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luvyeni · 3 months
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❛LIFE AFTER❜ ( 00' liners )
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p. roommate!00'liners x fem!reader w. 3.6k+
— 𖦹 warnings. multiple sex scene, oral (f. receiving), unprotected sex, jealous renjun (bro has it out for haechan)
— 𖦹 ( life with your roomates after what happened previously ) !
authors note. people were asking for a part 2 so i had to deliver.
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You threw your head back , jaemins head buried in between your legs — his tongue licking your folds as his nose bumped against your clit. “Ja-jaemin fuck , more.” He held your legs open , holding your stomach down as you squirmed. “Fuck im gonna cum!” You screamed , legs shaking as you came on his tongue.
“Oh fuck!”
He pulled away with that same condescending smirk he wore every time he ate you out. “Jesus princess , you’re gonna pull my hair out of you keep gripping it like that.” You rolled your eyes. “Shut up.”
You felt his cock twitching against you , reaching down to stroke him through his pants. “Sh-shit don’t.” He grabbed your hand. “Why not?” you questioned. “as much as I want bury my cock it your pretty pussy , I have class.” He said. “you’re gonna go the class hard.”
He shrugged , standing up on the bed. “Not like I haven’t before , it really helps with the ladies.” He wiggled his eyes brows , causing you to roll your eyes once again. “you jealous princess?” he smirked  , you scoffed.  “And why would I be jealous?” you slid your panties back on. “Oh yeah that’s right , you have three other alternatives.” He said — just as jeno walked into your room. “there goes one of them.”
It had been a long time since it was supposed to be a “one time thing” with your roommates — many times you’ve found yourself in jeno’s and jaemins bed , or haechan sneaking inside your room at night whining about how horny he was , asking you to help him out — which you almost always did.
Renjun on the other hand — he never really came to you , more like you went to him. He never denied you , or course not , he would never miss the opportunity to fuck you or have you go down on him , especially whenever he was stressed.
“Sorry sweet , can’t fuck you today , I have a class as well.” Jeno eyed your half naked body. “when have any of you cared about school that much?” you pouted. “haechan is on his way, you know he’s never not ready to fuck you.” Jeno said. “fine , and when I start fucking him only don’t say anything.” They both scoffed , seeing your bluff. “Jaemin , you know what I can miss a day , what about you?”
Jaemin smirked , you looked in between the both of them confused. “Yeah , it just a regular class , I can watch online.” Before you even ask what they were talking about , jeno was picking your body up , you yelped in surprise. “Jeno!” He held you down against his hardening cock. “You want cock so much , how about taking two?”
It was always just you and one of them , but the thought of two of them made your panties soak. “Look at her eyes , going dumb just by the thought.” Jaemin snickered,  his cock in front of your face. “that’s what you want to take two cocks at the same time -hm- like a slut?” you grinded down on jeno cock , he groaned out , slapping your ass , gripping it. “Sh-shit jeno.”
He lifted you up , pulling his cock out from his underwear and sweats , jerking his cock , slapping his head against your ass. “gonna fuck this cunt.” He pulled your panties to the side — his cockhead rubbing against your folds. “treat you like the whore you arm.” He abruptly pushed you down on his cock , both of you moaning out. “fu-fuck , pussy is so good.”
He pushed you down on your cock , the burn from his cock stretching you out deliciously. “that’s it , take my fat cock.” You moved your hips up and down , lifting your shirt up , sucking on you boobs that bounced on his face.
Meanwhile , jaemin was teasing you — his cock long freed from his pants , tapping against your lips , leaving behind a trail of his pre-cum. “you want my cock down your throat princess , want me to abuse your mouth while fucks you cunt.” He pushed his tip into your mouth. “fuuuuck , your mouth is so warm.” He groaned , sliding his cock into your mouth.
He slowly fucked into your mouth , occasionally hitting the back of your throat every time jeno fucked up into your hole. “God your mouth is like heaven.” He groaned. “gotta fuck your mouth often.” Jeno slapped your ass. “M'shit , your pussy is choking my cock , gonna cum inside you.”
He lifted his legs up , getting a better angle as he fucked you , you cursed , your words being muffled by jaemins cock. “Sh-shit keep doing that , she’s moaning like a slut on my dick.” He threw his head back. “Fuck! Im gonna cum down your throat.”
He grabbed the back of your head , pushing it all the way down , using your mouth like some sort of toy , before you felt his cum shoot to the back of your throat. “Oh fuck!” he cursed , pulling out , jerking off his still hard cock , more cum shooting from his red cock on to your lips , all the way up to your lips. “Look at you , nasty baby , gonna let jeno cum inside?”
“Y-yes.” You yelled out , feeling yourself about to cum. “i-im gonna fucking cum.” Jeno rutted his hips up faster. “Jeno -fuck- jeno im cumming!” you let out a pornographic scream , legs shaking , falling over as you came. “shaking like a leaf on my cock.” He laughed. “Jae she really a little slut.”
“Sh-shit im gonna cum.” Jeno hissed , pressing you down , nuzzling his cock deep inside as he came. “take my fucking cum slut , take it like the cumdump you are.” He fully emptied himself inside you — thank god for birth control.
“You have a filthy mouth.” You hissed as jeno cleaned you up. “me, had your mouth not been full of cock we both know your mouth is just as filthy as mines.” He helped you get dressed. You turned to jaemin who was resting on your bed. “did I say you can sleep here?” he opened one eyes before speaking.
“you just sucked the soul out of me , I did a nap and your room is the most comfortable." He closed his eyes — you turned to jeno who shook his head. “im gonna go watch the class online , since someone made me miss a class.” He said walking out of the room.
Renjun walked through the door , dropping his bag tiredly , his classes had worn him out — he just wanted to fall asleep in his bed , he didn’t even have the energy to fix himself some food , going straight to his room to sleep.
Well at least that’s what he wanted , to take a nice sleep — but instead he had to listen to you scream on the other side of his wall as his other two roommates fucked you. “sh-shit.” He could feel his cock stirring awake in his sweats , your moans were like music to his ears , bringing his hand to palm his cock. “No.” he stopped himself , he wasn’t gonna do that , turning on his side,  taking his pillow to cover his ear to block out the sounds.
By the time you guys were done , he was no longer even tired , he was hard a fuck and desperate to relieve himself — maybe he could ask you. You always came go him , he was too nervous to ask , but he knew he’d end up fucking his hand until his wrist grew tired if he tried to jerk off.
After playing mental gymnastics in his hand , he got up making his way put his bedroom to knock on yours. “come in.” he heard your soft voice , smiling to himself as he opened the door , stepping in , his smile immediately dropping as he looked at the scene in front of him.
You sat on your bed , scrolling through phone , half naked — while a half naked jaemin slept beside you. “o-oh shit im sorry.” He said , turning. “we aren’t doing anything , he’s sleep how can I help you?” He stared at your bare thighs,  wanting nothing more to than burry his head in between them , but he couldn’t cause of jaemin — lord he hated jaemin right now.
“O-oh n-nothing I was wondering if you wanted to get take out?” he said , cursing himself out in his head. “Sure , whatever you want is fine.” He nodded , taking a quick last peek at your thighs before making his way out of the room , shutting the door. “you know he wanted to fuck right?”
You slightly jumped , turning to him. “you scared me.” You slapped his chest. “And what do you know?” You said. “because im a man , I saw that look in his eyes.” He sat up. “how did you see anything if you were sleep.” You rolled your eyes. “call is a sixth sense.” He pinched your thigh , you slapped his hand. “that hurt.”
“Let me kiss it better.” He kissed your thigh. “I know what you’re doing.” He smirked against your thigh , before placing another kiss , spreading your legs. “good then we can skip that part.” He lowered his head in between your thighs.
“I'm home now , i just in.” you held the bags in your hand , making your way to your room — shopping tired you out and all you wanted was to lay down and watch tv in your bed.
Your door was open — that was strange , you always kept it closed. You walked up to the door , hearing a loud curse , realizing who it was , kicking the door open. “haechan how many times have I told you not to come into my room to use my computer.”
He turned in your chair , smiling. “I was waiting for you to come home.” He said. “I missed you.” He whined. “shut up mark.” He spoke through his headset.  “Wow you’re really comfortable — get out.” You dropped your bags. “Im tired and I don’t want to hear you yelling at mark right now.”
You heard him say goodbye to mark , as you got undress to your underwear , climbing into bed — feeling a dip right after.  “haechan I said — but I want you.” He whined in your ear.  “I waited all day for you.” You could feel him grinding his cock against your thigh , it made you smirk. “yeah?”
You brought your hand to his hard on squeezing it in your palm , he moaned. “what do you want.” You palmed him , he tried his best not to grind against your hand so he wouldn’t cum. “i-I want to f-fuck you , p-please.” He stuttered out. “Please.”
He sounded so cute begging for you like that , humping you leg. “keep humping my thigh , then maybe i'll let you fuck me.” He whined , annoyed. “Y-y/n why?” he pouted , still not stopping his movements though. “because I like watching you act like a bunny in heat.” You teased. “fucking my thigh like it’s the last thing you’ll ever fuck.” You bit his ear lobe , his hips stuttered against your leg. “fuck?”
He felt his front becoming wet , his ears turning red — he’d just came in his pants like a teenager. “good boy.” You praised. “you can fuck me now.” He wasted no time , ripping his pants  off , throwing them along with his ruined underwear , climbing in between your legs. “Slow down hyuck , im not going anywhere.”
“I’m so horny.” He pressed his needy tip at your entrance. “I can’t help it.” He pushed into your waiting hole. “of fuck , I can’t.” He felt like he was going crazy the way your cunt gripped him like vice. “your pussy is too tight.” You moaned , as he rutted into your hole. “fu-fuck hyuck your so big.”
He reached between your sweaty bodies , rubbing your hard clit. “oh fuck hyuck im gonna cum , fuck!” you shouted  , he sped up his movements. “m-me too , I want you to cum first.” He stuttered. “Cum first.” He rubbed harsher circles on your clit. “fuck im cumming!” You moaned , tightening your legs around his waist as you came. “fu-fuck cum inside me hyuck.”
“Shit.” He cursed upon hearing your lewd words.  “fuck im cumming.” He emptied himself inside you , rutting his hips a few times to ride out his high, before pulling out his softening cock.
“Didn’t know you had a breeding kink.” He teased , you rolled your eyes. “Don’t tease me when you came all over  yourself not only 20 minutes ago.” He shrugged , nestling into your side. “no shame in my game , not every day a bad bitch lets you hump her thigh.” You laughed. “you are so corny.”
“Good morning lazy bums.” You walked into the kitchen where everyone was. “its 11:30 , and we’re the lazy bums , do you even go to school?” Jaemin joked. “when absolutely necessary.” You grabbed a yogurt from the fridge . “I need my beauty sleep.” You said.
“Or maybe you need to stop fucking haechan 4 o’clock in the morning.” Jeno said , both of you turned to him. “what I do in her bedroom is none of your business.” He said , with his mouth full of cereal. “it is when its 4 o’clock in the morning.” Renjun muttered, he was quietly sitting at the table , watching you. “Are you just upset that it's not you?” hyuck teased, you slapped his hand. “Go get ready.” You said. “Before I tell everyone what you did the other day.” He quickly got up , making his way into his room. “he doesn’t know you told us already.” You shook your head. “I have few more errands , don’t tell him just yet.”
“do you have class today?” you asked renjun once you both were alone , he shook his head — he’d been doing that a lot lately , only using head , or really short answers. “No.”
He stood up , putting his dish in the sink. “im going back to my room.” He said before making his way back to his cave where could be alone.
He didn’t mean to be so rude , he knew he shouldn’t be jealous , it’s not that he hated what you were doing , he just wish he could come to you like they could , without getting nervous — like how haechan did , fuck sometimes he wanted to stuff his mouth with socks.
Jeno and jaemin he had no problem with them , at least they didn’t be smug assholes about it — bur hyuck , he had to let everyone know what was going on , tease him to his face , mock him , it just pissed him off.
It pissed him off always hearing you moan his name , how much a dick he’d be in the morning after. “fuck.” He groaned , the mere thought of your moans turned him on , so desperately wanting to feel you again.
You knocked on his door , waiting for him to answer. “Jun.” you called , he opened the door. “yes?” He stuck his head out. “I just wanted to ask if you’re okay?” no he was horny as hell , and wanted to beat haechan up. “im fine.”
“you sure , you just seem.” You started. “Seem what?” he said. “well like you are — upset?” he interrupted. “well yeah.” You said. “are you?” You asked. “yes.” He said , your lips parted to speak. “is that not what you wanted me to say?” he said. “that everything was just fine when it’s not.” He was now out of the room , backing you against your bedrooms door. “just like always.”
You didn’t know why , but his new change of attitude was turning you on. “w-well why are you upset?” you tried not to stutter but he pressed against you,  his breath fanning against your face. “You want know princess , you really want to know?” fuck that nickname almost made your knees buckle. “Because im horny as fuck. He said.
“Im horny as fuck , and every time I want to come to you , you’re always busy , or too busy fucking haechan to even notice.” His hand running up your arm , causing you to shiver. “He’s always in the way , I don’t care about the others , but it’s always him.” His lips were so close to yours. “im so sick of him.” He pressed his lips against yours.
He opened the door — you stumbled back but he caught you , not breaking the kiss until you reached the bed. “sit down.” He pushed you down , sitting in front of your legs , spreading them. “he talks so much shit about how he does this better , m’gonna show him.” He pulled down your panties. “such a wet cunt.” He licked your folds. “taste so good.” He dove right in , licking at your cunt , using his thumb to rubbed at your clit.
You threw your head , back holding his head. He was better than hyuck , but you’d never tell , you were trying  to start world war three in the apartment.  “so fucking good jun.” he hummed against your cunt. “shit.”
He added a finger , thrusting slowly in your cunt , sucking at your clit. “fuck jun im gonna cum!” he gave you the okay , your legs stiffened as you came. “oh my god.” You gasped , he pulled away , his lips glossy.
He didn’t mutter a word , pushing you back against the bed , climbing on top of you. “re-rejun , please.” You begged. “Please fuck me.” He palmed himself , releasing his hard cock. “Do you even deserve it?” He rubbed himself against your heat. “I don’t think you do.”
“pl-please , I want it.” You moaned , he slowly push his cock into your hole , stopping at his tip. “you want the hole thing?” he teased , slowly fucking you with his tip. “re-renjun please.” Tears wielding in your eyes. “awe are you crying.” He teased. “you want my cock that bad?” you nodded. “pl-please.”
He pushed himself all the way in , bottoming out. “fuck such a nice cunt.” He moved his hips , dragging his cock in and out of your hole. “nice and tight.” He groaned. “f-faster.” You cried , he began to snap his hips against yours , pinching your nipples. “Fu-fuck im not gonna last if you keep gripping me like that.”
You were overwhelmed , ready to cum at any moment. “you gonna cum princess?” he said. “cum all over my cock? Do it , cum.” He commanded , and with that you came , tightening around him. “oh shit , im gonna cum.” He grunted. “shit.”
You felt his seed pour inside you , you sighed at the feeling. “so good.” He stilled his hips , making sure he was empty , before pulling out. “shit.” He watched it leak out of you. “that’s so hot.”
He helped you get dressed — putting on your clothes back on , you sat up in the bed , pulling him back down on the bed. “what?” You pushed him down , to lay down. “maybe if you stayed , haechan wouldn’t always be here to keep me company.”
His face turned red , you laughed. “if you want to come hang out with me , then just ask, you don’t have to make this whole thing weird , you see me and jaemin , we hang out all the time.” You said. “even when we aren’t you know.”
“Then let’s go somewhere, tomorrow.” He asked , just as the door opened. “yeah let’s go.” Hyuck walked in , renjun was about to get up , but you stopped him. “hyuck , I love you but not today.” The boy pouted. “why not , he’s about to leave isn’t he?” You shook your head. “no , he’s staying here and hanging out with me , we can hang out later on , now go.” You sent the pouting boy on his way , you turned to him with a smile.
“Now what should we do?”
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neochan · 11 months
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THE PRIDEFUL GAMER (M)
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SERIES MASTERLIST LINK | remember this is part two of a series! read part one for context!
PAIRING | best friend!haechan x reader
SYNOPSIS |  lee donghyuck had the largest ego you’d ever seen for someone who stayed cramped in their dorm room all night playing video games; but when you stay in with him the night after a raging party, you find yourself realizing that ego just might be deserved.
WC | 10.8k
WARNINGS | cursing, mentions of alcohol & weed, sexual comments, hyuck shirtless and covered in paint, party games, comments abt virginity, switch!hyuck (slight sub, lean dom), sexual content (nothing too crazy).
A.N | i know you guys have been waiting for this, so i hope it lives up to the hype :) and if it doesn't - sorry
“Haechan, I need you to fuck me.”
Your reflection stares back at you in the mirror, tired eyes ringed with heavy circles and glinting in judgement.
This was fucking ridiculous.
No matter how many times you sat in front of the mirror and practiced, you couldn’t get the words out with a straight face. Even the wet dreams that plagued your sleeping hours weren’t enough to prepare you. After all, you still couldn’t believe what you were going to ask Haechan to do. Or participate in, rather.
It wasn’t that you were scared, or that you didn’t want it, because trust and believe your mind and body both craved him; it was just stressful. Asking your bestfriend to give you some dick and then go on and mind his business like nothing happened?
Unfathomable.
But it was Haechan, and something in your brain told you he’d jump at the chance to fuck you; at least you were hoping so. How could you not think that when he said things like –
“If I open the door, am I gonna see boobs?”
Case in point.
You yell back, a blush of embarrassment heating your face while you fumble around to act like you were putting on makeup and not practicing asking him for sex, “No you pervert!”
The door swings wide open and the boy in question steps into the tiny room, “That’s a damn shame.”
God Damn.
Ever since that alcohol induced dream, your body had taken the liberty of reacting every time you caught sight of Haechan. It didn’t matter if he was drunk with pasta sauce smeared all over his face after he smashed a bowl of ravioli (true story), or if he was all done up for a class presentation on the history of the toaster oven (out of all things); your body reacted the same either way.
It went further than just sight though. If you so much as smelled someone wearing similar cologne to what he normally wore, arousal bells started ringing and you had to sprint home to relieve the ache between your legs.
This time wasn’t any different.
Fluffy, dark brown hair is what you see first, gelled stylishly in effortless waves around his head, save for the small curls on the nape of his neck. When you move your gaze lower, you lock eyes with his, and a spark of curiosity blooms. Then it’s his perfect pink lips set in a cute pout, and rounded jaw that you often stared at when he ate because it made you think of how good he’d be at eating you out. The thoughts start to creep into your mind, and you have no choice but to shake them out and replace them with something else, which so happened to be his outfit…or lack thereof.
He wasn’t wearing a shirt, revealing a cute tummy with faint lines and deeply toned biceps. You’d punched him in the stomach once before, and you didn’t need to see abs to know that that man was rock solid. Multicolored neon body paint decorated his torso and back, tiny splatters here and there, but the star of the show is a lime green handprint wrapped around his throat (Jaemins probably). His black sweats also had paint on them, but his combat boots didn’t have a drop of color. If he expected to get out of the frat with them looking spotless, he had another thing coming.
“You do know the theme is neon?” His voice jolts you back into reality, and the blush that was gone finds its way back to your throat and cheeks. You were literally sitting in front of the mirror with a neon pink bralette on, why was he asking you this? Slightly, you nod. “Then why are you staring at me? I know I’m not ripped like Jen or Jaem, but come on, I can rock the dad bod!”
“Haechan. Take this with a grain of salt, but you have a decent body.”
Automatically, the compliment goes to his head, “Wanna see all of it sometime?”
Yes, please.
“No.”
A cheeky smile forms on his lips, “Thought so…”
“I’m actually surprised you’re going. Don’t you have a video game competition or something?” You stand up from your spot in front of the vanity and grab your leather jacket that was laying on the rack beside it.
“I can’t pass up free liquor. You know this.”
For some reason, your outfit seems like its missing something, and desperately your eyes are searching for it… ah! A necklace. You couldn’t go in a frat without some form of jewelry. Unable to reach behind yourself and clasp it, you hold it out to Haechan who doesn’t hesitate to grab it and push your shoulder, so your back was to him. “So, the plan is to get hammered?”
Tender fingers brush aside your hair, a spark igniting in the pit of your stomach. You feel almost giddy at his touch, and you’re not sure you entirely hate it. You anticipate more, and he doesn’t disappoint. His hands reach around your throat, the heavy pendant resting at the base of your throat while his fingers work at the nape of your neck to clasp it.
“The plan is to get absolutely drunk, find a bad bitch and fuck her till the entire house knows my name.” His voice is low, dropping right next to your ear, and the air blowing from his lips makes your shiver into his touch at your neck.
“S-Sounds like a good plan.” you whisper.
What was this boy doing to you?
“Wanna help?”
“H-Help? Help with what? Help you?”
He backs away, hands held out in front of him and a smile cracking his features, “Yeah. Wanna help me find a frat bunny?”
I’m right here.
“Oh, uh, sure.”
“Perfect.” He starts to head out before turning back to you, “You didn’t think I was gonna ask if I could fuck you… did you?”
Your response comes out suspiciously fast, but Haechan had pregamed before stopping at your dorm, and he definitely didn’t catch it, “No! I would never! You’re like… really fucking gross. Sorry Hyuck.”
“Ahhh, theres the Y/N I know!” he claps you on the shoulder, “By the way, Jeno and Jaem are waiting in the car downstairs so hurry up.”
With that, he’s gone, the slamming of the front door resonating deep in the pit of your stomach, your nerves buzzing, and every muscle tense.
This was going to be a long night.
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People were already throwing up in the bushes by the time you and the boys arrived, but you’d rather wade through puke than sit in Jeno’s car a second longer.
The entire ride to the frat house was a mess. From being squished between Jaemin and Hyuck, thanks to Jeno reserving the front seat for his precious bottles of Smirnoff and Hennessy (Seriously, he wouldn’t move them. He even buckled them up in case he crashed the car. As if the bottles wouldn’t break.) to having one of said bottles passed around the backseat and promptly spilled all over your upper body; you couldn’t take it anymore.
Unfortunately, the situation was made worse by Haechan's actions. As the cold alcohol spilled all over you, his hands peppered over your body, gliding through the sticky liquid that was rapidly drying. When he touched the lace of your bralette, his fingers inadvertently brushed against your nipple, reigniting the warmth in your stomach.
You really hoped he hadn’t noticed.
Jaemin, on the other hand, kept shoving his arm around to try and garner your attention towards his phone, which had pictures of sorority girls pulled up.
“Which ones should I take back to my place tonight?” He kept asking you, again and again and again until you and his minty breath were quite acquainted.
Needless to say, you wanted out.
So, when the car came to a screeching halt along the sidewalk, you were all but climbing over Jaemins lap to get the door open.
“You know, I’ve always wondered what it’d be like to have you all over me, but this isn’t what I meant.” The flirtatious jokes from Jaemin were already starting, but he wasn’t the target tonight, Haechan was.
“Sorry, Haechan’s body odor was starting to get to me.” You send a warm smile to the boy clambering out of Jeno small coupe behind you.
“I literally haven’t even started being mean to you yet, why are you throwing insults?” Haechan stands tall, the heels of his combat boots making him tower over you, “And I’m wearing old spice anyway, this shit lasts ages. You must have been smelling Jaemins dick… I heard it’s quite overused.”
The pink haired boy whips around, hands shoved deep into the pocket of his sweatpants, “Why are you mad I get more pussy than you?”
Jeno thrusts a bottle of alcohol into you and Haechans hands, leaving Jaemin empty handed, who looks at you with a pout. You uncap your bottle, a dark thing of Hennessy, and pass it to him.
Haechan snorts, “Not mad, just annoyed that you keep me up all night with your grunting.”
Jaemin passes the bottle back to you and gives you a wink, but he doesn’t say anything else. Instead, the four of you start walking through the grass and up the steps to the frat house.
The front lawn was littered with red, plastic solo cups, ping pong balls, and empty beer cans. Toilet paper hung around a poorly spray-painted piece of cardboard that read, ‘welcome to the jungle’. College students hung around the porch smoking cigarettes and weed, and somehow a joint ends up between your fingers before you’ve even reached the front door.  
“Wanna shotgun that?” Haechan smirks, wiggling his eyebrows when you shove the loosely wrapped blunt between your lips.
Inhaling takes a minute, the burning sensation of the weed filling your lungs and immediately reaching your bloodstream. You blow the smoke directly in Haechans face as a way of declining his offer, though pressing your lips against his and sharing a smoky kiss sounded real good right then.
He waves a hand in front of his face, “Fine. I see how it is.”
Whoever handed you the blunt plucks it out from between your fingers before you can pass it to Haechan and disappears around the side of the house.
“Well, that was mean.” Jaemin sighs defeatedly.
“I’m pretty sure Renjun is inside selling if you want to buy something off of him.” Jeno shouts over his shoulder.
“Fair warning though, he doesn’t roll well.” You spit tiny green pieces of marijuana onto the front walkway and cringe at the taste. There was a reason you didn’t like edibles.
Jeno just nods to the freshman pledge assigned to door duty (a scrawny boy who went by the name of Shotaro) and shoulders the front door of the house. Immediate booming bass finds your chest and rattles through you, the smell of spilled alcohol and cheap drugs clouding the house in a thick smog. Black lights hang from the ceiling, the people loitering near the entranceway glowing brightly in neon oranges, blues, green, yellows, and pinks.
You vaguely notice a few of the brothers roaming around passing out beers to the partygoers, but one in particular notices the four of you crowding the entrance and discards his last beer to a random girl at his side before jogging over.
“Jae!” Jeno and the brother lock hands and embrace, slapping each other’s backs in a way that looked painful.
The only reason you had gotten into the frat parties all year long was because of Jaehyuns and Jeno’s relationship – they were on the hockey team together, and brothers.
Jung Jaehyun was a senior, the head of the most popular frat on campus, NEO, and Jeno’s half-brother. You’d never really interacted with him, but from what you heard, he was a nice guy with an even nicer girlfriend, and they were head over heels in love with each other. You didn’t see her around anywhere, not that you would know what she looked like.
“Looking for someone?” Haechans voice, gravelly and low, finds your ear and makes you shiver despite how hot it was in the house. You hated the way he made your body feel, but not as much as you should have.
“You’re about to be looking out of one eye if you don’t back the fuck up.” Hostility was not your strong suit, but Haechan just drug something out of you.
“Jesus Christ, you need to drink. You’re so much better drunk. A lot nicer.” He smiles down at you, the corners of his eyes crinkling, and you can physically feel your heart beginning to melt.
A little voice in the back of your head is telling you to say, and you’re so much better when you shut up, how about you put that mouth to use between my legs?
But you refrain.
It’s very hard to refrain.
You almost slip.
That is, until you realize Jaehyun has since walked away and left the four of you to party how you please.
“Okay. I’ll be staying sober. Well, as sober as a good couple blunts make me. Please try to stay in the house, it makes it so much easier when it’s time to go and I have to round you jack offs up.” Jeno smirks, handing his bottle of alcohol to Jaemin who gladly takes it.
You’re surprised he hasn’t already gone looking for someone to fuck, it was well known that him and Jaehyun didn’t particularly get along. Something about Jaemin fucking Jaehyuns ex… you didn’t know the full story.
Jeno grabs Haechans bare shoulders, “Please, for the love of God, do not jump in the pool again. Last time you almost drowned and I don’t feel like planning a funeral for your sorry ass.”
“I make no such promises, but I will try my best.” The younger boy beams.
“Alright, go have fun, and try not to catch a STD. I’ll be over with Renjun if you need me.” And with that, your friend Jeno breaks from the group, his neon painted bare back shining brightly amongst the crowd right before he fades in.
Jaemin breaks off almost immediately after chugging the bottle of alcohol Jeno had given him.
Haechan, who wasn’t one for parties and usually stayed holed up in his dorm room playing video games all night, sways by your side awkwardly.
“Aren’t you gonna go find a frat bunny to fuck?” You shout over the blaring music.
He looks almost nervous when he shifts his gaze to you, “I don’t really see anyone of interest… except you of course. Wanna go fuck in the bathroom?” A shit eating grin blinds you right before he lifts the Smirnoff bottle and takes a swig, finishing it with a grimace.
Wouldn’t it be nice to say yes and get his part of the challenge over? Fuck, how you wanted to grab his hand and drag him to the nearest bathroom, but frat parties weren’t the place to hook up, and you wanted to take your time with him anyway.
“I wouldn’t let you touch me with a ten-foot pole.”
“You’re telling me you don’t wanna hit this?” He rubs his free hand across his chest and stomach, dipping it so far as to drag down a bit of his sweatpants. A strong V-Line peeks out and you almost choke on air, eyes bugging out of your skull.
“Keep your fucking clothes on Hyuck.” You sputter.
He cocks an eyebrow and reaches out for your hand, which you hesitate to take. What was he doing? Was he trying to bring you into the nearest bathroom?
All he does is tug you towards the main room, an open area full of students dancing, drinking, and smoking, “Interesting… Come on, let’s party.”
The feeling of his calloused fingers enlaced with yours was enough to send your mind spiraling deep into the thoughts that plagued your dreams – like what it would feel like to have them wrapped around your neck, or shoved between your thighs, maybe even down your throat. 
Mentally, you tell your brain to shut up (it always did get slutty in these environments).
“Y/N!!” A girly voice shouts off to your left, dragging both you and Haechans attention. Lisa, a girl in the same major as you, who you’ve known for a couple years now, is barreling toward you and the boy you’re linked hand in hand with. She shoves a few partygoers to the side, an opened beer can in her hand which she’s cautious enough not to spill.
When she finally makes it to your side, her eyes dip down and make note of your hands crushed together, a freshly waxed eyebrow popping up in question at you. Immediately you yank your hand away from Haechan, who glares in protest but doesn’t say anything.
“I didn’t think I would see you here!” She’s beaming head to toe and slings a paint splattered arm around your shoulders.
You smile back, “Jeno made me come.” She’d had a crush on Jeno for ages, and from the look on her face at the mention of his name, it still existed.
“Oh, he’s here? I didn’t even know!! I need to go find him asap.”
“Well yeah, it’s his brothers party and all…” Haechan pipes up from beside of you, nervously biting at his nails. He always chewed his cuticles unrecognizable.
She looks up at him with a weird expression before extracting her arm and turning to face you, her back to Haechan, who sneers and throws up a middle finger in her direction. It makes you chuckle, but thankfully she doesn’t question it.
“Well, a bunch of us are playing games upstairs if you wanna join.”
You start to say no, but you can tell in her eyes that she wasn’t going to take that as an answer, so you nod your head, “Sure.”
A squeal so loud heads turn, erupts from her mouth, “Good!!! Ima go find Jeno and then head up there. I’ll see you soon.” And with a kiss to your cheek, she’s gone.
“Well, guess we’re playing games.” Haechan huffs, reaching for your hand now that she was gone, “I hope it’s spin the bottle so I can kiss you.”
Me too.
Rolling your eyes, you start towards the stairs, “Haechan?”
“Yeah?”
“Shut up.”
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Haechan didn’t shut up.
In fact, he kept his mouth running all the way up the stairs, through the bodies loitering in the hallway, around a puddle of puke, and into the makeshift living room Lisa must have set up.
Not like you were paying much attention to what he said anyways. Instead, your mind chose to focus on the way his back looked in the dim lighting of the frat house. Underneath a layer of pretty tan skin, the boy was all muscle, stretching and tensing when his lithe legs carried him up the inclined stairs. And when he turned around to make sure you were still following him, despite his hand being attached to yours, you notice the muscles carried all the way around to his abdomen and torso.
Because the house was hot and humid, the paint splattered on his chest was fading and streaking. The neon paint dripped down his body, with some even dribbling into the waistband of his sweatpants. The idea of the paint staining his v-line creates a sensation of warmth in your stomach.
You wanted to see him naked so bad and it made you mad.
What happened to the boy who stayed in his room every day and barely touched vegetables? What happened to him being a friend and just that? Had one night of drinking skewed your common sense? Or was this just a side effect of the challenge you were doing?
Whatever, he’s fucking hot and he has a big dick, you argue with yourself, images of what you saw on his phone flashing through your mind.
Haechan getting his dick sucked by some random girl, forcing her to deepthroat and then whimpering.
The thought alone almost makes you steer him into the nearest bathroom, but the makeshift living room comes too soon.
“I literally can’t get rid of you.” Jaemin perks up from his spot on the floor, bottle of liquor tucked away in his lap.
“Talk to Lisa.” You shoot back flatly.
As you glance around the room, you realize that the only person you recognize is Jaemin. While a few faces seem familiar, you can't recall their names or where you may have seen them before.
Hyuck guides you over to the circle where everyone is seated and takes a spot, leaving you to settle in opposite him. "Looks like it's just you and me," he says with a grin, displaying his gleaming white teeth. You can't help but wonder how they would feel against your inner thighs, and you unconsciously clench them together while crossing your arms.
You didn’t know how long Lisa and Jeno were going to be, or if she was still downstairs recruiting more players, but you’re lucky not to be left alone with your thoughts too long, because a couple minutes later, she, Jeno and Jaehyun (surprisingly) filter into the room, one after the other.
Haechan’s eyes cut to you, and he smirks, eyebrows wiggling in a stupidly suggestive way.
“Okay! Seems like we got enough players.” Lisa pipes up, taking the spot next to you that sat empty (thankfully no one had sat and tried to make acquaintance. you were too sober for that). Jeno sits off to your right, and Jaehyun takes the spot next to Haechan.
Jaemin leans in towards the circle, appearing invested as he asks, "What game are we playing?" His gaze travels up and down Lisa's body, and he licks his lips. You roll your eyes; of course, she was the one he was after tonight. Too bad her eyes were on Jeno.
She gives a short giggle before replying, “How about seven minutes in heaven?”
A low murmur ripples through the circle but affirming head nods set the game in motion.
Honestly, you find the game awkward and childish, something played in your early high school years, but maybe the universe and luck would be on your side tonight.
Wasn’t the whole point of tonight to get into Haechans pants? This silly little game was the perfect opportunity.
He seemed to be on the same wavelength because one glance and you see him making kissy faces directed at you.
Why the fuck was he so weird?
And why did you want to crawl across the circle and kiss him?
“Great, can we use that bottle Jaemin?” Lisa asks, and he’s quick to shove it in the middle. He must really want her to come home with him tonight if he’s giving up his alcohol that easily – or the bottle at least.
Lisa takes a finger and spins the bottle, the handle flying around so fast it looked like a blur. You hold your breath, silently praying it doesn’t land on you. You could probably hear a pen drop in the room (plus the thumping bass coming up through the floorboards).
It comes to a standstill, pointing at a random girl you’ve never seen before. She looks nervous, but that was to be expected, right?
Lisa spins the bottle again and you thank your lucky stars when it lands on another girl in the circle.
Two girls down, about 12 of you left.
The next few rounds follow a similar pattern, with two unfamiliar people being chosen and then awkwardly leaving the circle. At some point Jaemin and a blonde headed bimbo filter off to surely fuck.
The game starts to feel pointless, but then the bottle lands on you.
Haechan immediately perks up from being previously slumped against a pillow. The bottle of Smirnoff by his side was slowly draining, and you could tell he was feeling it a bit. A rosy blush spread itself on his cheeks and his eyes shined bright. An eager look crosses his face when Lisa tips the bottle into spinning.
Whoever it landed on was going to be shoved in a tiny closet with you for the next seven minutes. Time ticked slow, your eyes following it’s every move.
Spinning.
And spinning.
And spinning.
And stop.
“No fucking way.” Haechan pouts.
Your eyebrows raise, a short, disbelieving laugh rushing past your lips. The bottle has landed between Jaehyun and Haechan, more towards the latter, but nearly dead set between.
“Well, who is it then?” Haechan urges, pushing himself up on his knees, “Cause it’s more towards me, so I think it’s only fair…”
“Maybe by a single degree.” Jaehyun argues, locking his eyes with yours and giving a lopsided smile.
It strikes you as odd that Jaehyun, who you're pretty sure has a girlfriend (Jeno had mentioned her once or twice), is even participating in the game. Despite this, he seems to be making eyes at you, smiling with deep dimples and winking. You just stare back at him, causing the tips of his ears to flush red. You weren’t going to be the cause of a scandal if he was, in fact, still dating that girl.
So the dilemma (that wasn’t really a dilemma) dawns on you. Your best friend or the boy who (maybe) had a girlfriend? You contemplate storming out of the room and forfeiting the game – but what was the fun in that? And anyways, Haechan looked like he was getting antsy.
“Come on Hyuck.” you grumble, pushing yourself up off the dusty floor and slipping out into the semi-crowded hallway. The boy eagerly follows on your heel until you’re shouldering a random door and slipping into a dark room.
It feels much bigger than the closet you were envisioning, though where was the fucking light? Both of you search the walls to no avail. Faintly, you see the outline of a bed and walk over to it, dropping down on the sunken mattress – Haechan following your lead.
“What a coincidence that it’s you and me. I mean, I knew you wanted to fuck me, but seriously, how did you rig a spin the bottle game?”
In this moment you’re glad for the darkness enveloping the room – then he wouldn’t see the shock and embarrassment flooding your face.
Defensively, you shove his chest, “Shut up. I didn’t rig the game.”
The smirk is almost evident in his tone, “Oh, but you do wanna fuck me?”
“No – Haechan I wanted to play a game. Of course fate would give me your ass.”
“Maybe fate wants us to hook up.” he murmurs.
I’d agree with fate then, you think.
A million thoughts flood your mind in a millisecond. How convenient it was that you were stuck in an empty room, with a bed, with Hyuck – with a shirtless Hyuck. The dim lighting outlines the contours of his chest, and you can feel yourself clenching your thighs together for what felt like the umpteenth time.
“Would you like that?” You whisper, slightly leaning closer to him. He wasn’t that far away. Maybe a foot at most.
“Is the sky blue?” He retorts, ever so slightly leaning into you too.
You roll your eyes, “Is that a trick question – because it’s nighttime right now and the sky is black.”
“I don’t know, maybe you should kiss me and find out.”
His voice is lower than normal, which surprises you. But not as much as the statement. You knew he was like this – forward and flirty. Though it’s different when you actually want to reciprocate.
Time slows down and the electricity of the moment surrounds you two. His lips are inching towards your own, long, slender fingers grabbing your thighs.
Fuck, it’s happening – Everything you’ve been dreaming about for weeks on end. How did this happen so fast?
You can smell the alcohol on his breath – wondering if he’ll taste sweet like brandy.
“Hyuck…” you whisper, “ I-“
Light and sound flood the room, startling the fuck outta you and making you jump three feet back into the headboard.
“Oh shit –” the partygoer curses.
The girl on his arm giggles, “’m sorry. Didn’t mean to barge in on you two!” They slam the door, and the muffled sounds of the party bring you back to the present.
Yellow spots cloud your vision as you fumble to stand up, almost tripping over what you can assume to be a backpack.
You swallow thickly, “Let’s go back downstairs.”
“I’ll meet you down there.” Haechan whispers, one hand running through his hair, “You go on ahead.”
Without another word, you slip into the hallway and slink down the stairs – into the hands of hundreds of drunk college kids. You see Jaemin taking shots and Jeno smoking it up with Renjun.
What the fuck just happened.
And why did I ruin it.
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After a good twenty minutes away from each other, you realize he was the only person who you cared to hang out with. So, you found him utterly intoxicated on the kitchen floor and forced him to dance with you.
Well really you just forced him off the kitchen floor which he really didn’t want to leave, but once he was up and moving, he took you by hand and made the night worthwhile.
Now two hours later, with most of the alcohol Jeno had supplied gone, all you can think about is sucking Haechans dick.
It’s because of the way he danced (and smelled, and looked, and…). His hands reach out and greedily grab at your waist, fingers twisting through the empty belt loops of your jeans. A bit of the paint he had on was smudged against you, thanks to him pulling you into a bear hug earlier in the night.
He was drunk, and it made him extra touchy. Though you didn’t mind, in fact, you welcomed it now that your resolve was slipping. So, when he pushes you against the wall, one hand held high over your head, his other circling your jaw, it’s no surprise that your heartbeat goes wild. A blush rises hot on your face; his eyes finding yours and piquing with dull amusement.
“I gotta tell you a secret-” he slurs, swaying in your arms. He thinks for a minute before putting a hand over his mouth, “Wait, I can’t tell you.” When you don’t respond, instead, electing to stare at him in amusement, his lips jut out into a pout, “Why don’t you like me?”
One of your hands pushes against his slick with sweat chest, “I do like you?” Your breathing becomes labored when his lips pull back in a sloppy grin.
“You like me? You like me!!” Haechan teeters a bit to the left, almost falling into another couple that were vigorously making out, “They need to get a room… we need to get a room.”
