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Belladonna! bad ending ⏠everything is not as it seems
You were too late.Â
Karina was dead.
You had failed her.
Your eyes were filled with tears as you sat on the cold, blood-smeared floor of the theaterâs dimly lit office. Karinaâs body lay in your arms, her lifeless eyes staring into nothing. You couldn't stop the sobs that wracked your chest, nor could you escape the crushing weight of failure. The bitter taste of guilt consumed you whole, suffocating you as flashes of memories spent with Karina played in your mind.
Renjunâs name echoed through your thoughts, as loud and relentless as a gunshot. Renjun, with his twisted quest for revenge, had been the cause of so much bloodshed. Every victim he had killed was another reminder of your inability to stop him. And now, Karina was gone.Â
A creak suddenly interrupted the silence, your head snapped up as the office door swung open, revealing Renjun standing in the doorway. His face was unreadable, but his presence screamed: danger.Â
âYou,â you spat, your voice trembling with rage. You clutched Karinaâs lifeless body, as if you were protecting her from him even now. âYou did this. You killed her. You killed them all! I canât believe I ever loved you.â
Renjun slowly stepped into the room. The flicker of the lights casted shadows over his face, making his expression even harder to decipher. He didnât respond immediately, letting the accusation hang in the air.
Then he laughed. A low, hollow laugh that sent chills down your spine. âYou think I killed her?â he asked, his voice unusually calm. âYou really believe that?â
âYouâre a monster,â you hissed, your fingers curling into fists. âYouâve been on this path of destruction for weeks. I couldnât stop you before, but I will now.â
Renjun tilted his head, his eyes narrowing. âOh, Iâve been watching you, love. Closely. And what I saw tonight?â He took another step closer, âYou killed Karina. With your own hands.â
The words struck you like a physical blow. âThatâs a lie,â you shook your head. âYouâre trying to twist this, manipulate me like you do everyone else! Like you manipulated me into loving you.â
Renjun just stared at you, his gaze not changing. Suddenly, a creeping dread began to claw its way up your spine. A memory flashedâa flicker of Karinaâs horrified face, a struggle, the spray of blood.
âNo,â you whispered, shaking your head. Your breathing quickened as the fragments of the day pieced themselves together. Meeting Karina in the office. The overwhelming anger that had consumed you. And then... Karinaâs voice, desperate and pleading, calling your name.
The truth crashed down on you, a wave of terror and repulsion. Your hands, trembling and stained red, had ended her life. Not Renjunâs. Yours.
Renjun his expression almost mocking, as he watched realization dawn on your face. âThere it is,â he murmured. âYouâre finally seeing it, arenât you? The truth.â
You staggered backward, releasing Karinaâs body as if the more you held it, the more it would burn you. âNo,â you repeated again, but the denial sounded weak even to your own ears.
Renjun crouched down next you and cradled your face in his hands, his voice a low hiss. âYou were so blinded by your obsession with me, so consumed by your need to be the hero, that you didnât even realize who the real monster was. It was you all along.â
prev †belladonna! âŠ
AUTHOR'S NOTE ⏠đđ
SUMMARY ⏠you've been tasked with visting and inspecting the grand rose theatre, a theatre that's been plagued with mysteries over the years. all seems well, until a string of murders follows your visit. as you further investigate, you find yourself falling for huang renjun, the beautiful male lead, and your mystery murderer who leaves you love notes and clues about who they could potentially be. will you be smart enough to be a step ahead of the killer? or will you find yourself caught within their trap?
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chapter 5: youâre just a guy
masterlist || previous | next
pairing:Â jaemin x reader
synopsis:Â after the messy end to your relations with jaemin, it seemed like you were the only one unable to move on from your past. but with a few slip ups in between the planning of his wedding, you realised that maybe he too stayed right where youâd left him
warnings:Â swearing, jokes about death/afterlife??
note:Â IM SO SORRY FOR DISAPPEARING SOUGOEOEGB (also omg i wrote this so long ago but JAEMIN WTFFFF)
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nerf this! - a lee haechan smau
ââ okay lock in um
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notes: schools kicking my ass saur bad fml
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starlight
chapter twenty: can you wait until my next paycheck.
pairing: huang renjun x fem!reader
summary: after an unexpected night at the movies, youâre left turned into a vampire. with the help of park jisung and his friends, your new lifestyle adjustments are thankfully made a lot easier. that is until your friends start to call out your flaky behavior. quick, how are you going to cover up your secret? a fake boyfriend taking up your time? perfect! huang renjun is just the right guy!
genre: college au, vampire au, fake dating, darker themes, thriller (ish)
notes: just a warning its steering serious but its gonna get unserious as hell real soon. i rewrote this ending. not the best but a jolly good time
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left on seen | chapter 17: blooming confusion
âš chapter 16: the aftermath | left on seen masterlist | next
âš chap 17! idk i didnât really like this one it was kinda rushed oops i wrote it super quick cause im booked and busy this week </3
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mark lee fic recs!
