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neochan · 2 years

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THE BODY SHOP (M)

PAIRING | idol bf!haechan x reader x idol!jeno

SYNOPSIS | in which haechan and jeno look damn good during the glass box performance.

WC | 4k

WARNINGS | haechan being hot in the glass box, choking, slight dumbification, fingering and oral fem receiving, hickies, hair pulling, dirty talk, brief mxm interactions, breeding kink, possessive hyuck, jeno has a daddy kink

A. NOTE | these past few days have given me whiplash. from the glass box incident (which inspired the original idea for this fic) to jeno at fashion week (which inspired him joining this fic), i have been unwell.

“i don’t think the fans understand how hard it is to do the choreography in that tiny ass box.”

haechans out-of-breath voice can be heard just outside the greenroom doors, just as the seven men filter into the room. jaemin and jeno have already stripped their shirts offs, revealing rivulets of sweat running down their chest and abs. their faces were easily just as bad, between the streaking makeup and a bit of hair dye staining their temples, the boys looked a mess.

chenle and jisung stumble in together and immediately crash on the couch, pulling out their in-ears and grabbing their phones from where they left them on the table. chenle props up his foot and a staff member runs over to hand him an icepack, “can’t believe they had me perform. my ankle still fucking hurts.”

“welcome to sm entertainment.” jisung mutters under his breath, before putting a water bottle to his lips and gulping it down.

“give me some of that.” chenle hisses, and snatches it out of his bestfriends hand.

renjuns manic laugh echoes off the cinderblock walls when he strolls in. “y’all will never guess what the fuck they just posted to twitter.” he outstretches his hand, phone screen turned towards the boys and displays a half-naked photo of jaemin.

“how did they take that?? i didn’t take it off till i was under the stage?” jaemin groans and buries his face in his hands.

“must have been a venue staff leak. be more careful buddy.” renjun sends a sympathetic pat to the older boys shoulders and moves on to the dressing rooms, opting to change out of his stage fit earlier than the others.

haechan and mark walk in last, their stage outfits untucked and disheveled. a staff member rushes over to them and hands them water bottles, curt thank yous and bows exchanged before she scurries out of the room.

the bright red haired boy walks over to where you were lounging on a chair, and grabs your hands, “you know,” you start, giggling when he wraps his arms around you and starts to plant tiny kisses on the side of your neck, “i don’t think the fans care if it’s hard to dance in the box, especially when you look that fucking good doing it.”

your boyfriend nuzzles against you, the heady scent of his sweat masking you like a thick cologne, “you thought i looked good?”

nodding your head, you pull back to capture him in a kiss. jisung groans and throws his empty water bottle at you, effectively clipping you in the head and making mark and jeno laugh.

a part of you wants to walk over there and reprimand jisung for throwing something, but your attention is stolen away when haechans lips find your ear, “they basically had me thrusting against the glass, remind you of anything?” his hands wander around your waist before grabbing two handfuls of your ass.

“hyuck!!” you squeal, pulling away from him and darting out into the hallway. from behind you, you can heard the other boys groaning and laughing, but a split second later, haechan is following after you. the both of you knew what you were searching for.

an empty room of course.

when you push open a random door that leads into an empty greenroom, you waste no time in pulling haechan in and fumbling for a lock behind you that doesn’t seem to be there.

“you’re so needy tonight, what has gotten into you.” he grins, pulling you into his lap after he sits down on the couch dominating the center of the room.

“the box, haechan! you in the box. thrusting, pushing your hips into the glass, smirking at the camera when jeno grinds on top of it? pulling yourself up while he ground down… it’s too much for me to comprehend, i felt like my head was gonna explode when i saw the footage!” you’re nearly out of breath once you finish your tiny, horny fueled monologue. how did he not understand how good he looked in the box? how he drove you insane when he smirked while body rolling. “not to mention you kissed the fucking top of the box when jeno…”

you make a mental note to show him the footage from twitter later.

“are you telling me you have a thing for one of my best friends, or…? he jokes, his hands running up and down your sides, sometimes caressing your back.

your fists beat against his chest softly, “no you clueless bastard. i have a thing for you!”

“good. because you’re mine.” the words send a chilling thrill through you, and you shiver against his touch.

he slowly presses his hips up against you, his upper body rolling ever so slightly, “you liked seeing me do this?”

your brain feels fuzzy when you feel his hard on pressing through his black faux leather pants and against the lace of your panties. you thank your lucky stars you wore a dress to the concert.

“y-yes, where did you learn that.” surely, he couldn’t have been taught that during rehearsals.

his voice drops an octave when he responds, “baby, i learned it from fucking you.” your arms circle his neck and you grind down against him, lips brushing his. god you wanted to kiss him, but he opens his mouth to say something again, and you have to stifle the urge to shut him up, “i wish all my fans knew too. i only look good in that damn box because of how good i fuck my girl, yeah?”

delicate fingers thread themselves in your hair right before he pulls you close, claiming your mouth in a needy kiss. it’s hot and desperate, and his tongue felt burning hot when he slipped it past your own only to swirl around it again and again and again, until you both were a moaning mess, pressing against each other tightly. you could feel every rigid muscle through the flimsy fabric of his white t-shirt, and it drove you crazy.

“god i love you.” he whispers when you pull back, catching your breath, “i should perform in the box more often.” a chuckle slips past his lips, but you quickly squash when you go back to kissing him, swallowing any and all noise he makes, even the small whimpers he makes when your hand snakes around his throat and slightly squeezes.

a flurry of kisses is pressed to his jaw and he moves his hands to the back of your head, holding you close to his honey skin, “no hickeys please.”

“nothing makeup can’t fix.” you mutter, painting his collarbones blue with lust.

“you’re insatiable.” he groans, right before digging his fingers into your hips and lifting you off the couch. he carries you to the table off to the right, just out of view of the doors window, and sets you down on it.

“wanna remind you of what i learned,” he pouts, reaching for the hem of his shirt and pulling it over his head. his chest is so pretty, deeply tanned and muscular in all the right places. a few faded hickies scatter across his chest like a constellation, “since you think i looked so good in that damned box.” your heartbeat flutters erratically when he reaches up under your dress and pushes your panties aside, “already wet for me? that performance did all this? i don’t wanna sound cocky, but damn. i’m that hot? of course i am, i’m lee donghyuck.” he smirks, and your eyes roll back into your head when he slips a finger knuckle deep into you.

“h-hyuck!”

you grab his wrist, but he shrugs you off with the other hand, “stop it. need to prep you.”

he takes his time then, at one point getting on his knees so he could suck your clit. you had grown ecstatic, grabbing the back of his head to keep him there, now pistoning two fingers in and out of you while making out with your clit. you vaguely wondered if the lewd noises could be heard from outside the room, but when he slipped a third and final finger into you, you couldn’t care to remember what you were wondering about in the first place.

no matter how much haechan loved that you wore a dress, he couldn’t help but wish you had worn a t-shirt. he felt like he was neglecting your boobs, and with the way your dress was cut, there was no way he could get access to them.

next time, he thinks.

for now, he’ll focus on making you remember just how he learned to dance like that.

“gonna fuck you dumb baby.” he mumbles while standing up and undoing his belt. he tosses it to some corner of the room, probably never to be seen again, and quickly undoes the top of his pants. his cock springs free, heavy and thick, and so deliciously yours, with precum already leaking from the tip, “it’s been a while since we’ve… i … if i finish fast, i’m sorry.”

you giggle into your palm, ‘hyuckie, don’t worry baby. i just wanna feel you in me, please.” you take the liberty of hiking your skirt up a little more.

“whatever you say princess.” he presses the head of his cock against you, lightly tapping your clit a couple times which makes you jump and shake the table beneath you.

he moans when you grab him, mouth lolling open as you guide him to the space between your thighs. you help him slowly sink into you, his head dropping low, chin resting against his chest, at the feeling of your walls pulsing around him.

“oh…oh”

this was a heaven he forgot about. between rehearsing and touring, there wasn’t much time for the simple pleasure of feeling your body connect to his. oh how he missed it.

“fuck… you – you’re so tight.” his soft groaning rumbles in his chest, and he takes a second before moving again, the warmth of you around him pushing him way too close to the edge already.

for you, feeling haechan slowly fuck into you made your mind go fuzzy – like t.v. static, only punctuated by each sound he made. it felt almost like a dream, one that had you cushioned and caged, the sweet smell of your boyfriend filling your head and making you forget your name. who were you? you didn’t know. only haechan and his cock filled your rotten brain.

your head lolls to the side and haechan takes the opportunity to bend down and attack your neck with wet kisses that leaves you wrapping your legs around his waist to draw him deeper. he kept a shallow pace at first, but as soon as you cage him, he thrusts all the way in; so deep you have no choice but to scream his name and throw your arms around his neck.

“fuck, so good hyuck… right there!!”

he chuckles against the skin of your throat, now sucking harsh bruises into the skin, sure to appear darker tomorrow. painting you in love bites was his favorite past time.

“love this cock, huh?” he’s cocky about it, but he’s earned the right to be.

“mhm.”

“yeah? then take it like that good girl you are.” he pulls almost all the way out of you before slamming into you, one of his hands reaching up to wrap around your throat. driving his hips into you, he pulls back to admire your pretty face, the mascara you had was running down in streaks, pleasurable tears filling your eyes at the sensation of him brushing your g-spot.

you chant curse words like a mantra in tune with his thrusts. your mind tries to form sentences, but all you’ve been left with is incoherent mumbles that haechan finds absolutely adorable.

“is my cock driving you dumb, baby?” rapidly nodding your head, he tightens his grip on your throat, “good. my name should be the only one you can remember.”

“what about mine?” the voice startles the both of you, but haechan doesn’t slow down his thrusts or remove his hand from your throat, nor does he look over his shoulders to see who it is. he’s spent years with the guy wavering in and out of the door way, there was no need to see who the voice belonged to.

from where you were on the table, you could see just past hyucks arm, and standing with one hand on the door handle, still shirtless and dripping in sweat, is jeno. hair dye runs down his temples, and with each step closer he takes, you can make out the rising hard on pressing against the fabric of his stage pants.

who knew how long he had been standing there, listening to and watching the way haechan fucked you. some part of you should feel shy, but it’s just the opposite when you lock eyes with jeno.

“ah jeno!!” haechans voice is a little too cheery for how hard he’s fucking you now, but he sticks his tongue out between his lips and furrows his brows as if he was concentrating super hard, “my beautiful girlfriend here was just telling me how hot she thought my – our, performance was and fuck – she, shit… stop it or i’m gonna cum.”

you were purposefully squeezing around his cock, driving him deeper and deeper, and you could feel him twitching inside of you every time you did it. your hands, which were behind you, supporting your body weight, move to tap his hand which was cutting off your airflow now, and making your head cloudy. he loosens his grip but doesn’t remove it fully. he liked having control like that.

jeno had moved off to the side now, still out of haechans view, but close enough to where you could touch him if you reached a hand out. his eyes were trained on you, taking in the way your hair was disheveled, and your makeup ran down your face.

you knew you should tell him to fuck off; to leave because he interrupted a private moment, but you’d be lying if you said his gaze didn’t make you feel hotter, make the place between your thighs wetter. haechan must have felt the same way because he’s fucking you with so much vigor, your mouth falls open, and you, under some sort of fucking spell, can’t find the strength to close it.

haechan continues while staring deep into your eyes, “she really liked the part where you were grinding on top of the box, and ya know, i was doing the same in the damn thing.”

