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XngHan&Xoul — Waste No Time (2025)

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Mark Lee as the boyfriend who simply cannot stop bringing you up

Mark is for sure the kind of person who, once he's in a relationship and deeply in love, can't help but talk about his significant other every chance he gets. Whether it’s relevant or not, he’ll bring them up because they’re always on his mind. I know this because he's like this when it comes to me #AskAboutMe🙂‍↕️

During a break from practice, Mark sits huddled in the corner, sipping from his water bottle as Haechan approaches. “What is that?” Mark asks, putting his water bottle down. “Menu.” Haechan replies, leaning down and handing his phone off. Mark scrolls through the menu aimlessly, unable to find anything that sounds good to him—then he stops abruptly. Haechan, growing increasingly impatient as he stands in front of Mark, perks up hopefully, thinking Mark has finally made up his mind about his order. Mark looks up at Haechan and holds the phone up with a grin. “Man y/n would die if she saw this. Delivering restaurants never have this on the menu.” Haechan sighs and lowers his head before reaching for the phone, only to have his hand quickly swatted aside. “I'm still looking!” Mark shouts, clutching Haechan's phone tightly in his grasp. “Then look!” Haechan snaps back at him, “Actually look.”

Packing in his last bag, Mark thanks his manager before climbing into the van. He's riding with Jeno, who is mostly absorbed in his phone. Mark usually takes a power nap or listens to music on his way to Music Bank, but right now, his eyes are glued to Jeno's phone screen. “What?” Jeno asks, laughing at mark who was currently leaning over him. “I'm bored.” Mark laughs, and Jeno shifts to give him a better view of his phone. “I was just watching the highlights of yesterday's race...you don't really care about this though.”  Mark shrugs, eyes wandering over the screen. “I can explain it to you, this is the—” Mark interrupts, “Wait does that say Lego?” Jeno nods. “Yeah, Lego is a sponsor for Mclauren th—” “Dude this is reminding me of that one time y/n was freaking out over this one Lego set…which one was it?” Mark recalls, pursing his lips as he tries to remember. “I'm pretty sure it was a car one too. Crazy... Maybe it was F1 related.” Jeno gazes at Mark with idle curiosity, while Mark chuckles sheepishly. “My bad for cutting you off, I just remembered... continue, I'm listening.”

Walking back into the kitchen with his phone in hand, Mark searches up the recipe once again. “Yeah, its butter. You're good.” Jaemin nods at his confirmation and adds butter into the pot he had been stirring. “You didn't have to do this you know.” Mark says walking to stand beside Jaemin and lean against the counter. Jaemin waves his unoccupied hand dismissively. “I just felt like cooking today.” Mark chuckles lightly as Jaemin add more to the pot. “Oh, I get that. It's like a mood you get in, right?” Jaemin snorts and looks at mark, “and what would you know about a cooking mood?” Mark tilts his head slightly, a smile spreading across his face, “Me? Nothing really. But y/n talks about these random urges she gets to cook or bake all the time. so, I'm assuming it's like that” Jaemin raises an eyebrow before shaking his head and facing the pot. “I should've known that's where that was going.”

What was meant to be a quick trip to the store is ending up taking much longer than planned. “Are you sure this store even has it?” Mark asks, feeling defeated. “Yes.” Renjun replies plainly, “I mean they could be sold out but, I doubt that.” Mark's shoulders slump at that, and Renjun bursts into laughter. “Let's just go check over there really quick and if it's not there then we can leave.” Their endless search for something clearly not there finally concludes in the back of the store, near the clearance section. “Well, I guess they are sold out...” Renjun comments, throwing a timid glance in Mark's direction. Mark gives him a sarcastic smile, “I told you that. Just order it onl— Oh my god!” Mark runs over to a nearby shelf and picks something up. “What?! Is that it?” Renjun asks excitedly, quickly following behind mark—his face dropping in disappointment once he sees what's in his hands. “Y/n has been trying to get her hands on this figure for the longest time...and it was just back here!” Mark turns to him, shoving the box in his face happily. “Congratulations.” Renjun replies snarkily before walking off.

Sat outside of Market Restaurant waiting for his order to arrive, mark reaches over to Jisung's plate. Jisung playfully pushes his hand away, “She said she'll be right back with your food.”  Mark frowns. “You'd let me starve until then?” Jisung smirks in disbelief at Mark's exaggeratedly fake sad tone. “You won't starve; besides, you didn't even want to come here with me at first.” Jisung munches on more fries as Mark takes a sip of water, keeping his gaze fixed on Jisung. “You’re being so mean right now...” mark trails off as Jisung pushes his plate towards the middle of the table, offering. Mark flashes a big smile at Jisung, grabs a few fries, and slides the plate back. “What made you order breakfast? They said it'd take a while since its after twelve now.” Jisung asks. “Is it…like a y/n thing?” Mark glances up in shock, “Yeah actually. Need to see if it's good to get the word back, you know she just has to know all the good breakfast spots.” Mark explains with a small smile, “I'll get a sandwich to-go though.” Jisung nods, taking a sip from his drink. “I figured.”

As soon as the live ends, everybody gets up to stretch. “What are y'all about to go do?” Haechan asks as they all move towards the exit of Mark's hotel room. “I'm going to sleep.” Jaemin replies simply and Jeno seconds that. “We're probably going to order something then go to sleep as well.” Chenle says, gesturing toward himself and Jisung. “I'll go eat with them two, then I'll go to sleep as well.” Renjun adds. Haechan agrees, “I'm sleepy too but I probably won't go straight to sleep so I don't know...what about you?” Haechan turns to mark. “I'm tired too, but I have to stay up a little bit longer.” Mark points to Jisung and Chenle, “can I come eat with y'all too?” Chenle gives him a thumbs up and Jeno asks why he has to stay up, but before he could reply, Jaemin and Haechan both answer for him. “Y/n.” Mark stares at them in shock. “How did you know?” They look each other then back at mark. “How could we NOT know?” Haechan asks in disbelief.

Bonus:

Not long after you step into the building, you are greeted by Chenle. Mark had rushed out earlier, forgetting his phone, so you reluctantly made your way to his workplace to return it to him. “Hey Chenle, I’m glad to see you.” you wave before reaching into your purse and grabbing Mark’s phone.

“Can you bring this to Mark? It’s his phone.” Chenle returns your greeting before taking the phone. “You don’t want to come by the room?” He asks and you say not today—your eyes locking on his wrist.

He notices your staring and holds his arm out to you. “I’m sorry…” you apologize shyly, “These are just so cute. Is it va—” Chenle cuts you off mid-sentence. “Van Cleef? Yes.”

You hum excitedly. “I thought so. I lov—”

He interrupts you again, speaking knowingly. “You love Van Cleef and you’ve been thinking about getting the tiger eye motif but you’re on the fence.” Chenle holds his wrist up and points, “Get it, you like it.”

You stammer, bewildered. “How d—”

Chenle interrupts again, marking the third time. “I know because your boyfriend doesn’t shut up.”

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SPIDERM— MWAH -˚꩜｡- MARK LEE (이민형)

mark cant stop yapping about spiderman and you cant stop kissing him. (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)

“You don’t understand,” he says, wide-eyed, voice already three octaves too loud, “if Peter and Miles actually team up again and then 2099 shows up, that’s like—bro, that’s like—”

You hum softly against his lips, and he still doesn’t get the hint.

“—three different timelines! And—mmph—okay, wait—wait—babe,” he mumbles as you kiss him again, “I’m trying to explain the multiverse and you’re distracting me—babe—”

You kiss him harder.

Mark Lee, your sweet, nerdy, infuriatingly kissable boyfriend, is sitting on the couch in his Spider-Man hoodie (the Miles Morales one, obviously), gesturing with one hand and completely unaware of the way you’ve climbed into his lap like a lovesick koala.

His other hand? Firm on your waist, like it always finds its home there. His thumb’s rubbing lazy circles, up, down, up, down—like he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it. Absent-minded. Natural.

And his lips—god, his lips—so soft, so pouty, so Mark.

“But if you think about it, like, Gwen and Miles—babe, I’m serious—they represent two different—mmhm—oh my god, you’re literally ignoring me right now,” he grins, nose scrunching as you pepper kisses along his jaw.

“I’m not ignoring you,” you murmur against his skin. “I’m just… appreciating you.”

“With your mouth?”

“Mhm.”

His laugh is all breath and heat, slightly shaky now, finally trailing off from his spider-rant. “You’re insane.”

“You’re talking about spider variants while I’m kissing you.”

“I was talking about variants,” he pouts, letting his head fall back against the couch, looking at you through thick lashes. “Now my brain’s melting. I had points to make.”

You kiss his pout. Then his cheek. Then his neck.

“Baby,” he groans, squirming just a little, “I had a whole theory—”

You slide your fingers under the edge of his hoodie, grip the fabric, kiss him again and again and again.

Now he’s not talking at all.

Just breathing in soft little stutters, kissing you back with those loser-lovey eyes like you put the stars in the damn sky.

“Your lips are so distracting,” you murmur against his mouth.

“You’re the distracting one,” he huffs, arms wrapping fully around you now, pulling you close, surrendering with one last grumble: “Spider-Man can wait…”

(He still tries to finish his theory ten minutes later—with you half-asleep in his lap, lips kiss-bruised and smiling.) finally some couple stuff !! *clap* *clap*

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Two daddies one porsche ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

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𝗦𝗖𝗘𝗡𝗘 ─── meeting your fav in person or haechan meeting you in person

( 対 ) lee haechan + fem. reader wc. 0.6k genre smut· contains! idol!haechan , unprotected sex , language mature content. / back to library

𝕼 ㅤ𓈒ㅤ𓈒 yeni’s note .ᐟ based on this video they sent

haechan wasn’t surprised by how hot his fans are; he’s seen his fair share of pretty fans in the almost decade he’s been a idol — however he’s never been gobsmacked by how beautiful a fan was until he saw you.

he only caught a glimpse of you during the show and it was like time stopped , how could someone so beautiful like him? you smiled and his heart fluttered. he had to go around asking if any of the other boys saw you , when they didn’t , he swore he was seeing things.

it was until send off he saw you again , you stood there along with many other fans , a photocard of him right on your hips , a mini skirt sitting right on your thighs , a deep cut shirt that exposed your chest , a H in pink rhinestones right on your collarbone; he was enamored by your look , even after being in the heat , you still looked good — he had to talk to you.

he made his way over to you , touching the hands of the other fans in his way , stopping right in front of you. “hi.” you stared up at him in shock. “oh my- hi!” he smiled , holding his hand out , your friends squealing beside you. “for me?” he pointed at the letter on your collarbone. “yes! yes it is.” you said , excited to meet the boy you never shut up about , the man looked just as excited to meet you. “am i your favorite?”

