His breath was now falling directly onto a sensitive spot on your neck, and for some reason, you could not move.

“You good?” Jeno spoke, probably having realized you’d frozen.

But his voice made it worse, for you gasped, your back arching away from him ever so slightly, and your hand tightening its grip onto his.

You felt Jeno freeze as well. And his breath still continued to hit your neck, letting goosebumps travel down your body each time.

Fuck… Was he doing it on purpose now?

Your eyes shot open at the thought.

This was extremely dangerous territory. Irretrievably dangerous.

You knew that.

You knew that but it was the first time since the accident that you’d felt something other than pain, and you were not ready to let it go just yet.

Not just yet.

How fucking selfish…

Maybe you didn’t deserve Jaemin after all.

You shifted a little to make it all less overwhelming – both the good and the bad. And Jeno seemingly figured yet again that something was wrong.

“Hey…” His hand went to your waist, offering comfort.

“Don’t talk.”

Jeno supported himself up on his elbow behind you, and you refused to look back.

Your heart was racing, and nothing made sense. Jeno was Jaemin’s best friend…

And probably the only person who could make you feel something again.

You took a deep breath.

“Jeno…” You spoke, before looking just slightly over your shoulder as a tear rolled down to your ear.

You had nothing to lose anymore.

“Just this once… Will you have sex with me?”

There was no going back now.

Jeno lay there wordlessly, which was quite frankly a better response than you’d expected.

For some reason, your desperation increased with every passing second. You turned your face towards him.

“I know Jaemin was your best friend, I’m just… lonely, and I desperately need to fucking feel something or else I will absolutely lose my mind. And I know this is the most selfish request I could’ve made–”

Jeno cut you off by cupping your face. The touch of his fingers, warm enough to make you sob like a child.

You took a deep breath when he slowly leaned in, and pressed his lips onto your forehead. Your eyes fell shut, the tears that had welled up spilling over.

When he pulled away, you searched his eyes for any sign of resentment. But you couldn’t find any.

What you did see in his eyes as they looked into yours, was an emptiness akin to yours.

And you never figured out if it was fear that you felt next, or the elation at having company. All you knew was that you were on edge.

Men weren’t strong at all…

Your hand went up into his hair when he leaned in again. There really was no going back now.

Jeno kissed you, and you felt the kiss in the deepest parts of your soul as warmth spread all across your body in its wake.

You moaned into the kiss in desperation, and Jeno knew to match the heat.

He kissed you as if it were the last thing he’d ever do, leaving you gasping and groaning under him, – and oh, how you wished he could make it last forever.

He turned you back around, and grabbed the bare skin of your waist underneath your top, eliciting a gasp from you as you threw your head back, giving him all the space he needed.

He latched his lips onto the spot he now knew to be sensitive all too well, and sucked, making you moan his name, before soothing it with his tongue.

“Oh my god…” You felt that in your abdomen.

Fueled by your reaction, you assumed, he grew wilder. And you reveled in every second of pleasure he let you feel.

He pushed your jaw up and immediately continued the assault on your weak spots, enjoying the new found areas. Your labored breathing proving to be all the motivation he needed.

He licked a strip upto your ear, the movement painfully slow towards the end, and you had to dig into his fore arm in order to not scream in ecstasy.

One of his hands went upto your breasts, and he took a deep breath as he felt you up, and for some reason, that turned you on beyond reversal.

An image of Jaemin doing the same thing flashed in your head, and instead of managing to bring your overwhelming desperation to a halt, the image just proved to add fuel to the fire.

It caught you off-guard too. But you guessed you’d been hoping for this.

“Aah–” You knew you’d started to lose your mind, but it just felt too good to stop.

Jeno pulled away before pushing you flat against the bed, and climbing on top of you.

He looked at you with unparalleled desire in his eyes. And you felt yourself clench around nothing.

“Jeno…” You spoke, and could only say so much before Jeno kissed you again. And you sighed into the kiss.

You were gonna regret this, you were sure. So was Jeno. But every inch of your skin that he touched felt like it would come to life any second, and you wanted nothing more than for that feeling consume you in that moment.

You wanted Jeno to clutch your brain and make you forget and remember all at the same time.

As the kisses got more desperate than either of you could take, you pushed him away, just enough to be able to take off the t-shirt he was wearing, and you felt het pool in your stomach at the sight before your eyes.

