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Size kink x plus size readers needs to be done sooo much more. Like it’s not at all impossible, smaller doesn’t always = skinny.

I’m so tempted to do Mingyu, Soobin, Jaemin, Jisung, Jeno or, Dokyeom x plus size readers with size kinks😖

size kinks are neat yeah but i simply can't read it as a fat girl when the op is screaming in my ear her SMALL THIGHS and TINY FRAME please godddddd

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Omg ignore that part it wasnt messed up i guess it was my phone glitching 😩💔but still loved it🙂‍↕️

Omg not it was me😭😭I had just fixed it😩😩but thank you so much for telling me. I hope you enjoyed it🩷🩷🩷🩷

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|non!idol l.jn x femblack reader|𐙚Night Poem𐙚

“밤…밤, my heart is exposed. 밤…밤, I can hear your heart”𐙚

WARNING: This fanfiction includes; Slightly rude/Mean idol, arranged marriage themes/mentions, jealous and possessive idol, unprotected sex, squirting, slight overstimulation, breeding/creampie, Jeno has a slight breeding/marking kink, non-established (romantic) relationship, kissing, oral sex(f!r), asfab reader, fem petnames, lying, foreigner reader, cursing, drinking, and more. If you are triggered by these things, please look away. IF YOU ARE A MINOR, GO AWAY!

:: slow burn, roommates to lovers, fluff and smut. Jeno is a little angsty and in denial and slightly cold to you at first: sorry for any mistakes, I stayed up all night writing this. Feedback and reblogs are always greatly appreciated, so if you enjoy, please leave feedback. Thank you𐔌՞. .՞𐦯! plus size friendly, black reader!

WC: 9.4k

The pot on the stove was simmering quietly. Rain tapped softly on the windows as you wiped down the counter, and the grey sky told you that a storm was likely coming in soon. Unfortunately for your roommate, Jeno, he'd be caught in it since he had another hour before his shift at Dream Corp ended.

You folded the towel in your hand neatly and hung it over the sink, walking to the living room, you glanced out the large windows to your left and sighed, muttering, "I knew he should've taken an umbrella..." You shook your head as you recalled your slightly frustrating morning with Jeno.

You told him that you could "smell the rain" in the air, and that he should take an umbrella despite his weather app saying it would be sunny all evening.

"You can't smell the rain if there is none." He retorted before slipping his shoes on by the door, grabbing his keys, and leaving. You glared at him but didn't chase him to give him the umbrella; if he wanted to get rained on, then you'd let it happen.

Now, as you sat on the couch listening to the rain getting heavier, you felt a little guilty for not nagging him a little more. "Oh well..." You grabbed the remote from the coffee table and turned on the news, knowing that they'd likely be reporting on the weather since there was a mistake.

As you expected, the weatherman, Johnny Suh, was giving an update on the current weather.

"From 5pm to 1am, there will be almost 2inches of rain, with heavy winds blowing at exactly 60mph, with heavy grey clouds—it looks like we're in for a very long and stormy night." He explained.

"And would you say that this storm could knock out some power or do any damage?" Asked Mr. Kim.

Mr. Suh laughs and shakes his head. "Well, I wouldn't expect any catastrophic damage, but there could be light debris, such as small tree branches, loose signs, maybe even light decorations and such. Therefore, I recommend that everyone be cautious of these things. And as far as power goes, there is a high chance of power outages. Currently, there have been zero reports of outages, but we expect that to significantly increase within the next hour or so, which may last for up to a day, causing blackouts in many places." He said.

You glanced out the window again and sighed. It was only 2pm, and the rain was coming down so heavily—Jeno wouldn't be home for another hour. He would just barely make it home before the storm really settles in. "Maybe I should call him to warn him?"

"Make sure that you are driving safely in this rain, and if you can, stay off the roads until the rain has stopped and..." You zoned out and looked over at your phone. Jeno has always told you not to text him when he's at work; he says it gives his coworkers the wrong idea, and he hates their endless questions about your relationship with him.

Ever since you moved in with him, they've asked if you were interested in each other and made jokes about the two of you dating, claiming he liked you so much. They couldn't be more wrong.

You only lived with him because his parents and your parents were close friends. It wasn't until almost a year ago that they began plotting on the two of you dating, though, before you moved to Korea, his parents would only mention you in passing or talk to you if you walked in the room when one of your parents was on the phone with them.

But when they heard that you were moving to Korea, they were adamant that you were moving in with Jeno and getting 'closer'. The two of you fought against the idea for a while, a whole two months until your moving date, you were arguing with your parents tooth and nail about why it would be a bad idea. From pregnancy to marriage, but they didn't seem to care—in fact, they celebrated the fact that you thought it was a possibility.

But Jeno, on the other hand, stopped fighting when his parents mentioned those two things. Not because he was open to the idea, but because he knew that if he didn't, they just set him up on blind dates again until he settled—if you were living with him, it would save him from going through that again, then he'd do it happily. When the date of your flight arrived, you almost decided to stay; the idea of moving in with a guy you hadn't seen since you were little kids was just too much, and being forced on him was even worse.

But that day, you got a call from Jeno that changed your mind. "It'll be safe for you, and they'll stop trying to force us to find someone to marry, and they'll even pay our bills for a full year." You were against it at first, anxiously gripping the handle of your luggage as he spoke. "But won't they try setting us up again?" Jeno disagreed.

"They'll feel too uncomfortable doing it if we're living together."

And just like that, you moved your life from one country to another, and into Jeno's apartment. He wouldn't remain this optimistic about you being together in this apartment, though, eventually, as his friends got to know you, he began behaving in an unusually cold manner. It was a stark contrast between his shy but sweet demeanor, but then it became the norm.

Thunder roars through the apartment, and you jump out of your thoughts and look at your phone again. "One text won't hurt." You said to yourself before sending him a text.

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"Jeno, do you need a ride home today?" Jaemin asks. I sigh and look out the large windows again. Unfortunately, I was wrong about the weather and didn't listen when Y/N told me to bring an umbrella, so riding my bike home is sounding far-fetched.

"I think so..." Jaemin laughs and pats me on the back, "Are you still upset about not bringing an umbrella?" I shake my head. That's the least of my worries right now.

"Then, what's wrong?"

I pause. How can I explain what I feel without saying how I feel? Jaemin has always been able to read me like a book, no matter what I say or how little I say, he knows exactly what's wrong every time. So if I tell him that I feel bad because I did something mean, he'll know what I really mean is—I feel bad because I brushed Y/N off when she was only trying to help. And the last thing I need is for him to sound like Donghyuck or Mark about me liking her.

"Just thinking..." As I say this, my phone dings. Right away, I know it's her, I have my notifications for everything and everyone but her silenced just in case she ever needs anything or feels unsafe.

Being that I'm the only person, other than my family, that she's close to here, it would be a horrible idea for me to silence her texts or calls.

"Are you gonna check that?" I look at Jaemin, and a part of me wants to say no, but he knows that I can't ignore her. So, without saying anything, I grab my phone and check my messages.

“Who are you texting?” I press my phone against my chest and look up to see Donghyuck hovering over my desk with a grin. He eyes me through his glasses with a grin—he knows it’s her, she’s the only person I ever text at work. Yet, I answer sharply: “No one.” He rolls his eyes and comes around my desk.

“Why do you keep acting like you hate her or something?” He asks. Jaemin doesn’t say anything, he just listens, seemingly curious about my answer. “We all get that you aren’t the best with flirting and your parents have been up your ass about getting married since you turned 21, but are you really going to keep pretending you don’t like her out of spite of your parents and let the opportunity pass you?”

Hyuck’s rant only makes me roll my eyes. I’m not doing this out of spite, it’s not to prove a point to my parents…I just don’t feel that way about her. And even if I did, I’m not ready to settle down. If I had feelings for her and she magically felt the same way, we’d end up married in a month. Neither one of us is ready for something like that.

“Let it pass me?” He nods.

“If you keep pushing her away, it’ll just make more space in her heart for someone else, and by someone else, I obviously mean one of us.” My eyes widen a little, and I look at him confused. “Huh?”

Jaemin nods his head in agreement. “He’s right, if you keep acting like this, then one of us will move in.” His agreement hits me like a brick to the face. Would they really? Not that it would matter to me…but there’s no way they’re actually considering Y/N as a possible girlfriend. I mean, she’s pretty and smart, good at conversation, funny, sweet, and she’s relaxing to be around, and so charming it hurts, but they wouldn’t do that. Not when she’s my roommate.

“You’re not funny,” I reply plainly.

“It’s not a joke, but if you think it is, just wait. I’ll have her wrapped around my finger in a week.” And with that, Donghyuck walks away with a sick grin on his face. I can’t help but shudder at the idea of the two of them together.

“You need to be honest with yourself.” I look at Jaemin, and his expression tells me he knows what’s going on in my head. “Or at least accept how you feel.” Just like Hyuck, he leaves me alone at my desk, and I check my messages again.

My last text was so cold, and hers was so sweet. She’s always so considerate of me and my comfort, even if I’m not in love with her, I can stand to be nicer. So I swallow my pride and, despite my last text, I send another.

You looked at your phone shocked. Jeno never texts you that much while at work—let alone something like that. Telling you to wait for him after being so aloof gave you whiplash. As upset as you were by his cold shoulder, half of you swooned at his texts. Relishing in his strange way of showing concern and care for your safety.

He hadn't been that nice since the mentioning of the two of you dating. But that thought only upset you more. What was so bad about the idea that others thought you could be dating that upset him? You could understand if you just weren't his type, but as you sit back on the couch looking at his messages you start to wonder why he was always so offended and offput by the idea of dating you. 

Without responding, you close your messages and lean back on the couch. You feel so strangely hurt. What was it that turned him off so greatly? You hair? Your unique way of speaking? You didn't understand. In the beginning, he'd compliment you fairly often, calling you pretty was rare, but he always said you looked nice.

What changed?

The thought of this shift makes you more sure that it's pointless to try with him. You felt this way before, but now you're sure, you refuse to continue living like this.

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"Thanks." I take my seatbelt off and grab my briefcase. The rain has gotten worse since I left work. I wonder if she's waiting for me like I asked, or if I only upset her more with my last text.

"Tell Y/N I said hi." I look over at Jaemin and raise a brow at him. He isn't serious, but again, the idea of them together makes me shudder. Why would he want to become close to her all of a sudden? "She's in there, right? How about I come in and tell her myself?"

I know he's just trying to tease me, but it strangely upsets me instead. She's my roommate, and now they are all talking about having crushes on her. I knew letting her meet them was a bad idea.

"Uhm, she's usually napping around this time..." I reply. I should know better than to get upset, but I can't stop myself.

"Really? Didn't you say she was waiting for you? That means she's awake." Jaemin is persistent, his grin as he looks out my window and up at my apartment makes me shift uncomfortably in my seat. "I was actually hoping she wanted to join us next weekend."

All of this attention is on her...I don't like it. It makes me anxious. I'm the only person here who really knows her, and even though I can trust Jaemin, her family trusted her with me. She's my roommate, and if anyone should be inviting her anywhere, it should be me.

Firmly, I reply, "She can't." Jaemin looks at me, confused, and asks why. But I can't give him a solid reason. Why can't she? Why did I say she can't? Why do I even care if he wants to get to know her and will probably ask her out? It's not like I like her...

"Because..." I look away from him and clear my throat. "She has a cold." It's an obvious lie. But I can't help it.

"Does she?" Jaemin asks in skepticism. I nod.

"Yeah...so neither of us are actually going. I need to stay home and take care of her until she's better." I reply anxiously, "She gets clingy when she's sick, and she likes to spend all day in my room. So I'm gonna stay with her until she feels better."

Jaemin nods his head and presses his lips together, seemingly accepting defeat, but I can't wrap my head around why I would tell such an obvious lie and why it matters so much to me.

Jaemin lets out a heavy sigh with a slight grin on his face. "Well, then you better get inside. She must miss you so much right now." I nod and put my hand on the handle.

"Yeah..." The thought of her missing me makes me feel so strange. "She always does."

As I leave his car, I use my briefcase as a shield from the pouring rain. I run inside the building and go straight to the elevator. The moment the doors close, I lean back against the cold metal wall and sigh.

She hasn't said she missed me in months. She stopped doing that a little after moving in with me. She used to greet me by the door every day after work and ask how my day was, she'd tell me she missed me, and warm up dinner, and we'd sit and eat together.

That being said, I don't know what made me lie so blatantly to Jaemin about her missing me. That hasn't been true in almost a year. Now that I think about it, nothing has been the same since the day she met them. That day, everything changed.

The doors open, and I take my key out, ready to take my shoes off and shower after a long day. I wish things could go back to how they were, but us being that close and going down the road we were just wasn't safe.

I open the door, and like every other day, I'm met with a lonely feeling. Her shoes are by the front door, and there's a sign that someone else lives here, but the welcoming touch her sitting on the couch and waiting for me used to bring is gone. I never realized how much that meant to me until now. But why now?

I hang my jacket up on the rack and throw my keys into the bowl, I slip my shoes off, and put my house shoes on. There's no need for me to linger around the house; she's likely in her bedroom waiting for me to go into mine.

That's our routine. We avoid each other until dinner and go to bed without saying a word. The way we function is smooth but uncomfortable. I never imagined that the girl I had known since childhood would live a life like this with me. It feels so robotic.

I shuffle down the hall, going right to my bedroom instead of to her. But I stop in my tracks when I notice a suitcase outside her door.

"What is this for?" I ask out loud. I stand outside her bedroom door curiously, in my gut, something is telling me to knock on her door and ask her about it. My brain tells me that its probably fine, but my heart tells me that something is wrong.

I hate this. Every time something happens with her, my whole body is at war. I can't think straight when it comes to her.

I inhale deeply, trying to relax, and turn on my heels. It's not my business. She's probably just getting rid of some clothes or something, nothing that I should concern myself with.

I start to walk to my room again, but I'm stopped once more. This time its the feeling in my gut, I can't ignore it. I stand there for a second and curse under my breath. Why would she be putting things into a suitcase that big?

That anxious feeling makes me turn back and knock on her door.