“is that so?” jenos voice is deep and quiet, almost as if he knew all along how you felt.

“mhm. and in that tiny brain of hers i bet she’s wishing she could’ve been in the middle of us.”

you’re so taken aback by haechans teasing words that you rapidly blink before stuttering out, “n-n-no that’s not tru-ue.”

“you sure?” it’s jeno that pipes up, moving closer to you with such inquisitive eyes you felt like you were gonna explode.”

“she says it’s not true, but her pussy’s basically dripping over my cock.” he smirks, cocking his head to the side, “does the idea of being sandwiched between us turn you on?”

you feel like you’ve been caught red handed, totally embarrassed. the hot blush creeps up your spine and displays itself on your face and chest, make hyuck laugh, and jeno crack a smile.

“guessing that’s a yes, huh baby?” nodding your head slowly, you close your eyes. maybe pretending jeno wasn’t in the room would calm your fluttering heart. “jeno…”the boy in question grunts and you notice he’s palming himself through his pants. “she even went crazy over the fact that i gave you a little kiss through the glass.” haechan speeds up his thrusts, and you can feel him twitching like crazy, “whaddya say we put this post-concert adrenaline to use and give her another show?”

you don’t know what you were expecting, but it definitely wasn’t this.

jeno doesn’t say a word, just angles his body so that he was facing haechan yet still beside you, and he leans in, fisting your boyfriends hair and tugging harshly, making the older boy yelp in surprise right before kissing him. it’s a nasty kiss full of desperation and passion, with haechan whimpering against jenos mouth. at one point you see a flash of tongue, and you’re surprised that not once did your boyfriends tempo falter. the scene is so incredibly hot, you can’t believe it’s real.

after a couple seconds, jeno releases his hold and takes a step back, leaving haechan dizzy yet he still fucked you with so much energy.

“did that turn you on?” jeno whispers to no one in particular, and both you and haechan nod your heads, “good. now would you mind if i fucked your pretty girlfriends mouth? i’m so hard right now… i just need release.”

for the first time since he stepped in the room, you speak up with astounding clarity and coherence, “after that performance, why don’t you have haechan do it.”

it was meant as a joke, but jeno looks at your boyfriend expectantly. the both of them burst into laughter, “pretty girl, i don’t want my dick in his mouth no offense. that kiss was just a little something for you.”

you’re so close to seeing stars when haechan switches up his pace, driving circles against you, “o-okay but i don’t- can’t you fuck me jeno? not my mouth…me?”

the two boys exchange looks, one of jealousy shadowing on haechans, but jeno waits patiently for a response.

“just let me cum first okay? then i’ll give you what you’re really looking for baby.”

your boyfriend quickens his pace again, brushing your sensitive walls with the head of his cock. his fingers dig into your side as he loses himself in the feeling of your cunt sheathing him. a string of curses falls from his lips, mixed with your name. jeno just stands and watches with an amused expression, and it’s not long before milky white ropes of cum are painting your walls, the skin of your inner thighs, and some dripping onto the floor. haechan keeps going until the sensitivity is too much and his face is scrunched in pleasurable pain. “fuck, fuck okay.” he pulls out slowly and fixes himself in his stage outfit, “come on baby, let’s go.”

a laugh bubbles in your throat and pops out when he picks you up and brings you to the couch. haechan lays down on his back and pulls you on top of him, “lay down on top of me baby, but spread your legs a little for jeno.”

you do as your told, and before jeno has time to walk over, you realize what haechan is doing; he’s sandwiching you between him and jeno. “you’re fucking nasty babe.” you whisper, only for him to hear, and he chuckles, kissing your cheek.

“come on jeno, don’t you wanna fuck my cum back into her before it drips all out?”

“don’t gotta ask me twice.” the younger boys voice is deep and husky and sends a wave of pleasure rippling through you.

haechans hands thread through your hair to keep you in place before kissing you deeply. you stay like that for what felt like hours, kissing your boyfriend while laying on your belly, his cum dripping down your thighs, before finally your feel the couch dip under the weight of three people.

jeno furrows his brows and grunts, “think ‘m a little bigger than haechan.”

you moan out a response against haechans lips, but the sound dies in your throat when you feel the head of jenos cock moving against your entrance. in a split second, he’s pushing into you, filling you up so much more than haechan had.

“fuck, fuck, please, jeno right th–”

haechan is quick to grab your jaw, “you don’t get to say his name, okay? mine should be the only one you’re remembering…call him something else or don’t acknowledge him at all.”

“what am I supposed to call him?” you squeak out, jeno now finding a pretty quick rhythm that suits his style. usually he liked fucking rough, but with haechan under you, he knew he couldn’t drive you into the couch cushions like he wished he could.

“call me daddy, pretty girl.”

your boyfriend almost bursts out laughing underneath you, “you have a daddy kink? that’s kinda perverted”

jeno’s voice drops ten octaves, “you better watch what you say while i’m fucking your girl. might just have to put a baby in her.”

haechans laugh is cut off quick, and he squirms underneath you as if he was trying to push you off, but he doesn’t say anything.

“right there daddy!!” you squeal.

jenos cock plunges in and out of your sopping cunt, abusing your g-spot, but what has you jolting in pleasure, is his hand snaking around your waist to rub at your clit. he hits the right spot instantly, pushing you into such a euphoric state, you feel like you’re floating.

your first orgasm hits harder than you’ve ever felt, leaving you reeling and moaning into a kiss hyuck has you captured in, and quickly, your second snakes up on you before you know it. by some miracle, you’re still coherent, no matter how hard your legs are shaking.

the boy behind you doesn’t let up, no matter how much you beg him to slow down. it seemed like he knew your body better than you did, and you could tell your boyfriend was growing evermore jealous.

“i think she likes daddies cock more than yours,” jeno taunts haechan, who only rolls his eyes, and keeps kissing you, “want my cum pretty girl?” you try to moan out a response, but jeno angles his cock so that he’s brushing over your g-spot so intensely, all you let out is a high-pitched whine, “gonna take that as a yes.”

it’s not like you notice when he finishes in you because haechan has taken up all your other senses. his hands grab at your dress, pushing and pulling the fabric so he could touch the skin of your neck, peck kisses along your throat and leave tiny bruises in his wake. for some reason, he’s moaning underneath you, as if the vibrations from jeno pounding into you from behind has somehow traveled to his own dick. “you’re so fucking dirty, yeah? liking it when my friend floods that pretty pussy.” you incoherently nod your head, “you should be thanking me for allowing this to happen.”

you don’t respond. all too busy with the feel of jeno practically splitting you open.

when you don’t respond, haechan pokes further “come on, say thank you for letting jeno fuck you.”

“thank you sir for letting jeno fuck me.” the boy behind you lets out a long groan as he empties himself into you, messily mixing his, haechans, and your arousal. he stays there for a few, gently rocking his hips into you again and again until haechan pushes up.

“get the fuck off of us now, i’m getting squished down here.”

moving off of you, the dark haired boy stands up and fixes himself decent, “i like being called daddy, but something about the way she says my name… you’ve got a good one hyuck.”

you can barely speak, but the words dribble out of you slowly, “i feel like i’m being objectified right now.”

haechan wraps his arms around you, “not at baby… not at all.”

you feel sleepy, but you had enough sense not to doze off in the rec room as the busses would be leaving soon. god forbid they left you behind like they left renjun that one night.

“come on, lets go find a bathroom to get you cleaned up.” your boyfriend rubs your back gently, placing soft kisses to the top of your head, “and remind me to tell the choreographer the glass box is a hit. i’ll perform in it every night just for you.”

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phoxphenex · 6 months

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can we have more text with haechan and reader including jeno in their relationship? i really like their dynamic😭

when you’re in a relationship with nohyuck 2

#scenarios #nct social media au #nct #heart emoji #nct dream #nct texts #nct haechan #nct jeno #nct nohyuck #nohyuck texts #nohyuck x reader #nohyuck #jeno #jeno texts #nct jeno texts #haechan #haechan texts #nct haechan texts

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smileysuh · 2 years

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Impaled - teaser

✘ [synopsis]: your soccer star boyfriend decides to skip practice to spend some time with you, unfortunately, his frat brother roommate walks in on it

✘ [pairing]: Jeno & Haechan x afab!reader ✘ [au’s]: frat/soccer player au, roommate!nohyuck, boyfriend!jeno ✘ [word count]: 4.1k + 2k bonus

✘ [genre]: 🔞 smut ✘ [warnings]: big dick Jeno, unprotected sex, mentions of toys, cock warming, boob worship, boob massage, anal, praise, possessive!Jeno, vouyer!haechan, threesome, hyuck calls reader ‘miss y/n’ cuz he’s a hoe, bickering, soft dom jeno, creampies, cumplay, coconut oil lube, squirting, spanking, dirty talk, ‘you’re gay’ ‘no you’re gay’, etc...

“Aren’t you supposed to be at practice?” Jeno asks from behind you, hands covering your tits protectively from the wandering eyes of his frat boy teammate.

“My cleats weren’t in my gym bag so I came to grab them- besides, I’m not the only one skipping- aren’t you supposed to be ‘injured’ or something?” Haechan fires back.

“I am,” Jeno’s voice is laced with amusement when he asks; “can’t you see? I’ve impaled myself on something.”

READ THE WHOLE FIC HERE

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daegall · 2 years

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hm i wanna cuddle with haechan and jeno so bad

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nO BUT MOVIE NIGHT WITH BEST FRIENDS HYUCK AND JENO WHERE YOU JUST CHAT AND CHAT AND EAT NTO EVEN PAYING ATTENTIONT O THE MOVIE AND THEN THE THREE OF YOU JSUT COLLECTOVLEY DECIDE TIS NAP TIME AAAAAAA

sharing a big blanket with the both of them with popcorn kernels scattered all around it but you don't care, you'll clean it in the morning. hyuck has his cheek pressed against your shoulder, arms wrapped tightly around you :(((( i remember a tweet saying haechan mentioned liking to sleep w jeno bc he lets him cuddle but this time its you and jeno :((((((((((( fave nap buddies :((((((((((

you have your head against jeno's back, hugging him as well as half his body dangles over the edge of the couch LMFAOOOO his face stuffed into the armrest of the couch and all AAAAAA

in the morning you're all confused as to why the fuck your backs are SO sore and blame each other HAHAHAHAH

soft hours open !

#asks!#anon!#haechan!#jeno!#nohyuck!#lee donghyuck imagines #lee donghyuck x reader #lee jeno imagines #lee jeno x reader #nct dream fluff

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goldyeokki · 10 months

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TWO FOR ONE ★ TEASER

★ GENRE! ★ fluff, filthy smut with some plot

★ SYNOPSIS! ★ you come home after a long day to your two boyfriends in skimpy maid outfits. while they fussed over you, you had completely forgotten that it was your birthday. good thing that they had something special prepared for you on your day.

