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[hyucklog]

in his pants ☆ part two

ningning x yangyang

warnings: cum eating, vaginal sex, oral ( f&m receiving ) , nipple play? Tittie sucking , unsafe sex ( no use of condom, ningning is on birth control ), blow jobs , hand jobs, bff chenle, bye they're basically all hidden queers, Ningning embraces the title slut, gamer boy chenle, there's wholesome relationships hidden underneath the sex I promise, they r idols bcus that's just how it is idk man, Winter best roommate!!, 00 line aespa + mark 4lifers, mentioned threesome, casual relationships, pet names, excessive use of "pretty" and "angel", slut shaming, bathroom sex, semi public sex (I mean the door could've been opened at any time)

smut , fluff

ayo the switch in this part is so random they just go from laughing to fucking in a bathroom.

Ningning left Jisung's room with one glance back at Chenle, who had taken to making the room look as normal as possible. Then, she found herself being tackled into a hug from Yangyang who noticed her as she tried to get Renjun's attention.

So, here she was, in the middle of a conversation with disgustingly handsome young men, with Yangyang's arms wrapped around her body. She felt..almost hot inside. She knew she was wet again, when she rubbed her thighs together as she moved her position. Yangyang's hand brushing her arm every now and then, tickling her skin, set fire inside her. 

And it was embarrassing, the fact that Chenle just gotten her off and she wanted to go again.

"Hol' up," Mark doubled back and narrowed his eyes at Ningning. "You and Chenle are friends?"

Ningning sat up a little straighter at the attention on her, no longer slouching into Yangyang. "Yes."

"..Nothing more, right?"

Ningning laughed at the suggestion. "Please, we all know Chenle has the hugest crush on Zhao Liying." 

Mark grinned at the mention of the actor. "Alright..just wouldn't want you two getting in trouble..for doing anything."

"Shut up, Mark," Jungwoo said. "Are you guys fooling around?" he gave Ningning excited eyes. She blinked. "You know what that is, right? Like, fucking. Having sex? Mutual masturbation? Pegging? Rimming? Pussy eating? Blowjobs? Handjobs? Finger sucking? Nipple sucking? It's gotta be something, because I can't even stand watching Chenle play video games for-"

Johnny smacked Jungwoo on the leg, trying to hold back a grin. "Don't scare the poor girl. I'm sure she hasn't heard much about that."

"No, I have," Ningning assured them, "I just prefer to do it with people that aren't my best friend's."

"Ah, a woman of taste."

Jisung scoffed at Jeno's words. "She's literally younger than me and you still call me a baby. The math isn't mathing."

"Shut up, maknae," Jaemin hushed him. "Ningning, I really like your outfit. That skirt is super cute."

Ningning looked down at the fabric. It had rolled up slightly, so she pulled it down while readjusting her position. It was a beige corduroy mini skirt with extra pockets. "Thank you."

Yangyang cooed at her quietly, hands tickling her sides lightly. "My favorite China line SM idol besides myself~"

"I'm deadass offended," Ten scoffed. "Don't come to my room later looking for cuddles, Yangyang."

When Ningning made eye contact with Jisung, he nodded his head slightly. Shit, maybe Jisung does know? So Ningning cocked her head to the side and raised her eyebrows mouthing, "You know?" Jisung brow furrowed in confusion. 

"What we were doing," Ningning said quietly. It was enough for Jisung to catch from across the room, but not enough for others to fully understand while being immersed in Ten and Yangyang's squabble.

Jisung nodded with a small smile, looking almost amused.

When Yangyang surged forward to smack Ten on the arm, Ningning, who was still wrapped in a hug from him, went halfway forward with him. She had to put her hand on his shoulder and thigh to stabalize herself, and after that Taeyong made Yangyang leave her alone because he "almost hurt her". 

She was still stupidly hot inside, and just about ready to say goodbye so she could get home and masturbate, but then Chenle came into the living room, plopping himself down next to Jisung (who Ningning had been moved to sit next to after Yangyang almost pulled her to the floor).

There was a glance shared between the three that the older members caught this time, raising their eyebrows as they had a conversation silently. 

"Are we missing something?" Ten voiced confidently. Ningning turned to him, eyes widened comically.