âȘ©âȘš Operation: First Kiss - @ncityrave (Mark turns to his friends for help to build up the courage for his relationship's first kiss.)
âȘ©âȘš Sunday Kind of Love : Frat Mark - @smileysuh (Mark is fine with having a crush on the girl in the library. Heâs fine watching her from afar. And heâs fine with never speaking a word to the girl who he spends many nights chasing in his dreams. But fate, and a few nosey frat brothers, think Mark would be much better if he was forced to talk to the cute girl from the library that he canât seem to get out of his head.)
âȘ©âȘš tis the damn season - mark smau - @najaemism (in which your ex-boyfriend comes back to your hometownâand he wants to talk to you.)
âȘ©âȘš Delphinium - @ncteez (It wasnât intentional. You donât even know why you cared that he didnât believe in pre-marital sex, but it didnât stop you from arguing with him about it. You didnât intend to win the argument either. Then again, he kind of let you.)
âȘ©âȘš 9:10 PM - @neochan (possessive! mark)
âȘ©âȘš WITH YOU | MK.L - @sehunniepotwrites (There are many things Mark Lee wants to do with you. He wants to walk you home. He wants to dive into the deep blue sea with you. He wants to go on a drive with you at his side. But mostly, this crazy, head over heels in love boy just wants to make it with you.)
âȘ©âȘš spidey boy ; ìŽëŻŒí - @martiniblues (mark has tried to hide his secret identity from you for as long as possible, to keep you safe, of course. little does he know that youâve untangled his web of lies long ago and will do anything in your power to get him to admit it. just when you've had enough of him lying to you, he ends up getting caught in the act trying to save your life.)
âȘ©âȘš eyes on me. (m.l) - @mrkis (mark wants you to keep your eyes on him as he pleases you.)
âȘ©âȘš GOLDEN HOUR. | L.MK - @onyourhyuck (Youâre a waiter and Mark Lee the local biker and infamous bad boy loves the eggs your diner makes, but now he wants a taste of you.)
âȘ©âȘš madly in love - mark lee - @p0ckykiss (mark had always been the hopeless romantic type)
âȘ©âȘš itâs too bad youâre married to me | m.l - @yojeongin (all mark ever does is use weaponized incompetence to get out of small tasks you ask of him. when he finally realizes you resort to his close friends to do what he canâtâ nothing can prepare him for whatâs in your pandora box; now karma is set in motion.)
âȘ©âȘš Pretty Boy. (m.l) - @ncteez (Markâs favorite thing to do is sit alone at the library and enjoy the knowledge that his university offers. In contrast, your favorite thing to do is go to parties and enjoy as much chaos as possible. However, upon realizing your grades have dropped drastically due to this lifestyle, you have no choice but to approach Mark for help. or the one where your new favorite thing to do is seduce the most inexperienced man youâve ever met and watch how desperate he gets for you.)
âȘ©âȘš gelato | lmk - @hazyhae (a high slip up cost you mark lee years ago, and youâve spent years burying your memories of him ever since. the universe has other plans for you when your old friend starts a new career, smoking his way back into your life.)
âȘ©âȘš ê° đđ đđđ đđđ đđđ ê± ìŽëŻŒí - @loserlvrss (one thing about your boyfriend, mark, is that he would always take care of you â even if you were annoyingly drunk â and he was embarrassingly in love)
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diet pepsi.
listen to - diet pepsi by addison rae na jaemin x reader wc - 10k genre - fluff and hotness, shy!reader, flirty!jaemin, suggestive warnings - shirtless jaemin x4, mentions of a "nude" pic, partying/drinking, a makeout session, aloootttt of sensual tension! a/n - HERE IT IS! thank you all so much for the hype over the preview. i hope yall enjoy reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it:) comments and feedback are always appreciated!! i read all of them! update: i still can't move on from that jaemin pic.
Accidentally walking in on your best friend's hot housemate half naked with a towel around his waist in the bathroom was never in your plans. But maybe, it was in his?
âWhy do you guys have so much Diet Pepsi in your fridge?â There is a slight cadence of disgust in your voice, judgment for the most part, knowing damn well no one drinks Pepsi â let alone Diet Pepsi.Â
Mark shuts the fridge door that youâve left idly open as you rummage through the kitchen cabinets for a snack. âIt was a late night purchase. The store ran out of all the good stuff.â
âNow, itâs left taking up space.â You snarl, picking through opened bags of crackers, chips and candy that arenât sealed properly. âYou guys never have good snacks.â Giving up, you make your way upstairs toward the only bathroom in this entire shared house.
âWell, last time I checked, you donât live here.â Mark hollers from the kitchen, a bit of sass in his statement. âYet youâre here all the time!â
âYouâre overjoyed Iâm always here!â Your body leans over the railing of the stairs, calling out to your best friend in an unnecessarily booming voice and a light giggle at the end of your sentence.