“of course i love you.” the staff came over to usher him on to the next ; he really didn’t want to go. “bye.” he gave you one more glance , finally letting your hand go , leaving you squealing with your friends. “girl he was checking you out.” he smirked because he was . “no he wasn’t , he was just doing his job.” no , no he wasn’t , if anything he was thinking about taking you back to his hotel and fucking you until those damn rhinestones fell off — not before he got a picture though.

and that’s exactly what he did , it wasn’t easy but he managed to slip his phone number into your hand after he returned back to take a picture with a girl standing next to you. you weren’t even gonna text him , but after you returned back to your hotel you just said fuck it and sent him a text — which led you to this very moment , you in the hotel room of the man you’ve said some crazy things about , his cock stuffed deep inside you. your hair was a mess , the letter H now just a few pink rhinestones. “fu-fuck you’re so tight.”

“so fucking wet , you got this wet for me.” he grabbed your face , you were looking him in the eyes . “fu-fuck baby i’m flattered.” he smirked down at you. “haechan.” you moaned. “that’s it -shshit- say my fucking name.” he grunted above you. “say it.”

“haechan , please fuck me!” you screamed his thick cock dragging along your walls , your eyes rolling to the back of your head as he plowed into you. “so fu-fucked out by my cock.” he cursed. “bet you thought about this , me bringing you back and fucking you stupid?” you nodded. “fuck haechan you’re so big.” pressing his thumb against your clit , rubbing circles , making you squeal , you were sure the entire floor heard you. “you gonna cum for me? make a mess all over my bed?”

“fuck i’m gonna cum!” you screamed , legs shaking as you came. “haechan!” he kept moving. “good girl , making a mess all over me -shit- fuck i’m gonna cum.” he choked out. “fuck.” he hissed pulling out , right before he came , his sticky cum coating your skin. grabbing both your wrist , pinning them to the bed , sliding back in. “i’m not done with you.”

“gonna give you everything you dreamed of.”

©️LUVYENI

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can i tie a bow around it? - nct dream

pairing: nct dream ot7 description: text smau with y/n asking if she can tie a bow around it contains: sugg content (MDNI), kys jokes, swearing taglist: @hmusunoo @st1llm0nster @lonelybutterflytae @velvetkisscs

jeno~

jaemin~

mark~

haechan~

renjun~

chenle~

jisung~

A/N: pls forgive me for accidentally spelling haechan's name wrong...i forgot the 'c' in donghyuck </3

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trying to make haechan lose no nut november !!

a/n: oh i cooked 🤩 tw: freaky 👅

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jeno trying to make you lose no nut november !!

a/n: jeno, ima need some shirtless mirror pics soon cuz i dont like using a rando 😒

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johnny begrudgingly doing no nut november !!

a/n: one last nnn post to wrap up the month!! 😛

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How I feel reading smut while being scared of intimacy in real life

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Angel!!! Ily! Alright- Haechan and blindfold 😉

Haechan + blindfold

a/n: I love you too Bee 💓💓 thank you so much for requesting and I hope you like this!!

genre: smut

wc: 464

warnings: blindfold, oral sex (female receiving), sex toy usage, overstimulation, penetration

Your body is already spent, mouth agape and panting in the midst of your messy bedsheets. You can feel a wet spot forming on the space beneath your ass, your wetness dripping down your thighs after getting fucked for so long. As your boyfriend moves again, pushing your knees to your chest once more, your mattress dips a little, and you suck in your breath in anticipation. The t-shirt that he has wrapped around your eyes only heightens your oversensitivity, blocking your sight. You can’t possibly predict what his next move will be.

It all started when he found your dildo after snooping around your drawers. He wiggled the silicone toy in front of your face shamelessly, asking you about it with a shit-eating grin. You’d shoved your face in his chest in embarrassment, admitting you’d bought it for when he was on tour, looking for the closest thing to him that could satisfy you. After inspecting the phallic shape in his hands, he realized that it’s almost the exact same length and girth as his own member. That’s when the idea sparked.

He started off slow, putting his mouth on you. Haechan has a very talented tongue, and with one of your senses gone you could feel it gliding over your heat even more intensely. In a few minutes, he had already made you cum out of your mind, yet he wasn’t done. He coaxed orgasm after orgasm out of you, licking and biting on your thighs in between. Your legs were shaking, pussy numb when you felt a thickness dipping inside you slowly. The overstimulation made you feel every single inch of him, moaning out his name when you finally fit him whole.

“Which one is it?”, he asks you out of the blue, and you fight the urge to lift the blindfold to your forehead so that you can raise an eyebrow at him.

“What?”

“The thing stretching you out right now. Is it me or your toy?”

The liquid pleasure clouded your mind too much to come to a reasonable conclusion. You decide on picking your initial guess, worried that if you don’t reply to him he’d stop moving inside you. With a shaking voice, you answer him:

“You?”

His smug laughter spreads goosebumps all over your skin. Picking up the pace, he angles the dildo upwards, rubbing over your g-spot. The way you squirm and shake from underneath him lets him know that you’re close, yelping when he starts flicking your clit with his thumb.

“Poor baby. It’s been so long since I fucked you, huh? You’re so confused.”, he tells you as he pets your hair, a condescending tone laced with his words. “Why don’t you cum from this pathetic thing, and I’ll remind you what getting fucked from my cock really feels like.”

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Im laughing my ass off and I don't know if it's because I'm sleep deprived but I saw a post saying "breeding kink? in this economy?" Iam dying 😭😭😭

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Writing Description Notes:

Updated 9th September 2024 More writing tips, review tips & writing description notes

Facial Expressions

Masking Emotions

Smiles/Smirks/Grins

Eye Contact/Eye Movements

Blushing

Voice/Tone

Body Language/Idle Movement

Thoughts/Thinking/Focusing/Distracted

Silence

Memories

Happy/Content/Comforted

Love/Romance

Sadness/Crying/Hurt

Confidence/Determination/Hopeful

Surprised/Shocked

Guilt/Regret

Disgusted/Jealous

Uncertain/Doubtful/Worried

Anger/Rage

Laughter

Confused

Speechless/Tongue Tied

Fear/Terrified

Mental Pain

Physical Pain

Tired/Drowsy/Exhausted

Eating

Drinking

Warm/Hot

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Ruined. | Jeong Jaehyun

genre: smut | wc: 2.7k | deadly sins series | m.list navi pairing: boyfriend! jaehyun x afab! reader warnings: dom jaehyun, implied big dick jae, pwp, possessiveness, p in v, unprotected, creampie, talking through it, praise, overstimulation (f), bulging, cock warming, dumbification, rough sex, multiple orgasms, aftercare, quick mentions of — virginity loss/edging/hickies/spanking, positions — missionary/prone/headlock, pet names — baby/pretty little thing/pretty girl/good girl/perfect girl/babe summary: after deciding to lose your virginity to your boyfriend, he’s desperate to show you what he can do to you — to prove to you that he can leave you shattered in the most satisfying and beautiful way. | deadly sin: pride a/n: this might be the filthiest thing i wrote since being active on this blog. this was actually supposed to be heavy on degradation, but i couldn’t write him being mean ૮(˶╥︿╥)ა oh! and this scene takes place the night after losing your virginity because, in my head, he’d never put you through this until after a few rounds. let me know your thoughts and enjoy!

You knew losing your virginity to your boyfriend was the best decision you ever made. Jaehyun was everything you could’ve asked for — sweet, gentle, attentive, and caring. He made you dinner. He ran you a bath. He cuddled you until you fell asleep and his entire arm went numb. He made sure your first time with him that weekend was nothing short of perfection like it was his life’s mission.

He loves you. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him and he does what he can to show you what you mean to him; to make sure you know you’re his. 

So, it isn’t much of a surprise in that same weekend, Jaehyun fucked you absolutely senseless. Not just having you see stars. No, that wasn’t enough for him.

He fucked you until you were limp; wrecked and ruined. He fucked you until you were clinging onto consciousness, teetering between cloud nine and reality as his hips rutted into you mercilessly as if he wanted your body to remember every vein and crevice of his cock; as if he was molding your soft, gummy walls into the shape of him. 

He wanted you to never forget who could make you feel this amazing and he sure as hell wanted you to feel it the next day.

Every whimper. Every whine. Every mark on your body. He sees it as a medal — proof of his performance and he’s proud of what he can do to you. 

His ego, his possessiveness, his confidence, his pride ripples through you with every pathetic little moan you desperately let out, very sob you attempted to muffle, every muscle in your body that trembles.

You’re three orgasms into the night — your back pressed into the mattress, feet towards the headboard, and under your boyfriend’s tall frame while he’s still rock hard and parked deep between your legs, even after experiencing an intense orgasm of his own nearly 30 minutes prior. 

Still reeling from your second release, you close your eyes, attempting to stop the entire room from spinning only to feel your boyfriend’s hand softly slap your cheek, bringing you back to reality. His eyes are sharp and a smirk pulls from a corner of his mouth before a cocky chuckle is heard. 

“Look at you,” he clicks his tongue, fake concern dripping from his tone. “Look at what I do to you.” He lifts his eyes to the mirror, strategically placed near the foot of your bed. 

He lifts your chin gently, urging you to tilt your head back to look at yourself — eyes glazed over, drool and saliva coating your chin, hickies spread all over your neck and chest, and your once pretty lip gloss he had you wear is absolutely ruined and messily smeared over your skin. 

You whimper at the sight of yourself — unraveled to the point you’re trembling under him, only to realize he isn’t done. 

Part of you is absolutely exhausted, but the other part — the needy part — desires more. Hungry to see how long he can keep you like this until he finally becomes undone. How much more you can take until you can’t anymore. 

“More…” you tiredly let out. “Need more.”

“More?” He mocks, dragging the pad of his thumb against your bottom lip as you tilt your head back in its previous position. “I need to hear you beg for it, baby.”

God, does he make you beg. 

His thumb dips between your lips, soon coming in contact with your tongue and coating it with your saliva before he teasingly rolls his digit over your aching clit, building you up to the brink of another orgasm only to rip it away from you over and over and over again. 