We had a room.
“We need to get a room?” You question, eyes widening when he leans in so close he’s only an inch away from kissing you.
“Can I kiss you?”
It feels like the room comes to a crescendo, every sound clashing yet becoming silent at the same time. All you can think about is his mouth and how pretty and pink his lips are. How it would be heaven to meld into the strong grasp of your best friend. How the constant nights of intimate dreams of him weren’t enough to satisfy you. How you should have taken him up on his offer in that damn room.
How you wanted to go to that damn bathroom now.
But this was wrong.
The wrong time, wrong place, wrong everything.
You were drunk, he was more than drunk, and surely that would affect whether you thought he fucked the best.
From around his shoulder, you spot Jeno staring at you with a beer in his hand – so much for staying sober. He’s smirking, slightly chuckling, and cocking his eyebrows at you as if asking, ‘you gonna kiss him?’
“Haechan.”
The boy has gone from being semi coherent to humming some sort of song that wasn’t even close to the one that was playing.
“Haechan!” you shake his shoulder in an attempt to snap him out of the stupor, and suddenly he stands up tall.
“Y/N, I missed you!!! What are you doing here?” It was like he was seeing you for the first time.
He was too drunk to function. You should have expected as much, but you’re still slightly disappointed that you wouldn’t be able to go forth with your plan.
You sigh and grab his arm, the disappointment nearly sobering you up, “Let’s go find Jeno and get you home, okay?”
His eyes go frantic, “We can’t forget Jaemin! We have to find Jaemin!!!”
“Don’t worry Hyuck, I’d leave you here sooner than I would him.”
Maybe then I wouldn’t have the urge to ride you on the frats sofa.
“Meanie.”
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Steaming bags of takeout hang off your arm as you fumble to push your way through the unusually small dorm door.
“Hyuck! Jaemin!” you yell, hoping one of them would dart out of their room and help you with the load of cheap food you were threatening to drop on the ground. You shouldn’t be surprised when all is silent except for the smash of controller buttons and Haechans frustrated screech.
You wade through the mess that nearly makes you gag – piles of clothes, dirty socks and mud caked shoes. Books and pages of lecture notes litter the ground accompanied with crushed RedBull cans – evidence that Haechan did indeed leave his room at some point.
“Yo, you really need to clean this shit up.” you pantomime throwing up and toss the bags of takeout on Haechans dark blue bedspread that was actually made for once.
His back is to you, eyes trained on the video game he was playing, giving you a half-hearted grunt to acknowledge what you said. The too-big headset threatens to engulf his head, nearly sliding off as he jolts forward in the gaming chair.
“Fuck! Fuck! No… no… don’t… SHIT!” Exasperation floods his tone once the screen turns completely red and his character returns to the main lobby. “You guys suck ass.”
Without hearing their response, he shuts off his monitor and spins around to face you, who was patiently waiting on his bed, “Sorry. I woulda got the door for ya, but…” he gestures behind himself.
“It’s fine.” you mumble.
His eyes travel from your face and to the short ass skirt that was slung over your hips. Immediately your face heats up. Why was this awkward? Does he even remember what happened last night? How you almost kissed in some random frat bros room? Or how he had you pressed up against the wall, asking to kiss you. Does he remember the drive home? How he laid in your lap, drunkenly massaging your thighs? Surely he had to remember you tucking him into bed with the promise of takeout tomorrow night?
But when you look him in the eyes, you just see your friend eager to eat – not someone who you nearly fucked last night.
You clear your throat, “Um, where’s Jaemin?”
Haechan shrugs and starts sifting through the boxes of rice and pork cutlets, “He left early this morning. Said he wouldn’t be back until tomorrow. Bet that means he’s going to get some pussy.” He takes a bite of rice and speaks through the mouthful, “Twenty four hours though? That’s a long ass time for him.”
You snort and take the box of rice he was gesturing towards you, “Nah, that’s light work for Jaem. As long as he lets us know he’s alive, I think a sex bender might be best for him.”
“You know, he’s still mad that you wouldn’t let him leave with that girl last night.” Haechans laugh rings through the room, making you smile. He had such a pretty voice.
“He was drunker than the both of us combined.” You tear the end of a soy sauce packet and dump it into the container in your lap. “Speaking of, what do you remember from last night? Did you, like, totally black out?”
“Not much, just that you were coming over today.” He says through another mouthful of food.
Great, so he didn’t remember anything. How convenient for you.
“Well… you ended up peeing on this guy when we were leaving because you missed the bush.”
“I missed the bush?”
“The whole bush.”
“Oh my god.”
“I know.”
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The food was long gone, with empty containers flooding his trashcan that begged to be taken out.
You were bored.
Here you were, laying on his bed with a lowcut shirt and a fucking miniskirt, and he was back to playing his game.
For the past hour you tried to get him to join you, but to no avail. Who knew that your first target would be the hardest to fuck? How can you accurately judge how good he fucked if he wouldn’t even lay on the bed with you?
One last chance or you were leaving.
This was an all or nothing moment.
“I’m horny.” It was a declaration. A statement so bold, he turns ever-so-slightly towards you and raises an eyebrow.
“Excuse me?”
You scoff, “You heard me. I need to fuck someone or something.”
The squeak of his chair rings through the uncomfortably silent room as he adjusts himself. What was he thinking? Was he disgusted? Flustered? Did he feel the same?
“Well now that you mention it…” he swallows thickly. Was it hot in his room? Could you feel it too?
You push yourself up into a sitting position, “Come help me.” His dark brown eyes flutter, the tops of his cheeks dusting a light pink color, but he stays silent. "No smart reply? No sexual comments? Did I really fluster the Lee Haechan?"
He gets up from his gaming chair, almost toppling over in the process and spilling the can of Redbull he was clutching onto for dear life. "I am not flustered. " The mattress dips under his weight as he gets comfortable next to you, his gaze falling to the lowcut shirt you wore, "Can’t I touch them if you’re serious?”
His bottom lip juts out in a pout, obviously joking around (your boobs always seemed to be the butt of his sexual comments), but even still, you find yourself removing your shirt before you can think.
The look on his face is priceless, wide eyes almost bugging out of his skull, “I was kidding! Jesus Christ Y/N, put your shirt back on!” his voice has somehow pitched up two octaves, obviously taken aback, but for some reason his eyes remain open and transfixed. It looks as if he’s almost salivating, especially when he watches your nipples perk up from how cool he kept his room.
Reaching out a hand, you clasp his wrist and bring it closer to your body, “But I’m serious.” The bewildered expression never left his face, even when you had him cup his palm around your breast, and then when he took matters into his own hands and gave you a fair squeeze, which made you giggle.
“Am I dreaming? This must be a dream?”
You hop up on your knees, making your tits bounce in the process which drops Haechan’s jaw, “Not a dream, very much reality.”
Slowly and sexily, you crawl towards his seated position beside you, “I want you Haechan.” You breathe the words out slowly, giving him time to comprehend what the fuck his best friend just said.
Confusion flits across his face and he hesitates, “But Y/N…”
“But what? I want you. I want you to fuck me.” His pupils blew wide at the confession.
“Y/N… I can’t.”
Disappointment fills your heart and deflates your ego in a millisecond. You should have known. How could you be so stupid? Of course, he didn’t want to fuck you. You were best friends for fucks sake. It would ruin everything. Why did you even try? Because you were drunk and horny the night the challenge was first brought up? Pathetic, really.
Haechan must have seen the worry and doubt fill your eyes because all of a sudden, he’s grabbing your shoulders, “No, It’s… It’s not because I don’t want to,” His eyes wash over your half naked body, and he licks his lips, “Trust me, I want to…but I’m…I’m.”
Leaning in ever so slightly you whisper, “You’re what? Scared?”
It was a taunt, a tease, a challenge, and he knew it, but he just shakes his head, “Y/N… I’m a virgin.”
Now it was your turn to be shocked, completely taken aback by this new revelation, “You’re a… virgin?”
Pink tints his cheeks and collarbones peeking through his oversized t-shirt, and he hangs his head to avoid eye contact, “Yeah, I’ve never had… never had sex.”
“But you always say –”
“I talk a big game, okay?” The reply rushes from his lips, embarrassment kicking him in the ass, “Yeah I’ve gotten head before, and I’ve eaten a few girls out, but I’ve never had actual sex. It’s… just never happened I guess.”
Here you were, trying to seduce not only your best friend, but your best friend that has just told you he was a virgin. You were trying to steal a virgins innocence. How fucked could you really be?
To be fair, he always acted like he got hella pussy, you argue with yourself.
“Jaemin knows.” He mutters, as if it was of any relevance to the situation.
“Well,” You start, sitting back on your heels, “Here I am shirtless, asking you to fuck me…” His eyes flicker up and lock with yours, “What are you gonna do about it?”
Another challenge.
He did well with challenges, and this time was no different.
You continue, “Unless you believe the ‘only have sex after marriage’ bullshit –”
“Absolutely not.”
Greedy eyes search for an answer on his face, but there’s nothing, only a permanent blush and frantic furrow brows, “Okay, then do you wanna go back to gaming?”
“…No.”
He still isn’t advancing, just sitting with his hands dropped into his lap and looking at you with his wide doe eyes, “Then what?”
You sit there, watching as Haechan fidgets with his hands, clearly nervous about what comes next. The sexual tension that hangs between you two feels like a thick fog. You want him, and you can tell that he wants you too, but the knowledge that he’s a virgin puts a damper on things.
You don't want to be the one to take his virginity. That's a big fucking responsibility, and it's not something that you take lightly. You start to wonder if maybe you should just call it a night and go home. But then Haechan speaks up, his voice barely above a whisper. "I don't want to be a virgin anymore."
His words hit you like a ton of bricks, and you turn to look at him, really look at him for the first time since you arrived. He looks vulnerable, and you can see the fear in his eyes. But you can also see the determination. He knows what he wants, and he's not going to let anything stand in his way.
You take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. You know what you want too, but you also know that this is a big deal. You can't just jump into things without thinking them through. "I don't know if I'm the right person for that, Haechan," you say finally. "Taking someone's virginity is a big deal. It's not something to be taken lightly."
Haechan nods, his eyes still locked with yours. "I know. But I trust you, Y/N." His words make your heart skip a beat, and you can feel your cheeks heating up.
"Okay," you say finally. "Okay, we can do this.”
Somehow, the tables had turned on you; and this was getting a lot sappier than you had anticipated.
The awkwardness settles back into the room, Haechan staring at you with his doe eyes, the nervousness flitting about his delicate features.
It’s a beat – a short pause before he speaks so low you almost miss it, “You know I want to fuck you.”
“Then what’s stopping you?”
Maybe he’d give you a logical answer and you’d understand; put your shirt back on and let him get back to his video games while you silently scrolled Instagram.
But when was he ever logical?
And when were you ever one to back down?
Faster than you can register, he’s pushing your shoulders backwards until you fall breathlessly against his pillow. He climbs over top of you, his usual goofy smirk replaced with an intensity you both had felt the night before at the frat house. “Nothing’s stopping me.” His breath tickles your cheeks, “But I can’t tell if you’re fucking serious or taking a joke way too far.” A scoff rumbles in his chest, “I’ve damn near bared my soul to you tonight.”
“Not a joke-” you try to argue, but he talks over you.
“Ya know, just because I’m a virgin doesn’t mean you can treat me like a plaything.” his head lolls to the side, “Well I mean if you wanted to, you could – but that’s not the point..” He sighs, pressing his face closer to yours, so that you were almost nose to nose. One more inch and you’d be kissing him, “I’m trying to say that if this is a joke… I’m sorry, but I’m gonna fuck you.”
“I – Are you sure about this? You won’t regret anything in the morning?”
He scoffs, “Have you not been listening to me when I speak to you? I’ve been wanting this for ages,” Eyes, half-lidded with desire, wash over your exposed chest, “I’m not gonna regret a damn thing.”
The butterflies in your stomach flutter uncontrollably when Haechan dips his head and captures your lips in a kiss. All you can taste is the fizziness of the redbull he’d been drinking earlier, and something undeniably him. It was urgent and wet, lips sliding over yours to deepen the kiss, dribbles of spit smearing on your cheeks. He was messy.
“No regrets.” You solidify, breath hitching in your throat when his hands cup your breasts – his thumbs flicking over your nipples.
He groans, hips desperately pushing against you, “Let me eat you out.” he asks, though it wasn’t really a question because he starts to lower himself down your figure; pressing wet kisses to your chest. First it’s your collarbone, then the swell of your breasts, all the way down until he hovered right above your skirt.
Your head is reeling with how forward he was, “You’re kinda bold for a vir-”
He slaps a rough hand over your jaw, “If you even so much as utter that word, I’ll shove my cock so far down your throat you won’t be able to speak for a week.” Tauntingly, he quirks an eyebrow as if to dare you, “And anyways,” he continues, moving his hand up to ruffle your hair, “Just because I’ve never stuck my dick between a woman’s thighs doesn’t mean I don’t know how to please one.”
It was your turn to raise an eyebrow, in shock or contemplation of his words, you weren’t sure.
“Oh, don’t look at me like that baby,” Lust drips from his words like venom, the pet name rolling off his tongue a little too certainly, “Sitting up here playing video games has made me exceptionally good with my hands,” he smirks, “and I guess I’m naturally good with my tongue… I don’t know, you’ll have to tell me, yeah?”
Furiously, you nod your head, eyes wide and marveling at this side of Haechan. The one slightly out of breath and bursting with the need to taste you. He was hot. More so than you were expecting. You should pay closer attention sometimes.
He doesn’t waste time undoing your skirt. Instead, he pushes it up until it bunched at your waist, and pretty pink panties were the only thing blocking him from doing what he wanted. Hooking his fingers into the waistband, he pulls them down agonizingly slow. “So pretty.” he whispers.
Without hesitation, he flattens his tongue and licks up your slit, a low rumble building in his chest. You tasted exactly like he had imagined.
The contact makes you gasp, and you fumble around for something to hold onto – choosing his hair as the only viable option. One tug and he’s whining against your clit, hips pressing into the bed unbeknownst to you.
“Y-you like hair pulling?” You question, doing it again to test the waters. He doesn’t answer, just groans against your pussy, tongue swirling around the sensitive bundle of nerves. Strong arms hook underneath your hips and pull hard, until you’re sat right up against his face.
“Hyuck.” you whimper, legs shaking. He was relentless, nosing your clit and fucking you with his tongue – all but lapping at the embarrassing amount of arousal wetting the inside of your thighs. “Hyuck!”
He perks up, lips puffy and jaw shining in the dim light of his bedroom,  “What?”
You feel almost shy at his stare, a blush settling over your cheeks and burning hot at the back of your neck, “D-don’t wanna cum just yet.” You stutter out.
Surprisingly, he rolls his eyes, “Let me stretch you out a little bit, okay baby?” There’s no time for you to respond because two of his fingers press against your entrance and slide in with ease. Simultaneously he dives back in, teeth slightly grazing your clit.
“Fuck!” Your back arches up off the bed, hips rolling against his face. His fingers pump into you, the stretch leaving your thighs shaking.
“See baby, all done,” He slips his fingers out and gives you one final suckle, “God, I can’t wait to fuck you.”
Words are unattainable right now, head still reeling from how fucking good he was with his tongue. That’s where he’d gotten the most practice, but you weren’t expecting that. It was what – less than two minutes? Yet you were already fucked out, body buzzing with excitement. If that was just the beginning, what was to come?
While lost in your thoughts, Haechan rid himself of his shirt and shimmied his shorts down.
The video didn’t do him justice.
Yeah, he looked decently big on his phone screen, but after weeks of contemplation, you could only assume it was the angle.
Oh, how wrong you were.
His cock stood thick and heavy, proudly slapping his lower stomach when he moves to throw his clothes on the floor. It was red and leaking pre-cum, and your mouth waters. Oh, how you wanted to hop up and stuff him down your throat. You wanted to milk him until he was shaking and sobbing for you to stop.
But another part wanted him in you, now.
Deep lines of muscle were etched into his torso – contracting when he leant down to kiss you again. You can taste yourself on his lips, but that wasn’t what caught your attention. Haechan was whimpering; all but shaking against you. The vibrations shot straight into your veins like a drug and when he pulls back and sits on his knees, you almost moan.
You are no better than a man.
Watching the way he touches his body, so soft and careful; tugging at his cock impatiently while his eyes are transfixed on the way your pussy clenches around nothing – it sends a desperate signal down between your thighs.
“Enough!” You whine, “Want you in me.”
His trademark smirk appears on his face, “Okay baby… but..,” he chews on his bottom lip in hesitation, “… I don’t know how long I’ll be able to last..”
“I don’t care!” You wail, annoyed, “Fuck me.”
“So demanding,” He huffs, hands fumbling to push your thighs apart. Looking to you for reassurance that everything was alright, he appeared somewhat uncertain and hesitant.
“It’s okay, ” you breathe, gasping when he pushes the head of his cock against your entrance. “Hold my hand!” It was a statement to make him feel surer of himself, but deep down, you knew it was because you were just as nervous.
Shakily, his hand slides into yours and pushes it against the pillow next to your head. He takes a deep breath. This is silly, he chides himself, just stick it in! You’ve been dreaming about this forever! Be a fucking man.
Slowly, he pushes himself fully into you while still maintaining eye contact.
“Fuck!” you both curse at the same time. His eyes flicker in the back of his head, lips trembling when he bottoms out, now sheathed inside your warm cunt. It’s taking everything in him not to cum right there – and you know it too. He stays like that for a minute longer – not moving, just processing.
“Hyuck…” You whimper, resting your legs on his back. He mumbles a mhm, too focused on steadying his breathing, getting his bearings, finding the will to actually fuck you. “Hyuck, you have to move.”
“M-maybe we should use a c-condom.” He stutters, eyelashes fluttering and tangling together. The interlocked grip on your hands falters when you rut your hips up against him. “F-fuck, we need to use a condom.” His breathing is labored as he tries to gather everything he’s feeling and seeing at once. The way your pussy sucks him in, squeezing around his length just fucking right, the feeling of your nipples brushing his chest every time he bottoms out, and the wet kisses being pressed to the juncture between his neck and collarbone. It was making his head dizzy, and he can feel himself already about to – “I’m gonna cum if you keep, fuck – y/n, stop kissing my n-neck.”
Lost in the satisfying pleasure of him stretching you out, you hadn’t even realized you were kissing him – everywhere. Licking at the place just below his earlobe, suckling bruises into the honey gold skin of his throat, and nipping at his jaw. And every time your lips or tongue grazed him, he shallowly thrusted into you – too caught up in the sensations to get a steady rhythm.
You purse your lips in a pout, pulling your head back to rest on the pillow, and stare up at him, “Why stop if you like it.”
“Good p-point.” He stutters out, burying his head into the crook of your neck. Maybe that would hide the pink tinging his cheeks – the embarrassment. Or maybe it was because he wanted to be enveloped by you completely. “Fuck,” He groans, his cock dragging against your walls with a concentrated pace – like he wanted you to feel every inch of him. And if that was the case, he was succeeding. 
You mewl and moan every time he slips out of you, just to fuck into you deeper than before. Time doesn’t pass, you don’t register anything but the burning sensation in the pit of your stomach – one that catches you off guard. As you arch your body into his touch, your mind begins to cloud.
Words of praise spill from your lips uncontrollably, "You're doing so well," you murmur, and he whimpers. “So good Hyuckie,” You moan, feeling his head still buried in your neck. “Keep going, baby.” The encouragement rips a broken sob from his throat, but he keeps driving his cock between your legs. He couldn’t stop – how could he? You were like his own personal brand of heroin.
His voice comes out muffled when speaks, “Want you to- fuck.. need you to...” His fingers are trembling, jaw slacked as he forgets his train of thought, “Slow down, wait – I need you to, y/n.. oh fuck this.” a rush of air tickles your body as Haechan tightens his hold and flips you over; worming his way underneath your body so that your legs were now slotted over his waist, cock still pushing into you. “There we go,” he mutters.
The action sends your head spinning, and a squeal rips from your throat. “Woah!”
“Woah!” he mocks, bullying his cock into you at such a fast pace, you were battling to keep your balance. His hands held onto your hips so tightly, there were bound to be a few fingerprint shaped bruises tomorrow morning. But that didn’t matter – not when he was burying his length into you again and again and again, abusing your g-spot to the point you’re babbling nonsense.
Your thighs are quivering on either side of him, struggling to keep yourself bouncing on his cock. Equally shaky hands pepper his chest in an attempt to hold onto something as the fire in your stomach burns hotter. Every whimper, every sob, every moan that falls past his lips is like another burning ember – shooting and twisting through your veins.
“G-gonna cum, Hyuck, gonna – “ you mewl, clawing at his collarbones and shoulders.
A harsh slap lands on your ass as he continues to piston his hips up underneath you. Just hearing you say the words edges him even closer to his own orgasm, “Please baby, cum – shit, cum on my cock, you can do it.” He groans through gritted teeth. Another smack lands, “God, I know you can do it.”
Your eyes roll back as you completely fall apart – he never stopped fucking into you. Not even when you all but collapsed on top of him, heartbeat erratic and gasping for breath. Not even when you begged him to slow down, begged him to give you a chance to recover, maybe get into a different position.
“Just give me one second baby, fuck, I still need to cum,” Like a lightbulb went off, he perks, “Wait- where do you want me t-to cum,” He’s rocking his body into yours now, sweat rolling down his temple with the exertion of holding back. “An-Answer! I can’t hold it anymore you feel too fucking good.”
Swirled in your own euphoria, you barely register his words, yet you manage to whimper against his neck, “Cum in me Hyuckie, please, I’m on the pill.”
The permission is all he needs, but the nickname is what sends him straight into a head high that has him burying his cock deep in you and releasing. Strong arms wrap around your torso and pull you against his shaking body while spurts of cum flood your pussy. He sounds exactly like he did in the video he showed you a few weeks ago – like he was sobbing with relief. Whining and whimpering, lolling his head side to side as he fucks the last of his cum deep into you.
He tries not to move, he tries really fucking hard, but every time you twitched, it squeezed around him again and again – curses flying from his body as he tried to squirm away. He slips out of you quickly, cum smearing on his belly and all over your thighs, “That was…”
You can hear his heartbeat – almost as erratic as yours is, and he’s puffing air, trying to catch an even breath. Both of you are sticky and tired – worn the fuck out. If you tried to push yourself off of him, you think you might topple over, so you don’t. You stay locked in his embrace, listening to the way his breathing slows and chest thumps.
“That was what?”
He runs a hand through his hair, “Everything I’ve dreamt of.”
Giggling, you snuggle closer to him. Who knew he’d be the type to sweet talk after sex. With how much he boasted and teased, you thought he’d be more… you don’t know… arrogant? You liked this side of him though.
Ah, shut up! you think to yourself, you’re not falling in love with him, so stop.
Haechan was a friend no matter if he did just fuck your brains out.
“Gonna go to the bathroom.” you mumble. Anything to get away from him and the swirls of ooey-gooey feelings.  
Clambering off of him proved to be easier than you thought earlier, and the wobble to the bathroom was only slightly embarrassing. You thank God for privacy when you shut the door behind you.
As you look at your reflection in the mirror, you realize how much of a mess you are. Your hair is disheveled, mascara smudged and streaking, and your lipstick is smeared. Dark colored hickies scattered across your chest and collarbones. Despite this, you feel satisfied and content (Regardless of any stupid feelings that might be lingering).
Yet if Hyuck were to sneak in the bathroom behind you and beg for another round, you’d give it to him, no matter if the original challenge was a one and done kind of deal.
Your eyes widen into saucers… the challenge.
It was actually done – or at least partially.
You smirk.
Challenge 1/3 complete.
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Maybe you should have stayed the night, but you were gone before the sun peeked over the tree line.
Haechan was still faintly snoring when you had slipped out from underneath the covers, and he only slightly stirred when you accidentally banged your toe on his gaming chair. His parted lips, and tinged cheeks made him look like an innocent angel.
One that you corrupted.
As you hurriedly walk back to your dorm building, you can’t help but feel a little bit of guilt fluttering about your stomach.
“Was this really a one-time thing?” he had asked right before his eyes had fluttered closed.
You had sighed, fidgeting with a thread on his comforter, “I don’t know Hyuck… maybe… I – I don’t want to ruin our friendship.”
Perhaps his shoulders had deflated with disappointment at your response, but you’d like to think he was just tired.
“Okay, let’s pretend it never happened then. Everything can go back to normal and… and if you want, I’ll be here to satisfy you again.” He had grinned then, although rather grim.
“Deal.”
You shoulder your dorm door and drop your bag on the kitchen table before grabbing a water out of the fridge. Thirstily gulping, you realize that even though it was his first time, he knew how to wear you out.
Points for that, you think.
You quietly slip into your room and take a seat at your desk after tossing the crushed plastic bottle into the trashcan. This is the moment you've been waiting for - a chance to rate the very first boy in the challenge. You grab a stray notebook from a stack nearby, open it to a fresh page, and begin.
Points for doing good his first time…Points for multiple positions…Points for eating you out first…Points for being whiny…Points for being eager…
There wasn’t really a system for your rating, but you take a satisfied look at the number and nod your head.
Congratulation Hyuck, you’ve received a 7.4/10, you think.
Despite it being his first time, he did exceptionally well. Who else could have lasted as long as he did, said the things he did, or fucked the way he did. Slowly, you find yourself slipping back into the memories, a play-by-play from start to finish – until a ping from your pocket drags you out.
Your heart leaps up in your throat.
What if it was him? What if he was asking why you left?
When you pull your phone out from your back pocket, you sigh in relief. It was just Jaemin.
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You toss your phone onto your desk and slump against the chair. Jaemin didn’t press the question of why you were up… and hopefully he didn’t say anything during breakfast.
Pushing yourself upright, you dance through the laundry strewn across your floor and into the bathroom.
Despite what you said, you also had to wash the sex smell away. God, you were becoming just like Jaemin. Up at the ass crack of dawn to shower off cum and sweat and spit. Unexpectedly, you grip the shower curtain as a thought bounces around the inside of your skull.
Na Jaemin was just getting his dick wet… with Yeji, of all people. One of his recurring fwb situations.. But.. he was fucking her.
The video he had showed you the first night flashes through your brain. His cock thick and proud, pushing into the girl so fluidly, so rhythmically, so intensely. Until she squirted and he laughed. He had fucking laughed. You remember what he had said, “God you’re so fucking hot. NaNa did that, didn’t he? Mhm…come here pretty girl.”
And even though Haechan had pounded you into the next week, you feel yourself clenching around nothing.
Don’t worry Jaemin, your turn is next.
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writemekpop · 7 months
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Imperfect | Lee Jeno
Summary: You and Jeno make a list of everything you don’t like about each other. 
Genre: Established relationship AU, angst
Word count: 1k
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“You don’t believe in soulmates?” Jeno says, as you lie with your head on his chest. His fingers freeze in your hair, showing his shock. 
“I mean, you’re not gonna like everything about your partner,” you say.
“You don’t like – things about me?” Jeno says. “Like what?” 
Your breath falls short. 
“Not big things!” you say, struggling to dig yourself out of this hole. “Your aftershave! It’s a little… intense.” You suppress a grin. “Like I’m drowning.”
Jeno flops back onto the pillow. “Why didn’t you tell me?” 
“You’ve gotta have things you don’t like about me too!” you insist.
“I can’t think of any,” Jeno groans. “I’m too busy trying to smell myself!” 
You hug Jeno tightly, savouring the feeling of his tight muscles beneath your hands. 
“Let’s just make a list, okay? Whenever something bothers us, we’ll write it down, then at the end of the week, we’ll share. No fights.” 
Jeno smiles. “Good idea.”
-- One week later --
Jeno tries to snatch the piece of paper from you. “Just show me! It’s been ages...”
You wrestle the paper out of his hands. Your heart is racing. “One sec! Just making some – last minute – edits.”
You are desperately scratching half of your list out with a pencil – because you realised that Jeno’s list was just a tiny post-it note, whereas you had a full sheet. 
Jeno snatches the paper from your fingers. “A-ha!” Jeno says. 
He clears his throat dramatically. “Mis-matching socks. Too afraid to talk to the people at the store.” He sits down on the bed, a frown growing on his face. “Kind of ugly… laugh.” The paper starts to shake in his hands. “Sort of – a – crybaby.”
Jeno tries to fling the paper on the floor, but it just wafts slowly down. His chest is rising and falling fast. He scrubs his eyes furiously. 
“Hey! Don’t be mad!” you say, sitting next to him. “You wrote a list about me too. Oh, Jeno, please don’t be upset.”
Jeno glares at you, his eyes red. “I’m not upset. Because that would make me a huge crybaby, and you hate that.”
He storms out of the room. 
You scramble to the floor and pick up Jeno’s list, on its yellow Post-it. You read what is written on it. 
You sink slowly to the floor. You feel like a horrible person. You wish you had never been born. You finally found a good guy, and you stamped on his heart like it was nothing. 
List of things wrong with Y/n:
Nothing 
You’re perfect 
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You are crouched outside the bathroom door. Jeno has been in there for an hour. 
“Jeno, honey, please talk to me,” you say. 
“Get out!” Jeno yells. 
“You didn’t read the end of the list!” you say. “It says – none of this matters, because you’re the kindest, most passionate, most caring man I’ve ever met.”
You hear the lock clicking, and jump to your feet. 
Jeno opens the door, just a crack. “You don’t get it, do you?” His stare is ice-cold. “All my life, I was told that I wasn’t tough enough, brave enough, man enough. Until I met you, and you told me I was enough.” He shakes his head. “But you were lying.”  
He closes the door in your face. Through the door, you hear him say, “You know what hurts? The fact that I truly thought you were perfect. I was wrong. You’re mean, Y/n.”  
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For the next two weeks, you spend every day reminding Jeno all the reasons that you love him - but he still gives you the silent treatment. 
One day, when you and Jeno are eating dinner in silence, Jeno slapped a piece of paper onto the table.
“What is that?” you say. 
“It’s my list.” Jeno says. “For you.” He picks it up and reads aloud. “Wears too much makeup. Judgemental. Mean. Can never take responsibility in arguments…”
Each word feels like a slap in the face. You thought that Jeno was too sweet to notice any of that stuff, but you were wrong. 
You clasp his hand, as tears start to fall. “I’m sorry, Jeno. I’m gonna treat you better, I promise.”
Jeno frowns. “Wait. You’re not… mad?”
You shake your head. 
Jeno’s eyebrows rise. “You’re not gonna deny it? Or fight back?”
You shake your head. “No. These past few weeks, I’ve realised that I – I don’t like looking at who I really am. Because who I am is… ugly. But I’m gonna change.”
Jeno clasps both your hands in his. “Oh, Y/n.” 
He comes round the table and pulls you into a tight, warm hug. You have been craving his touch for so long that that hug restores you to life. 
“I love you, you stupid idiot,” Jeno says. 
“I love you, too,” you squeak.
“Now who’s the crybaby?” Jeno says, chuckling. 
You laugh through your tears. “Shut up.” 
Jeno’s smile is warm, all signs of anger completely gone. But you have a niggling feeling you can't quite shake. 
“Do you really think I wear too much make up?” you ask, too embarrassed to meet his gaze. 
Jeno scratches his head. “Maybe… I dunno, I think I was just lashing out.” 
You stay silent. 
“Y/n, I think you’re gorgeous, inside and out. Smoking hot. Ten out of ten. Definitely would bang.” 
You snort. 
Jeno smiles, eyes crinkling. “I’m sorry, baby. I hate it when we fight.” 
You bury your head in Jeno’s neck, touching your lips against his soft skin. You can feel his soft sighs against your ear. Heaven. 
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jenoslutie · 5 months
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phone fuck me | l.jn
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❥ Synopsis: Another night of you signing onto the website you find yourself on way too often, You decide maybe todays the day to take on the highest rated slasher on the website, Ghostface.
❥ Pairing: Ghostface roleplayer!Jeno x Reader
❥ Genre: Smut, Phone sex, Sex hotline (kinda),
❥ Warnings: Ghostface Jeno, Phone sex, Webcam sex, usage of toys, mutual masturbation, mentions of knives, jeno mentions using knife on readers throat!!!!!, lmk if i missed anything else oh and SURPRISE AT THE END?
❥ Word Count: 1.4k
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“Hello?” The sound of shuffling is all you could hear from the other line as you stare at the black screen, waiting for when you’ll see someone. Someone you paid to see. But before you could complain any longer, the screen lit up and before you was Ghostface. Well, someone dressed as Ghostface. 
“Oh sorry, Miss Y/N. I didn’t mean to keep you waiting.” There you heard it. The voice of none other than the voice from all the Scream movies you’ve watched. There was no denying the voice alone sent tingles through your spine. “That’s okay..” You replied quietly, already feeling nervous from only hearing his voice. 
“Can I ask you a question Miss Y/N?” The man asked to which you hummed in response. “Why’d you choose 1-800-SLASHERS? More specifically, why Ghostface?” It was safe to say the question caught you off guard, not expecting to be asked about why you’re here about to have phone sex with some random guy role playing as Ghostface. “Well” You started, trying to form the correct words in order to not embarrass yourself in front of Mr. Ghostface through the screen “You can say I’ve had a thing for Ghostface since forever”  The man chuckled at your response. 
“Can I ask you another question?” You realize that maybe he really enjoys getting to know his clients or maybe he’s just enjoying his time with you. “What’s your favorite Scream movie? Assuming you’ve watched all six of them” the question was too easy. There's obviously a right answer to that. “The first one duh! Tell me Billy and Stu weren’t easily the sexiest Ghostfaces in all of scream history.” The man chuckles at your response again, this time responding with something you definitely didn’t expect. 
“So you’re telling me, you’re into taking two Ghostfaces at the same time? A spooky threesome maybe?” hearing that mixed with the incredibly sexy tone of the voice modulator he had went straight to ur pussy. Spooky threesome? With TWO Ghostfaces? A girl could only dream. You chuckled at that “A girl can dream” You repeated your thought for him to hear. 
“Yeah? Why don’t you show me what you’re wearing and I’ll show you what I’m wearing? Hm? Show me that pretty body baby” You took a quick glance beside you, making sure there's nothing out of the ordinary around you besides the vibrator and dildo you had placed beside you. Once you made sure your surroundings were clear, you were quick to turn your camera on, angling it right under your face so it wasn’t in the view. You weren’t wearing anything particularly sexy as one would call it, just a pink lacy camisole paired with some pajama shorts but the quiet mumble of “fuck” that you heard from the other line could prove you wrong. You frowned at the lack of response from his side. “What about your end of the deal? Aren’t you going to show me?” Immediately, his camera turned on and you were gaped. The only thing he was wearing was a Ghostface mask. His toned chest and jacked arms were where your attention was at. You saw the sexy drop of his v-line, he looked like a greek god to say the least. 
“Like what you see?” He chuckled, rubbing a hand across his defined chest. You hummed in response, scooting further back from your computer so he can see your legs as well. “Can you take off those shorts for me baby? I wanna see what i'm working with” You were quick to oblige, sliding the flimsy silk shorts off your body and throwing them aside. Far too excited to see where this is headed. You’re almost thankful you chose to ditch the underwear tonight, allowing you to spread your legs open for the mysterious Ghostface man to see your glistening folds. “Fuck baby, pussy’s so gorgeous”  You see him throw his head back, his right hand sliding down somewhere under the view of the camera, using his left hand to push the camera back so his grey basketball shorts were also in the view, you didnt miss the way his right hand was stuffed inside his shorts, stroking his hard cock. 
“God I want your cock so bad” You whined, bringing your hand down to your pussy, spreading your folds open so he can see how fucking wet you were for him. “Yeah? You want to be here with me while I make you fall apart on my cock. Hold my pretty knife to your throat and see how pretty you look when you're all scared and turned on for me? You want that baby?” You could only moan as you nodded your head yes. 
“Fuck. Please, I need it so bad.” You rasped, feeling your arousal dripping down onto your sheets. 
“Go for it baby, show me how nasty you can get for me” you didn't need to be told twice, immediately reaching for your vibrator bringing it to your clit, feeling the intense vibrations coursing through your body all the way down to your toes. “Don’t forget to tell me when you’re close, angel, I can't wait to hear you scream.”  you could almost hear the smirk in his voice which sounded even sexier paired with the voice modulator. 
“Fuck, I wish that was me making you moan like that.” The man groaned, throwing his head back giving you a view of his adams adam bopping as he swallowed. “I wish it was you too, making me feel this good.” You hum, angling your hips to give him a better angle. “Fuck, I’m gonna come,” You whine, feeling your high approaching faster than usual. “Hold it.” He commands. 
That fucker. You’d mentally curse him if it weren't for how turned on you were right now, you’d do anything the man wanted and more. But still, you oblige, putting down your vibrator to give your poor swollen pussy a break until he speaks again. 
“Use your pretty dildo baby, ride it like you’d ride me if I were there. So needy and desperate to get me off or maybe I’ll slit your pretty throat with my knife. You want that?” You were too turned on to realize that you never actually told him that you had any toys with you. So you oblige, picking up your dildo and turning around so your back was facing him. Aligning the head of the dildo to your cunt before sinking down on it with a loud moan. You could hear his groans getting louder from your computer, making you even more desperate to show him how good you are for him. Bouncing harder than ever, making sure he could see your arousal dripping down the dildo, covering it in your juices. 
“That’s it baby, ride that while you wish it was my cock stretching you out so good” The man groaned, feeling his release approaching him harder than he’d like to admit. There was only one thing missing though. 
“I'm so close, fuck, cmon baby moan my name, say its Jeno who you wish it would be making you so nasty and desperate” And you oblige, moaning out his name loud enough for everyone in the neighborhood to hear and you heard him moan out loud at that, turning your head to see him fall apart all over himself, his head lolling back as white spurts of his cum landed on his chest, some even getting on his mask but that was a problem for future him. 
“Jeno! I’m so close. Fuck, Can i cum please? I’ve been so good I need it so bad” You could feel tears rolling down your cheeks as the pleasure felt too much to be edged again but to your luck the man you now knew as Jeno, hummed in approval. 
“Cum for me baby, show me how pretty you look when you cum for me” There was something different, he had taken off the voice modulator and his voice alone sent you over the edge, his deep voice mixed with the raspiness of it had you moaning out his name like no tomorrow. Feeling your orgasm all over your body, your body buzzing from the aftermath of the strong orgasm Jeno had just given you through a screen. 
“Fuck. that was-” You were cut off by a DING! Sound from your computer, similar to the one you heard when you joined the call. The camera loaded on to see another Ghostface?
“I heard someone wanted to be in a sequel?” 
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HELLO!!!! here is the Jeno fic for the 1-800-SLASHERS collab! the sequel, written by @jasminexox5 is linked aswell! i hope this fulfilled ur ghostface jeno fantasies as much as it could! feedback and comments are appreciated!
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moonjella · 1 year
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MASQUERADE — 00 LINE
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pairing || 00 line x fem!reader
synopsis || it's your first halloween at this prestigious school and with it is your first annual halloween masquerade. it's elegance and classiness mixed with the spirits of the young and drunk — a party like no other. but there is one rule : do not remove your mask. easy enough in theory, but in practise you find yourself to be the only prey in a room full of predators.
content || mature, minors do not interact! alcohol consumption. explicit smut — gangbang, unprotected sex, pulling out, cumming inside, cunningulus, fingering, blowjob, doggy style, riding, double penetration (spitroasting), anal play, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, petplay, petnames, degradation and praise, dom/sub dynamics.
word count || 6.9k
author's note || for @underworldnet’s halloween event — day eight : costume.
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“A bunny?” you scoff. “Really?”
“It was the only thing left in your size.” Shotaro explains. And in all honesty, it looks like the dress is two times smaller than anything you’ve worn before.
“I’m sure the fancy dress store would have had something better.”
“And I’m sure you know that this isn’t a party for five–year–olds. This isn’t fancy dress, it’s fancy dress. As a member of the committee, I can’t allow you into the party with me if you don’t follow the rules.”
“Maybe that’s the point,” you snatch the dress from his hands and throw it onto the bed. But you pick up the glamorous mask from the box he’d opened for you. This, at least, was something to admire.
A bunny mask, white with gems and lace dotted delicately across it with two white feathers poking from the top to act as ears.
“Come on,” he whines. “You promised you’d come this year.”
“I know I did but now that it’s a few hours away, I’m beginning to think it’s okay to break some promises.”
“You’d really break a promise with your best friend?” he gasps. It sounds like he’s only kidding when he fake sobs but it’s Shotaro and you know it means something to him deep down.
He’s your best friend, after all.
You tut and let out a quiet exhale.
“I’ll go,” you say to him. “But is there really nothing else I can wear?”
“I spent all day shopping to find your costume…” he pouts.
“Fine,” you huff. “Is there a reason I’m bunny?”
“Didn’t I tell you this year’s theme is animals?”