"No," Jisung said quickly, fumbling over his words underneath the stares of the members. "Nothing."

"Is this a throuple thing?" said Yangyang, snickering. 

"Shut up," Chenle said, rolling his eyes. "Ten, get your baby."

"Hey."

Ningning to the rescue. "Chenle told me that Jisung was beating his score in League of Legends, but Jisung didn't know-well, now he does, but.."

Jisung snickered on cue, sticking his tongue out at Chenle. "Ha," and he whispered, "bitch."

Chenle raised a hand, no fire in his eyes.

 

Ningning didn't even remember how she got here. Here being underneath Yangyang in on of the SM bathrooms. The door locked. Yangyang's hands on her thighs, kneading the flesh. Her ass on the cold sink, Yangyang having set her down there in the heat of the moment. His teeth nipping at her collarbones, those collarbones, the ones like peaks of mountains. 

"Mm," he hummed against her neck, letting his mouth roam to a lower region where he could leave a hickey - he respected Ningning, and knew for a fact she had to wear things that revealed her neck on the regular.

Ningning bristled underneath him. "I'm sensitive," she told him in warning. Forehead dropping against his shoulder, forcing him to move his hands down to her hips and leave his face buried in her neck. "I get..."

"Get turned on easily?" Yangyang guessed, a lilt of amusement in his tone as he pulled her panties down to her ankles. Her skirt was rolled up against her abdomen (it was expensive; she was glad it wasn't taken off and discarded on the floor.) "Hm," he said. "I can tell." Thumb against her clit, lips latched to her neck. Sucking, but not enough to make a dark mark. 

He moved his thumb in slow, controlled circles, enjoying how Ningning breathed shakily, biting her thumb to hold in her pretty noises. Hips rolling in an attempt to get more friction. Desperately wanting to be touched. To be fucked. Fuck.

"Tch tch," he cooed when her hand found his and pushed it harder. He pushed it away, rubbing the skin tenderly. "Be patient, baby."

"Hnng," she breathed. Cheeks burning in embarrassment afterwards. It wasn't like this with Chenle. Where they both knew what they liked and what they sounded like. Where Ningning didn't have to be embarrassed when her mouth made natural responses to his actions. Where Chenle wasn't embarrassed to moan when she gave him head or a handjob; they started as friends, they were comfortable to begin with.

But Yangyang was her sunbae. Not her friend. He was older than her by two years, a handsome Chinese idol that she looked up to. He was a talented rapper, a talented vocalist, a talented dancer. He was funny, too. And he was Chenle's friend, so she respected him for that, as well. He was her ge. Not her friend.

"You sound so pretty," he whispered, nipping at her earlobe. "Be louder, baby. There's a fan on."

"Mhm," she shook her head, letting out a shaky, shallow breath as he slid his middle finger inside her hole. Curling it up. Fingers rubbing her g-spot. "Oh!" Hips rolling forward, hot breath hitting Yangyang's neck. Ass almost slipping off of the sink. He gripped her waist with one hand and stedied her. 

Yangyang pulled back from her neck, smiling down at her. "You're so cute, Yizhuo." Ningning breathed out, eyes fluttering shut in ecstasy. "Does Chenle not treat you well?" he snickered. "Or have you not seen him recently?"

"Haven't..seen him recently," she choked out. "Fuck! Keep going.."

"So worked up," Yangyang murmured. "Just one finger." He put in his index finger. Her hole showed little resistance. She winced for a moment, but the stretch was familiar. 

"You try having someone massage your fucking prostate. It's the same with the g-spot, you - fuck, ge!" A third finger, adding to the pleasure. The stretch burned. Her body on fire. Eyes too heavy to keep open. Chest heaving, legs clenched around Yangyang's narrow hips. Ningning winced, again, face scrunching. Yangyang watched her carefully, and when she relaxed, he curled up his middle finger, surging the others forward. 

Easily knocking the air out of her.

"Ang..ge, please. Just.."

"Just what?" Yangyang murmured. Placing soft, wet kisses against her forehead, trailing them down to her cheek, ending by the corner of her lips. Tongue dipping in her already wet mouth. She eagerly turned her head, latching their lips together, pulling them closer. The curl of Yangyang's lip against hers was a little too smug, but she didn't pay attention - fuck, he was good at kissing.