“Jae—” you manage to choke out, pathetically to say the least.

Your thighs are quivering, the muscles in your abdomen screams out in pain with the way you’re clenching, your heart thumps so hard you’re convinced it’ll jump out of your chest, and you're certain your poor overstimulated and sensitive clit has been pushed to its limit. And yet, you’re still desperate for more. 

“Need you,” you hiccup. “Please.” Your voice hung, trembling, somewhere between a beg and a cry. 

Jaehyun smiles. “That’s it,” he softly purrs, nuzzling the tip of his nose against the crook of your neck before slowly trailing up to your jaw. The palm of his hand drags against your thigh, attempting to soothe its quivering state.

“No one else can handle me like you can.” He presses a tender kiss against your jawline. “You’re perfect for me, isn’t that right, my pretty little thing.” 

You nod, letting out an obedient hum. 

“I love you,” he breathes, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. “Even when I fuck you like I don’t.” He whispers. 

Jaehyun grips onto your hips, tilting it up before he roughly thrusts into you without warning — finally giving into your need. 

“This is what you wanted, right baby?” He grunts, his cock rapidly moving in and out of you. “You love this, hm? Being filled up, praised, used, adored.”

You mindlessly nod, his words slowly becoming a jumbled up mess in your head as you feel his cock dive deeper into you, tip bullying your cervix effortlessly. Electricity jolts through you, leaving your skin tingling. 

His grunts and moans mix with your loud sobs as you inch closer to, yet, another orgasm embarrassingly quick. His hand presses against the lower part of your stomach and you hear nothing but a laugh of disbelief. 

“I can fucking — feel — fuck!” He doesn’t bother to finish his sentence, too mesmerized by the bulge he feels when he’s penetrating inside you before pulling his hand away, eyes widening in hypnotizing fascination. “Look,” he smiles devilishly. “Look how deep I am inside of you.” 

Your weight shifts to your elbows, weakly propping yourself up to see what he’s in awe about. When you see it, you can’t look away. You watch him slow his movements, deliberately dragging every inch of his shaft like he’s memorizing the look of it — of you swallowing him completely before his hips return to its rough pace.

It’s not too long until your back arches out of instinct as your climax rips through your entire body. Your toes curl and every muscle tenses up as your thighs clamp against his hip, your body involuntarily moving to chase every last bit of your orgasm. Your jaw falls open, unable to speak and you’re convinced your muscles are melted into your mattress. You want to cry — not from pain, not from ache, but from the idea that he’ll eventually pull out, leaving you fluttering and empty. 

You want more. You want this forever.

You’ve already lost count of how many orgasms Jaehyun has pulled from you in the past hour, let alone since the weekend with him started. 

Stars flood your vision and your breaths come out in shallow bursts before feeling his hands press against the sides of your neck as your head lolls back, your body completely spent. 

“Look at me baby,” he purrs, amused, holding your head up for you. “Another orgasm that has you shaking and yet your pretty cunt keeps pulling me in.” 

He kisses your cheek as your eyes flutter open and you glance at the bare base of his shaft striking your folds, wet and glistening, as his hips continue to move back and forth into you. 

“Does it feel good when I use you like that?” He questions, mockingly, slightly tilting your head up for you to meet his eyes. “Tell me.” 

Your mouth opens obediently to respond, but you can’t. You try to refocus, blinking slowly like you’re half dreaming. You’re trying, you really are, but nothing comes out except for your shattered breathing — chest heaving erratically as if you’ve already forgotten how to breathe. 

Jaehyun swipes the wetness from under your eyes. “My poor baby’s brain’s gone, isn’t it?” He lets out a low laugh.

You mindlessly nod, whimpering as you feel his soft lips press against your forehead, giving you a gentle kiss, but you know all too well that it’s a kiss that warns you that he isn’t done yet. 

All you could register in your mind is the feeling of your boyfriend — his cock stuffed deep into you, his hips grinding into you, his hands holding your head up as you desperately try to keep your eyes open, and his soft lips against your forehead. 

Your heart races, your head is spinning, and your pussy is aching. You’ve never been this overstimulated in your life, but you can’t help but want more. You weakly grip onto Jaehyun’s wrist, keeping yourself grounded as much as you can while he snaps his hips back and forth recklessly, almost feeling as if he’s going deeper than he already is. Nothing but the slapping of skin and his desperate groans bounce against his four bedroom walls.

You whine his name, signaling him another orgasm is inching closer and closer. 

He presses his forehead against yours and you widen your spread, eyes half lidded to see your boyfriend’s tip bulging inside of you as he breaks you open with every deliberate and delicious buck of his hips.

Your body arches from instinct and you’re loudly crying out in pleasure — convinced that his poor neighbors must have already filed a noise complaint against him. Tears begin to well from your eyes; not from sadness, but from intensity. Your walls flutter around him and you’re shaking — strung out and delirious. Your mind goes blank, nothing but pleasure and his name is left on repeat. 

Your lashes flutter, attempting to keep your heavy lids open only for your eyes to roll back. Your jaw slacks open and a weak, helpless whimper slips out of you, giving in and allowing your boyfriend to take what belongs to him. 

Your body eventually gives up holding itself up, causing you to fall back into the mattress. His movements slowly come to a halt, keeping himself hard and buried inside of you. 

“Breathe baby,” he coos before fluttering your cheeks with his kisses and stroking his thumb against your hips. “You with me?”

You’re silent, throat raw from your screams of pleasure, but your lips part and a barely audible ‘yes’ is heard.

“There you are, eyes on me. Let me see those pretty eyes.”

When you look at him half lidded, you see a cocky smile stretch across his face. 

“There you go,” he softly chuckles. “My pretty girl, you’re safe, I’m right here.” He tucks your hair behind your ear, knuckles stroking your heated and tear stained cheeks. “You ready for more, baby?” 

Your whimper is enough of an answer.

“Yeah you are,” Jaehyun grins. “Let’s see how far you can be pushed until you break. Get on your stomach.” 

You slowly obey his commands, using whatever strength you have left to flip yourself over. Pulling a pillow under your chin, you begin to feel Jaehyun’s large hands rub against your thighs and up your hips. His lips press against the supple skin of your backside.

“So perfect,” he admires, giving your flesh a slap and soothing that same area with the palm of his hands.

“Yours,” you whisper, barely audible and muffled against his mattress, but he hears it — of course he hears it.

“That’s right. You’re mine,” he says, trailing kisses up your spine. “All mine.” He quietly repeats to himself as he slides his erect cock into you again. 

Pressing his chest against your back, his arm snakes around your throat and your chin resting perfectly against the bend of his elbow with just enough pressure to keep you in place. 

Your hand claws at the bedsheets under you, causing it to peel from the edge of the mattress, while the other grips onto Jaehyun’s forearm, frantically finding something to hold onto. Your limbs are boneless, allowing your boyfriend to use you just the way you want him to. 

It’s only seconds until he’s fully slamming his pelvis against your ass and nothing but choked out sobs slip between your lips. His hips jackhammers into you, hungrily, and his grunts are the only things that fill your ears. 

“Breathe for me,” he huffs, panting as he plunges into you frantically. 

You try your best, your breaths shaking as you try to steady it with every exhale. 

“That’s it, just like that. Good girl,” he says, low and reverent, as his grip slightly tightens around your neck. “You’re not going anywhere until I’m done with you, understand?”

You hum in response, nodding your head before his words could register in your brain. 

He glances at the way your nails rake the bedsheets before digging into the mattress and he feels your gummy walls clench onto his shaft as you bite down on your bottom lip. You’re close and he knows it. 

He releases his grip around your throat before you fall limply onto the mattress. One of his hands presses against your lower back while his other presses against the back of your neck when he mounts you — fucking you brutally as you attempt to muffle your screams into your sheets.

“Just one more baby,” he says through gritted teeth. “Come for me one more time. You can do that, can’t you?” 

You whimper in response. You don’t bother to warn him anymore, you just sob through your climax, far too gone to care as your eyes roll to the back of your skull and your mind fills with haze. 

“Don’t stop,” Jaehyun warns, fucking you through it. “Don’t you dare stop. I want it — all of it. Let me feel that sweet pussy lose itself.”

You’re twitching, trembling, and breathless. Drool slips from your mouth and onto the mattress as your body pluses against his erection, wrecking you with pleasure you can’t control. You’re jolting, helpless, and absolutely broken in the most satisfied and beautiful way possible. 

“Jae—” your voice hitches. “I—”

“I know, baby. I know, it’s a lot, hm?” Jaehyun comforts you, lips pressing against the back of your head before gently pecking kisses against your cheek. “You’re doing so well, coming for me over and over again and taking me like the perfect girl you are.”

Your lips curl into a weak smile, thriving off his words.

“Hold on a little longer for me, I know you can do it, baby. Just a few more strokes, okay?” He bucks into you at a brutal pace, leaving your whole body flushed with heat and overwhelmed with bliss.

Your incoherent mutters stumble out from between your lips and you hear Jaehyun’s praise slur together, clearly pussy drunk off you when hips begin stuttering. 

“I’m gonna c—” his voice hitches before your cunt is flooded with his warm release as he continues to push his load further into you, muttering the word “mine” repeatedly with every deep thrust.

When he comes to his senses, he lays next to you. You curl into him, your body trembling as you feel his warm cum drip out of you. Reaching over towards his nightstand, he urges you to sit up and lifts the water bottle to your lips, watching you gulp down the refreshing beverage. His hands begin to soothe and massage you, pressing kisses against your skin in devotion. 

“You’re okay, babe.” He reassures, gently stroking your cheek with his knuckles before pulling you onto him, your head resting against his chest and basking in his warmth. “You did so well,” he smiles. “Let me take care of you, okay?” 

You nod, letting out a soft giggle and a satisfied sigh when you feel his blanket wrap around you. 

“Just rest,” he softly commands, grabbing his phone from the nightstand. “I’ll order some food, we can take a shower, and I’ll give you a full body massage before bed. Does that sound good?” 

“You’re spoiling me,” you giggle, cheek pressed against his chest before you feel his thumb stroke your waist. “But yeah, that would be nice, thank you.”

Jaehyun cups the back of your head, stroking your hair endearingly. 

“I hope you're proud of yourself.” You tease softly. “You got what you want, I’ll definitely feel this tomorrow.”