“I thought it was masquerade.”
“Every year is masquerade, dummie. But the theme changes every year, not many people go with the theme anyway. But I thought it would be fun for us to do it, since it’s your first time.”
“What’s your animal?” you ask him.
“I’m an otter.” He says with the biggest, dorkiest smile ever.
“An otter?”
“Yeah!” his eyes close up from how much he’s smiling and you can’t find it in yourself to question his choice further.
“This party’s a big deal, huh?” you mutter to yourself.
“I’ll pick you up at nine, ‘kay?”
You nod and wave him goodbye while he runs out of your room. You know in the few hours until the party, he’ll barely have enough time to get ready himself since he’s part of the committee.
Neither you or Shotaro were party people, but the annual Halloween masquerade is something he takes pride in — mainly because him and a bunch of his friends host it every year, but also because he loves the spooky season.
Though, you can imagine there’d be little festivities happening tonight.
With the kind of crowd at your college — a prestigious and expensive kind — the partygoers only care about drinking overpriced champagne and showing off their designer outfits.
It’s not that you never attended by your own choice. Shotaro invited you every year but last year you fell sick and the year before you were behind with assignments.
You feel worried, in a way. Sure, you’ve been to your share of parties. But this is the biggest party of the year. And your outfit seemed lame.
Tonnes of people go as bunnies, and the number of bunnies would be higher since the theme is animals. Oh well, you trust Shotaro’s choice.
You sigh as you look over the items on your bed.
The white dress, the embellished mask and a pair of white kitten heels — Shotaro knows you wouldn’t be able to handle stilettos for an entire night and you silently thank him for taking note.
You remind yourself to pay him in return for going shopping on your behalf as you get in the shower. Playing your favourite songs, you get ready with a bit of a lighter mood.
Since you’re wearing a mask, you don’t go too heavy on the eyes and instead focus on picking out the perfect shade of lipstick. And then you move onto your hair.
When you’re done, you slip into your dress, fumbling with the zipper as your arms reach around your back to pull it up. You put on your shoes and straighten yourself out in the mirror.
You look… beautiful.
White never looked so good on you.
No one in the entire campus has seen you show so much skin and you begin to tremble with bad nerves but a knock on your room door grounds you.
“You look amazing!” Shotaro looks you up and down with a huge smile.
He is donned in a brown tweed suit. His hair is slicked back and the upper half of his face is covered with a mask — rounded eyes and rounded ears and brown fur.
“Mr. Otter,” you greet him. “You’re late.”
“Only by two minutes,” he grins and picks up your mask before tying the ribbons around your head, making sure to not spoil your perfectly styled hair. “How are you feeling?”
“A little nervous, but I’m starting to feel excited.”
Although the pit of your stomach is a little wobbly, there is a thrilling sensation in your chest that outweighs it. it’s safe to say you’re not as reluctant as before now that Shotaro is here. He’s so happy to see you.
You can only imagine how excited he is for you to finally attend his party.
Maybe it’s the excitement of Shotaro escorting you, or the fact that it’s your first time going, but when you look in the mirror while he fixes your mask, you feel like a completely different person. And you like it.
Maybe just for one night, you could be someone else.
“Ready to go?” he asks.
Your hand slips into his naturally. “Yeah.”
“You remember the rule, right?”
“Don’t take off your mask.”
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The party is everything you imagined it to be, and everything you didn’t imagine it to be.
You’re in awe at the sheer elegance of it.
Sure, you’ve heard many stories about it. You never attended but it was no doubt a hot topic of conversation for days afterwards and people began looking forward to next year’s party immediately.
As you stepped into the hall, it feels like a new age ballroom for modern teens.
Like the old days of high society somehow met with drunken teen spirit of the twenty–first century.
You would be lying to say you aren’t impressed when Shotaro asks you.
Staring up at the dazzling chandeliers, Shotaro’s arm slips from your hold as he hugs some random guy. You don’t recognise him because of the mask he’s wearing, but he’s all green. His suit a dark shade of emerald velvet while his mask is a few shades lighter with textured snake skin.
His smile, on the other hand, is charming and completely unalike to a snake.
They exchange chatter and you don’t pay attention to their words until Mr. Snake lays his eyes on you. His pretty smile widens to show a perfect set of teeth.
Before he can introduce himself, you’re met with a handful of girls who’ve been excited to see you since you announced to them you’d be at the party. They whisk you away and you give a sorry wave to Shotaro.
You didn’t want to leave him so early but he cheers you on with raised fists.
You’re rushed onto the dance floor but you want nothing more than to peel away from the crammed bodies. For a few moments, you blend in on the border of enjoying dancing but you’d need a few drinks to loosen up first.
You escape the grasp of sweaty bodies wrapped in expensive clothes and slip away to the side.
If the party is this hyper right now, you certainly don’t feel excited for how much louder it will get in a few hours.
But then again… tonight’s all about letting go, right?
It wouldn’t hurt to join in with the chaos for one night.
Everyone’s wearing masks and you can barely recognise who is who unless you know them personally.
There’s a hint of fun among all of this.
The hairs on the back of your neck stand up and a gentle shiver runs down your spine. It’s thrilling. And you feel like everyone is watching — your body grows a little to elated to what you’re used to.
Backing away from the crowd, you walk over to the punch table.
You sniff it before drinking, registering a hint of alcohol hidden among the fruity taste.
If you wanted to get completely wasted, you’d have started with the champagne on the other side of the room but you settle with some surprisingly good punch for now.
You just needed easing up a little.
And it works pretty fast. Your shoulders slowly relax and the dancefloor doesn’t seem so daunting now.
You feel a timid buzz in your body and it becomes stronger when someone joins you at the punch table.
He leans his butt against it after pouring a cup and sips it while looking you up and down.
You feel yourself burst into flames under the gaze of… a bear?
“Bunny?”
You nod.
“Nice,” he smirks. “You’re missing a tail, though.”
You roll your eyes and sip your own drink while his eyes slip down your back to your butt where he would expect to see a plush ball of white fur. You didn’t think about it until now, but your mask and ears are enough to let others know what animal you are. A missing tail isn’t a big deal.
But the way Mr. Bear looks at your body is.
It’s a new feeling; you like it, but you also don’t.
Discomfort floods your body but at the same time, you don’t want the feeling to go away. You can feel the walls of your comfort zone breaking away little by little.
You sigh at the thought. You’re doing this for Shotaro, remember?
Speaking of, you glance around the room and spot him surrounded by a group of people. Always the social butterfly. You feel proud of him in a way, but it didn’t help that you’re too awkward to speak to anybody else in the room.
Small talk has never been your expertise.
“Enjoying the party?” Mr. Bear asks.
“Sure.”
“Just sure? Not this is the best party you’ve ever been to?”
“It’s not the worst,” you shrug.
He chuckles and takes another sip of his drink.
“You look like you don’t go to many parties.”
“I don’t.”
“Then why are you here?”
Now, who does he think he is interrogating you for no reason, hm? His bear mask is less than intimidating, but the smirk on his face when he sees you firing up is enough to unsettle your nerves.
He’s here to piss you off on purpose.
There’s no need to give him what he wants.
Just finish your drink and go to the dance floor, maybe find Shotaro and dance with him for a bit before leaving.
“It’s rude to ignore people. It would be a shame to see a cute, little bunny get into trouble with the big, bad bear.”
He scoots over to you as he says it and he makes sure to whisper it right into your ear.
You swallow, ignoring the way his breath floats over your skin and causes goosebumps to rise. You curse the dress for not being long enough to hide how your body reacts to him.
“Big and bad, my ass,” you scoff, hiding your nervousness with an attitude. “You’re as intimidating as my little toe.”
You roll your eyes. When is this loser going to leave?
“You here with anyone?”
“What?”
“Did you come here with a date or are you alone?”
“Why do you want to know?”
“Just curious if you had an invite.”
“First of all, I was invited. And secondly, if I didn’t, I wouldn’t choose to spend my night breaking into some dumb party.”
“You sound angry,” he hisses. “Maybe you should leave if you don’t like it.”
“I would but some asshole bear keeps trying to talk to me.”
He’s silent for a moment before asking, “Who did you come with?”
Your grit your teeth. All the work the alcohol had done to relax you had failed the moment this pretentious ass came along.
“I came with Shotaro,” you tell him.
“Shotaro?” he laughs. “You gotta be kidding. Do you really expect me to believe that?”
“Why not? Is it so hard to believe?”
“A little,” he admits, clearly becoming agitated with you. “How about I call him over so you can say it to him?”
“What are you—”
“Relax, Haechan” Mr. Snake appears in true snake fashion. He attempts to rub away the tension in Mr. Bear’s shoulders. “She’s with Taro. I saw them come in together.”
The bear bites back a remark and finally shuts up.
With the snake dude is another guy — dark hair and piercing eyes. It takes you a while but you realise his mask depicts a wolf.
“You’re YN, right?” he says. “Taro talks about you a lot.”
You nod silently.
“Shit… you’re YN?” Haechan brings his fist up to cover his mouth. You don’t know why he’s so shocked but him being stunned to silence works for you.
“I’m Jeno.” Mr. Wolf holds out his hand but you don’t take it.
He retracts it slowly and you look to Mr. Snake again.
“Jaemin,” he introduces himself. “And you know Haechan already, I see.”
The four of you fall into silence. After learning their names, you can’t say you know them. You don’t recall ever having classes with any of them.
“Are you enjoying the party?” Mr. Snake slash Jaemin asks.
“It’s fine,” you say plainly. “The company, however, is not.”
Your words cut through the air between you like a knife and you can tell they’re all taken aback. You’re not sure where this fieriness has come from but it feels exhilarating. Seeing them all look at you in surprise while at the same time, their eyes travel up and down your body.
Being set on fire by three different gazes is new but addicting.
You direct your attention to tracing the shape of the pumpkin on your cup of punch while they begin chattering to one another. It’s a little awkward and you’re about to leave before you’re knocked into.
Thankfully, your white dress doesn’t get stained but the white shirt of a tux turns red with the punch.
“Aww, man, my shirt!”
You step back immediately, not wanting any of the stains on you.
“I told you to watch it,” a familiar voice whines. Renjun appears donning a fox mask while patting down YangYang with some napkins. “Oh, hey YN. You look… good.”
You don’t miss the way his eyes stick on your body before looking away.
“Th–thanks…” you mutter.
Renjun is a quiet friend, but he always goes out of his way to speak with you. You have a few classes together and you get along well. But one thing you’ve always wanted to ask him is why he hangs out with YangYang so much.
Renjun is a sweet, calm and mature guy. YangYang is nothing but trouble. He’s loud and grabs attention wherever he goes. You try not to question their friendship much but as Renjun tries to clean the stain on the latter’s suit, you really wonder how their friendship came to be.
YangYang wears a mask with a pointed nose and eyes — an eagle.
Interesting choice.
Being surrounded by them all — all of whom are taller than you — makes you feel intimidated. They share glances between themselves; it’s awkward but no one says anything.
Renjun continues to help YangYang clean himself, Haechan starts whining again and thankfully, it’s not to you. And the other two, Jeno and Jaemin, deal with both Haechan’s annoyance and YangYang’s carelessness.
While they’re distracted, you take the opportunity to slip away and scour the floor for Shotaro. He’s further away now and you don’t look forward to fighting your way through the dancefloor to get to him.
You pull your phone from your purse and send him a quick text message. He checks his phone straight away and his eyes search for you as soon as he sees it and you give him a little wave. He smiles back in acknowledgement before his attention is stolen again.
The message reads: gonna head to the private room for a bit. I’ll come back soon
You head to the said room, looking back to ensure nobody saw you slipping through the back door of the hall and down the empty corridors of the building.
When you reach the room, you close the door quietly behind you.
The lights are already turned on, albeit dim. Somebody probably forgot to switch them off, maybe Shotaro.
He showed you his “secret” room a long time ago but you never visited it frequently until recently. He used it to plan for the party while you studied sitting next to him. No one else ever came when you were alone so you assume it’s an unused room.
Shotaro told you he sometimes comes here alone when he feels stressed, and asked for you to use it freely.
You collapse onto the soft couch; the plush, velvety material drags you deeper while you take off your mask and fling it onto the coffee table.
“So much for getting out of my comfort zone.”
You scroll through your phone until you’re bored and then spend the rest of your time laying in silence staring at the decorated ceiling.
Shotaro probably won’t have much time to come see you away from the party so you decide to head back.
But as soon as you stand, you hear voices growing louder. You stop a few feet away from the door, waiting for them to pass so you can leave only for the door to your room to swing wide open.
You jolt slightly, heart racing for some reason.
“Another shirt ruined. My mom’s going to kill me.” YangYang says as he enters first but stops in his tracks right in front of you.
The others bump into him subsequently.
“YN,” the wolf — Jeno — says. “What are you doing here?”
“I… I was just leaving.” You duck to the side to make a narrow escape but a big, tall bear stands in your way.
“Not so fast, little bunny. You know this is our room, right?”
You clench your jaw. What is it with this guy and trying to cause you problems?
“I didn’t know.”
“So you just go wandering into any room you like?”
“I…, no. Shotaro brought me here. He said I can use it whenever.”
“Oh, he did now?”
“Yes, he did.”
“Now, now children. Let’s not start getting into it again.” Jaemin says.
The others step further into the room and you try to leave again but Haechan still stands in your way.
“You gonna move or what?”
“Would you look at that?” he scoffs. “Bunny’s got a bite.”
If he doesn’t stop, you might actually bite him.
He steps closer and you stand up straighter when he looks down at you. He’s only inches away; he feels… addicting.
“Don’t act so brave, little bunny. Or the big, bad bear might gobble you up whole.”
You scoff.
“Not likely. The majority of a bear’s diet consists of vegetation.”
“Bunny’s got a brain, too.” Jaemin says from the couch. Your back is facing him so you don’t see him picking up the bunny mask you left on the table and waving it to the others. “But not a big one, apparently.”
The rest of them have settled comfortably in the room and before you know it, Haechan is grabbing you by the wrist and dragging you to sit with them.
“What are you doing?!”
“Can’t let you go back out there when you’ve broken the rule. The little bunny needs to be punished.”
“What rule?” you huff. “Let go of me.”
You’re more than surprised when he places you in his lap. Freezing up immediately, your eyes widen but the rest of them act like this is just a normal day.
“Did Taro forget to tell you?” Renjun asks, and then explains, “You’re not allowed to take off your mask.”
“What—”
“Be quiet. You’re annoying me.” Haechan says.
And that’s exactly why he has you in his lap, isn’t it? Being stuck here is definitely a punishment.
They begin yet another conversation, complaining about how exhausted they all are from organising the party.
“Wait, you guys are on the committee?”
“Duh.” Haechan mutters beneath you.
“We all host the party with Shotaro,” Jeno explains. “Every year.”
You take in the information slowly. Maybe you should have thought twice before dissing the party to them earlier. No wonder the man beneath you got so pressed.
Stuck in your thoughts, you fall into silence again before a tickle against your leg stirs you. Jaemin’s fingers trace little patterns into your skin. He meets your eyes briefly before giving his attention back to the others as if nothing happened.
They continue talking but you feel both Haechan and Jaemin growing closer to you.
Haechan’s breath flutters over your skin. He places his chin on your shoulder and teases you ear with his lips. Your too stunned to comprehend his whispers and Jaemin snakes his way closer to you.
The others are watching as the two slowly break down your walls and every nerve in your body is on high alert.
Jaemin’s hand travels past the hem of your dress and you gasp as Haechan’s lips finally touch your skin. He’s soft, gently breathing onto the skin of your neck before biting down.
“Ah!” you yelp.
Your body is hot while the others watch Jaemin rubbing your thighs and Haechan leaving marks all along your shoulder.
“What are you doing?” you whisper.
“Hm? Don’t you like this?”
You bite your lips. You do, but it feels so wrong to admit it.
The desperation takes over, and you nod eagerly. This punishment doesn’t seem bad at all.
“Use your words, bunny. Tell us you want it.”
“I want it.”
“What do you want?”
“You. I want all of you.”
“Fuck…” you hear Jeno chuckle behind you. “Who knew Taro’s girl was this desperate?”
“I…I’m not…”
“Don’t give us that crap,” YangYang butts in. His legs are spread wide on the couch and his arms across the back of it. “Why don’t you come over here?”
“Hey, I had her first!” Haechan whines.
“Fuck you. You’ve had her all this time. You wanna know how hard my dick is from watching?”
“Not my problem.” Haechan says and grabs you by the cheeks, slamming his lips onto yours.
Your mouth opens to his immediately, letting him inside and you feel warmth in every part of you, especially in your core. You rub your thighs together, fidgeting in his lap and ensuring you rock your ass against his hardening cock.
Jaemin is exploring you with him. His hands have snuck under your dress, cupping your ass while he attacks your neck with his lips.
His mask grazes against your jaw and his dark eyes look to you through narrow slits.
There’s something exhilarating about his face being hidden, all of theirs. Maybe it was a good thing you were the only one to break the rule.
Haechan lifts your hips and situates you exactly how he wants.
Your ass presses right onto his dick while Jaemin helps him spread your legs wide on either side of him. He drops to his knees, kissing his way up from your ankles to your inner thighs.
His lips tickle you and your core tenses.
“Mind if I take ‘em off?” He notions towards your white, lacey panties.
You nod, swallowing nervously as he peels them away. You can feel the arousal on the material when it parts from you.
“Fuck, you’re so wet…”
“Of course, she is,” Haechan kisses your neck. “She’s a slutty little bunny. Ain’t that right?”
He nudges you and you nod quickly.
One of his hands cups your breast while the other pulls your dress up, holding it against your stomach so no obstacles are left for Jaemin.
“You sure you want this?” Jaemin asks. You appreciate his sentiment but you’re too desperate for his niceties.
“Yes, please…just touch me!”
A filthy grin finds its way to his face before he dips his head and attaches his lips to your pussy.
“Ah!” you whimper.
Your back presses into Haechan as it arches and your ass grinds against his cock while you rock your hips back and forth against Jaemin’s face. He grabs your thighs, holding them tight around his neck while he licks and sucks.
He drags his teeth over your clit gently, causing you to cry out from the feeling. And then he rubs his tongue up and down, electrifying your entire body.
You feel your orgasm approaching when he shoves two fingers into your pussy with ease. You’re so fucking wet and he spreads you open while tasting your sweet essence.
Pleasure hits you, blinding your senses and your body trembles in Haechan’s embrace. You’re gasping and crying, begging for Jaemin to not stop and finally your hips stop moving.
You collapse onto Haechan and catch your breath. Upon opening your eyes, you see them all staring at you with mouths wide open.
“You sound so pretty…” Renjun mutters.
Some of them stroke their boners over their slacks, others watch quietly, waiting for the next move.
“My turn.” Haechan flips you onto the couch. Your shoulders meet the cushions while your ass bends upwards. You shuffle into a more comfortable version while Haechan rips off his belt and pulls out his cock.
He hisses when he strokes it a few times.
“God, you’re so hot…” he whispers. “Gonna fuck you so good.”
You moan into the cushions while he prods your entrance.
“Wait,” Jeno calls.
“The fuck do you want?”
You turn your head to see Mr. Wolf reaching into his pocket and making his way to you. He talks directly to you, ignoring Haechan completely.
“Now’s a good time to tell you about the little gift Shotaro bought you.”
He reveals a fluffy white ball. You’re not sure of its purpose at first until you see the rounded metal hidden beneath all the fur.
Your eyes widen in shock.
“Shotaro got me that?!”
“He pussied out last minute and gave it to me instead. But it was meant for you.”
“Why the hell would he give it to you?” Renjun asks and Jeno shrugs while the others laugh.
You swallow grimly, eyes not leaving the toy.
“How about we give our bunny a tail?” Haechan grins.
His voice is so sickeningly annoying but you can’t get enough of it.
“What do you say?”
You purse your lips in thought.
Did Taro really get you that?
What did he mean by it?
Does he… want to have sex with you? Or was it only meant to as an accessory to your costume?
You don’t have time to think about it and you brush the notions away quickly with a nod.
“Bunny wants a tail.” You whine cutely, pouting your lips as you look up at him.
You hear one of them groan and Haechan grabs handfuls of your ass, spreading your cheeks and spitting between them. His fingers rub gently, spreading his spit.
Meanwhile, Jeno bends down to your level.
“Open wide.”
You part your lips and stick out your tongue, letting the saliva dribble. He rubs the metal part of the ball up and down, coating it in saliva before ordering you to suck on it. Whispers of curses fill the room as you make the most needy face you can while sucking on the toy.
“Good girl,” Jeno strokes your hair, tickling your scalp with his fingers.
The plug pops from your mouth Haechan holds you open while Jeno slips it in your ass.
“Relax, baby,” he rubs your body to ease. “There we go. Almost there.”
He teases it in and out of your hole until you’re ready to take it fully and then he pushes it in. You whine from the sensation but the feeling of being filled is incredible. You shake your ass teasingly and both of them grab it, leaving a red mark from a slap.
Haechan wastes no time in fucking you. He pushes into your pussy, guiding your hips onto him with eagerness. His cock spreads you open and he stutters vocally.
“Ah, you’re so fucking tight…”
You whine in response and push your hips back and forth with him, allowing him to dive in deeper. Your walls wrap around him and he stills for a moment when he’s fully situated.
“Fuck, Haechan!” you cry. “Feels so good.”
“Baby, I’m not even doing anything.” He chuckles and the others laugh with him. “You’re such a little bunnywhore, ain’t ya? So desperate for my cock.”
“Yes!” you cry out. “Please, Haechan, want you to fuck me so good.”
“What was that? I don’t think the others heard you.”
“Please! Fuck me real good, Haechan. Wanna be fucked like a little whore!”
He drags his cock out slowly before slamming back in.
“What a slutty little bunny.”
You moan into the cushions, not caring if they become covered with your drool and makeup. You can only feel Haechan’s cock driving in and out of you and the heated gaze of everyone else on the two of your bodies.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum already.” Haechan says and you clench around him. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
He thrusts a few more times before pulling out and jerking his cock over your ass. His hot cum hits you in spurts and you wiggle your hips side to side while he groans and empties his load on you.
“Fucking perfect…” he whispers and falls onto the couch.
“Who’s next?” Jeno asks.
You rise up on trembling arms and all of them are silent, but expectant. You crawl over to the one closest to you, Renjun.
He seems nervous, swallowing loudly when you touch him.
“Renjun…?”
“You… you don’t have to YN.”
“But I want to.”
You kiss his ears, his neck, his lips. Your hands sneak under his blazer and trace his hard body over his shirt. He nods shyly.
“What do you want me to do?” you ask softly.
“You…” he gasps and throws his head back when you squeeze his cock. “Your mouth. Use your mouth.”
You fall to the floor immediately, held warmly between his legs and he helps you remove his cock from his boxers and pants.
You stroke him gently, feeling him harden even more.
An experimental lick swipes its way up his cock and you eye him, watching him unravel from the warmth of your tongue. When you reach the tip, you take him past your lips. Little by little, teasing him and admiring the way his chest rises and falls rapidly.
You make sure to stick out your ass for the others while you suck Renjun’s cock and in no time, his cock hits the back of your throat from his hips thrusting up.
“God, YN!” he moans.
You suck tighter, bob your head faster and when you see his fists tightening by his side, you remove him from your mouth completely.
“Ah!” he gasps loudly. He reaches for his cock to reach his high but you hold them back. “YN, please!”
“Don’t you want to cum inside your little bunny?” you whisper.
He stares at you, mesmerised.
“Renjunnie… cum inside me… please?””
He nods gently.
“Are you sure it’s okay?”
You bite your lips, telling him that it’s more than fine. You want nothing more than to be filled up with him, with all of them.
To your side, YangYang has his cock out, stroking it up and down while his head rests on the back of the couch watching you. Haechan is still blissed out but watching intensely and the other two sit quietly, waiting for you to finish with their friend.
You climb onto his lap, a thigh on either side and press your lips to his while sinking down in his cock. He moans into your mouth and you mix them with your own. He holds you nervously, unsure where to touch you as you rock back and forth on his cock.
His fingers dig into your side and you reach a hand between your bodies, meeting with your needy clit. You rub circles, causing you to clench around his cock and the feeling of his cum spurting into you tosses you over the edge.
You bounce quickly, not wanting to slow down the orgasm anymore and allow yourself to be taken over with another. All the while, Renjun moans and moans until he’s fully spent inside of you.
You feel your ass clenching around the tail and you feel so full being stuffed again and again.
Renjun is on the border of passing out and you jump from him.
YangYang reaches his arm out to grab you but you find it entertaining to tease him and you slip from his grasp, making your way to Jaemin and Jeno.
“Hey, bunny,” Jeno smiles.
You smile sweetly, wobbling on your weak legs and he pulls you into his lap.
“How about we take her together?” he asks Jaemin.
“Sounds good to me.”
He lifts you with ease and lays you gently on the couch they were sitting on. He gives your tail a little tug, causing you to yelp but you all giggle together after.
“Has anyone ever told you how cute you are tonight?” Jaemins strokes your cheeks.
You shake your head, melting into his touch.
“Hm, we could tell her,” Jeno suggests. “Or we could show her.”
You whine, feeling your pussy flutter with excitement as if it hadn’t already had enough.
“I think she wants us to show her.” Jaemin smiles and you feel yourself drift to cloud nine when they both look down at you between them.
Jeno places himself between your legs, pressing a long kiss to your ankles before placing them on his shoulder. Jaemin, on the other hand, unbuckles his belt and pulls out his cock. He lets it hang freely, waiting for you to grab it.
A groan escapes him and his knees tremble when you begin stroking. You pull him closer, letting your tongue taste his precum.
“Ah! Fuck, bunny. You’re such a good girl.”
You squeal when you feel Jeno pressing his cock into your sopping hole. Your pussy flutters around him as he pushes his way in. You’re so overwhelmed yet you keep wanting more.
You take all of Jaemin into your mouth, moving your head as much as you could in this position and Jeno thrusts deeper, slow and hard.
You moan around Jaemin’s cock, vibrations running through his body and when he can’t take it anymore, he grabs a handful of your hair before thrusting into your mouth.
His cock hits the back of your throat, bringing tears to your eyes but you blink them away, not wanting to distort the image of the two men using you like their personal fleshtoy.
Fuck, you feel so hot.
Your core is so tense and you can feel every ridge of Jeno’s cock in your pussy. He slams harder, faster, pace picking up and rhythm growing messy. He’s close.
“Fuck!” you mumble around Jaemin’s cock.
They both groan, griping onto anything they can and you’re about to cum all over Jeno’s cock when he pulls out. You whine but he uses his fist to empty his load all over your pussy.
Your muscles twitch endlessly and Jaemin pulls out of your mouth only to push Jeno out of the way and replace him inside of you.
“Fuck, you’re so dirty,” he groans. “But so fucking cute.”
He thrusts into you and you let your entire body relax in his hold. His arms wrap around your waist and he kisses the exposed skin of your chest and neck, using his hands to grope your tits.
Your walls flutter around him and you feel the sting of pleasure once again.
“Harder!” you cry.
He heeds your demand and fucks you relentlessly, letting his cum spill freely in your pussy.
“Oh my god!”
You cum together and everyone groans with you. Your head digs into the couch and your hips rise up to meet Jaemin’s until he holds you both still together, brushing your hair away from your sweaty face.
He shushes you and guides your breathing until you’ve come down from your high once more.
Then he takes your hand and lifts you into an upright position, placing a gentle kiss on you’re forehead.
“Did so well, bunny. You okay?” he asks gently.
You nod, slowly and completely exhausted.
Everyone has collapsed onto their backs, letting the couches swallow them whole.
It must have been quite the show.
For all but one.
“Got one more for me?” YangYang smirks.
You crawl over to him, collapsing on his lap with your thighs on either side. His cock is already out and he’s lining it up with your entrance immediately.
He leaves a small kiss in the crook of your neck before sinking you down on his cock.
You rest your head on his shoulder while he lifts your hips up and down on his lap.
“Oh, my god!” he groans. “Waited so fucking long but it was worth it.”
You don’t register how fast he’s slamming you on his cock, nor how hard his fingers dig into your flesh but you use whatever energy still existing in your body to move your thighs.
“That’s right, bunny. Show me how good you can bounce.”
His words spur you on and the raspiness in his voice elates your heartbeat despite it being impossible to beat any faster.
You feel yourself clench one more time and you spill all of your juices onto him. It’s too much, you can’t hold anything back despite having nothing left to give.
“Fuck, she’s squirting!”
YangYang lifts his hips up when he brings you down on him and you feel him reaching even deeper.
“Ah!” you cry. “Too much!”
“Finally had enough?” he growls into your ear.
You nod desperately.
“Can’t take my cock anymore?”
“It’s too good!”
“Fuck, do you want me to stop or not?”
“No! Don’t stop! Please, don’t stop!”
YangYang thrusts harder and he bites into your shoulder. You’re amazed at how your dress was able to stay on this whole time but it slips down further and further, not exposing your chest fully but showing just enough of your tits to drive them all crazy.
One look at them bouncing is enough make YangYang lose all of his control.
“Ah! I’m cumming!” you cry, letting one more, and hopefully the last, orgasm wash over you.
“Fuck! Me too!”
His hips tremor when he pushes himself balls deep in you. They remain flush against your pussy until you feel his cum stop pouring out.
And when he pulls out, his cum drips out of your pussy and back onto his softening cock.
They all groan as you fall to the side, spreading your legs to show them how all of their cum decorates your body.
You’re so fucking messy, sweaty and covered in cum but you don’t care.
All of you sit quietly for a while, not a word spared between you until you’ve caught your breath and attempt to sit upright.
Jaemin and YangYang aid you and help you stand on wobbling legs.
“Are you okay?”
“I think so…” you gasp as you feel the cum dribble down your legs.
“That was fucking amazing…” Haechan says.
And the others agree with him. Renjun just hums in his blissed out state while YangYang strokes your thighs from behind.
“You were amazing. How did you even handle all of that?”
“Because she’s such a good bunny.” Jeno teased but leaves a sweet kiss on your cheek, and Jaemin beings you some tissues and helps you start wiping yourself.
Only now do they remove their masks and it feels refreshing to finally see their handsome faces.
Your entire body trembles gently while they take care of you, making sure to compliment you at any second they get. But a loud click catches everyone’s attention and your body jolts when the door opens.
Terrified of being caught, you grab onto Jaemin and pull him in front of you, but you freeze upon seeing who entered the room.
“Shotaro…” you gasp and pull down your dress as if it would hide the fact that you just fucked all of his friends.
“YN?”
He looks somewhat disheartened as he walks deeper into the room. Music still beats through the walls and your heart hammers with it.
As he gets closer, you see his eyes swim with emotion. And to your surprise, his entire demeanour changes from his usual softness to something dark and dominating. You’ve never seen him like this before but the numbness in your body slowly fades, replacing itself with excitement.
The room is silent as he guides your chin upwards to look him in the eyes.
His warm fingers caress your cheeks and as he stares deep into your soul, his hands slide down to your hips, pulling you so close to him that you can’t escape.
“Looks like someone’s been a bad bunny.”
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Saturday Drip (M)
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Preview: “Can you believe while we were sitting swamp ass in misery— Jaemin was fucking my favorite cam girl?!” Jeno blurts out before his roommate can recall the actual events that took place.
“We didn’t do anything like that, but..” Jaemin takes in his friends intrigued stares, nervously mumbling. “She’s looking for Alphas..”
Renjun’s brows twist, inching closer with interest. “For what?”
“To film content.”
Pairing: alpha NCT Dream 00line x female omega reader
Word Count: 15k+
Genre: a/b/o AU, broke college boys, pure and utter filth, cnc(don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable.), pwp, dom alphas, one shot(do not ask for a pt2😾)
Smut Warning: rough sex, breeding, knotting, rough oral(m/f), double penetration(both), choking, spit, squirting, praise/degradation, big mean alphas, camera use, manhandling, mind break, wet & messy etc
Playlist: Saturday Drip/NCT Dream, Big Ole Freak/Megan The Stallion, Super Freaky Girl/Nicki Minaj, Hi, I’m A Slut/Lil Mariko, Cyber Sex/Doja Cat, Sexxx Dreams/Lady Gaga
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It’s hot, it’s way too hot. Sweats already begun to pool under Jeno’s back, limbs gone heavy stuck to his bed. It’s useless trying to get off when all he can focus on is the lack of cool air blowing out of the vent. Everything feels dry and musty around him making it impossible to even breathe peacefully.
The AC unit just had to break last night, again. Only an hour after he’d just rushed home from his shift at the gym. Opting to skip showering in the locker rooms after clocking out when his phone pinged with a new notification.
‘Riding an inflatable sybian, how long can I last?’
“Fuck.” Jeno mumbles to himself, quickly grabbing his belongings. He’d just rinse off real fast once he gets home. It’s gonna be a long night anyway. Not in the way he’d imagined with his palm wrapped around his cock, edging himself for hours on end in front of a computer screen.
It’s not as if he has a paper due on Monday, prioritizing his favorite Omega fucking a sex machine over his grades without question or worry. He paid for a monthly subscription for good reason. It’s not like it’s his goal in life was to be a nutritionist anyway. Most of his time in class was spent on daydreaming of how he could just fuck his way to success and fortune instead.
Not that this had anything to do with the amount of porn acquiring his desktop, or the hours he wasted away watching obscene videos. If only his essay was about how to properly eat ass.
“Hey.” Jaemin greets him upon entering. Standing in front of the open freezer door with sweat trickling down his bobbing throat.
“Dude what the fuck? It’s disgusting in here.” Jeno can’t stand the heat. Having to psyche himself out to believe he didn’t just stand too close to multiple bodies in a hot subway cart. Ignoring hot breath reaching his neck as he stood taller than those around him making his journey home all the more uncomfortable.
“Yeah,” closing the freezer door, Jaemin lays his torso on the kitchen counter sluggishly. “Pretty sure the air conditioning broke, again. I called up Mark to let him know. He said no one can come fix it until Monday.”
“Last time he said that, no one came for three weeks!” Jeno exclaims, ripping open the fridge for a frozen water bottle to rub on his sweltering skin. “Jaem, I can’t live like this! It’s over 100 degrees outside.”
“I know, trust me. I’ll keep badgering him, alright?” Jaemin sighs. Already drained of energy he needs to get through the rest of the evening.
“I have to get going, you can use my fan for now.” Jaemin offers, using paper towels to dab away sweat before heading out. Knowing he’ll be dripping in it with a heavy bag of camera equipment on his back.
“Where are you going?” Jeno’s already removing his clothes. Jamein mumbling for him to not plaster his wet naked ass to their couch.
“I got a gig finally, I should be back late.” Hauling on his equipment he waves a ‘later’ before stepping out. Head tilting up curiously as he hears shouting.
“Answer me you fucking piece of shit!!”
“Dude what happened to you? Why are you drenched?” Jaemin pauses mid-walk. Adjusting the camera gear weighing on his shoulders as he spots Renjun on the phone outside of his apartment.
“A pipe busted above my room! There’s a huge leak in my closet!” Renjun’s frantic, arm waving around behind him as he explains. “And our fucking AC isn’t working! Again!”
“Oh my God, I’d tell you to crash at mine but ours isn’t working either!” Jaemin sighs, shaking his head. “We need to move out of this shit hole.”
“Tell me about it!” Renjun groans, slamming a thumb down on his phone to hang up. “Haechan’s gonna be so pissed off when he gets home. He’s been working overtime today cause we’re short on rent again.”
“We pay way too much to live in this crap, just because it’s a mile away from SNU.” Jaemin says with a roll of his eyes. “So much for college being the best years of our lives.”
“That’s high school,” Renjun corrects, waving him off. “I have to check on the leak. Catch you later man.”
Nodding to his friend Jaemin continues toward the exit. Passing the broken elevator that Mark claimed would get fixed 5 months ago, never once spotting a maintenance person in sight.
Out of desperation he ended up searching for freelance photographer jobs. Weddings required too much experience, editorials asking for examples of work and complete portfolios.
It felt hopeless until he landed on an ad seeking someone with less experience. Specifically stating they wouldn’t mind an intern level type who is still in the process of learning. Wishing for more ‘gritty’ and ‘real’ photography that can pass off as homemade.
‘Must be comfortable with full nudity and sex acts. You will be shooting and filming content for my xxx website. 21+ with ID proof and examples of your work. Contact me directly via email to set up a time.’
Jaemin decided to neglect mentioning that part to his roommate. It was either this or he’d be short on rent like his next door neighbors’ current struggle. Knowing Jeno he’d hear ‘pornographic content’ and ask to tag along as his assistant for the day. Casually joking about how he could fuck better than the Alphas in video links shared through their group chats.
‘I guess if I’m ever desperate enough for money I’d do it. My dicks big enough.’
Jaemin always thought his friend was too brash for saying such ridiculous things nonchalantly.
He could never have anticipated reaching that level of desperation himself mere hours later.
He’s not sure what to think as he stands in your bedroom. Struggling to process a thought while you continue explaining your field of work, tossing different sets of colorful lingerie onto a king-size bed decorated like something straight out of a home decor magazine.
“We don’t have to take the photos in my room, I’m open to whatever you’re thinking.”
“Oh, yeah yeah..” he nods, taking in the lacey sheer frilly garments splayed out before him. Glancing between the heavy sweats and hoodie you have pulled on covering any bit of scandalous flesh.
Of course you’re covered up, with cool icy air filling the room, silently blasting from a vent above. The sweat pouring off his skin immediately evaporated after being welcomed inside. “What type of theme did you want to stick with?”
“Hmm,” swinging a stringy pair of panties around your index finger, your head tilts thoughtfully. “Summer? I guess baby oil, suns out buns out type of vibe.”
Jaemin clears his throat, twisting his eyebrows up asking if he can take a look through your drawers. “Do you have ice cream by chance?”
“Yeah, of course.”
“Flavor?”
“Strawberry popsicles, I think I have some Vanilla Bean too. Are you hungry?”
Turning back to face you, he holds up a two piece micro white bikini. “I have an idea, I’m thinking out on the balcony would be best.”
Jaemin’s very professional considering the lack of experience on his resume. He asks permission before touching anything, double checks that you’re comfortable with any of his suggestions. For an Alpha, he’s kept cool and collected, even as you start to disrobe. The bathing suit he handpicked doing little to nothing to subside less than pure thoughts from unraveling. He gulps, forcing himself to focus on pretending to set the camera up.
Suddenly he was beginning to understand why Jeno’s been dropping absurd amounts of money to jerk off to your content.
“Is this okay?”
His eyes drag up slowly, from your manicured white painted toenails, up the expanse of glistening oiled up skin leading to your pressed together thighs where a miniature triangle shape conceals nothing in-between.
“Uhh..” he salivates, lapping at the roof of his mouth like a thirsty dog.
“Jaemin?” Your tone changes from one of concern to amusement, continuing to spritz your hair with water for a wet summer look.
“You look great.” He nods rapidly, quickly averting his attention to your chest jiggling beneath two tied together triangles with each movement you make. “Sorry, was just a little surprised.”
“You must be mated?”
Jaemin blinks, taken aback by your forwardness, shaking his head before words can exit his dry tongue. “Not at all, why would you think that?”
“Oh, you’re well-mannered, for an Alpha.” You note, shrugging and gesturing to the deck area. “How should I pose?”
“Let’s get some close-up shots first.” Jaemin directs you to catch sunlight draping streams of golden rays across your face. Half shadowed and lit up by the natural light. Instructing you to slowly unwrap one popsicle and take your time to suck on it.
“I think you’ll really like these.” The click click of his camera continues, zooming in to capture your lips pouting around sugary red liquid dripping down under the heat of your mouth paired with hot weather. “Let it spill.”
Growing confident with his position, Jaemin motions for you to hold the popsicle above your parted lips, allowing the treat to pour down your throat. The majority of it missing, staining white lycra fabric stretched over your breasts.
“You’re getting hot right?” He switches to record, nodding to the lounge chair for you to sit on. “Cooling off with a popsicle?”
“Mhmm”
Jaemin stays silent, capturing the wet droplets of red passing down your abdomen to land between your thighs. He lets you pose lewdly, tracing the popsicle down to melt against your bikini bottoms, lighting up hot where your cores melted the fabric to you like a second skin.
“I’m so hot, Alpha.” Hazy eyes and a tempting tone mesmerize the man behind the camera, sinking down to squat and zoom in on slick gushing out onto your spread inner thighs. “Need you to cool me off.”
You rub the popsicle up and down, pushing against the crease that's melted into your dripping wet slit. The red dye used in the treat leaves a stain of sweetness on your bottoms. The white bleeding out into a pink the more it melts, left to wither down to nothing but a wooden stick with a phrase that reads “Today is your lucky day!” hidden under the frozen liquid that’s altered your swimsuit.