Mark doesnât respond and youâre deep in the hallway in search for the bathroom that is shared between four college men. Although youâre solely Markâs best friend, the other three guys have welcomed you into their house as they would their own. Honestly speaking, youâre only rambunctiously annoying when youâre just around Mark. His housemates know you as his shy and sweet friend.Â
Itâs hard for you to open up to others, despite these people being equally as close to Mark as you are. There is just not enough common ground for you to relate to them, as nice as they are when youâre at their house.
Jeno is probably the most similar to you, a man of few words and a smile that resembles a kind puppy. He doesnât contribute much to the conversation, but he is always laughing at their shared jokes and silly antics. Haechan is the most different from you, playful and Markâs nightmare at times. Lastly, thereâs Jaemin, a man who youâve found yourself stealing glimpses of whenever he is near.Â
Your heart leaps and twirls at any mention of his name, his whereabouts, him. Though, your crush on Jaemin will never come to light. You only let yourself admire from afar, a man as hot and charming as he is already has an entourage waiting on him. And Mark would never let you live it down that youâre practically drooling over his housemate.Â
So as you find yourself in front of the bathroom door, you donât hear the shuffling on the other side. You mindlessly turn the knob and open to reveal Jaemin, shirtless with a towel low around his waist. Â
He doesnât even flinch at the sudden exposure, clearly engulfed in taking a mirror picture. Both of his arms hold up his soft pink phone, his biceps flexing at the simple position. His broad, wide shoulders are on display and all you see is his bare silky skin. Youâre gawking, anyone can see at a mile away, hungry eyes tracing the outline of his toned chest and chiseled abs.Â
When he finally acknowledges your presence, a big toothy grin appears on his face. Your name rolls off his tongue excitedly, âyouâre right. I am overjoyed youâre here.â His lower register catches you off guard and something inside of you spikes at its rumble.
Jaemin watches as you try to find your words, tripping over your own tongue. He drinks up how your eyes bounce between his face and his bare upper body, lost in his canvas.Â
âSorry!â You quickly shut the door, odd that youâre the one embarrassed when he is the one who got walked in on. Running down the stairs, you slam right into Mark, causing him to fall back onto the couch.
âWhoa! Are you in a rush or something?â Mark groans. His eyes fixate on your flustered expression. âWhat happened?â
Youâre deciding whether or not you should lie to him, committed to not exposing and embarrassing yourself even further. âJust bumped into Jaemin. Does he normally not lock the bathroom door?â
There is a small quiver in your voice, but you try your best to remain nonchalant and calm. Mark raises a curious eyebrow, a shaky grin grows on his lips. You canât even imagine all the wild and inappropriate thoughts spinning in this college boyâs head.
âThatâs weird. Heâs usually good about that stuff.â He snickers, âWhat did you see?â
âGet your head out of the gutter.â You lightly slap the back of his head, but feel heat spread across the tips of your ears and run its way down to your cheeks. âI didnât see anything.â
âBummer, bet you wanted to.â Mark jokes, a fit of giggles erupting from his stomach.Â
You roll your eyes and proclaim loudly, âI have no interest in Jaemin.â Liar. The image of his hot body still hasnât left your mind. Itâs catastrophic. Crossing your arms, you plop onto the sofa next to your best friend.Â
Right on cue, another voice chimes in. Coming down the stairs, Jaemin dances his hand on the railing. His muscular arms catches your immediate attention as he flaunts around in a tight white tank, his other hand in the pocket of his gray sweats. âDamn, that really hurts my ego, (y/n), especially after youâve seen me naked just now.âÂ
Nonetheless, he doesnât look offended. Instead, a sweet smirk curves upward on his perfect face. You swallow hard, bashful and ashamed yet again that Jaemin continues to ruin you.Â
Mark is laughing his hardest, but you donât hear him. Your heart pounds in your ears, rapidly and loudly. âYou werenât naked, Jaem. Donât give Mark any ideas.â
Jaemin chuckles, tucking in his chin shyly. His charming smile is subtle, but dazzling. Youâre absolutely positive you have tiny stars swimming in your eyes just looking at him. He makes his way past you two, toward the kitchen to grab a Diet Pepsi out of the fridge.
âIâm sorry, Iâll remember to lock the door next time.â He apologizes, taking a sip of his drink and grimacing at the taste.
âWhat were you even doing in there?â Leave it to Mark to be such a curious cat. You nudge him in the rib and he winces noisily. âI want to know what you saw! You guys are acting so suspicious.â He sends a glare at you.