“Proud?” He blinks, then a crooked grin spreads across his face, gently tilting your chin up to look at him. “I should get a trophy for this, but…” he trails off, lifting your hand to his lips, kissing your knuckles softly. “Hearing you moan and whimper? Yeah, that was reward enough.”

[highlysuh]

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🌙 starring. Johnny Suh & Lee Haechan & Jung Jaehyun x afab!Reader 

🔮 preview. Everything feels so good- you don’t even know where to focus. Being touched by two of your best friends while the third watches is unlike anything you’ve ever experienced. There’s something building inside of you, call it lust or love- regardless, it’s undeniable, and to make matters worse, it’s all-consuming too. 

tw/cw. Unprotected sex, cam girl reader, mentions of alcohol/drugs/porn, masturbation, use of sex toys, multiple reader orgasms, oral (both m/f recieving), blow job, pussy eating, overstim, multiple sex positions, dirty talk, praise, size kink, choking, spanking, etc… I pet names: (hers) Squeak.

👹 rating.18+ explicit I wc. 9.7k 

🍭 aus. Uni au, non idol au, best friends to lovers, etc…

☀️ mlist + an. This was originally a Pentagon fic from 2022, but that was three and half years ago so I revamped it for this month’s NCT fic :) I put a lot of effort into this fic when it came out, I always liked the story and the way the dynamic flowed, and the NCT fandom is so much larger than the Pentagon one, so I figured why not

“What are you thinking about?” Johnny asks as he takes a seat next to you. You make room for your large friend by lifting your legs off the couch, allowing him to slip under them.

His warm hands find your calves and he brings them to settle in his lap while you both get comfortable on the couch that Haechan has been hauling around since his last year of high school, when he’d won it during a drunken game of beer pong with Lee Taeyong, who was very flustered when he lost and had to actually cough up the couch.

You grin at the memory, pushing your body against the fuzzy blanket that covers the dark leather couch much of the time- Taeyong hadn’t bought the expensive sofa with the intention of it becoming a part-time bed for teenage boys, too lazy to get up after playing video games at all hours.

Haechan has made the stiff, leather couch comfortable with layers of blankets and pillows, and over the years, countless people have worn it down. 

“This couch,” you breathe, leaning your head to the side against the cushion. 

“How high are you?” Johnny laughs, his hand moving to find your foot, where he runs a finger along your heel. The brief contact causes you to jolt yourself away from the mischievous man, who had rolled into your life around the same time Haechan and Jaehyun had, in tenth grade.

The four of you had all been sent to some preppy teenager summer camp. Jaehyun, Haechan, and Johnny had all bonded immediately, and the three were easygoing enough to welcome you wholeheartedly into the festivities of newfound friendship.

What had started off as a ‘year abroad’ for the man from Chicago had turned into him moving to Korea full time, and the four of you have been inseparable ever since, even going to the same university now. 

“For real,” Johnny says gruffly, grabbing your foot to pull it back into his lap before running a ring-clad hand through his tousled locks. “What are you thinking about?”

“Something stupid,” you sigh, cocking your head and studying him. “You?”

Your friend shrugs, flashing you a grin that you’ve come to love so much. “Something stupid.”

“You two really need to work on your social skills,” Haechan sighs, having caught the tail end of your brief interaction.

He collapses on the couch, and you quickly pull your legs to your chest in an effort not to get crushed during Haechan’s process of forcing himself between you and Johnny.

The youngest of your three male friends has a red cup in each hand, and he holds them out expectantly.

“Who needs social skills when we have you and Jaehyun?” you smile, accepting one of the drinks and taking a sip- only to scrunch your face up in disgust. “What is in this?”

Haechan shrugs, leaning back against the couch with a lazy grin. “I confiscated it from Doyoung” 

“No wonder it tastes so bad-” You hold the cup out to Haechan, and he reluctantly accepts it. “Doyoung makes the most stupid yet strong drinks of all of us. Someone really needs to teach him how to actually make a cocktail.”

“He has to find the energy to deal with us crazies somehow,” Johnny chuckles, sniffing his own cup and swirling the contents inside before taking a test sip. 

“Speaking of crazies,” you stretch your arms over your head, looking out at the room, “where’s Jaehyun?”

“Haven’t seen him in a while,” Haechan says, arms finding the back of the couch while he looks around, the cup held by long fingers now resting just by your shoulder.

“Didn’t he go off with that pretty girl in the glitter shirt?” Johnny asks.

“Maybe.” Haechan cocks his head, eyes narrowing. “Was she his ‘go to’ tonight?”

“Must be,” Johnny responds quickly. “He didn’t invite the other one.”

You sigh, finding the whole thing to be a little crazy.

Being best friends with three dudes has a lot of positives- but listening to them detail their fuck schedules and fuck buddies is not one of them. 

“Stop being so grumpy.” Haechan shoves you, and you realize you’ve been wearing your feelings on your sleeve for everyone to see. 

“I’m not being grumpy,” you insist, but you can’t wipe the expression of distaste from your face.

“You are. You hate Jaehyun and his fuck buddies.”

“I just- I just don’t get why the three of you are so into hookup culture,” you sigh. “I mean- what's the point?”

“The point is getting your dick wet, Squeak,” Johnny chuckles, and the nickname makes your skin heat.

They’ve tried a number of pet names for you over the years, but Pip Squeak has been the only one that’s truly stuck- and it’s no wonder. It’s completely fitting. You stick out like a tiny little nugget next to your three male friends. 

“She doesn’t need to get her dick wet,” Haechan rolls his eyes, a mischievous grin breaking onto his face a moment later. “She’s already as wet as can be.”

“Haechan!” You and Johnny both react at the same time, your foot kicking at Haechan’s lap while Johnny shoves him, and the obviously tipsy man simply giggles, taking the physical onslaught with a shit eating smile. 

“Why are we fighting Haechan?” Comes a tired voice, and Jaehyun tosses his body onto the couch, landing half on top of all three of you with his head in your lap.

“Haechan’s being a bad boy,” you respond, fingers finding Jaehyun’s soft, dark hair immediately, a habit you’d picked up years ago.

“Am not!” Haechan insists. “Tell me I'm wrong.”

You sigh loudly, rolling your eyes while Johnny chuckles.

“I’m missing something,” Jaehyun says from your lap, looking up at you with those pretty eyes of his, “tell me?” 

“All I said was that Y/N doesn't need to look for fuck buddies to get her dick wet because she’s already wet as shit,” Haechan states factually, which, to be fair, is a complete recount of what he’d said.

“And you know this for a fact?” Jaehyun teases, looking at his friend with an expression of smug disbelief.

“Well-” Haechan visibly shrinks, his shoulders slumping, his skin brightening with pretty pinks. “I mean-”

“For a moment there, I thought I'd missed a massive milestone in you guys' friendship,” Jaehyun says, letting out a sigh of relief as he gets comfortable in your lap again. He turns onto his side so he can nuzzle his face against your thighs, which he’s declared countless times to be the best pillows in the whole universe. “If the two of you started hooking up, I think the world would have to end.”

“It wouldn’t be that crazy,” Haechan fires back immediately, and his ears turn an even brighter red.

“It would be crazy that out of the three of us, she’d choose you,” Johnny says smoothly.

Haechan holds up a hand as if he’s going to hit his friend, and Johnny stiffens in his seat, his carefree expression turning stern in an instant. “It’s my birthday we’re celebrating right now,” he reminds his younger friend. “Show some respect.”

Haechan groans but lets his hand fall to his lap again. 

You’ve never met a trio of guys so centered around their birthdays.

These three are constantly utilizing their positions, whether it’s by Johnny expecting respect as the ‘oldest’, or Haechan playing baby.

“I think she’d choose me,” Jaehyun says in an almost wistful manner from your lap, turning to look up at you so he can reach a hand to play with your hair.

You think it’s interesting to be talking about this, especially since this very question has been on your mind so frequently as of late. It had been on your mind when Johnny first sat down, and now here it is again.

“She’s not choosing you, Jaehyun,” Johnny scoffs. “She hates your hookup culture.”

“My hookup culture?” Jaehyun laughs, lifting his head so he’s able to look at Johnny by his feet. “Says you!”

“How did I ever become friends with three man sluts?” you sigh teasingly, shaking your head at your constant companions, who erupt into chaos. 

“You love us,” Johnny insists, while Jaehyun defends his behaviour, and Haechan pretends to look scandalized at the notion of being a ‘man slut’. 

The bickering subsides when Doyoung’s voice bellows “Haechan!” from somewhere else in the house, and your foursome dissipates quickly thereafter.

You find your way to Jungwoo, who is trying his best to be helpful in the kitchen as the festivities wind down.

It’s just the core group of friends left in the mock frat house now, and before you know it, everyone is in the kitchen. Conversation is easy, and another hour ticks by before Doyoung finally pushes off from where he’s standing by a wall to announce he’s heading home. 

There’s a brief discussion over cars and who is sober enough to drive, and once his friends are accounted for, Doyoung turns to you. “Do you need a ride home?”

“She’s staying here,” Haechan says before you can answer, his arms wrapping around you tightly. It’s not uncommon for you to sleep over at the ‘mojo dojo casa man house’, as Haechan had dubbed it when they moved in. In fact, last year, you’d spent pretty much the entire summer here before the university term had started up again.

“As always,” Doyoung sighs as he puts his shoes on by the door, eyes assessing you and your three best friends. “Be careful with her.”

It’s a lasting joke in the friend group that everyone is waiting for Haechan to accidentally sit on you and break you- or maybe for Johnny to hug you a little too hard one day- 

“No promises,” Haechan grins happily, tightening his embrace around you until it borders on being painful. 

You can’t stand him sometimes.

You love him so much.

“Call me if they’re too demanding and you need an escape,” Doyoung warns you, earning some irritated sounds from your friends, who are eager to have you to themselves.

“She’s ours,” Jaehyun insists, arms wrapping around you so you’re now sandwiched between him and Haechan. 

Doyoung rolls his eyes as the final person in your group slides up against your back, resting his chin on top of your head. “We’ll take care of her,” Johnny promises.

You’re truly trapped now. 

The moment the door is closed behind Doyoung, sealing you in with your best friends, Jaehyun and Haechan jump into action. The younger of the two grabs your arm, dragging you towards the living room, while Jaehyun mirrors the motion on your opposite side, in the direction of the kitchen. 

Johnny tightens his grip on your waist, making it clear he’s not intent on moving. 