Jaemin clenches his teeth to contain a muffled curse. Twitching inside the confinement of his jeans as you arch up higher, pushing your chest up. Round mounds call to his tongue, sticky and wet from oils and sweat.
“Hmm, no I was thinking more like..” The Alpha seems more heated now, possibly from the sweltering heat burning down on your backs. Possibly from the close proximity or the obscene positions you’ve fallen into under his command. He scoops two digits into the tub of melted Vanilla ice cream, lifting them to your lips to lap at. Camera shutters sound as your tongue swirls, sucking some of the sweetness while the rest trickles out pouring down your chin to your exposed chest.
“That’s good,” he whispers, scooping more to dribble down your cheeks and breasts. Watery white cream creates a more lewd image, paired with heavy eyelids shielding your seductive gaze.
“Tell me what to do, Alpha.”
“Turn around.” He instructs, nodding in approval when you get onto all fours and crane your neck for more direction. You’re a natural, he thinks, propped with your ass up at a perfect angle. The sun hitting just right to define the dip in your back and heady gaze staring back at him.
Jaemin can’t believe it when his free hand reaches for the tub of ice cream, pouring the remnants down to land in globs on your buttcheeks. The indecency in front of him feels like a punch to his gut, having to snap photos of the cream trickling down the back of your thighs. The sight before him more pornographic and delicious than he can fully process.
He croaks for you to spread, losing his cool demeanor as your knees slide further apart, playing with the thin strings on your hips. The flossy material cuts between the meat adorning your hips and backside, squishing the shiny delicacy displayed.
“Alpha..” you breathe, falling to your side to give him a full visual of your body lines. Dips and curves shadowed like art with sun rays sliding across your skin.
Jaemin debates with himself, thoughts spiraling that you could just be acting, or you could actually be calling for him to do something. To make the first move, to touch you where you begin to part and show off glistening slick dripping down to the backs of your thighs.
“You’re doing really good.” He swallows, mercilessly throbbing inside of his boxers. “How far are you—..”
He drawls off, following the pathway your digits make between your covered folds. Chest rising and falling rapidly as more sweat sprinkles down from the back of his neck to pool at the dips on his lower back.
“Alpha.”
Jaemin thinks he’s imagining your saccharine vocals whining for him, each letter passing through his ears like dry cotton. Snapping out of it as the heel of your foot nudges his knee, trailing up to rest your toes just where his pants have begun to tent out.
“Uhhh..”
“Alpha, I’m so hot.” You tease, sucking sticky ice cream residue off your fingers. “Won’t you cool me down?”
He wonders what his breaking point will be, fingers shaking around his camera more and more with each photo snapped.
“We’re losing light.” He mutters to save his ass, biting at the back of his tongue to prevent himself from getting fired by unleashing the amount of impure thoughts racing through his mind.
“Do you need a ride home?” Sitting up, your demeanor swaps in an instance, returning to the relaxed mood you had prior to the shoot.
Jaemin’s breath lodges, head shaking as he swiftly adjusts his shirt to hang lower before his crotch before standing up. “All good, no worries.”
“I’m a mess.” You laugh, sporting an expression of disgust while swiping a towel up and down your arms. “Are you sure? I can call you a cab.”
Jaemin refuses to meet your gaze, too embarrassed with his cheeks lit aflame by heat and mortification. He waves breezily, beginning to pack up his belongings. “No worries, I don’t live too far.”
He’s lying, and dreading the long journey back home that will drain his the minimal energy he has left with this humid heat.
“Here, I’ll grab you some water bottles to take for the trip.”
He keeps calm, situating his fully hardened length beneath the hem of his jeans when you turn away. Covering that he’d begin editing tonight and send you the final products as soon as possible.
“Get home safe.” You smile, reaching out to pinch his cheek. “If any Omega catches you sporting wood on the subway, they’ll have you arrested for being such a pervert.”
Jaemin’s cheeks burn bright red with his hand stilling in the air to wave goodbye. A girlish laugh follows as you wave him goodbye and close your door to shower off the remnants of sweet ice cream sticking to your skin. The image of big round eyes full of lust paint the back of your mind, memorizing thick fingers smearing a treat on your chin.
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“These turned out great.”
Jaemin’s back, pep talking himself up on the way over to your place to stay cool. Money’s on the line here.
“I really like your style.” You say, browsing through the photos Jaemin took of you yesterday. Too distracted to give you his full attention as he once again admires your absurdly large fully furnished penthouse.
“You even have a PS5..” he mumbles under his breath. Tugging tufts of thick black hair through his fingers trying to calculate just how small his shared apartment is in comparison.
“Oh yeah, a subscriber sent me that,” you wave off like it’s not big deal. Choosing the best shots to use for a new set only your top tier fans would be able to immediately view.
Jaemin can feel his heart drop down to his gut, nearly losing his footing. “You didn’t even have to pay for that?! There’s no way you can afford all of this from just doing Omega fans!”
Snickering, you wink at him, nodding to a stack of packages waiting to be delivered. “Of course not, merch is where the real money comes from.”
“Merch?? Wha—“
“Oh you know, worn underwear, bottles of slick, a mold of my pus—“
“WHAT?” Jaemin has to laugh, pushing hair completely away from his forehead as the skin wrinkles down the middle. In disbelief that Alphas could really be this desperate. As if his best friend isn’t one of the many dropping money every month just to ruin and discard another innocent tube sock.
“It’s a lucrative career, believe it or not.”
“Respectfully, like, ballpark..”
“$90-100k every month.” You inform him eagerly. “Already planned my early retirement.”
“A MONTH?” Jaemin sits back landing against one of the stools lined up by your kitchen island. Hearing those numbers made his head spin, shocked enough to wonder how Alphas could be this stupid. How his own best friend is one of them. “How much do your highest patreons get charged monthly?”
“Highest tier is $100, you catch more bears with honey.”
Jaemin’s eyes bulge, gripping onto the counter ledge, seething between his teeth. “Jeno.”
“Jeno?”
He grunts, gripping hard enough for his knuckles to turn white. “My friend, he’s one of your subscribers.”
“Hmm..is he cute???” You ask, amused by the Alpha in front of you losing his professional composure.
“Uh,” Jaemin snaps, shaking his head, trying to calculate how much money his roommate has dropped on your website for the last two years. “God we could have a better A/C unit..”
Looking up at your lost stare, he shakes his head again, waving a hand and standing up. “Yeah, I guess he’s cute, for a freaking idiot.”
“Maybe you can bring him over next time.” You say, cocking a brow suggestively.
Jaemin pauses, reaching to pack up his camera bag. “Next time?”
“See,” moving closer, you take a hold of his wrist. “My fans, they have requests.. but it’s been hard to find attractive young Alphas I can trust.”
“What type of requests?” Jaemin sits back down, crossing his arms. The white short sleeve t-shirt he’s wearing struggles to contain his biceps. Growing stronger and thicker after hauling around heavy camera equipment everyday.
“I have a high roller, ironically a CEO of a well known heat suppressant company.” You start to explain, snorting at the job title. “He’s been begging for months to make this specific content during my heat.”
“Right, and what exactly is he asking for?”
“Just your run of the mill Alpha gangbang.” You say nonchalantly, making the Alpha sat before you splutter.
“What?!?”
“He’s offered to pay $100,000.” You nod. Jaemin has to gulp, head spinning again in disbelief that anyone could be that horny.
“That’s insane.”
“You’d be surprised.”
Sighing, Jaemin shrugs contemplating if anyone would pay for naked photos of him in obscene positions. “My roommate would probably film that with you for free.”
“I’d pay you, of course..” you say, tilting your head curiously to observe his next reaction. Met with a pair of wide shocked eyes, he babbles, laughing awkwardly.
“Me?!” Jaemin’s laugh grows in pitch, slowly losing volume the more he thinks about it. “..how much?”
“How much do you want? I’m willing to negotiate.”
“That’s..” he huffs, blinking in disbelief. “You’re joking right? Just messing around with me?”
“Not at all, Alpha,” with a sneaking grin, you click the camera next to him to turn on. Shifting closer once the red light brightens up, the lense moves around letting out sounds as it focuses on your figures. “We can start slow..”
Jaemin gulps, feeling the proximity between your lower regions grow sparse. Returning to grip onto the ledge of the island at his side where the camera sits capturing just enough of your lips and chests. Inching closer together as you straddle his lap and drape your arms over his broad shoulders.
He gulps to calm the tremor running through his throat, unused to an Omega making the first move. “Me? Y-you want to film content with me??”
“Depends,” you settle onto his lap with a smirk. Easing closer until your crotch presses directly where he’s began to grow. “How much?”
Jaemin shivers, choking on a trail of spit lodged at the back of his mouth. You had already paid him more than enough for some amateur photos taken around your place with little to no effort from himself.
But the prospect of thousands of dollars entering his bank account from only sleeping with a very attractive Omega is more than enough to entice him. Nodding, he mumbles a number without confidence. Reminding himself in the back of his mind that a few thousand dollars can’t be more than mere chump change to you.
“Sounds good.”
Jaemin grabs onto your hips when you agree to the amount. Canting upward to bounce you against the bulge pushing through the seam of his jeans.
Jeno was going to kill him.
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“Jeno?” Jaemin steps inside of his boiling hot apartment, kicking off his shoes to a pile with his roommates. The low brrr from his fan sounds, coming from the other Alphas bedroom. “He seriously better not have left that on, running up the damn electric bill as if we need that.”
Jaemin doesn’t expect to find his friend hunched over at his computer, headphones hanging on his neck with wide eyes blaring at the screen before him. “Oh, you’re home.”
“Traitor!” Jeno snaps, lunging up at his roommate, toppling over his gaming chair in the process.
“Jeno! What the fuck! Get off of me!” Jaemin scrambles, his grip slipping off the other Alphas soaked skin. He grunts, pressing his knee into the others firm abdominal muscles to keep him in place.
“You fucked my favorite Omega?!”
“Oh my god! She uploaded it already??” Jaemin’s speechless, caught off guard by the news momentarily enough to receive a slap across his face.
“I can’t believe you!”
“We didn’t fuck! Get off of me!”
“No!” Jeno slaps him again, tussling back and forth on the ground until Jaemin manages to get the upper hand and lock him in place with his bicep lodged against his neck.
“If you kill me, you’ll never get to meet her.”
Jeno’s head lifts, ears perking up like a puppy hearing a can of food begin to open. “What?!”
“Are you going to calm down now, pup?” Jaemin sneers, pushing off using the back of his hand to wipe away sweat that's pouring from his forehead.
Jeno groans, pushing to stand back up, he motions to the screen where a video showing the side of his roommate’s face has been paused. “How did this happen!”
“She hired me to photograph her.” Jaemin begins to explain, rubbing at his sweaty nape. “I don’t know, okay? But..”
His gaze skirts between Jeno and the screen. “Did you watch it already?”
“I was about to! Until I saw your fucking giant teeth show up, was like a nightmare. I had to stop the video before it could get any worse.”
Jaemin rolls his eyes, sitting on the edge of Jeno’s bed. “Don’t be so dramatic. Could you play it? I don’t know what the fuck I was thinking. I probably look so stupid..”
Jeno clicks his tongue annoyed, setting his chair back into place to get comfortable. “Unfortunately you don’t. Your dick looks huge too.”
Jaemin smirks, flicking the shell of Jeno’s ear. “Thought you didn’t watch it, liar.”
“I can’t believe this!” Jeno exclaims, clicking the video to play again.
“We didn’t even fuck.” Jaemin leans closer with elbows on his knees. “Honestly it felt so fast, I can’t believe I did that.”
Jeno continues to badger his friend with questions, ripping at his hair as the video goes on. The last thing he expected to see was a familiar face when he got the notification of a new upload featuring your Alpha neighbor assisting you through your pre-heat.
“God, she’s so hot.” Jeno groans, slamming the back of his head against the cushion, one of his hands sneaking beneath the waistband of his shorts out of Jaemin’s line of sight. Too caught up in the video playing to even notice.
It should feel weird to watch himself, to watch you touching him. To see the nervous way his throat bobs up and down the closer you lean in, bumping the tip of his nose with yours as you whisper too quietly for him to not feel nervous.
‘The Alpha next door stopped by,’ you announce for the viewers, toying with Jaemin’s shirt off screen.
“Pft..” Jeno huffs under his breath, squinting at the way you bat your eyelashes toward Jaemin. Flirting with him by giggling, tapping your nails against his jaw on the way to pinch his chin. Falling into a syrupy pretty octave the more you taunt him by repeating ‘Alpha Alpha Alpha’.
Should’ve been me, he thinks, thumbing at the precum that’s filled up his slit.
Jaemin’s undeserving, he doesn’t even know what you want, how you like it. Jeno eyes the kitchen counter, imagining how fast he would have bent you over, tugging on his length eagerly. The gasp you let out as you grind down on Jaemin repeats loudly in his thoughts.
Jaemin’s squirming, ashamed by how stunned he appears on video, too wanton and helpless for an Alpha who should have been taking more control. He let you play with him like a toy, rolling your hips back onto his lap to gain a full erection prodding into your backside.
‘So big Alpha.’
“Can’t believe she fucked you.”
Jaemin clears his throat, swiping his palm across the puffy bulge forming between his thighs. “We didn’t, yet..”
“You won’t.” Jeno says more brazenly, teeth slicing his bottom lip in an attempt to control his rage from toppling over. “You know how much I like her.”
“You and hundreds of thousands of other Alphas.”
“Whatever. Can’t fucking believe this.” Jeno groans, letting out a long dramatic sigh. “My dicks getting soft from watching this, I don’t think I can forgive you for this one.”
Jaemin rolls his eyes, letting out a sound of disgust when his friend wipes off his palm on his thigh. “You’re gonna wanna hear me out, and also owe me for this.”
“I doubt it.”
“She asked about you.”
Jeno’s head snaps to attention at that, just in time to miss Jaemin’s grunts passing from his computer speakers. “What??”
“I mentioned that you’re a fan.” Jaemin cringes at the visual of himself on a big screen reaching climax. His face rolling side to side on your shoulder, panting like some teenager experiencing their first rut. The blush on his cheeks high, making its way up to his earlobes burning red. Cumming without penetration like some horny pup, the number of viewers over 60,000 already after only an hour up.
“And?!?”
Jeno’s excited bounce snaps him out of his humility— reminding him that his roommate would have paid for an opportunity like this.
“She asked if any of my friends would be interested.”
“Oh my God!!” Jeno stands up, jumping in place as if he just received the best news ever— in his case, he probably just did. “Oh my God! No! You don’t understand!!”
The dark haired Alpha begins to pace, gathering tufts of hair with blown out pupils. “I’ve dreamt about this for so long! I did this! This is happening because of me!”
Jaemin sports a bored look, listening to his roommate ramble on about how he always knew he’d end up fucking you, he just didn’t know how or when, until now.
“That’s great dude, I guess. I’ll text her, but please do not mention that you’ll be more than happy to do this for free. We need the mo—“
Knocks boom from the entrance distracting the two from continuing their conversation.
“Hey! Open up! This tub of ice is heavy!”
“It’s Haechan.” Jeno announces, unlocking the front door to the miserable expressions his neighbors dawn. “Sup?”
“Let us use your fan? We offer bags of ice.”
They end up huddled seated on the floor complaining about how badly they all need to figure out how to either make more money, or move out.
“Maybe the four of us could split a mortgage for a house.” Renjun mewls over rubbing his chin. “A house with central air ideally.”
Jaemin eyes the three Alphas surrounding him, a melancholic desperation to enjoy their short days of summer left drags their lips down, frowns paired with desperation to do anything to better their situations.
It’s almost too perfect.
Jeno’s hunched over, sharp eyebrows never loosening up, licking at the corners of his mouth annoyed.
“Can you believe while we were sitting swamp ass in misery— Jaemin was fucking my favorite cam girl?!” Jeno blurts out before his roommate can recall the actual events that took place.
“We didn’t do anything like that, but..” Jaemin takes in his friends intrigued stares, nervously mumbling. “She’s looking for Alphas..”
Renjun’s brows twist, inching closer with interest. “For what?”
“To film content.”
Haechan pours another bag of ice into the bucket they’ve plotted before a fan, huddled together too close for comfort, occasionally brushing sticky skin against sticky skin. The cool breeze only enough to prevent them from overheating while still secreting sweat as they hold up personal fans to their faces and suck on half-melted Icee slushies.
“Content?” He raises a messy eyebrow, speaking into the spinning fan to alter his voice. “Doesn’t she do porn?”
“Jeno’s a big fan, must be good.” Renjun adds.
“Jeno is a horny dog,” Jaemin scoffs, ignoring the upset gasp his best friend releases. “I mean, I understand why he pays.”
“I pay and somehow you are the one getting a handjob..” Jeno mutters, more than annoyed still. Despite his anger, he still watched the video you posted with Jaemin a few more times. “She only fucks Alphas with notoriously big dicks. Should have been me.”
“Mine’s bigger than yours anyway.” Jaemin laughs, licking away sweat from his upper lip. “Listen, I know you guys are all as strapped for cash as I am.”
“Cash? Oh, I’m listening.” Haechan interrupts, tugging on the ring of his collar that’s dampened nastily with sweat.
“When you say notoriously big..” Renjun drawls, leaning back against a wall, pushing his hand-held fan beneath his shirt. “How big is big?”
“Bigger than you shrimp shit.” Jeno jeers, clicking his tongue arrogantly. “I seriously need to quit this college shit, I could make bank doing Alpha fans.”
Renjun rolls his eyes, too drained by the heat to put up a fight. “You’re a baboon.”
“Whatever.” Jeno ignores his name calling with a dreamy look in his eyes. “The first time I stumbled into one of her streams, she was testing out how fat of a knot she could take.”
Haechan’s head lifts suddenly more intrigued by this topic. “…..well?”
“I’ve never seen an Omega take a knot like her, ever.” He confirms, boasting about how your streams are always at the top of the Omega fans charts. “The coins never stop pouring in when she goes live. She’s always in the top 0.1% on Omega fans, I like to think my monthly subscription helps.”
“This is bullshit.” Jaemin cuts him off. “Look, I made enough in two days to cover 3 months of rent. If we help her out I think.. we could leave this shithole complex. I’m tired of these excuses for why maintenance can’t fix our ancient A/C units.”
“I’d do it for free.” Jeno says, earning a smack to the back of his head from Renjun.
“That’s why you are a baboon.”
“I’m in.” Haechan nods. “I can’t survive another summer like this, I can’t even do another week of this.”
“I mean..” Renjun grimaces. “Like, full nude? My whole dick out?”
Jaemin snaps his fingers for Jeno to whip out his phone, the four proceeding to watch the clip you made with the Alpha as their jaws hang to the floor.
“Oh, I’m so in.”
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Jeno’s been running around like a puppy full of life, hopping into the air kicking his feet together letting out high pitched squeals.
“I even shaved my sack for this!” He exclaims, gripping onto Jaemin’s shoulders on their trek out of the subway station.
“Were we supposed to do that?” Haechan asks, taking a look at his worn down raggedy clothing. “I thought the idea was supposed to be.. we’re broke college guys.”
“That is the idea.” Jaemin answers, directing his group of friends into an upscale neighborhood decorated with lively tall trees and blooming gardens. “It’s all an act, we’re supposed to be her ‘neighbors’…and she’s this innocent sweet Omega who we take advantage of during her heat.”
Haechan bites back a smile nudging into his side, thoughts running rampant. “That’s hot.”
“No fucking way, is this seriously where she lives?” Renjun’s neck practically breaks from leaning back to take in the giant building towering before them.
“Yup, high-rise penthouse overlooking Seoul. The lifestyle horny idiot Alphas provide.” Jaemin glares at Jeno who beams with the brightest smile engulfing his eyes.
“She deserves all of it, and more.” Letting out a dreamy sigh he follows along to where Jaemin has to check-in at the front concierge to be allowed further inside. The four confirming their identification before passing along to the elevators.
“This is insane, I couldn’t even sleep last night, and when I can’t sleep, I jerk off!” Jeno complains in the lift. “But I didn’t want to waste— you know! So I ended up tossing and turning all night.”
“You’re worse than those kpop fans that follow around idols and trainees.” Renjun accuses, feeling jittery still about stripping down to nothing to hook-up with a stranger for thousands of viewers, maybe even millions. “This is my lowest low, and you’re about to cum in your pants.”
“I think you lowest low was popping your first knot in Science class when we learned about Omega anatomy.” Haechan grins. “You can’t live that down.”
“Shut up!” Renjun whines, the elevator dinging to upon reaching your floor. The three Alphas stare at the opened doors, gulping in unison before Jaemin signals for them to follow his lead.
“I would say don’t be nervous but,” he shakes, bouncing on the balls of his feet. “I’m fucking nervous right now.”
“Dude! You can’t be nervous! What about us?!” Haechan bemoans, gesturing to the three hiding behind the blond Alphas broad frame.
“Think about the money.” Renjun nods, reapplying chapstick to his lips that can’t seem to retain enough moisture. “This hallway alone has more square footing than our apartments combined.”
“Think about the pus—!” Jeno starts to holler, stopping in his tracks as the front door they stand before opens up revealing a face that’s become deeply ingrained in his mind. “Holy shit.”
Jaemin’s eyes shut, smiling and lifting a hand to greet you, internally cursing. “That would be your loyal subscriber.”
“Wow,” leaning against the door frame, you take in the new faces in front of you. The three sporting similar expressions with their jaws hung loose, wide-eyed and breathless. “You didn’t mention that they’re all so cute.”
Jaemin grins, motioning to his friends. “This is Haechan, Renjun, and Jeno, or as you know us, miserable sweaty Alphas willing to do a lot for money.”
“How much is a lot?” You ask slyly, purposely dressed down with a pair of loose sweats on and a loose top to play up a relaxed stay-at-home look for the filming.
“I’ll do anything!” Jeno blurts, slapping a palm over his mouth. “I mean.. my limits are very low.”
“Funds too.” Renjun whispers.
“Understood.” Standing straight, you hold up an index finger. “There is one thing, my funders have a common request. Come on in and we’ll see if you guys fit the criteria.”
The criteria: no one under 9 inches.
Haechan’s throat bobs reading over the contract you’ve printed four copies of. Rubbing his nape that feels cold from sitting in a room with blowing cool air. “I have to admit, I’ve never measured..”
“I have!” Jeno licks at his canines cockily, biting off the cap of a pen to spit off to the side. “11 inches long, and thicker than a bowl of oatmeal.”
“Wait wait!” You laugh, pulling out your phone to speed-dial your highest roller. “Need you guys to show me what you’re working with before we can sign off.”
Renjun’s eyes round, sticking halfway out of their sockets. “Like, right now??”
“Now or never.” Pointing the camera to face them, you nod for them to go on.
Jeno’s the first to jump to his feet, already half mass confined in a well fitted pair of black sweats. “I have nothing to lie about.”
True to his word, he pushes his boxers and sweats beneath his upper thigh in one fell swoop. His length falls free slapping onto the cotton fabric underneath , jerking mid-air, the fat pink tip darkening the longer he sits and waits to live out his wildest dreams.
“Very good.” A low deep voice emits from your phone’s speaker. “Bigger than the blond even.”
Jaemin’s head snaps up at that, squinting while sneaking a look to his side with an annoyed pout. “That’s not true!”
“The other two.” Says the voice, clearly coming from a male.
Haechan shares a pleading look with Renjun, moving to stand, waiting for the other to do the same. Huffing out a deep sigh, he hoists himself up sluggishly, tugging on the strings dangling in front of his groin.
“Well..” Haechan shrugs, smiling timidly as he unzips and draws himself out with a stroke at his soft size “I’m a grower..”
Renjun’s cheeks puff out, repeating money money money in his mind as he squeezes his eyes shut and pulls his length free.
“They can stay. Wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself too much.” The Alpha hiding on your phone screen chuckles. “Can’t wait to see what they do with you.”
Hanging up after hearing the approval, you hide a smile behind your hand taking in Renjun up and down. “Cute.”
“Did you just call my dick cute?!” He squawks, frazzled as he tucks himself away.
“You are really cute!” Haechan intervenes, throwing an arm around his roommate's shoulders, whispering ‘money’ with a pointed glare.
“The idea is that I’m in pre-heat,” you motion carelessly, beginning to stretch your limbs where you’re seated. “That’s the idea, but I actually am in pre-heat, so it works out great.”
“Oh, that’s..” Jaemin collects the signed contracts, gnawing on his upper lip. “Is that going to be a problem?”
Shrugging, you wave him off. “Don’t worry about it, I might get a little..”
Jeno’s practically salivating the more you continue to talk, all too familiar with how crazed and desperate for Alpha cock you get during your heats. His fingertips burn from rubbing up and down his thighs like a maniac, slurping at the drool gathering at the sides of his tongue. An overwhelming sensation of dizziness and lust replaces any semblance of sense as he sits across from you.
“Jeno?” Jaemin snaps his fingers, breaking the Alpha from his mesmerized trance. “Come on.”
“What??”
“I have to start setting up, were you not listening?”
“Uhh..” Jeno looks lost, flushed from the tip of his nose down to his pink chewed lips, causing Jaemin to grunt and grab on to the other to drag him out of the room.
“She’s gonna start with Haechan and Renjun first.” He reiterates, smiling to himself. “Because they’re smaller.”
Renjun fumed when you felt the need to mention that, pinching at Haechan’s forearm to control his temper. Humiliation that thousands of strangers would be watching him bare ass already had him regretting agreeing to this, now even more with you mocking his size for not being big enough.
“Should we step out then?” Haechan gestures toward the entrance, smoothing out the wrinkles on his t-shirt nervously. Everything becoming much more real now that he’s seconds away from hooking up with a stranger— not that this would be his first time, but on camera suddenly made things feel much more high-stress and real.
“Yeah, why don’t you guys show up saying your air conditioners not working.” You suggest, turning on the various cameras you have around your apartment for weekly live streams. “Don’t worry about acting really, it’s not that serious.”
Renjun follows after his friend, shifting about anxiously, muttering that he can’t stop the tremors running through his hands.
“We have sex all the time.” Haechan says, furrowing his eyebrows. “Okay, we have had sex. Maybe not a lot. Don’t think too hard, she’s an attractive Omega close to her heat, and I’m here..”
Renjun nods, rapping his knuckles against the door with a deep shaky breath.
“Hey?” You answer, ruffling your hair with a groggy look as if you’ve just woken up.
“Oh! Hey!” Haechan utters, waving awkwardly. “Hope we didn’t wake you! Our air stopped working a bit ago.”
“That’s terrible, it’s so hot out.” You groan, faking a yawn, tugging on the collar of your t-shirt to play up how hot you feel even inside of your chilly quarters. Renjun observes how well you fall into the ditzy cute innocent Omega you must portray on camera for your fans, pouting and whining at the end of each word like a petulant little brat.
“You think we can crash with you while the maintenance team works on it?” Renjun cocks an eyebrow, crossing his arms as he leans against your door frame.
“Ah, it’s kind of..” words stumble out alternating between whiny sounds as you attempt to think up an excuse. “I—….okay..”
Spinning on your heel, you offer them something to drink as they situate in your living room, seated on the couch they’d filled out their contracts at. “Thanks!” Haechan calls out, picking up a remote to scroll through the TV guide for something to watch.
Renjun glances back and forth suspiciously, his nose twitching, falling into character with more ease than he’d envisioned to be able to. “Hey, is it just me or she..”
“Oh, she definitely is.” Haechan says confidently, setting an arm behind his head with a grin pinching at his lips. “Why else do you think she hesitated to let us come in?”
“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”
The two share a sneaking look, settling at opposite ends of the couch to leave you with no choice but to sit between them when you show up with a tray of beverages.
“Oh..”
Neither seem interested in your presence, both lazily sprawled against the arm rests with their focus on the tv.
“Wanna play Mario Kart?” Haechan asks, throwing the remote aside. “Nothing to watch.”
“You guys can play..” you sigh, eyeing the small space you’ve been left with to sit between the two Alphas. Stuffy and cramped as you adjust to seat without trying to touch either of them.
“Nah, Renjun’s a sore loser. He complains way too much because I always win.” Haechan mumbles, holding one of the controllers out for you. “I’m sure you’ll be good.”
“What if I lose?”
The browns coloring Haechan’s iris gleam, speckled by different shades of orange and gold, inching closer until his lips sit centimeters away from yours. “If you lose..”
Renjun licks at his lips behind you, trailing his eyes down your back, becoming curious as to what you have hiding beneath the oversized t-shirt you probably slept in.
Haechan straightens up, blowing out a breath across your mouth. “..if you lose—you’ll sit on my lap the next round.”
“Next round?”
“Yeah,” he leans back, falling into a confident demeanor as he chooses to play as Yoshi. “Winner takes all.”
Princess Peach failed to even end up in the top 5 after the amount of times you swerved and smacked into the race track walls. The two Alphas at your sides hiding their and amused laughter with coughs the more you struggled and grew frustrated, wanting to hurdle the controller at a wall.
Haechan doesn’t say anything as music signals for the next round, spreading open his thighs to make room for you, he nods toward his lap with a silent command.
“I don’t think I can play again.” You say, feigning exhaustion by slumping back into the couch.
Renjun leans over, pinching your chin between two fingers to force your gaze up. “That’s not really fair is it, princess?”
A lazy hand lands around his wrist, pulling his fingers down lower to land on your throat. “I’m too hot.. can’t focus..”
“Come on princess, you know the rules here. You agreed to play, now you have to follow through.”
Haechan’s nose finds the column of your throat, gripping onto your waist to pull you onto his lap. “Stupid Omega letting the big bad wolves inside when her heats about to start.”
“No— no, Haechan, don’t..”
“Shh, you knew what you were doing.” Renjun squeezes your throat, shaking your neck with a tight hold. “Dripping right through your underwear as if we couldn’t smell you from down the hall. Don’t play dumb now, Omega.”
“I c-can’t..”
“Why are you lying, huh?” Haechan asks, pushing your ass down against his crotch. “Besides, when did I ask?”
“Don’t lie pretty, the more you lie, the more this will hurt.” Renjun catches your bottom lip just as Haechan slips his fingers past the top of your sweats, lowering slowly to cup your heat, letting out a grunt on your shoulder when he’s met with slick spilling out past the seat of your panties. Inner thighs coated with a mess of sweet delicious wetness dripping out of your hole like a broken faucet.
“No—no, not there, please..” Your pleading only makes them laugh, Renjun letting out a bitter chuckle as he releases his hardening shaft. Stroking up and down right before your face to give you a clear view of how thick and long he sits at full mass.
“So cute, right?” He taunts, shifting onto his knees on the couch to set his hips near your face. “Little brats like you think you can always get your way.”
Haechan slips in past your underwear, quietly cursing into your nape at the amount of slick dribbling between his digits. In disbelief that you’re this wet already, that they haven’t even fucked you yet and you’re drenching his crotch through your sweats.
“That little act you put on crumbles the second you see Alphas cock baby.” Renjun’s fingers trail up from your throat to your chin, thumb latching onto your bottom lip to pull it down. Drool gathers at the corners, trickling it’s way out down to your jaw to meet his digits that press harder. “Tell Alphas what you need, don’t fucking lie.”
“Renjun, pl-please, don’t be mean.” You gurgle, lapping at his thumb shoving your lip back and forth.
He grins, pushing the pad of his thumb down until you give and let him in, resting against your tongue heavily until you let out a gagging sound and wrap your lips around him.
“All that useless begging, look at you right now.” He sneers, pushing three more fingers into your mouth with ease. “Just like that, so obedient and cute.”
Haechan’s panting, working his hips up in circles against your damp bottom. Relentless with his digits rubbing in a blur over your clit. Nipping and sucking on your throat to quill some of his arousal that shouts throughout his head to rip off your sweats and plant you on his length until you cry out, begging to get fucked.
“Renjun,” coughing around his fingers working in and out of your mouth, you gag again, copious amounts of drool fountaining out around his hand down to your collarbone. “Please.”
“Please what? Use your words.”
Renjun loves it, loves how easy it was to shut you up, make you grovel for his cute cock. Pleading to do anything to you, to make you feel good.
“Something, please please Alpha.”
“This what you want?” Teasing at his slit, he eyes you curiously, wrapping around the base of his length to stroke himself to full hardness. Chubbing up impressively, definitely not as cute as you’d perceived.
He teases the tip along your upper lip, layering a coat of thick precum there to blend with drool. “Show me what that pretty bratty mouth can do.”
He felt even bigger against your tongue, finally breeching past your lips after pulling back teasingly with each flick of your tongue at his slit. The playfulness rapidly diminished as he buried forward, suffocating your nose with the smooth skin beneath his navel.
Sucking and gagging became inevitable around the Alphas size stretching your lips open painfully. Letting out loud groans above you with each ragged breath blown through your nose against his skin, each sloppy slurp around his size. Vibrating out moans between struggling to breathe when Haechan’s fingers sank lower, tapping at your entrance with extra force as he pushed the elastic in your underwear to the limits to get three of his digits inside of you.
The tip of Renjun’s length brutally punching the back of your throat only spurred more wetness out, gliding Haechan’s fingers to bury deeper. Growling as he nipped at your earlobe about how nasty you are, getting turned on by sucking cock like a whore.
“Only real sluts get wet from sucking dick, you know what that makes you baby?”
Licking up the bottom of Renjun’s length, you nod, enjoying how he weighed down on your tongue. Lips swollen from each pointed movement further pushing your mouth to open wide and take his entire size, tearing up and coughing all the more even as you tried to slow him down. Hands uselessly flying to grip onto his thighs and plead with wide begging eyes for the Alpha to slow and let you breathe.
“Aww, not so cute anymore?“ he grins, pushing your hair back grabbing fistfuls with a tight lock of his fingers; commanding control by pushing you further down his shaft to take it all.
Renjun never gave your mouth a break, thrusting his hips forward with vigor to fill your throat over and over. Biting down to calm pleasured groans from exiting, not wanting you to know how much he was enjoying this. You needed to earn it.
“That’s it, that’s how slutty Omegas suck cock.” Haechan praised, licking at your earlobe. Thumb swiping your clit in rapid motion as his fingers continued to pump inside you. “Cum around my fingers, let me feel you squeeze up. Cumming from taking Alphas dick down your throat. You know who cums from that baby? Bratty little Omega whores.”
“Ah, fuck,” Renjun’s tough facade snapped, breaking into pieces when your eyes rolled back the more Haechan stroked between your walls. Hips stuttering to a halt as his upper lip trembles over his teeth letting out breathy whimpers. “G-gonna cum, ugh fuck.”
A few more weak thrusts had hot release pouring down your throat. Shots of hot cum hitting your tonsils as your thighs clenched up, jutting back against Haechan with your hands reaching to clutch his wrist, squirming and crying around Renjun’s length as your own release hit. Punching from your gut to your throat, convulsing in time with each other dragging out a long orgasm from Renjun, collapsing down to his knees leaving cum to trickle out onto your chin.
“Fuck.”
Haechan’s sucking his fingers clean, licking between each to not miss any bit of your sloppy release, his free hand working to pull off your ruined bottoms with Renjun stripping your top off. Breath knocked from their lungs upon seeing your bared skin, obscenely wet down to your knees, hazily staring at them standing above you as you try to recuperate.
Haechan’s tongue drags across his palm, gaze lit up by the fear passing over your face the longer they stand there observing you. He’s the first to move, bending over by his waist to get in your face, whispering out hotly. “Now, tell me something.”
A ruthless grip captures your mound as he distracts you, digging the heel of his palm against your tender clit. “What type of useless Omega are you? Haven’t made me cum once.”
“B-but, you said..”
Two fingers roughly crook inside inside, gliding in despite how swollen your folds have become, filled with blood pumping down between your thighs. Throbbing loud enough you swear you can hear it, emptying the parts of your brain that help you function, giving into the heat with each press he buries deeply, curling his fingers up until your back arches. Crooning between a shattered moan.
“I said?” His pretty soft eyes widen, precious like a stuffed plushie you’d cuddle through the night. Actions speaking louder than the false image he uses to taunt you more with. “What did I say? Huh? Suddenly you listen?”
“I listen!” You end up shouting, too shook up by the stinging smack landing on your inner thigh. Digits ripping free from your core, oozing out tendrils of thick slick obscenely.
“What do you think, Renjun?”
Renjun’s face gives off more purity than Haechan’s, the smile teasing at his lips so sweet and soft. Irises gleaming angrily, sleek and cold. The two of them quietly preparing to destroy you. “I think she hasn’t done shit to prove why we should fuck her again.”
“Is that right Omega?” Haechan rips your head back, spouting a line of spit inside of your parted lips, he smacks at your jaw, dragging you to move by pulling at your scalp. “Say it.”
“Wanna make you cum Alpha, wanna be good for you.”
Renjun’s throat lodges a bit from the needy way you stare between them, letting Haechan’s spit rest on your tongue, pushing it out through pursed lips. Sweat dampened hair, big wet eyes, bloated spit coated lips, and slick pouring from your hole in globs, absolutely pornographic. He considers— if he had the money, he’d pay for your content too.
“Good,” Renjun voices, sitting down to move you onto his lap. Shedding his clothes off while Haechan played with you, his cock pressed to your lower back, fully hard again. “Because I’m gonna knot your pretty little pussy.”
Suddenly he’s pulling you back onto his cock with one smooth glide. Scrambling to position yourself with feet scurrying to perch on his thighs. The sound that emits when he shoves in absolutely filthy— disgusting, choking a moan from between your lungs as you head tosses back again.
“What makes you think you deserve to cum again?” Renjun bites at the shell of your ear, thrusting up sloppily from the amount of slick pouring onto his thighs. Slapping the sides of yours until your legs completely bend, steadily planting your feet above his knees to prop you open for the other Alpha.
“I’ve been good!” You cry out, repeating a chant of ‘please please please’ like a prayer, head flopping back onto his shoulder harder when Haechan crawls forward on his knees spitting at your clit. Tongue smearing the mess lower, meeting with Renjun’s length stretching you open. Tongue curling around your clit as two fingers find way to your entrance, gathering the wetness spilling out around the other Alphas cock.
“Please!” Renjun grunts, hips slapping against your bottom, digging his nails into the backs of your knees. Straining to fuck you faster, groaning louder each time Haechan’s tongue laps slick off his length.
“You—haven’t earned it yet.” He grits, breathlessly cursing.
“Please! Let me—Alpha, please!” Eyes roll to the back of your head, shouting out, clenching your toes. “Ahh! Ah—ahh fuck!”
Haechan shoves three fingers inside of you as Renjun thrusts out, pushing in through the free space to prod at your insides. The slide of cock against his long calloused fingers setting off a stinging pain to your chest.
“So fucking tight.” The Alpha on his knees says proudly, working to match Renjun’s thrust. Not even bothering to give you time to adjust, he sets a snapping pace pummeling a path inside immediately. “Don’t think she should get to cum until she can take us both.”
“Hear that baby?” Renjun breathes, delivering a pointed thrust to emphasize what Haechan said, pistoning with more ferocity and anger. The tip of his cock catching on your painfully stretched entrance with each pull out. “Begged to get fucked like a slut, that’s what you think you deserve?”
Between Haechan’s warm breath blowing on your clit and Renjun’s unforgiving movements, endless pleads begging to cum spill from your tongue. The Alpha inside of you chasing after his climax faster while bouncing you up and down, fingers jamming in and out, cock lodged deep inside, tongue flicking your clit over and over again.
“Alpha! Please—please cum!”
“Where?” Renjun huffs, thrusting harder, blinking sweat away from his eyelashes. “Ask for it!”
He slaps at your thighs, beating the skin with wicked stings. Cracking dry whimpers from your throat as Haechan’s lips suck around your clit. “I-Inside! Please! Inside!”
Renjun’s throat locks up, chest heaving and squeezing tight making it harder to breathe, pushing deep past where Haechan’s fingers can reach inside of you. Struggling to keep up his speed as the base of his size expands, pushing through with teeth gritted, hips not slowing for even a second despite the new resistance gripping him. Cum bursts, spilling down around his length from the extra stretch inside of you, flowing down to the other Alpha’s wrist who licks it up, suckling up the nasty mess of slick and cum.
“A-alpha..please let me cum, please.” Desperation has you near the brink of insanity. Body full blown trembling in the weakened hold on your thighs.
Haechan smirks, tucking his fingers inside his mouth, pushing up with his free hand to spit the combined release on your chin and chest. “You really think you deserve to cum already? What about me?”
Haechan’s pushing one of your thighs up higher before you can even register what’s happening, weakened and overstimulated from being edged for too long. The tip of his length prods at your filled entrance, dragging over your swollen clit, dropping his forehead to yours as he begins to push in past the tight squeeze he’s met with.
The cries and whimpers you let out only encourage him, pressing in more as he holds his breath, sucking in his nostrils to restrain the need to cum. Making Renjun let out a pitiful grunt against your shoulder when he slides against the other Alphas size. Knot full grown making his brain spin from the stimulation rubbing against him.