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You stop and look up from your suitcase. "Yeah?" You call out. You know that Jeno is likely just going to ask you something about what you did today, something to fill the awkwardness of him coming home to you every day.

It's better than just pretending you aren't there in his mind. "Uhm, can I come in?" You roll your eyes and sit back on your bed.

Your room was a mess, but that wouldn't matter in a week. You plan on leaving by then. "Sure."

You stand back up and continue folding your clothes, quietly putting them into the suitcase as Jeno hesitantly opens the door. You didn't want to tell him so soon that you want to leave; you thought it would be better to do it over dinner. It's not like he cares anyway, but at least then you wouldn't have to talk to him afterward.

"Why are you packing?" Jeno looks around your room, his eyes wide.

You feel tongue-tied. You always thought that Jeno would eventually warm up to you being there, and despite the differences, he would suddenly fall in love with you and reciprocate the feelings you have for him. But you feel foolish now.

"I'm moving out." Jeno looks at you plainly, almost like he didn't hear you correctly. "Huh?" You place your shirt into the suitcase and sigh.

"I'm going back home." You turn to him, and your throat tightens; you never wanted it to come to this. You've liked Jeno since you were kids. You wanted this to work even though you were scared.

"Home? You are home, what are you talking about?" You shake your head.

"I mean, I'm leaving Korea. I'm going back to my parents." Finally, it sinks in. Jeno knows exactly what you mean, and he hates the sound of it.

"W-What? Why? Did something happen?" His expression shifts from confusion to concern. He can't think of any other reason you'd leave other than something back home being wrong. "Should I go back too?"

You shake your head and stop him. "No, Jeno I..." You pause, sighing, you look up at the ceiling, wondering what went wrong. "I can't keep living with you." You finally say it.

"It makes you uncomfortable, and it's hurting me. I'd rather go back home than keep living so tensely." You explain, "You didn't want this from the start. It would be better if I just left and we stopped going through this tension."

He can't believe what he's hearing. Uncomfortable? He's far from being uncomfortable with you being here. Nervous? Yeah. Confused, of course! Maybe even a little anxious. But uncomfortable?

"Why would I be uncomfortable?" He asks, "I like you being here."

You shake your head. You don't want him to spare your feelings. "You don't even like me texting you when you're on breaks at work." You retort. "You avoid me every day after work and only talk to me during dinner. You don't have to lie, Jeno, it won't make me feel better."

But Jeno isn't lying. He does like you being there. He likes seeing your shoes at the door, and he likes seeing your body wash in the shower. The hair that gets stuck in the tub after your wash days, your toothbrush next to his, and the smell of your lotion that lingers in the house. He likes the way your lip liner rubs off on the glasses you use and leaves a cute ring around it, and how you look with your bonnet on.

He can't imagine what it would be like if you left.

"But I do, look, let's sit down and talk about it. You don't have to leave. If there's something you want, then I can get it for you."

"Jeno, you and I know that this isn't working. Ever since that day I went out with you and your friends, you've been like this. There's no reason for you to suddenly act like you want me here."

Jeno looks at you, and suddenly something clicks. It wasn't just you that changed that day; it was he, too. But he just doesn't understand what you saw that day, which was so different from what he did.

"I already got the hint. I should've left months ago."

"Where is this coming from?" Jeno asks. "Look, let's just sit down and talk about it."

You decline once again. Why does he care now? Why didn't he care when you started becoming distant? Or when you tried asking him what you did wrong? Why does he only care when you're about to leave?

"I don't want to talk Jeno, I need to finish packing." You turn away from him and begin anxiously shoving clothes into the suitcase.

As Jeno watches, he tries his hardest to think of what he could've possibly done wrong. Was he really that bad today? He didn't think being a little distant would be enough to push you away like this.

Whatever the case may be, it didn't matter. His mind, his heart, and his body finally agree on one thing. You can't leave.

"Y/N, please. Just tell me what's wrong, I'll fix it.' In a time when he would usually shut himself away and disregard what's happening, Jeno finds himself desperate for an answer and a way to change what's happening.

You know he can't change the problem. It's not like you can ask him to like you back, and he can do it at the drop of a dime. It's clear that he doesn't feel the same way; he goes above and beyond to show that. But you at least want to know what it is about you that he finds so unappealing that makes his stomach churn at the idea. That piece of clarity will make walking away easier.

So you ask vaguely, "What is it about me Jeno?" He pauses. "What do you mean?"

You look down at your clothes, becoming almost annoyed with him. Were you really that bad?

"Why is the idea of being with me so disgusting to you?" Jeno stares at you. Looking at the back of your head with a blank expression.

Disgusting? The thought of being with you...is...disgusting? How could you think something like that?

"What?" You roll your eyes and turn to him again, looking up at him with a glare despite the pain in your chest. "I get that you don't like me, that's fine. But why do you have to make it seem like I can't understand that? You're constantly driving the point in as if I didn't understand the first time." You answer. Your emotions begin to whirl inside of you, becoming almost uncontrollable. "You made that obvious that night when they made that stupid joke about us dating so long ago, but you still won't let it go. Why do you have to make such an effort to show you don't like me?"

Jeno is hit with a whole new perspective. One he hadn't considered at all. That night, all Jeno saw was his pervy friends flirting with you and teasing him about getting away with it. In his mind, making it clear that there was no challenge for them was keeping you away from them. He didn't consider how this would make you feel.

He only thought about how much more they would flirt with you if he liked you and how much he hated it. The sight of you laughing at Donghyuck's jokes and shyly touching Jaemin's muscles, basking in their compliments and showing them that same pretty smile you gave him, made Jeno sick to his stomach.

Rightfully, he thought the best way to protect you was to create distance between you. He tried even harder when the confusing thought of why he felt this way and why he liked being around you came along.

But now he sees just how much all the avoiding he did has hurt you.

"Y/N, I...look. It's not that, I just..." Jeno can't explain. How can he explain that just being around you makes his brain short-circuit? That he dread leaving you every morning? How can he explain that he's the happiest he's been in years, without it leading so quickly to something he doesn't think he's ready for?

"You can't even tell me why?" It hurt just thinking it was true, but seeing him at a loss for an answer makes it ten times worse. Leaving really is your only option.

Jeno watches speechlessly as you continue to pack your clothes. He can't think of what to say, nothing he can think of can properly express how he feels, and he knows if its not good enough, he may lose you forever. 'Donghyuck was right...'

"I can't give you a reason for something that isn't true." He feels a lump in his throat and tightening in his stomach, but he does his best to convey how he feels. "Nothing is disgusting about dating you, I just-"

You stop him. You can't believe what you're hearing.

"Do you really think lying right now is gonna make this better?" You can feel your anger building. You never took Jeno for this type of person. He always seems so level-headed and honest, but you see now that you were wrong. "You don't even like being seen in public with me, you don't ask about my interests, or try to spend time with me. You hardly even look at me!"

Your harsh tone makes it hard for him to excuse his own actions. But he can't give up.

"That's not true! I just don't want people to get the wrong idea."

"And why is it so bad if they do?! Why can't it just be a joke and then be over with? You act like you gotta rub it in my face that I'm not your type, like I don't fucking get that already!"

Jeno was starting to feel overwhelmed; he couldn't word it, but he knew none of this was true. He always thought you were pretty, even as kids, he thought you were the cutest girl he'd ever seen. Of all the girls he ever met, you were the most beautiful.

"That's not true. I don't feel that way at all, its just because I'm scared because..." Jeno looks at you.

"Because what?!" You look at him.

For a second, its silent between the two of you, nothing but the sound of heavy rain and thunder can be heard. Jeno's head was pounding, and so was his heart. Feeling vulnerable meant nothing compared to the pain he must've caused you, so he finally accepts it.

"Because I love you."

His words don't register for a second. And your silence makes his heart race, his hands are shaky, and his palms are clammy. His heart is exposed, and he can feel the air between you tremble. He avoided this for so long, telling himself that his childish crush ended years ago. But deep down, he knew it wasn't true all along. From the moment his parents told him you were moving to Korea.

He agreed to you living with him as soon as he heard you thought marriage and kids were a possibility. He came up with any reason to convince you that moving in would be a good idea, and any reason to keep his friends from making a move on you. He was so jealous that he was willing to keep you as a roommate, but he couldn't anymore. He has to tell the truth.

"You...love me?" Jeno nods. He can't suppress it and avoid it anymore; he's ready to accept it fully.

"I love you." He repeats. "I know you don't believe me, and it probably won't change your mind. But I don't want you to leave me. I promise I'll change, you don't have to love me back, but please, don't leave."

Just as he finishes what he's saying, thunder cracks loudly. You both flinch and look out the window, and then back at each other.

"Y/N, I-" The sound of your phone ringing stops him, he looks over to see who's calling, but you grab it and answer quickly before he can see.

"Hello?" He can only faintly hear what sounds like your mom asking if you're really leaving and coming back home. He waits for your answer, and when you look at him and open your mouth to speak, he feels his breath being taken away.

"Please..." You turn away from him and clear your throat.

"I'll call you later." Without another response, you hang up and turn to him to speak, but he beats you to it.

Calling your name, Jeno steps closer to you with his eyebrows turned upward and passion in his eyes. "Please, just give me a chance. Let me prove it to you. Even if you don't love me, even if I don't deserve you...I don't want you to go." Jeno selfishly admits.

"Jeno, you're just saying that...you aren't in love with me. I understand that you don't feel the same way, but you don't have to force yourself."

Jeno leans his head back in frustration. For the first time since seeing him at the airport, he reaches forward and pulls you into him. Holding you flush against his chest. "I'm not, I love you."

"I love you so much it makes my head hurt, I'm dizzy every time I see you. I hate leaving and being away from you for so long. I love it when you text me when I'm away, I love it when you accidentally touch me, and I love hearing you say my name." You place your hand on his chest to create space, but you smile a little. You can feel his heart pounding against your palm.

"Please, just give me a chance to prove it to you."

Truth be told, you were beginning to believe Jeno. He's never looked at you with such a gentle, yet anxious expression. And you know he's not the rash type; confessing on the spot isn't his thing. He's not the type of guy to suddenly spring his feelings on you and beg for a chance. It was no longer unbelievable.

"Prove it?" Your own heart began to race. Seeing him this desperate after playing coy for so long finally makes your feelings for him feel worth it. You no longer feel delusional; a little more begging on his end wouldn't hurt. If anything, it would make up for all the times he rolled his eyes and scowled at the mere mention of you being his girlfriend. "How?"

"I'll do anything-anything." You stop yourself from grinning and pretend to push him away. His grip tightens on your waist, and he follows your gaze, forcing you to look at him. "Just promise me you won't leave."

You look at him and hesitate just a little. "I'll give you a chance...but you have to show me how much you love me. You can say it all you want, but I want to feel it, Jeno."

That was all you had to say. "Okay..." He caresses your face gently and loosens his grip on your waist just a little, slowly leaning in closely, "I'll let you feel it then."

Your heart skips a beat, and your knees buckle as he kisses you. It takes you a second to react. At first, your eyes are wide, and your body is still. But you relax, closing your eyes as you kiss him back.

He kisses you like its his last breath. His eyes shut tightly as he drops his other hand down to your back, the other on your ass, as he opens his mouth just a little to deepen the kiss. He always imagined what this would be like; he felt ashamed at the time; he thought he was such a pervert. But now, all he can think about is how badly he wants to feel you against him.

Taking the hint, you allow his tongue into your mouth, the heat of it making you moan into his mouth. He drinks it up graciously, his eyebrows knotting together as he takes a step back, leading you to your bed.

His tongue rolls around with yours; there is no fight for dominance. Just pure passion and emotion. You were both dying for this, the feeling of your teeth accidentally bumping together, struggling to breathe just a little until you picked up a comfortable pace. The heated kiss made you both feel dizzy with arousal.

"You're so pretty." Jeno breathes out, and he pulls away for just a second, kissing your neck hungrily. His hot lips pressing against your skin, he can feel your pulse under his tongue, and your breathing getting heavier. "You're the prettiest girl I've ever met..." His kisses grow messy and less spaced out. Your heavy breathing slowly transitions into soft panting. "I love you so much, Y/N."

He kisses you again, his mouth is hot, and his hands roam your body feverishly. Its as if he's trying to see you with just his hands alone. You can feel how much he means those words.

The back of your knees hit the edge of your bed, and you grab onto his shoulder, gripping his shirt to keep yourself upright. Not pulling away for a second, Jeno helps you sit down on the bed, only stopping the intense kiss when you're fully seated. You stare up at him, you feel breathless, and your lips tingle. But Jeno looks like he's only getting started.

"Can I show you?" You look up at him, confused. His face is flushed, and he looks dazed. "Hm?" He slowly drops to his knees, now looking up at you. He rubs his cheek against your knee and caresses your calf.

"Can I show you how much I love you?" He looks at you and gently kisses your clothed knee, grabbing your leg and slowly raising it, kissing from just below your knee, all the way down to your foot. "Can I eat your pussy?"

Your breath hitches in your throat, and you bite your lip. This was what you asked for, and its what you've waited so long for. Of course, it was easy to say yes.

With your light now a beaming green, Jeno instructs you to lie on your back. "I'll take care of you." Your body trembles out of both anxiousness and arousal. You close your eyes as he slowly removes your pants; the feeling of the cool air on your skin is nothing compared to the way his eyes feel.

"I love you so much." He says again, at this point, he's saying it for all the times he wished he could have. He peppers your thighs with kisses, starting lower and then going higher to the band of your underwear. He looks up at you and watches you as he places a soft kiss on your clothed heat.

Your body tenses, and his feels like its on fire.

"Open your eyes...I want you to watch me." You open your eyes and look down at him. He's wanted a view like this for years; he could cry.

Jeno places one more kiss on the shell of your pussy before hooking his fingers into the elastic band and slowly pulling them down. Jeno feels his heart skip a beat; he's already throbbing in his pants, aching to touch you from just the sight of your pretty pearl.

He's staring for so long, admiring the sight. Basking in the smell, your panties are discarded on the floor, and his head is spinning.