“What’s the plan?” The man behind you asks.

“Movie,” Haechan states.

“More drinks first,” Jaehyun insists.

“What do you think, Squeak?” Johnny’s fingers press gently into the skin of your hips, and you can feel the warmth of him through your thin shirt, his heart beating steadily at your back. 

You hate it when he makes you choose between activities. Why do you always have to be the Haechan and Jaehyun tie breaker? 

“I don’t care.”

“Movies,” Haechan states again, pulling on your arm.

Jaehyun tugs your other side. “Drinks first.” 

Johnny sighs. “I’ll go choose a movie with Haechan, and you two can make us drinks. But make it something good, okay? I need to get the Doyoung mix taste out of my mouth.”

“No promises,” Jaehyun grins, pulling you away from Haechan successfully this time.

Johnny catches your eye, and you laugh, a silent agreement to do your best to keep Jaehyun under control in the booze department. 

“You,” Jaehyun grabs at your waist when you reach the kitchen, “go here.” He lifts you up and sets you onto the countertop. “And I’ll make the drinks.” He smiles up at you, and you laugh at how cute he gets when he’s tipsy.

“Did you really need me to come help you then?”

“It’s really helpful for you to sit there and tell me I'm the best bartender in the house.”

“Like that’s a hard title to win,” you roll your eyes.

Haechan can’t cook (or do anything of the sort) to save his life, and Johnny- well, Johnny has a taste for cheap beer, which disqualifies him immediately from the race. 

You have to admit, Jaehyun moves like a professional. He glides from cupboard to counter, grabbing glasses and setting them up next to you. You watch the way his body moves, muscles visible with each motion, and when he shakes one of the drinks, you have to tear your eyes from his biceps.

He might be the leanest of your three friends, but he’s still much taller than you, and most women, for that matter. 

You’re so busy watching Jaehyun’s back that you don’t realize he’s paused his fluid motions. He turns, and you see he’s put an apron on- the one that says ‘kiss the chef’. Jungwoo had bought it for Johnny for Secret Santa one year in an effort to get Johnny to agree to barbecue more often. 

You cock a brow at your best friend as he slips between your legs, hands finding the counter on either side of your hips. “So?” He grins. “You gonna kiss the chef or what?”

You laugh. “Not sure you even qualify as a chef when you just said you’re a bartender.” But you grab his chin all the same, forcing Jaehyun to the side so you can plant your lips on his cheek. 

Jaehyun’s smiling when you let him go, appearing satisfied, and he returns to his drink making.

Within minutes, he has all four orders ready to go, and he carries a tray to the living room with you in tow. 

As Jaehyun sets the tray down, Haechan quickly reads the apron, stands, and sighs. “Well, if you insist.” He grabs Jaehyun and presses his lips to his cheek, much like you had.

Jaehyun recoils with disgust, shoving Haechan, only to be attacked on the other side by Johnny, who manages to get a kiss placed right below Jaehyun’s ear that has him shivering and jumping back, hiding behind you. “Save me, Squeak!” 

“You wore the apron!” Haechan laughs, and you know he leaps at any opportunity to terrorize his friends. 

“Just drink your drinks,” Jaehyun groans, taking off the piece of fabric that had just cost him another 2 of his 9 Jaehyun Cat Lives- you’ve seen him receive a sneak attack kiss from at least Jungwoo, and you’re pretty sure Taeyong as well, so you wonder how many Jaehyun Cat Lives are even left. 

“Remember when I sat next to you earlier?” Johnny says in your ear, arms wrapping around you as he pulls you down onto the couch. “And asked you what you were thinking?”

“Something stupid.”

“Yeah.” Johnny lets you get seated next to him, but he keeps an arm around you, eyes briefly moving to Jaehyun and Haechan, who are bickering about the movie on the other side of the couch. “I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.”

You laugh.

The man from Chicago grins, but there’s something serious in his eyes. “I’ll go first if you want.” His voice is softer this time, and the tone of the discussion has shifted entirely. 

“Johnny-”

“I was thinking about how good you look tonight.”

“Johnny-” Your voice is something near a whimper. You’re shocked and left speechless at the turn of events that have just been orchestrated by your best friend. He’s told you how pretty you are before, but there’s something about the way he’s saying it now- it’s different.

“Your turn,” he says, one large hand finding your thigh, smoothing up and down the denim that covers you from him. “What were you thinking about?”

You can’t tell him that you were thinking about him, Haechan and Jaehyun- that you were trying, for the billionth time, to decide which of the three you prefer the most- because if you were going to potentially ruin things with the other two, you want to know you are doing it with the right one-

But no matter how many times you’ve run it through your brain, you’ve come up empty-handed. Unable to choose. 

How do you say that to him?

“What are you two talking about?” Jaehyun’s voice is your saving grace, and he puts the drink he’d made for you into your hands. “She looks like she’s seen a ghost.”

“I just told her what we were all thinking,” Johnny shrugs.

“Liar. I was not thinking,” Haechan states, turning to look at you as he takes a deep breath. “What wasn’t I thinking?”

“That she looks good tonight,” Johnny says. 

However, when Johnny says it, he says it in a tone that’s friendly. 

He doesn’t say it as he had a few seconds ago, with a voice that was low and seductive. 

You can’t believe him.

“It is a nice outfit,” Jaehyun agrees lightheartedly, leaning back against the couch and propping his feet up on the coffee table in front of you.

“Okay, but hear me out.” Haechan sits up in his seat, his hands hovering as if he’s going to say something profound- “I always thought-” a pause, taken to ponder, big eyes blinking, “outfits like that are meant to be ripped off in like, an hour? Two hours- tops. How are you still wearing that?”

You all groan, but Johnny’s grip around you tightens. “He does have a point,” Johnny says. “Do you want to change into a hoodie and some sweatpants?”

You roll your eyes. “Are we all going to ignore the fact that he practically said I look like-”

“A pretty little whore,” Jaehyun interrupts you with a grin, his dimples perky amidst his alcohol blushed cheeks. “It’s okay, you look like that a lot of the time.” 

You stare at Jaehyun with shock for a moment, and then you look at Johnny, confidence flooding through your body. If they’re going to call you a pretty little whore, and touch your thighs, and be like this- well, you can play too.

“The stupid thing I was thinking about earlier was who out of the three of you I want to fuck the most, or at least, who I’d risk it all for.”

Johnny meets your gaze with an intense look of his own, and he licks his lips. “Go on,” he prompts, voice hoarse and sexy. “Who’d you pick?”

“I wasn’t able to pick. I never am,” you respond, turning sideways in your corner section of the couch, facing your body towards the three insanely handsome men you call best friends. 

Haechan is looking at you with wide eyes, jaw dropped, and Jaehyun is sitting perfectly still, and Johnny is meeting your gaze straight on, with an intensity unlike anything you’ve ever seen.

You swallow thickly. “Do you guys want to hear a dirty little secret?”

Johnny’s hand squeezes your thigh, and it’s Haechan who mumbles a whiny, “Yes.”

“Since I’m never able to pick-” you reach out, tracing a finger across Johnny’s collarbone, still hidden by his shirt, “I usually just end up imagining all three of you, and end up even more confused than when I started.”

“Well,” Johnny grabs you by the waist and easily pulls you to be straddling his lap. Dark eyes gaze up into yours. “I think we can help you figure it out.”

He leans in, and just as he’s about to kiss you, you tilt your head, his lips making contact with your cheek.

Johnny groans, fingers digging into your hips, and you laugh. “Come on, you know I can’t just risk all our friendships like this-”

“Why not?” Jaehyun moves closer, a hand reaching up to grab the back of your head, forcing you to look at him.

“Because what if I like all three of you the same?” you ask, looking past Jaehyun’s shoulder at Haechan, who is seated farthest from you on the couch, and is now being all but blocked out. 

“Then you like all three of us,” Johnny says, his hands applying pressure to your hips, forcing you down so you can feel how hard he is against your core. Even with both your pants in the way, you can tell he’s turned on, and it only makes you wetter. You stop a groan just as it’s about to escape your lips.

“I told you,” you breathe as Jaehyun releases his hold on your neck so you can look at the man under you again, “I’m not into your hookup culture.”

“This isn’t just going to be a hookup, and we all know it,” Johnny tells you, leaning up to have access to you again, only for you to turn your cheek at the last moment, repeating your behaviour from before. 

“Have any of you even had a foursome?” you question, and you’re pretty sure the answer is no. If they had, you’re sure you would have heard about it. 

“No, but it won’t be much different from a threesome,” Jaehyun muses, his fingers dancing up and down your arm, eyes taking in your form with a glimmer of darkness that you identify as lust.

He’s never looked at you like this before... at least, not that you’ve noticed.

“Says the guy literally excluding dude number three,” you laugh, meeting Haechan’s dumbstruck gaze again. “What do you think, Hyuck?”

“I think-” the youngest man coughs, clearing his throat. “I think we should take this to the bedroom where there’s more space.”

“Good idea.” Johnny stands abruptly, and you grab his shoulders to steady yourself, his hands slipping down to your ass, effectively holding you up while you cling to his front like a koala bear. 

“Hey!” You turn to nip at Johnny’s ear gently with your teeth, the biggest scolding you can do in this position. “I haven’t even said yes yet.”

“Sure you haven't,” Johnny breathes, continuing through the house towards the bedrooms. 

Jaehyun and Haechan are following close behind, and they walk shoulder to shoulder. You let your eyes take in their differences. There’s Haechan with his mischievous expressions and all black aesthetic- then there’s Jaehyun, looking as ethereal and statuesque as always. 

“You guys really think this won’t ruin anything?” you ask, letting your anxieties truly show as Johnny steps over the threshold into his room.

“How could it ruin anything?” Johnny retorts, placing you onto his bed before straightening to look down at you.

“It could ruin everything,” you frown. “What if one of you gets jealous-”

“Jaehyun?” 

“Yes, Johnny?”

“Are you going to get jealous if I fuck her brains out?”

“No.” A pause, then; “Hey, Haechan, are you going to get jealous?”

“Nope.”

“See?” Johnny grins down at you, and you groan, grabbing one of his pillows and covering your face with it. 

“You’re not getting it-” you whine, removing the pillow after a moment. 

“Then explain why you’re so worried.” Johnny reaches down and grabs one of your socks, pulling it off your foot even as you try to kick him away- he’s always going after your ticklish spots and you are not interested in him being a freaking tickle sadist right now. 