He made her body buzz.

And when he fumbled to unbutton his jeans, cock springing from his boxers as he tugged them down partially, gripping her ass and positioning her to take his cock. Pressing the head against her hole. Slipping the head in. Letting her gasp at the stretch. His fat cock slapping against her folds. 

"In," she begged breathlessly. "In, please. I can take it, I can."

He didn't need to be told twice. Driving his hips down, slamming them against hers. The grip he had on her hips bruising. She was so tight, clenching around him. Driving him insane. He had to move slowly, breathing hard against her hair, dragging his cock in her sensitive walls. 

"Good?"

"Good, good," she cried breathlessly. "Go harder!"

"Feels good? You're so tight." Yangyang breathes out each word.

Yangyang cups her face. Lips connecting to yours, hot mouths intertwining.

Yangyang's big hands clutch her waist. Cock thrumming inside her. He desperately wants to flip her around and bend her over. Give her every inch of length. Let his balls slap against her cunt. Make her cream his cock. His hips fall into rapid motion, teeth digging into her neck. Breathing harshly into his neck with each thrust. Her body shaking. Eyes squeezed shut, lips pressed together in an attempt to stifle her whines into a small breathes. She failed, of course, letting out a loud, broken gasp as his thumb pressed down on her clit, adding to the stimulation.

She came all over his cock. Fluids dripping out of her hole, oozing down his cock. Putting all his efforting into thrusting one last time, releasing inside of her. Pulling back, tenderly brushing sticky hair out of her face. 

"You there?" he asked, patting her cheek with a finger. She nodded, blinking slowly. "You did so good."

"I know," she said, letting her head fall to the back of the mirror with a shaky breath. "I don't think I've ever been fucked that hard."

"Oh, I'm sorry," said Yangyang, reaching over with his free hand to grab a handful of napkins. "We've gotta get you cleaned up."

"I can do it," she told him, opening her eyes and sitting up. She pulled up her skirt, wary of getting it messy. He helped her as she stood, holding up her skirt as she wiped herself, looking away out of respect. "I'm good, I can clean myself up. Get yourself ready, ge."

"Shit," he looked at the clock on the wall, pulling his boxers and sweats up. "I have practice in 20 minutes."

Ningning laughed as she wet a paper towel. "Ge, that's stupid. We could've done this any other time. Here," she grabbed her phone from the pocket of her skirt. "The code's 0002. Put your number in."

Yangyang grinned as he tied his sweats, pushing back his sweaty hair. Opening her contacts, pressing the plus. Naming his contact as, the best fuck of my life, and slipping it back into the pocket of her skirt as she pulled up her cute pink panties. Staring into the mirror, washing her hands before wiping at the edges of her eyeliner. Wincing at the collected mascara underneath her eye.

"Fuck, you really are good, ge. Chenle hasn't made me cry since the first time we hate fucked."

"He goes easy on you," Yangyang told her knowingly. "I have makeup wipes," he told her, pulling them out. He took out a wipe, grabbing her chin gently for her to face him. Taking it up to her eye, easily wiping the excess mascara off. "I snatched them from Areum noona last week. They come in handy."

Ningning rolled her eyes, grinning up at him. 

"There, all good."

Yangyang rubbed her back, hands slipping to her thighs. Rubbing the skin, massaging her muscles. "You're not too sore, right?"

"Not that sore.." she hummed. "Chenle will give me a massage later, in exchange for me waxing his ass."

"Jisung," Yangyang said knowingly. "God, we really are all gay. You like girls, too?"

"Hm. Had a crush on Yuna my first day at Music Bank."

"Stop," Yangyang snickered, opening the bathroom door. Ningning went out before him, looking around. Empty hallways. "Yuna's really pretty - I think Jisung was in love with her for, like, a week. Or that's what Jaemin says."

"Jaemin is so fine," Ningning whistled.

"Seriously!" Yangyang agreed loudly. "Oops. Sorry. But he's so fucking muscley - his abs, I swear to god, to die for!"

"You ever seen them?"

"No, unfortunately. Other than that one concert Dream had where he flashed them. And, Renjun told me how they are."

"Renjun ge?" Ningning laughed, astonished. "I will never see him the same. I kinda want a piece of Xiaojun, too. He's fine as hell."