“So fucking dirty.” Haechan says, shoulders tensed from trying to contain himself. Throbbing against the deathlock your walls wrap around him as he meets obstruction, blending with Renjun’s length beneath. “Fuck, so fucking dirty and messy.”
The ache burns painfully, worse than before, stinging the backs of your eyes with moisture that pushes out at the first thrust he gives. Gliding in and out of you easily with Renjun’s cum leaking down between his thighs. Haechan buries his size inside of you with pointed thrusts, doing it with extra force just to watch the tears pour from your eyes faster, just to hear your cries grow louder, pour from the walls like music reverberating out of speakers.
“Made to get fucked.” He mutters, licking at sweat and tears dangling from the tip of your nose. “Made to take Alpha cock like this, take it like a good Omega. Offering your holes to any Alpha, desperate for a fat knot, so fucking greedy you need two.”
“Hae-haechan—“ it’s barely a whisper, croaking from the back of your throat. Bounced down onto Renjun’s knot, getting hard again enough to compose himself and match up to Haechan’s pace even when it hurts him. Too lust ridden to stop himself when your ass bounces against his stomach. Firm strokes filling you up, rubbing against each other incessantly.
“Fuck, gonna cum.” He pants against your lips, tongue laving out like a hungry dog. Biting and sucking on whatever he can catch, leaving your mouth more swollen and bruised. “Make Alpha cum baby, wanna feel that pussy squeeze up again.”
Guiding a hand between your bodies, he thumbs at your over-sensitive clit again, sending shock waves of pleasure up your spine. Head jerked back onto Renjun’s shoulder, blabbering between your cries as you finally clenched around the two; orgasm barreling out of you sending a wave of electric shock up to your brain. The scream you let out echoing off the walls, permeating obscene wet squelches paired with the Alphas noisy grunts.
“A-ahh—“ Haechan’s head drops, knot ripping out around his base with one more thrust, locking him into place unable to move anymore as his cock weeps. Cum pouring out of him fiercely, endlessly streaming out. Only able to stay inside from the knots battling to keep you plugged up.
Renjun’s hips jump up just once, grinding upward letting out another release between a strangled groan that barely exits his lips.
“N-no no more, noo..” you hiccup, sobbing into the crook of Haechan’s neck. The ache in your legs gone numb from the overwhelming heat filling your gut, splayed out like a broken doll between the Alphas. Panting like animals stuck in humid heat that won’t allow you to catch your breath.
“Good Omega.” Haechan pecks wherever his mouth can reach, nudging his nose against your eyelid. “God, you’re so good.”
Renjun lets out a muffled sound agreeing, blowing hot air along the back of your shoulder.
“Thanks for..” Haechan grins, lip curling up wickedly. “Letting us come over.”
He’s not sure if he should kiss you, blinking up making direct eye contact with one of the various streaming cameras— he remembers that this isn’t live, opting to gently peck the tip of your nose. “You okay?”
“Mhm..” your eyes can’t seem to stay in place, as if the sockets have lost control of power, rolling back still too high off your climax. “Thank you Alphas.”
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“Hey?” Jeno pokes into your bedroom, subtly ducking his chin in to hide the thrill painting his features upon seeing your set-up. Swallowing down a raspy cough, he glances around, smirking at the visual of your pink bedding. The room he’s dreamt of for months, weeks, days, restless nights awake stroking his cock to made-up fantasies of turning you around into multiple positions on this bed.
He’s calm, mostly, stealing looks around for where various cameras have been placed to capture different angles of what’s about to go down.
“Jeno?”
Your voice shivers up his spine, flaring his nostrils as he lets the scent of rose petals in your body wash lingering on your flesh circle around him. The prominent aroma of heat hits stronger than any amount of scrub and bubbles you used to cleanse your skin of Renjun and Haechan’s cum.
Honey.. sweet dripping honeycombs..
Jeno has to stop himself from sucking down a deep breath of slick gathering between your thighs. Muscles strain beneath the sweat soaked cotton material of his shirt, twitching while he tries to keep collected, turning to face you with an easy smile. “Jaemin sent me in to see if you’re ready for the photoshoot.”
“Oh, I didn’t know you’d be coming too?”
Jeno shrugs, explaining his sweaty appearance by telling you the story of their broken air conditioner while you sort through a rack of scantily clad garments hung on silk hangers. He thinks it’s fitting, everything in your bedroom screams feminine, delicate and pretty, only adding more ideas in his mind of different ways he’d love to rip off your designer lingerie. His monthly fee had to contribute to your closet somehow.
“Everyone’s air conditioner’s breaking from these heatwave’s..” you mumble, shyly gripping tighter onto the towel wrapped around you.
“Do you feel uncomfortable with me being here?” Jeno questions, proceeding to carry on conversation as if red lights from the cameras couldn’t bother him in the least.
“A little,” you say, sparing him a coy look over your shoulder with a small wink. “Jaemin told me that you’re one of my subscribers. Maybe you can help me choose what to wear?”
Jeno’s mouth hangs open comically following your towel slipping off, immediately hit with a potent waft of your scent. He has to tighten his fist as his sides to stop from lunging at your bare backside. Stepping closer with thinning eyes to stand behind you, he digs at your shoulder with the tip of his nose. Hands finding the back of your waist to tickle at with light grazes.
“Why would you put something on?” He glowers, quietly speaking. “You think I won’t just rip it off of you?”
“Alpha, what are y-you..” Jeno’s instincts take over, already forgetting he’s here technically to work.
“I’ve been subscribed to you for a really long time.” He whispers for you, hoping the microphones Jaemin set up can’t pick up on his low rumble. “Is that weird?”
Jeno’s cute— kind of in the same way Renjun’s dick is cute, but even cuter. The calmest he’s been since arriving with the others just now, pheromones similar to an Alpha pup entering their first rut, even that aspect melted your chest, having to bite your tongue from over-complimenting the Alpha in the moment to keep the act going.
“Do you know how many of my subscribers wish they could fuck me?”
Jeno splutters, pinching his fingers into where your waist dips, bottom lip jutting out as he shakes his head.
“Every single one of them. Don’t let them down.. Alpha.”
He’s been waiting so long for this, even had to wait while his friends fucked you first. Chewing at his nails nervously while he sat out on the balcony with Jaemin, he thought about it, remembering each time you’d notice his messages in the chat and responded with a devilish smile.
“None of them have ever wanted you as much as me.” Jeno steps closer, positioning your chest against the wall with his hips circling against your backside holding you in place with one palm flattened on the curve in your spine. “None of them will ever fuck you the way I’m about to.”
“Alpha..” you say it in such a gentle tone, lowering down to the coquettish gamer girl voice that always makes payments drop into your account faster. Tongue hanging out for Jeno’s eyes to track, following the little wiggle you give before he snaps, darting forward to trap you between his lips.
It’s not a slow kiss, lacking rush as he savors tasting you for the first time. Just as sweet and tantalizing as he always imagined, better even; cherry flavored jolly rancher that he wishes could permanently stain his tongue with remnants of its flavor.
The Alphas strong build melts heavily against your back, trailing bony long fingers between your lower halves to tug himself free.
“F-fuck.” You gasp, planting your forehead against the wall, losing the hold around your tongue. Lips returning to an abused swollen state from the heated kiss.
���I know how you like it.” Jeno whispers, licking up your jawline to your earlobe, nipping as he slaps his length between the crevice of your ass. “I know how you love it.”
His shaft feels weighty on your bottom, slapping down landing with obscenely loud smacks the cameras could pick up on even without microphones. “How’s your pussy gonna take all this dick baby?”
Jeno already has your eyes rolling up, from the gravely rasp in his tone to his sheer mass pressing heavy on your body, forcing your nipples to scratch against the wall sending shrill sensations down to the gushing space between your thighs. “Thought you were a fan..”
“Oh I am.” Jeno clicks his tongue, kissing at the backs of his teeth. Bending at his knees to swipe between your buttcheeks. “Gonna fuck every part of you.”
He pushes between your thighs to emphasize, grunting like a beast against your nape. Excitement from before spiraling into the pure need to fuck and breed, fill you with pups before any other Alpha can.
Even between your thighs Jeno feels too thick, forcing your knees to bump into each other with each splitting thrust he gives. Pushing at his sweats haphazardly to relieve his balls of the heat swarming his skin, his Alpha taking over chanting to mate mate mate. Each slap of his hips screams against your backside, resounding an aggressive clap throughout your bedroom.
Jeno can hardly believe your slicks staining his sweats, leaking out for him, pussy folds draping around his size pleading to be filled. “My Omega, gonna be dreaming about my cock after this. On your knees for me, begging for Alpha to fuck you.”
The heat between your thighs becomes unbearable, jammed against his size viciously strumming your clit. Heavy palms cup your waist, riding you back and forth on his length faster, scrabbling at the wall.
Jeno shouts a string of curses, ripping away only to throw you down on the bed. Throat tight as he swiftly twists off his shirt. Pupils blown wide covered in black, a blush rising from the center of his chest to warm pink nipples, tracing the veins lining his throat to where his lips swell into a pout.
He stands proud following your heated gaze to his gleaming shaft standing tall, reaching the middle of his carved abdomen. Instinctively clamping your thighs together when he approaches, kicking his sweats off, smiling too adorably as he captures your thighs.
“What happened to being the queen of taking cock?”
Jeno lets out a giggle, a fucking giggle, amused by the sheer terror crossing your expression. Spreading your thighs apart, losing his stature when your heady scent hits him. Pussy insanely drenched leaving a puddled mess to create under your ass.
His length drapes down the center of your stomach, the tip landing just above halfway. Poking at your muscles twitching under his size. “That’s how deep I’m gonna fuck you.”
The need to claim you and make you his intensifies more, mesmerized by your hole twitching, pulsing around nothing. Your body screaming from anywhere to get fucked, for him to fuck you, that’s all Jeno can think. You need him to fuck you.
“Only I get to see you like this..” He says, jaw locking when he has to specify. “…out of all the Alphas who pay.”
The realization stirs up the Alphas primal hunger, desire overflowing to ruin you, ruin you for only him. Ensure that no one else will ever be good enough, no one else will ever satisfy you.
Jeno almost feels embarrassed as he circles the tip of his length on your entrance. Shivering from his thighs to where his throat bobs up and down. Prolonging teasing your hole only for his sanity— quietly pep-talking himself up to not cum in a minute, he hadn’t edged himself for hours into the night missing sleep over your videos to fuck up this chance.
After what feels like an eternity, he sucks down a deep breath lowering inch by inch into your sopping wet cunt. Lewd ridiculous sounds of wetness gush out around his fat size, walls clamping down sucking him in to move even faster. True to his word, your stomach extends when he sinks inside to the hilt, cock pushing your walls to a new stretch. Fiercely throbbing between your convulsing heat.
“Oh fu-fuck..” Jeno’s mouth drops open, his eyes rolling up as if this was his first time. Your pussy tightening around his size like a glove, the veins beating up and down his length molding to the shape of your insides. “So—so fucking tight.”
Jeno’s mewling, brain thoughtless to the cameras recording, not a care in the world about the amount of comments that would make fun of him. His reaction only confirming you weren’t just a pretty Omega for Alphas to shower with gifts, but the actual girl of his dreams. The fleshlight he discretely kept hidden under his bed from your merch site would never be able to compare.
He pulls out only to slam his cock back in, drowning in the way you spasm and clench around him. Pussy locked tight refusing to let go, knowing in the back of his mind he’d have you trained to take his size everyday, turn you into the perfect doll to sit on his cock.
The Alphas hands find your curved waist, dipping the pads of his fingers in to gain momentum. “So pretty, you’re so pretty.” He says between labored breaths, cock stroking in and out too rapidly, losing coherency too much to even understand him.
Jeno’s speed becomes punishing, caught up in his own crazed lust, determined to push cum far deep enough inside of you that you taste him in the back of your mouth.
Moans and whimpers soar off your tongue, head thrashing side to side as the Alpha lifts your ankles to his shoulders, pounding faster until you’re limp. Hanging boneless on his cock spearing all the way inside, bulging the skin around your navel out with each deep hit.
“Alpha..c-cum,” you babble breathlessly. Air knocked out of you with each unforgiving slide of Jeno’s length pushing your mind further away. “C-close, I—close.”
He nods, taking the initiative to fuck you with extra force until you’re shouting, gripping at the pillows above your head. The pillows he’s watched you ride and get off on countless amounts of times. Memories of cumming in the shower, at 3am in bed, even in the school bathroom resurface as his gaze takes in your breasts bouncing, clapping together from the impact of his body engulfing yours.
“Cum for your Alpha, cum for me baby.”
Your orgasm clutches you by the throat, beckoning your back to arch up as your release nearly forces Jeno’s size to push out. Wetness spritzing over his abs and chest, even reaching up to slap under his chin.
“What’s taking so long?” Jaemin steps in right as Jeno folds you in half, the backs of your knees hoisted to the sides of your head, neck thrown back in a complete daze.
The Alpha on top of you catches his friend entering from the corner of his eye, a camera in hand as they planned for better up-close shots under the premise of photographing content for your page. His thrusts never falter, angling and maneuvering just right to reach where you need, pummeling moaned gasps from the back of your throat.
“Gonna fill you full of pups.” Jeno mostly says to himself, voice rough and serious with each dip crushing his abdominal muscles together. Sweaty and flexing the more he grinds forward, grunting through licks at his teeth. “Want Alpha to breed your pretty cunt? You’d like that wouldn’t you?”
Fixated on chasing his release, Jeno pushes your thighs to your chest. Pressing hard watching his cock punch through your slick velvety walls. Entrance clinging to his thick girth, looking raw and used, still wanting more.
Droplets of sweat rain down, landing to melt along the backs of your legs from where they jump off Jeno’s jaw, neck rippling under a sheet of sweat. Exerting more power to cage you completely, leaving little to no room for you to even squirm away.
Jaemin expected to walk in on this, what he didn’t expect was the wash of annoyance that poured down his mind. Biting at his bottom lip to control himself from ruining the moment, he powers on the camera in his hand; zooming in to your face as Jeno leans in to give you the messiest, spittiest, barely there kiss. A kiss more so meant for his friends eyes only.
“What was that?” Jeno spews, wet hair flopping on his forehead. The heat from your bodies overpowering the air blowing from the vent above your door. Even Jaemin has to lap away sweat from his upper lip the closer he approaches.
Jeno’s question breaks through your mind with another ruthless snap of his hips. Chanting a round of broken yesyesyesyes, shouting out for the Alpha when his relentless pounding turns erratic, burning your back to shift up your bed. Damp bedding lights fire up your back, dragged harder by the Alpha losing his restraint, stilling right as your head hits the headboard.
Jeno’s growls sound close to whines, pup whines. Fucking like he’s never had a rut before, never slowing, emptying cum deep inside your walls for what feels like hours. Knot popping, sending hisses between his grinding teeth, deeply wrinkled around his squeezed shut eyes. Shallowly continuing to fuck your pussy through his never ending orgasm, knot attempting to sneak through with another thrust.
“Too much! S-too much!” You sob, head reeling and aching from how hard Jeno had fucked you, the headboard smacking back when you collided.
Jaemin taps his friend's shoulder, breaking his daze. Finally letting your legs down gently to not flop down harshly.
Jeno wants to curse, cry, shout and scream, kick his legs. Smoothing his hands down soft tender flesh lining your inner thighs, fixated on your ruined hole plugged up full of his cum, filled to the brim by his cock and knot. “So perfect.”
He shifts back just enough to admire white hot release squeeze out. Knot covered with a mixture of you both, something he could get off to if he had a photo on hand. Nodding for Jaemin to come closer and get a shot as he dips his digits to collect some of the blend, raising it to your lips letting out whines from over sensitivity.
“Open baby, that’s it pretty baby.” He coos, pushing a filthy wad of your cum onto your tongue, plump lips wrapping around his fingers with a suck.
Jaemin concentrates on filming your face, his dick twitching when your relaxed expression switches to one of fear, Jeno going on about how good you feel, how he’s your Alpha now.
“Who owns you now? Hmm?” He asks, penetrating his digits further in until you’re gagging, coughing from the rough pace he starts prodding your mouth with.
“You know why she’s not answering?” Jaemin interrupts, scanning the drool that's covered your chin and chest. “You can’t own a slut.”
Without another word, Jaemin elbows Jeno’s side, taken over by how long he’s waites. How infuriated he feels having to witness another Alpha fuck you stupid when that should be him.
The Alpha in question grumbles, knot gone down enough to be shoved aside with ease to be forgotten. He sits near, doing as he was instructed to earlier— ‘film it like a viewer would enjoy, you should know how.’
Jaemin’s fast to turn you over, his hands brushing up the backs of your thighs to grip your hips. Positioning your ass up like a good Omega presenting for their Alpha, not even giving you a minute to realize he’s about to fuck you face down ass up before he swipes between your folds gathering slick and cum, burying into your ass with one push.
He’s big— so fucking big. Fully erect, stretching your hole wide around thick fat girth. The better part of Jaemin long gone, his only care now to fuck your ass raw, hear your wails blast around the room, claim a part of you before Jeno can.
He’s so deep, filling your hole up giving you no time to even adjust, writhing as you reach for something, anything. Clutching at your bed topper, at Jeno’s smooth built thigh. The Alpha panning over the exposed white of your eyes, tongue hung out trickling saliva out like something straight out of Hentai.
Jaemin’s strong thighs press to the backs of yours, cock fully breaching your hole, stinging from the tip of your spine all the way to the top. Cries, sobbing cries sound before you can even register, fucked too stupid by the fullness splitting your ass open.
Nothing about the Alphas movements comes across charming or polite anymore, brutally gripping your hips with a bruising hold; leveraging your weight to snap forward forcing a deep bowed arch in your back.
Skin clapping against wet skin boomed around your bedroom, muffling the whimpering moans spewing from your chest. Jaemin only spurred to fuck you full of his rage— rage that should be directed at the Alpha equally irritated behind the camera.
“Alpha! Please—“ saliva collecting around your tongues slips free, covering your chin in more of a mess. Adding more obscenity to the visual of Jaemin’s broad figure behind you, pushing the mounds of your ass to roll over onto your lower back with each pummel of his hips.
“Did I say you could fucking speak?” Jaemin growls, slapping your hip before looping a fist through your hair. Yanking to lift your head for the camera lense to zoom in and out and focus on the disaster that’s taken place. Tears streaming down your flushed cheeks, lips debauched from chewing and biting, snot mixing with sweat above your pout. A nasty little mess, manhandled around by Alphas like nothing but a useless fucktoy.
“You see Jeno?” He leans over, pressing against your ass making your thighs scream from the burn of his weight pushing you into a half-split bent at your knees. “He’s your biggest fan.”
Jaemin’s tone fills with mockery, taunting and picking at his friend, taking a hold of your jaw with his other hand to make you look at the camera, look at Jeno’s enraged face hiding behind it. The cold gaze watching you coiling heat through your gut, spiraling up your chest. Trapped by the Alphas hand lowering to cup your throat with a squeeze, coughing through sobs the more he tightens.
“So fucking ungrateful, he pays so much just to watch you, pretend you belong to him.” Jaemin tuts, lifting hooded eyes to glare at the other. “This is how you thank him? Let his best friend fuck your ass. Such a fucking whore.”
Jeno’s lips pull back in a snarl, silently warning his roommate to stop trying him. Making him suffer as much as he’s made you with the bullshit he goes on saying.
“You can thank him better than this.” Jaemin says, roughly shaking your throat in his grip. “Come on, open up that pretty mouth.”
Instantaneously your tongue lolls out like a bitch in heat, causing Jeno to grunt, clamping his free hand around the base of his shaft. Shame and thrill combining to rip a guttural moan through it all. Jaemin only using your brainless weakened stated to his advantage.
The Alphas bicep lodges against your throat, squeezing your breath to choke out with every thrust, his other hand fisting your hair until your neck arches back in a painful way. Jeno getting an amazing shot of your tongue hanging lifelessly, drooling onto Jaemin’s meaty bulging bicep. Biting down on it hard enough to shock yourself to waken enough and cry.
Jaemin’s nose buries behind your ear, licking at whatever he can reach. Hiding his voice by latching onto your neck. “So fucking sexy, you’re so fucking hot.”
He gets it, he more than gets it. Stilling to circle against your ass as he lets out a less than manly whine. The desperation rumbling from his chest lets you know he’s close, face crumpling behind you, doing his best to keep it a secret with his nose tucked into your hair.
His thrusts snap like quick jabs, sharp and pointed. Expertly fucking your ass without losing his pace, without caring if you even get off. Letting your head drop, Jaemin gives your scalp a break, slapping a firm grip on your shoulder to keep you in place. The impact forcing your face to drop forward, biting down on the bicep shifting under your chin. Thick meat of muscle fills your taste buds, laving at it pathetically to compress the wails trying to crack from your lungs.
Jaemin knows he doesn’t have to do it, he doesn’t owe you a damn thing. Reminding you to be grateful he’s even fucking your slutty ass, he jerks your neck back up, cracking in the process. Pushing your hips up with his length grinding into you. Fingers swoop down, blurring over your clit in a mean way just to make you cry more. “Show your loyal fans what it takes to make you cum.”
Fumbling to fist the bedding, you convulse, pussy clenching at nothing. Squirting all over your thighs, ruined pretty pink blanket, and the Alpha’s forearm continuing to vibrate pushing your orgasm over the edge.
Jaemin let’s out a cracked groan, having to slow down from the ass clamps around him. Thrashing against his arm making the pressure worse on his cock.
He sighs through a moan, cupping your bruised hip to pull out, cock landing with a wet slap where your butt perks and rounds out. Struggling to keep his eyes open as he groans filthily, the tip of his length prodding in and it of your hole to push his cum in. Letting the rest of it cover your ass with a creamy layer.
“There you go,” he sighs, kissing your temples. Licking away sweat that’s about to clump your eyelashes together more. “Such a good Omega.”
He eyes the teeth marks shining under a coat of drool left behind on his arm, softly dislodging your chin while massaging the back of your strained neck. “Hungry little puppy.”
He thrusts back in once more for good measure, making you squeal and hiss, his heavy hand pushing at your lower back to slide out with calm. Cum bubbling around his softening length as your rim pulses.
Jeno lets out an angry scoff, grabbing onto the back of your leg once Jaemin finally moves off. Grumbling something about how his friend took long enough.
“N-no! No more!” You cry, wailing, weakly trying to crawl away on your knees. Jeno tossing you onto your back like a rag doll after Jaemin emptied the life out of you.
“Shh, be good for Alpha.”
The last thing you hear before your eyes roll to the backs of your sockets. Lungs crushed under Jeno’s weight as he sinks deep inside your ass pushing the rest of Jaemin’s cum to pour out.
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“Hey.” Jeno’s eyes light up above you, his face all fresh with floppy damp hair. Sporting a soft smile, patting a cool cloth on your forehead. “You’re awake. I think your heat actually broke.”
“Hmm?” Sitting up on your elbows, you see Jaemin sitting at the end of the bed, a shifty gaze roaming between you and the other Alpha.
“You feeling okay?” He asks, rubbing at the side of his neck, a nervous habit.
“Kind of sleepy.” You yawn, settling against two stacked pillows. Jeno continues to pamper you, apologizing for losing control with a look of concern.
“That was the point, Alpha.” You reassure with a wink, tracing the lines of his opened apologetic palm. “Should have the video up by tomorrow, after my editor cuts all the unsexy stuff.”
Jaemin clears his throat to interrupt, wishing Jeno would leave first so he could talk to you in private. It’s not as if his roommate should have any type of claim on you just because he was horny enough to pay for a monthly subscription.
“We should leave so you can rest.” He nods. “I have some errands to run tomorrow nearby, if you need anything..”
Jeno’s jaw pops open, fixing his friend with an offended look. The other proceeding to ignore him with a shrug.
“Thank you Alp—….Jaemin..”
“Of course.” He smiles politely, the demon that had just wrecked your ass long disappeared by now. “Let’s get going Jeno.”
Jeno follows after Jaemin, trudging to exit with slumped shoulders, weighed down by an impending sensation of regret. Tilting his head side to side annoyed the more he thought about it.
“Be right back!” He spins, jogging the short distance back to your bedroom to find you still blissfully laid in place ready to fall asleep again.
“Hey.” He smiles brightly, blinking to keep his eyes as open as possible despite the way his cheeks ache from stretching his lips so wide.
“Jeno? Did you forget something?”
The Alpha steps back inside, sinking your bed in where he sits and pulls out his phone. “Yeah, your phone number.”
“Ahh..” covering your face, you can’t resist the urge to squeal. The overly eager Alpha unleashing shyness and excitement in your chest. “So cheesy!”
“I should’ve been cooler, right?” He wonders, teeth chattering with a nervous laugh. “Strolled in like— what’re you doing this weekend? Other than me?”
“Jeno?” Jaemin pokes his head past your door, having followed after him and listened to this embarrassing back and forth long enough. “Let’s go. Now. Haechan and Renjun have been waiting for us at the restaurant.”
“Oh yeah yeah, sorry.” Jeno leans over, stealing a kiss on your forehead as if his mouth hadn’t just slathered the entirety of your body in sucks and bites. “Get some rest.”
Jaemin nods, staying behind as his friend walks out. “Can I text you still?”
“Huh?” You question sleepily, confused as to why he’d ask. “Of course.. Alpha.”
Jaemin smiles, ducking his chin to hide the blush seeping through his cheeks. “Maybe we can hang out? next Saturday?”
“Yeah, maybe.”
a/n: Jeno favoritism always😭
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ps- kinda proofed/kinda not🥹💙
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forevamark · 2 years
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looking for attention (l.jn)
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It’s finally here! 
After many hours of not being able to stop adding and deleting parts of this fic, I decided on a final version! I hope it was thoroughly worth the wait!
Pairing: Jeno ft the ‘00 line dreamies x fem! reader insert
Tags: gamer idol au, secret girlfriend reader, slice of life, needy reader, jeno is a nerdy possessive hard head,  substantial amount of plot leading up to the nasty,  dialogue heavy, lowkey the ‘00 line wants you so bad, jeno knows everyone wants you so bad, y’all can look but not touch vibes, camera voyeurism, 
Intended for 18+ readers, minors do not interact.
Warnings: cursing/swearing, teasing, voyeurism, exhibitionism, oral male receiving, masturbation, phone sex, masturbation in public, unprotected sex (wrap it up ya’ll!), breeding kink, mentions of potential five way, multiple partners (not directly), possessive domination, spit kink, thigh riding, spanking, slight choking, degradation, reader is a simpy subby sub sub, dumbification/bimbo kink, mentions of referring to reader as ‘pet’/’kitten’, ‘slut’ etc.
Word Count: ~7.95k words
Summary: Between Jeno being an idol and you being a current nursing school student, it’s hard to find time to be there for each other and actually feel like you two are dating. So when Jeno makes time to spend a whole day with you but actually spends the whole time playing with the boys online instead of helping you study for your exam, you decide it’s time to play some games of your own.
any and all feedback is appreciated! Not fully proofread sorry!
“Are you kidding me? Hyuck open your fucking eyes!” Jeno screamed at his screen while throwing his hands in the air, “I’m tired of us not moving on because of you!”
It’s been three hours since you have arrived at Jeno’s apartment. You’ve been insisting on spending more quality time with him and he finally promised to put more effort in by agreeing to spend the day with you.
Maybe you should have seen it coming when Jeno insisted on you bringing your class materials for your upcoming exam, promising that he will help you study. When he opened the door you were expected to be bombarded with warm hugs and maybe even some cuddles and suggestions to bake cookies. Would it be so presumptuous to even be looking forward to savagely ravished in some long awaited sexy time? The thought of having uninterrupted alone time with Jeno bounced around your mind as you anticipatingly waited for him to answer the door.
However much to your chagrin, you were begrudgingly and briefly greeted with a breathy irritated Jeno that barely made eye contact before running back to the room shouting, “I swear I’m here! I’m here! Just had to open the door for y/n! I’m back! I’m back!” leaving you confused and rooted to the welcome mat of his front door.
Sighing, you slowly removed your shoes and moved towards his kitchen to grab some water and place your belongings on his table. Making your way to Jeno’s room, the volume of his excited shouting elevated and as you rounded the corner you saw him slouched over staring at the screen with intent eyes and hands frantically moving. 
“Hey babe,” you knock while leaning against his desk, his eyes not meeting yours once again. 
“Just go towards the back Jaem that way they won’t see you,” he called out adjusting his mic. 
“Babe,” you raised your voice.
“No Hyuck, stay there, we need you later,” he replied while checking his second monitor briefly then shooting you a quick smile before clicking repeatedly, “hey babe sorry I’ll be done with this game soon, one sec.”
“Will you really be done soon? It’s fine if it won't just let me know so I’m not just waiting around.” 
“Yeah, yeah swear,” he nodded while playing.
You made your way back to the table in the living room and placed all your textbooks down and opened up your laptop to finish a lecture that you needed to finish taking notes on.
Fifteen minutes passed and your feet were tucked under your body in the seat and highlighters were scattered around. As you cracked your knuckles closing the lecture video tab, Jeno walked out of his room shirtless, sporting a pair of gray sweatpants and his gaming headset on, making his way to the fridge. 
Jeno was a dream. Only he could look so insanely attractive while having the personality of the biggest nerd you’ve ever encountered. When you two first met, he was just a baby face with the biggest mop of hair that was always cautious with his actions. He was the most respectful gentleman at the ripe age of 14, showing up to your front doorstep, stumbling over his words to your dad with a grandiose bouquet of roses asking for permission to officially court you. Yes, court you. Your parents loved Jeno; over time he proved his loyalty, respect, and care that he would have towards you. When he joined the company to pursue his dreams of being an idol, there wasn’t a night that he would miss sending you goodnight voice memos filled with words of affirmations or order the very same set of flowers to your doorstep on every month-anniversary. He was a hopeless romantic sweetheart, a cutie with a heart of chivalry. 
But of course your parents had no idea to what your relationship was like when you two were alone, from losing your virginity with Jeno after your highschool prom, or him sending you breathy lewd videos of himself in response to photos you would send him in the middle of his busy training days before concerts and comebacks. You and Jeno were always willing to put in the time for one another, that is until as of lately…
“Let’s fucking go!” he hollered while rummaging through the shelves to find a carton of banana milk and drinking it, “can’t believe we made it out of there, Hyuck fucking sucks at stealth missions, so it must have been a miracle for them to not see him,” he laughs while heading towards you. 
Jeno flicked his hair to the side and tucked a hand into his pocket making his arms slightly flex, effortlessly gorgeous as always. Long gone were his familiar long black locks that seemed to always fall right over his eyebrows from his childhood days. Jeno’s grown into his face for sure; his hair no longer midnight but reminiscent of it, that deep midnight blue with buzzed sides, cheeks high and chin angular. But no matter how much he’s changed, that precious eye smile will forever remain.
Straightening your back you leaned forward awaiting him to finally sit with you, lips sitting prettily puckered awaiting your overdue kiss. Excitement erupts and you can barely sit still as you think how you will escalate this further today. A long list of positions and roleplay fill your head excitingly as you watch him stride closer. It has been a while since you two have been able to have a whole day to yourselves. However Jeno wasn’t nearly on the same page as he walked straight past and into the pantry to take out a bag of chips and jog back into the room. Disappointment -and a bit of sexual frustration- sets in as you hear a faint, “hell yeah I’m down for another round lemme log back in really quick!”
You have got to be kidding me.
Rolling your eyes, you open your laptop back up and move on to the next video. An excruciatingly long hour and half passed by and the droning, monotone voice of your professor proved to make you both tired and relentlessly bored. How can someone talk about phlebotomy so passionately for hours on end? Jeno’s cheers of wins and screeches of losses the whole time as you tried to concentrate on your professor’s stale voice deemed studying here was harder than you thought. Detangling your limbs from the chair, you walked towards his voice and heavy clacking. 
“Nono, you said almost done like two hours ago,” you frowned while at the frame of his door. 
He tore his eyes away from the screen finally noticing your sad demeanor, “I’m sorry baby we are almost done with this round, promise.” 
You could hear the roar of jester he got from the boys on the other end of his call. A round of kissy sounds were coupled with a few mentions of him going ‘soft’ or ‘whipped’. “shut up guys, you guys are just jealous you’re single.”
You rolled your eyes and walked towards him, “you told me you would make time for me today! How is this quality time Nono?”
“Yeah Nono? If this is quality time with y/n invite us over next time!” You heard Jaemin from the other end of his headphones.
“Shut up please, you incels!” Jeno muttered while muting his mic, removing his headphones to his neck, and resting his hands on your hips as you stood between his knees, “Baby, I’m so sorry, I swear we are almost done, if you want you can lay on my bed as you go through your flashcards?”
“I don’t want to study by myself anymore! You told me quality time and you would help me study! If I wanted to study alone I would have just stayed home…” you whined with your arms crossed.
“Okay,” Jeno rested his head into your stomach in an attempt to forgive him with his cuteness, “What about you lay on my bed behind me, and I’ll read out the flashcards and you can answer. That way I can help you study and I can finish this game with the boys?”
“I don’t want you to keep playing with the boys though… I want you to pay attention to me! I want your attention,” you said while stomping your foot for emphasis hoping he could hear the neediness in your infliction.
“Jeno! I don’t care how much your ass is in trouble with y/n! Get the fuck back in here I can’t keep covering for you!” Hyuck interjected while everyone else agreed to join in on the insults.
“One more sec!” he said into the mic before muting again, “last offer baby, I said I’m sorry, I’ll help you study and when we finish, then you’ll have my undivided attention.”
After a few seconds of looking into his puppy dog eyes and pouty lip you reluctantly agreed and retreated to the kitchen to gather your flashcards and study questions. Jeno cheered, turning in his chair to slot his headphones back on and situate his mic. 
“Yo I’m sorry I’m sorry! I’m here, I’m just going to help y/n study while we finish out this round.”
“Dude you cannot be multitasking right now! We are so close to reaching the end game!” Renjun argued.
“We have never gotten this far, and I’m not wasting another two hours on trying to get here again so you better be focused,” Hyuck scolded.
“I swear I’m paying attention,” he nodded as you handed him the fat stack of decorated index cards. Jeno lightly giggled and smirked at you, “did you really decorate your nursing flashcards with stickers to make them all cutesy?”
“Yes?” you retorted, “and what about it?” as you situated yourself by laying on your back and your legs in the air.
“Because y/n” he turned in his chair to look at you trying not to linger his eyes on your bare legs in the air. He held one particular card up fully decorated, glittered, and written in smooth calligraphy reading, ‘testicular cancer’.
“I associate the decoration with the terms! It’s like a studying technique babe!” you sat up defending yourself.
“How did you associate testicular cancer with hello kitty and ice cream stickers?” he challenged.
Just as you were about to answer, Renjun’s voice filled the room, “Jeno! What did we just say? We almost lost Jaemin because you aren’t paying attention!”
Other voices chastised Jeno pulling him back to his computer pressing a few buttons and clicking profusely. 
“Okay sorry again, I healed everyone, are we all good now?” he looked between his screens checking on everyone.
“We would have been better if you weren’t so busy talking about hello kitty and cancer? Which hello? Is not something to joke about!” Hyuck pressed.
“Actually it’s hello kitty, ice cream, and testicular cancer, Hyuck,” you chimed in from behind, “Okay Nono, I’m ready for my first question.”
“Okay…” after a couple more clicks he picked up the first card, “How do you use an Incentive Spirometer?”
“Oh that’s an easy one, first you have the patient sit up straight.”
“Ugh, so boring…can you at least mute yourself for now?” Jaemin sighed on the other end of the line.
Ignoring his remarks you continued, “then you have the patient exhale completely, third have the patient place their lips on the mouthpiece-”
“I know where I’d like to have your lips,” Jeno instinctively responded without thinking with a clear smirk on his lips. A burst of laughter erupted from his friends as well as your boyfriend as you sat there unimpressed.
“Dude you’re so gross,” Renjun muttered.
Meanwhile Hyuck must have been into it as he responded, “I second that.” Whereas Jaemin just laughed with a simple, “haha, I agree.”
“Watch it you two,” Jeno stoically grumbled while continuing to slam his fingers onto the keyboard. 
“This is serious stuff guys! I need to pass my NCLEX next week.”
“Then why bother Jeno while he plays! Don't worry y/n we will return your precious Nono after we are done, okay? Just like your little exam is important to you, this is severely important to us,” Hyuck seriously tried to barter while the others chuckled.
“I don’t know how me having the opportunity to save lives is even comparable to your silly little games…” 
The boys feigned hurt with a chorus of dramatic gasps. 
“This ‘silly little game’ is everything,” Hyuck said.
Jaemin joined in, “we are also saving lives! We are fighting the bad guys!”
“Are you really trying to compare NPCs to real human beings?”  you bit back.
“Hey, humans are humans babe,” Jeno chuckled.
“Those aren’t even humans!” You shouted from over his shoulder pointing at the screen.
“Look y/n, Hyuck is indeed…err… otherworldly looking, but alas he is a human,” Renjun innocently said.
“Hey! Just for that I’m not healing you!” 
“Baby we didn’t even get through one question,” you turned towards Jeno.
“Babe, maybe if you played games you would understand why we are so into this,” he pried.
“I don’t have time for games when I’m busy studying! Studying to try and get a job by the way! To get a job so we can get married and start a family! Ya know? To provide for us and our future, maybe?” you said while clutching the bottom of your shirt, anger fueling you.
“Woah there.”
“Yooo…”
“Yikes Jeno. Made mama bear mad.”
“Babe, chill out, I’m just joking. But honestly it wouldn’t kill you if you just took a break every now and then. Games are a great stress relief for me, maybe I should get you hooked on a game so you can be occupied while I’m online,” he said matter of factly.
“Again! What part of quality time do you not understand!” you threw your arms up to fall backwards onto his bed.
“Yo! Nice shot Jaem!” 
It’s good to know your boyfriend will always be listening to you!!
Frustrated -both literally and sexually- you stomped your way out of the room and back into the kitchen making it a point to slam his door.
“Almost done babe, I swear!”
You lightly hummed along to the music playing in your ears as you stood yet again in Jeno’s kitchen, taking the liberty of washing his dishes that have been left in the sink for far too long. The boys have had a heavy and strict schedule everyday so it should be no surprise that he barely has time to take care of himself. He just flew in last week from Japan, doing some promotion for their Japanese comeback. His luggages were still left untouched by the front door, he was probably too tired to even unpack his things. His passport and neck pillow sat on top of the bags and you decided to crack it open and put some of his things away. After pressing the button to turn on the washing machine full of his dirty clothes from the trip, you decide to make some dinner for your hard working boyfriend.
You stirred a pot slowly as you watched a fancam of Jeno’s latest performance. Maybe it was the steam from the soup you were making clouding your judgment, or it was the way Jeno looked way more buff than the last promotion, or was it his new dark blue hair with that sexy line cut into the sides? Whatever it was, it definitely distracted you enough to accidentally slice your finger a bit and unknowingly notice the pot about to boil over next to you. Stringing out a list of profanities and quickly moving to remove the pot and tend to your hand, the video of Jeno continued to play. His body took up the whole frame, as the cameraman decided to do a full head to toe of him as he stood catching his breath and sending a smolder into the lens. Time seemed to still as he licked his lips, and grabbed at his pants with a boyish smile, nonetheless making you and the fans go wild. The camera pans to the crowd, a few banners filled with the Dreamie’s faces, and your boyfriend’s name etched among the sea of green light sticks. He looked so good, the memories of that night filled your mind as you stood watching the screen go black and the timer asking if you wanted the next video or to play again.
Jeno called you the moment  he got back to his hotel room. He was exhausted and missing you, a very deadly combo. He didn’t even get to make it to the shower, flopping onto the  couch facing the window looking out into the night city skyline.
“Hey princess,” he said as he saw your face come into view.
“Oh hey baby!” you giggled out loud, there was loud music playing in the background accompanied by the strobing neon lights. Your cohort friends convinced you to come out after your exam to celebrate. You did try to get out of it, considering Jeno was going to be performing and you wanted to watch it live, but how could you explain the absolute significance to your friends? They would constantly tease you about the ‘boyfriend material’ lock screen you had of Jeno, and the albums you had lined up in your room, deeming you a delusional fan-  little did they know…
“Did you watch my performance?” Jeno asked, lifting the phone up higher as if it would make it seem like you’re there with him.
“What did you say?” you screamed over the song in the background, “hold on let me go outside!”
“y/n! Let’s take a shot!” you heard a voice from behind you, one of your good friends Jennie said while haphazardly waving at you to come.
“One sec!” you made your way outside the club and leaned against the side of the building away from the crowds and cars finally getting some peace and privacy. You were very very drunk, probably more than you wanted to be without Jeno there, but you had to admit, it felt like a weight was off your shoulders. You were fucking proud of yourself! First exam of the semester and you did good!