Jaemin comes up behind the couch. He leans over, handing Mark his phone. On display is the picture you witnessed Jaemin take a few minutes ago and the frontal view is even better than what you saw from the side. Your sharp intake of breath doesnât go unnoticed by Jaemin, but he doesnât call it out.Â
The picture could be considered a nude, even if it cuts right at his waistline. Itâs so scandalous and he doesnât seem the slightest sheepish about it. If anything, he and Mark are grinning together at Jaeminâs godly body, like two bros appreciating each otherâs muscles.Â
âYo, Na Jaemin! This is so crazy, look at that chest work.â Mark giddily hits at Jaeminâs chest, displaying a weird manly affection for his housemate. âAll those hours at the gym are paying off. Are you posting this?âÂ
Jaemin shakes his head. âItâs only meant for special eyes.â He glimpses briefly over at you, but you avert contact quickly. You think about all the people the boys talk about during their drunk kickbacks, but Jaemin is incredibly secretive. I donât kiss and tell, is what he always says when the guys try to probe him with investigative questions.
You normally try to pretend like it doesnât bother you, always helping him by telling the boys to mind their own business. Nonetheless, youâre probably the only person in the room who wants to know the most about his endeavors.Â
âThis is a nude?!â Mark jumps up and throws the phone back at Jaemin, rubbing his eyes in hopes to rid the picture out of his memory. âI love you dude, but Iâm not sure if I want to know youâre posing for nudes in our bathroom.â
Jaemin laughs, âCâmon, Mark. You donât have to have such a big reaction, just say you want me to send it to you too.â Mark shakes his head aggressively and youâre suffocating at the thought that you walked in on Jaemin taking a nude. A swirl of nasty thoughts circle your mind and you gulp at the desires that fill your lungs.
You get up so suddenly that Jaemin and Mark fall silent and wait for your next move. âIâm going home.â You announce, gaze stuck to the ground and fists balled at your side. âIâll see you later, Mark.âÂ
âAlright, do you need a rideââ
âNo, Iâll just walk. I need to take a breather.â Your legs are moving before anyone can follow after you. You didnât know what came over you, but spending another second in that room with them meant increasing your chances of saying something regrettable.
The cold breeze of the night cools your hot skin and fresh air clears your mind. It is still early in the evening when you check the time, but it is realistically going to take you 30 minutes to walk back home. You didnât think it through, frankly, but at least your head is clear from all the dirty thoughts about Jaemin.
Though, you wonder how whoever receives his photo would react. Would they combust the same way you did? Would they be left speechless at such a glorious man? Special eyes. It must be nice to have Jaemin interested in you.Â
When youâre left with your own reflection and about a quarter into your walk, a car pulls up slowly next to you on the curb. Initially, youâre cautious as to the random vehicle approaching you so intently.Â
However, the driverâs window rolls down and Jaemin calls your name. âItâs dangerous for you to walk. Iâll take you home.â
That annoying, rhythmic sound of your heart starts up again. Normally, Mark is the one who drives you to and back, but even you didnât think you could stand being in the car with him as he would endlessly tease you about Jaemin.Â
âThatâs alright. Iâm almost there-â
Jaemin gets out of the car and walks around to open the passenger door for you, âit wasnât a polite offer. Iâm taking you home.â His stern tone causes you to comply and enter his car without another attempt to protest.
When he enters the car, the tension in the atmosphere is heavy and thick. He turns off the engine and you can hear the quietness of the night again. You swallow the spit pooling at the back of your throat, unsure how to talk to him. This is the first time you two have been alone together, just you and him in one confined space. Youâre usually with Mark when youâre with the other guys.
âIâm actually really sorry, again. I hope you donât feel weird about seeing me like that.â Your heart crumbles at the genuinity in his apology. Your abrupt leave probably had him thinking he made you feel uncomfortable.
âJaemin, itâs fine. I already forgot what you looked like and itâs your house. You should feel comfortable doing what you want there.â Youâre downplaying all the emotions rising in your throat, but you canât help feeling guilty at the pout on his glossy lips.
âMark said that youâre not used to stuff like that. Is that true? Did I make you feel uncomfortable?â Jaemin looks over at you, a hand resting over the wheel.Â
You look away, his sultry stare being too much for you to handle. âMark doesnât know anything about what Iâm used to. I donât talk about that stuff with him.âÂ
Itâs the truth. Youâve had your fair share of hook ups, drunk makeout sessions at the club, and a previous relationship. So, you wouldnât say youâre as innocent as Mark always tries to make you out to be to others. However, youâre not throwing yourself at just anyone and arenât as open to sharing your experiences to people, Mark being one.Â
Jaemin nods, acknowledging everything youâre saying. âI noticed youâre usually quiet when all of us talk about our sexual experiences.âÂ
âYou are too, though.â You mumble under your breath, twiddling your thumbs.
âIâm too distracted watching how shy you get at the mention of Haechan getting head.â This statement, paired with his deep voice, is glass shattering. Something drops in your stomach, your feelings and thoughts colliding together into something unidentifiable.
Jaemin looks so good under the streetlamp. Even in the darkness, you can still see the twinkle in his alluring gaze and how much charm he exudes with a simple toothy smile. The desire to kiss him is so magnetic, you can feel yourself breaking at any moment.
âYou notice me?â Your brain has lost control over the words that spill from your lips. Your lustful and romantic feelings go into overdrive, saying things youâve never dared to say.