Yangyang tched. "You won't even let me hug him, that tsundere whore."

"Alright, ge," she patted his shoulder. "Have fun at practice. I'll talk to you later."

"Yeah, text me."

[hyucklog]

in his pants ☆ part one

ningning x nct

warnings: cum eating, vaginal sex, oral ( f&m receiving ) , nipple play? Tittie sucking , unsafe sex ( no use of condom, ningning is on birth control ), blow jobs , hand jobs, bff chenle, bye they're basically all hidden queers, Ningning embraces the title slut, gamer boy chenle, there's wholesome relationships hidden underneath the sex I promise, they r idols bcus that's just how it is idk man, Winter best roommate!!, 00 line aespa + mark 4lifers, mentioned threesome, casual relationships, pet names, excessive use of "pretty" and "angel", slut shaming

smut , fluff ;

so i made this a while ago and posted it on ao3. it's all fiction duh so don't be a pressed little twat truck about it thank u

Ningning wouldn't usually bothered when Chenle played video games. It was fun to watch him while he told her about the game and what was going on as he played, and then how he made her put a piece of popcorn in his mouth every single time he got a kill, even though she knew that he didn't even like that type of popcorn. It was also fun to watch him as his character died, how he would drop the controller and let out an over-exaggerated string of curses for no real reason. Right now, however, with her hands underneath her thighs, eyes trained on the way Chenle's tongue poked into his cheek as he focused on playing, she wanted nothing but for him to stop the game.

She was itchy, definitely wet. Chenle was handsome, pretty. Ningning loved looking at Chenle. He was so pretty. She chewed on her bottom lip, becoming impossibly turned on as Chenle flexed his arm and rolled his neck.

His eyes strayed over to her and he smiled lazily, holding his arms out for her. "C'mere, I won~" Ningning grinned, happily standing up and climbing into his lap. She leaned her head against his chest, sighing when he kissed the crown of her head.

Chenle, ever so attentive when it came to Ningning, noticed how her hands fisted around the end of his shirt, and her legs were a little tight around his waist. And he laughed, the little shit that he is, giving her earlobe a soft bite. "Cute, Yiz," he murmured, lifting up her face. He stroked her cheek, smiling as she stared at him, eyes widened naturally. "What do you want, angel?"

Ningning turned her head to the side. Despite them having explored multiple things together (no, they weren't dating. They were just fucking and kissing as friends behind their unnie's and hyung's back) in the bed and in other public or private places, it was wildly embarrassing having to admit that she wanted to get on her knees in front of him while he played video games and suck his dick until he came in her mouth.

So she shrugged instead, forking a hand through his hair, bringing his mouth to hers. She cupped his dick, tongue licking into his mouth. "Ah," Chenle hummed, pulling apart. "You wanna suck me off, angel?" His hand slipped under her little skirt, hands squeezing her thighs. His finger slipped between her legs, and she naturally parted them. His finger slipped past her panties, and he pulled his finger through her folds. Wet arousal coated his finger, and he pulled it out, marveling at how sticky his finger got.

"You really wanna suck me off, huh?"

Ningning whined, telling him to stop bullying her, but he just laughed at her, nipping at her lips and rubbing her skinny arms as she slid onto the floor, hands gripping his thighs. She pulled at his waistband, and he lifted up his hips so she could pull them down to his ankles. His cock was half-hard, slightly curved and pretty (Ningning found the female and male genitals pretty, especially Chenle's because he didn't have saggy old balls like the man that paid her to suck him off last week dick). She pulled him down slightly, so he was slouched and she could reach his cock better. 

Chenle reached behind him and grabbed a pillow from the bed, dropping it on the ground and letting her kneel on that, before settling back in front of her again.

"Pretty, angel," Chenle said, cooing at her. Her big eyes stared up at him for a moment, and deep inside he could see that familiar glint in them. "Slut," he grinned and she grinned back.

He put down his controller and patted her head, giving her his undivided attention as she leaned forward slightly, spitting on his cock and using her hand to stroke it until it was fully hard. Ningning lapped at the tip with her tongue, gradually taking his length into her mouth.