You squirm nervously. You fight the urge to close your legs and call his name. "Jeno." He looks up at you with his eyes half lidded. "Please, stop staring..." He apologizes and licks his lips.

"I'm sorry, its just...fuck..." He hooks his arms around your thighs and pulls your body closer. "You're so perfect." He closes his eyes and kisses the hood of your pussy, his tongue against your clip as his lips pressed against the hot, wet flesh.

Your body jolts, and you gasp for air at the unexpected rush of pleasure. Jeno moves his tongue slowly against your clit, he doesn't want to rush this. He wants to make you feel good, cumming will come after that. So he dives deep into your folds, his tongue traces your inner libia. He laps up all the juices that spill from you greedily, drinking them up with pleasure.

Every stroke of his tongue draws a sound from you. Your voice grows louder as your legs tremble beside his head. He moans against your pussy, grinding against the mattress as he becomes drunk off your pussy.

"Tastes s-fuckin good..." He mumbles against you. The vibrations make your head spin. "J-Jeno! Oh fuck...it...it feels so good." He opens his eyes and looks up at you.

He watches you so lovingly, eating you out like he's been starved. You feel so good on his tongue, the way your clit throbs makes him feel a sense of pride. He wants to give you more, he wants to shower you in pleasure.

Jeno carefully moves one of his hands between your thighs and begins rubbing your clit. "Does that feel good, baby? Do you like it?" You throw your head back as he rubs quick circles against the sensitive bud of nerves. "You're so fucking pretty, do you know how many times I've dreamt of this?" You can't even respond.

You lay there, eyes screwed shut and mouth agape, as you fall silent to the intense pleasure.

"Fuck." Jeno curses and kisses you, the taste of your own juices on his lips and tongue makes you feel so possessive over him. Like you finally won, it felt like all that time you spent imagining him with a girl who looked completely different from you really meant nothing. He's yours and yours alone.

You wrap your arms around him and turn your head away from him, you take a moment to catch your breath breath but the slow forming knot in your stomach makes it hard.

"I-I...so...soooooo close." Your words are slurred and whiny. Jeno loves it; he loves that he's the only one who gets to see you like this. No one else knows how good you sound moaning but him. He loves it.

Going back between your legs, he replaces his finger with his tongue and carefully drags the digit down your folds, wetting it a bit more before slowly sliding it inside of you with ease.

Your walls convulsed around it. Jeno moaned against your flesh and slowly moved the finger back and forth, rocking it as he curled it upward to apply pressure against the roof of your walls. The feeling made you see stars, you gripped the sheets and arched your back as your toes curled.

Your reaction told him it was safe enough to add one more finger, so he did. He slowly rocked the two digits back and forth, his tongue lapping your clit as he brought you closer to your climax.

"F-Faster...faster!" Jeno didn't hesitate to fill your demand. He moves his fingers faster, lewd wet sounds fill the room, and tangle with your moans, turning him on more.

The knot in your stomach tightens, threatening to snap. Only when he adds a third finger and raises his body for a better angle does it finally do so, as you scream out in pleasure, Jeno takes the moment to finger you through your orgasm. He leans up and kisses you as he pumps his fingers in and out of you.

The sinful gushing sounds grow louder and louder as you whimper into his mouth. You can feel a warm pool in your stomach, its so close to spilling over. It feels like you're about to burst. Jeno pulls away and kisses your neck, leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses all over your sweaty skin.

"Cum for me, baby." You gasp for air and close your eyes tightly. The sound of his voice forces it out of you; your juices come gushing out of you. You squirt against his hand and wet his clothes.

"Good girl, my pretty girl." As you wither underneath him, he slowly stops. Finally letting you catch your breath. When you do all you can do, is laugh.

You lie on your back, your lower half wet and throbbing as you laugh to yourself.

"What's so funny?" Jeno asks curiously. You shake your head and look up at him.

"You just...I mean...wow..." You swallow and look him in the eyes. His eyes are glazed over and hazy. "You were so good."

Jeno grins sleepily and kisses the tip of your nose. "Did that prove it then?" You shake your head. "Wh-What, but...you felt good, right? You enjoyed yourself, didn't you?"

You nod and lean up just a little to give him a short kiss. "But we aren't done yet." Jeno's eyes widen, and he looks at you, shocked.

You want to go all the way? Jeno wants it too; he wanted it the moment he felt your pussy on his tongue, but he felt like it was being greedy. But if its what you want to...who is he to say no?

"Are you sure?" You nod your head and lift your hand, you slip it underneath his shirt, and slowly you trail your fingers up to his chest. The action makes his body shudder.

"Don't you want to?" Jeno can't deny that the erection in his pants was giving him a headache. He was dying to be inside of you.

'Fuck it.' He nods his head and looks down at you with a desperate look in his eyes. "Yes, I want you so badly, Y/N." He kisses you, and you grip the bottom of his shirt. You tug at it softly, hinting that you want it off. He takes it right away.

Jeno pulls away for just a second to take off his shirt, trembling as your soft hands caress his hot skin. Your fingertips dipping into the small crevices of his abs. He straddles you and undoes the latch on his belt, yanking it aggressively through the loops of his pants and throwing it to the floor along with your pants and his shirt.

You bite your lip and prop yourself up on your elbows. You take a finger and drag it down from the top of his chest all the way down to the top of his pants. His entire body quivers, and he lets out a quiet whimper. You grin and unbutton his pants, slowly unzipping them just to tease him.

"Y/N, please..." You look up at him, and he looks down at you with glossy eyes. "Don't tease me anymore, I can't wait any longer." You look down at his pants and slowly pull them down.

He helps you the rest of the way, getting rid of his pants the same way as his shirt. Your eyes are glued to the erection confined by his grey underwear. You can't help but reach out and touch the small, dark grey spot, collecting the precum that seeped through on the tip of your finger.

"A-Ah..." His voice cracks, and he flinches as you touch him. Heat rushes between your legs as you lick the sticky substance off your finger. It kills him to watch you taste him so eagerly. His cock visibly throbs at the sight.

"I-I can't wait anymore." He strips you of your last piece of clothing and finally removes his underwear. His dick springs free and slaps his abdomen as he does so, leaving a small drop of precum.

Jeno leans down and kisses your jaw, placing anxious kisses all over your face as he grinds his thick length against your wet mound. He slowly trails down to your chest, taking his nipple between his lips and gently sucking the hardened nub.

You whine in anticipation, you thrust your hips upward, and put your hand in his hair. "Jeno, put it in..." He whimpers. Breaking at your request.

"O-Okay...I'll go slow." He looks between your bodies and carefully guides his cock to your entrance. His tip kisses your entrance so lovingly. He slowly moves his hips forward. Immediately purring in pleasure at the feeling of your heat engulfing him unforgivingly.

You both breathe heavily. Panting as you watch every inch of him slowly disappear into your love until the hilt of his cock is pressed flush against your pussy. The head of his cock is now gently kissing your cervix. You can feel every throbbing of his dick, every vein. You feel incredibly full.

And fuck does it feel good to be full of Jeno.

"You...oh God..." His eyes flutter closed, and he tries his hardest not to collapse. He's never been the type to finish fast, never being the man who cums from just putting it in. But he's never felt this good before.

Chills rush all over his weak body, but he holds himself together as you quiver underneath him. "A-Are you okay? Can I...Can I move?" With your eyes closed, you nod your head. Goosebumps form all over your skin, and your body goes weak.

"O...Okay..." He draws his hips back, his length dragging against your walls so slowly until just the tip is inside. He waits for a moment, panting as he trembles, and when he's finally calm enough he begins slowly thrusting into you.

Your walls flutter around his cock, eyes rolling back as the thickness of his cock splits you open.

Jeno takes in a sharp and slow deep breath, and he watches your face. Knowing that none of them could ever see you like this, feel you so deeply, and make you feel this way, fills him with triumph.

Every slow stroke is full of love, his hips desperately grinding down into you. Your velvety walls are an embrace he never wants to leave. Hearing you moan so helplessly underneath him makes his head feel fuzzy, the sound dizzing and addictive.

"Say my name." He demands through his own heavy breathing, "Please, say my name." Your head falls back into the pillows, your mind is so foggy, and your body feels like its floating.

His request is so possessive, like he wants to hear you say it just to fuel his ego. And you give that to him, calling his name in a low and erotic mewl that makes his eyes roll.

His pace changes. Going from slow and careful to hungry and lustful, the lewd sound of skin slapping together and the bed creaking begin to echo as he goes faster.

You open your eyes and look up at him through the fan of your eyelashes. Jeno meets your gaze right away. His pupils are blown wide with desire, and his breathing is labored. Just looking at you makes him feel feral.

He grabs your thighs and pushes them back, pressing them down just a little as he leans his body up and begins fucking into you with a needy and feverish pace.

"F-Fuck!" Your back arches deeply, and you grip the pillow behind your head, his cock ruthlessly slamming into you as he pushes your body into a mating press.

"You're so pretty...love you so so so so much, ss-fucking good, ahhh..." Jeno's words slur together as he becomes pussydrunk. The way your walls clamp onto him so deliciously makes it hard for him to control himself, and his moans grow louder.

"You like it? Hm, do...do you like how I fuck you?" Your eyes water, sex dripping and soaking the covers and folded clothes underneath you.

You nod your head, bobbing it up and down as your toes curl. "Mhmm, I love it, I love it soo...so much." Your voice becomes quiet, and Jeno begins fucking you faster.

He holds your body close, your legs stiff and shaking on the side of him as he kisses your neck. "M-Mine." His body tenses, a deep possessive growl leaving his mouth.

This was what he wanted. For you to be his and no one else but his. Claiming you in a way that no one else could, you being his roommate wasn't enough. It never was. And now, as he fucks himself into you with reckless abandon, his mind is set on marking you as his permanently. He wants to be a part of you, glued to you forever.

The way your walls wrap around him and pull him back in, how they stretch so perfectly for him-it's like you were meant to be his. Like you were made for him.

Jeno leans up, his pace slowing just a little as he grabs your face. "Look at me, baby." You find yourself struggling to do so, your vision is blurry, and you can hardly keep your eyes open. You just barely manage to do so.

Jeno loves this look on you. Fucked out and dazed, he made you feel that way. Not one of Donghyuck's jokes, not a compliment from Jaemin or Mark. He did. Jeno did.

"Y-Yea...just like that, keep those pretty, pretty eyes on me." His strokes start to build again, your eyes flutter, but you try your best to keep them on him.

You want to look at him, see his face contort with pleasure as he fucks you, watch him melt inside your walls, and lose himself deep inside of you.

The bed rocks, headboard hitting the wall with a steady rhythm. "Tell me you love me." Your brain feels like its melting, your eyes roll, and you open your mouth, moaning sinfully; "I love you, I love you, Jeno, I love you, I love you, I love you." You chant it to him, repeating yourself like a metronome.

"You love me?" Jeno's chest swells with warmth.

You nod, you look up at him with glossy eyes, and he does the same. Desperation is written on both your faces. He fucks you slowly. Letting you savor every inch of his cock, the way he fits so perfectly, and how you mold together like two halves of one whole.

"I love you so so much..." Your words come out in a slur as you pout your lips, your eyebrows knot together. A familiar tightness forms in your stomach, heat pooling inside of you.

Jeno's eyes roll, his head lolling back as he feels his own orgasm begins approaching. Your gummy walls around his cock feels like heaven to him. He wants the feeling to last forever, but he knows that he's just a few strokes shy of cumming.

It only dawns on him now that he's not wearing a condom, but the thought of cumming inside of you, flooding you with his cum, and marking you as his turns him on so much. He knows he should pull out, but he wants to breed you so badly.

"C-Can I cum inside of you?" You nod your head, empty and fuzzy, you agree. Fuck, your eagerness turns him on so badly. Jeno whimpers and kisses you, its messy and rough. Greedily you drink in each other's moans, your bodies rocking together perfectly in sync with one another.

"Gonna put a baby in you...mhm gonna knock you up, and and ha...ha..." Jeno squeezes his eyes shut, your pussy throbs and gushes around him as he fucks you into the mattress.

Sensitive and stimulated, your hands reach for something to hold onto, slapping onto his back, your nails graze his skin lightly at first before digging into his sweaty flesh.

He whines, grunting in your ear as his hips snap forward, pushing as deep as he'll go. You cling to him as if you'll fall apart without him, holding him close and wrapping your legs around his waist, forcing him to go deeper.

The rawness and passion make Jeno feel like crying; he feels like he'll melt inside of you.

"Mhm-so close."

"You gonna cum for me, baby?" Jeno asks lewdly. "You-ahh...you gonna cum on my cock?" You curse, the crushing weight of your orgasm approaching faster than you can process.

Your eyes go wide for a moment, jaw slack and body weak as you fall apart in his arms. The knot in your stomach tightens, that peak now surging toward you as every emotion comes crashing down on you all at once. Every moment of doubt you felt, all the questions of why and how he didn't feel the same way, and what you could change, all become a blur as the knot snaps and you cum undone for him again.

Your toes point toward the sky, and your nails dig deeply into his skin-sure to leave a mark that he'll cherish.

The feeling of your walls clamping down on him brings him to his own high, lewd, wet slapping sounds grow louder as he buries himself inside of you as deep as he possibly can.

His thick cock spasms inside of you, cum spurting out and painting your walls as he breeds you full. Your name falls from his lips, even as he cums, all he can think of is how much he loves you. His dick pulses inside of you, twitching as he empties his love deep inside of you, flooding you with his cum.

Finally, after so long, Jeno has marked you as his.

He allows you to relax before finally pulling out. He's careful not to hurt you.

You shiver at the feeling of emptiness, your pussy throbbing around nothing at all as his cum and your own juices leak out of you and coat his cock. He watches, admiring the way you look for a moment before placing a wholesome kiss on your sweaty forehead.

"Let me clean you up."

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You sit in the warm tub with Jeno behind you, he holds you lovingly as you lean your head back on his chest with your eyes closed.

"Y/N," Jeno calls, his chest vibrates against your back, and you reply in a quiet hum. "I'm sorry I was such an asshole before, I was just scared that I would mess up, or that someone would try to steal you from me." He admits.