It is his turn to send you a confused look, as if it is the most ridiculous question you could have asked. âOf course I do. Itâs hard not to. You⊠have such an effect on me. I talk about it all the time to Jeno and Haechan.âÂ
This is shocking news to you. Youâve always been under the impression that the other three had no interest or a second thought about you, let alone Jaemin of all people. At the end of the day, youâre just Markâs best friend and youâre only really there because of him. His housemates are respectful and donât linger for too long when youâre around, so it never occurred to you that would be a topic in their conversations.
You stutter and approach slowly, âwhat do you talk about?âÂ
Jaemin chuckles, shaking his head and starts the car. âCanât tell you. Just know that I like it when youâre around.â He starts driving you home and you can feel the conversation fleeting. But you donât want to stop, you want to peel him layer by layer until he is at his core.Â
You two drive for some time in silence. When he approaches your neighborhood, he hits you with one sudden question. âDo you have feelings for Mark?â This is the one of many times he has surprised you tonight.
âNo!â You refute excessively. âWeâre strictly friends. He is nowhere near my type.â It is a question you get pretty often, given that you two are attached at the hip. Nonetheless, the thought of you and Mark together romantically makes you gag. He is nearly your brother at this point.Â
Jaemin raises a curious brow, âwhat is your type?âÂ
He pulls into your driveway and youâre presented with a window of opportunity. You dance with the possibility that Jaemin could actually be yours. After tonight, he definitely confirmed that he notices you.Â
Jaemin peers over with innocent eyes and a soft smile. His elbow rests on the middle console and his large hands hold the bottom of the steering wheel. And you canât believe that after all this time, he has been looking at you with such an endearing gaze. Gathering all the courage you have left, you clear your throat.Â
âGuys like you.â You say, rather breathlessly. You see his pupils dilate and his lips part at the sudden flirtatious confidence. Itâs like a lightbulb switches on inside his head. For once, you have left him speechless. âGoodnight, Jaemin. Thank you for bringing me home.âÂ
You exit his car, but he is quick to follow. âWhat kind of gentleman would I be if I didnât walk you to your door.â You almost make out the slight shakiness in his voice and youâre giggling at how dazed youâve gotten him.
Approaching your door, Jaemin turns your cheek to face him. His hand remains hot against your jaw and you think in any second, he might lean down and kiss you. Heâd kiss you to the point where youâd turn to goo right at his feet.Â
Your knees grow weak under his hooded stare, âgoodnight (y/n). Iâll let Mark know that I got you back safe and sound.â With that, his hand drops and he starts taking a few steps backwards toward his car. Disappointment is evident in your reaction.
Your shaky hands unlock the front door and you look back to see Jaemin leaning against his car waiting patiently for you to enter. When you get inside, your back slides down against the door, heart beating fast, and you wallow in the emptiness that Jaemin has left you with.Â
The only noise filling the air is the sound of his car pulling out of the driveway. Then, your phone buzzes in your pocket and the notification causes your jaw to drop.Â
Na Jaemin (Markâs Housemate): 1 Attachment
âHoly shit.â Jaeminâs nude flashes back at you and youâre taking everything in. The events earlier today come flooding back into your memory. Lustful desires cause your stomach to stir, tracing the lines of his collarbones and following the protruding vein on his shoulder. Â
Na Jaemin (Markâs Housemate): for your special eyes xx
Na Jaemin (Markâs Housemate): still have no interest in me?
Blinking at the thread of texts, your head is empty and a lump forms in your throat. Na Jaemin, the man that you are.Â
mark lee-ave me alone: Party tonight, you coming????
mark lee-ave me alone: Itâs been like almost two weeks since we hung out, do i need to file a missing personâs report?Â
you: iâve got finalsÂ
mark lee-ave me alone: you finished finals we literally share calendar schedules⊠why u avoiding me
you: why are you guys alcoholicsÂ
mark lee-ave me alone: sounds good ! see u tn hehe
Tossing your phone onto your bed, you groan into your pillow. It has been a while since you went over, let alone seen Mark. After the moment you had with Jaemin, you arenât entirely sure if youâre ready to face him again. You had nearly fainted from all the emotions he put you through that day.Â
He also didnât reply to your text, but then again, you didnât give him much to work with. This is Na Jaemin youâre talking to and the last thing you want to do is to scare him away. So, the best response you came up with was the blushing emoji and embarrassment hit you all over again.
Nonetheless, you went back to that photo every night since and its effects remain the same every time. Widened eyes, hot cheeks, butterflies in your lower abdomen, wild thoughts. It has gotten to the point where your phone suggested making it his contact picture, causing the bashfulness to catch up to you.
Your phone buzzes again and youâre rolling over to expect another text from Mark. Instead, your heart rubs at your chest at the appearance of Jaeminâs name on your screen.