“I’m worried, because you say it’s not going to be a hookup, but then you also say that you can all apparently promise not to catch feels and get jealous-”

“Who promised not to catch feels?” Now it’s Jaehyun snatching at your foot to remove your second sock, and you’re left kicking at the three men at the end of the bed with bare feet. 

“Our little Pip Squeak doesn’t get it,” Johnny tuts with a grin. “Haechan, explain things to her.”

Your gaze moves to the youngest man in the room. He’s off center, on Jaehyun’s right side, and he’s watching you with an oddly pure expression. 

Haechan rubs the back of his neck, cocking his head at you. “You’re not the only one who’s thought about all this stuff,” he says. “The three of us- we’ve talked about this sort of thing happening-”

“You have?” you ask in shock, this being the first time you’ve ever heard of this.

“Of course we have Squeak,” Jaehyun says, using your distracted state to grab at you, striking faster than a snake, and getting your ankle in a harsh grip that he uses to drag you down the bed towards them.

“And we all agreed,” Johnny explains, “that whoever you choose, the other two won't get upset.”

“And now that we know you want all of us-” Jaehyun has dragged you all the way to the foot of the bed, and he releases your ankle in favour of latching onto the rolled cuff of your jeans, tugging gently. “What’s there to be upset about?”

“Besides,” Johnny lets out a small chuckle, “Haechan’s already been telling girls who hit on him at bars that he’s dating you so they back off. He’s a little more committed to you than Jaehyun or I can afford to be without knowing you return the feelings.”

Your eyes shift to Haechan again, and you notice how the redness has returned to his ears. He’s looking down at the floor, and your heart swells with emotion.

You look between your best friends, “So you three-” 

“Have been hopelessly in love with you for years, Squeak.” Johnny finishes for you. “So let us take care of you. And don't be worried about the consequences. There are none.”

“Are you sure about that?” You cock a brow. “I think if Doyoung finds out about this, he might have a heart attack.”

“Like I said, only good outcomes,” Johnny chuckles, then he holds out a hand for you. “Come here.” You reach for him, and Johnny easily pulls you to your feet, bringing you close until you’re chest to chest. “Let us help you learn not to worry so much, hmm?”

One of his hands comes to cup your face, thumb brushing across your cheekbone lovingly. Johnny looks down at you with dark eyes that have stars in them, and you let out a breath you hadn’t known you’d been holding. 

You trust Johnny, and you trust Jaehyun, and Haechan. 

With one final ‘please, Lord Jesus or whoever is up in the sky- please let this not end badly,’ you feel a surge of adrenaline run through you, and it gives you the courage to lurch onto your tiptoes, throw your arms around the back of Johnny’s neck. You press your lips to his for the very first time, and it’s as if a wave of electricity runs through your entire body.

Johnny’s hands immediately slip down to your waist, and he tugs you closer, kissing you back. He captures your lower lip between his own, suckling on it for a moment before letting his teeth drag against you, earning a small sound that rises out of your chest before you can even stop it.

Johnny grins against your lips briefly before kissing you harder, prompting you to open your mouth and allow his tongue to glide across your teeth. His hand slips down from your waist to your ass, giving you a delicious squeeze-

And then two new hands are grabbing your hips, forcibly making you turn, taking Johnny with you. Someone presses against your back, and it’s easy for you to guess who it is. 

Jaehyun’s fingers dig into your hips, pulling your lower body away from Johnny and back towards the new man behind you. Jaehyun grinds against you, his lips finding your neck and sending a shiver through your body at the new, unexpected contact. 

You find yourself reaching behind you, finding Jaehyun’s hair and lacing your fingers through it, tugging gently and earning a groan that reverberates against your throat. 

Jaehyun’s teeth graze your jugular and Johnny breaks your kiss in favour of going at the other side of your neck, one of his hands grabbing at your jaw and pushing up, giving both men more space as they suck little love bites into your skin. 

Now that your mouth isn’t covered with Johnny’s, your sounds slip out unhindered, little whimpers of delight that earn growls of interest from the men all but claiming your throat - your very breath - as theirs. 

Then you remember the youngest man missing from this equation, and his name tumbles from your lips. “Haechan-”

Johnny's knuckles darkly against your throat, and then he adjusts the grip, still pushing at your chin, so he can insert two fingers into your mouth. “You think you’re funny, don’t you?” Johnny asks, nipping at your earlobe. “Saying Haechan’s name while Jaehyun and I worship you like this.”

You moan around his fingers, blindly grabbing at Johnny’s belt to drag him closer. 

“You want him first, don’t you, Squeak?” Jaehyun hisses against your neck. “You always care about your baby boy first, isn’t that right?” He pulls his face away from your skin, and a moment later, his fingers are wrapping around your throat, squeezing. 

You moan around Johnny’s fingers, and he removes them from your mouth, both men giving you enough space to answer them.

“Yes,” you gasp, pushing your ass back against Jaehyun, “Haechan deserves it.”

Fingers squeeze your neck again, and Jaehyun’s lips brush by your ear when he asks, “And we don’t?”

You let out a groan when Johnny pushes his leg between your thighs, and it’s the first real contact on your core, sending shivers of pleasure through your body. “You two stole my socks.”

The men caging you in begin to laugh, and if you weren’t so distracted by their hands on you- their massive bodies locking you in between them- you might have laughed as well, but the most you can do is latch onto Johnny’s shoulders when he pushes his thigh up against you harder. 

“Fine,” Johnny says, voice low. His hand comes to cup your face, and you open your eyes to look up at him. “You can have Haechan first. But if you were anyone else- I’d make him wait.”

“Let's make him wait,” Jaehyun suggests behind you, and a moment later, he’s latching his lips onto your neck again, finding your sweet spot and exploiting it for the pretty gasps that immediately leave you.

“So you’re going to say no to her?” Johnny laughs, rubbing his nose against yours gently before kissing you with the same softness.

Behind you, Jaehyun groans, and you know he’s been defeated.

“How are we going to do this?” Jaehyun asks, and you realize nearly immediately that he’s not talking to you.

Johnny stops kissing you to consider it for a moment, even turning to look at the bed. Then he says, “Haechan sitting against the headboard, Squeak on his lap, you can be behind.”

“And you?” You grab the front of Johnny’s shirt, looking up at him with wide eyes.

“I’ll wait,” he assures you. “Someone has to tell these two which positions are going to work.”

“I know positions,” Jaehyun mutters behind you, making both you and Johnny laugh.

Jaehyun must not like being laughed at, because his hands grab your hips and he roughly turns you to face him, looking down at you with a dark gaze. “You think this is funny?” He grabs your face, nearly shaking with what looks to be repressed emotion, and all your laughter dies in your throat. “You have no idea how long we’ve-” he groans, unable to finish his sentence. 

“Then show me.”

He grabs your face with both hands, smashing his lips to yours.

If Johnny had been eager but collected, Jaehyun is the opposite side of the same coin, eager and extremely enthusiastic, his tongue clashing against yours immediately. His thumb presses against your cheekbone as he kisses you, and then his hands disappear for a moment, only for your shirt to be torn off your body.

Jaehyun’s lips move to your neck, and you let out a gasp, fingers threading in his hair while his mouth begins its descent.  His lips press sloppy kisses to your collarbones and then the swell of your breasts, one of his large hands splaying across the small of your back-

He grabs at the latch of your bra, and you whimper, body tingling with anticipation-

While Jaehyun undoes the clasp, a new set of hands finds your shoulders, pushing the straps of your bra down gently. Lips press butterfly kisses against the nape of your neck and your shoulders, a stark contrast to Jaehyun, who successfully gets your bra off and moves his attention to your breasts. 

“Fuck-” Jaehyun groans, cupping your left boob in his hand and kneading it while his tongue darts out to tease your other nipple- then he’s grabbing at your legs, lifting you up while the man behind you gets out of the way, allowing Jaehyun to toss you onto the bed, his body landing on top of yours. 

Jaehyun’s mouth continues its downward trajectory, and then his fingers are finding the waistband of your jeans, tugging roughly- only to allow the denim to fall back to your skin. Jaehyun looks up at you and you gnaw at your lower lip, your own hands moving to undo the button, then the zipper- and when you lift your hips, Jaehyun immediately follows through and helps you pull your jeans off. 

“You’re in for it now,” Johnny chuckles darkly, and your gaze shifts to the man from Chicago, who has moved to sit in his gaming chair and is facing the bed with an amused expression on his face. 

You don’t have to ask what Johnny is talking about.

It’s a running joke amongst your male friends that Jaehyun loves giving oral- it’s one of the things you’ve spent a lot of time fantasizing about, and now that he’s between your legs, he definitely delivers.

Jaehyun pushes your thighs up to your chest, letting out a soft groan when he brings his mouth to your panty-covered core. He places an open-mouthed kiss on your entrance, tongue pressing against the fabric of your underwear and making your legs twitch.

“Are you seriously going to tease her while we’re standing here waiting?” Haechan groans next to you, and you have to admit, you agree with his exasperated tone.

“I'm not forcing you to stand there and watch,” Jaehyun responds quickly, fingers hooking in your panties. When he pulls the fabric to the side, his breath fanning over your heated core. A shiver runs across your body, and your hands instinctively reach for his hair. 

“Jaehyun-” you whimper, voice betraying your need.

Your friend looks up at you with mischievous eyes and a grin, then he brings his face to your heat, dragging his tongue across your entrance teasingly. His hands adjust your legs, pushing them up against your chest harder, spreading you open as he places his entire mouth onto you, tongue pushing into your wet hole.

Your fingers tug at his hair, and you gasp, back arching. It feels like little shocks of happiness are scattering across your skin. 

The bed dips next to you, and then a familiar hand covers your breast, thumb brushing over your pebbled nipple, earning another sound of pleasure from deep within you. 

Haechan looks down at you, eyes full of focus, and your heart lurches in your chest. You grab your youngest lover boy, pulling him to your lips.

He’s surprised at first, but it only takes a moment for Haechan to start kissing you back, his body shifting as he shuffles closer, leaning half over you so he can kiss you harder while his fingers pinch at your nipple. 

Everything feels so good- you don’t even know where to focus. Being touched by two of your best friends while the third watches is unlike anything you’ve ever experienced. There’s something building inside of you, call it lust or love- regardless, it’s undeniable, and to make matters worse, it’s all-consuming too. 