You smile, chuckling sleepily as you look up at the ceiling. "Mess up?" Jeno nods in agreement, confirming what you'd said. "How?"

Jeno thinks for a moment, and for the first time, there aren't a billion thoughts in his head or confusing signals from his heart and gut that don't match his brain. Everything makes sense. "I guess I was just worried that we weren't ready for something like this, but I guess I was wrong."

You sigh softly, closing your eyes again and placing your hands on top of his. Your comfort gives him all the reassurance that he needs. "You're so silly, Jeno. I love you."

Jeno smiles, finally at peace, he replies happily, "I love you too, Y/N."

You sit silently for a while, enjoying the others' presence, and finally, the lights turn off with a flicker.

"Oh..."

"It's okay, there are candles in the closet, remember?"

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minors dni!!

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ᯓ★ dom!oh sion who HC…. x asfab reader ᯓ★

WARNING THIS HC INCLUDES THE FOLLOWING!

Dumbification, overstimulation, dom!idol, sub!reader, oral sex f!r/m!r, fingering, unprotected sex, breeding!kink, kissing, orgasm denial, praise, and more!

IF YOU ARE A MINOR GO AWAY!

::plus size friendly, woc in mind.

::wc 700.

Idk why I suddenly got an urge to write for Sion, but I can’t stop. I promise it’s not bc of that one clip (it’s probably bc of that hands up clip🤤) but I know everybody and they momma seen it and now everybody wants to fuck my man.

ᯓ★ Sion who’s such a fucking tease. Eating you out but not letting you finish, fingering you but never giving you more than one finger, only letting you grind against him but never putting his whole length inside of you. Getting off to the way you cling to him, laughing when you plead with him and only giving in when you bat your pretty eyes and say please the proper way—which could take several minutes, even an hour, for you to get right. And if you don’t then know that the night will end in you crying, of course he’ll kiss them away, cooing at you as he finally fucks you. Telling you how good you are for him and how much he likes it when you go dumb for him. Tricking you into thinking he’s not gonna let you cum just for him to force an orgasm out of you as you cry and beg him to let you cum.

ᯓ★ Sion who’s just so good at fucking you, his strokes are always perfect. Fucking you like it’s his job and he has bills to pay, so deep inside of you as he kisses you—and oh god is he such a good fucking kisser. You could cum just rubbing against him while he kisses you alone, but the added aspect of him fucking your body into the mattress while his tongue is in your mouth makes your brain melt away. Watching you drool and wither underneath him, reaching for him as you attempt to ground yourself—feeling like you’re slipping away. He’s so proud of the way he makes you feel, he wants you to be as loud as possible. Moan his name, chant it as if it was all you knew and he’ll show you why he’s the best you’ll ever have.

ᯓ★ Sion’s who’s obsessed with eating you out. He doesn’t believe he could ever get tired of tasting you on his tongue, feeling your walls clench and your clit throb, he loves it. He loves when you cum in his mouth, make a mess on his face and grind your pussy against his handsome face. He won’t come up until he’s sure you can’t cum anymore, not until his face is soaked and you couldn’t possibly cum again. Even if it means you might pass out, he could never get enough of feeling your pretty pussy on his tongue. If he tells you to sit on his face he means it, don’t hover—for your own sake, he’ll only punish you for doing so. He wants you fully sat while he eats you out until he’s drowning in your love.

ᯓ★ Sion who loves it when you suck his dick, throwing his head back as he praises you in a gentle tone. Teasing you when you gag, telling you to slow down and take your time. He’s never been the type to say he doesn’t cum from oral, because he does, but he wants it to last as long as possible so he won’t let you make him cum that fast. Instead he makes you kiss him when he gets close, whimpering as he guides you to come up for air and kiss him instead. His cock throbbing from the taste of his own precum on your tongue, the way you moan into his mouth with pride in how you make him feel only makes it harder for him to hold back. When he finally does cum he wants you to swallow it, don’t spill a drop or he’ll complain and make you lick it clean. And please kiss him afterwards because sharing is caring.

ᯓ★ Sion who secretly has a breeding kink, only mentioning it in passing until he finally feels it’s the right time. When you agree to letting him fuck you raw you never go back to condoms again, he loves the idea of knocking you up too much to put a condom on. The way you feel when he cums inside of you, knowing that you’d be carrying his child, swelling with his seed inside of you—fuck, it turns him on so much. He always slams his hips so deep inside of you when he cums, wiggling them so he can get as deep as possible, pulling your hips back into him or pushing your legs down further, anything to make sure you’ll be carrying his child.

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bully!dom oh sion x asfab reader//unedited//

WARNING THIS FANFIC INCLUDES!

sex, cursing, dumbification, smut w no plot, edging/orgasm denial, slightly mean idol!dom, tongue kissing, overstimulation, crying, squirting, and unprotected sex.

::plus sized friendly, woc reader in mind, fem pet names used.

wc: 1k

DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU ARE A MINOR!

Your body was aching. Sex dripping and soaking the sheets as the bed creaked under the weight of your bodies on top of it. Sion's teasing strokes were driving you insane, you were so close—right at the peak, and every time you were about to release he stopped. Making you lay there and wither, beg and cry for him to give you something—anything—the slightest bit of friction.

Your legs trembled as his strokes slowed again, a pout on your quivering lips as you looked up at him and whined. "Sion...pl-please..." You couldn't imagine how much it turned him on to see you plead like this. The smirk on his flushed and sweaty face couldn't begin to depict how much he loved the desperation in your eyes and voice.

"Please? Are you close?" He moved so slow it almost hurt, drawing his hips back slowly until only the head of his cock was inside of you. "You gonna cum baby?" Your eyes watered. You wanted to cry—you swore you were close to tears. "You wanna cum for me?"

Your head felt empty as you nodded it wildly, whimpering as his length slowly entered you again. A cry fell from your lips, your walls clenching around him. You could feel every inch of him, every vein and pulse. The knot in your stomach began to tighten once again, your love soaking his lower half. 

"Please, please let me cum, please please please." Your desperate cries only fueled his teasing more. His hips slowly moving forward building to a sharp and quick pace. Your back arched off the bed and your toes curled, gripping the pillow behind your head you turned your head away from him, shutting your eyes as tight as possible. "S-Sion! Sion! Oh-Oh fuck!"

The headboard slams into the wall, his ruthless pace causes your breathing to quicken. In between his own heavy breathing and moans he asked in a teasing tone, "You gonna cum baby? Hm? Is my pretty girl gonna cum on my cock?" You bit your lip and put your arm over your eyes—covering your face as you fell silent.

But Sion wouldn't allow this. He grabbed your arm to uncover your face and held it down. "Does it feel too good? Is my pretty girl going dumb for me?" You tried to open your eyes and look at him or at least to speak, but your body was failing you—words—sounds—nothing could escape you.

As you helplessly succumbed to the pleasure and torment of his body Sion grinned. Leaning down he captured your lips in a heated kiss, his tongue in your mouth as he fucked you. The feeling of his pillow like lips against yours made you moan into his mouth, you were so desperate for him—so completely and utterly pathetic and a mess. He loved it.

Your brain felt like it was melting, your eyes fluttered closed and rolled back. You couldn't take it anymore, you felt like you were going to explode—like the flood gates were opening and he was finally going to let you reach the top of that mountain. But the moment he felt your walls clamp down onto him he stopped and remained completely still

Pulling back he chuckled to himself as you raised your hips and cried out in frustration, desperate for him to move again. But he wasn't going to give it to you that easily, he wanted to see those glossy eyes fill with tears until they finally streamed down your cheeks.

"You want me to fuck you baby? Hm?" You panted like a dog, nodding your head as you looked up at him. "Say it, beg for it. Beg me to fuck you." You let out a sob, he was so cruel but it only turned you on more.

So you begged. Crying out humiliating and desperate confessions, pathetically pleading for him to fuck you until finally he felt satisfied. Grabbing your legs he pushed them back, a hungry look in his eyes as he purred out, "Good girl." Before finally giving you exactly what you wanted, reaching his hand down between your body's, his fingers finding their way to your clit.

He massaged the slippery bud with feverish hands, kissing you like his life depended on it as he buried himself inside of you over and over again. Your moans muffled and swallowed by the others mouth. Your legs wrapped around him, your stomach tightening as you clung to him and dug your nails into his back. The tears in your eyes finally fall, satisfaction filled Sion's body—pride filling his chest as you finally let out a real cry.

You struggled against him, not knowing if you wanted more or less—you grabbed at his hand but held him closer with your legs, begged him to keep going as you cried and shook your head.

"I-I can't...I can't take it...I'm gonna...I..." Your body stiffened and the sound of your wetness building grew louder and louder before finally an uncontrollable gush exploded from you. Soaking his body as he fucked you through an intense orgasm, you felt like you were being ripped in half in the most loving way possible. Like you were being torn to shreds, your mind goes blank and your body goes weak—silently slapping you hands around the bed for something to hold on to.

The feeling of your orgasm quickly brings Sion to his own, burying himself deep inside of you, grinding his hips into yours as he cums deep inside of you. Filling you up so much that it leaks out, knowing full and well that he should’ve pulled out instead.

Through hushed moans and heavy breathing he praises you, peppering your sweaty skin in loving kisses before kissing your lips. “You did so good for me…” His voice is horas and shaky as he slowly pulls out of you, letting his cum and your love wet the bed. Watching the mess he had a hand in making leak from you only turns him on more, biting his lip as he watches—muttering, “So fucking pretty…”

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ᯓ★LOVE ON THE COURTᯓ★ Zhong Chenle x asfab/woc reader

📀Now play: While We’re Young — By Jhene Aiko// “Baby, while we’re young we should just have fun

.ᐟ THIS FANFICTION CONTAINS THE FOLLOWING .ᐟ

🏀 Fluff, best friends to lovers energy, slow burn vibe, cursing, non!idol x reader, fem pronouns, popular/adored!idol, and kissing.

🏀 synopsis; after your best friends game you’re drawn back to the gymnasium in seek of shelter from the sudden rain he dawns the idea of a playful match to pass the time. but after some friendly banter it quickly turns into an intense battle that can only end one way.

🏀plus size friendly, written with woc in mind ㅤ♡

🏀w/c: 2.3k/pt.1/1 (maybe? I really liked this and I’m so sad about how short it is, but I have more so…we’ll see lol)

All feedback is always greatly appreciated, thank you for you for being so patient with me ♡

The court was empty. No one sat in the bleachers watching and there was no referee. Just you, Chenle, a ball, and a net.

The sudden rain outside was what led you here—going from a nice walk through the park after his game was his idea. But when it began to rain he had the perfect idea.

Sneaking back into the now empty gym. You didn't mind, your time with Chenle is always so short, so you were happy to see that he wanted to extend it instead of conceding to fate.

But then he said two simple words that turned the leisure hangout into a sweaty and competitive exercise.

"Wanna play?" You chuckled and eyed him then the ball.

"Play?" He nodded.

"Yeah," he said. "We can just shoot the ball, we don't have to play seriously."

This made you laugh.

"Thee Zhong, Mr. Competitive, good at everything, Chenle doesn’t want to play seriously?" You shook your head and playfully rolled your eyes. "What, you think I can't handle a real match against you?"

Chenle let out a loud and sharp laugh, cackling at your question. The answer was obvious—of course not. But your confidence and teasing demeanor humored him.

"I'm sure you can't, I wouldn't play against you seriously because you'd get all sulky, just like Jisung does."

You gasped in an animated manner and placed your hand on your chest, sitting up straight on the court as you looked at him and said; "Did you just compare my skills to Jisung?"

"No." He replied, "I wouldn't do Jisung like that, he can keep up with me on the court, but I'd run circles around you." He joked.

Though his words were lightheaded you felt so determined to prove him wrong, even if it was only by a little.

"Alright then, prove it." You stood up and towered over him in his seated position. Chenle looked up at you, a toothy grin on his face as he rested his arm on the ball.

"Y/N, you've seen me play right?" You shrugged. He chuckled and stood up, holding the ball in his hands as he looked you directly in your eyes.

"Alright, I don't have a problem with proving myself.  But let's make it a little more fun."

When he said this you felt your heart skip a beat. Last time he said this you ended up sending him an embarrassing video of you professing your undying support to him.

So you couldn't imagine what he'd ask you to do this time.

"Fine." You snatched the ball from him and took a step back. "But I hope you're ready for what'll happen if you lose."

Chenle snicked to himself and stepped back him.

"Wanna settle on it now? That way neither of us can back out." You nodded and tucked the ball under your arm.

"Okay," You replied. "If you lose then you have to send me a video saying I'm the best player you've ever gone against and that I'm the reason you work so hard."

Chenle sucked a breath in through his teeth and nodded his head slowly, pressing his lips together he hummed for a moment—coming up with something worse than that was easy. But he wanted to keep it simple.

"If I win, you have to give me a kiss on the cheek." You froze. A kiss on the cheek? It's not like it's on the lips, but for a long time now youve only been friends. Other than some healthy flirting, theres never been anything romantic about your friendship.

"A kiss on the cheek?" You repeated. Chenle nodded.

"Before and after every game until the season ends." 

Your expression gave away your nervousness. You couldn't imagine a world were you'd boldly kiss him before and after every single game. Not only would your friends be up your ass about it, but his fans would try to kill you.

Last time they thought the two of you were dating he had to stop them from attacking you.

"What's wrong? You scared?" You snapped out of your slightly dazed state and nervously laughed, shaking your head as you put on a confident grin and said; "Nope, I'm just thinking about how sad you'll be without those kisses."

Without allowing him a second to respond you bounced the ball to him, checking it to start the game.

"Sure you are."

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The first 20 minutes were easy, it almost felt too easy. You had scored four times already, and it was first to ten so it was in your favor. One more point and you'd be half way there without him having even one point.

It was almost too good to be true—you had the ball again and you were going down the court, ready to shoot, but just as the ball left your hands Chenle leaped up and smacked the ball away from the net.

Before you could react he had already shot the ball—scoring one point on you with ease.

You were quick to shake that off though, what's one point to your four?

But then one turned into two, and two to three; then finally, three to four. You were now drawn in points and your heart was pounding. Sweat dripping down from your foreheads as you stared at each other intensely.