Na Jaemin (Markâs Housemate): canât wait to see you tn
Mark mustâve told them about you coming to the party. All it takes is one simple text and your feet are kicking in the air. Excitement replaces the dread that you were feeling before and youâre jumping out of bed to find a cute outfit.
When you finally get to the house, a mixture of nervousness and anticipation bubbles inside of you. While youâve looked forward to seeing Jaemin before, this time is completely different. He unlocked something that you can no longer control.Â
Mark lets you in, slightly buzzed, and the house is already packed with drunk people. Haechan is on aux as per usual with his perfectly curated party playlist. Jeno has a large bottle in his hand, pouring a line of shots on the kitchen island like a skilled bartender.Â
Youâre unconsciously scanning the room for Jaemin, Markâs words going in one ear and out the other. âItâs quite a turnout. We didnât expect so many people would show!â
When you take a quick look around, many are unfamiliar faces. Most of these had to be friends of his housemates, knowing how small Mark keeps his circle.Â
âWhat is this party even for?â Yelling over the loud music, you swear there will be ringing in your ears tomorrow morning.
âWeâre celebrating the end of the semester!â Mark cheers, excitedly with a big goofy grin. âThe guys mostly wanted an excuse to get their friends together and have some fun.â
âThatâs surprisingly more wholesome than I thought.â You nod, noting the pretty girls moving their hips in the dark and crowds of guys surrounding the keg. âVery fun.â You say sarcastically and follow Mark through the maze of hot bodies.
The kitchen is unrecognizable. Half empty glass pitchers and plastic cups line the sticky marble counters, they were definitely not getting their rent deposit back with all the tarnish.
It wasnât your first time at one of their parties, but it had been a long time since theyâve thrown something of this scale. It surprised you, mostly because everyone who lived here seemed so laid back that you didnât expect the large magnitude that they could draw in.
âDid you want something to drink?â Mark grabs a beer from the fridge, politely squeezing his way through those leaning against the appliances.Â
You shake your head, ânot right now.â He lifts a curious brow at your bottom lip between your teeth. Could he tell you were anxiously waiting for someone?Â
âSo, where have you been lately?â Your mind is extremely overstimulated with everything happening around you, and of course, Mark decides to have an open conversation in the middle of his densely packed kitchen area.
Shrugging, you play it off like everything is normal. âNeeded a break from you. You bitched about me coming over all the time, so I chilled out.â
Mark takes a swig, clearly not believing you. âThatâs the real reason why? There isnât anything else regarding someone who lives here?â
He is prying, digging, scheming. You can see it in his smug face when he knows he hit a soft spot. âDo you want to tell me? Because it seems like thereâs something going on that you wonât tell me.â
âItâs just interesting.â He shrugs, âJaemin insisted on going after you the night you walked out. Care to tell me what happened?â Mark giggles to himself like a high school girl sharing secrets. Rolling your eyes, the twitch of your lips curve into a small grin.Â
âIs that so out of his character?â You cross your arms, âJaemin has always been a gentleman unlike you, who let me walk home in the dark when you know it takes me 30 minutes.âÂ
Your best friend throws his hands up in defense, âI was going to go! Like I said, Jaemin beat me to it. He just grabbed his keys off the hook and told me he got it.âÂ
âAfter you told him I felt uncomfortable?â Anger rises in your voice. Quite surely, you sound more offended than you actually are. Nonetheless, that explanation from Mark did irk you a bit when Jaemin had told you.
Mark looks sheepishly at you and takes a timid sip. âWell, didnât you? Isnât that why you stormed off?! When have you ever talked about nudes, or having sex for that matter?âÂ
Scoffing, you couldnât believe him. Your face gets warm from the spotlight he has you under. Itâs complete disbelief that fuels your next line and you shout over the music, âThat doesnât mean I donât have sex. I have sex!âÂ
âWho is having sex?â The baritone voice sneaks up from behind you and a hot hand touches the small of your lower back. You seize up at the physical intimacy, turning around to see Jaemin looking as charming as ever. The pure visual of him has hearts in your eyes.
Mark laughs, not noticing how Jaemin snakes his hand around and rests it on your hip. He pulls you a bit closer so that your body leans against his strong arm. âWe were just talking about what happened between you two a couple of weeks ago.â
Jaemin nods, as if he understands the situation completely without much context. He looks down at you and smiles sweetly, âdid something happen between us?â
He doesnât break eye contact with you, barely paying attention to Mark, who youâve also tuned out of this conversation. The quiver in your voice is obvious and Jaeminâs eyes gleam upon hearing your sudden shyness. âNo. You just drove me home.âÂ
âYeah, you heard it here first.â Jaemin switches to an excited and peppy demeanor, as if all is well and you two arenât acting extremely suspicious.
Though, Mark is incredibly oblivious so he isnât hard to fool. He doesnât press on and gets pulled off to the side by Haechan to fix one of the speakers, leaving you and Jaemin alone among the drunken party goers. Your throat feels like it's closing in on itself, nervousness building your stomach yet again.