“y/n,” Jeno’s eyes widened as he took in what he was seeing. You too lifted your phone screen higher letting him see your full frame come into view, “Fuck, I love that dress on you so much.”
“I know!” you whined running your hands down your body over the black fitted fabric, “I remembered you liked this one so I wore it tonight. Kinda makes it feel like you’re here too.”
“You look…” Jeno couldn’t even get the words out. His eyes glued to the woman on his screen, looking at him with innocent wide eyes that had big lashes fluttering at him, lips rouged and pouted, and a bountiful set of breasts being teased by your manicured fingers. 
“Ugh baby I miss you so much…” you hummed hitting just the right spot over one of your hardened nubs, “can you come back already?”
“Baby I come back in a few days then I have you all to myself. Just you and me,” he whispered, completely entranced as he watched your hands move farther and farther down. He didn’t even notice the way his hands were already unconsciously palming over himself awaiting your next move.
“You know if you were here,” he slurred while looking past the camera and into the distance, “I wouldn’t have to be doing this myself.” Before Jeno could even respond you let out a lusty moan feeling your fingers enter yourself with ease with a leg propped up against the bricked wall.
“Oh my god,” Jeno incredulously whispered, completely bewildered by what he was witnessing. He seemed to finally snap out of it when you looked back to him asking him if he was going to join you. He hurriedly took off his pants and stuffed his shirt into his mouth as he gave in and tugged at himself, “I need this. I need you. So bad. Lemme see you baby, please.”
You took a quick look around, no one was around in this area as the party kept going around the corner at the front of the building. Deeming the coast clear you propped your phone on the ground at an angle for Jeno could see your full silhouette take up the screen. A couple of parked cars were behind you in the alley and you leaned against one, arms supporting your weight as you leaned down letting your dress ride up, exposing your ass completely.
“Fuck baby. Open up more for me,” Jeno threw his head back, sliding his hand faster and faster against himself, “I can see how wet you are, dripping all over your fingers. What if someone were to see you? Bent over a stranger's car, fingering yourself on the phone to your famous boyfriend. Dumb little kitty can’t wait for me to get home huh?”
Jeno’s words egged you on farther, now sliding down the car due to your legs slowly giving out.
“Quiet down slut I can hear you from here, don’t want someone to see my kitten fucking herself outside all alone. Don’t want them to get the wrong idea,” he seethed but you both knew deep down you liked the idea of being so close to being caught. 
“Please Nono, I’m so close…” you howled suddenly seeing stars as your orgasm approached. You could hear some voices get louder as they were approaching the corner of the building you were at, about to be caught.
“Y/n!” Jeno screamed releasing himself all over his abdomen, breathing labored as he continued to watch you fuck yourself against the car, “baby no,” he sternly said. 
You halted your movements knowing exactly what that meant. You collected yourself and yanked your dress down before hobbling back in your heels to pick up the phone, “what’s wrong my love?” you furrowed your eyes.
“You’re not cumming without me, and you're definitely not cumming outside where everyone gets a free show,” he indignantly said.
“But Nono you got to!”
“I am under a lot of stress right now,” he sighed while releasing the shirt from his mouth allowing it to puddle into the mess on his stomach, “Plus, I’m alone, for your eyes only love,” he cheekily smirked with a wink, “Now get your ass back inside, text me when you get home, stay safe.”
That was the last time you and Jeno actually got it on as the kids would say. In hindsight, three days wasn’t that long, but you haven’t had a true Jeno induced orgasm in a couple weeks! A couple weeks! And here he is, finally alone with you insisting to play video games with his bandmates that are with him every other waking hour of the day. The paused image of Jeno during his performance  taunting you with that cocky smug smile. 
Fuck this, if Jeno wants to play games then…
 Let's play.
“Dude we are doing so well, I can’t believe it. At this point we should probably start streaming this shit!” you hear Jeno say as you walk back into his room.
“If we make it out, let’s do it all again and stream it!” Hyuck replies. If Jeno knew you were back in the room, he didn’t make any sign of acknowledgement this time.
 Let’s change that. 
You huff loudly as you dramatically waltz around his room, pretending to look at things carefully as if it was your first time there. Jeno sneaks a look over as you fling the doors of his closet open before stepping inside, fingers dancing over each hanging shirt. You smile as some remind you of memories of dates or performances and even ones you’ve stole borrowed  in the past. Finally finding the shirt he wore from the latest performance, you tugged at the end of your shirt and lifted it, your pants following after leaving you in the matching dark green set you wanted to surprise your boyfriend with.
“Bro how can you not see-” Jeno chokes on his own spit as you noticed your movement and was shocked to see your full ass on display.
“Did I not see what?” The boys questioned.
Good he fell for the first trap.
“Uh, I don’t know, sorry.” he shook his head looking back at the screen but still constantly watching you from the side, suddenly interested in your actions. You took the shirt off of the hanger and slowly shimmied it on, it ending just under your cheeks. Jeno swallowed hard as he tried to focus on the game in front of him, as strategy was crucial in this next part. 
You turned back into his room and made your way to his dresser eyeing each chain and sets of rings that were neatly lined up by color and finger placement. Turning to look back at Jeno, his eyes met yours questioningly as you simply smiled back while eyeing his frantic hands on his custom built keyboard. 
Those fingers. Those veins. Those hands.
You picked a simple silver chain necklace with a cross on it and a layered gold set of chains, as well as 6 various matching rings then made your way to him. Holding up the chains and looking at him, studying what would look best on him now. 
Jeno smiled at you, “Nice shirt. What are you doing with my jewelry?”
“Oh don’t mind me,” you mumbled while comparing the two, “just wondering which one would look best while swinging above me later.”
Jeno’s smile dropped along with his jaw as he scrambled to mute the mic before the boys could comment on what they just heard.
“B-Baby, you can’t be doing that right now!”
Ignoring him you hovered the silver one above your leaned back head and swayed it back and forth, “I think I’m going to go with this one.” Before he could respond, you swung a leg over him and onto his lap to secure the silver around his neck. The cross sat heavy on his bare chest, “so pretty.” you cheered while placing a quick peck on his forehead then hopping off- of course not without a cheeky dip of your hips into his crotch making him shudder.
“What do you think you’re playing at, kitten?” he stares finally catching up. 
“Just doing what you told me,” you innocently said while sinking to your knees, “just finally getting into some games of my own. Ya know, like you said,” you palmed over his now growing erection, “this way you can keep playing, and so can I.” Jeno sat starstruck for a couple seconds, caught off guard by how much control you’ve taken in the matter of minutes. He was genuinely contemplating on just shutting down his computer and texting the guys that his power went out unexpectedly, but they’d never let him hear the end of it for that. You noticed his inner turmoil, “I said keep playing Nono.”
That seemed to do the trick, or maybe it was the screaming profanities from Jaemin that snapped Jeno out of it and tucked you, and his legs, back under his desk and unmuted his mic.
“Jeno I’m getting really tired of you not getting your head in the game right now,” Renjun muttered.
“Oh he’s definitely getting his head in the game,” you whispered before pulling down his underwear and sweatpants then pulling his cock out before you. Jeno let out a sigh from both situations and decided to appease his friends by catching back up and trying to focus. 
This proved to be harder than any dance practice because he couldn’t focus on anything. Every time he tried to aim at an enemy you seemed to swallow his cock all the way down till it hit the back of your throat. Every time he tried to close his eyes just for a second and thrust back into your warm mouth, he got hit and took damage. In other words, he couldn’t find it in him to fully enjoy either action he was partaking in.
“Lee. Jeno. What the fuck!” Haechan raged, “Did you seriously just die? Right now? Before the final round? I’m going to kill you myself with my own hands next time I see you!” Jeno couldn’t even seem to care because he was too busy stifling his moans by biting his lip as you twisted your hand over and over, running your tongue over his tip showing him just how much spit and precum could pool in your mouth before it spilled out of your lips as you shoved him back in. How could he even care about this stupid game when you sat before him giving him the best head he’s had? Had you known all along that this is his biggest fantasy yet? 
“Jeno! Answer me! What the fuck has you so preoccupied right now?” Hyuck turned his camera on, face coming into view on the screen, “Come on. Come out here and face us, you asshole.” Surely enough a pissed looking Renjun and Jaemin came into the discord call, each in their own respective set up, camera propped from either side or above angles. Jeno couldn’t bring himself to press the camera button, not with him splayed out in his chair with his hands tangled in your hair pushing you further and further. 
“Answer them.” you demanded while looking up at him with those devilish eyes. He shook his head, too lost in the pleasure to even respond, only panting. 
“Dude is something actually wrong or are you again not paying attention? Did this mean nothing to you?” Renjun questioned next.
“N-No it’s not that,” Jeno barely got out as you massaged his balls tenderly while sucking hard on his tip.
“Is something wrong with you? Have you had any symptoms since we got back from Japan?” Jaemin tried to sympathize lightly, “You sound terrible man. I can hear your breathing. Had to reconnect my set like three times because I couldn’t tell if that was one of you guys or my audio output.” 
“Uhm…Fuck…I uh…ahh!” Jeno was experiencing such immense waves of pleasure he didn’t even care if they knew at this point.
“For fucks sake Jen!” Hyuck stood with his hands gripping his desk, “If you’re going to be fucking y/n while on the call with us at least let us watch!” Renjun and Jaemin’s eyes became the size of rockets upon hearing Hyuck’s outburst. 
“Wait- Jeno are you…?” Renjun started yet unable to finish his thought.
“Oh my god are you fucking y/n right now Jeno?” Jaemin asked incredulously. 
“Of course he is, dummies. Why do you think he kept messing up and breathing all heavy? We’ve shared rooms together you y/n teaser, we know what your moans sound like!” said Hyuck.
“And so what if I am getting blown right now?” Jeno finally breathed out while running a finger down the side of your chin scooping up globs of precum before shoving it back in your mouth, “not like I’d ever let you incels watch my girl anyways.” You rolled your eyes. Jeno was always so possessive over you. Something about never having any constants after becoming an idol except you- type of romantic but kinda terretorial reasoning.
“Why not baby?” you decided to speak up enough to let them hear you now that the cat’s finally out of the bag. You let go of Jeno’s cock with a plop then stood up in front of him, “You know I’ve always had the fantasy of having a third…” you started then sat on his naked lap, “maybe even a fourth…” your lips trailed up his stilled neck before meeting his lips in front of the microphone whispering, “or I don’t know… maybe even a fifth.”
“Guys we don’t need to force them into doing anything Jeno’s not comfortable with,” Renjun awkwardly yet excitedly laughed.
“You know I don’t want to share you.” Jeno adamantly said while staring you down intently, “I don’t share what’s mine.”
“Well, in a way you’re not sharing me…” 
You could see the options flipping in Jeno’s brain. The idea of his friends lusting over you outwardly- because he already knew they did secretly- would drive him insane. He didn’t like the aforementioned fantasies you’ve had of multiple partners- his bandmates at that- to turn you on. But on the other hand, he couldn’t shake the fact that his dick twitched at the thought of him staking his claim on you primitively in front of the very men that yearned over you. As he thought it over more, it turned him on immensely at the scenario of showing off just how trained and fixated you were for him and only ever will be, him. And you were right, he wouldn’t necessarily be sharing you, he would merely be reminding his fellow 00 liners just how much you really were his. That no matter how much you thought of this very scene, it would be him making you reach the point of ecstasy. 
“He won’t do it guys, he’s too much of a-” Hyuck started but was cut off by the sudden press of a button and a small chime that signaled Jeno’s camera being turned on. 
“Holy…”
“Shit.”
There you sat, perched on Jeno’s naked thigh, riding with your head thrown back, hair swaying without a care in the world, with Jeno’s hand firmly pulling your ass forward and backward, as he leaned all the way back in his gaming chair, other hand resting on your thighs. 
“Faster.” Jeno commanded while staring at the video output with eagle eyes.
“Yes Jeno,” you moaned loudly, moving your hands to hold onto his shoulder for support. 
“Honestly Jen I thought of this fantasy about a thousand times-” Hyuck muttered while palming himself, eyes not leaving the sight of your clit furiously hitting Jeno’s leg.
“Baby, I don’t want to hear them if we’re going to be doing this. Louder. Now.” Jeno commanded, to which you obliged immediately. Stings of nothingness flowing out of your mouth like maple syrup. “Make them want it baby, I know you can sing so well for me, let us hear you.” Jeno stared into the camera and placed the headset on you, adjusting the mic so it would pick up even the faintest of whimpers and clicked around on his screen to adjust the audio to his speakers.
“Holy…I can hear her pussy,” Jaemin wondered aloud.
“C-can we see how wet you are? Please” Renjun quietly asked with flushed cheeks.
“Of course!” You happily bounded about to grab the camera, but Jeno stopped your actions with a simple raise of a hand, taking the very same and reaching between you both to shove three fingers inside you making you arch your back into a fold upon entering and became mewling at the newfound pleasure that the curl and pounding his fingers did to you. Right as you were about to see stars he pulled his fingers out and held them close to the camera for the others to see. Your slick is thick and aromatic, the whole room began to smell the very same, and he spread his fingers to show the sheer amount of wetness Jeno can cause. 
“Jeno, I’m sorry but not sorry in advance,” and soon enough Hyuck stood up to remove his shorts and free his cock, looking down once to spit on it to help aid his hand in the fucking its about to receive. 
“Me too,” Renjun fumbled, knocking down his water bottle that was on the table and quickly removing his shirt and pants. His hands frantically searched for his lotion and you giggled taking a look back and see him run around his room before pumping three squirts into his hand and not even bothering to walk back to the screen just stand there and throw his head back in ecstasy. 
Jaemin on the other hand sat very lackadaisical in his chair simply smirking and biting his lip. His arms sat crossed over his abdomen with deep uninterrupted attention as if he himself was in the room sitting behind you, a predator stalking its prey.  
“Not doing it for you Jaem? Thought you’re into this stuff?” Jeno mused.
“I’m more of a sit back and watch, play later type of guy, don’t worry, I’m enjoying where this is going.”
“Suit yourself Jae,” you sighed dreamily. You turned to look at your boyfriend who looked a lot more comfortable than you would have initially thought, “baby can you please fuck me now?”
“I don’t know about that kitten,” he tutted, “haven’t been very much of a good pet for me lately.” Jeno picked you up to turn you towards the camera to face the reflective image of yourself next to the fucked out faces of your friends. He pulled you backwards by the neck holding you in place as he played with your pussy in front of them, completely splayed out on top of him, your legs over his, feet hooked under his calves. Jeno took two fingers into his mouth taking his time savoring the unique and beautiful taste of you on his tongue. 
You always imagined in this scenario you’d be focused on watching the others, the thought of multiple men gathered in hunger over your body, ready to worship every inch of you just for the chance to be picked worthy to feel you. But you kept forgetting the rest of the dreamies were even there, enamored with the way that time after time Jeno will prove to you that he, and only him, knows your body inside and out. He knows what makes you twitch in pleasure and what will make you cry in the best pain. 
His fingers grazed your breasts, tugging and pinching at each nipple with equal attention. Palms gliding over your curves as he relishes in the moment as it's been weeks and months of yearning he’s felt while apart. Your aching core begs for attention and you attempt to squeeze your legs together to hopefully gain some type of friction but Jeno denies by smacking your thighs each time as a reminder of who is in charge of making you both reach the brink of euphoria tonight.
“Don’t be a brat in front of our guests,” he muttered while nibbling on your ear, “I taught you better than that.”
“Yes sir.”
“Of course you have a sir kink y/n,” Renjun smiles lazily. He found his way to his bed, reclined himself against the headboard watching from a distance, “we all called it.”
“Only for my Nono,” you smiled as you leaned up and kissed him for the first time. He let you feast over him, he knew you had to get it out messily. After he humored you his tongue fought back with dominance stunning you in the moment. He takes the chance to sneak his fingers into you, sliding them in and out while his other hand rapidly circling over, stimulating your clit. The pleasure began to build and you chanted his name over and over, hand finding their way behind yourself into his hair to over your breasts, you didn’t really know you just had to grab onto something as you reach your first orgasm.
“You like that? You like being a slut? You like parading yourself around here all stuck up but all you really want is a cock to shut you up huh? That’s right my little cock slut huh?” A symphony of moans were echoing all around the room. Jeno in your ear, your screams not forming coherent words, the rest of the boys agreeing in Jeno’s degradation, affirming how much of slut you are over the speakers. 
“Answer him slut.” Hyuck ordered, “Tell all of us how much you want to get railed. Tell him how you want to be stuffed to the brim.”
“I-I do! I want it all! I admit it! I want all of you, any of you, I just need to be filled please!” Tears shot out of your eyes and Jeno lifted you and slammed your frame onto his cock. 
“Too much! You’re too big Nono!” Your body was on fire, and although you were on top, Jeno was indeed in control as his hips powerfully snapped up to meet yours to the point you were sure there were going to be bruises tomorrow. He rose to his feet, easily holding you up, and his ring cladded hands gripped firmly into your fleshy sides. Your toes grazed the floor, as you held your upper weight on the desk, breasts heavy and hands clammy. Jeno pounded into you from behind, a hand coming down every so often to land red splotches on your right butt cheek then rubbing it to soothe the pain. You thanked him each time his hand collided with your skin, thanking him for the immense pleasure that was well worth the wait. 
“How many more do you guys think she deserves?” Jeno finally addresses his friends who were rubbing their cocks raw at the live action porn in front of them- including Jaemin who has now joined in.
“At least ten.” 
“She’s been pretty good, Jeno maybe just five more.”
“Nah, our cock slut here made us lose our game after hours of hard work!” Jaemin grunted while stroking his erection slowly but with a tight fist, “If it were up to me, I’d say twenty.”
“Heard that baby?” Jeno says while pounding into you mercilessly and moves the hair out of your face, “Twenty more it is.” Jeno is ruthless on his punishment, especially with the boys egging him on, chiming in to spank you harder or to start over when you forget to count a number aloud. By the time you hit an official twenty, you orgasmed again. He ignores your cries for a break and continues to demolish your body in any way he pleases, he knows your body well, he knows when you’re at your threshold.
“My bad love,” Jeno slows, pulling out momentarily, “I forgot you wanted to see this chain swing back and forth, let me fix that.” He pulls you again like a limp ragdoll, high off your previous orgasms and onto his bed. You have a moment to breathe as he walks back to the computer to detach his camera and slowly film his way up your body. He zooms into the sight of your creamed pussy, rubbed red raw at the hour of abuse it just endured, drowning in attention and slick. Your breasts are riddled with a palette of reds, blues, and purples, forming a jagged letter ‘J’ in between the valley, once again making a show of marking his territory. 
“Princess, think you can handle one more?” Jeno asked while raising the camera to have your tear stained face come into view.
“Anything for you sir.”
Jeno takes no time to thrust back in, bottoming out before rutting back in with long, hard, deep strokes. You’re body is on overdrive now, not used to the constant orgasms due to the lack of action you’ve not been receiving. Leaving you not able to form words only sounds and muttering each of the boys’ names. Jeno continued to ram into you with force and vigor, asking questions of, “who owns this pussy?” and “Who makes you feel like this?” “Are you ever going to mess with me while I play again baby?” 
“Jeno…can’t… hold longer,” 
“A little more baby,” 
“Ah shit!” Hyuck finally screams as he paints his abdomen white with cum dripping down.
“Just like that baby!” Renjun also hollers while watching his cum shoot upwards, his body limply breathing on his bed, completely spent.
“You can do it y/n,” Jaemin encourages with half lidded eyes.
“Come on baby, you’re going to make four grown men fall to their knees cumming, I need you there too baby,” Jeno whispers, his thrusts sloppier and the fastest yet, chasing his high. He’s so out of it he starts rambling, “Such a good kitten for me. Always wants my cock no matter what. I’m going knot you baby. Going to cum in this little pussy so hard that you’re going to get nice and round with my babies soon. You’d like that wouldn’t you kitten? I don’t know why you needed to sneak attack me baby all you had to do was ask I would give it to you any time you know this…”
You cut Jeno off with one line that sets him off, “All I’ll ever want is your attention, Nono.” And like that he lets out a deep moan and with a final thrust you feel him cum inside you, and not long after you join him with another string of chants of his name thanking him. Not letting any of him slip out of you, he tosses the camera to the side. Hyuck and Renjun dozing off from their post nut, and Jaemin still lazily stroking himself. 
You shoot Jaemin a sideways glance and like he knew, he just says, “like I said, I like to watch. Thanks for the show you two, it will definitely keep me occupied for a couple more hours.” he suggested with a wink.
“Again, like Jaemin said earlier,” Hyuck clears his throat, “If this is quality time with y/n invite us over next time!”
Jeno shushes them all before clicking the end call button and turning himself back to  you, “Now baby, I want some of that attention,” before pulling you into bed with him.
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And that’s it! Lmk of any and all feedback, I’m super open to it! If you want to be apart of any tag lists for future updates (may have a part 2 in mind for this whaaaat???) of this fic or any others message me to be added!
I blame Zoo Jeno- yall know which one i’m talking about ! the one that made everyone more feral than usual, the eboy look, dark blue hair with the cut sides and ugh too much for my brain rot tbh. Also the driving force to complete this piece was really Key’s song with Jeno- Villain. It reminded me of Zoo Jeno and I just had to complete my eboy/gamer/idolverse brainrot of Jeno. 
till next time,
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ryaeris · 11 months
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Killshot / L.DH
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PAIRING: enemy!donghyuck x fem!reader
WORDCOUNT: 2.7k
SUMMARY: it seems as though you and donghyuck could never get along until the green-eyed monster decided to give the two of you a helping hand.
WARNINGS: donghyuck is an asshole, bathroom sex, counter sex, exhibitionism (kinda), unprotected sex, the pull out method (please don't do this), teasing, praise, confessions, implied established realtionship at the end, and a bit of fluff!
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"last again?"
his voice was like nails to a chalkboard, the smugness in his voice causing your eye to twitch, the hand that was clutching your paper with a big fat 50% on it being crushed under its weight.
you didn't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing you roll your eyes with a scowl, but he made it hard to ignore when he used words like 'last,' like there was some kind of hierarchy of test scores. "shut it donghyuck." you gritted out, your hands clenched into fists in an effort to keep them at bay so your pencil wouldn't do any damage.
he just laughed.
oh god, that laugh. that annoying fucking obnoxious, condescending, infuriating laugh. you'd rather take on a million monsters with your bare hands than deal with this asshole. you didn't need to look at him to know that he was smirking, clearly enjoying the dismay written all over your face. he was sadistic like that… at least to you.
he was kind to his classmates and friends, it was just you that he relentlessly teased, that he always had something to say to, and you would be lying if you said you didn't wonder what it was like to be on his sweet side. sadly, the only thing he's ever had to offer you was his not-so-needed sarcasm and occasional academic advice— which you hadn't asked for, by the way.
you hadn't realized that you were glaring holes at the dark red pen ink, the numbers coaxing you to get lost in your head until your friend, yerim, called your name. she knew what was wrong, it was written all over your face, but she still tried to pull you away from the spiraling anger building inside of you. with her arm around your shoulder, she gave it a squeeze, meeting your eyes with her own, which was swimming with concern.
"are you okay?" she questioned softly, but as you turned your head away from her, they guided her to the man that was the cause of your displeasure. "donghyuck again, huh?" she asked again. it wasn't really a question, seeming as though she already had her answer. she always did.
yerim had always stuck by your side, ever since freshman year when you got lost on your way to class. it didn't take a ridiculous amount of time for her to become your other half, as though your brains were telepathically linked; or maybe you knew each other in another life. either way, she always knew how you felt or what you needed, the girl extremely in tune with your body language and aura.
"it's like he thinks that he's better than me just because he knows what he's doing." you gritted out. yerim sighed, nibbling on her lower lip in thought. "you already know that's not true, so i don't know why you allow him to get to you."
you could lie and say why you didn't know why his words affected you the way they did, but it was that gnawing feeling in your gut whenever you'd see him, when you were able to see him smile when he hangs out with his friends, that butterflies in your stomach when you'd hear his laugh. and you hated yourself for it.
"i just—" before you could complete your sentence; another body joined the conversation.
"ah! You did better than me!" jaemin's voice chimed enthusiastically. jaemin was new to your school, and he had somehow managed to worm his way into your duo.
you raised a brow, "you got lower than fifty percent?" he put his test on your desk, and in the right-hand corner there was a thirty-five percent. you gawked at his score. "how'd you manage that?!" you asked incredulously. his smile never faltered, "well… i kind of fell asleep the first thirty minutes of the test." you couldn't help but laugh at his thoughtlessness.
though you were distracted by the boy with a low score, you hadn't seen the way donghyuck was glaring, not at you, but at jaemin.
"i knew i should have sat by you." you said to yourself. he threw a leg over the seat in front of you, his chest pressed up against the plastic headrest. with crossed arms, he looked up at you through his eyelashes.
"where would i be without having you to keep me in line." he teased with a tilt of his head. jaemin had always been flirtatious, it just came naturally to him; in all honesty, he probably wasn't even aware that he was doing it.
"shut up." you said with a smile, pushing him back with a soft shove. the blonde's head lifted, but his eyes never strayed away from you. with another wave of your hand and an expectant look on your face, he turned around, and class resumed.
it was a grueling hour before you were finally free; yerim, jaemin, and you were walking side by side.
"so…" jaemin began, "there's this party that I'm throwing, and i want you to come." your eyebrows furrowed at the invitation. parties aren't really your thing, but it wasn't like you haven't attended one before, plus, it was jaemin, so why not?
"sure," you said with a shrug, "why not?" the grin on his place was pretty much shit-eating. "would you like to go too, yerim?" he asked. she just shook her head, waving her hand back and forth. "no thank you, i'm taking my girlfriend out on a date today!" she said excitedly.
you smiled at the girl as jaemin nodded understandingly. "well, i guess that leaves the two of us, huh? i'll see you tonight then!"
he waved the both of you goodbye, going off somewhere to the left as yerim brought your attention back to her.
"so, any outfit ideas for the party?" you shook your head no, "nah, i figured i'd just go in casual, y'know?" it was almost as if the words that came out of your mouth offended her. "absolutely not!" she exclaimed. "you don't know if there's going to be hot guys there, and i am not going to allow you to look like a hot mess just because you think you have nothing to prove."
you knew you could do nothing but oblige to her demands, groaning out a weak 'fine', internally knowing you had your night cut out for you.
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you almost hated to say it, but you were quite impressed with the outfit she had managed to squeeze you in; a lightweight dress with some heels that you could manage to walk in, your makeup natural but charming.
"you know you look good. admit it, i did a fantastic job." she gushed. you rolled your eyes light-heartedly. "don't you have somewhere to be?" you asked. that seemed to pull her head out of her ass because her eyes widened at the numbers on her phone. "yes, i do, but this isn't over, and you know it. i'll be back home later to hear about how everyone complimented my expertise."
"shut up and go." you groaned, lightly shoving her out of the room as she giggled.
you unsurely looked in the mirror, your body turned to the side as you ran your hands down the front of your dress. you looked nice, and there was no point in backing out now.
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the house was booming with people, almost the whole school was there, and the inside wasn't any better; loud music, the stench of alcohol, weed, and sex permeated the air. it was suffocating really, but you stuck to searching for jaemin amongst the sea of people.
you didn't have to search for long, because a thick hand placed itself on your shoulder.
"i'm glad you could make it." he said against the shell of your ear. you shivered, turning around with a smile on your face. "i told you i would, didn't i?" you teased.
"do you want a drink?" he asked. you nodded, "that would be great, thanks." with that, he left, leaving you to your own devices as you looked around you.
there were cheap decorations on the wall, but since the lights were off, there were different colored lights that decorated the space.
then, your breath caught in your throat.
donghyuck was sitting on the couch, a girl sitting on his lap as she giggled at something he said. he wasn't even that funny, so what was there to laugh about? you didn't know why you felt like this, why your stomach twisted at the sight of them, why there was a bitter taste in your mouth, why the words 'i wish that was me' were making their way up to the forefront of your mind.
"i had to look around but i managed to find a bottle that—"
"dance with me." you suddenly said.
"what?" his brows furrowed.
"i said," you took the red solo cup out of his hand, "dance with me." he gulped, allowing his fingers to loosen so he could put it on the white fold out table, pushing some scattered chips out of the way.
"okay." he agreed dumbly.
dragging him by his wrist, you pulled him into the crowd of people, placing his hands on your waist. you shouldn't be doing this, jaemin was your friend, friends don't get this close to other friends.
with your arms thrown around his neck, you swayed with him to the music, no space between the both of you as you looked over his shoulder.
donghyuck.
there was anger in his eyes, his attention completely snatched away from the girl on his lap as she practically begged for it back. you couldn't help but feel pleased at his anger, finally feeling like you had gotten him back for what he had said to you earlier.
as the song finally came to close, jaemin lowered his chin, his eyes boring into your soul. you knew he wanted to kiss you, but you looked down at his shirt, putting some distance between the two of you.
"that was fun." You said awkwardly. he cleared his throat. "yeah…" he said, "it was." you couldn't look at him, not with the shame bubbling in your gut. "i- um, i have to go to the bathroom." you took off down the hallway and into the nearest restroom.
shutting the door, you balanced yourself on your hands that sat on the sink counter, staring at yourself in the mirror.
what were you thinking acting like some lovesick fool?
what pulled you out of your berating thoughts was someone attempting to open the door.
"shit! it's occupied!" you said loudly. the person didn't say anything, opening the door.
"donghyuck?" you questioned, your brows furrowing in confusion, but also shock. "what the fuck was that?" He bit. now, it was your turn to be angry. "what was what?" shutting the door behind him, he stalked towards you until your back hit the wall.
"you know exactly what i'm talking about." he leaned closer to your face, your breaths intermingling as your chest rose and fell. "did you want to piss me off, huh? was that it? did you want to get a reaction out of me by dancing with him?" his voice got deeper with every accusation, your thighs clenching at the sound of it. you wanted to overthink, but you refused.
"so, what if i did? since I'm always last, you wouldn't dance with girls like me anyways, right?" you prodded, leaning your head to the side as a signal of a challenge.
"who said i wouldn't?"
and with that, he finally closed the distance between the two of you. his hands were fast to land on your hips as did yours, which tangled themselves into his dark brown locks. the kiss was fast and messy, desperate hands holding onto the other as you whimpered. he was unrelenting in his quest to dominate your lips, his tongue brushing against yours in a soft caress.
god, he was such a good kisser.
with a firm grip on your hips, he spun you around, the counter making contact with your lower back. breaking the kiss, your lungs begged for air as you breathed heavily. his large palms cupped the backs of your thighs, lifting you up so that you were now sitting on the marble.
"tell me when to stop." he huffed. "absolutely not." you said, dragging him back into a kiss as he smirked into it.
he hiked up your dress, his fingers scaling up the sides of your legs until they met with the band of your underwear. "lace." he hummed, "nice touch." he spoke against you. "thank yerim for that." he nodded, "will do."
you lifted your hips up so that he could pull them off, the man discarding them haphazardly on the floor.
your hands trailed down his shoulders, down his chest, to the hem of his shirt where you lifted it up. he didn't protest, allowing you to pull the offending item up and over his head, throwing it to the ground as well. "i always knew you looked hot under your clothes." you murmured. looking up at him, you were met with an incredulous look. "what?" you questioned. "i'm only human." he let out what sounded between a scoff and a chuckle.
"whatever."
you finally unlooped his belt, tugging his pants down just enough so you could pull him out of his boxers.
he hissed as you stroked his cock, teasing the head of it, you spread his precum around his tip before finally guiding it towards your entrance.
you buried your head in his neck as he entered you, your nails raked themselves down the expanse of his back, pulling a pained groan from him. thank god for the music, because if it weren't for that, everyone could hear you.
"donghyuck." you moaned as he had begun to subtly move. he was an asshole, but he wasn't a monster, he had allowed you to get used to him before he had begun to thrust.
"fuck." he grunted as his hips met the inside of your thighs. the pleasure was greater than anything you've felt before, even with your last partners. now you finally understood why that girl on his lap wanted his attention so badly.
"so good." you whined, your head falling back. he took advantage of your barren neck, latching his teeth to your pulse point. he left hickeys all along the column of your throat, the nibbling setting your veins on fire.
"'always wanted to do this." he groaned.
you could feel him getting closer and closer to his orgasm, his movements growing quicker and sloppier.
"donghyuck…" you breathed, unable to form coherent words anymore, your entire body shaking with the intensity of it all. he pulled back from your neck, his mouth searching for yours once more, sucking on your bottom lip roughly. your head swam as you tried to keep yourself upright, your hands gripping tightly on his biceps.
"fuck baby.." he whispered as he rested his forehead on yours, his breathing heavy. a hand left the side of your body to begin stimulating your clit, his thumbs moving it in tight circles. your entire body jerked involuntarily, if it weren't for him standing in front of you, you for sure would've flown off the counter.
you couldn't keep yourself silent, your moans mixing with the music playing from outside of the door, and donghyuck wasn't in too hot of a position either.
"you're okay," he cooed softly, the tone almost hypnotic. "you're doing great." as he kept murmuring praises, you realized you had never imagined you would ever be akin to his kind words.
feeling your climax nearing, your legs wrapped themselves tighter around him, your lower half grinding yourself against his pelvis.
with one last push, he quickly pulled out before releasing on your stomach, letting go of you with a gasp and a moan. your whole body shuddered as you caught your breath, panting. you collapsed onto him, and held you close, burying his nose into your hair and kissing your temple lightly.
there were a few beats of silence, both of you taking a moment to wrap around the sudden drastic change in your relationship.
"i suppose this doesn't mean i'm last again?" you asked, your words teasing.
"no," he said with a smile. "definitely not."
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cherrybyunss · 4 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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haesunlover · 7 months
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long to be home. (intro)
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pairing: huang renjun x female!reader
series genre: fluff, angst, suggestive, eventual smut
word count: 2.1k words
chapter warnings: fluff, light angst, reader is an aspiring writer, renjun being the best bf ever, mark talking about his dick for a second, nothing else really.
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the page on the computer screen remained blank, like your thoughts as you tried to remember any childhood memories. you threw your head back groaning, trying to rattle your brain for any sort of progress. giving up, you opened the facetime app on your computer and dialled the only person who can help in this scenario.
"hey sexy," your high school best friend says as she answered the phone. "to what do i owe the pleasure?"
just hearing her voice instantly made you burst into tears. "i'm trying to write but i am fucking clueless. i'm trying to put together my childhood but it's so blurry. i can see it but i can't at the same time. it's so stupid but i'm so fucked. my brain is absolutely fried." you blurt out, holding your head in your hands.
"woah, wait. is this about your show that you're writing? the one about your life?" lia asks, confused and concerned at this sudden outburst bringing the phone closer to her face.
you nodded your head, pushing your hair away from your face and now properly looking at the camera. "yes. i'm like.. stuck. i'm not getting anywhere cause i can't remember all the details." you huffed after taking a deep breath in, trying to calm yourself down. "i'm getting so frustrated."
lia nodded her head before pulling a naughty smirk at the camera. "you know what i think?" she asked.
"what?"
"i think you need to come home. you've been gone for too long and can't remember anything. you need a memory refresher. and a holiday to come see me." she said, looking pretty proud of her suggestion.
you let out a chuckle, shaking your head at her. "i'd love to but i can't just drop everything and come over."
confusion flashed over lia's face. "why not? don't you have like a whole month off? and doesn't renjun get a two week break soon?" she asked, making a very valid point.
you thought about it. a trip back home to australia with your boyfriend and getting to see your best friend after four years. sounds great in theory but.. "i mean, i'm not sure. i don't know if i'm mentally rea- '' you started to talk and tear up but was cut off by the sound of the keypad to the apartment being used. 
"shit, i gotta go. i'll keep you updated. talk to you soon!" you quickly exclaimed, shutting the lid of the laptop. you quickly wiped the tears away from under your eyes and smoothed out your hair as if you weren't about to rip it out moments before.
"y/n? you here, my love?" you hear your boyfriend, renjun, call out for you. you quickly jump out of the desk chair and walk out into the living area to see him and the rest of the dream members. 
"hey guys, i'm sorry for staying for so long. i lost track of time. i'll head out now so you guys can rest up after working hard today." you explained, jolting your fist in a little 'fighting' sign as you look around at them all.
mark shook his head and asked, "what are you talking about? it's movie night! it's my pick tonight. plus rina will be over soon."
your face dropped a bit, knowing that you weren't in the right headspace to be around the boys. you just wanted to go lie in your own bed and contemplate the previous conversation you had with lia.
renjun's eyebrows furrowed as he scanned your face, coming closer and grabbing your hand. "have you been crying?"
feeling called out, you mirrored his expression. "no? what makes you think that?" you ask defensively.
his face remained firm, giving you a look that showed he knew you were lying. "your nose is red. that is such a tell tale sign for you crying."
you muttered a quiet 'shit' under your breath and tugged his arm that was still attached to your hand towards the front door. "can we go on a walk please?" you say, the room falling completely silent out of nosiness and concern. renjun silently nodded and followed you out of the front door and into the elevator.
the elevator ride down was silent. it was silent until the two of you walked out of the lobby and down into the street. "should we go to the park?" renjun asked, squeezing your hand that he has not let go of since he first grabbed it. you nodded, slightly swinging your hands together. 
after walking quietly for about five minutes, the two of you reached the park and sat on a familiar park bench that you and the boys go to often.
renjun let go of your hand and grabbed a seat first, putting his arm over the back of the bench as if he was inviting you to cuddle into him. you flashed him a shy smile and sit next to him, throwing your legs over his lap and snuggling into him.
he has yet to say anything. he's learned over the year of being with you that you'll open up when you're ready and not to rush you. 
it took a few moments before you found the courage to speak up, "i want to go home."
"but we were just at home?"`
"no. 'australia' home."
"okay."
you stared at him, puzzled. "that's it? you're okay with that?"
he nods his head, grabbing your hand. "i'm okay with it. the real question is are you okay with it? are you ready to go back?"
and that's exactly why you're stuck. you had thought about going home a lot recently, even before lia brought it up. the last few years in australia were life changing to say the least. you knew you'd go back eventually and face the past but not this soon. but over the last few days, you've realized it's something you must do in order to move on.
"honestly, renjun? no, i am so scared. but it's something i need to do." you answered, shakily while leaning on his shoulder.
you felt him nodding his head with a small 'mhm..' vibrating through his body. "may.. may i ask what's brought this on all of a sudden?"
you turn your head up to look at him, faces close together. "i've been trying to write but it's almost like i have writers block. except with my childhood memories. i can't seem to remember a lot. it started a few days ago. i thought about going home once. but then i thought about it again and again. then i called lia.. and she suggested the same thing. i think it's time. it's kind of bittersweet, thinking about going home. part of me longs to go back home but the other part is scared shitless." you rambled.
renjun peered down at you, looking between your eyes. "alright baby. it's no problem. we'll go back to the dorms and figure out the logistics soon."
you nodded at the start of his suggestion but looked at him confused as he finished it. "soon? why soon?"
he smiled and leaned down, kissing you softly. he put his free hand on your chin, holding you as you kissed. renjun then pulled away, "i don't know about you but i hear the playground calling our names." he said with a childish smile plastered on his face.
"i am so in love with you." you mumble, staring at him lovingly. you quickly looked around the park, making sure there was nobody around before laughing and jumping off the bench to run towards the playground. "last one to the swings is a rotten egg!"
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by the time you two got back to the apartment, the lights were off in the hallway. only the tv light could be seen shining from the living room. you guys walked into the room and saw that the group were already about halfway through the movie and mark's girlfriend, also one of your closest friends, had joined.
spotting a spare seat next to mark and rina on the three seater couch, you let go of renjun's waist that you were previously holding and head towards the couple quietly. rina lets out a small sound of surprise as you fit yourself into the couple's cuddles. "hi, my rainbow. where've you been?" she asked as she leaned over and gave a quick kiss to your cheek.
"yo, why did my dick twitch a little?" mark mumbled, watching the two of you. both rina and you rolled your eyes at him. renjun walked behind the couch, heading to the only free seat in the room on the beanbag but not without smacking mark across the head first.
you couldn't help but laugh at the stupidity of them, knowing mark meant no harm. "renjun and i were at the park, having a chat." you explained, nuzzling yourself into rina. your friend shifted in her seat, turning her full attention to you.
"shit, what about?" she asked, pulling the blanket away from mark and onto your legs instead.
"well, we wer-"
"oh my god, here we go again. can you guys talk in another room please? you do this every time you see each other. the two of you literally talk for hours." chenle groaned, throwing his head back before looking at the pair of you. there were mumbles of agreement, even from your boyfriends.
giggles fell from both yours and your friend's lips as the two of you push off the couch and into the kitchen to talk. rina pulls herself onto the kitchen bench and you mirror her action but onto the kitchen island. "alright, spill." rina says, grabbing a banana from the fruit bowl next to her.