"I have an idea." Chenle said through soft pants. You swallowed your spit and put your hands on your knees, trying to catch your breath.

"How about..." He paused, wiping the sweat from his brow. "The next point is the last." "Whoever gets to five first, wins."

You looked down at the floor—you really didn't want to stop at five, but truthfully you were exhausted and he looked like he was just getting started. His momentum seemed to be spiking while yours was dropping significantly. Still, you refused to lose to him. Not when you're so close.

Heavily sighing you stood up straight and said; "Fine, but don't back out when I win."

Chenle smirked and let out a breathy chuckle before passing you the ball.

"I'll let you take the first shot."

With the ball in your hands you gathered all your confidence and tried your best to hype yourself up. All you had to do was score once. That all, and it's so easy too. If you could just get past him and close enough to the net then you'd be fine.

With that thought in mind you planted your feet firmly on the ground and dribbled the ball a few times.

'Focus Y/N.' You thought to yourself. You looked down at the ball and then up at Chenle, his cocky expression gave you horrible nerves.

You couldn't tell if it was the thought of kissing him or your desire to win, both thoughts had your stomach in knots and made your knees feel like noodles.

You looked behind him at the net and inhaled deeply. 'I can do this.'

And finally, you took your first step towards the net. Rushing towards him you dribbled the ball the best you could, you were hoping to throw him off by practically charging toward him. He didn't move at first, he let you get close in fact.

It was as if he knew exactly what you were going to do and how you were going to do it.

His eyes followed you as you went around him and the moment you did he was right on the side of you. Following you down the court.

You felt cornered, the net seemed so much higher and your legs were tired. If you didn't take the shot now he'd just steal the ball and you'd be damned if he got the ball and made you chase him around for it.

It was now or never, so in a panic you made the quick decision to shoot the ball—unfortunately, it was a complete airball.

It bounced off the wall and came right back into the court, and before you could react he snatched the ball and sprinted towards the other side of the court, pure determination in his every step.

You watched from the other side, too tired to chase him—it would've been pointless anyway. You knew he was going to win.

"Y/N!" He called out. You stood there panting, sweating like a dog. "This is for you."

Before turning around he winked and blew you a kiss before shooting the ball. The sound of the ball hitting the net echos, a loud swoosh and the balls bouncing hitting the walls and signifying your loss.

"Aghh! That's not fair!" You whined.

Chenle laughed and jogged over to you.

"You were the one who said you could take me." You rolled your eyes. "Whatever, I'm going home I need to shower."

You began to walk off, going towards your bag—But Chenle stops you.

"Ah, ah, ah." You huffed and looked back at him as he held your arm in his warm hand. "Where are you going? Where's my kiss?"

You looked at him in disbelief.

"Kiss?! You said before and after every game!"

"That was a game, was it not?" You groaned and rolled your eyes. Feeling salty about your loss.

It wasn't that you didn't want to kiss him, it was just the thought of something even slightly intimate with Chenle made you feel so strange. You'd never admit it out loud, not to him or your friends at least. But you've done everything in your power to ignore how attractive he is, and yet even the slightest touch from him makes you feel so giddy.

"C'mon, you agreed. And it's just on the cheek, it's not like I'm asking you to makeout with me or something." He teased.

"Unless..." You whipped your head to him and he laughed, as if he could see right through your upset expression.

"I'm joking! I'm joking!" He said with his hands up in defense.

Chenle could tell you were nervous, the way you looked at him gave it away. But he knew that even more than that you have always been curious about him, you couldn't hide the passion in your eyes to save your life. It's written all over your face.

At all of his games you smile so brightly that it almost blinds him, cheering the loudest among the crowd and even being there to support him in his rare moments of defeat.

He's never missed the way you watch him in awe or how you get so shy around him. Chenle has a keen eye for the way you specifically react to him and he could never miss any of those things.

"Look," Chenle started with a more gentle expression. "We can close our eyes, that way you won't feel as nervous."

"I'm not nervous!" You quickly rebutted.

"Okay then, kiss me." Your stomach dropped to your ass when he said that. It's an easy request, it's just a kiss on the cheek but the way he said it made your brain short circuit.

"Okay...I will..." You said in an ‘as of matter of fact’ tone. He grinned and turned his head, leaning toward you with his eyes closed.

You took one last deep breath and closed your own eyes, leaning in slowly. Inching toward him until finally your lips met his cheek. You waited a few seconds before leaning back and waiting for his reaction.

Chenles entire face was flushed, the tips of his ears were as red as could be it was clear that he enjoyed it a little too much from how his eyes shined with amusement and joy, the lingering passion in them the same as your own.

"Mhmm..." He licked his lips and shook his head. "I don't think that's enough."

You scoffed—trying to hide your embarrassment as you questioned him.

"What do you mean it's not enough? You can't just change your mind all of a sudden."

Chenle shook his head and waved his finger at you, "You can't kiss one cheek and leave the other out."

You rolled your eyes; "I have two cheeks and you can kiss both if you think I'm giving you another just because."  You replied. "Besides, we agreed on it before the game, no changing it now." You turned on your feet and began walking away from him again with an unshakable smile on your face, this time he didn't stop you.

He watched you collect your things with a grin on his face, his heart fluttering and his stomach full of butterflies.

As you slung your bag over your shoulder Chenle rushed to your side and quickly grabbed his things, "You're acting like you didn't like it." He said. Throwing his bag over his shoulder he tucked his ball under his arm and followed you out the large gymnasium.

"Like it?" You scoffed playfully as he walked beside you. The rain stopped long ago, the sun was now out and shining and the grass was wet—sparkling as you walked along the darkened sidewalk with Chenle by your side. "Why would I enjoy kissing your sweaty face?"

"I'm not that sweaty, you make me sound gross. Besides, sweating is good for you." You shook your head and continued walking. "It couldn't have been that bad." You laughed and nodded your head.

"It was." Truthfully, it was the furtherest thing from bad. As innocent as it was, your lips were left tingling. You couldn't wait for his next game.

"Let me see, stand still." You paused and looked at him confused. "Huh?" Without any explanation Chenle kissed you on the cheek.

It was a short and wholesome peck, but enough to make your heart skip a beat. It felt like the world had frozen for just a moment. Chenle looked at you, staring you in your eyes—not a single thing outside of his eyes could move you.

"See, it wasn't that bad." You couldn't even react to what he'd said, you were too stunned to register it.

"I knew you were just overreacting."

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ᯓPhone sex HC with- MKL•NJM•PJS ᯓ★

ᯓ“All you gotta do is say yes…”. ᯓ★

WARNING: This fanfiction includes; Phone Sex, Masturbation, Guided Masturbation, Praise, Suggestive content, Cursing, Dirty Talk, and more. If you are a minor, GO AWAY. If you are triggered by any of these things, kindly look away •u•

|asfab reader//fem pet names used ‘pretty girl’ ‘good girl’ ‘special girl.’ Plus size friendly, poc reader in mind ᢉ𐭩|

ᯓFeedback,notes, and reposts are always greatly appreciated and constructive criticism is always welcome, enjoy ᯓ★

ᢉ𐭩NA JAEMINᢉ𐭩

You can hear him breathing, his voice is like honey. His words dragging as he purrs soft commands in your ear.

“Just like that baby, ooohhh my pretty girl, I bet you look so pretty for me right now.” He doesn’t touch himself, just enjoying the sounds you make. From the sound of your breathing to your slightly muffled moans.

He doesn’t want to be too mean tonight. Jaemin knows just how much his special girl misses him, so when you get close he asks you to wait. “Can you do that for me baby, can you hold it?” You reply in a whiny and desperate tone saying yes, but your whole body jolts when he calls you a good girl for being so obedient.

“I want you to tell me just how much you miss me, tell me how badly you wish I was there and I’ll let you cum, okay?” Although he can’t see you, your head nods frantically.

You don’t notice until youve started spewing lewd cries of love and desperation, but he’s finally started touching himself. Getting off to the sound of you telling him that you just can’t live without him, how you miss the way he fills you up and how tightly he holds you.

But he doesn’t cum, if he was trying to get off then you’d be on the phone for hours because he’d never feel satisfied.

“You gonna cum baby? Hm?” He knows you’re there when you stop replying, all he can hear is faint slapping sounds—he loves the way you fuck yourself crazy for him.

It’s not until you hear his voice telling you that it’s okay to cum that you finally let go, letting out sweet cries of his name as you do so.

ᢉ𐭩JISUNG PARKᢉ𐭩

Jisung wasn’t sure about phone sex, despite the hotel walls being as thick as a cinder block—Chenle was next door and there was no telling when he’d pound on the door or if he could hear. But when you called his name in that coaxing voice Jisung couldn’t stop himself from slipping his hand underneath the band of his adidas pants. You giggle at the sound of him shuffling around in his hotel bed, knowing that he likely has anything and everything on it. He misses you so much, he knows that just jerking off wont be enough and he’s not afraid to voice that. “I want to kiss you so bad baby, I wish you were here right now.” He swallows thickly, asking you if you’re touching yourself too. His awkward question and shy laugh is so enduring. “Go slow…I want our paces to match.”

You follow his request and melt into pleasure. There isn’t too much talking at first, Jisung is listening for you and you’re listening for him until you ask him to talk. “Uhm, what-what do I say?” His brain is so foggy, his slow movements up and down his cock feels so treacherous. But with a push he gets the hang of it, muttering soft praises—his deep and soft voice is dripping with lust. Every word coming out slowly, so full of passion and unfiltered desire.

“I…I wanna be inside you so bad baby…” Every thing he says, no matter how sweet or how dirty pushes you closer and closer.

It takes him a moment to realize, but when he does he encourages you to finish for him. “Cum for me baby, I wanna hear your voice…mhm…I-I wanna hear you say my name and-and feel you, feel you so…so fucking deep.” As your voice grows louder his does the same, the sounds of your voice and his fill the hotel room as euphoria washes over you both.

ᢉ𐭩MARK LEEᢉ𐭩

You called him late at night, he was still in the studio and his voice sounded so tired. “Hey baby…” he purred in a sleepy tone, it was bad enough that you were missing him so badly. But he was so carelessly turning you on—you felt guilty for the way you asked him to keep talking as you slipped your hand into your underwear. “What are you doing up late baby, you couldn’t sleep without hearing my voice?” Of course he knew what you were doing. Youve told him too many times that his voice turns you on for him not to know you’d be touching yourself to it.

Luckily for you he’s so vocal and instead of shaming you, he eggs it on. “Baby, you know it’s dangerous for you to call me like this while I’m working.” He said playfully in a low and soft tone, you could hear him smiling as he spoke. He was obviously entertained by how little he had to do to get you off, the way you shamelessly moaned into the speakers made him feel so proud. “You sound so pretty for me baby, you missed me that much?” His question only made you feel lightheaded with desire. “Ooh, baby, I know you missed me more than that, right? Show me how much you missed me.”

Your shaky voice is so cute to him, the way you helplessly call out his name and beg for him to come over—pleading despite knowing he’s half way across the world for another week.

“It’s okay baby, I’ll be there soon. I’ll take care of you just like you need, you want that baby?”

When you don’t respond he just chuckles, knowing from your sudden heavy breathing and broken calls of his name that you’re about to cum.

“Be as loud as you want baby, it’s just me.”

Finally when you release he’s laughing to himself, praising and comforting you—wishing he wasn’t working and that he could’ve gotten off too….

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Svt. Lee Seokmin x reader |wip/scrap|

If you are a minor GO AWAY! Thank you :)

Sorry I keep posting wips, this was something I was thinking of finishing since it’s soooo short but my brain had other plans. Feedback is greatly appreciated, thank you for reading!

     What were you thinking? It was already risky enough to invite him in while your roommates are home, knowing full and well that they have a strict no boys rule ever since one of them was caught having sex in the kitchen. But inviting him over knowing how loud the two of you get was even worse.

He was just so convincing; he said that he'd be in your city for three days, he was busy for one but he'd be free the day after. You told him that you'd rather meet him somewhere else but he couldn't wait: "I like your place though, it smells like you. Don't you miss me being in your bed?" He was right, you missed him and you couldn't wait...no matter how hard you tried you couldn't ignore how badly you wanted him. So, you told him to come over knowing that you wouldn't possibly be able to keep your voice down with him so deep inside of you.

Every time he moves his hips your body is hit with a new jolt of pleasure that makes it harder for you to keep your voice down, you don't dare to look at him—the sight of him would break you into a billion pieces.

"You-You're so..." You shush him and nod your head, closing your eyes tightly as you hide your face in the crock of his neck and whisper in a broken moan "Q-Quiet, please." But even the slightest sound of your voice made him feel unbelievably feral.

Grabbing your hips tightly Seokmin pressed his feet into the bed and began slamming you down onto him, his hips meeting yours halfway as the sound of your skin clashing together becomes louder and louder with every thrust: leaving only the sounds of the tv to drown it out. Your body shutters and you hold onto him tighter, your nails dug into his shoulders as you cling to him, your warmth squeezing him so tightly—the thickness of his cock makes your brain feel so fuzzy and empty.

"Seo...Seok...Seok..." Your eyes roll back as you try not to scream his name. Youcan hear him whimper, his struggle is evident. His body trembles as he holds you just as tight, he softly curses under his breath. "Baby...baby please..." His voice quivers as he speaks in a breathy and hushed voice filled with desperation. "If you...if you say my name..." he pauses as his thrusts become messy and slightly more erratic, "I...fuck...if you...if you say my name...I-I won't...I can't..." His voice goes quiet and he flips you over.

In the blink of an eye your legs are wrapped around his waist. The headboard knocked against the wall, sure to wake your sleeping roommates and your voices grew louder….

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Jaemsung threesome thoughts |unedited wip/scrap|

asabf/fem reader (she/her used, fem pet names used. i.e “good girl.” “Pretty girl.”)

This fanfiction includes the following: Oral sex f.r, fingering, double penetration(anal+vaginal), overstimulation, humiliation, dirty talk, kissing, nipple play, cursing, and more. IF YOU ARE A MINOR GO AWAY!