Jaemin swiftly turns you to face him fully, both hands holding your arms as he admires how youâve dressed up tonight. âIâve always liked this shirt on you. How have you been? I noticed you havenât come around lately.â
âIâve been busy.â Youâre as quiet as a mouse, but Jaemin hears you loud and clear. Youâre extremely conscious of the two of you openly together for everyone to watch or listen in, but Jaeminâs attention is solely on you.
âBusy avoiding me?â The way he asks is lighthearted. He isnât trying to instigate the way Mark was, it's playful and unserious, even if the question did hold some genuine curiosity.
âI donât know.â Itâs easier for you to be truthful with Jaemin compared to Mark. After that brief chat in his car, you felt like you could be honest with him as he was with you. As if somehow, that one pivotal night changed the dynamic of your nonexistent friendship completely.Â
You feel connected to him. Seen by him. âIf I did something wrong to make you want to avoid me, you gotta tell me.â Jaemin begins, sincerity heavy in his round eyes and tone.Â
However, you stop him from continuing. âThere is nothing wrong with what you did. I liked it, alot. I avoided coming because you make me feel nervous and shy.â Perhaps you are revealing too much too soon, but you canât help it with the way Jaemin looks at you.Â
He grins, âyouâve always been nervous and shy around me. Those feelings never stopped you from coming around before.âÂ
Youâre stunned at how observant he actually is. All this time, you thought you did a good job at keeping those feelings internal. Jaemin and you never shared an extensive conversation before that night, but you didnât completely ignore him whenever he was in the room.
Whenever you two would be physically near each other, youâd strike up small talk about classes and ask how heâs been â even if you had to build up the courage to say something.
You would always greet him back when he would arrive home or if he appeared from upstairs. There wouldâve been no way he couldâve seen how your hands fidgeted or hear your voice shake or when youâd avert your gaze. Right?
But he did. He saw through it all. And it hit you that Jaemin had really been observing you this entire time, beyond a simple notice. âSure, they didnât before. This time, things feel different between us.â âI like when you talk about there being an us.â Jaemin beams, âitâs cute. We never got to have that all this time.â He resembles a happy kid on Christmas day, opening a present that he had been good for all year. Itâs hopeful and quite touching that he thought about growing closer to you.Â
âDo you feel like itâs different between us?â You ask timidly. The feeling of possible rejection lingers in the back of your heart. This could all be a misunderstanding and you read it all wrong.Â
He ponders for a bit, eyes darting to the ceiling and then back at you. âYes, but not entirely. I think youâve gotten more comfortable opening up to me, but my feelings toward you havenât changed.â
Hadnât Jaemin brought it up, you really didnât know that your heart opened up as much as it did for him. It was all natural, seamless. He didnât have to speedrun questions like an investigator to get you to talk, everything just flowed. The second part of his answer did prompt more curiosity rather than something definitive.
How does he feel about you?
As you debated a follow up question, the two of you get interrupted by a small group of people pulling at Jaeminâs shoulder. He is brought back to the swarm of a party and youâre retreating into the background. âNa Jaemin! Weâve been looking everywhere for you.âÂ
Before he could excuse himself, they whisk him away deep into the dark sea of dancing individuals. Sighing, youâre left with the same emptiness you felt two weeks ago. Mark comes stumbling back, the beer in his hand now nearly finished.
âAre you drunk off of a Bud Light?â You snicker at your friendâs wobbly entrance. Your heart is heavy in your chest, but you let these emotions subside.Â
He takes a final drink, âIâm just feeling a little loose. I think itâs finally time you get some.âÂ
You give in, especially now that Jaemin has reeled you in and left you without any clarity. You need a drink to calm all the nerves that he lit up, ease all the pent up tension he created.Â
âOnly if itâs not what youâre having.â Markâs head swishes heavily on his shoulders, peering around to find the man with the alcohol supply. He gestures to Jeno from the opposite side of the room for two shots and you laugh at their silly roleplay.
Jeno walks over and greets you with a smile, realizing he didnât see you come in this whole time. He pours a dangerous amount of Vodka that overflows out of the small glass.Â
âDude! You suck as a bartender, youâre fired!â Mark giggles drunkenly at Jenoâs heavy hand and clinks the shot glasses. âBest friend shots!â He squeals happily at you.
You oblige, holding your breath for the intake of alcohol. Wincing at the taste, you down the shot as best as you can. Itâs dreadful, but somehow your muscles relax and your mind clears from the running thoughts of Jaemin.Â
âAnother one!â Jeno cheers. This time, he prepares three shots and joins in on the random celebratory atmosphere that Mark established.Â
The responsible side is signaling alarm bells to slow down, but the side intoxicated with disruptive feelings of Jaemin is silencing them all. So you think, one more shot wonât hurt.
Youâre unsure of how much time has passed. Twenty minutes? An hour? Maybe even two hours. It feels late and early all at the same time. At this point, youâre experiencing a good buzz after the last few rounds of shots with Jeno and Mark.