You’d never noticed how fucking hot Jeno was before.

You kissed him again before taking off your top as well, and pulling him back down on top of you.

And oh my god, skin against skin felt amazing.

“Hey…” Jeno spoke, cupping your face again, and caressing your cheek with his thumb. “Are you sure about this?”

Your heart sank a little. He was going through grief too, and still managed to be a much better person than you’ll ever be.

You nodded. And he searched for more.

“I know it’s fucked up but…” You said, never looking away from him. “I need you today.”

And you knew that you were going to hell.

“I need you to make me forget everything else. I need you to make me feel so good that it’s all I can think of.” You brushed a couple strands of hair out of his sight. “You’re all I can think of.”

And Jeno took a deep breath, before kissing you again. Less desperate this time, but just as commanding. And you kissed back like your life depended on it.

“Sorry Jeno.” You spoke when he moved down to your neck, and you could not get enough of the feeling of his skin against yours. “It’s the most selfish thing, I know–”

You were cut off by your own gasp when Jeno found a soft spot on your neck and proceeded to leave a hickey, your hands clutching onto his back. “I’m hardly any better.” He breathed against the mark he’d left.

Jeno snaked his hand behind your back and unclasped your bra, allowing you to take it off, so he could waste no time latching his mouth onto one of your nipples, and sucking.

“Aah–” Your back arched up as Jeno worked his tongue on one nipple and fingers on the other, making you press your legs together in arousal.

Jeno looked up at you in the middle of the feat and allowed one of his hands to travel further down your torso. Your toes curled in anticipation.

He traced his finger down your waist, leaving goosebumps along the way, till he reached the waistband of your shorts. He pulled away, before hooking his fingers in, and on earning a nod from you, removing the shorts together with your panties in one swift motion, leaving your core bare against the cold air.

You instinctively closed your legs, but he grabbed your thighs and pried them open, and you grabbed the sheets in a fist.

Jeno parted your folds and ran his thumb all the way up, making you jolt at the sudden pleasure. “Fuck…” He cursed under his breath. “You’re really wet.”

He circled your clit, drawing out a groan from you, before lowering himself between your legs.

He licked a stripe up to your clit before circling the sensitive bud and sucking lightly, and you screamed his name as he ate you out. Every flick of his tongue pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

“F-fuck! Oh my god–” Your hands flew to his hair, and that only motivated him to go harder. “Jeno…!” You cried out. “It feels amazing, please don’t stop!”

Jeno looked up at you, before adding one, and then two fingers to the mix. And you felt ecstasy consume your entire being when he curled his digits against your sweet spot.

Your back arched away from the bed as you felt yourself come close to your high. Jeno was working your touch starved body like he’d known it for ages, and you felt yourself edge over to madness from how fucking amazing it felt.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” You cried out as your legs started closing in, if not for Jeno holding them in place as his mouth and fingers drove you over the edge.

You saw stars as one of the most intense orgasms you’d ever had washed over you in waves of pleasure. Your voice coming out in broken moans of Jeno’s name as he helped you ride your high out.

And then withdrew, allowing you to catch your breath.

Your dead boyfriend’s best friend had just given you an absolutely mind blowing orgasm, and you couldn’t wait to have him fuck your brains out.

You guessed this was about as fucked as things could get.

You sat up, hurriedly undoing the shorts Jeno was wearing, And you hoped Jeno was just as desperate.

When you finally managed, and pulled his shorts down, you gasped.

Looking up at Jeno, you realized he was expecting the reaction.

“Will you need to cum again before I go in?”

And your mouth stayed agape as you shook your head. Jeno was huge.

You gulped, and leaned in, licking a stripe up Jeno’s length, never looking away from him eyes, and he took a deep breath looking at you.

He groaned under his breath when you half the length into your mouth and sucked, before moving your tongue around playfully.

With your eyes trained at him, you attempted to deep throat. “Fuck.” He cursed when you managed to take in most of him, tears welling up in your eyes at the fullness.

You bobbed your head back and forth a few times, sucking on your way out each times, before pulling away and looking up at him again.

He pushed you back down onto the bed, the roughness making you clench again.

Jeno reached to the side table and pulled out a condom.

As he rolled it on, he looked at you, and asked again. “You sure you don’t need lube? Or at least another orgasm?”

You nodded, gesturing for him to come closer.