★ WORD COUNT! ★ 627 (est. final wc - 6k) ★ CONTENT WARNINGS! ★ reader is referred to with they/them pronouns; polyamorous jeno x reader x hyuck; feminisation; nohyuck in skimpy maid outfits; m/m affection

★ HUA'S NOTE! ★ the teaser is here!! i'm going to put all of my energy into this fic for now. this is going to be a birthday gift for my bestie @tddyhyck so it'll come out sometime in the second week of august ♡

“i’m home,” you call out to the quietude beyond the entryway. you notice the scent of oven-baked chicken and your stomach growls instinctively. your brows knit into a tight frown and you pat your belly as if it’ll soothe the hungry beast. “jen? hyuck?”

your feet immediately start to slowly move towards the source when you don’t hear a response from either of your boyfriends. there’s no way a stranger broke into your apartment, cooked you some chicken, and then left, right?

“my butt feels exposed in this . . .” jeno’s unmistakable voice perks your ears up.

“we gotta do it for our baby! y/n just submitted a hellish pitch and we’re spoiling them for a job well done.”

“they mentioned they find men in maid outfits attractive once and you go the entire highway to hell with the gag.”

“i know what our baby likes, so stop whining, jen!”

“i’m not!”

more often than not, you come home to them bickering over something and tonight is just like every other night. you can’t help but smile to yourself when you realise that they have no idea that you’re home and spoiled the surprise for you by complete accident.

though, the mention of ‘maid outfits’ paired with the strong, rich aroma of oven-baked chicken makes you extremely curious. you turn the corner to find your dining area set up for only one seat, and it’s the seat that you always claim whenever you eat together.

“jen, hyuckie, i’m home.” you say out loud, waiting for one of them to pop out.

donghyuck’s head peeks out from the side with a frilly black-white-and-purple hairband perching delicately on his crown. jeno appears next, onyx eyes sparkling with unbridled joy as he stares at you in a mix of surprise, excitement, and nervousness. he turns his head to look at the younger male, as if quietly asking what’s next in slight panic. then, you realise a soft jingle that follows his every movement and your eyes are brought to the floppy puppy ears that conveniently have a little bell attached to each.

“y/n, you’re back!” pure delight spreads across donghyuck’s face and he’s the first to reveal himself fully to you. a mixture of frilly blacks, whites, and purples attacks you. when his arms wrap around you to trap you, he buries his face in your neck while littering as many kisses as he can wherever he can reach.

“hi baby, welcome back.” jeno waves at you from the kitchen, still hiding himself. donghyuck pulls away to look at the silver-haired male. “what? don’t look at me like that, dude.”

“did you just ‘dude’ your own boyfriend?” he sasses and jeno rolls his eyes playfully. “aren’t you gonna say hi to our baby y/n and welcome them home properly?” he has one arm around you, pulling you close before pressing a soft kiss to your temple to prove a point.

“am i interrupting playtime for the two of you?” the corners of your lips curl upwards into a small, amused smile as you turn to look at your boyfriend.

“no, you’re not interrupting anything at all, pretty thing.” donghyuck solely focuses his attention on you now, leaning forward to give you a gentle, chaste kiss. the second he makes contact, it feels like you can melt into him and let all of your worries for the day disappear. “we just wanted to prepare you a little surprise because we know how stressed out you’ve been lately. so lee jeno, pleaaase?”

“i hate you.” the poor victim grumbles from his safe recluse in the kitchen.

“i love you too, lee nono!” your boyfriend teases in a sing-song voice, not once hiding his giggles that you can’t help but laugh either.

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leejenowrld · 4 months

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okay so this are some of my fave fics. i do have to say that some of them are like poly relationships (there is mxm action) so i’m sorry if you don’t like that😭 and the others are like threesomes, orgys and there’s one series

https://www.tumblr.com/jenomov/722422850136539136/tape-001-ljn-00z-line 00 line

https://www.tumblr.com/hyuckssunchip/674511203165519872/endless-blackmail-masterlist 00 line + mark series

https://www.tumblr.com/potatocitytechnology/672984404043382784/sunday-mornings-coffee-and-dick-pics-njm 00 line

https://www.tumblr.com/tyxoxo/718253513889710080/ohhh-in-that-case-can-i-request-poly-relationship nomin

https://www.tumblr.com/lxveshotaro/616049769902718976/attention-jeno-and-jaemin nomin

https://www.tumblr.com/smxtncity/682294815586697217/nomin-x-afabreader-dom-jaemin-subjeno nomin

https://www.tumblr.com/yutasbellybuttonpiercing/704803128415027201/orange-ljn-njm nomin

https://www.tumblr.com/otptings/660787108277059584/%EB%B3%80%ED%83%9C renmin

https://www.tumblr.com/neopuppy/686744724254654464/cmndctrl-m nohyuck

https://www.tumblr.com/neochan/679120889877528576/pairing-00-line-x-reader-ft-mark-synopsis 00 line + a little bit of mark

https://www.tumblr.com/neochan/682733616601710592/pairing-jaemin-x-reader-x-jeno-synopsis-jeno nomin

https://www.tumblr.com/neochan/696015275030626304/the-body-shop-m nohyuck

https://www.tumblr.com/sluttyten/684238121135718400/just-so-you-know nomin (and my fave btw🤲🏻)

https://www.tumblr.com/raibebe/672747555338223616/after-midnight nomin

https://www.tumblr.com/raibebe/650366338637922304/genre-sweet-smut-words-1550-prompt-nomin nomin

https://www.tumblr.com/raibebe/653810907372306432/genre-smut-words-4260-prompt-jaemin-x-female nomin

https://www.tumblr.com/raibebe/682981265151016960/motivation nohyuck (kinda just jeno watching)

https://www.tumblr.com/tyongf-nct/619211670613590016/the-three-of-us-smut-2k-dynamic-markhyuck-x markhyuck

https://www.tumblr.com/papergirllife/674588000293978112/lee-jeno-lee-haechan nohyuck

https://www.tumblr.com/moonlit-jeno/190377592773/everyone-can-go-thank-gentledreaming-for-this-bc nomin

https://www.tumblr.com/moonlit-jeno/612720939504992256/rainy-day-m 00 line + mark (and kinda my fav too😭)

sorry if this is too long, i think y’all can guess i have a thing for nomin😭 anyway, hope you and whoever sees this enjoy😋

oh my god!!! thank you so fucking much. i will definitely save this and keep these in mind 🫶🫶 i really fucking appreciate the time you’ve taken to do this, it means so much mwah mwah mwah 💋

also i’m into nomin! never read anything of them tho lol but i guess i’ll start <3

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renchans · 1 year

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00 ┊ ❛ profiles: WE HATE ANTH 127 ❜ ➥ masterlist ✩ y/n’s friends ✩ next.

summary ┊ one thing led to another, and now you’ve been tasked with turning your loser brother into the no.1 boyfriend material before he graduates university. okay, difficult but doable. the catch? his really hot friends can’t stop giving their two cents—and you just so happen to have a small crush on one of them.

characters ┊ nct dream’s 00 line x reader(f); ft. brother!mark, nct, other idols ✩ genres ┊ fluff, maybe angst??, romance, university au, non-idol au, smau ✩ warnings ┊ none for this post!

nabi’s note ┊ SMROOKIES RISE 🗣️🗣️ literally realised all of them minus renjun and rina were smrookies.. n e way part two of character profiles!! btw ncit is the tech school within smu, so technically (lol) ncit students are still a part of smu! just in the tech school that’s all ^^ also nohyuck are graduating one year later bc they did military service 😋 n we’re gonna act like jaemin was exempt bc he alr served with his latest ig pics!

please send an ask or comment on the masterlist if you’d like to be added to the tag list! <3

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jenoslutie · 8 months

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you'll be the first one to know when i open my own writing account<3

as for the nohyuck x reader, I ACTUALLY THOUGHT OF YOUR FIC TOO!! i feel like haechan would be lowkey jealous too, got a bit possessive watching you moan like crazy bc of another guy's cock. so when it's his turn, he'd pull out almost completely before slamming his hips harshly, burrying his cock deep inside with each thrust and say "you're mine"

-mochi

YAYYAAY OKAY i feel so honored hehe.

also jealous possesive!hyuck makes me crazy cuz he'd throw jeno to the side as soon as hes done so he can remind you who makes you feel the best and he does! not! disappoint!!!!!! fucking you harder than jeno did and makes sure you know who you belong to MMM yes please!!!!!!! i need them both so bad.

#mochi anon <3

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lovehrj · 5 years

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[8:48 PM] when you finally arrive at the dorms for your weekly movie night with your boyfriends, donghyuck, ever so impatient, drags you over to the couch so you can curl up in between him and jeno, who has a bowl of your favorite snack in his lap and a pretty smile on his face as he reaches out to pull you closer into his side, the opening credits of your favorite movie ending on the screen.

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neopuppy · 3 years

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Dive Into You: Part 3. (M)

Preview: Your eyes end up on sin in it’s human form. Haechan standing off to the side blending into the shadows of the church walls. Dark eyes already on you, looking like evil incarnate. A small smirk plays at the corners of his lips, thighs quivering beneath your dress. The light shifting over Haechan’s high cheekbones stirring dangerous thoughts inside of you.

His hand raises, index and middle fingers spreading open around pouty lips. Tongue lewdly waving your direction between. Mid-Sunday mass where anyone could see. Your breath turning ragged, mouth hung open in disbelief. He was the definition of breaking commandments. Why would God make someone this immorally delectable if it was so wrong?

Pairing: brothers Jeno/Haechan x female reader

Word Count: 5k

Genre: pwp, church boys AU, smut, love triangle, brothers nohyuck

Warning: sacrilegious themes, explicit language, master manipulator Haechan, innocent Jeno, virgin reader, corruption, bible quotes, too many religious innuendos

Smut Warning: loss of virginity, church fucking, if you’ve read this far I’ll be seeing you🔥

Intro—>

Part 1–>

Part 2–>

a/n: happy fathers day Pastor Lee😶‍🌫️

“I seriously don’t understand why you never make dad come to church with us.” You spit out rolling your eyes behind your mothers back as you enter through the large wooden doors. Another Sunday wasted listening to the word of the lord. Another Sunday of listening to your dads tired excuse of working hard and earning time alone to enjoy football.

“I’ve told you repeatedly, don’t question your mother.” She responds, pulling you in closer with a pinch to your side. “Goodness what is that atrocious outfit you chose? Should have worn the dress your grandmother sewed up for you.”

“I haven’t worn that since I was in middle school mother.” You groan, dragging along her side to the front pews. Sinful memories from the other day racing through your mind. Flashes of Haechan’s sensual gaze running around your head. Stiffening up as you take a seat near the area his face was held between your thighs. Church could never be the same again.

“Excuse me..” Jeno’s throat clears, approaching you and your mother. Decked out in an altar boy garment, features wrapped with annoyance. You sit up straight, amused smile growing looking Jeno up and down.

“Yes young boy, what is it?” Your mothers tone snarky. Nostrils flaring in dislike. Unimpressed with Jeno even more so after learning he rode a motorcycle around.

“Sorry to interrupt ma’m, I need your daughter’s assistance with the bible study lecture we’re holding this week. May I borrow you for one minute?” Jeno’s eyes dart to yours, lips tight with frustration. Your brows furrowing in confusion, since when were you involved in bible study? Is that a thing now??