A threesome with Jaemin and Jisung was so nerve wrecking, you were shocked that they were even open to the idea of one, but they were both so sure. They’re both so big and strangely mix well when it comes to their style of sex, so you agreed easily.

Jaemin being so turned on by you being embarrassed by how good everything feels, he’d help Jisung relax a little more—making comments about how you react to all of his touches.

“She can’t even keep her eyes opened.” He’d tease as Jisung slid his fingers into you. Of course when Jisung notices your erotic expression he feels more confident in his touches.

The soft moans that emits from your mouth fuels the perverted side of them both, bringing out a horribly sinful duo. With Jisung fingering you and Jaemin kissing you it’s impossible to form a single thought. When Jaemin goes from just kissing you to groping your breasts, using his mouth to stimulate your nipples—Jisung decides that he can go further.

Going from fingering you to eating you out. It doesn’t take long for him to become drunk from the power he feels, being able to cause you so much pleasure that your whole body reacts makes him feel like he’s on top of the world.

“Does it feel good, hm?” Again, Jaemin can’t spare you a second of peace. As you succumb to the pleasure he mocks you. Asking you if Jisungs mouth feels good, making you describe how good his tongue feels on your pussy while praising him.

Jisung only becomes more perverted—closing his eyes as he grinds against the mattress, moaning into your pussy as he gets off to your praise and humiliation.

“Are you gunna cum, hm? You gunna cum on Jisungs tongue?”

Beside you, Jaemin presses open mouth kisses on your hot skin. The taste of your sweat and the feeling of your pulse on his tongue turns him on even more.

Strangled moans leave your mouth as you try your hardest to get out one clear ‘yes.’ You could only nod your head when Jisung began rubbing messy circles on your clit. With just a few more pushes from Jaemin and Jisung’s tongue you finally broke, releasing all over the lower half of Jisung’s face.

Of course this isn’t the end though, Jaemin has to eat you out next; so he switches positions with Jisung. The difference in the way they eat you out is so noticeable.

While Jisung is more careful, seemingly unsure despite his skill—Jaemin doesn’t hesitate. It’s clear that Jisung eats pussy for your pleasure, while Jaemin does it for his own.

Immediately your body jerked, you reached down and put your hands in his hair. You were hoping that Jisung would help you relax into the pleasure since it was clear you were sensitive, but instead —with a foggy mind, Jisung began kissing you.

Jaemin at first focused on just gauging how sensitive you were, and when he got an answer he stopped holding back.

Your legs trembled beside his head, threatening to shut at any given second as your hips bucked against his face. It took Jaemin to hold you down with his arm to keep you still. And when Jisung finally stopped kissing you he held your hands in place.

Unlike Jaemin he didn’t say much to embarrass you, his words were mostly of praise. Complimenting your taste, muttering how pretty your pussy is and how sexy your voice sounds.

“You taste so good when you cum, are you gunna let Jaemin hyung taste it too?”

Your body trembles against Jisung as he sits behind you, keeping you in place.

“It’s okay, I got you…I got you.”

When Jaemin looks at you he grins against your pussy, knowing you’re getting close again. You half expect him to stop but instead he keeps his eyes on you, it’s like he’s saying that he dares you to break eye contact. And you know better than to do that, so you do your best not to.

With Jaemin’s eyes on you, his mouth against your pussy. And Jisung’s body behind you, his dick pressed against your back—it felt like you were being turned into jelly.

As you got closer you couldn’t help but break eye contact, leaning your head back against Jisung as your hips shuttered against Jaemin’s face.

“There you go, such a pretty girl~look at that.”

Deciding on a position is easy. Knowing that your body is likely tired from cumming twice in a row, they decide that it would be cruel to make you do more than stand. So, Jaemin gets behind you, and Jisung gets in front of you.

The nervous feeling you had inside of you is soothed by their reassurance that they’ll be gentle and go slow until you’re ready for more. And just like they promised, they both enter you slowly. The thin wall separates their thick cocks inside of you—you can feel them both slowly sliding inside.

“Gosh you—you’re so tight…” Jisung whispered.

Your mind goes blank the second both of them are fully inside, neither of them move until they’re sure you’re fine. Jaemin is the first to ask; “Are you okay baby?” Jisung is too busy trying his hardest not to crumble under how good your pussy feels.

You weakly nod your head, gripping Jisung’s shoulders as your legs tremble. Jaemin does his best to keep you up straight, but it only becomes harder when they finally start moving—your body goes completely weak as they start slowly fucking you.

Your head falls back on Jaemin’s shoulder and they both attack opposite sides of your neck.

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Do you guys want the scrapped wips that I know I won’t finish, or would you rather me only post fully completed things? I’m asking because I always take so long to post and I have sooooo many wips that I just won’t ever finish, and sometimes I want to post them but I always feel a little bad because I’m not sure if that’s fair. What do you think?

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JISUNG X FEM READER //short//

[WARNING, this short includes the following: overstimulation, dumbification, unprotected sex, and cursing. If you are a minor, LEAVE. If you are triggered by any of these things, kindly look away. Thank you]

Writers block is killing me, but I’m finally finished with my non!idol stalker Jisung fic and part 2 of my non!idol asmrist Jeno fic, plus, i finished the Jungwoo o/s. So i hope y’all don’t mind how short this is, just bear with me until those are posted please, thank all of you so much for the feedback and support on my Mark fic as well ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა it meant a lot to me.

less than 1k wc feedback is always appreciated <3

Jisung is such a cry baby when he’s fucking you. So pussy drunk and overstimulated, he tries he best to apologize for how hard he’s fucking you, feeling bad for how deep he is and how much he’s stretching you out.

Fucking you into the mattress as he moans desperate sorries into your ear, so high off you that he can’t stop himself from pervertedly rambling about how good it feels inside of you.

Even after two rounds he’s still not tired, his strokes just as sharp and quick as before.

‘j-ji…sensitive…it’s…too much…please.’ Your soft pleas don’t stop him though.

Your hot, slick, and soft walls feel so good around him. He loves the way they convulse and squeeze him so tightly.

To help you though the creeping overstimulation—which really just makes it worse, he’ll rub your poor, swollen clit.

His long slender fingers messily massaging the sensitive nub as he kisses you.

‘So pretty, so so pretty.’

It doesn’t take long for another orgasm to rip through your body. Making you tremble as you weakly push against his pelvis, trying your hardest to escape the almost painful pleasure.

‘m’sorry baby, so sorry just a little longer…you’re just—so pretty, you feel so good baby.’ He can hardly form a sentence longer than this, anything else and it’s incoherent moaning and whining.

You know when he says this he means at least half an hour longer, but poor overstimulated Jisung fucked himself dumb and all he cares about is being as deep inside of you as possible.

His words a slurred, incoherent mess. He’ll keep muttering mindlessly ‘just a little longer.’ His voice cracking and whiny as he fucks you faster.

When he finally gets close again his apologies stop, he goes silent—quiet grunts and heavy breathing leaving his mouth occasionally as he fucks the air out of your lungs.

His strokes going from somewhat calculated to messy, uneven, and wild.

The head of his cock kissing your cervix with every thrust, he’s so deep that he’ll likely leave you sore but all that’s on his mind is filling you up until he can’t anymore.

‘gonna…gonna cum…fu-fuck!’ His voice cracks as he cums inside of you, the thick and hot substance hitting your cervix so aggressively as he slams down into you. Remaining completely still as it spurts out.

It’s his third time coming that night and he finally looks a little worn.

His hair is a mess, he’s drenched in sweat, red from his neck up, and breathing like a man being chased.

Jisung stays completely still for a second, too sensitive and tired to move he just waits until he’s no longer hard; which takes a little too long for both of your liking.

When he’s finally calmed down, he makes sure to pull out slow. Knowing that he’d abused your poor pussy for far too long for him to be so careless.

‘I’m sorry baby, it wasn’t too much, right?’

You can only make manage to shake your head, closing your eyes as he lays beside you.

‘I’ll get you a warm towel.’

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haechan forcing jisung’s head firmly between your folds with the most devious smile ever ૮꒰ ྀི >⸝⸝⸝< ྀི꒱ა. your cute little black laced panties, with the cutest pink bow to top it off pushed over to the side by haechan— whose fingers were tangled in ji’s hair as he went in on your cunt. completely pussy drunk and messy, your arousal all on his chin and nose.

“you love how he eats your pretty little pussy? huh doll?” haechan would ask, he would be so mean. laughing when your thighs would start trembling. “please make him stop- can’t take it . . .”

“you wanna stop?” he didn’t ask you, no, he asked a pussy drunk jisung— to which he, of course, shook his head no. sucking your sensitive clit into his mouth, causing you to cry out. attempting to push his head away, haechan slapped your thigh harshly, gripping your hands in his firmly. “give him what he wants, i don’t think he’s stopping any time soon.”

now on your fourth orgasm, back to back, barely minutes in between them. your juicy, lipgloss-covered bottom lip quivered as it felt like your nerves were on fire affecting every part of your body up to your lips, begging haechan to give you a break but he just laughed in your face. your nails instantly gripping the sheets when he let go of your hands, trying to twist your body away. but two pairs of hands holding you down . . . was something else.

“hyung, look at how she’s gripping my fingers,” jisung grunted in awe as if it was the coolest thing he’d ever seen. always talking as if you weren’t there in front of them.

“fuckkk you’re gripping him. so fucking pathetic, i thought you were done?” haechan would mumble out staring at your pussy as if he would start devouring you at any second now.

jisung dived back in, you could’ve swore he moaned. the dazed look in his eyes from your pussy alone scared and awed you. tongue fucking you at one moment then his fingers curling at your g-spot with sucks and slurps to your sensitive nub the next.

“‘m coming again ji~” you hiccuped, haechan sneaking his hands up to press just above your pelvis making you loosen up your muscles and spongy, warm walls. it was as if your insides were on fire, caving in to utter weakness. “no wait-”

squirting in return. you let out choked gasps, tugging jisung’s hair . . . anything to get him away. you mewled as you watched him hold out his tongue in hopes of catching some of the liquid in his mouth. haechan slapped your clit repetitively to prolong your orgasm and out of reflex your hand went to his wrist harshly pushing it away, making him laugh at you.

the sight of jisung licking your folds gently, taking in the essence of what he had just done made you shudder. lucky for you they let you lay and pant for a couple of seconds. preparing yourself for haechan who was ten times worse and always refused to let up— to the point where jisung sometimes got worried.

haechan then went to spit on your pussy, it dripping down your glossy folds like honey. “fuck he ruined you,” he whispered laying soft puckered kisses on your swollen clit and puffy folds. jisung going up to suck at your pert nipples lazily. you were so utterly exhausted that you attempted to close your legs from a touch so soft. “when did our doll become so slutty.”

he’d degrade you making you pout and deny, feeling so humiliated. shushing you when you’d try to reply making you feel even more dumb. “dolls don’t talk back.”

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who’s a moaner and who isn’t? (in wayV)

got some inspiration... ><

18+ mdni.

warnings: humiliation, degradation.

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listen, everyone. men who are totally silent in bed are so cringey. but you also surely want to know who are the loudest/whiniest/etc., so...

xiaojun xiaojun big time moaner. literally moans as much as you (maybe more than you if you're not so vocal), but ofc it's deeper and sounds more like grunts/sighs. the type to speak a lot too and get cut off by his moans. he either degrades the shit out of you or praises you. no in between. xiaojun is hard to understand... he hates your guts or loves them :)

winwin winwin... poor baby only whines. and cries. will have his waterline full of tears once he's very close, moans your name followed by a cute, pathetic "please". but i think his moans still sound kinda deep because we all know how deep his voice is, especially in songs (aka *rodeo*). he doesn't say much other than incoherent pleas :/ don't degrade him though, don't even dare. this baby DESERVES to be worshipped.

ten we said before that ten is a whiny dom and i still very much agree. lots of (endless) talking, but my man also laughs ... at you. i can't imagine a ten who isn't smiling and smirking, not making fun of every little sound you let out. he loves to humiliate you. but i think he can be very loving sometimes too and it's when he's the whiniest, moaning stuff about your pretty pussy and tits.

yangyang i think there's either subby!yangyang who repeats over and over again that he's close, that he'll cum in you, that he can't stop fucking you... or dom!yangyang who just can't stop from commenting every single one of your expressions/noises. he smiles so much because he knows he's fucking you silly, it boosts his ego a lot.

kun kun doesn't talk that much, i think he rather prefers you talking, calling him gege (obvi) and saying how good he feels (or how bad it hurts...). i totally see him being out of breath, mouth open, taking big puffs of air in. or hissing, sucking air through his teeth... you know, because he's so big and your cunt is so tight :(

hendery henderyyyy ... well you knooowww... he grunts while having his face hidden in the crook of your neck... he hisses and curses :/ like, he's obsessed, all he talks about is you; how much of a pretty girl you are, how much he likes you, how bad he needs you... he always has the faintest smirk on his lips because he just knows you're in love with him too and you will never get fucked this good by anyone else <3 he kinda makes fun of you as well, but it's out of adoration, mostly imitating you or laughing when you can't respond to him.

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I’m writing a fic rn for nct, but I can’t decide who fits the theme more ~.~ so I’ll let y’all pick. Please tell me who you think it’d fit more, feedback is always appreciated and welcomed🩷

WIC 👇

[“Well, if you want me to stay so bad, beg me to stay.” You replied in a joking manner.

You expected for him to whine, and complain, and say that he was being serious. Thinking that he’d just you to stay the night again, as he disregarded your playful request.

But instead, he dropped to his knees, looking up at you with his face flushed and desperation in his eyes as he caressed the back of your thighs and asked; “Please stay with me, I need you here tonight. I’ll do anything, just stay with me, please?”]

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MARK.LEE x F BLACK READER - SO ANXIOUS

“We can’t just keep talking ‘bout the last time…you were here, what we did…”

//This fictional oneshot includes the following: unprotected sex, fem pet names (good girl, pretty girl.) mentions of masturbation, oral sex, nipple play, tongue kissing, and mentions of getting caught. If you are a minor GO AWAY! But if you are triggered by any of these things please look away kindly, thank you.//

|5.4k wc| feedback is much appreciated>^< |

  You sat on Donghyuck's couch feeling frustrated. He invited you over but went to bed in the middle of the movie, and because it was so late he recommended that you stay the night. So you sat on the couch sulking as you continued the movie you were supposed to finish with Hyuck. 