Chenle groaned. The sight of her lips stretched around his cock making him feel hot inside already. She glanced up at him coyly, eyes sparkling as her throat mucles contracted and massaged his cockhead. Drool pooled at the edges of her mouth as she gagged lightly, the tip of Chenle's cock against the back of her throat. She licked up the underside of his cock, then suckled the cockhead before taking him all the way in her mouth again. Ningning held his thighs as Chenle almost bucked his hips up, tongue teasing his slit, lapping up the precum. 

Chenle pulled his cock out, rubbing the tip against Ningning's lips. She licked it up happily, looking up at him with her pretty big eyes, lips red, stained with spit, and swollen. "You gonna make me cum like this?" he asked, stroking her cheek fondly. She nodded, stroking his dick with one hand. "Fuck my mouth?" He didn't need to be asked twice.

Ningning loved the weight of Chenle's length on her tongue. It made her feel special, for some reason, even though she knew that she and Chenle weren't exclusive in any way (both of them had fucked with other people time and time again while still meeting up with each other and acting as though they hadn't, being possesive and letting each other be possesive. Like when Ningning told Chenle that she read an 19+ story on the internet where there were dom/sub undertones and Chenle told her that they would try it. Ningning Remembered him saying, "You're mine, yeah?" and she was too drunk on the feeling of his dick buried deep inside of her to correct him, so she just mewled in response, fucking herself back onto him).

Chenle slid in and out of her wet mouth. No matter how many times he had someone's lips around his cock, there were two people that could make him cum within minutes - Ning Yizhuo and Park Jisung. Both extraordinarily great at giving head. Chenle whimpers at the feeling of Ningning's wet mouth around him, gently grabbing her hair. He knows that he'll cum too fast if he has control, so he slows his hips down, let's go of Ningning's hair, and taps her cheek three times, body relaxing as she took him into her mouth again. He was balls deep in her mouth.

Despite Ningning having an outstanding gag reflex, she willed it down whenever she gave Chenle head and took him all the way into her mouth until she might as well be choking, throat massaging his cock, teeth grazing the skin just enough to make him uncomfortably hot, cheeks hollowed. 

When she specifically wrapped her lips around the head of his cock, that's when he really lost it. He grunted, and she hummed, a signal that he could come in her mouth. His release was soon after, hips stuttering even as Ningning pressed them down, letting out a moan that sent Ningning into a frenzy. 

"Good job, baby," He watched her swallow and wipe the excess of with the back of her hand. "Pretty. You're so good at giving head, you know?" Ningning's head dropped to his bare thigh. "C'mere, pretty, you must be even more wet than before, hm?"

Ningning pouted, but climbed up onto him anyways, settling on his lap. Chenle wrapped his arms around her and spun on his chair until he was facing his bed. He dropped Ningning back onto it and then slid onto the ground in front of her. He fully kicked off his pants, cock an angry hard red again.

"You know that were not at the dorm alone," he mumbled, stroking her inner thigh. "If you're not quiet, we'll get caught."

Ningning hissed through her gritted teeth, the arousal in her gut already too much for her to take with Chenle stroking her thigh. "Not my fucking fault I want to you fuck me already."

Chenle chuckled, his asshole qualities never taken away, even in the heat of the moment. "So pretty," he mumbled, soft kisses leading up to Ningning's inner thighs making her shudder.

"Stop calling me pretty and touch me, you bitch," she grabbed him by the hair and pushed his head near her pussy. "See that, ge? That's a vagina. When a girl wants you to touch her, she means there. I mean there. Touch me there and fuck the foreplay!"

She distinctly reminded Chenle of an angry female lead in a kdrama blowing up at a man that took her seat on the train, except it was in Mandarin.

"Filthy," Chenle tsked. "You want me to finger you on my hyung's bed?"

Ningning hadn't thought of that, she'd admit. It wasn't her fault that Chenle was too tired to drive back to his own dorm and they were supposed to hang out that day. It was Jisung's fault in the end because he made the poor decision of saying that he'd let the two hang out in his room even after Ningning insisted he shouldn't have to.

"Oh, you-" Her cursing was cut off my Chenle giving her clit a firm suck. Her head fell back against the bed, body completely and utterly pliant. "Fuck," she moaned as Chenle broke away to spit on his finger. He spread the spit over her clit, pressing down with his thumb and watching with a shit-eating grin as she bit down on her lip, eyes fluttering shut.