"i'm going back home to australia for a while." you say, scanning rina's face. 
she stopped peeling her banana and slowly nodded, thinking about what to say. "okay.. and am i invited?" she asked, taking a bite of the banana.
you looked at her confused at apparently her only thought. "you don't have anything else to say? any advice? am i being crazy?"
"well shit, if you're going back there then you'll need moral support. which will be me!" she exclaims cheerfully.
you thought for a second. you two had been talking about going on vacation for awhile and she is actually incredible support. it'll also give rina a chance to go back home too. "i mean, i don't see why not? renjun and i decided on going during his break. would mark be okay with that?" you asked. rina quickly shoved the rest of the banana in her mouth, letting out a muffled 'let me ask.'
she jumped off of the kitchen bench and walked back into the living room with you not too far behind her. "mark, wanna go to australia with us?" she asked quite loudly over the movie. the room erupted in noise, some of the boys talking amongst each other and others trying to talk to you two girls.
"shit, i didn't know i'd cause that much of a fuss." she awkwardly mumbled, returning to her seat next to mark.
chenle spoke up loudly over the noise, "why are you guys going to australia?" he asked looking between you and rina. you groaned, walking to the lightswitch and turning it on so you can actually see everybody properly. you grabbed the remote off the table and quickly paused the movie.
"me and renjun are going back to australia to go sort things out. some family things." which wasn't entirely a lie, "rina wants to come because we've been planning a holiday together long before renjun and i even started dating. she'll also be going home to australia so obviously she wouldn't go without mark." you continued to explain.
it was jeno that spoke up next, "well, can we come too?" he asked softly next to jaemin. the two of them both showing you a very similar innocent, boyish look. you look at renjun, silently asking for help. 
he pushed himself out of the beanbag and made his way over to where you were standing by the tv, "well, how about we go, just us, for the first few days and then the rest of them can join us later?" 
you nodded in approval, look at everyone else to see if they give the same approval. everyone was showing some way of saying yes. it was jisung who spoke up next, "where are we even going?"
"we're going back to my hometown on the gold coast." the room erupted in noise again, but this time in excited chatter. whilst everyone was talking, you turn to renjun with a half excited and half scared look on your face.
"i guess this is it. i'm going home."
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papergirllife · 1 year
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Liu Yang Yang
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Yandere! Fanboy Yang Yang x Idol! Reader
‘He was the fanboy at the front of the show, but he’s not satisfied’
warnings: stalking, threats towards someone (not mc), unprotected sex, knife play, cream pie, yandere obsessive behaviour, morally grey characters, etc.
DON’T LIKE, DON’T READ, HATE MESSAGES WOULD BE DELETED, THANK YOU.
word count: 11k
Your tired eyes were still fighting the sleepiness behind your lids as you read the comments on the side of the screen, your fans using this opportunity to appreciate your face up close, no make up on and only a single study lamp on, but still your complexion was almost flawless, well, to Yang Yang and some of the fellow fans that love you just as much anyways.
“Thank you everyone who spent their precious time with me, it’s been a hectic time lately, and I think you guys have some really accurate speculations behind the reason why,” you said with a cute wink to the camera of your new desktop, the same one Yang Yang gifted you, “and lastly, I’d like to thank MienYang, my fansite for gifting me this new monitor, you really didn’t have to, my old one only had slight glitches,” you said, to which Yang Yang remembers, flashing back to the last live you did with your old monitor, the camera quality was shit, “and I hope the rest of you have a good night’s rest, fighting for tomorrow! Bye!” you said, ending your live.
Yang Yang sits back in his leather chair, releasing a content sigh, he always feels all his stress of the day seep out of his body whenever he’s watched your lives, it was even better than therapy, not that he’ll ever tell his therapist this.
Yang Yang likes to call himself your biggest fan, although he’s new considered the fact that your group isn’t, he likes to think that he found you at the perfect time when he needed you.
Yang Yang is the head of his father’s electronics company here in Seoul, his company produces chips and motherboards for big brands that are much too lazy to make and manage their own factories anymore, which would explain the expansion to here in South Korea after sealing a deal with the biggest mobile brand here, it was a tough time for him, adjusting to a new environment with only the basics of the foreign language he had crammed into his head as per his father’s orders.
He was so stressed about the business that one day he randomly passed by this stadium with resellers outside selling tickets for more than two times the price, he couldn’t give a flying fuck at first, but when he heard the last minute rehearsal going on from behind the walls, he impulsively bought a ticket, his excuse being that he heard a voice that sounded like an angel, and so he bought the front row seats to the concert, Yang Yang only knows of the older groups from his teenage years, so he thought of this as an impulsive purchase and nothing more to destress, but when he laid eyes on the face of the owner, he knew he was in for another fan experience he had went through for exo.
You were angelic in the opening song, an upbeat cheerful song performed by your group to hype up the atmosphere, but a few songs later, the concept started to change, to a mysterious and somewhat sexy one, he didn’t know your group was so versatile, and needless to say, you shined the most, with your hooded eyes and occasional lip bites accompanied by the teasing rolls of your hips to the choreography, Yang Yang knew he had to have you no matter the price.
And so he let himself fall into the rabbit hole of you, researching about your entire background, where you’re from, your hobbies, your favourite food, your favourite colour, name it, he knows, even your weight and blood type.
None of his employees or his father’s lackies know about this obsession of his, of course, god forbid his father knowing, he’d be shipped back to Germany piece by piece.
Yang Yang, to mask his identity, adorns in all black attire whenever he follows you to your schedules in his identity of your new fansite, he never stalked you, Yang Yang has a company to manage, he only follows you to official schedules, like music shows and sometimes award shows, he has to keep up with the image of a fansite, just to send you gifts, yes he’s sent you tons of gifts, from the latest Prada bag you have, down to the mouse on your desk he just saw, all under the name of MienYang, which is a ring to the animal you resemble, a sheep, which came about after you had gone viral for wearing an oversized white knitted sweater, and Mien is noodles in his native language, for your love for ramyeon, see? He knows every single meticulous detail.
Yang Yang was content with being a silent fan at first, thinking maybe he was a bit too obsessive in the midst of his whirlwind parasocial romance, but he brushes the thought aside, no one can treat you the way you truly deserve, and definitely not the shitty company you’re signed under.
At first it was just the innocent act, or not so innocent, of being roped into a sasaeng group chat that trades info about your group’s schedule like his peers did with bitcoins and nfts, Yang Yang didn’t want anything to do with it at first, but when he saw these sasaengs having ‘dirt’ on some of your members for dating, he had to ask, just a harmless question of whether you were secretly seeing anyone. Yang Yang was bracing for the worst if he was honest, but to his surprise, the group chat blew up with a slew of messages about your love life, or lack there of.
‘She’s a hermit, the only thing she does is sneak out for late night convenience store runs near her dorm.’
‘I used to follow her when she was my bias, but she was so boring that she doesn’t even leave her dorms unless it’s for shopping.’
‘I don’t think she’s ever stepped foot in a club, not even a pub....’
Now this was interesting, the user who had commented on how you went out for convenience stores late at night had messaged him privately, saying that he could sell him more info if he wants, but with a price, and did Yang Yang say yes? You bet his ass he did.
He had met up with the guy at a cafe at a less busy hour to ‘discuss’.
“As we had agreed upon, 100k won per question,” the guy said, his appearance was a mess, he probably followed you last night too, to get more out of this, he did this for a living, he has to go all out.
“First question, is it true that she’s single and holes up in her dorm all the time?” Yang Yang asked.
“That’s two questions, yes, and as a bonus, she’s only had a brief 3 months relationship before moving to Korea, but I think most fans know this by now, and to answer your second question, yes that’s true, she’s very much a hermit, goes to work and then comes home straight, that’s 200k pretty boy, anymore questions?” the guy says before taking a sip of his iced americano, paid for by Yang Yang of course, and before Yang Yang could do some logical thinking, he blurted out the question that has been relaying in his mind over and over again.
“I want her address, you have it don’t you?” Yang Yang asked, he swore this would be the last thing he asks for today, he doesn’t want to invade too much of your privacy, just enough to satisfy his thirst for you.
“Now that’s another price,” the man leaned back with a smug smile on his ugly face.
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Yang Yang hasn’t ever spent one million won purely on information, not even in the industry he’s in.
Yang Yang finds himself in your dorm’s neighbourhood, but there’s three convenience stores in the area, he wonders if you prefer cu or emart, he’s currently in cu, it’s less flashy and smaller in size, if he was an idol, he’d definitely pick this one.
He’s not in the store yet, waiting in the car, with his phone to zoom in whenever he sees a female figure coming through his vicinity, but none of them were you, all of them had their hoods down, so they’re definitely not you, Yang Yang would recognise your face even if he lost all memory of who he was himself.
It was until when he saw a familiar phone case in a hooded figure’s delicate hands, then he knew, he recognises your new case, the one with fake gummy bears at the back.
Yang Yang immediately springs out of his car, slamming the door shut before quickly jogging inside the convenience store, his body slacks in comfort of the heating but his focus heightens, trying to see where you were.
That’s when he sees you, crouched in the corner, a hand on your knee, contemplating which ramyeon to get, Yang Yang has to stop himself from cooing at the cute sight. Yang Yang makes himself look busy by picking through what ramyeon he wants, as an excuse to execute the plan he’s formulated for almost a week.
When you stood up to pay, he quickly grabs the one he had decided on since he had laid eyes on the selections, he was just waiting for you, he went up to pay first when he sees you making a beeline for the cashier.
He ‘tries’ to pay with his kaokaopay, the keyword ‘tries’ because he knows there’s no credit in that e wallet anymore, and did he purposely forget his wallet? Of course he did.
“Damn it, I forgot to top up and my wallet’s left at home,” Yang Yang curses to himself, but loud enough to let you pick it up.
“No worries, I’ll pay,” you say, thrusting your phone to the scanner, flashing him a kind smile that shows on your eyes, your beautiful lips hidden by the mask you had adorned to conceal your identity.
“Thank you so much,” Yang Yang says with a polite bow, “Is there a way I could pay you back?” Yang Yang asks, taking your items to the instant ramyeon station, opening your packet and his to fill up the plastic bowls with hot water.
“Maybe you could pay for my noodles the next time we see each other here,” you suggested, taking your bowl of ramyeon, walking to an empty table, away from the windows.
“Deal,” Yang Yang agreed, taking a seat across you, “I’m new to this country, so I don’t know many people, it’d be nice to have a face to be familiarise with, are you a foreigner too?” Yang Yang pried, as if he didn’t know the answers to those basic questions.
“Yup! But I’ve been here for a few years now, it’s really hard at first, the difference of culture and language really sets us foreigners aside, doesn’t it?” you ask, of course, you might be wrong, some people adapt really well to the local culture, Seoul is easier than other smaller cities according to your seniors.
“Yeah, I’m here cuz my company transferred me here, it was really a bummer at first, what about you? Career reasons too, I guess?” Yang Yang easily strikes up a conversation, he’s very much an introvert, but around the people he clicks with? It’s like a breeze for him, and to him, you and him are two missing puzzle pieces waiting to be pieced together.
“Yeah, do I look too old to be a college student?” you asked jokingly, this is a nice change, the feeling of being a stranger to someone again, maybe meeting, wait, you haven’t caught his name.
“No, but you don’t have a bag with you to study, and most college kids will bring their food back home to eat while studying, you seem to have more time on your hands than a college kid, so I just assumed, unless you are?”
“Nope,” you said, finishing your noodles, you peered over to his, almost empty too, “but you look a bit young to be transferred over so quickly,” you commented.
“Yeah, it’s my uncle’s business, and he wanted some help, I didn’t have any plans after graduation, so I had to take up the offer, or my dad would have my head,” another lie, but this is how he has to do if he wants to be your friend, and to his greediness, something more even.
“Wow, your family must have really high hopes for you,” you complimented, picking up after yourselves, you’re going to leave soon, you still have afternoon practice tomorrow, and you don’t want to go into the company looking like a zombie.
“I guess, I’ll see you soon...
You give him your name while he holds the door open for you, he seems to be such a gentleman, a rare sight these days.
“Yang Yang, it’s a pleasure meeting you, get home soon, even from a newbie, I could tell Seoul isn’t the safest,” he said, looking back at you to see that you covered your head with your hoodie and your face with a mask once again.
“You too, till we meet again, Yang Yang,” you said, walking to the direction of your dorms.
Yang Yang watches you from afar before deciding to follow you, he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he found out you were attacked, and so he keeps a distance with your figure, up until you stepped into your dorm’s compounds, and now he can go back home for a peaceful sleep, knowing that you’re safe.
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Yang Yang had made the effort, given if his schedule and job allowed, to go to that same convenience store every night, and 50% of the time, he’d bump into you, he’d brush it off as a coincidence, citing that he lives very nearby, and of course you never doubted him, it was an almost 100% housing area anyways, and you did meet him in this very same convenience store many nights ago, and so the two of you became friends.
You never really talked about your life, you had lied that you were just a girl fresh out of college being pushed into the corporate world like a fish into a tank of sharks, which wasn’t all that false, instead of saying your managers and staff were rude to you, you’d change it to your seniors at your office, just a small white lie.
Yang Yang wasn’t mad in the slightest of course, if you had revealed your identity to him, you probably wouldn’t have made friends with him or even talk to him if he had made himself known to have recognised you that very first night.
Yang Yang had spun a web of lies upon lies just to make you happy, not like you didn’t contribute into any of the web making, but Yang Yang really tries to make himself as honest as he could be, like how he had recently moved out of his penthouse in Gangnam to live in this very neighbourhood he had claimed he had lived in since day 1, he doesn’t like lying to you, but if lying is what’s keeping you here beside him, he’d take it.
“Hey, why don’t we exchange numbers? Then we don’t need to limit our conversations in this convenience store, and we can even text each other to see if we’re coming here,” you suggested, handing over your unlocked phone for him to key in his number, an unlocked phone, an idol’s greatest fear, but here you were, entrusting your whole career in his hands.
“Sure.”
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The early signs of autumn crept up to you in the form of a chilly breeze tonight after having yet another late night convenience store run with Yang Yang, you were walking a little bit further behind to avoid the chances of someone recognising you in your neighbourhood and exposing Yang Yang’s identity, which is why you heard the telltale signs of shuffling of footsteps.
You quickly looked back to see who it was, and the sight nearly made you shit your pants, it was a tall burly man who was wearing a cap even though it’s completely dark out, you’ve been told that sasaengs are often identified through this sort of attire during this timing because rarely anyone wears a cap at night in Seoul unless they’re fellow celebrities, and the keychain of your group’s logo hanging by the side of his fanny pack tells you otherwise.
You quickly dragged Yang Yang into an alley when the two of you rounded a familiar cornering.
“There’s someone following me, we need to run and hide,” you said to a very confused looking Yang Yang, obvious distress in the tone of your voice.
Yang Yang heeds to your warning immediately, pulling you to hide behind a row of large recycling bins, hands holding onto yours when he sees how panic stricken you looked.
After a few minutes, Yang Yang gets up to check if the coast was clear, telling you to stand up when he confirmed no one was following you anymore.
“Why was that guy following you? Do you owe loan sharks money or something?” Yang Yang asked, acting oblivious.
“No...Yang, there’s something I need to tell you, about my identity, please don’t be mad that I’ve been lying to you, I just thought it’d be easier that way, I never thought something like this would happen. The man who was following us is probably one of my fans, and he was probably dangerous because he didn’t carry any camera or had his phone out, those are the obvious signs of a crazy sasaeng, what I’m trying to say is that....I’m an idol of a quite famous group in kpop, I’m sorry I lied about my job, I just wanted a genuine friend who won’t care how famous I am, I just didn’t expect I’d put you into this sort of danger without your permission, and I understand if you don’t want to be my friend anymore, I know there’s risks to being an idol’s-
“Don’t, I’m glad to be your friend, so don’t ever say that, and imagine if I wasn’t here tonight, he might’ve gotten to you and god knows what he’ll do to you, so don’t apologise, I’m happy to be by your side,” Yang Yang said after he had pulled you in for a hug, his presence and touch comforting you and your running mind, “how about I walk you home instead of saying goodbye at the intersection?” Yang Yang asked, to which you nodded enthusiastically, grateful to have met someone as caring and as accepting as Yang Yang.
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As time has passed, that night’s events never left your mind, both in a bad light and a good one because that act of Yang Yang ushering you to safety had etched in your mind permanently, the scene unfolding itself whenever you zone out because to you, that was your very own kdrama moment, Yang Yang being your knight in shining armour and you being the damsel in distress.
Though it might be a hard pill to swallow in everyone else’s eyes that it was all an act, one that Yang Yang had planned it meticulously with a hefty sum of money, hiring the actor who played your ���stalker’, and on top of that, paying for his non-disclosure agreement. Yang Yang needed you to fall for him, and through your old interviews of the dramas you were watching, he had grown to know what man you would fall for, and most of those dramas had a scene of the female lead being saved, most of the time you’d watch thriller dramas, which would explain why.
Yang Yang knows what he did was wrong, that he had scared you that night, but to him, this was some sort of warning, to let you know that even if it wasn’t him, there’s a huge possibility of you encountering crazy fans like this, he wants you to depend on him for safety, just the two of you now, having one of your convenience store runs again, but instead of just some random meet up, now he can call these dates, the two of you now have your impromptu suppers at another convenience store, you feared that the crazy fan would come back to get you after an unsuccessful attempt that night, Yang Yang even suggested to drive out to the next neighbourhood, which you’re very much grateful for.
Dating Yang Yang was a skeptical decision on your end, having to dodge your members as well as your managers was hard, you had trained your face not to smile as well as switching apps at 0.1 seconds whenever someone tries looking over your shoulder to see who you were texting, but Yang Yang makes you immensely happy in this lonely career of yours.
Speaking of which, you had asked Yang Yang out for ramyeon after you saw a notice of one of your most loyal fansites, MienYang, closing down.
“Why did they close it, babe? I thought you said they were relatively new to your fandom,” Yang Yang asks, as if he doesn’t know.
“I checked their twitter, apparently they’re leaving overseas for university, so they can’t go to my official schedules and stuff anymore,” you say, a pout unknowingly making its way on your lips, “they’re one of the non-sasaeng fansites, it’s sad to see someone who respects me as a person and as an idol go, you know?” you said, thinking aloud mostly, of course you love all the other non-sasaeng fansites, but MienYang has always gifted you sentimental gifts, like food trucks of your favourite snacks whenever there’s some sort of filming or official schedule, even flowers of your favourite kind, and not to mention your entire monitor set up in your dorm only after one mindless complaint you made about the processor that one time on live.
“Hey, don’t be too upset about it, I’m sure they’re still supporting you by other means wherever they are on the globe, think of it on a brighter side, they got in the university they wanted, isn’t that something worth being happy for? Your dearest fan having an education for themselves?” Yang Yang comforts you, reaching a hand over to grasp yours, smiling at you across the table, his eyes pleading for you to cheer up, he never likes seeing you upset.
“Yeah, of course I am, I think I just have attachment issues when it comes to my fans, especially if I knew they were dedicating their free time and even their wealth at a time like this, I’m grateful for all of them, no matter how much money they’d spent, but to know that this fansite spent their hard earned money on me was just... I’m just really grateful, you know? It’s not about the money, but the hard work behind every one of their gifts and events, sorry, I’m rambling and I sound a bit too deserving at the moment, but I just wish I could do more for them, to repay what they had gifted me over the course of this period,” you said, eyes staring mindlessly at the cup of banana milk in front of you, “It’s a crazy thought but I sometimes wish I could clone more of me so every single fan out there would have a chance to meet me, sometimes I see posts of fans span across the globe saying they were dying to meet me, their yearning breaks my heart, I just want to bring joy to their life.”
“So that’s why you do lives so often,” Yang Yang notes, you truly are an angel, you didn’t need to put up the act of a kind hearted idol in front of him, you know he as a boyfriend, would never judge you for purely treating this idol thing as a career, but you’re not like that, you really have a golden heart.
“Yeah, sometimes I’m scared I annoy them, I turn on lives when I’m eating alone, during practice breaks, when I’m bored at night, I wonder if they think I do it too often,” you said with a chuckle, recounting the many times where your fans had suggested you to just open a mukbang channel.
“Nah, it’s cute to see you eat, sometimes I tune in if I was having lunch alone in the office too,” Yang Yang said with a tilt of his head, eyes darting to the ice cream fridge, a bit shy about confessing that this.
“You do??? Oh god, I look cringe, don’t I?” you said before breaking out a nervous laugh, not finding it weird that your boyfriend would just randomly drop in on your lives.
“Nah, you’re definitely mukbang material, I feel full even by just watching you eat, that’s a charm not many have, most idols just try to act overly cute when they eat, now that’s cringe,” Yang Yang said, reassuring you, it was the truth though, “it is in fact a joy to see you eat, and I bet your other fans agree too,” if the amount of times you trended on twitter for eating wasn’t enough of an evidence.
“You’re just saying that cuz you’re my boyfriend, Yang,” you said before finishing up your banana milk, starting to clean up the trash of containers and plastic utensil wrappers, you were always the responsible one, whenever your group mates leave a group live or some recorded programme to do something else, you’d always stay back to help the staff clean up, just like how you are now, and so Yang Yang stops you, taking the remaining trash from your hands and cleans the rest of it, not much of it left of course, you’re always a quick one.
“Yup, I’m your boyfriend, so would you please stop picking up after ourselves? Let me do it, you had a long day,” Yang Yang chides before retreating to the dustbin, carefully sorting whatever that could be recycled into their respective bins, he doesn’t want to get an earful from you.
“Thank you,” you said, meeting him at the door that he was holding open for you, “you always treat me like a princess,” you said, cheeks heating up at the realisation.
“Because you are my princess, now let’s fetch you back to your dorms before my car turns into a pumpkin Cinderella,” Yang Yang jokes, opening the passenger door for you.
“It’s already 1 a.m., Yang!”
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The man hits the wall beside the big household rubbish bin with a loud thud, the sound of the back of skull coming into the brick isn’t pretty one, but it’s a beautiful melody in Yang Yang’s ears, a menacing smile appears under the thick layer of his medical mask, to conceal his identity of course.
“Are you crazy, you bastard?!” that shitbag of stalker of yours spits out, a hand holding the back of head, his facial features constricting in pain, “like you’re not a sasaeng too! You fucking hypocrite!”
Yang Yang pulls out a switch blade from the back of his pocket, releasing the sharp end, he chokes the man to keep him vulnerable under his control, knife coming dangerously close to the spot where he punched the man, he wonders how it’d look to cut open a swollen bruise.
“I’m protecting her from fuckers like you! Do you see me carrying a huge ass camera, walking around broadcasting her whole life on the internet?!” Yang Yang retorts, his fingers closing dangerously around his jugular, “if I see you again, you won’t be leaving without a scratch, you hear me?” Yang Yang warns, the knife he holds coming close to the eye of the scumbag, he’ll take his eye out as a third warning if he catches him lurking around again.
“Yes, I hear you! I’m sorry, just please let me go! I swear I’ll never stalk her ever again!” the man tried his best to look apologetic and bow his head down as far as the hand constricting allows him.
Yang Yang frees him from his grip, eyes watching him scram, tail tucked between his two legs, Yang Yang breathes a sigh of relief, this is probably the last of them, he’s still in the group chat and he knows what they say about him, the crazy sasaeng, the group chats he’s in has warn the members of your sasaengs about him, dubbed as the craziest fan you’ve ever had to date, and Yang Yang is more than proud to have this title.
He folds back the knife into the safety of his jacket and pulls out his phone, pressing onto your contact that’s on his speed dial.
“Hey babe, I’m done with work and I’m in your area, are you still in the convenience store? How about you sleep over my place? I haven’t spent much time with you these days,” Yang Yang says with a borderline aegyo voice that he knows gets you to budge every single time.
“Okay, okay, do you want me to get you anything though? They still have chicken katsu today, let me ask if it’s from tonight or this afternoon,” you mumbled to yourself.
“Thank you, baby, take your time, I’ll be waiting in my car outside the store,” Yang Yang said before hanging up, he can’t wait to see you.
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“The worker didn’t lie right? It looks fresh,” you commented as you watch Yang Yang eat in earnest, he always acts like that when he eats, and the idiot always says it’s only because of you, and that even a walnut would feel like a full meal if he’s eating it in your presence.
“Yeah, it’s fresh, you want a bite?” Yang Yang asks, offering you his chicken.
“No, I had chicken in the company today, I would’ve cooked you noodles if the chicken turned out to be from the afternoon, you’ve been working late so often these days,” you said while brushing his bangs out of his eyes to get a better look at the eyebags under his pretty doe eyes.
“It’s okay, just training some new people up, then I’ll have more time for you in the future, and it’s better to plan ahead, I want to have a secure future for you, you can have fun performing without financial worries when you become more of a senior, do what you want to do, what you don’t get enough time to do now, what you didn’t get to experience as a trainee, that’s my end goal,” Yang Yang said, his heart jumping in jitters, this isn’t the first time the two of you have expressed the desire to be together forever, the first time this topic came up, you were talking about how Yang Yang’s room might not have enough closet space for your coats in the future.
“Yang, I never dated you with the expectation of you providing for me, not that I’m against it, but I know you have wishes too-
“I had a really fulfilling childhood, trust me, and I’m having lots of fun in my 20s now, but you’re always working so hard, and I know you enjoy most of it, but there’s so much you haven’t done, and this is my wish too, to make you the happiest person in my life,” Yang Yang said in all sincerity, the silly and carefree Yang Yang you’ve grown to know has disappeared now, leaving him vulnerable, baring his soul in front of you.
“Thank you, Yang Yang, I love you,” you said, tackling to the corner of the couch, he almost lost his grip on his chicken, but he’d sacrifice chicken katsu for your hugs any day.
“I love you too, you sappy idiot, you go wash up first, I’ll join you after you leave me in peace to finish my food,” Yang Yang says before he takes a huge bite of said chicken, a hand nudging you softly to the direction of his bedroom.
“Okay, be quick though,” you said, leaving for his room, and Yang Yang to his own train of thoughts.
When Yang Yang first dived into being your fan, he noticed how you’d always tuck yourself in the corner, not very interactive in group contents, especially in your rookie days, but slowly, you settled into the idea of being a public figure, you realised your shy personality had garnered a decent amount of fans that, ‘idol standards wise’, you needed to start engaging with your fans in a solo manner to actually build up your career, at first you were a bit closed off, and not really knowing what to talk to the fans about, but slowly, you started opening up about yourself, and now being in a relationship with Yang Yang, a comfortable validation of your personality now exists in your mind, and needless to say, whatever reason it maybe, your fans are happy that you’re flourishing and now your fan base is growing at a fast pace, Yang Yang is happy for you, even if he needs to tell people to scram every other night, but it’s slowly trickling down to one every few weeks, only a dumbass once in a blue moon dares to challenge him nowadays.
Yang Yang sighs to himself, a mix of emotions, relief, love, and maybe a hint of pride, and comfort knowing that on screen you and off screen you aren’t all that different, you’re only extroverted around him and your members, sometimes he worries that you don’t have enough friends, but Yang Yang isn’t all that much better, only a handful of close friends back in his student days in Germany, maybe he should visit them soon, but he worries for your safety if he’s gone.
“Hey, you done, babe?” you ask, walking out, spotting the oily paper bag discarded on the coffee table.
“Yup, go wait for me on the bed, rest your legs, you must’ve had a long day of practice,” Yang Yang chides, heading into the ensuite bathroom to wash up.
“Nah, it was mostly vocals today, and don’t worry, I drank honey, just as you told me,” you added when you saw Yang Yang looking at you expectantly, satisfaction blooming in your chest when you see Yang Yang nodding proudly, tooth paste foam and the brush sticking out of his mouth comically, you could wake up and go to bed with this sight.
When Yang Yang finally joins you, you wrap your limbs around his lean body, sighing in comfort at the warmth his body provides, he’s always felt like a walking human heater to you.
“What’s with the sudden burst of affection?” Yang Yang teases.
“Nothing, just missed you,” you mumbled into his chest, inhaling the comforting scent of his laundry detergent, “I’ll wait for you in bed,” you mumbled before walking away.
Yang Yang’s shoulders sag in relief, the thought of cuddling you to bed immediately relieving him of the stress he had felt from the whole day.
Yang Yang lets himself under the blanket, greeted by your arms around him,  you had always loved spooning him, out of habit from all the big plushie you had always cuddled to sleep, you can’t go to bed without hugging something, Yang Yang lacks the softness you’re used to, but the warmth he provides is just as comforting.
Although the thought of falling asleep right now is more than tempting, you think it’s time to take the next step in your relationship, and as an adult as a whole.
“Hey Yang, do you ever think about like taking our relationship to the next stage?” you ask mindlessly, you might not get anything out of this, it’s been a long day for your hardworking boyfriend, and you understand, there are somedays where you don’t wanna do anything after work either.
“What do you mean? Like marriage? If so then no take backs cuz I’m in this shit for life, babe,” Yang Yang jokes, tickling at your sides, his touches with you are always innocent, there’s no need to rush, especially after hearing what you just said.
“No, Yang, I meant like, you know, physical affection?” you say as your eyes dart away from his searching ones, ever the observing boyfriend, he always wants to read your emotions through the windows of your soul, something he picked up from his mom growing up when he throws tantrums and she wants to understand his frustration.
“You want more kisses?” Yang Yang asks, apology on the tip of his tongue, he must’ve been so busy these few weeks that you feel neglected.
“No, no, like,” you’re running out of words and you’d bite your own tongue before saying the word sex in front of your boyfriend who’s had a few girlfriends, but you’re desperate to see what he feels about this, so you take his wrist into your hands, placing his palm on your breast.
It was merely flesh biology wise, and that’s how Yang Yang felt about it with his exes, he’s always been much more of an ass guy, but this slight touch, he felt electric shocks going up his back before he came to his senses and pulled his hand away, as if he was burnt by your touch.
“Baby...” Yang Yang trails off, his sentences not forming, he swears that one touch permanently fried parts of his brain, but you take his hesitance as rejection, which sends Yang Yang into a worried frenzy, that’s definitely not what he meant.
“No, baby, I’m not opposed to what you’re proposing, but are you sure you’re ready? This is a huge step for you, isn’t it? I want you to think this through and not have any regrets,” Yang Yang explains, his tone so reassuring, apologetic even.
“I’m sure, Yang, we’ve been together for almost a year, and you’ve always been the best to me, taking care of me, making sure I have my meals, putting up with my hectic schedule without any complaints, then I realised, I really want to feel your love in a physical form, humans are curious creatures, I want all of you, to bask in your love,” you said with so much sincerity it might make Yang Yang cry if you don’t stop with your beautiful words, which is so ironic because most of the times he’s pictured engaging in sex with you, most times the scenarios in his head are so fucking filthy, and here you are, proposing to make love, and suddenly all those desires disappear from his forefront, if making love is what you want, then what’s he’ll give you.
Yang Yang cages you between his body and his bed, a smile that holds several emotions casting through his pupils, lust, mischief, love, adoration, he’s definitely going haywire with these strong emotions.
Yang Yang grows hard in his jeans when he felt your eager hands explore his body, until your knuckles knock against something hard in his jacket’s pocket, Yang Yang freezes up, brain going on overdrive to find every possible excuse and decipher which is the best to use.
“Yang, why do you have-
Your agile fingers press the button, the swish of a knife molding a new type of tension between the two of you.
“Babe, be careful with that,” Yang Yang chides, slowly prying the knife out of your hands to put it at the farthest corner of his nightstand, “I started carrying a switch blade after that time when we bumped into your sasaeng, just in case I need to protect you,” Yang Yang said, another white lie, it wasn’t a complete lie, this thing is used to ward off your sasaengs, just in a more proactive manner, and morally grey of course.
“Yangie..” you cooed, “that’s so sweet, thank you for trying to protect me, but most of my sasaeng fans have stopped pursuing me,” you said, not one hint of disgust on your face, maybe you just think he’s using it as a prop to ward off fans that get aggressive physically.
“Of course, got to be the best boyfriend amongst all your peers, you know, got to make my girl, proud,” Yang Yang trails on, his worry quickly dissipating from his mind.
“I’m sure everyone would be jealous of me for having a boyfriend like you, Yang,” you said before kissing him, your hands continuing their journey, you’re getting a bit rushed, stripping Yang Yang of his jacket and trailing your hands up his toned stomach, your eyes glazed when you realised Yang Yang is hiding a set off abs underneath his baggy sweaters.
“Wow, wait, hold on a sec, baby, you’re going so fast,” Yang Yang said, exasperated at the pace you’re setting, swiftly pulling your hands down from his shirt.
“I thought you wanted to make love, baby, making love is slow-
“I don’t think I want that anymore, Yang, I’ve been waiting for this for too long, aren’t you impatient to touch me too?” you asked with those puppy eyes of yours, and who is Yang Yang to deny you, he’s a man after all.
Yang Yang quickly strips off his shirt to let you know that he is impatient for your touch, he’s waited since the day he saw your concert, he’s been waiting for so long, training his endurance towards your little touches, but your one look is pushing him past his limits, your bedroom eyes are Yang Yang’s weakness, the first time he’s seen them when you were performing had him hooked, he knew you weren’t innocent, but he hadn’t known you were a virgin, that’s just even sexier of you, to value yourself so highly, yet so shy at times, this is what he calls duality.
Yang Yang throws his shirt off to somewhere, eager to please you, but a certain metallic sound caught his attention, his eyes spy that the switch blade wasn’t that far away anymore, must be the drag of his shirt, so he moves away to retrieve it, opening the drawer, planning to just chuck the thing in, it’s better to be safe than sorry, but before he could let go of the blade, your delicate fingers wrap around his wrist.
“Yang, could we try something with the knife? I read something in one of my romance books once and I always wanted to recreate it with you,” you said timidly, but eyes full of lust, and Yang Yang swears his dick just twitched hearing you say those words.
“You know, babe, usually people bring up knife kink after their first time, hell, not even a second time,” Yang Yang says before chuckling to himself, he never thought tonight would turn out this way.
“Well, I don’t want my first time to be boring like other people, I want it to be like that mafia love story I just finished, come on, it’ll be fun, I mean it looked fun....in my head,” you were trailing off, bashful, is how you would describe this moment’s feelings.
“Okay, okay, no more laughing and joking then, let me get my head in the game, I need to exceed your expectations,” Yang Yang said with one last cheeky smile on his face before turning serious, “so I need you to stop laughing and feeling embarrassed too, okay? And let me know if you want to stop, since you read so much, I’m sure you know of the traffic light system.”
You nod your head, immediately feeling submissive under Yang Yang’s dominant gaze and switch of a tone.
Yang Yang unsheathes the blade by pressing onto the button, the shiny knife once again captures your attention, you could feel your panties sticking to your core.
“I need you to hold still, baby, can I ruin your clothes?” Yang Yang asks, he doesn’t want to trigger any sort of bad reaction from you.
“Yeah, go ahead, as long as you don’t miss them,” you reminded him, it’s his shirt after all.
Yang Yang nods in understanding, eyes hyperfocused on the blade, he traces the curve of your bottom lip with it, careful to not apply too much pressure, he’d never let you bleed, Yang Yang would never hurt what he most cherishes, so he tests the blade on your lips first, knowing that it hurts a lot less to have an accidental cut there than on actual skin, he’d know from all those years of shaving in a rush before classes, once he gets a hold of how much pressure to use, he moves on, trailing the blade down your jaw, to the juncture of your neck, the expanse of untainted skin tempting him to mark you up, but he knows he can’t, he wouldn’t put your job on the line, and so he lingers a bit longer on your neck, tracing a Y on your neck to make up for the fact that he can’t actually mark it.
When you felt the tracing of his initials, you feel a shudder run down your spine, you have always been attracted to Yang Yang’s subtle possessiveness, and the fact that he’s also like this in bed is such a turn on to you, you swear your panties are far beyond ruined at this point, which makes you wonder if he’s going to cut those too.
Your trail of thought was cut short when Yang Yang suddenly speeds up the process, bunching your shirt up, he cuts through the fabric with the blade, the the sound of shearing cotton amplifying the tingles in your core, an unconscious moan of his name leaves your lips, drawing Yang Yang’s attention away from your bosoms to your face, he wonders if you’d fall into subspace, he’s not against it, but it’s best that you don’t, this is your first time after all, so he sets the blade aside at a far corner of his nightstand once more, he’d get back to that once he anchors you back to him.
"Are you still with me, baby? Can I have a colour?" Yang Yang asks, his hands grasping your face gently, doe eyes staring into yours, trying to decipher which state of mind you're in.
"Green, I'm okay, don't worry," you say after a bit, slightly dazed by the display of carnal lust from your lover.
"Can I continue, baby?" He just needs to hear your consent, even though it's quite obvious that the gleam in your eyes are of yearning.
"Yes."
Yang Yang takes your consent as green light to show your breasts the attention they deserve, showering them in kisses before venturing into playful licks of your nipple while his other hand tries its best to mimic his mouth's ministrations, sending pleasurable shocks southwards, you would've been worried about ruining his sheets if Yang Yang wasn't such a distraction.
Just as you grew used to the feeling of his kitten licks, Yang Yang switches up the tempo, he now moves to your other breast, but instead of the gentle kisses, you are welcomed by light painless nicks, you whimper at the contact of his teeth, you divert your eyes to your lover, when Yang Yang sees your eyes on him, he proceeds to bite onto your nipple, pulling at it slightly before letting go.
"Fuck," you muttered, eyes shutting at the thrilling feeling of having your nipples played this way, you've never predicted Yang Yang to be like this in bed, and needless to say, you love this surprising side of him.
"Naughty girl, didn't think you'd enjoy that this much," Yang Yang said with a light spank to your inner thigh, making your legs jolt up at the sensitivity, god this man is going to drive you mad if he doesn't hurry up and fuck you.
"Please Yang, I need you to do more, I need you inside me," you begged, your pride's left your body completely.
"Since you begged so nicely, baby," Yang Yang said with a hum, contemplating of what to do next.
When Yang Yang pulls away, you whine at the loss of his warmth and familiar weight of his torso on your body.
"I'm not going anywhere, I'll never leave you hanging, baby," Yang Yang said before returning to your side with the blade, "but there's something in my way from your sweet pussy, baby," Yang Yang said with a mischievous smile before you hear the sound of shredding fabric once more, a gust of wind immediately hits your drenched core, you swear you feel goosebumps arise, "there, all better," Yang Yang says before diving in like a starved man, his fingers spreading your folds apart to show your clit the same amount of attention and care he gave to your breasts.
Your back arches at the onward assault on your most sensitive bundle of nerves, Yang Yang really knows how to use his mouth, which makes you wonder how long he's wanted to do this.
When he's deemed you more than wet, he dips a finger into your core, slowly moving it around, trying to grasp your reactions, at a particular angle, you gasp at the particularly sensitive spot.
Bingo.
Yang Yang lets you adjust to the feeling of having one finger before he slips in another, giddily watching the way you swallow up his fingers almost effortlessly, a boost to his ego, but of course, your safety and pleasure comes first.
But soon, you're getting impatient, you nudge Yang Yang with a knee when he was too distracted by the meal in front of him, you don't blame him for not hearing you when he has his mouth and fingers busy, you think he even added a third, but that doesn't matter to you, because you really need him to hurry up before you go insane.
"Yang Yang, please, I need you to be inside me, you prepped me for so long, it should be your turn now, let me feel all of you, please...
Something in Yang Yang snaps when he hears the desperation in your words, a realisation at the fact that you really need him, now.
"I'm sorry baby, just wanted to make sure you're ready for me," Yang Yang says as he strips down to nothing, baring his beautiful body to you, your eyes immediately drop to the part between his legs, of course he's well endowed, Yang Yang is perfect in your eyes.
"My eyes are up here, baby," Yang Yang says with a playful chuckle before kissing your temple.
"Sorry, it's just that, my boyfriend's really sexy, you know," you say, joining his playful banter.
"Glad that you think so, my sexy girlfriend," Yang Yang says before he takes your hand into his, linking your fingers together.
"Are you really ready, baby? It's never too late to back out," Yang Yang reminds you.
"Nope, not backing out," you reassured him.
"Okay... Then as a reminder, I'm going to repeat this once more, if any point, and I mean any point, that you do not wish to continue, just say red, and I'll immediately stop and pull out, okay?"
"Okay," you agreed, your chest filled with an immense amount of love and pride over the man you call your lover, being ever the gentlemen towards you.
"I love you," you said, because it just felt right.
"I love you too, but no more confessions or I'm going to feel too sappy to do this, baby," Yang Yang says before putting a serious face back on, he needs to focus on making you feel good tonight.