"Y/N?" You flinched hearing Mark's voice in the darkness, immediately you grabbed the remote, nervously fumbling it around before pausing the movie and turning your head to him. 

"I didn't know you were here, why are you sitting there by yourself?" He asked. You shifted around nervously and laughed a little. 

"Uhm, Hyuck went to bed early." You responded, "We were supposed to be watching a movie but he kept dozing off." You explained. 

Mark nodded, in the dimly lit living room you could just barely make out him stuffing his hands into the pockets of his pajama pants. Standing there awkwardly.

"I didn't know you were here either, he didn't uhm..." You cleared your throat and sat up straight, "He didn't tell me." Mark nodded again and looked at the tv, then back at you.

“So uhm, what’re you watching?” He asked, you turned back to the tv and raised your eyebrows. “Oh!” You exclaimed, “Uh, Don’t Buy The Seller. It’s about this woman who buys a used dryer or something from this guy but it doesn’t work…” 

You paused for a moment. It’s been so long since you’ve been alone with Mark. Ever since a slight mishap four months ago, you’ve been so awkward around him. Although he seems to be mostly comfortable, it’s obvious that your reaction to what happened still has him on eggshells. 

With a slight hesitation you looked back at him and asked; “Do you wanna…watch it with me?” In an anxious manner he responded: “Yeah, that’d be nice.” 

Now as Mark sat beside you with his hands sweating and his heart pounding, you both sat facing forward—watching the movie in complete silence. It was like you were both afraid to move. The remnants of that night still fresh in your mind. 

You can still see it so clearly in your head. The way he held you against his body, ignoring the sounds of your friends playfully cheering as they egged you both on—he slowly leaned in and you followed. Sat on his lap with your hands pressed softly against his chest, and gripping his shirt when your lips finally touched. 

It was just a short kiss. It only lasted about seven seconds, no more and no less. But, it was so intimate, and intense, and passionate. Your mind felt so clouded afterwards and you couldn’t even continue playing the game. 

“Awww! Are you really forfeiting?!” Chenle teased. If not for their teasing, that kiss wouldn’t have happened—a good and a bad thing. When you looked at Mark you felt like your whole body was going to burst into flames. Of course you went home early that night.

In Marks mind, as he sits beside you all he can think about is how much you must regret that day. Watching you frantically put on your jacket and shoes as you ordered a cab home made him feel so stupid. It was his fault for accepting the dare. If he’d just said no then he would have only had to take a shot. But when you looked at him and laughed as you teased him about being scared, he felt like he was finally winning. 

If only he could go back in time and force himself to say no or deny Chenle’s insane dare. Then he wouldn’t be sitting next to you feeling so anxious. 

Neither of you had moved an inch or said a word, it only made the tension worse. You couldn’t tell if it was hot or if you were only imaging things. You couldn’t stay like this, you felt like you were going to suffocate. 

You opened your mouth to speak, slowly turning to him—but Mark was going the same thing. Before you could get a word out he spoke. 

“I’m sorry.” 

“Huh?” 

You looked at Mark with a confused expression. What did he have to be sorry about? The tension? The silence? The heat? The kiss? Why would he apologize? It’s not even like him, he always goes completely silent before apologizing first. That’s not his thing.

“For kissing you…I shouldn’t have, I should’ve said no.” Slowly, the confused expression on your face turned into a look of amusement. 

You grinned a little and cocked your head to the side.

“Why would you be sorry about that?” 

He had no reason to feel that way. You wanted to kiss him, you made it known the moment Chenle gave him the dare. You were literally shaking in your seat waiting for Mark to say yes, if anything—you felt it was your fault for teasing him when he looked like he was going to back out. 

“I mean, for making you uncomfortable. If I knew you didn’t feel that way then I wouldn’t have-“ You stopped him, snickering as you asked; “Uncomfortable? Did I look uncomfortable?” 

He paused, now looking at you with a blank expression. It’s obvious Mark remembers that night differently from you, so you ask him.

“Do you remember how that night went?” Slowly shaking his head he licks his lips and says; “I’ll be honest, it’s kinda like, not a blur but like patchy? Like I can remember it, but I can only remember you leaving and then you being super nervous around me afterwards.” 

You rolled your eyes playfully, the movie still playing in the background. 

“I told you to kiss me, I even made fun of you for almost saying no to the dare. If anything, I should be saying sorry.” 

Realization hit him like a bus. His eyes slowly widened and he let out a nervous laugh, covering his mouth as he said; “Really?” With a smile on his face. 

“I mean, I just can’t remember you saying that. Like I remember you teasing me about it, but I don’t remember you telling me to you know, kiss you.” 

The awkward tension had finally fallen off your shoulders, but it was quickly replaced with one much more intense—enjoyable, but heavy and sexual. 

Even like this Mark is so charming. His anxious stammering and his facial expressions are just as swaying as always. How could you not want him? 

“How could you forget that? What were you thinking about while I was on your lap?” You asked, Mark immediately looked away from you and shook his head. Chuckling to himself. 

“Nothing…” You raised your eyebrows at his suspicion response and asked again. “Pfft. I’m not telling you.” 

“Why not?” 

“Because…” 

“Because what?” You pressed. 

Mark paused. His thoughts were getting the better of him. How could he admit his filthy thoughts out loud? How can he possibly tell you how in that single moment every fantasy he’d had, every time he’d shamefully touched himself, fucked his fist, and said your name—played in his mind and drowned out the sound of your voice? 

“I uhm…I don’t remember.” He lied. 

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, for some reason, you wanted to know what it was that turned that night into a jigsaw puzzle in his mind. So, you mustered up all the courage you had and channeled your most confident self. 

But with a shaky voice you asked; “Should we recreate it then?” Mark laughed, his voice cracking as he said loudly; “What?!” So unbelievably anxious. 

“To jog your memory, obviously there’s a lot you don’t remember. Should we refresh your mind?” 

He couldn’t believe he was doing this. Sitting beside you with his tongue pressed against his cheek and his legs spread, he leaned his head back against the couch and let out a short puff of air. Trying to regulate his body.

“Y-Yeah…” Mark looked at you, his head resting on the couch as he said in a soft and slightly desperate tone: “Help me remember it…” 

You felt like you were going to melt. Slowly, you stood up knocking the soft blanket that covered your legs onto the floor. You stood in front of him, preparing yourself mentally for what was about to happen. You wouldn’t dream of backing out now. 

“Are you sure you want to do this though?” Mark wrapped his hand around the back of your thigh, pulling your body between his legs as he looked up at you with his eyebrows knotted together and his face red. 

“If I weren’t I wouldn’t have asked.” 

You tried to seem confident, but as you inhale deeply and placed your knee on the couch beside his waist you felt your whole body begin to tremble in excitement. 

“Let me help you…” Mark grabbed your hand and sat back further on the couch. Allowing your legs to fold on the sides of his hips as you slowly sat down. 

The second you were seated on his lap you both felt flashes of heat wash over your bodies. You could feel the heat from his thighs through both of your thin pajama pants, and you were praying he couldn’t feel the heat radiating from your pussy. 

“So…we were just like this…” You spoke slowly and licked your lips. Your brain felt so scattered as you spoke. 

“Mhm, yeah?” 

Marks voice was so smooth and soft, you almost rolled your eyes in pleasure at the sound of his soft hum. 

“And…your hands…” You grabbed his hands and carefully placed one on your hip and the other on your back. 

You shuddered as he adjusted them a little, moving one to your lower back and the other to the middle—right in the little curve. 

“…Your hands were right there.” He nodded and licked his lips, moving his hips back just a little; trying to create space between your butt and his crotch. 

Before you’d even sat on his lap he felt himself getting hard, but now with his hands on your body and you on his lap he knew it was only a matter of milliseconds before you felt his dick pressing against you. 

“And my hands were here.” You placed your hands on his chest and lightly gripped his shirt. 

You both freeze. Looking at each other as that kiss replayed in both your minds, just like before he slowly leaned in and you followed. Forgetting the purpose of all of this as your nose bumped against his. 

“I think I remember now…” He said in a low and gentle tone. You felt like you could hardly speak, breathlessly you ask him what. 

“I was thinking…” There was no need for him to hide it now. He was fully erect and the heat from between your legs was so noticeable, you couldn’t hide it if you tried. His brain was on autopilot and the only thing working was the part that thought of you. 

“You look so pretty on my lap.” Your stomach felt like it was doing flips, between your legs there was a strong pulsating feeling accompanied by a warm wetness that was beginning to spread. 

There was nothing left to say. Finally, Mark closed the space between you. Settling the aching desire to feel his lips on yours. 

Just like last time he kisses you slowly, his soft lips melting into yours before his tongue slips into your mouth. The feeling of it against your own makes you feel so dizzy. You could kiss him forever and eight years. 

He held you closer and moved his hands to your hips, pressing them down into his own. It doesn’t take a sign for you to get the hint. Pressed down onto his erection you begin slowly moving your hips, moaning quietly into his mouth as the friction causes you to feel more needy and sensitive than before. 

“You’re so fucking pretty…” Mark muttered against your lips as he pulled away. Your body felt weak, your hands just barely grip his shirt as you move your hips in a circular motion. 

Mark pulled away but only to move onto your neck and shoulders, kissing them through your thin shirt. He was so excited. He’d dreamt about this for so long now. 

“Can I take it off?” You looked down at him and he looked back up at you, the fire in his eyes and the feeling between your legs paired perfectly. 

You nodded your head and relaxed your body a little, letting him bunch your shirt up and throw it to the side, revealing your bra. Oh how he’d pictured you on his lap, in nothing but a bra. He couldn’t believe that it was coming to fruition. 

“Fuck, you’re so damn gorgeous.” He kissed the middle of your chest, then your shoulders, and then the top of your breasts. His hands slipping to your back and poking at the clasp of your bra. He didn’t even had to ask. 

“Take it off.” And you didn’t have to tell him twice. 

Mark fumbled with the clasp of your bra for a second or two, struggling to get it off he laughed nervously and looked at you. 

“Sorry, I uhm, I’m so nervous...” You giggled and stopped him. “You’re nervous?” He nodded. 

“But, I’m ready. I’ve been waiting for you for so long, you don’t know how badly I’ve wanted this.” You offered him a comforting smile and kissed him passionately. 

“Take your time…there’s no need to rush.” He exhaled deeply, his chest filed with excitement as he nodded his head and slowly unhooked your bra. 

Mark waited. Holding his breath as the straps loosened and fell from your shoulders just a little. He thought he’d evaporate if he moved too quickly, so he slowly peeled them away. Moving them down to your arms slowly as his eyes focused on your breasts. 

Fully exposed you sat on his lap trembling in excitement, pure greed and desire clouding your mind as he groped one of your breasts, rolling one nipple between his finger and thumb while slowly and carefully sucking the other. 

Your back arched and you closed your eyes. Cursing softly as your hips shuttered. 

“Fuck…Mark…” 

He’d been waiting longer than you could ever imagine to hear you moan his name like that. His dick was throbbing, aching to be touched but all he wanted to do was touch you. Please you, make your body react, hear your voice and do all the things he’s imagined. 

As he switched his mouth to the other nipple you shivered as his saliva dried on the other, creating a cooling sensation as he gave the other the same treatment. Groping the other with his full hand as he looked up at you to watch your expressions. Wanting to see your face scrunched up in pleasure just like he did in his dreams. 

Although it felt good, you wanted more. The feeling of grinding against him wasn’t enough anymore. 

“W-Wait…” You placed your hand on his shoulder and Mark stopped, letting go of your breasts as he breathlessly waited for you to say what you wanted. 

“Can I touch you?” 

“Touch me?” 

You moved back just a little, sitting more on his thighs as you placed your hand on the bulge in his grey pajama pants. Mark shuddered and bit his lip. 

“Can I suck it?” He let out a short laugh, in pure disbelief as he nodded his head. “I-I mean, if you want to, do anything you want.” 

You got off his lap and onto your knees in front of him. The sight of you in front of him like this made his whole body feel like it was static. 

Helping you remove his pants he lifted his hips and placed his hands beside yours as you tugged on them. As they drop to his ankles you look at him with hungry eyes and he returned it. He wanted to eat you alive. 

You raised up more and he helped you remove his boxers. The air hitting his dick made him quietly whimper. Laying against his stomach it leaked a small puddle of sticky precum, the clear substance leaving a small trail behind as you take it in your hands and bring it up to your mouth. 

He had nothing to say, watching with full eyes as you got closer. 

Your soft lip place a kiss on the head of his dick, kissing the slightly enlarged and pink slit as you watched his face. 

Mark’s nose scrunched up as he licked his drying lips and tried to relax. 

“Why do you look so nervous?” You teased. Mark could hardly make the words out, saying simply; “You’re just so…you make me feel so excited.” He admitted. 

“Do I?” Just as he opened his mouth to respond you swiped your tongue across the slit of his cock. Causing him to let out a choked moan. “F-Fuck.” His voice cracked as you laughed softly in a teasing manner. 

You repeated this action, collecting the mostly flavorless substance on your tongue. When you finally felt ready you took just the head into your mouth. 

Mark stiffened up. Holding his breath he sat tongue tied and on edge, his whole body overcome with pleasure. 

“T-Take you…oh my god.” He threw his head back and fell silent as you swirled your tongue around and took his dick just a little deeper. His stomach felt tight and tingly, his Adam’s apple bobs in his throat as he swallows and tries his hardest not to break so fast. 

“Take-Take your time…please.” He said, more for his sake than your own at this point. 

You closed your eyes and relaxed your jaw, placing your tongue on top of your bottom teeth as you took him even deeper, the feeling his the tip of his dick hitting the roof of your mouth made you feel so horny. 

You’d imagined this for so long. The feeling his the vein of his cock rubbing against your tongue, how heavy it felt in your mouth as you slowly bobbed your head—stroking what you couldn’t get into your mouth.