“Bible study you say? That’s lovely” her shrill voice speaks up, pinching your cheek. “Finally listened to me about getting proactive in the church I see. Now go on and help the Lee boy with whatever he needs.”

Standing up, hands smoothing your dress down. Nodding to the other church goers as you pass by. You step to Jeno, anger evident in his expression. His arm lifts, pointing you in the direction of the hallway. Ah right, the bible study room, where that ‘party’ was held. A night that replays in your mind nonstop.

“Nice outfit by the way” you crack a smile, nudging Jeno’s side. His eyes squint at you, quietly shutting the hallway door to the church. “Jeno, I’m not a part of the bible class or whatever, you know that right?”

Jeno’s eyes avert from you, giving the hallway a good once over. Stepping forward into your space, seriousness taking over his features. Lips parting open hesitantly, he whispers— “Tell me the truth, are you sleeping with my brother?”

“What?!” Your eyes widen taken aback. Shock overcoming you from the question so much you fall back into the wall. Jeno grimaces, hand lifting to cover your mouth.

“You have to be quiet, my dads just down the hall in his office. Just answer my question.” Jeno’s tone lowers, leaning in closer. Lifting his other hand, finger pressing against his lips with a ‘shhh’ before removing from your mouth. You swallow, eyes ready to pop from your skull.

“Why would you ask me that?!” You glance toward Pastor Lee’s office with a whispered hiss. Jeno sighs, running a hand through his hair.

“You may not know this but one of my duties as an altar boy is making sure each pew is stocked with bibles. Mark told me Haechan stole his keys again..” Jeno’s gaze drops, hand fiddling in his robe pocket. “..I believe these are yours..”

Cotton underwear you’d conveniently forgotten about dangle before your eyes. Jeno’s face tense, holding them up in front of you. Cheeks instantly heat up in embarrassment, biting down on your tongue.

“What makes you think those are mine?!” Your head drops against the wall. Mortification washing over you the longer you stare at your underwear. Why deny it and put yourself through this humiliation.

“I sa..” Jeno pauses, eyes opening up staring at the floor. Stopping himself from nearly blurting out how he saw you wearing them earlier that day when your skirt twirled up. “Uh, I… you were with Haechan weren’t you?!” He grunts growing irritated himself. “Just take them already, they’re obviously yours.”

You snatch the panties away from Jeno’s grip. Other hand fanning at your over heated face as you stuff them into your purse. “Does anyone else know??”

“No..” Jeno swallows, mouth going dry trying to convince himself he didn’t consider holding on to your underwear. The devil on his shoulder encouraging him to do foul things into them. While the angel on the other convinced him to do the right thing. “But I’m not here to cover your ass! It’s bad enough I’m always picking up trash behind Haechan. Next time something like this happens, your mom will find out.”

“God fine, whatever Jeno. Thanks, I guess.” Shaking your head, you head back inside the church to seat with your mother. Pastor Lee makes his way out minutes later to the altar. Arms lifted as he asks all to rise. Feelings of guilt scorch through you as you try to avoid looking at the cross above Pastor. Avoid looking at Jeno who seems to hate you for some reason. Avoid looking at Mark shooting you disappointed glares. Trying to focus your attention on anything as Pastor Lee reads scripture.

“Have mercy on me, O God, according to your unfailing love, according to your great compassion blot out my transgressions. Wash away all my iniquity and cleanse me from my sin.”

Your eyes end up on sin in it’s human form. Haechan standing off to the side blending into the shadows of the church walls. Dark eyes already on you, looking like evil incarnate. A small smirk plays at the corners of his lips, thighs quivering beneath your dress. The light shifting over Haechan’s high cheekbones stirring dangerous thoughts inside of you.

Haechan’s tongue drags across his bottom lip, hooded eyes staring up at you. Having to cross your legs together tightly to suppress the needy urge trying to escape.

Bodies around you stand up, breaking your gaze quickly looking around lost. The power Haechan had over you stronger than any religious awakening.

“Why are you still sitting there?” Your mothers tone snaps out. Eyes shifting around the bodies blocked from exiting the pew behind you. Grabbing your arm, dragging you up into the short line formed for communion. As if she pulled you free of some haze, you look ahead.

Pastor Lee stands in the middle with a goblet of wine in hand, decorative towel sweeping it clean after every pass of lips. Mark on his right side carrying a platter of wafers stamped with crosses. Jeno to the left in the same position. How had this turned into your worst nightmare so quickly?

“Body of christ” Pastor Lee smiles, leaning the goblet toward your lips. Eyes moving back and forth to the men at your sides. Both of them sharing looks at you through their peripheral vision. On one hand you had Mark who knew exactly what you were up to just here the other night. On the other you had Jeno who could just be speculating over the situation still. With your swallow of wine and hesitation you turn Jeno’s way.

You share a stare, Jeno’s gaze locked on you. Lips parting open to accept the communion bread. Jeno evidently swallows taking in your face below. His own thoughts running wild admiring your tongue perched out waiting for something. Clearing his throat, he places to fast dissolving wafer on your tongue, tip of his finger catching saliva. Shivers passing along his spine taking in the way you swallow before moving on to the next person.

“Wish I was eating something else right now.” A hand settles on your lower back ushering you to your pew. Haechan mumbles against your ear, tongue not missing a beat licking across the lobe. Your eyes widen open with a surprised jump forward. Wicked smile on his lips as his hand moves lower. Leaving you at your pew with a squeeze on your ass.

As wrong as it felt sitting there, day dreaming of all the ways Haechan could bring you to ungodly climaxes. It felt right too, it felt good. The idea alone creating a hot messy pool between your thighs.

“What a beautiful sermon it was Pastor Lee! Ah I just LOVE the way you spread the message of our lord!” Your mother boasts shrilly. It would come off like ass kissing if she wasn’t so devoted to her God. Can’t help but smile to yourself pondering over the devotion to your God.

“We need to talk.” Mark approaches. Voice low watching as your mother falls into conversation with Pastor.

“Mark, please, not here..” your head shakes with begging eyes. He sighs, pulling you to a corner for quiet.

“I’m not going to snitch on you alright? It’s about what Haechan said. Look this isn’t the Sodom and Gomorrah he acts like it is.” Mark bites out. Worry on his features drawing concern from you.

“You mean, about…your..secret?” Hesitantly you asks, rubbing at your arm. It wasn’t any of your business to begin with anyway.

“There’s no truth behind his words.” Mark let’s out a tired sigh. Eyes drifting to the choir packing up their music booklets. Ah— the cute choir boy with the voice of an angel. Moving like slow motion as morning sun glows over his skin. “It’s against Gods will to indulge in sexual immorality..unnatural desires will undergo punishment in eternal fire.”

“I promise you I won’t say anything.” You huff a sigh with a lifted pinky. Brows raising in question. “Pinky promise?”

Mark chews at his lip, forehead creasing. Locking a tiny finger with yours. “You need to be careful. Haechan’s not the nice guy he has you convinced he is.”

“Mark..” with another sigh, your hands drop down. “He’s not as terrible as you think.”

He tugs at the collar of his altar boy drape, passing you a knowing look. At least this resolved things with Mark, sort of. Which led you to the next problem.

“Where’s Jeno?” You asks no longer spotting the tuft of black hair around the small building.

“Probably in the study room.” Mark nods in the direction of the hallway. Waving goodbye with a mouthed ‘thank you’ you make your way to the hall.

Maybe you weren’t making all the right decisions anymore. Carnal desire taking your moral compass for a spin. That didn’t mean you couldn’t apologize though, as embarrassing as this all was. Jeno was nice enough to hold on to your underwear and not rat you out. Although, he held on to your underwear.. in his hands. God what was more mortifying at this point? Him clearly thinking you slept with his brother in the church of all places, or carrying your under garments in his altar boy uniform.

Mind riddled with too many cringe worthy thoughts as you step into the bible study room. Mouth dropping open, heavy tongue stuttering out— “J..Jeno?”

Jeno’s dark eyes land on you, arms flexing. Pausing mid-air from folding up his uniform. The blinds open enough to light up the room in morning sunlight. He looked like the epitome of every unspoken desire you had late at night. Right out of some teenage wet dream. Where Haechan was soft, Jeno was hard— all sharp features. Ripped defined muscles, shoulder painted in ink down to his forearm. Your timing forever betraying you, always putting you in awkward situations.

“Yea?” Jeno drawls out, hardly missing the way your eyes eat him up. No surprise there, shallowness did not miss you.

“Uh.. I.. uh..” turning into a blubbering mess. How the hell was it possible for Jeno to look like that. No wonder he didn’t like you, hot boys are never nice. Jeno sets down his garments, turning to face you. Nothing but low hung black jeans on his body. Too low, low enough to display the perfect V cut leading below. Sunlight shining brightly off the silver barbell passed through his nipple. The smile on his lips grows amused, inching in closer.

“What? You like tattoos.” It’s not a question. It’s a fact. Your eyes taking in the intricate details along the expanse of his broad shoulder. What looks like a demon staring back at you, ready to eat you alive.

“Uh.. yea..” dumbly you respond. Licking at your dry lips. How were Jeno and Haechan even real? and how did you end up living in this dusty low populated town with them? Suddenly grateful your dad had to transfer. Your head shakes the closer Jeno gets— “I mean uh, no! I mean yes.”

“Yea, I like them too.” Jeno stops in front of you. Arm lifting for sunlight to kiss over the black ink. Flexing with every move of his arm. Veins running across his forearms beautifully. “Started getting them when I was sixteen. My dad doesn’t know by the way. So..”

“I.. I won’t say anything.. Jeno I want to apologize actually..” struggling to bring moisture to your lips, you continue stuttering. Sighing to yourself with one last sweep across his sculpted body, averting your eyes to the wall. A painting of Jesus on the cross hung up to remind you all he sacrificed for your sins. You can’t catch a damn break.. it’s church after all.

“You do?.. for what?” Jeno’s brows furrow. Confused why you would apologize and annoyed you aren’t still drooling over him.

“For dragging you into this. You were right, those were my underwear..” your face cringes. Slumping into yourself trying to hide. “I’m sorry you had to.. hold onto them..”

“Oh that’s..” Jeno rubs at his nape, taking time to check you out. The dress you’re wearing today form fitting, showing off curves and dips he hadn’t noticed before. Short, too short to be considered church formal. He sighs, hand dragging down his flat defined stomach. “It’s not a problem. Wouldn’t be the first time anyway.”

“Huh?” Your face lifts in question. Jeno brushing off his mumbled words with a wave of his hand.

“Don’t worry about it. Just thank God it was me who found them and not my dad.” Jeno nods, using this opportunity to roll his shoulders back. Chest on full display before you. That damn enticing nipple piercing teasing you, too close to eye level. Hand lifting to cover your mouth before drool can embarrass you further. You bend forward with a grateful bow.

“Thanks Jeno..” with a tight smile you step back letting him get dressed. Pausing at the door with one last glance. “I don’t really like tattoos, but I like your tattoos.”

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“Such a lovely boy!” Your mother pats Haechan’s cheek. Still deep in conversation with Pastor Lee when you return. Haechan now having joined, explaining to your mother how Jeno was unable to finish showing you around town the other day.