"You're adapting far quicker than I thought you would," Yang Yang says with a playful snicker. "Stop teasing and just keep going, Yang," you say, your hands covering your face, you could feel the blood rush into your cheeks, just like the arousal between your legs. "You're so fucking cute," Yang Yang muses, "but I want to hear a please, be my good girl for me," Yang Yang wanting to coaxe out of you. "Please." That one word has Yang Yang reaching for the knife again, his eyes locking into your drenched panties, bunching up the material, he cuts the knife through it, the flimsy material ripped to shreds. "Yang!" you scold, but it came out as more a moan, you can't help it, you're so turned on by the sight of Yang Yang holding a knife in this manner, a sight that you thought you'd only see in your wildest dreams. "Don't worry, baby, I'll buy you new ones, as many as you want," Yang Yang promises, sealing the promise with a kiss to the hood of your core, making your legs shiver.  
You arch your hips into his touch, urging him to put his mouth on your core, Yang Yang obliges, enveloping your lower lips with his. The feeling of his tongue slowly sliding its way into you was a feeling you've never expected, it wasn't anything that your small toy collection was ever able to mimic, the way the rough surface of his tongue touches your sensitive walls would've made your legs shut if it wasn't for Yang Yang holding them open, his thumb mindlessly rubbing circles around your inner thigh, igniting all your senses, especially when you close your eyes when you near your release, your body convulses in pleasure, a mantra of please's and his name falling out of your lips in a hushed tone, slowly breaking out of your shy exterior, bit by bit, your voice grows louder, until the dams broke, a loud cry resonating through the bedroom.  
Meanwhile, Yang Yang eagerly slurps up all your sweet nectar, you pry your eyes open to not miss the scene, catching the sight of his Adam's apple bobbing, his eyes shut, concentrating on your taste on his tongue. When he's had his fill, he looks up from his spot from between your legs, a dazed smile on his face. "Hi," he says, so casual as if he just didn't give you a mind blowing orgasm with just his tongue and his fingers, "you still wanna continue? we can stop if you want-
But you break him off when you get up from your spot and kiss his lips, the taste of him on you was weird, but so fucking good. "Go ahead, Yang, please," you beg, remembering his words.  
"Okay, but you remember right? Anything you don't like, say red," Yang Yang's never been long winded, but with you? He'd go to all lengths. You nod, eyes locked onto his, you see the lust swimming in those orbs, but also weariness, you feel a sense of security settling in when you see how careful Yang Yang is. Yang Yang brushes your cheek with a thumb before he takes a hand to grasp himself, your eyes train to Yang Yang's hips, swallowing a lump down your throat when you see how big he is, not very long, but thicker than what you had imagined, Yang Yang positions his cock at your core, he slowly slides in, inch by inch, scanning your face for any sort of discomfort, there's bound to be some, as he sees your face all scrunched up, but he won't stop unless you said so, he doesn't want to spoil the mood, and chooses to trust your judgement. When he finally fills you to the brim, you let out a gasp when you feel the slight prickle of hair.  
You feel Yang Yang’s hands caressing your face, the other is situated at your clit, hoping that the constant stream of pleasure would be able to relieve the ache and slight burn between your legs, you knew it was inevitable, to not feel any pain at all would be unrealistic, and you appreciate Yang Yang for being patient and going beyond that to help ease the ache.
Once the slight sting fades away, you feel your walls starting to get wetter from the switch of stimulation from pain to pleasure.
“You can move now, Yang, it doesn’t hurt anymore,” you tell him, nearly not recognising your own voice as it’s dripped in eagerness for more.
“Okay, I’ll go slow, tell me when you want me to pick up the pace,” Yang Yang says before slipping part of his cock out to thrust back in, immediately you clench around him, the feeling so foreign, but most ideal, the way you felt every inch of him, you can only describe it as euphoric.
Yang Yang struggles not to cum, the way you clench around him feels so good, but he won’t be able to last long if you keep this up.
“I need you to unclench, baby, or II won’t be able to perform at my best for you, and relax, sex shouldn’t be rushed and have you on your nerves, it should be relaxing, let me show you, take care of you,” Yang Yang says before furrowing his eyebrows to continue moving his hips, angling his cock at the angle of your sensitive spot, and instantly, he feels your nails digging into his arm, a shriek of his name tumbling from your lips, the action catching his attention, the sight of your swollen lips enticing him, so he swallows up your moans as he quickens the pace, a hand slithering down slyly to your bundle of nerves, once again aiming for an onslaught attack of sweet pleasure that has you arching your back into Yang Yang’s hold succumbing you into a pleasure-filled mess, incoherent blabbers and moans filling his mind, Yang Yang catches a few words, big, deep, so good, and all of them do nothing but encourage him to bring you to the edge faster, snapping his hips onto yours, his thrusts beginning to deepen and slow down slightly, he’s only human after all, but he gives your clit a few light pinches in retaliation, a whimper sounds from you beneath him before he feels you falling apart around him.
You struggle to keep your eyes open as you were pushed over the edge, but you reminded yourself that you need to see Yang Yang falling apart for you, and so you beg, “want you to cum too, Yang, please,” you plead between whines and moans as he rides out your high for you, that sweet sweet voice of yours is what makes Yang Yang crumble, masking a moan by biting down on his lips, he lets go, filling up your core with his seed, not pulling out until he finishes, the tension leaving his body.
Yang Yang looked so beautiful when he reached his peak, you’ve always thought his Adam’s apple was sexy, but when he threw his head back and breathed heavily, the sight of it bobbing was such a turn on, distracted by the memory looping in your head, you were pulled out of your daze when Yang Yang gently manoeuvred himself out of your walls, watching him watch the way his cum drips onto your thighs, not knowing he was caught staring until he looks up to see you watching him with your head cocked to the side.
“That was sexy, don’t blame me, I’m just a dude with fantasies,” Yang Yang jokes while pulling out a few tissues from the box, cleaning you up.
“I don’t mind, I think it’s sexy that you’re into it, but as sexy as it is, please carry me to the tub, I don’t think I’d be able to move around for a few hours,” you said, arms already spread, awaiting your princess treatment from your ever doting boyfriend.
“I’ll set up the tub and I’ll come get you, take a nap if you want,” Yang Yang says, rounding the corner of his bed to come give you a peck before taking his leave, the sight of his small but bubbly butt making you giggle.
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Keeping things under warps isn't easy when you're an idol, which is no surprise when your manager caught you going into Yang Yang's car one night outside your dorm when you planned to sleepover. You had to come clean about your relationship to your label and they weren't too happy about it, but in their words, a better case than the rest of your label mates, since the fans and tabloids haven't caught wind and the fact that Yang Yang is a businessman, yes he told you that it wasn’t his uncle’s company, but his! You made Yang Yang promise that he can’t keep anymore secrets from you, but coming back to your company, maybe they think this sort of relationship levels up your status as well as the label's, is your good guess. Other than that, your career has been advancing smoothly, you toured a few cities, Yang Yang had insisted on tagging along to Osaka and the states, for the food, he says, but you'd know better than to doubt his support for you, Yang Yang is the best boyfriend you could ever ask, most idols' relationships don't work out with people outside of the industry due to the busy schedules of their partner, but you believe that the love you share with him would prevail over any sort of obstacle life throws at you.    
The rest of your American tour ended and you can't wait to see the love of your life, having flown home earlier than the rest of your members who had wanted to stay a few days longer to rest and travel. You didn't tell Yang Yang, hoping to give him a surprise, these days he's been busy at work, so the two of you haven't video called for a bit. When you open the door to his unit, you're greeted by an empty home, you let out a disappointed sigh, but it was expected, it means business is doing well, that means his father won't give him too much pressure, you hate seeing Yang Yang stressing about not exceeding their expectations, he's always too harsh on himself.  
You quickly put away your things, only the necessities, you'll unpack your clothes and the many souvenirs you bought in the next few days. You took a quick nap on his bed, planning to sleep away the jetlag. When you woke up, it was 5, and boy were you hungry, you checked the fridge for food, but of course Yang Yang hadn't bothered to stock up or cook knowing you won't be around, so you close the fridge door and tried your luck with one of the cabinets, relief flooding your mind when you see the copious amount of snacks Yang Yang had, grabbing a bag of chips, you opened it and popped one into your mouth, you were going to eat them on the sofa, but something caught your eye, Yang Yang had put up a new portrait of the two of you on his wall outside his office, it was a photo of the two of you under the beautiful sakura tree, you smile at his sweet gesture, distracted by the photo, you accidentally tipped the bag of chips and dropped a few.  
Cursing to yourself, you quickly pick up the pieces, chucking them in the trash before wetting a paper towel to pick up the crumbs, you open Yang Yang's office door to check if any got in there, but once you were in, you were distracted by the sight of his office, you've never been in here before, knowing that Yang Yang doesn't like mixing work and private affairs, he rarely ever talks about work with you unless you ask, which wasn't weird considering he doesn't really enjoy it that much, but what you didn't expect was a comfy looking leather chair at the end of his table, you're sure you've seen this chair in one of those fancy interior design magazines in the salon, taking a seat, you realised that Yang Yang had left a drawer open, you were going to close it for him, but something caught your eye, it was one of your banners, one that you remember was made by a specific fan site, you pulled it out, reading the fan site name under the words of encouragement, MienYang, why does Yang Yang have this banner? You don't remember the admin of MienYang putting this banner up for reprinting on their twitter, unless...Yang Yang is MienYang? That can't be right? You observed the other things in the drawer, careful to not mess up the arrangements, you see thumb drives and sd cards labelled with dates and things like inkigayo, kbs music bank, are these photos of you? Before you could contemplate on whether to take a look into the sd cards, you hear footsteps near the front door, you quickly put his things back in their order before closing the drawer. When Yang Yang stepped into his living room, he sees you cleaning the floor before standing up to open the door of his office to do the same, worry filling his mind, but that anxiety dissipated when you close the door immediately after cleaning. "Sorry, I dropped chips and wanted to make sure the floor of your office doesn't have any crumbs, would be a nightmare to find ants chewing on whatever documents you have in there," you joked before waking to him, wrapping your arms around your boyfriend. "Thanks, babe, but why are you back early? I thought your flight was in a few days?" Yang Yang asked, pulling away slightly to look at your pretty face he missed so much. "Yeah, but I decided that I wanted to see you more than the liberty statue so..." you trail off, the two of you breaking into a laugh. "You're back early though, I thought you said month end means more workload,” you asked, pulling him to take a seat with you on his expensive couch. "Yeah, about that, I was going to come home and then leave in an hour for an appointment with an interior designer, I was going to tell you this during Christmas, but I might as well get the cat out of the bag now, I was thinking we should move in, and I thought my place could use a bit refurbishing to fit your things into cabinets and some closet alterations would be good since you have so many clothes, so let's do it together, you know?  I'll feel less pressured to guess what's your taste in wood or whatever, that is if you want to move in with me, no pressure of course, I'll be happy to wait if you need more time- "Yang, babe, I'll be happy to move in with you," you agree, cutting him off of his panicked rant slash confession. "Really? You're sure?" Yang Yang couldn't believe it would be this easy to convince you to move in with him. "Of course, we love each other, and by living together means we would have more time to love one another," you reassured him, "now go take your shower, I can't wait to look at the designs," you said before your ever dutiful boyfriend pecks your lips and rushes into your bedroom.  
You push what you saw in his office out of your mind, it didn't really matter, whether Yang Yang is MienYang or not, Yang Yang is providing a comfortable and secure future for you, and you genuinely love each other, who he was in the past, doesn't matter to you.
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luvyeni · 1 year
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— CAMERA READY; NCT DREAM 00' LINE (m)
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SYNOPSYS. after filming the 5some with your friends for onlyfanz , you find yourself filming solo content with all of them , then feelings get involved.
PAIRINGS. bestfriend!haechan x fem!reader , bestfriend!jaemin x fem!reader ft. the rest of dream , itzy yuna , aespa ningning
GENRE. college au, camgirl au, smau, smut, humour, fluff, angst
WARNINGS. 18+ explicit content , language, twitter humor , death jokes
TAGLIST. just ask if you want to be tagged !
AUTHORS NOTE. yes , i started another series and it's based on this ask right here , it inspired me
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PROFILE 1 | PROFILE 2
PART ONE: sugar mommy y/n
PART TWO: don't send your dick in the chat
PART THREE: movie night (written)
PART FOUR: she's delusional
PART FIVE: bitchless loser
PART SIX: #castratemen
PART SEVEN: bare fucking minimum
PART EIGHT: attention (written)
PART NINE: daddy issues
PART TEN: girls night ft. chenji
PART ELEVEN: the evening after
PART TWELVE: jaemin is a hater
PART THIRTEEN: jealous haechan
PART FOURTEEN: jumping jisung 💯❗
BONUS CHAPTERS : coming soon ...
camera ready : jeno version
camera read : renjun version
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neochan · 2 years
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THAT ONE NIGHT (M)
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PAIRING | jaemin, jeno, haechan x reader
SYNOPSIS | drinking with your three favorite boys leads to a discussion that challenges you to find out who's the best at fucking
WC | 5.2k
WARNINGS | alcohol, explicit conversations, mentions of sex (more clearly: filming, threesomes, squirting, oral male receiving, choking, spanking, slapping), haechan stares at your boobs, jeno and jaemin kiss as a joke, kissing between mc + which boy? read to find out!
A.N | this is the introduction fic for my series 'the pick me chronicles'! i hope you enjoy and look forward to hyucks part next!
“I wasn’t staring at your boobs! I mean, I was, but I was trying to be subtle about it.”
Haechan smirks and throws his head back to down another shot. That had to make his fourth one this evening, not to mention the cans of seltzers that littered around his spot on the floor – he was drunk or headed that way at least. If it weren’t for the permanent rosy blush tickling his cheeks and sparkly, glazed over eyes, then the comments were a dead giveaway.
“Alright that’s enough for you.” Jaemin snorts and snatches the bottle of liquor that sat in front of the swaying boy, waving him off when he protests and tries to grab it back. Haechan resorts to throwing a middle finger at him before crossing his arms and pouting.
“Is this what you want? You want this?” Jeno mocks, stealing the liquor from Jaemin and taking a swig straight from the bottle. He wiggles his eyebrows and shakes the bottle in front of Haechan as if to taunt him.
“I’m blocking the both of you after tonight” Haechan grumbles, hands pushing at the empty aluminum cans surrounding his cross-legged figure in hopes that one would have a drop more of drink. When he realizes the search is pointless, he throws two hands up, exasperated, “Since I can’t drink anymore thanks to Jaemin,” he sends a pointed glare his way before continuing, “let’s play a game or something. Spin the bottle?”
“You do realize that playing spin the bottle means there’s a high chance of you kissing me or Jeno.”
Haechan slowly turns his heads towards Jaemin, rapidly blinking, “The only thing I want you kissing is my ass for taking away my precious liquor Mr. Na.”
This was usually how your weekly game nights went. Haechan would drink most of the liquor, leaving him drunker than a skunk, while you, Jeno, and Jaemin settled on a comfortable state between sober and tipsy. He’d normally suggest a more sexual game, even though the four of you were only friends, and then he’d pass out before getting to play the actual game that Jeno brought over from his dorm. Usually, it was something like monopoly or cards (you were exceptional at blackjack), but sometimes the three of you just relaxed on the sofa and talked about your week while Haechan snored away on your living room floor.
These nights were a reprieve for you; a way to let go and forget about the stresses of sophomore year, if only for a little bit, and the boys made sure of that. Game nights were a mandatory thing that they wouldn’t allow you to cancel or skip, no matter if you were having an imposter syndrome meltdown, or family troubles, or boy troubles.
HA!
What a fucking joke that was. You didn’t have any boy troubles because you were completely and utterly invisible to them. At this point you’ve given up on the idea of a boyfriend. Why else were you spending Saturday night with three boys who saw you as nothing more than another one of them.
Your bestfriend Jennie was convinced that they liked you, or you liked them, but you told her time and time again that definitely wasn’t the case, and anyways, they weren’t your type.
Jeno was too quiet for your liking. Being on the hockey team might have upped his popularity with the females, but you knew him. He was a big old nerd that rarely talked and smoked more weed than snoop dog. Every time you went over to his dorm, he was rolling up and offering you a few hits that you respectfully declined. But it wasn’t like Jeno smoked and then fucked a couple chicks… he smoked to study better. He said it ‘enhanced the way he grasped school concepts’. The only downside of this was when he needed drug free piss to pass the tests administered by the hockey team, he came running to you. The dude has seen your literal piss in a cup. There was no way he’d have a crush on you.
Jaemin, on the other hand, might act like he has a crush on you… but then you realize he flirts with everyone and will fuck anything that walks. The boy hasn’t held a relationship longer than a week, and while most girls hated you because they thought you were secretly dating him, there was no way you’d ever. He was sweet enough, taking care of you when you got the freshman flu, and giving you tutoring lessons for free when in reality he was supposed to charge you fifteen bucks an hour, but he was a whore. A good friend, but so, so slutty.
Now Jennie seemed to think that if any one of them were to date you it’d be Haechan since the both of you bicker like an old married couple and he constantly saw you in a sexual light, but you would never, and you mean never, get with him. He stayed tucked away in his dorm room most nights (and days) playing video games religiously, and you were pretty sure he was failing most of his classes. Not to mention the diet he has. Redbulls and cherry flavored lollipops that his good friend Mark supplied him. In fact, you’ve never seen him eat real food. How could you date a man that hadn’t touched a vegetable in years???
The whole idea of dating one of them seemed ridiculous, and while Jennie teases you about it every day, not once has she shown up to game night to confirm (no matter how many times you and Jaemin invite her. You know he’s just trying to get in her pants, but like, having another girl there would be nice sometimes). So, you show up alone to game nights, and are subjected to the immeasurable amounts of testosterone that threaten to strip you of your identity as a woman.
Especially after the bottles of alcohol are gone and they begin arguing.
“No thanks Hyuck, I’d rather kiss Jeno’s ass.” Jaemin smirks and throws a half-hearted kiss towards the dark-haired boy and before you know it, Jeno is climbing over you to grab at Jaemin’s face, lips puckered and going for the kill.
“I didn’t order a live action porno, my god.” You groan, covering your eyes with a weak hand. You could feel the booze starting to get to you, but thankfully you didn’t drink too much.
“Would you rather we film it and send it to you for later?” Jaemin had such a way with words, didn’t he?
“I think I’d rather play a game since this is game night.” You insist, while Jeno detangles himself from Jaemins grip and goes back to sitting in his spot in the circle. Jaemin was on your right, Jeno on your left, and Haechan directly in front of you, who, at the moment, was staring at your chest again. “Lee Donghyuck!”
“I’m sorry, they just look so pillowy.” He pantomimes swooning and flutters his eyelashes.
“This is why you get no more liquor.” You deadpan and turn your attention to Jaemin who’s messing with his hair, “What game do you wanna play?”
Jeno sat picking his nails, but he pipes up, “I didn’t have time to pick up a board game because practice ran late, so how about something old school? Truth or dare?”
Truth or dare was such a simple kids game, but with the right circumstance it could prove to be a very fun adult game, especially on your campus. You’ve seen firsthand what truth or dare could do… people streaking through the campus, stealing security vehicles, and even jumping into the fountains.
“Let’s do it.” You and Jaemin say at the same time.
“Me first!” Hyuck screams, grinning mischievously at you, “Y/N, truth or dare?” You already knew he was up to something, so you carefully review your options and choose truth, the look of disappointment crossing his face when he hears your answer. “Is it true you slept with Mark?”
You almost choke on your own spit. How did he know about that? It was back in freshman year, and you swore Mark to secrecy. Not because you were embarrassed, but because you never wanted Haechan to find out. Seems like that didn’t work. You make a mental note to obliterate Marks kneecaps after lecture tomorrow.
Gritting your teeth, you spit out your answer, “True.”
Jeno and Jaemin’s eyes snap to you and the latter gasps, slapping a hand over his face, “When did this happen???”
“Freshman year. Science building bathroom.” You grumble, burying your head in your hands. Great. Now your friends knew.
“I’m shocked. I didn’t think little miss innocent had it in her.” Jeno grins when you snap your head to him and raise a fist, “I’m joking…mostly.”
“Whatever. My turn next.” Your eyes scan the circle and while you wanted to get Hyuck back, you turn to Jaemin, “Truth or dare?”
His response is instantaneous, “Truth.”
“Is it true you’ve slept with more than one girl at a time?” You’d heard stories, but none that you knew were true, and if your friend was being a monumental slut, you wanted to know. This could be potential blackmail. You were joking…mostly.
He hesitates for a split second, eyes jumping from you to Jeno and Haechan, “…Yes…”
“Jaemin!” you shriek, falling in to a fit of giggles, “Who??”
He scratches the back of his neck sheepishly, “Jennie and Yeji.”
You stop laughing. “Jennie. As in my bestfriend Jennie. That Jennie?’
For the first time you see him downcast his eyes and a blush cover his cheeks. He was embarrassed or nervous, maybe both. He knew how protective you were over your bestfriend. At least you knew why she avoided game night now.
“Oh shit!” Haechan yelps, laughing and pointing at Jaemin, “No way you boned Jennie and Yeji at the same time.”
“That’s… a lot, even for you Jaem.” Jeno says quietly, but a loud smile stretched from one ear to the other, obviously showing he was proud.
Everyone was waiting for you to blow up and go off on Jaemin, but you had other plans. “You must have weak dick game because I’ve never heard the stories, and she tells me everything.”
“Hey! We were all drunk, and anyways this was last year, before we even met.” His brows furrow, his freshly dyed pink hair falling into his eyes, which he blinks away. “It’s fine to be upset but don’t insult my dick game. That’s just inaccurate. Every girl you ask can tell you I fuck the best.” A confident smile breaks out on his face, even when Haechan throws up his hands.
“Now hold on just one second. You may have fucked the most, but you definitely don’t fuck the best. There’s literally no way.” The drunk boy seemed to sober up the minute his masculinity was threatened, and now he sat on his knees, one finger outstretched towards Jaemin who just rolls his eyes.
“And you’re saying you do?”
“Well, I’m certainly saying I fuck a lot better than you.” Haechan nods like he made a valid point, and slides his eyes to you, “Don’t you agree Y/N?”
Jeno and Jaemin gape at you.
“Woahhh,” You laugh nervously, “I’ve never touched Hyuck, much less fucked him. I wouldn’t know.” You try defending yourself, but you can tell the other two boys don’t believe you. Great. First the Mark thing, and now this.
“Whatever, point is, I leave every girl drooling and barely remembering her own name. The only thing they crave is my cock. Girls fuck you because it’s basically an initiation, Jaemin.”
The harsh words radiating off of Haechan has you and Jeno cringing but the both of you remain quiet.
“Yeah right. What girls are you talking about? E girls from your video games? ‘Cause those don’t count.” Haechan throws a middle finger towards Jaemin and huffs, crossing his arms across his chest and narrowing his eyes. “I fuck real girls, and I fuck them good. Why else do they keep coming back to me? I’m the king of fucking. I can make any girl squirt,” Jaemins eyes skirt yours and you can’t help but feel like the comment was directed at you, “I could even teach Y/N.”
Jeno snorts but Haechan just keeps glaring. You on the other hand don’t find the comment funny, “Haha. You can leave.”
“Oh, so Haechans the only one who gets to make jokes at your expense?” Jaemin deadpans.
“Yes. Because I know he’s just joking, you’ll try and fuck anything that walks.”
Jaemin’s eyebrows shoot up, “No offence Y/N, but you would be the last girl I’d fuck.”
You knew he was joking because the corners of his lips lift into a subtle smile, but the comment still stung a bit. Maybe you weren’t the prettiest girl on campus, but you definitely didn’t think bad of yourself.
“Well, my dick is bigger.” Haechan sneers. You find it funny that he went from performance to size, but…boys will be boys you guess.
“Literally no way.” Jaemin spits back.
“It’s bigger than yours. Remember when I walked in on you –”
“OKAY OKAY!” Jaemin panics, ready to lunge at Haechan if he spoke another word about his roommates late night escapades.
You take a peek at Jeno who has been unnaturally quiet, but he’s just watching his friends bicker back in forth, both of his hands propped up behind himself so he could lean back comfortably. The white t-shirt he was wearing lifted a bit at the bottom to expose a flat abdomen, tiny veins popping out closer to his waist band, and for some reason you wonder if his dick is also veiny.
“What about you Jeno?” You ask quietly, silencing Jaemin and Haechan who were also extremely curious to hear the answer.
Jeno’s face turns a bright shade of pink, but his voice is calm and composed, “I leave my girls satisfied.”
“That’s code word for; he’s vanilla” Haechan jokes and all Jeno does is shrug.
Jaemin pipes up, reaching for his phone in his back pocket, “Well I don’t believe any of you, so prove it. Come on.”
“How the fuck are we supposed to prove it?” Haechan splutters.
“I’m sure you’ve got pictures or videos on your phone. Come on, you need evidence to back up your claims!” Jaemin is rapidly tapping his phone, and so is Hyuck, but Jeno merely pulls his out and sets it in his lap.
The argument grabs your full attention when you hear an obscene sound erupt from the speakers of Haechans phone. He’s grinning down at the screen cockily before handing off the device to Jaemin who watches with narrow eyes. When the video stops, Jaemin hands it to you and you’re absolutely struck by what’s splayed out before you.
It’s a downward angle of Haechans lap, his cock hard and red, an overwhelming amount of spit covers his tip and drips down his shaft while the girl – whoever she was – leaned down and sucked on his balls. With surprise, you note that Haechan was right, he has a big dick. The biggest one you’d seen before, actually. The girls mascara is running, and you watch as Haechan’s hand snakes in her hair and pulls so that she’s no longer swallowing his balls, and instead hovers over his tip. You watch as his fingers tighten so hard his knuckles turn white and the girl cries out in pain. One second later Haechan is pushing her head down so far a very loud yet stifled gag blares from his speakers. He continues using the girls mouth to his advantage, pretty much face fucking her without lifting his hips, and when you hear a single whimper from behind the camera, you toss the phone to Jeno.
Seeing your friend all fucked out with a random girl wasn’t on your ‘must need to see’ list, but the air was beginning to grow thick and hot, and maybe taking a shower after they left was a good idea.
Jeno watches with half lidded eyes, almost bored.
“That didn’t count though, that wasn’t you fucking anyone?” you whisper and Jaemin laughs.
“Yeah, that doesn’t count.”
“Sorry I’m not a whore and take videos during sex.” He frowns, grabbing his phone out of Jeno’s hands and shoving it into his pocket.
“My turn. Here you go.”
Jaemin hands you the phone first and immediately you notice how well the quality is, “Was this taken on a real camera?” you ask incredulous.
“…Yes…” He chuckles.
You could make out every ab, every bead of sweat on his forehead, and the arousal that was leaking from the girl Jaemin was hovering over top of. His pink hair is plastered to his forehead from the exertion of holding himself up by only on hand, the other perfectly wrapped around the girls throat. He’s rolling his body fluidly, like a professional dancer, and with each wave, his cock disappears between the girls thighs. She’s not very vocal, but that couldn’t be due to the lack of stimulation because almost forty seconds in, Jaemin abruptly pulls out and a rush of fluid leaks from her cunt and sprays Jaemins abdomen. You hear him groan, ‘God you’re so fucking hot. NaNa did that, didn’t he? Mhm…come here pretty girl.” You can feel your face growing hot and decide that maybe that was enough NaNa for you, and hand the phone off to Hyuck.
So, Jaemin could make a girl squirt. He wasn’t lying … but making a girl scream? Now you weren’t sure about that.
The other boys watch the video with nothing but amusement and some part of your brain, maybe the drunk side, wonders if they were getting hard at watching their friend fuck someone, but no matter how hard you stare, you can’t see any outlines.
“Told you I fuck like a God.” Jaemin smirks, tugging his phone out of Haechans hands, the boy just staring with wide eyes at the way the girl squirts.
Haechan waves him off, “Yeah, yeah.”
You’re speaking before you realize, “What about you Jeno? What dirty secrets does your camera roll hold? Ya know… since we’re getting up close and personal.” The truth was you wanted to see why Jeno wasn’t jumping at the chance to prove himself to the other boys.
He chuckles and reaches into his lap, withdrawing a dark red iPhone and tapping in his password, “I have quite a lot of evidence. Anything you want to see in particular?” He looks up through his lashes at you, smirking, and handing you the phone, “How about you pick?”
Jaemin and Haechan try peering at the screen as Jeno passes it to you, but you quickly snatch it up and almost drop it on the ground when you catch sight of the treasure trove Jeno had been hiding this whole time.
With a delicate finger you start to scroll past hundreds of photos and even more videos. The thumbnails are sometimes blurry, sometimes vivid, but each one displays Jeno in a nasty light. From solo shots to girls, you’re seeing more of Jeno than you ever thought you would.
You must have accidentally gasped because Jaemin and Haechan start shouldering each other to grab a spot beside you in hopes of getting a glimpse. Jeno just sits back and smirks, folding his rather toned forearms across his chest.
“No fucking way.” Hyuck whispers.
Jaemin points to a twenty-minute video, “That one. Wanna watch that one.” The shock is evident in his voice; probably because it looked like his bestfriend got more pussy than him, but hesitantly, you press the video and turn up the sound.
Immediately you notice the way the camera is set up in the corner of his room, or maybe on a tripod, you weren’t sure, but either way it allowed you to see everything. You can see the way Jeno’s hips sharply thrust into whoever he had bent over his bed. One of his hands is threaded tightly in her hair, pulling her head up so that her face was towards the camera. Her face was tear-streaked, running mascara smeared underneath her eyes. Jeno looks lustfully down at the top of her head, “Love the way I’m fucking you baby?” He groans, and you feel Haechans hand land on your thigh. His nails slightly dig into your skin, and if you were in the right mind, you would have told him to stop, but right now your focus is on Jeno, and Jeno alone.
The girl cries out something unintelligible, and Jeno leans forward to grip her jaw with his other hand whilst still hitting the most brutal backshots you’d ever seen. “Can’t hear you baby… Have I fucked you so good you can’t speak? Fucking pathetic slut. That’s why you’re bent over my bed while your boyfriends at a party. Mhm, Daddy fucks so good you’ve gotta sneak behind his back to get some, yeah? Fucking slut.”
“Oh shit!” Jeno leaps up and snatches the phone out of your hand, fumbling to turn off the sound, “Maybe not that video…wasn’t my finest night.”
“You fucked a girl with a boyfriend??” you splutter, taken aback that your friend would do such a thing.
“She came to me because they were in a fight, and we had a thing beforehand…I think they’re back together now.” He recalls, shoving the phone in his pocket, “Of course you had to pick the one and only video of me doing something I swore to never do again.”
“Why do you have so many tapes?” Haechan pipes up, his hand now removed from your thigh, but you can make out small crescent shapes from where his nails were.
Jeno shrugs, “I don’t know. I like to keep record I guess.”
“I feel like a proud father,” Jaemin cries, wiping underneath his eyes at fake tears, “You’re finally learning.”
“Yeah…Learning.” Jeno smirks and turns his eyes to you. “So…?”
Looking around you wonder if he had asked a question while you were daydreaming about those backshots you had just witnessed, “So what?”
“So, who fucks best? You’ve seen the evidence, now tell us.”
Jeno’s picking at you, but he loves to watch the way your chest and neck and face flush at his question, how you nervously look away and start biting your nails. How the gears in your head start turning to get you out of answering at all, because if you gave one, it meant you paid too much attention to the boys.
“Well…” You start, feeling the gaze of all three men, which makes you want to revert to your bedroom and cry the horniness out, “I think it’s pretty obvious.”
Hyuck claps his hands together, “I told yall it was me.”
“No. It’s Jeno. From the sheer amount of personal porn he has stored away, I’m sure he fucks better than the two of you.” You’re prepared to hear the arguing, but Haechans the only one who whines. Jaemin accepted the defeat, his bestfriend got a lot of pussy, good for him, “And you didn’t even have the right kind of video Hyuck.”
The boy whines and slaps his hands on the ground, “Well that’s not fair! All girls are different!! So literally the only way for you to tell who fucks best, is if you fuck all of us and then decide who the winner is…” His gaze slides over to yours and soon Jenos and Jaemins follow suit.
He didn’t mean it like that. You knew he didn’t mean it like that, but you also knew what everyone was thinking.
You were a girl.
All of you were drunk.
And you just saw their dicks.
This could happen. Could this happen? This couldn’t happen.
An overt awkwardness settles over the entire room before all three of them drop their eyes. Jeno goes back to picking at his nails, Haechan kicks at the aluminum cans around his body and Jaemin clears his throat, “Alright this game went south… let’s uh… let’s play something else.”
“I think I have a stack of UNO cards around here.” You suggest and Haechan jumps up from his spot on the floor.
“I saw them the other day, they’re on your desk. I’ll get them.” He filters off, leaving you and the other boys to sit in silence.
For the rest of the night everything seemed tense, rounds of uno being played in silence, not even Haechan perking up and cracking jokes. You felt bad, not because of what was said, but because you felt yourself growing hot under the collar at the thought of it.
It was dirty, lewd, vulgar, an impulsive thought, but one that you found yourself wanting to go for. You liked the idea of the challenge a little more than you probably should have, and you can’t help but formulate a plan in your mind on how you’re going to complete it.
The rational side of your brain is screaming at you to shut up and shut down the drunk fantasies stirring in your mind, and somehow you end up listening, and immersing yourself in the way Jaemin flips the stack of cards over in his hand.
“We should be getting back. It’s getting late.” Jeno speaks up, avoiding eye contact with you and simply getting up from his spot on the floor and grabbing his hoodie off the arm of the couch.
Haechan and Jaemin follow suit, quick goodbyes and promises of seeing each other later filling the tense air with a sense of relief.
When the door slams shut, and your dorm is finally enveloped in a peaceful yet odd silence, you think back to what was said moments before the awkwardness started.
‘The only way for you to tell who fucks best, is if you fuck all of us and then decide who the winner is.’
Haechan was right.
Challenge accepted.
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His lips trailed down the side of your neck, as soft as the plush blanket beneath you. Shivers ran up your spine, igniting the desperation that had been clawing at you all night. Your skin felt hot, the cool night air drifting through the open window offering no consolation.
He moves down your body slowly, his lips and nose brushing along your skin, painting a trail of kisses with each movement. “You’re getting restless baby.”
In truth your legs were rubbing against him, and your hands endlessly caressed his shoulders. Your head was cloudy, and you could barely speak. “Want you in me.” His teeth graze the point right above your navel, making you arch up against him.
“How badly?” He looks up with his precious doe eyes, a smirk playing gently on his lips. The light pouring in from the streetlamp across the road shone dimly on his face, illuminating the soft curve of his jaw, making him seem that much more boyish.
You lift your head up and reach out for him, wanting him to hold you and make love, but he grabs your hands and pins them to your side, now hovering over top, “How badly do you want me?”
You let out a breathless whine knowing that Lee Donghyuck was only going to fuck you if you begged. “Very badly, please.” He leans down and gives you a kiss, his soft lips rubbing against your own drove him crazy, a low moan rising in his throat.
“I need you to tell me exactly what you want me to do. I need to hear you.” He looks directly at you, his soft brown eyes pleading with you. He moves one hand off of your arm to cup your face, his thumb moving against your cheek.
He was so fucking hot; you swore you’d do anything he asked.
You move your hand up to grasp the wrist that was stroking your cheek, “I need to feel you inside me, please Hyuck, I need you to fuck me.” You close your eyes, the embarrassment of saying such things weighing in.
He pushes your thighs apart with one hand and presses another kiss to your lips, “Hey,” He taps your cheek with his thumb making you open your eyes, “Only because you asked so nicely.”
“Y/N!”
A sharp pain bursts in your shoulder and you groan out, Haechans face slowly disappearing from above you.
“Y/N!”
Another bout of pain surges through your arm when all of a sudden you jolt up in bed, disrupting the dream your mind was playing out before you in real, incredible detail.
You look around your room and your eyes land on Haechan.
“Good morning sleepyhead.” He chuckles and takes a step back.
“Did you just pinch me awake?” You rub your arm, taking into account the fact that your top was so low, and Haechan had prying eyes.
“I called your name three times, and you didn’t wake up. You know the rule.”
You groan and furiously rub your eyes, clusters of sleep sticking in the corners. “Why are you even waking me up this early? It’s a Sunday.”
“Oh that’s easy.” Haechan walks around your room, touching all your little knickknacks and knocking over a few of them by accident, “Jeno has a game today and he wants all of us to get breakfast as a good luck thing. I don’t know, you know how superstitious he can be.”
“Yeah…” You trail off, admiring the way Haechan’s back muscles looked in his white t-shirt.
The dream.
The dream of Haechan kissing you… of him touching you, making you tell him that you wanted him to fuck you.
Uh oh.
“Okay. I’ll meet you at his dorm. You can go now.”
He turns around from where he was messing with the rubiks cube Jennie had given you as a birthday gift, “What’s the rush?”
“Get OUT” you squeal, chucking one of your pillows at him.
He dodges the attack but moves towards the door, “You’re fucking grumpier than me in the morning.” Closing the door, he calls over his shoulder, “Fifteen minutes. Don’t be late.”
Rolling your eyes, you slam your head in your hands.
That was just embarrassing.
The best thing you could do for the day was meet them for breakfast, go support Jeno at his game, and forget about the dream entirely… and the challenge from last night. The one where you fuck all of them and rate them at the end to determine which one was the best? Yeah, that one little challenge. So much for blaming it on the alcohol.
“Fuck.” You mutter.
When you move to push the thick comforter back and climb out of bed, you can’t help but feel the overwhelming wetness between your thighs. It was uncomfortable to say the least, especially when you clench around nothing and your mind drifts to what would have happened if the dream continued, if you had continued the discussion last night.
The challenge flashes across your mind again and the place between your thighs begins to ache.
You knew exactly who you were going after first.
Get ready Lee Donghyuck, I’m about to take you for a ride.
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writemekpop · 6 days
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All Night Long | Lee Jeno
Summary: You’re pregnant, and the baby’s kicking makes it impossible to sleep. Luckily, Jeno knows just how to take care of you.  
Genre: Fluff, established relationship AU, Babydaddy!Jeno
Word count: <1k
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KICK. KICK. KICK.
You stroked your baby bump.
“Let me sleep,” you whispered. But it was no use. Your baby was beating you up from the inside.
You looked over at your husband, Jeno, who was fast asleep. His cheek was squished into the pillow, and his soft brown hair stuck up in all directions. Even like this, he was beautiful. You watched his bare, muscled chest rise and fall in time with his soft breaths.
You burned with jealousy at how soundly he slept, while you had been tossing and turning for hours.
You cleared your throat way too loudly.
Jeno jolted awake.
He sat bolt upright, eyes still puffy.
“Is everything okay? Is it the baby?” Jeno asked, voice rough.
His hands found your bump instinctively, and he started tracing circles on your skin. Ever since he found out you were pregnant, Jeno hadn’t been able to keep his hands off you.
“Can’t sleep,” you pouted. “It’s the baby. He keeps kicking me in the ribs.”
You’d taken to wearing Jeno’s shirts in bed – they were the only thing that fit. His hand slipped under the white cotton, stroking your bare skin.
He gasped softly when he felt a sharp kick. 
“It’s been like this all night.”
Jeno shuffled so that he was lying in between your legs. He lifted your shirt, exposing your entire tummy.
“Let me talk to him,” Jeno said. “Man to man.”
You giggled when Jeno pressed his lips to your tummy and started to whisper.
Soon, it was becoming too ticklish to bear. Jeno held you in place, his large hands on your hips. He was holding you firmly but gently, just like always.
“Time to sleep, little one. Now, I know your mama is hot shit, but you’ve got to let her rest too, okay?” Jeno whispered into your bump.
“Hey!” you whispered. “You can’t say… the s-word in front of him.”
Jeno chuckled. “Sorry buddy. We’re don’t want you to end up a potty mouth like your mother.”
You whacked a pillow on Jeno’s head, which only made his smile grow.
His calming voice seemed to be doing the trick, as the kicking subsided. Your eyelids started to feel heavy, the weight of the day finally catching up with you.
Jeno shuffled up the bed till he was lying beside you. He pulled the duvet over you both and nuzzled his head into your neck.
Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him smirk.
“I’m the only one that gets to keep mama up all night.”
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andyprkmyluv · 7 months
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PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE CAN YALL RECOMMEND ME SOME NCT DREAM ROOMMATES SMUT PLEASEEEEEE IM LIKE IN MY ROOMMATE SMUT ERA IDKKK🙏🙏🙏
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idiotboys-ficrecs · 6 months
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Hey if you guys have any nct hockey player fics PLEASE send them my way. I have a need!! Any and all are appreciated! You can either send them to my inbox or leave them in the replies thanks Czenies!
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