He muttered something along the lines of, "So sensitivite," before his tongue was back on her and she was struggling to keep quiet.

Now, Ningning, somewhere in her mind, was fighting a battle with her conscience. Did she really want to think back to this time and remember the fact that they were on Na Jaemin's bed, in the NCT Dream dorm, with everyone, including the rest of NCT's 20 something members (for a reason that was unknown to Ningning), sitting in the living room, fucking each other? But, at the front of her brain, however, she was too focused on the way Chenle slipped his stiff tongue into her pussy while his two fingers rubbed tight circles on her clit. 

"Fuck, ge," she breathed out. The way his tongue massaged her walls was two good. "Fingers, fuck, fingers!" 

Chenle's hand went up to her face and he stroked her cheek. "Open."

"Not there!" she whined, but her voice was muffled because Chenle slipped his fingers in.

"Suck, get them all wet, pretty."

Ningning couldn't stop herself from pulling his fingers out for a moment. He paused his actions, looking up at her, mouth still against her pussy, and she coughed. "That's what she said."

Chenle snickered and rolled his eyes. "You are so immature."

"I just swallowed your cum a few moments ago, don't tell me that I'm immature," Ningning shut up and shoved Chenle's face back into her cunt, taking his fingers that he gave her back into her mouth and sucking them. Tongue tracing over every crevice, slipping between his fingers, making a lewd noise when Chenle pulled them away. He brought them to her pussy, spreading her folds with the wet, soaked fingers. He wiped his mouth, dripping with Ningning's fluids and spit, with his free hand, and then slipped a finger into her cunt.

Chenle had chubby-ish fingers. His hands weren't small, but they weren't like Jisung's - confusingly large, slender, and long - so it was overwhelming how easily Chenle found her g-spot. He stayed massaging it for a while, sucking on her clit while she held a hand over her mouth.

She was good at being quiet, most of the time. She'd masturbated enough in her house to be able to hold her breath until she could little her moans into shaky exhales. "Nng, ge, right there," she gasped.

The gasp was loud, and Chenle looked up. Then towards the door. Ningning held her breath for a moment, while Chenle smacked her thigh, giving her a warning look that read clearly, "Be quiet." 

The effect was instant. His fingers slipping in and out of her cunt, curling up. She felt her mind clouding, that familiar heat in her gut threatening to spill out. 

He snickered. "You're so tight, even after that dildo I know you used."

Ningning raised her hand to smack him, but he pulled her hand down and let it hover over her cunt. "Touch yourself, angel. You want to cum, right?" Her hips rolled back and than forward, bucking up as Chenle flattened his tongue against her clit. She grunted, spreading her pussy so he had easier access but closing her thighs around his head at the same time.

She came on his tongue, and her chest heaved as his tongue lapped it all up, continuing to eat at her pussy though she was sensitive. 

"Hm," Chenle kissed up her body, pulling down the skirt that he pushed up earlier, kneading her pretty thighs. "Happy, baby?"

Ningning groaned, clenching her thighs together. "Mhm."

Chenle leaned down on her body, pressing his lips against hers. "Get up, baby, we've gotta make sure hyung's bed isn't messy."

Ningning scowled, sleepy after her orgasm. 

"You did good. Held out for longer than usual.

Longer than usual meant 10 minutes longer because Chenle was being a little shit and Ningning refused to cum and prove to him that he was good at what he was doing.

He pulled Ningning up when she made no effort to move, settling her in Jisung's gaming chair. Jaemin's sheets were slightly wet - it was definitely from the spit that dribbled down his chin - but it wasn't anything Jaemin would notice...

Ningning worked on pulling her underwear back on while Chenle wiped the bed with the edge of his shirt. Ningning pulled his boxers and sweatpants up from behind, smacking his cute little butt while she was at it.

"Go get off in the bathroom," she told him, kissing his exposed shoulder - his shirt had slipped off. "Too sleepy for a handjob."

"S' okay, pretty," Chenle gave her a kiss on the neck. "You were so good. Go out there and cuddle up on Renjun, but get a mint before you do it. Make a show."

Ningning grinned.

"Alright, ge."