“Theres a group of us heading to the other side of town to read for the elderly at the retirement home tonight. I’d love to bring your daughter along if you’ll allow me.” He’s stood up straight, displaying a charming innocent smile. Appearing nothing like the Haechan you’ve come to know.

“That would be so amazing Haechan. She really needs to get out of the house and make friends!” Your mother practically shrieks. No consideration for you as the late church goers still hanging around look over.

“Mom!” Your face contorts with embarrassment. Daily life at this point, finding new ways torment you. Was that Gods punishment?

“I promise I’ll have her back home before curfew!” Haechan’s hand lands on your lower back like a hot coal. Eyes shifting to you with a dangerous glint. “Can’t have you breaking rules now, can we?”

His tone lowers for your ears only. Your mother returning to her conversation about a bakery sale to fund the church. Haechan’s hand lowers behind you, gliding up the back of your thighs. A gasp falls from your lips, eyes watching your mother go on about her amazing key lime pie.

His heavy hand dragging upward, teasing at the hem of your dress.—“Bad girls break rules.”

Fingers skim up, tickling across the meaty flesh squeezing out of your underwear. Haechan’s hand squeezing around your ass, with a heated whisper.

“Good girls go to heaven.”

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Haechan’s smile is sweet, too sweet as he stands at the front entrance of your house. Your mother’s eyes sparkling as she laughs at whatever jokes he’s making. Ever the charmer, a pro even with working parents to love him. Your mother enamored with him already. Delivering another loving pat to his soft round cheek.

“Mom, please..” you approach filled with dread having to listen to her complain about how painfully single and alone you are. Little did she know. Her face turns to you, scanning over the outfit of choice she once again would never pick for you to wear.

“Now how are you ever going to land a nice boy like Haechan dressing like a tramp?! What will the elderly think!” She fusses with your top, grabbing a jacket hanging on a hook by the door. “Going to give someone’s grandfather a heart attack showing up like this!”

“Mommm..” you whine, distracted with Haechan’s predatory stare behind her. Allowing your mother to shove your arms inside of the over sized jacket, most likely belonging to your father.

“That’s better..” she grunts, moving your hair onto your shoulders. Mouthing ‘act like a lady’ to you so Haechan cannot hear. With a nod and fake smile you give her a peck goodbye on the cheek. Of course you were going to act like a lady, in some depraved way.

“You make sure you show those elders nothing but respect! Don’t want Haechan reporting back to Pastor Lee about what a rude little girl you are!” Your mothers voice shouts out as Haechan leads you to his parked car. Always shining like it’s been freshly washed somehow— probably because he dedicated an hour everyday to coating it in wax.

“You’re going to be a rude little girl” Haechan whispers to you, pulling open the passenger door. “Nothing but disrespectful.”

You settle in your seat, with one last look at your mom. Anticipation of whats to come unleashing every impure thought you could only dream of before.

Good lord, how were you supposed to survive Haechan.

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“Love your car” you let Haechan know, stepping out as he opens the door for you. Sex demon of some type or not, a gentleman none the less.

“That’s my baby.” His finger traces along the roof with a smile. “Worked every summer during high school picking up cow shit to save up for her.”

“Her?” You stare up at the church, once again. Nerves shooting up and down inside of you, highly aware what the purpose of being here is.

“Of course.” Haechan lands a smooch across the hood of his cherry black trans am, throwing you a wink. “Only lady I’ll ever respect.”

You can’t even begin to focus on a retort for that comment. Panic setting in, taking in the building. “Should we really be doing this again? Mark was right..” Haechan shushes you with a finger over your lips. Pulling out a set of keys from his back pocket.

“Don’t worry about it baby, got dads keys this time. He’s busy with town council tonight anyway.” Haechan says, letting his tongue swipe across your lips. “Besides..”

He pulls away, unlocking the front doors. “You think I didn’t hear your prayers earlier? Desperately begging to be fucked.”

Haechan steps inside, dark shadows surrounding his shoulders. Eyes paralyzing you as fingers work the buttons of his collar. You watch him take steps backwards down the middle aisle, altar looming behind his head. Your feet finally carry your forward, doors falling shut behind you. As if the walls themselves know what unmoral act was about to take place.

“Virgins..” Haechan mutters, hands resting on your waist when you reach him. “So pure and angelic, always ready to get ruined.”

Leaning in, lips drag along your chin and neck. Words weakening your mind, pathetically begging to let him wreck you. He keeps mumbling words, sucking on your neck gently— “Naively lending their trust..”

Your head rolls back, eyes taking in the Mary’s face holding baby Jesus on one of the windows. Jerking out of Haechan’s hold when it really hits you how wrong this all is. His eyes slant, wet mouth hanging open, tongue licking at his upper lip.

“There’s nothing wrong with what we’re doing baby.” He steps forward. Placing your hand on top of the outline of his hardening size. “How can it be wrong when it feels this good?”

You bite down on your lip, squeezing the hot covered length in your palm. Haechan’s hand slipping between your thighs, cupping around your clothed mound.

“This is the only heaven I ever want to know.” You gasps, forehead dropping against his. Big hand squeezing your heating core. Fingers finding way to Haechan’s zipper before you even realize. Sexual desire winning again.

“Are you a rude little girl?” His tongue swirls around your ear, hissing the words out. “Are you my rude little girl?”

The questions ring in your ears. As if you’ve entered the garden of eden, led to temptation. Catching the menacing glint in Haechan’s eyes as you nod. It’s no wonder Eve ate the forbidden fruit.

“Say it out loud baby.” Fingers push your underwear in, slit spreading open. Wetness surrounding the fingers wrapped in cotton.

“I’m…” your mouth hangs open, Haechan’s other hand holding your chin. Thumb dragging across your lower lip. “I’m..oh f-fuck..” he presses in deeper, fingers jabbing at your entrance with a low groan. Thumb pulling your lower lip down further. You stutter out falling against him.— “y-your..rude l-little girl.”

“That’s right.” Haechan leans in, tongue licking over your lips. Plunging in your mouth with hot burning licks. Pulling you backwards toward the altar following through with his plan— of course. Eyes fluttering shut as he explores the depths of your mouth. Long tongue reaching near the back of your throat, hard breaths passing through your nostrils. Teeth clinking together, lips swelling up under the pressure from Haechan’s lips. He pulls away with pecks over the top and bottom, savoring every bit of you.

“So cute..” a peck to your cupid’s bow, reaching the top step to the altar. Thumbs rubbing your chin gazing down at you. His expression lewd making the ache between your thighs intensify. “So pure.”

Pulling you up the last step, crucifix hung above Haechan’s head. He holds your hips, hands rubbing over your sides. Jacket shoved off in seconds, lifting your top off. Licking over his swollen lips, hands grasping around your breasts in a rough squeeze. You moan out, letting him control your body. Turning you until you’re pressed against the altar. Cool marble digging into your back. Fearfully taking in the holy cloth draped over it. Shivers run up your spine, something in the air eerie as Haechan runs fingers up your thighs.

His hands move all along your body, up your abdomen. Covering over breasts again, pulling nipples free from your bra with a groan.

“You’re perfect” Haechan praises, fingers circling around your hardening buds. Goosebumps erupting on your skin remembering your mothers words— “Only God is perfect”. Head dropping back, squeezing your eyes shut to avoid the structure above you. His tongue dips into your bellybutton, dripping drool over your fluttering stomach. Hands pulling down your bottoms in one go, falling to the ground.

“Want me to fuck you?” Haechan dips in, placing a soft kiss on your clit. Lips moving against you with each word. “Want me to ruin you?”

You arch up on the altar, like some type of holy visual. Neck dropping releasing lust filled moans. Listening to sounds of a zipper opening, a buckle hitting the floor. Haechan shimmies free of his clothing, leaving you both bare. The display too obvious if anyone was to walk in at this point.

“Yes” you cry out, Haechan’s nails dragging down your ribs. Tongue sliding between folds, sucking in the wetness that’s been spilling out of you from the second you left your house. “God please.. please fuck me.”

“What do you need baby? What do you want me to do to you hmm?” His breathing grows harsher. Lips sucking around your clit. Groaning staring into your clenching hole. Dipping forward with labored sloppy thrusts, mixing saliva with your wetness.

“N-need..o-oh!” Your hips jump forward, grinding down on his corruptive mouth. Haechan’s moans vibrating into your hole, vicious slurping sounds echoing around you. Tongue lapping up and down following your twitching lower half. “Plea-please oh fuck!”

With fingers pressing at your entrance, Haechan sucks on your clit roughly. Tongue working mercilessly driving you to orgasm. Hole convulsing as two fingers glide in. Low throaty groans from Haechan’s lips mixing with your whined out wails.

“So pretty” he bites your hip, licking over the indentations. Continuing to murmur hotly, lips tracing over you. “So fucking pretty when you cum for me.”

Haechan pulls you closer, thighs wrapping around his lower abdomen. Ass half hanging off the altar, cloth dragging behind you. He bends over you, lips grazing yours. Lazy breaths swapping between your lips, tongues meeting here and there. Hard cock dragging over your core with a lift of his hips. Half opened eyes blaze into yours. Cock head teasing at your entrance, your body nearly screaming, begging to be filled.

“I’ll always be the first.” Haechan’s lips drag on your cheek, lowly whispering. Slowly easing into you, walls slipping around his cock like he belonged there. The stretch initially painful, eyes squeezing as he inches in deeper. Haechan’s face pinching in pleasure above you, hands wrapping around your neck. “You’re fucking perfect.”

“H-Haechan.. too.. too much” your eyes fall open gazing at his face in ecstasy. Cross appearing precarious above him as your head spins. Haechan’s hips still, pain painting his features for less than a second.

“It’s ok baby, relax.” He dips in, kissing you gently. Distracting your thoughts with his tongue coated in you. Lips crushing together messily. Loud sounds of moans filling the room. He knows what he’s doing. You weren’t the first, you wouldn’t be the last.

“So tight baby.” Haechan rolls his hips forward upon feeling you relaxing around him. “That’s my rude little slut, taking dick shamelessly. Made to get fucked baby.”

“Pl-please” your eyes roll back. Wet walls clenching around Haechan’s cock. “Move, please. I need it!”

He’s everywhere, body pressed against you, hip bones rubbing on you with every grind in. Mumbling curses above you with each swivel of his hips, length completely fucking into you. It feels so good, pain subsiding as you stretch further accommodating to his size. Haechan’s face drops forward, expressive eyes showing how hard he’s trying to hold back. Clammy hands around your neck making cold sweat pool at your nape.

“So pretty.. fuck” Haechan’s voice breaks into a whining growl. Slowly pulling back, thrusting in and out of you languidly. Building up to a faster pace, eyes focused on your reactions. He grits, spitting words above you— “Little virgin, so fucking good at taking cock already.”

Dick sliding in and out of you smoothly, Haechan expertly rolling forward. Stirring up deep heat between your thighs. Traveling up your spine, making your mind explode. Hands around your neck tightening as he speeds up. Wet sounds between your bodies resounding throughout the church. Whined moans and cries bouncing off the walls, like Sunday mass choir songs.