He leaned in, giving you the softest kiss on the lips.

You let out shaky breath when he pulled away. Who would’ve though Jeno of all people would be giving you butterflies.

“I’ll be fine, just…” You spoke, flushed out. “Just give it to me.”

Jeno looked a little something… Endeared?

He moved a couple strands of hair out of your face before kissing you again.

He intertwined his fingers with yours and pinned your hands on each side, catching you off guard.

“I’ll be gentle still.” He breathed into your ear, and you felt like you could cry.

He entered you slowly, the stretch still fucking unbelievable. You held your breath till he entered completely, your nails probably leaving marks on the back of his hands.

“Oh my god…”

“You okay?” He was letting you adjust.

You nodded, smiling a little at how careful he was being. “I won’t break, Jeno.”

“Careful, I might take your word for it.” He kissed down your neck as your eyes rolled back.

He pulled out almost entirely, before slamming his length inside you at once, and you screamed.

“Fuck!”

“What’s wrong? I thought you won’t break.”

“Jeno, I swear to god!” You cursed. “Stop fucking teasing me and get the fuck on with it.”

Jeno smiled. He was having too much fun for your liking.

He pulled out again. “Get on with what?” And then another thrust knocked the life out of you.

“Jeno…!” You cried.

You knew he wasn’t cruel enough to make you beg more than you already had. At least not given the circumstances you were in.

You just needed him to fuck you. And you needed him to do it now.

Plus with the way you'd been clenching around him, you’d be surprised if he didn’t.

“Okay, sorry.”

Jeno put both of your wrists together above your head, using one of his hands to hold them there, as the other went to grab your waist in a firm grip, and you felt impossibly turned on.

And then he rammed into you once, and then twice, picking up a pace that made you scream his name at the top of your lungs.

With every thrust he knocked the air out of you, your hands begging to hold him. But he was way stronger.

He fucked you like a man on fire, and you could cry at how good you were feeling.

Jeno leaned down to kiss your neck, while maintaining the pace of a madman, and pinched your nipple as he did. Your body’s reaction to the proximity was painfully intense.

“F-fuck! Jeno!!” You cried, tears legitimately welling up in your eyes.

When you hit your first orgasm this time around, Jeno only changed his pace a little so you could ride the high, but showed no intentions of stopping to let you catch your breath, earning an actual shriek from you.

“What are you doing??” You cried in overstimulation. “I came!”

“You can go on, can’t you?” He whispered, and went harder.

Jeno’s hand traveled down from your breasts to your clit, and your eyes shot open when you realized what he was doing.

“Just a little longer.” He said, and never looking away from you or slowing down his unbelievably hard thrusts, he started massaging your already sensitive clit with the pad of his thumb, while your hands were still pinned above your head.

“Aaah!!–” You had positively lost all grasp over reality. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…! J-jeno!!”

You sobbed, tears streaming down your face. As Jeno continued his assault on your sanity.

“I can’t!–”

“Fuck…” Jeno cursed under his breath.

You hit the wave again, and pleasure consumed your entire being as you almost blacked out. It was absolutely insane what your body had just experienced.

This time around, your orgasm triggered Jeno’s own, and he groaned as he came, the sound making you clench some more.

You rode your highs out with each other’s help, and Jeno finally let go of your hands, allowing you some rest.

For some reason, Jaemin flashed in your head as you caught your breath.

And you cursed at yourself, pushing the image to the back of your mind.

Jeno discarded the condom, and helped you clean yourself before spooning you from the back again.

You turned around to face him. He smiled at you when you did.

“Thanks…” You said. “And I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.”

You averted your gaze for a second before looking at him again.

It wasn’t what you wanted but it was probably for the best… –

“Let’s never do that again.”

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cherrybyunss · 6 months

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Ship: Park Jisung (NCT) x female reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Tags: Explicit Sexual Content, Mentions of Alcohol Consumption, Smoking, Dirty Talking, Oral (M receiving), Fingering, Protected Sex, Nipple Play.

A/N: This is the first scene of the new fiction I'm working on called "Make Me Feel Lightweight", which was inspired by the song "Streets" by Doja Cat. And by inspired, I mean I was listening to the song an started writing. The entire story is a little angsty but this excerpt is just pure smut, so till I'm done, please go ahead and enjoy whatever smut excerpts I post on here lol.

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI), not proofread, protection is important, this is purely fictional and has nothing to do with the real idol.