Jaehyun sucks at your clit, and you shiver, legs closing around his head as a sudden orgasm erupts through your body. You grab at Haechan’s shoulders, moaning desperately into his mouth while Jaehyun continues to lick and slurp at your entrance. Then, a moment later, two of his fingers push into you, and you think this must be the most wonderful feeling your body has ever felt.

Jaehyun’s digits curl up, and you can hear your pussy squelching even over the gasps and whimpers that are escaping you.

Haechan’s moved his kisses to your neck, and your noises of pleasure fill the space, but you can’t bring yourself to care.

Jaehyun lets up when your legs truly begin to shake, and when he pulls away, your feet fall flat on the mattress, knees closing.

Haechan’s still working on your neck, one hand worshiping your breast, but after a moment, the hand begins to move downward. He drags his palm along the outside of your leg, up to your knee, then he applies a bit of pressure, prompting your thighs to open. 

Haechan adjusts above you, moving between your legs slowly. He gives you time to push him away, but the moment he’s pressing down against your core, your thighs tighten around his waist. 

“Haechan?” You blink up at him.

“Yeah?” His voice is shaky, as if he’s as confused about this turn of events as you are.

You push at his shoulders, and Haechan lets up, allowing you to roll, switching positions so you’re now on top of him. Your friend’s hands find your hips, and you grab at his shirt, prompting him to sit up so he can remove it easily. 

His lips find your breasts the moment he discards the fabric, and his fingers splay across your back, keeping you close while he moves his kisses up to your neck. He reaches your lips moments later, and you push on his shoulders, causing you both to fall back onto the bed, your hands pressed to his chest, which flexes beneath you. 

You roll your hips, and you can feel Haechan’s cock pressing up against his jeans. You avoid the obnoxious buckle on the belt that he’d found thrifting last December, you’d always known there was a reason you hated it, but have never been able to put your finger on it- now, you realize it’s because it makes Haechan’s crotch about as inviting as a chastity belt. 

“Off,” you mumble against your friend’s lips, reaching a hand between your bodies to tug at the belt buckle before releasing it. Haechan had the audacity to put the damned thing on, he can remove it too.

Large hands fumble, metal brushes your exposed abdomen and makes you shiver, Haechan kisses you deeper in response, managing to get the belt off with one hand while the other returns to cup your face. He’s pulling the leather band completely out of the rings of his pants and throwing it to the side a moment later, and as soon as it’s gone, your hands return to the waistband of his jeans. 

The two of you make quick work of undressing him, and before you know it, he’s bare in front of you, and you’re practically drooling at how big he is.

You lick your lips, kissing Haechan quickly, then begin your descent. He shivers when you kiss his abdomen, and your fingers wrap around his cock a moment later, earning another hiss, as well as a hand in your hair.

Haechan looks down at you and you meet his eyes, bringing your mouth to the head of his cock and kitten licking. The gorgeous man lets out a strangled gasp, throwing his head back into the pillows, hips lifting off the bed, and he releases his hold on your hair to grip the bed sheets. You humour the needy man, sinking your mouth onto his length, taking as much of him as you can.

A hand lands on your ass, surprising you and making you jolt, which sends Haechan into the back of your throat. You gag, pulling away from Haechan while your hand continues to pump him, and you look over your shoulder at Jaehyun. 

“I know you said you wanted him first.” The pretty man grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling you up and away from Haechan so your back is now to Jaehyun’s chest. He runs his tongue from your shoulder up to your ear, and you shiver at the cool stripe it leaves in its wake. “But what if I fuck you while you suck him off? There’s no reason you can’t take us both, hmm?”

You gnaw on your lower lip, nodding eagerly, and Jaehyun releases a deep chuckle of amusement. He lets you go, shoving your back down roughly, and you eagerly return to your task, mouth wrapping around Haechan once more.

You feel Jaehyun rip your panties at the waist, and you can’t bring yourself to care; taking them off completely would have required you to adjust positions, and it would have taken way too long. 

One of Jaehyun’s hands lands on the small of your back, and it glides down your spine while you feel him lining up with your entrance. He coats himself in your slick first, rutting against you but not pushing inside, and you groan around Haechan, toes curling with anticipation.

Jaehyun chuckles behind you, and then he thrusts into you all at once, both hands moving to grip your hips. “Try not to choke, sweetheart,” Jaehyun warns, and you just know he’s grinning like the complete asshole that he is-

His first thrust sends you forward suddenly, and you nearly gag, groaning at how quickly he’d almost made you fail his warning. You pull your mouth off of Haechan, fist pumping up and down his length while you suckle on the head, finding this less risky with Jaehyun behind you and at full energy. 

Haechan doesn’t seem to mind the change, and one of his hands comes down to cover yours, applying pressure that tells you to squeeze him harder. You follow through, and the man below you lets out a groan. 

The sound of praise goes straight to your core, and you feel yourself tighten around Jaehyun, who reacts with a laugh, then smacks you across your ass just enough to sting.

You whimper, a little shocked at just how much you’re enjoying Jaehyun being rough with you. An orgasm is building in the pit of your stomach, and you rest your head on Haechan’s thigh, eyes closing, allowing yourself to enjoy the feeling of Jaehyun fucking you silly with even more intensity. 

“She feels so good,” Jaehyun groans, and you whimper in response, adoring how he’s ignoring you and talking about you to the others like this.

“Don’t rub it in,” Johnny’s deep voice sends a tingle rushing through your entire being, you’d almost forgotten he was there.

Jaehyun simply laughs, and his hips rut into you faster and harder- you’d thought he’d be losing energy by now, not fucking you even better-

“Gonna cum for me, Squeak?” Jaehyun grabs your hair, and he hauls you up to his chest for the second time tonight. His hand moves to your throat to keep you where he wants you, and his strong forearm is like a security bar holding you up where it presses across your chest, allowing his other hand to grasp your breast roughly. 

You can’t respond, but you manage a nod, and Jaehyun’s amused laugh at the motion sends you over the edge. You throw your head back onto Jaehyun’s shoulder, pulse thumping loudly in your head from the way he’s cutting off your oxygen with the hand still on your throat.

You can feel him everywhere. 

Your fingers latch onto his wrist, not to pull him away, but to anchor yourself as waves of pleasure wash over your entire body. Jaehyun is steady behind you, and he works you through your orgasm with a pace that turns erratic as his own high becomes nearly too much for him to bear.

When he finally slows down, releasing your neck, you take a strangled breath. You feel a soft kiss to your shoulder, and then the roughness returns, with Jaehyun pushing you onto Haechan’s chest.

The maknae catches you, holding you close while you try to find your breath. But when you shift, and feel Haechan’s cock twitch with interest where it’s pressed between your bodies, you’re determined to pull yourself together and fuck all three of your friends. You can’t stop now.

Your hand forms a fist, and you push yourself up, looking down at Haechan. Then you lift your hips, grabbing your friend’s cock to guide him to your entrance. You sit down just as Haechan’s hands find your waist, a wide-eyed look on his face. 

He's big. Considering the fact that Haechan is the shortest of your three friends, you’re shocked at how thick he is. 

And with you sitting on top, he fills you completely

Your wet core flutters around the new intrusion, and you curse yourself for ever having thought prep with Jaehyun - who to be fair, had felt to be quite well endowed himself - would prepare you for Hyuck, who is spreading you open deliciously.

You press your palms flat to Haechan’s chest, and you lift yourself a few inches before sinking back onto his length, a whimper leaving your lips as your body adjusts. He feels so good splitting you open like this-

Haechan’s fingers press into your hips, lifting you slightly, only to slam you back down onto his cock, and you nearly wail from pleasure. He adjusts his feet on the bed behind you so he can thrust up into you better, and you find yourself becoming practically a rag doll for your friend below you, who manhandles you despite your top position. 

You don’t care that Haechan’s taken the power from you. Your mind goes blank, unable to think about anything other than how good he feels-

“Sit up and move to the headboard so you can lean against it.” Johnny’s voice interrupts your pleasure haze, and your eyes open when Haechan moves, following through with the instruction and dragging you with him. 

“Now you, Squeak,” a hand brushes by your shoulders, and you shiver, “turn around. Face away from Haechan for me.”

You do as you’re told, and two pairs of hands help you. They even ensure you sit back on Haechan’s cock, and he groans. You feel him press against your back, his hand snaking around your front to play with your clit, lips finding your shoulder.

Haechan’s legs are spread ever so slightly, and Johnny is kneeling there in front of you. 

In this position, it’s almost hard to look up at Johnny, and your hands press down into the bed, arms straight and holding you above Haechan’s knees while you grind back against him in something like reverse cowgirl.

The good thing is, you don’t have to look up at Johnny, and your eyes immediately lock on your target. Your hands move to undo Johnny’s pants- only for Haechan to push into you, making your balance falter, almost causing you to fall flat on your face- but you catch yourself at the last moment. 

Johnny laughs above you. “Our little chew toy,” he says fondly, beginning to undo his belt. “I'd love to hear you squeak, but I need your mouth for other things.”

He pushes his pants down, revealing the largest cock of all three of your friends. You’re practically drooling now, your core tightening around Haechan, who is still gently fucking up into you. 

Johnny guides himself to your lips, and you eagerly accept him, whimpering with delight when his hand finds your hair. He’s going to facefuck you while Haechan thrusts into you from behind in the reverse cowgirl Eiffel Tower hybrid position you’ve found yourself in, and you know it’s going to be absolutely delightful. 

You give yourself up completely to Johnny and Haechan, their little chew toy, and your whole body floods with pleasure from them using you. 

You hollow your cheeks around Johnny, and he fucks your mouth harder, cock hitting the back of your throat.

“Fuck!” Haechan groans loudly behind you. “She gets to fucking tight when you do that-”

“Then I'll do it again,” Johnny says simply from above you, and he continues to fuck your face, making sure to press into your throat a second time. 

Haechan moans even louder, fingers digging into your waist, confirmation that choking onJohnny’s cock makes your pussy squeeze like a vice grip.

He continues to fuck your face and you get lost in the sensation. Usually sucking cock isnt your favourite thing in the world, but in this position, time seems to slip away from you. 

“Can you just cum already?!” Johnny says, and you know by his tone that he’s speaking to the man behind you.

“No, you cum! I’m not cumming in this position!” Haechan argues back.

“The fuck you aren't!”

“I’m not,” Haechan says, voice something near a growl.

Johnny groans a moment later. “Guess it’s my turn,” He mutters, pulling out of your mouth suddenly.