“You feel so good” his head shakes in disbelief. Choking your neck thrusting forward wildly. Tension in his body rapidly growing with each pass inside of you. Your hands grip around his wrists, tears slipping out. Eyes stuck on the visual of Haechan with the crucifix above him. The vision of sacrifice and sin all in one. Pleasure clouds your thoughts, arching up into his plunging thrusts with a scream out.

“Oh my fucking God!” Hands around your neck keep you held up. Core trapping Haechan inside as you cum. Fire like heat washing over your body, twitching around him. Cock jerking inside of you, Haechan whining loudly. His face turns pained, watching you come down from the high. Sighing out groans every time you clench around him.

Haechan waits for you to calm down, pulling out with a shout. Cock slapping against his lower stomach. “Ugh, come here baby. Get on those knees and pray for me.”

He lifts you gently off the altar, knees meeting the hard carpeted floor. Neck falling back, in a light headed daze post climax. Gazing up at the God that just broke you and brought you back to life. Haechan licks at his lips, ferociously stroking at his length over your face.

“Please” you beg out, hands instinctively lifting into prayer position. Haechan loses it at that, stringy ropes of cum shooting out across your chin and chest. Tangy taste hitting your tongue, eyes falling shut as you swallow with curiosity.

“Fuck.. fuck..” Haechan falls to his knees panting next to you. Arm holding him up, heavy eyes watching you suck down his cum. He grabs a cloth from the altar, dragging it down to clean off the rest of your face. “Fucking love virgins.”

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Jeno unpacks for first mass of the day. Cancelling plans with friends to hit the beach. A cloud over his head with a bad mood as daily agitation grows. His entire summer before becoming a college slave ruined. Nowhere near mentally ready to endure hours on end of lectures and essays.

“Look how cute you are in that altar boy costume nono” Haechan’s laugh sounds around the empty church. Jogging up the steps of the altar. Fingers pinching Jeno’s cheeks as he pulls away in anger.

“Fuck off” Jeno shoves his brother away, returning his attention to setting up the draped cloths along the altar. Haechan’s fingers snap loudly, dawning a smirk.

“Almost forgot” he points to the evident stain left on one of the hanging cloths. “You might want to clean that up before dad sees. I kinda made a mess the other night.”

“Haechan!” Jeno’s eyes widen, repulsed staring at the dried cum. On the damn altar garments?! He quickly steps forward, clutching hands around Haechan’s neck. “I’m not fucking cleaning that up. I can’t believe you-..”

“Jealous nono?” Haechan drags a finger through Jeno’s bangs. “Your little virgin was so sweet. Too bad she chose evil over good.”

Part 4–>

a/n: This is my favorite piece I’ve written so far. I am obsessed lmao🔥😣

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komoruarchives · 3 years

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nohyuck supremacy 💜💙

#nct #nct imagines #nct x reader #nct drabbles #nct scenarios #nct writing #nct127 #nct dream #nct jeno #nct haechan #jeno imagines #haechan imagines #jeno x reader #haechan x reader #lee haechan #lee jeno #nohyuck

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raibebe · 2 years

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Motivation

Genre: smut Words: 3.192 Prompt: gamer boyfriend Haechan x female reader feat. gamer Jeno

Warnings: grinding, degradation, voyeurism, unprotected sex

A/N: I did not think that I would be able to finish this but I literally pushed this out in less than two days, what the fuck. Anyways here's my fic for the Neohub Level up event! Anyone else surprised that it's a Dreamie fic and I didn't write for Jeno? Yeah? Me too honestly. But I adore this Nohyuck dynamic so here we are :] Is this my first full-length Haechan fic? I think so. Welcome to the collection, dear! If this is not up to par with my usual stuff, I'm sorry but I literally don't have time to proofread this a million times like I usually do, so :]]]] Also my first self-made gif header :]

“Jeno, get your fucking head in the game,” Donghyuck spat into his microphone, aggressively clicking on his mouse and all but smashing buttons on his keyboard. You couldn’t hear Jeno’s answer from where you were lounging on Donghyuck’s bed, mindlessly scrolling through your phone, but what you knew was that his answer didn’t satisfy your boyfriend a single bit as he only scoffed before spitting out profanities at what you guessed was the opposing team. You could only giggle when he cursed colorfully once a big, red screen declared his team the losers of the match and an empty can of red bull went flying across the room. “This is your fucking fault, Jeno,” Donghyuck scowled. “Well, I don’t fucking care if your cat distracted you.” “No shit, sherlock but we aren’t getting any better if we continue losing against these teams.” “Yeah, go get a fucking drink, but don’t blame your horrible playing on a full bladder then.”

Groaning, he pulled his big headphones from his head, carelessly throwing them onto his desk and turned around on his chair, an exaggerated pout on his lips. “Come here,” he demanded, opening his arms. “You big baby,” you smiled but gave in to his wish, climbing onto his lap and circling your arms around his neck before pressing a quick kiss to his pout. “Your big baby,” he insisted, burying his head between your boobs with an exaggerated sigh. You could only laugh at his dramatic antics, gently carding your fingers through the longer strands of hair at his neck. “Is this making you feel better?” You asked lowly when he also grabbed your boobs from below to further push them into his face. “Way better,” came his muffled answer, a moan slipping past his lips when you pressed down on the tense muscles on his neck just right.

“Don’t be so hard on your teammates,” you scolded him softly after a while when he came back up to heave in a big breath, holding his head up when he was about to just faceplant back into his makeshift boob pillow, you instead held his face up to massage his temples next. “But Jeno was missing all his shots, it was like he played that game for the first fucking time,” Donghyuck groaned. “Not everyone is as serious about this game as you are, Hyuck,” you tried to console him. “If anything, Jeno is the most serious about this. It was his idea to make a team to play this competitively.” “Hyuckie~” “No, I mean it,” he whined, “He’s never this bad. He needs to get out of his head and get into these matches.” “Well, maybe he just doesn’t have such a good motivation as you have,” you chuckled, grinding down on his lap with purpose to hear a choked-off moan spill past your boyfriend’s lips. “No, he doesn’t,” he sighed, rutting his hips up into yours, his signature cocky grin on his lips. “What a shame,” you sighed, catching his lips in a languid kiss as he helped you roll your hips down against him in a filthy grind.

“Hmm, I haven’t won yet, so I shouldn’t get my reward yet either,” he spoke against your lips just when you could feel the shape of his cock poke into your inner thigh. “But what if I want to give it to you anyway?” You teased, gently biting into his lower lip and accentuating your words with another filthy grind that made his breath hitch. “Those aren’t the rules, baby,” he reminded you, bringing his palm down onto your ass to get his point across. “Not everything needs to be a game,” you pouted. “But all the good things are,” he shot back, catching your lips in another kiss but keeping the grip on your hips tight so you couldn’t start working him up again.

“Uhm? Guys?” Jeno’s muffled voice came through Donghyuck’s forgotten headphones. ‘Be good,’ Donghyuck mouthed towards you before he picked his headphones back up. “Yo.” With how close you were holding onto your boyfriend and with your head resting on his neck, you were faintly able to hear Jeno’s voice. “How about we do some 1v1s? So I can get used to this new gun?” Jeno proposed, “Before we jump back into some matches.” “This is the best idea you had all day,” Donghyuck easily agreed, turning back to his desk and reaching around you for his mouse and keyboard. “How about a reward?” He asked while setting up the lobby. “A reward?” Jeno asked. Pinching you into your side, Donghyuck made sure you weren’t dozing off just yet. “If you win,” he started, “I’ll let you fuck my girlfriend.” “What?” You heard Jeno exclaim through the headphones. “Sssh. But if I win. You’ll have to listen to us fuck. Best of five.” “Hyuck, I don’t- I. This,” you heard his friend stutter which only made you giggle, looking up at your boyfriend with bright eyes. “It’s fine, Jeno,” you purred into your boyfriend’s mic, “I know you think I’m hot.” “That’s- I- I mean. Yeah,” he kept stuttering adorably, “But you’re…” “My girlfriend,” Donghyuck completed Jeno’s attempt at forming a sentence, “But a little birdie told me that she thinks you’re hot as well. And I don’t mind sharing her for a little. If you’re able to beat me that is.” “So what do you say, Jeno? You wanna fuck me? And Hyuckie can’t do anything else but watch. Want me to cry on your cock?” “Fuck. Shit. Fuck, yeah. Yeah okay. Let’s do that,” you heard him through the headphones, making Donghyuck break out into a bright grin. “Don’t get too excited, you have to beat me first. And if I win all you can do is listen to her sweet moans,” he mused, clicking a couple of buttons on his keyboard to send Jeno the link for the lobby.

“Do your best,” you smiled, going back to hugging your boyfriend, never really interested in the matches but rather in the outcome. It hadn’t been that long since Donghyuck had claimed that if he only got to have sex with you when he won his matches, he’d get better at the game quicker. In the beginning, you hadn’t given it much thought, simply giving in to his whining. That was before you realized that this could mean no sex for days on end when he simply didn’t win. Because if Donghyuck was one thing, he was firm with the rules he had set for himself. And that meant he wasn’t allowed to cum or fuck you in any way. The most you had gotten him to do on those days was to eat you out or finger you to your climax but it definitely couldn’t compare to the way he’d fuck you after finally winning a bunch of matches. But since this particular match would end up with you getting fucked either way, you didn’t pay it much mind, instead busying yourself with pressing open-mouthed kisses along Donhyuck’s neck, connecting each of his moles with a row of kisses.

“You wanna be fucked by Jeno so bad that you’re distracting me?” Donghyuck mumbled under his breath, one finger firmly on the mute button of his mic. “Can’t blame me for being excited,” you sighed, gently biting down on his neck, “I didn’t think you’d actually let him do it.” “Hmm, I don’t think it’s gonna happen tonight, dear,” he laughed at the same time as you could hear Jeno groan through the headphones. “I’m getting fucked one way or another,” you mused, gently swaying your hips, “I win either way.” ”You hear that, Jeno?” Donghyuck taunted, “She’s so excited to get fucked. Already dripping all over my thigh.” You didn’t catch Jeno’s answer over your boyfriend's bolting laughter when you assumed he had won the second round as well.

“Gotta step it up if you actually want to fuck her.” “Shut the fuck up, Hyuck,” you could make out. “Last chance, Jeno,” he simply singsonged, aggressively pressing keys on his keyboard and clicking the mouse. “It’s not over yet, Hyuck.” “Luck, Jeno. That was pure luck.” “It’s called skill.” “It’s only skill if you can do it again,” your boyfriend gritted out. “Watch me.”

This round seemed to take way longer than the last one, Donghyuck’s clicking was less aggressive this time and his jaws locked up as he focused on the game. “Come on, Hyuckie,” you sighed, plastering your body against his, your fingers dancing over his shoulders as you ground your hips in the smallest circles possible until the bulge of his cock was right against your clothed core. “Stop distracting me, babe,” he gritted out, quickly moving his mouse over the pad. “Mmmh, but you feel so good,” you all but moaned, rocking down against him the best as you could in the confined space of his chair. “Be good.” “‘m always good,” you mused, busying yourself with sucking a dark bruise low on his throat that you knew he’d get teased for. “No, you’re not being good right now.” “Win faster then,” you laughed hoarsely, rubbing your core against the length of his cock with purpose now, sighing in pleasure. “You hear her, Jeno?” Donghyuck taunted his friend, “Hear how needy she already is? Ready to be fucked and she doesn’t even care whose cock she is getting.” Jeno’s muffled answer got lost in the loud moan you let out when Donghyuck’s clothed cock slid against your clit just right, making pleasure zip up your spine. “Doesn’t she already sound so good? Hm? And today is just your luck,” he laughed loudly and a quick look at the screen showed the victory screen with your boyfriend’s character celebrating.