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“Hey.”

Courtesy of the flashing lights and loud music of the club, combined with the alcohol in your system, you’d barely heard yourself, but you were sure you had the attention of the man you’d whispered to, with the lingering touch, and the dangerous eye contact – his body language matching your own flirtatious one.

“Hi.”

Jisung was a junior in college. He was a part of the brother fraternity of the sorority you used to be in. Part of the same social circle, you’d talked to him enough over the past couple years, quantitatively and qualitatively, to occasionally be considered close.

You showed him the cigarette in your hand. You wished to smoke with him alone, and he seemed to love the idea, for he took your hand and led the two of you to a secluded corner where the bass from the sound system didn’t feel like your own heartbeat.

“Say,” You spoke as Jisung took the last puff. “Are you single?” Just to be sure.

“Yes.” Jisung breathed, exhaling the smoke. Damn was he hot.

But you knew that. “Do you do hook-ups?”

“Yes.” His eyes got darker, in spite of the ghost of a smile appearing on his lips.

“And...” You stepped in front of him as you spoke. “Do you...” You moved in closer and spoke against his ear. “Hook up with people you might have to see again...” You made your way down his ear, your lips ever so slightly tracing the skin. “And again...” You breathed against his neck, as if waiting for his permission. “And again.”

You felt him snap as he turned you around and slammed you against the wall, and his lips against yours. You felt your soul leave your body from how fucking good that felt in your tummy. Jisung was hot.

His hand grabbed your waist under your top, and you gasped, clutching his back and shoulders for support. The longer you kissed, the more desperate you grew, and Jisung was the same.

He pushed your chin up with his thumb as he frantically moved down to kiss your neck with the same heat, and you moaned, your eyes rolling to the back.

Ah yes. Just what you’d wanted.

He found a weak spot, and sucked, and you positively lost your mind.

He pulled away, catching his breath, mercifully letting you do the same, and looked at you with eyes that made chills run down your spine.

“You sure like dangerous games.” He spoke, not looking away even for a second.

And you smiled playfully in the drunken haze, as you took his hand, slowly bringing his fingers up to your mouth, and his eyes turned dark with anticipation.

You licked a stripe up his fingers, looking him straight in the eyes, before closing in on two, and taking your sweet time pulling them out as you sucked in.

You were making your own case worse if you were being honest, for his hands were the fucking epitome of sex appeal, and the reason you’d first gotten off to the thought of the younger boy fucking you.

But you could see him gradually lose his mind as his breathing got heavier, and reveled in the effect you were having, pressing your legs together for your own sake.

Jisung was hot.

You leaned in, whispering into his ear again. “You wish you were privy to the games I like, sweetheart.”

And he grabbed your hand and made his way across the club.

You were sure some of your friends had seen you. And maybe you weren’t supposed to fuck Jisung. But it was way past you to care. You had nothing to lose anymore.

The restroom would’ve been a nuisance, so you ever so discreetly snuck the two of you into the staff-only restroom, which turned out to be way cleaner and more spacious than you’d imagined.

But that thought could only last so long when Jisung pushed you up against the counter in front of the mirror, using his own arm as a shield from the impact as the other circled your waist so your back was pressed up against his chest.

He nuzzled into your neck as the two of you stood face to face with your reflection, before licking a strip up to a sensitive spot, and sucked again, tightening his grip on your waist.

You gasped as your eyes rolled shut, and your head fell back onto his shoulder, giving him access for more. But you needed to see. See how bothered you looked at his mercy.

“Allow me,” He looked your reflection straight in the eyes as whispered against your ear, and you felt yourself lose your mind as you felt impossibly turned on by him.

His hand moved down, making you burn in anticipation, before he pulled your skirt up and ran a couple fingers between your legs.

You shuddered, your legs almost giving in.

He pushed the cloth adorning your core to the side, and exhaled as his fingers massaged the slit, making your breath come out in broken moans.

“So fucking wet...” Jisung spoke before biting onto your ear.

“Aah–”

He teased the clit and entrance a little, simultaneously leaving hickeys on your neck and shoulders.

But you groaned in desperation, and he bit down onto your skin as he pushed a finger inside and curled it onto the sweetest spot, and you saw stars.

Not allowing you fall forward, he propped your chin up with his thumb. “Look at you, so pretty.”