“Fuck, you’re doing so good baby…so fucking good.” Placing his hand on the back of your head, avoiding pushing your head down Mark’s hips buckled unintentionally. “L-Look at me baby, let me look at your pretty eyes.” 

With drool dripping from your mouth and pooling around the base of his cock you opened your eyes and looked into his. He melted right away and closed his eyes. 

“So fucking pretty…such a good job…such a good…good job.” 

As good as it felt this wasn’t Mark’s plan. Sure he’s imagined you sucking his dick before, but that could wait. What he really wanted was to please you. 

“W-Wait wait wait…wait baby, wait.” 

You stop completely, his cock coming out of your mouth with a soft popping sound—a line of your saliva and his precum connecting between your mouth and his dick. 

“Let me touch you, I wanna make you feel good.” 

Kicking his pants and underwear off his feet he helped you up to your feet and stood up, giving you a short peck on the lips before helping you lay down on the couch. 

“Just like that, good girl.” You bit your lip and smiled uncontrollably at his praise. 

Mark joined you on the couch, mounting you carefully to kiss you again. This felt so much different than it did on his lap, you felt more exposed but it felt so good. 

“Can I taste you baby?” Your mind felt like it was buffering. With hazy eyes you nodded your head. “Yeah? You want me to make you feel good?” 

Kissing his way down to the band of your pants, Mark kept his eyes on you. 

“You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this.” Slowly, he pushed your pants down, your underwear caught underneath the bunched up hand of your pants come down with them. “How many times…” He kissed your thigh, “I imagined the pretty faces youd make while I’m eating you out.” 

Mark littered your thighs in kisses, leaving your pants and underwear at your calf’s. 

“I wanna make you feel so good, you deserve it so much baby.” Your body was trembling. Even in a moment like this Mark can’t wait a second to vocalize his emotions. 

Finally, he removes the last bit of your clothes completely. Feeling shy you looked away and closed your eyes, but this wasn’t going to fly with Mark so he reached up and grabbed your hand. 

“It’s okay baby, look at me.” He waited before doing anything else. Letting you get a good look at his face, allowing you to look into his eyes for a second and relax before he proceeded. “Just relax, okay?” You nodded your head slowly and inhaled deeply. 

“I promise, I’ll take care of you, okay? I’m gonna make sure you feel good.” 

After making sure you were comfortable Mark raised legs and instructed you to place them on his shoulders, leaving him in between your thighs and face to face with your pussy. 

“You’re just so beautiful baby.” Mark started with a few kisses, testing the waters to make sure you were fully comfortable before dragging his tongue up your slit. 

Your body tensed and your toes curled. 

“Relax for me, just lay back.” 

Mark’s tongue glides up your pussy one more time, collecting your love on his tastebuds before he closes his eyes and begins focusing his tongue on your clit. His mouth practically clings to you as he moves from your clit for just a second, licking up the juices that drip from you as he moves his hand down to his dick. 

He couldn’t help himself. The taste of you and the sound of your voice made him feel so desperate. As he slowly stroked his cock he went back to your clit and traced small hearts onto it. 

Your legs shook beside his head, fueling his desire to please you even more than before. He moved his hand from his dick and used his elbow to prop himself up as he slipped his other hand between your bodies. 

Slowly and carefully he stroked your entrance with his middle finger, using your love as lubricant so he wouldn’t hurt you as he slipped it inside. 

“Oh my god! M-Mark!” He grinned against your pussy, chuckling softly as a wet sound comes from his mouth. He pulled away for just a second, saying; “You sound so good like this.” 

Mark curled his finger upward, rocking his wrist back and forth as he drew small circles on your clip—applying just a little pressure on the bundle of nerves.

His hand was already getting soaked, dripping down his wrist and onto the couch; it would definitely leave a stain that Hyuck would likely ask about later but Mark couldn’t care less. 

“N-No…oh fuck…I-I, I’m gonna…I fuck.” You strung together whatever words you could manage out, trying to warn Mark about the feeling in your stomach. But he didn’t stop for a second. 

Instead, he slipped another finger inside and went a little faster. Drawing out a loud moan from you that he was sure his sleeping roommate would hear. He could feel your velvety walls convulsing around his two digits, making him put more focus into stimulating your clit. 

“Mark! Mark! Mark I-I- fuck! Feels so g-good!” He looked up at you, watching you writher around as he went a little faster. 

Your voice broke before you went completely silent. The only thing to be heard was a small build up of liquid that began gushing out, wetting the lower half of his face, his arm, and even his bicep. 

The knot in your stomach had tightened and snapped before you could even warn him. Your body jerked as you pushed his head away, but instead of stopping he kept going for a second longer. Enjoying the sound of your whimpers as you told him it was too much. 

Chuckling, he finally let up and sat on his knees between your legs as your body jerked and shook from the orgasm ripping through you. 

“Breathe for me baby,” Mark said, he placed his hand in your stomach and watched you with a smirk on his wet face. “In…and out…” You followed and closed your eyes. “Just like that, good girl. You’re so good at listening.” 

He leaned down and kissed you, the taste of yourself on his tongue as he slips it inside of your mouth. You weren’t even close to being done yet, not without feeling him inside of you. 

“Mark,” You whined as you pushed your hips towards his. “Fuck me, please?” 

Mark bit his lip and sat up, cursing softly as he looked around. He didn’t have a condom. Of course he wouldn’t, he’s in the living room. 

“Let me go grab-“ You stopped him as he started to get up, placing your hand on his forearm you looked up at him with glittering eyes as you said in a coaxing tone he couldn’t deny; “It’s okay, please just fuck me.” 

He never thought he’d be doing this. But here he is, denying what he knows is right as he lined his dick up with your entrance. Allowing you to brace yourself as he began to grind against your already sensitive pussy. 

“You sure baby? I don’t think I’ll be able to pull out…” You nodded and opened your arms, wanting to wrap them around his shoulders. You looked so damn pretty. 

“Shit…” Mark cursed and slowly pushed himself inside of you, slipping inside so easily. 

Your wet heat pulls him inside, engulfing him with a softness that he could only dream of. Your walls pulse around his dick as he whimpered, eyes almost watering as he bit his bottom lip so hard it might bleed. The feeling was almost too intense. 

The way you called out his name and dug your nails into his shoulders made him want to cry. He’s never felt so good. His hand could never, ever compare to the feeling of you. 

“I-I’m gonna put it all the way in…” Mark spoke slowly, but his words were still messy. All you could offer as a response was a nod. 

Laying underneath him as his dick stretched you out, filling you up so deliciously as he began panting above you. 

Mark was so careful. Being as slow as he possibly could, letting you feel every inch, every vein, and every throb of his cock. And when you looked and felt ready, he began moving. He pulled his hips back just a little and then moved them forward again. 

“S-So deep…” Your voice faded out as his slow and long strokes turned your brain off. 

“Does…Does it feel good baby?” He asked, sounding so lewd and smug. “You feel how deep I am?” You nodded your head, arching your back as you gasped for air. 

The feeling was so passionate, you were already sensitive but with him pressed against every spot inside of you it felt like you were going to float away and he had just barely gotten started. 

“F-Faster…”You looked up at Mark, you didn’t have to beg. His broken expression told you that. “Please, go faster.” 

“Faster,” Mark changed his pace, stroking a little longer and a little faster. “Like this baby? Hm?” Your eyes rolled back and you slapped your hand against the arm of the couch. “You want…fuck…you want me to go faster? Huh?” 

As Mark sped up you grew louder. Gripping the armrest as your body went weak. You felt like you were chasing after your every breathe. It was like that one request pushed him to the edge. 

“J-Just like that!” You yelled out. Moaning so loud as if Donghyuck wasn’t just one room over.

 “Just like that just like that fuck Mark! Mark! Mark! fuck yes like yes like that like that right there.” Your words jumbled together as he began fucking you a little harder. 

Your praise and broken sentence made Mark feel like he was going crazy. Letting out a mixture between a croak and a whine he pushed your legs back and placed his hand over your mouth, knowing that if he didn’t Donghyuck would catch you before you could finish. 

“You feel so fucking so so so fucking good you’re so so so so pretty so fucking pretty, such a pretty pussy, is it mine? Hm? Is this pretty pussy all mine?” 

You cried out into the palm of his hand and threw your head back, shaking your head as you shouted yes into his hand. Chanting that it was his as he muffled your screams. 

“I knoooww, I know baby, it’s so good? Huh? It’s good? Just nod your head for me, just nod that pretty head for me baby.” 

Mark slowed just, allowing you to savor every stroke. 

“M’gonna uncover your mouth…b-but…you gotta stay quiet, ‘Kay? Just for a second, you can do that…r-right? You’re a good girl, such a good girl…you can stay quiet for me, right?” 

You shake your head, looking up at him with your eyebrows knotted. Mark chuckled and stopped completely. His dick throbs and his body jerks, feeling increasingly horny as he kissed you. 

“Donghyuck is gonna catch us.” He said breathlessly, you tried to regulate your breathing—responding in slurred words: “Let him.” Mark grinned and kissed your forehead, as he leaned back on his legs and ran his hand through his sweaty hair he shook his head at you. 

“You’re so cute like this, be as loud as you want then. Don’t worry about anything but feeling good for me, okay? All you have to do is enjoy yourself.” You nodded your head and weakly smiled at him. 

Mark gave you just one more second before starting again, this time instead of starting off slow, he started off with quick and sharp thrusts. Slamming his hips into yours harshly. You couldn’t even make a sound, one small yelp of pleasure forcing its way out of your throat before you went silent once again. 

Melting into the couch as your toes curled and your eyes rolled back. 

“Ooouuu, there it is…like that baby?” You couldn��t even nod your head, laying there helplessly as Mark fucked your every thought away. 

“I know…I know…” You let out a quiet sob, trying your hardest to find something to grab onto. “Shit…I’m so close…” 

As Mark’s stomach tightened he reached down and began rubbing your clit. Trying his hardest to make you finish before he did. 

“Ma-Mark!” You gasped for air and dropped your legs, reaching down to grab his hand. You tried to beg, pleading with him to slow down as an intense feeling washed over you. Your whole body tensed up and your eyes closed tightly. 

You felt like you were going to explode. 

Mark could feel your walls tighten around him, clamping down on him uncontrollably. He tried to hold back, his fingers moving messily as he began panting. Moaning loudly as he let out strings of curses. 

“F-Fuck fuck fuck…” Feeling the pressure in his stomach build he considered pulling out early, but the risk was so worth the feeling of you finishing around him. 

“I-I…I- oh my god!” You lightly hit his chest as you came for the second time. 

“S-Shit…” Hurriedly Mark pulled out and began stroking his cock, his face twisted with pleasure as he pleased himself above your body. 

“So pretty s’pretty fuck…” He whined. Mark held his breath, tensing up as his cum spurted out onto your stomach. The thick, white and slightly creamy substance dripping down your sides, pooling on your sweaty skin. 

Mark sat back and you laid there, both of you take a second to collect yourselves. Just looking at each other before laughing. 

“Uhm, I guess my memory is refreshed now.” You rolled your eyes playfully and laughed at Mark’s corny joke. “Sorry, let me get you a towe-oh!” He paused as you swiped your finger through his cum and licked it up. 

“Let’s get cleaned up before Hyuck catches us.” 

[neocharm]

Hard thought of 00:42 A.M.

Thinking about sucking Jisung off, you would be laying on the bed with your legs spread open while he fingers you, two of his long fingers already inside your wet hole as you struggle to not desperately hump his hand to chase more friction.

He would pump his digits inside you, curling them to brush on your sweet spot over and over, his thumb pressing on your clit, trying his best to make you squirt, while he kneels beside your face as he listens to the sound of your sweet moans and whimpers.

The moment you open your mouth to let a long whine out while he hits your g-spot dead on, he takes the opportunity to press his tip to your open lips, after stroking himself the whole time he was watching you ‘til now.

In your dazed state you would eagerly accept him into your mouth without a second thought, and start sucking on his flushed tip, wrapping your own fingers around his length.

He would thread his fingers in your hair on the top of your head, guiding your movements, dragging your mouth from the tip down, as far as you could, helping you suck on his cock because he understands you're in a difficult position to do so yourself, he's so considerate :(

“Suck, just like that… You're doing so good baby…” he would whisper raspily as he watches your lips press around his cock as you hollow your cheeks, a deep shade flushing his ears and cheeks while you hum and look up at him as he still curls his long fingers inside of you, knowing damn well your own pleasure fuels you into doing your best for him, like you're so thankful for his attentive ministrations you unconsciously try to reward him of his hard work.

“So good, take it all like that… Gonna come down your throat, how ‘bout that, hmm?” he would rasp as he holds your hair while he pushes his cock to the back of your throat, making you gag a little, pulling back briefly to let you breathe and then forward again to repeat the action a few times.

He's fucking your mouth at this point, never forgetting to keep massaging your clit and g-spot, feeling his fingers get drenched in your arousal more and more until you suddenly squeeze your eyes shut, a whine broken by his deep thrusts struggling to leave your mouth, while your walls spasm around his fingers and clear, hot liquid squirts on his hand and wrist.

“You like me fucking your mouth that much? You never came this hard before…” he would tease you between soft pants, groaning as his tip brushes the back of your throat.

As he approaches his own climax though he would change his mind, fucking into your aching mouth one last time before hurriedly pulling out, a string of saliva mixed with precum breaking and falling on your tits as he removes his fingers from your sopping cunt, repositioning himself between your legs.

He would no longer come down your throat, but he would push his thick cock in your drenched, sensitive pussy, pressing and massaging on your swollen clit with his free hand that's not supporting his weight, feeling your walls clamping around his length over and over as he emptied himself inside of you, shallowly thrusting into your hips as he pumps his cum deep inside your cunt to the last drop, cock twitching with every spurt, creaming your walls with his thick, white seed.

He would moan and sigh deeply as his left arm trembles in the effort to keep himself lifted on top of you, eventually giving out and hugging you tightly as his spent cock starts to soften inside of you, his hot breath tickling your ear, soft kisses peppering your neck, cheeks and lips as you both come down from the intensity of your orgasms.