You couldn’t even be disappointed that Jeno had lost because you were sure, this wouldn’t be the last time that Donghyuck would propose this kind of deal and he had to lose one of those matches, right? “Mmmh, congrats,” you hummed, bending the microphone of his headphones out of the way so you could kiss him properly, wasting not a single second to lick into his mouth. “Thank you, baby,” he grinned against your lips when you separated again, “You ready for your reward?” “Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” you giggled. “Mmmh, get out of your shorts then.” “Yessir,” you laughed, making quick work of your shorts and panties while Donghyuck closed his game and only lazily pulled down his sweats to reveal his flushed cock, the tip already glistening with precum. “Get ready for a show, Jeno,” he chuckled, slowly stroking his cock. Smiling, you climbed back onto the chair, bracketing his legs with your thighs. “Can I have your cock now?” You asked coyly, fluttering your lashes at your boyfriend for good measure. “Put these on for me, so Jeno gets to hear you well,” he smiled, taking off his headphones and securing them on your head instead. “I think he’d be able to hear me either way,” you giggled, “Hi Jeno.” “H- Hi,” he stuttered, his voice loud and clear through the headphones.

“I’m gonna ride Hyuckie’s cock now,” you announced, Jeno’s mic was so good that you were able to hear how his breath hitched at your words, “Right here on his chair. Could have been you.” “Fuck, yeah… I- I’ll do better next time.” “Mmmh, can’t wait to have your thick cock in me,” you purred, slapping Donghyuck’s hands away from his cock so you could feel his length throb in your hold, “Will you get off listening to me getting fucked?” “I- Do… Do you want me to?” “I didn’t think you could resist it.” “Yeah… Yeah, I probably can’t,” Jeno admitted. “It’s alright, Jeno. I want you to,” you grinned, raising your hips up so you could slap the head of your boyfriend’s cock against your core, the wet sound probably not audible to Jeno but it made Donghyuck and you moan anyways. “Gonna fuck myself on his cock now,” you announced, lining Donghyuck’s cock up with your dripping entrance. Catching your boyfriend’s hungry gaze, you slowly lowered yourself down, drawing out your moan until you finally sat snugly on his cock.

“It’s so big, Jeno,” you mewled, throwing your head back as you slowly swiveled your hips to get used to how deep Donghyuck’s cock reached inside you like this, “Can feel him in my stomach.” That comment pulled obscene moans from both Jeno and Donghyuck who gripped onto your hips tightly. “You have such a dirty mouth,” your boyfriend groaned. “Make me stop talking then,” you challenged him, slowly raising your hips before dropping back down on his cock, moaning loudly when he filled you up just right again. “So fucking good,” you moaned, slowly building up a steady rhythm, mewls and moans spilling freely from your lips. “Fuck, you sound so good,” Jeno moaned into your ears, the sound so all-consuming through the big headphones that it made your thighs tremble and rhythm falter. “Come on, baby. Keep it up,” Donghyuck teased you with a short thrust upwards. “Hyuck,” you whined, pulling out the vowel. “Be a good girl for me.” In lieu of an answer, you picked up your rhythm again, ignoring the burn in your thighs in favor of listening to the symphony of Jeno’s and Donghyuck moans.

“Is he enjoying the show?” Your boyfriend panted, his grip on your hips guiding and helping you lift yourself off of his cock. “He’s moaning so much, Hyuckie,” you sighed, leaning back on his thighs so you could quicken your movements, mewling loudly when you managed to make him fuck into your sweet spot just right. “Please fuck me, Hyuck. I’m so fucking close.” “Beg some more for me,” he chuckled, merely pulling you down on his cock to roll his hips up in a slow grind, making you feel exactly how deep his cock was reaching inside you. “Huyck, please. Please, please, please,” you immediately begged, not even an ounce of shame in your body even if you were all but crying over his cock, “Want you to fuck me so bad. Need it. Please.” “You hear that, Jeno?” Donghyuck panted, “You hear how sweet she begs for my cock?” As an answer, Jeno simply moaned loudly as well and if you listened closely enough, you could even make out the wet sounds of him quickly jerking his cock. “He’s fucking into his fist, wishing it was my pussy,” you groaned, throwing your head back when Donghyuck finally planted his feet firmly onto the ground to fuck up into you. “What a pathetic little voyeurist, getting off to us fucking.” Jeno must have heard his comment, as a loud whine left his lips. “He’s moaning so loudly, Hyuckie.” “Even louder than you?” He chuckled, “Louder than your pussy?” “No,” you mewled, letting yourself fall forward against your boyfriend’s chest and lifting up your hips so it was easier for him to fuck up into you, pulling rows of choked-off moans from your lips. “No one is louder than my pretty baby when she’s crying over cock.” “No,” you agreed, proving his point with a wail when he nailed your sweet spot, your fingers digging into his shoulders. “Maybe we should invite Jeno next time so he can stuff your mouth. He probably would like that very much with how talented you are with your mouth.” “Want him in my mouth,” you agreed, “Want him to cum, Hyuckie. Wanna hear him cum.” “You have to cum for us first, baby,” Donghyuck cooed while Jeno only moaned from deep in his chest, “If you scream for us, we’ll give you our cum.” “Want it. Want it so bad. Make me cum. Make me cum please,” you blabbered, making an effort to meet Donghyuck’s strong thrusts instead of letting him jostle you on his lap like a ragdoll.

“Come on, baby,” he urged you on, his voice sounding as strained as you felt, your shirt sticking to your body with your sweat, “Let loose and cum for us. Be a good girl and cum for us. Let Jeno hear how pretty you sing when you cum on my cock. I know you can do it.” “Close. So close, Hyuckie,” you mewled. “I wanna hear you cum,” Jeno joined in through the headphones, “Please cum for us. I bet you sound so pretty. I need to hear you cum. I’m so close too please cum.” “Jeno,” you moaned his name, already addicted to the rough sound of his voice. “Come on, babe. Let us hear you,” Donghyuck rasped, doubling his efforts to push you to your orgasm. “Hyuck,” you mewled, your movements turning erratic when you were so close to reaching your orgasm, you could taste it on the tip of your tongue. “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum,” you chanted, squeezing your eyes shut tightly. “That’s it, baby, that’s it,” Donghyuck praised you, his fingers digging into your hips harshly to keep you grounded. With a scream that surely must have hurt Jeno’s ears, the knot in your core finally snapped, making your thighs shake and sparks erupt in your vision. “Holy shit babe. Yes, that’s it,” you heard Donghyuck pant, pushing you down onto his cock so he could grind himself deep inside you until a guttural moan spilled from his lips as well when he released inside you, paining your insides white. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” Jeno cursed, a deep groan spilling from his lips when he came as well. You imagined him on his dark chair, frantically milking his cock as spurts of white covered his hand and dirtied his clothes. If you were to do this again, you had to ask Donghyuck and Jeno to turn on their webcams. You wanted to see Jeno loose his composure as he watched you getting fucked by your boyfriend.

“Shit,” Donghyuck giggled after a while, the fist to catch his breath again. High on your orgasm, you joined in, melting in his hold when he gently rubbed your back. “Well- I… Erhm,” Jeno’s stuttering only made you laugh harder, his post-nut-clarity seemingly hitting him very hard, “I guess I’ll be hanging up now?” “Thank you for joining us, Jeno,” you mused, “Go practice some more so you can be with us the next time.” “Yeah… I- I guess,” he kept stuttering. “You’re so cute. Goodnight, Jeno.” “Goodnight,” he echoed before the sound of the call ending was loud in your ears.

“Take it off,” you whined, nudging your head against Donghyuck’s. Grinning and shaking his head at your antics, he did as you asked, pressing kisses to your face. “Did Jeno say goodbye?” “Yes,” you smiled, cuddling into his chest. “Let’s get you cleaned up, huh?” “How about a round two though?” “A rematch?” Donghyuck asked, wiggling his eyebrows. “Date a gamer, they said. It will be fun, they said,” you groaned but the smile on your lips betrayed your dramatic antics. “It’s plenty fun to date me, thank you very much,” he laughed it off, catching your lips in a sweet kiss.

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phoxphenex · 6 months

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#nct social media au #scenarios #nct #nct dream #nct texts #nct haechan #nct jeno #nct nohyuck #nohyuck texts #nohyuck #nohyuck x reader

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dongfuck · 2 years

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“i’ve always been here, but you’ve never noticed.”

a masterlist. [020522]

fics

fuck… or die - l.dh

Devil in Me - l.dh

wi-fi - l.dh

Does He Know? - l.dh, l.jn

Pink Venom - l.dh #2

His Wish - l.dh

Christmas Miracle - l.jn

Mistletoe - n.jm

First Snow - p.js

Simon Says - l.dh

Pink Venom - l.dh #1

Au Revoir - n.jm

Consequences (I Still Love You) - p.js

Elevator - l.dh

Your Body - l.dh

Do Good, Look Good, Feel Good - l.dh

February 14th (Voicemails) - l.dh #1

February 14th (Voicemails) - l.dh #2

FMBFSGF - p.js

Child - l.mk

timestamps

[ 23.47 ] — cry

[ 01.17 ] — talk slow

[ 06.49 ] — you too.

[ 02.54 ] — obsessive

[ 00.21 ] — greengreengreen

shorts/drabbles

getting finger fucked again. - l.dh, h.rj

getting finger fucked? - n.jm, l.jn, l.mk

Wanna Blow Candles? - l.jn

Infuriate - l.dh

hard hours

hyuck comforting you

eating mark’s ass

riding hyuck’s face

haechan and… martial arts?!

haechan just loves you too much

haechan w lip piercing + rings

hyuck + corruption kink

haechan stuffing a vibrator up your panties

pussy-drunk jisung

jisung playing with your tits

(nsfw link) 00 line fucking you

(nsfw link) what jeno does in his free time

mean jisung

ji in two totally different situations

jisung; whiny or groany?

jisung as your dance instructor

hyuck? the silent type??

NCT DREAM - Thighs, Ass, Tits

haechan = ass guy

giving bf!haechan a handjob

cuddling in bed with hyuck

submitting to donghyuck

dom!haechan x reader x switch/sub jisung (full convo)

eating haechan out

sub chenle

rimming hyuck

hc and jn being whores

threesome w nohyuck

mornings with jeno

hyuck beating himself?!

haechan moaning

jisung abs

toxic chenle

teasers/previews

Pink Venom - l.dh (Preview)

Love Glitch - l.dh (Preview)

February 14th - l.dh (Teaser)

#dongfuck’s masterlist #blue is my official colour

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guanana · 2 years

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sub!nohyuck who are obsessed with you, always wanting to please you... thinkin thoughts

(bestie this is my first time writing a threesome, so i apologize if it isn't that good >.> <3)

request 02 ♡ ljn x reader x ldh

genre: drabble smut, jeno x reader x haechan

word count: 2.1k+

smut warnings: mfm threesome, penetrative sex, oral (f&m receiving), creampie, light ass play (m receiving), sloppy seconds, voyeurism, spit, lil mxm

author's note: alternatively speaking, this could definitely be read as a beware the panty perv drabble

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“Good boy,” You breathe out. A harsh hand comes out to yank at the black tresses of the man between your legs. Spreading your leg wider to make eye contact with him, beautiful brown eyes form into crescent moons at your praises. Kitten licking your folds and swiping at your clit, you throw your head back with a groan. “Just like that Jeno, oh my god.”