You look up at him with teary eyes as he pumps his cock-

“Don’t cum on her, or in her mouth!” Haechan commands from behind you.

Three “what!?”’s ring through the room, one coming from yourself, but with another massive groan, Johnny follows through with even this ridiculous command, and Jaehyun tosses him a shirt in record time to use in lieu of your body. You all look at the fabric, realizing it’s Haechan’s- and Johnny explodes into his friend’s shirt with a laugh.

Haechan groans loudly, lifting you off of his cock and tossing you onto the bed next to him. He’s between your legs an instant later, pushing back into you as he captures your mouth with his own.

He fucks you fluidly, with a rhythm that’s just the right speed, and he fills you so perfectly-

You dig your fingers into Haechan’s shoulders, your orgasm washing over you like waves of warm sunshine. You bury your face against Haechan’s neck, whimpering while Haechan echoes your sounds with groans of his own.

One of his hands is on your hip, and he squeezes you gently there, rhythm faltering, thrusts becoming slower but harder, more intimate. 

You find yourself lacing your fingers in his silky hair, dragging his face from your shoulder so you can kiss him, losing yourself in his lips as your orgasm subsides and Haechan slows down to a standstill. 

Neither of you moves for a few seconds, simply breathing together, feeling each other’s hearts racing through your compressed chests. Then Haechan takes a deep breath and pushes himself off of you. 

“I’m going to the shower,” he announces. 

Johnny groans, following the younger man a moment later, and you’re left with Jaehyun.

Jaehyun has his sweat pants on, and he comes to sit on the end of the bed, fingers brushing against your ankle. You pull your leg away, looking down at him suspiciously. You don’t want to be tickled right now, and you definitely can’t go another round-

“Relax,” Jaehyun says with a laugh, shifting closer. He shows you a wet cloth in his hand. “With Johnny in the shower, there’s no way you’d get any water, and something tells me Haechan’s going to monopolize on space too,” he muses, bringing the warm fabric to the soft flesh of your inner thigh. “Let me take care of you.”

You take a deep breath and rest against the pillows, closing your eyes and spreading your legs for Jaehyun. You let out a whimper when he brushes by your clit, and then his lips press a gentle kiss to your inner knee as if to say ‘sorry’, then he proceeds with more caution. 

“Jaehyun?” 

“Hmm?” He nuzzles his cheek against your knee, finishing his work.

“What you guys said earlier, about being in love with me-”

“You think we didn’t mean it?” He pulls away from you, hands closing your knees. 

You open your eyes, worried you’ve upset him, but then Jaehyun is lying down next to you, covering you both in a blanket and adjusting your body to turn you into his little spoon.

He curls around you, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

Your heart melts for him, especially when his hand slips over your waist, sneaking down to the bed in search of your fingers, which he promptly finds and captures between his own.

“This just feels like a dream,” you sigh, closing your eyes, trying to enjoy being with Jaehyun in this way without overthinking it.

Jaehyun laughs against your shoulder, pressing more kisses onto your skin. “Well, I promise to be here in the morning when you wake up, and the morning after that, and the morning after that-”

You laugh, rolling your eyes at your friend, who nips at your earlobe. You shiver at the contact of his lips on the sensitive shell of your ear. “Where did you learn to be so rough?” you ask. “I knew you had a reputation in bed, but you’re usually a lot more gentle in real life, and that was-”

“Did you like it rough, Squeak?” He squeezes you tightly, lips trailing along your neck. 

“Yeah.” You let out a breathy sound, toes curling when he focuses on the sweet spot below your ear, and you can feel Jaehyun smiling against it a moment later.

“I’ve noticed you have a thing for pain,” Jaehyun says. “Sometimes, when I hug you too tight, you let out these little sounds-” You feel your skin heating, knowing exactly what he’s talking about, and Jaehyun chuckles, squeezing your hand. “And what can I say?” Jaehyun’s teeth graze your shoulder. “I'm nothing if not a giver in bed.” 

Your pussy throbs at his words, and you push your ass back against him.

Jaehyun lets go of your fingers, and then his hand finds your thigh, moving from the outside in, and gliding up to your core. “Let me give you another one?” he asks, kissing your shoulder.

“I can’t believe you two.” Johnny’s voice always seems to shock you, and you think you’ll have to get used to being intimate with one person while two others watch and can jump in at any moment- 

“How was your shower?” Jaehyun asks, his warm body leaving yours in favour of sitting up to stare at the man standing in the doorway. You mirror the motion, pulling Jaehyun’s blanket with you.

“Haechan’s been in there the whole time. He just finished.” Johnny’s eyes move to you. “Come on, Squeak.” 

“I’ll come when you and Johnny are done,” Jaehyun tells you, turning and grabbing your jaw to keep you still while he presses a kiss to your lips. He’s gone much too fast for your liking, letting you go with a grin before collapsing back into the pillows. “Oh-” He says as you crawl from the bed, his hand grabbing the fabric that’s still wrapped around you, “and leave the blanket.”

Johnny laughs, grabbing your hands and pulling you to your feet. The air is cold against your exposed skin, but Johnny is quick to pull you to his warm chest. He turns you so you’re facing away from the door, and then he steps forward, forcing you to move back, step by step, all the way to the bathroom. He does this sort of thing with you frequently, usually when you’re clothed, so you’re used to this wordless behaviour.

You bump into Haechan, literally, as he’s exiting the bathroom, and suddenly it’s two warm bodies pressed against your own. 

Haechan is still wet from the shower, and droplets of cold water land on you, making you squeal.

Both men chuckle, and you begin to giggle, pressing up to Johnny in an effort to escape Haechan from dripping onto you. Your best friend, like the dog he is, deliberately shakes his head out to coat you even more. 

Johnny shoves Haechan before he can get too much splattered on the two of you, and pushes past the younger man. He helps you to the shower first, then kicks off his sweatpants, joining you under the warm water. 

Neither of you says anything, but you’ve been at this comfort level in your friendship for years now, and have often shared pleasant silences in each other’s company. 

Jaehyun keeps his promise and shows up when Johnny leaves. He holds you close to his chest, sharing the warm water with you.

When you exit the shower, Jaehyun hands you a shirt and some boxers, an outfit you’ve worn during many impromptu sleepovers here.

“My bed is biggest,” Jaehyun says as you exit the bathroom, and you laugh, knowing full well that all three men have queen mattresses because they’d gotten them in some weird three-for-one closing sale in your first year of university-

“Jaehyun-” You turn to argue, but your best friend bends down, lifts you up by your thighs, and tosses you over his shoulder. When you say his name this time, it’s a scream, and it makes him laugh. 

It also earns a groan from Johnny’s room, and a moment later, he appears, following the thief. 

Jaehyun tosses you onto his bed, getting under the covers with you and regaining his spot as the big spoon. He tucks you close to his chest, letting out a contented sigh.  

Johnny claims your other side soon after, lying on his back, allowing you to tangle your legs with one of his.

Haechan is last in the room.

He takes one look at you, sees you’re all but monopolized on either side, and in one motion, he flops his body over all three of your tired, and completely unsuspecting forms. 

There’s an immediate commotion and struggle, and you’re too tired to do anything but laugh, closing your eyes and knowing that you’re safe with your three best friends in the entire world.

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🔮 preview.  You may have bitten off a little more than you can chew by being in a four-person coupling with you at the center of it, but you’re not stupid. You’re never going to forgo ultimate pleasures for the sake of other people’s moral leanings.

cw/ tw.  Unprotected sex, threesome, foursome, eiffel tower, blow job oral, vouyerism, masturbation, cum kink, bukkake, dirty talk, praise, man handling, Johnny once again has the monster cock syndrom, etc…   I petnames. (hers) Squeak.

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“I still don’t like it,” Doyoung sighs, watching you chat with Mark Lee while Haechan and Johnny block you in.

Jungwoo simply shrugs. “I guess it’s not about you liking it or not. They seem happy.”

“Too happy,” Doyoung notes, eyes narrowing in on the way Johnny’s hand has slipped down to your ass.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Jungwoo scoffs. “I think you’re just jealous.”

“Me? Jealous?” Doyoung shakes his head and forces a laugh. “What’s there to be jealous about?”

“The fact that you’re in pre-med, so you’re super busy, and you have zero game and haven’t kissed a girl in like, months,” Jungwoo points out. 

Doyoung’s glare shifts to the younger man, and with a final scoff, he turns to leave.

Jungwoo doesn’t mind, in fact, the energy in the room immediately brightens with Doyoung’s departure.

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nct 127 members reaction to their s/o being a pillow princess 

MDNI/18+ CONTENT AHEAD

johnny - MR SUH WILL THRIVE KNOWING HIS S/O IS A PILLOW PRINCESS AND THIS LEADS TO HIM LITERALLY CALLING YOU HIS PRINCESS. also he’s very tall so loves towering over your figure, letting his dick reach deeper inside you until you’re gripping on your bedsheets and twisting them in your grip. 

jaehyun - similar to mr suh, mr jung will thrive knowing you love to receive. he will give and give until you feel like you’re going to break. jaehyun is also the type to take you raw so will pretty much bend you over any surface in your house and take you. 

haechan - eating you out until you’re crying and tugging his hair from the intense pleasure of being overstimulated? you best prepare yourself for an aching pussy and shaky legs “isn’t this what my baby likes? what she wanted? aww, don’t cry. just take it. ” 

yuta - oh you love to receive? how about getting fingered underneath the table at a restaurant whilst having dinner with friends? or him making you pick up that phone call as he corners you, tugs your jeans down and eats you right there and then as you try to conceal your moans. 

taeyong - is very soft about it. a sweet boy who wants to give his baby everything. will literally finger you, eating you out and dick you until you’re satisfied. cock warming when he’s too tired to do anything.

doyoung - he’d be a very big tease. will constantly edge you and mock you when you whine about how close you were. then will proceed to give you about five orgasms. “this is what you wanted, so stop complaining about it.”

jungwoo - tall boys will take advantage of their height and jungwoo is no exception. defo the type to finger you in his lap (i see johnny doing that too) and whisper praises into your ear to push you closer to your orgasm.

mark - oh this boy. my god will he make you nearly pass out with his tongue, he’s a rapper for a reason y’know. he loves to know that he can and does make you feel good (your moaning makes his ego go yeeting upwards)  and when you tell him that you are a pillow princess, he’s going to make very good use of that information. 

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