He hummed in satisfaction, a dark smile appearing on his face when you clenched around his fingers. His compliment had a condescending tone but you loved every bit of it.

He found the perfect rhythm as you screamed in ecstasy, your back arching away from him and legs closing in, but you were no match for his strength, for he continued to assault that one spot till you were clenching around his fingers and begging him not to stop.

“Jisung–” You were cut off by your own moaning. “Oh my god, that feels amazing!” You managed to exclaim.

Jisung smiled, and you caught the sight of him just in time as he licked a strip up against your ear and breathed, “Cum for me.”

You felt your soul leave your body as you came all onto his fingers, and he knew exactly how to let you ride that wave out. It was the best fucking orgasm you’d had in a long time.

And looking at the mess you called yourself in the mirror through and after it – with your flushed out cheeks and teary eyes, made you feel butterflies in your stomach – a feeling you knew you wouldn’t be acknowledging ever again.

Jisung only waited till you’d caught your breath before turning you around and kissing you like a man starved. And not yet having recovered completely at all, it made you lose your balance.

One of your hands latched onto his shoulder, as you supported yourself up against the slab with the other.

His tight grip on your waist, combined with the heat he kissed you with was starting to make you dizzy, when you felt his hard on against your abdomen, and of all feelings, it made you blush.

Never breaking away from him – for it felt like you never could, one of your hands travelled forth on its own, and you heard Jisung gasp when you bit his lip at the same time as you gave his length a stroke.

Jisung pulled away and looked at you with shadowed eyes, and breath heavy. And you felt your walls clench around nothing.

“Do you have a condom?” You spoke.

And Jisung wasted no time before pulling his wallet out of his back pocket, and taking out the condom before discarding the wallet onto the counter.

He watched you as you unbuckled his belt and lowered yourself onto the floor.

Jisung was big.

The initial shock wore off as he caressed your hair, setting your skin on fire, before holding all the hair back so you had none in your way.

You’d had guys acting like this all the time, but Jisung was driving you haywire for some reason.

He was hard already, standing bigger than anything you thought your already sensitive core could take at the time but you couldn’t help but give him a couple of strokes, meeting his eyes every now and then, before taking the length into your mouth, and sucking.

Jisung took sharp breath, his grip on your hair tightening.

You continued to work your mouth in ways you knew would drive him crazy, and his groans and sighs felt like music to your ears.

Saving yourself from getting carried away, you pulled away and stood up. And thankfully, Jisung needed no instructions, for he grabbed your waist and slip you onto the counter top before pulling your panties off and discarding them.

He rolled the condom on, lined his cock up against your entrance, and with a singular nod from you, he rammed into you, making you grab onto him and scream.

Oh my god! It was absolutely outrageous how amazing Jisung felt.

“Aaah–” Your screams came out in broken moans with every thrust as you felt yourself get consumed by pleasure in lieu of sanity.

“You like that?”

“Fuck yes! Jisung– Aah! Please don’t s-stop!”

“Of course, baby.” He spoke in a harsh voice, and bit your ear, increasing the force he was using, and you positively lost any semblance of grace you’d ever felt.

One of Jisung’s hands went behind you, and he undid the clasp your bra, before pulling your top down, and exposing your breasts to him.

He grabbed one of them, still fucking into you like an animal, and sucked onto your nipple. And your back arched as your primitive self practically took over with how loud you allowed yourself to scream as you came.

Jisung fucked you through your orgasm, the way you clenched around him triggering his own, hands desperately gripping onto the other as waves of pleasure washed over the two of you.

Both of you stayed in the same position till you caught your breath, and then looked at each other, before a smile made its way onto both of your faces.

Jisung carefully pulled away, discarding the condom, and getting to cleaning up after the two of you.

“Fuck.” You said, and grinned as you sat atop the slab.

“What?” Jisung smiled softly himself.

“I needed you to be good at this so bad.” You said, covering your face sheepishly.

And Jisung chuckled. “I’m assuming I was.”

“An understatement, if I may.”

Jisung walked over in front of you, cupped your face with one of his hands, and kissed you.

Your eyes fell shut, and a familiar feeling returned.

Jisung kissed your jaw, and then neck one more time before pulling away.

“Should I be looking forward to getting used to this?” He smiled.

And you felt the sinking feeling deepen till it clutched your brain.

You shook your head, plopping yourself up on the floor with your hands.