Jeno’s mouth was always so good. Puckered lips coated with copious amounts of saliva kiss along your mound, worshiping your folds like it was a delicacy. Watching him grind his naked lower half into the sheets to satiate the ache of his hard cock has you delirious, almost so lost in the visual of him kissing your lower regions that you forget about the other male next to you. Not remembering their presence until you hear a choked cry. Darting your eyes to your left to catch Haechan still standing there as pliant as you left him.

“Let Jeno and I have our fun first. You just watch and I’ll let you join when I think you deserve it.”

“But–”

“Is my sweet boy not going to listen to me?”

You were so mean. Making him watch you get eaten out by Jeno without so much as being able to touch you. Sharing you with him wasn’t the problem, he tries to convince himself despite the jealousy that brews at the pit of his stomach. The problem was how he had to watch your eyes roll to the back of your head, how you had to fondle your breasts and tweak your nipples in order to remain on earth, how Jeno’s veiny forearms circled around your thighs as he lapped up every drop of wetness that you secreted– as if he didn’t want to save anything for him. Even worse, you told him that he couldn’t touch himself like the visual in front of him isn’t straight out of heaven.

But worst of all– you called Jeno your good boy. Those praises were supposed to be for him only. A bitter scowl evident on his face when he and Jeno lock eyes, the smug bastard having the audacity to wink at him when licking a fat stripe from the base of your pussy to the clit. Your squeal echoes around the room, yanking at Jeno’s hair and closing your thighs around him as you grind him even deeper into your core.

Yet no matter how much Haechan suffers, no matter how much his cock absolutely aches to be buried deep inside your walls, he remains patient. All qualms fly out the window whenever it came to you. Your wish would always be his command, even if it was at the expense of his sanity.

“What’s wrong, my sweet boy?” You gasp out when locking eyes with a pouty Haechan. Arching your back when Jeno ardently plunges two long fingers inside of you. You relish in the way Haechan’s face scrunches in envy. “You want to join?”

You practically see the way those puppy-like eyes pop out, a figurative tail wagging in anticipation at the presumed invite. Licking your lips at the way the precum drips from his red tip, it’s begging to be touched. When he nods you beckon him to come over with an index finger. “C’mere,” Giggling at the way he bounces over with glee to your side of the bed.

At your permission, he’s immediately toppling over, the warmth exuding from his body as he wraps around you. Cuddling into you as he locks one of his legs with yours– shit eating grin shot at Jeno when he ‘accidentally’ knees him in the head. Erection digging into your stomach when he kisses you so fondly. Any amount of time spent away from you drove him crazy, and to know that you were so close yet out of his reach has him yearning for you like a man starved.

Your senses are overloaded, barely able to keep up with the two men as you let them do as they please. With Jeno tongue fucking you and switching his now wet fingers to flick against your clit, you whine against Haechan’s kisses as he’s unable to control himself, shoving his tongue as far down your throat as possible. They’re both relentless, as if in a silent competition with one another.

When Haechan’s hand glides from your breasts down your stomach, you almost suffocate Jeno between your legs. Yet Jeno loves it so much, wet pussy shoving into his mouth to the point arousal coats the bottom of his chin. He pulls you in even closer to suckle at your clit, pointed tongue darting against the bud until you’re bucking into him.

Separating from Haechan’s kiss, you scream. “Fuck, Jeno! I’m gonna cum.”

“Want to make you feel so good,” Jeno moans into your core, vibrations sending shivers up your spine. “Cum for me now.”

When you release onto his jaw, Haechan’s greed overtakes him and he’s angling your head to look at him. Half lidded eyes dazed when he takes your lips again, sucking in every moan as you ride out your orgasm on Jeno’s tongue. Jeno’s eyes glaze over as he swipes at your folds earnestly.

You’re wondering why Haechan himself is moaning so much, that sweet tone being exchanged as your tongues swap spit eagerly. When the spasming of your legs settle you look down to find Jeno had collected your cum onto his fingers to swirl at Haechan’s puckered hole.

He’s bucking his hips into you, cock rutting against your hip when he gasps at Jeno’s ministrations. Jeno with a devious grin plastered on his face, now leaving your pussy to bite at Haechan’s calf. “Was wondering why she liked you so much. You really are a sweet boy,” Jeno scoffs out when Haechan has to pop away from your lips. And the visual is beyond erotic, his jaw dropped as he gasps for mercy. Holding onto you for dear life as he arches into you, the way Jeno has his way with Haechan causes you to squirm beneath them.

Jeno’s index and middle finger break through the barrier and pumps into Haechan before crawling up the expanse of your bodies. Eyeing the two of you so endearingly, licking up Haechan’s spine on his way up before rolling to your right. “Should let him fuck you now,” Jeno breathes into your collar before marking the flesh. “I think he’s earned it.”

With glazed eyes, you nod before exchanging a chaste kiss with Jeno. Jeno shoves his lubed up fingers up to the hilt into Haechan, and the cry that he emits has the two of you gasping in amazement. Haechan’s fucked out expression is beyond beautiful.

Relenting in his teasing, Jeno separates from Haechan, opting to watch you take him as he pumps his cock at your side. You and him chuckle at Haechan’s flushed expression. Deciding he’s suffered enough, you roll on top of the honey skinned boy. “You were such a sweet boy for me,” You kiss your favorite mole that rests just beneath his eye. “Gonna reward you now.”

“Thank you…” Haechan whimpers, gasping out when you align his begging cock with your entrance. Still weeping with leftover cum and Jeno’s saliva, you take Haechan with alarming ease. The two of you moaning out in unison when your ass meets his balls immediately. “Fuuck,” He mewls, looking at you so lovingly.

Bouncing on him with vigor, Haechan barely has time to register the pace you’ve developed. Your thighs have developed much more definition from all the times you’ve milked his cock dry, ogling the meat as it shakes with every time your body slaps against his.

Locking eyes with Jeno, you smirk when you see that he’s been suffering just as much as Haechan. Long, girthy cock angry with precum. Vein popping in hopes of being eased by being clamped between your wet walls. But he’s just as good of a boy as Haechan, pumping himself as he waits patiently for his turn. “You two are beautiful…” He trails off, lost in his own world as he watches Haechan’s hips meet yours as you ride him.

The look on Haechan’s face doesn’t go unnoticed, staring down at him lovingly as his cheeks grow red at the compliment. Jeno’s praises keep on falling from his pretty lips, egging Haechan on as you take the reins. “You feel so good, pussy is always so amazing,” Haechan cries when your clit grinds against his lower abdomen.

Pinning Haechan’s wrists above his head, his eyes pop out when your lips pucker out. He knows exactly what you want. He always does. Sticking his tongue out he groans in delight when a glob of your spit falls meets the back of his throat, swallowing it with gratitude.

You moan out at his pliance. “God, love you so much sweet boy.” When the tip of his cock meets that spot deep inside that drives you mad, you put all your energy into the backs of your thighs as you chase your orgasm. Clenching against him tightly, Haechan is unable to keep himself from spilling inside, your second orgasm coating his cock.

Calling your name out like a mantra, Haechan sings to high heavens his love for you. Overwhelmed with your generosity every time. He looks up at you like you’re the only person in this world, he barely registers when Jeno takes you away from him. Heated walls that encapsulate his cock ripped away from his clutches.

It all happens so fast when you give Jeno the okay to impale you with his cock. Despite being laid out for him, you call all the shots. Still leaking with Haechan’s cum, Jeno takes on a persistent pace, much rougher than Haechan. Seeking to pleasure you rather than the other way around, his eyelashes flutter shut as he gets lost in the nasty mix of semen and arousal.

“This feels so fucking good,” Jeno gasps out as his chest meets yours, rutting into you with short yet purposeful thrusts. Taut muscles wrap around your waist as you cry out, back arching into his ripped body. Hoisting your legs over his shoulders, he meets parts of you that no one else can reach. “It’s beyond wet… fuck.”

You scream out when Haechan infiltrates the two of your perverse acts, face coming in close to yours as he licks up your throat. Long, beautiful fingers coming down to your clit to rub tight circles. Jeno coos at the assistance, undoubtedly impressed with how well Haechan knows your body. “You really know what she loves,” Jeno chuckles breathily, hips unwavering as a mixture of cum flies everywhere with every thrust.

Haechan glares at the latter male, only mildly conflicted when he takes in the way Jeno’s jaw clenches as he fucks into you. Tip pummels your g-spot before he smirks at the brunette:

“Good thing I love her pussy just as much.”

Lost in the pleasure, your tummy sucks in when Jeno hits the same spongy wall with precision. Gnawing at the inside of his cheek as he feels his climax approaching. “Feel so good… Cum for me, please. Need your pussy to suffocate my cock,” Jeno begs, and you could never deny. Haechan wanting to be just as responsible for the impending orgasm, he meets you for one last kiss with a rough pinch to your clit.

Little does he know that Jeno had the same idea, meeting your two lips into the kiss as well. It’s disgusting, depraved. Three tongues meeting in a nasty braid of saliva, not knowing whose is whose. It didn’t matter, the three of you losing yourselves in the kiss. Teeth clacking with lack of tact, your eyes shut tight when you feel Jeno growling into your mouths, ass cheeks clenched tight as he thrusts all the way to the hilt.

“Fuck!” You cry, eyes rolling back when you receive your second dose of cum. Beyond filled, copious amounts of cum spills out of you when Jeno pulls out. A gossamer thread connecting his softening tip and your cunt. It slaps against his thigh obnoxiously when he falls over to your side.

The three of you lay there in silence for a while, catching your breaths after the events that had just taken place. The two of them being as clingy as they are immediately cuddle into you, Jeno spooning you from the back and Haechan digging his head into your breasts for warmth. Giggling lightly, you place a hand over Jeno’s forearm and trail the other through Haechan’s hair, smiling at them adoringly. Laughing even louder when Haechan tries to shove Jeno’s arm off of you, the latter slapping at his shoulder irritably.

“My sweet boys…” You trail off when you bring a nose to the crown of Haechan’s head.

“I’m sweet boy!” Haechan puffs his cheeks out huffily.

Jeno pouts at him before digging his head into the crook of your shoulder, furrowing his eyebrows at him. “You’re not the only one who would do anything for her, y’know,” He scoffs.

“But I’m her favorite,” Haechan sticks his tongue out at him.

You roll your eyes as they continue to bicker, losing yourself to sleep as the fatigue of getting fucked by two of your favorite boys takes over. Hearing them coo at you as they shower your body with loving kisses, you’re content.

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#jeno smut #haechan smut #nct smut #i hope its okay at least ;;#this is as subby as i can get jeno im so srry omg #nohyuck smut

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