The liquid courage has you asking for Jaeminâs whereabouts.Â
âI think heâs upstairs in the bathroom with someone.â Mark slurs his words, clearly not knowing the magnitude of this information. Your heart sinks to the pit of your stomach, a ton of bricks hitting you. Youâve tuned out the booming music and Markâs words play on a loop.
âWhen did you see him go up with someone?â You ask again, not wanting to believe Markâs words. Could it have been one of the people from the group that stole him away? An old fling. A friend with benefits. An ex-lover. An admirer. The list unravels itself like a never ending scroll.Â
He shrugs, itâs obvious this man has no actual idea what is going on or how much it's affecting you. âCheck for yourself.â The edge of sass in his tone has you feeling challenged. Mark always gets a bit snarky and direct whenever heâs intoxicated.
Youâre going back and forth with yourself â stay or find him. If you see him making out with someone else, then what? It would actually hurt you and you only have your own blossoming feelings to blame. If he is alone, then what? Will he finally tell you how he feels about you? Will he finally kiss you? The desire for that is enough drive for you.
And so you go.Â
Heading up the stairs, the mess of the party downstairs fades into the background. Your palms grow sweaty as you walk down the long hallway toward the looming bathroom. Light flows through the bottom crack of the door. Not knowing what to expect, youâre just hoping what Mark said isnât true.Â
Your hand holds onto the shiny knob, hesitant to get your ego bruised at the sight of Jaemin with another person. Taking a deep breath, you open the door.
Jaemin is in the midst of zipping up his jeans, the belt around his waist unbuckled. However, he is alone and oddly enough, the sound of the running toilet brings an ounce of reassurance for you. He looks up and your grip relaxes on the knob.Â
Upon seeing your figure, Jaemin shakes his head with a sneaky smirk. He goes about washing his hands as normal and says, âwe really need to stop meeting like this.â
âMaybe you should try locking the door for once.âÂ
âI do. Somehow, itâs always unlocked when youâre around.â He sounds so innocent lying through his teeth. Jaemin wipes his hands on the hand towel and leans against the door frame, ânow are you actually going to use the bathroom or did you know Iâd be here waiting for you?â
Your mouth opens to speak, but no words form. Jaeminâs gaze eats you up again, taking in your attire and dolled up look once more. His playful smile disappears and is replaced with a thin line, his jaw tightening. âSo pretty.â His low voice whispers, eyes never leaving your lips.Â
Right then and there, the want to kiss him surges throughout your body. There is nothing stopping you from diving into Jaemin, letting him have you utterly and completely. No consequences filter through your head, no other thoughts besides what his lips taste like. It could be the alcohol, but youâre fully drunk off his sultry stare and his feathering touches on your wrist.Â
He leans in toward you, head tilting as he inches closer to your face. Closing your eyes, you await the kiss youâve longed for. Blood pumping in your veins and heart doing somersaults in your chest.Â
âDid you drink?â You quickly open your eyes at his question and see Jaemin pulling back. The familiar feeling of disappointment floods your body too well.Â
âI took a few shots.â Youâre biting the inside of your cheek, trying to not look embarrassed at how badly you wanted him to kiss you. The smell of alcohol is still hot on your breath and youâre even surprised at how composed youâve managed to be.Â
âSweetheart, I donât want to kiss you like this.â Jaeminâs tone is sweet, but firm. Although you were nowhere near black out drunk, you understood his sentiments. He wanted to kiss you without any chance of regret. He wants to do it right.Â
âI blame Mark for this.â A heavy sigh falls at the end of your sentence. You roll your eyes at the sound of Markâs voice from downstairs. Regardless of your disappointment, your heart is still burning at how he called you sweetheart. You didnât know how good it would sound until it left his mouth.Â
In a blink of an eye, he quickly kisses your cheek. âThat will have to do for now.â Jaemin smiles, wide and toothy.
You donât have enough time to process, still stuck at the small pet name, as he whisks you back down to join everyone at the party. Your eyes widen, cheeks grow hot, butterflies grow in your lower abdomen, and wild thoughts swirl in your head. All of which didnât need Jaeminâs nude for these effects to arise.Â
âYou know, Jaemin has started asking about you a lot.â Mark looks up from his laptop, taking a break from his strenuous essay. It had been a week after the party and everything fell right back into routine. Youâd show up to their house as if you never stopped coming around.Â
The only difference is that youâre not here to see Mark anymore. Youâre here for Jaemin. As clingy and corny as that seemed, you left every day happy that you got to talk to him. The two of you had been texting since the night of the party, mostly brief conversations about your day, but he never forgets to wish you a good morning.Â
Whenever youâre at the house, Jaemin would join you and Mark when heâd come home. Initially, Mark didnât seem to notice that his housemate would linger for as long as youâd be here or that Jaemin would purposefully sit close to you, or those longing stares you two would share across the table.Â
It wasnât until you were drinking water and Jaemin had casually asked for a sip. Then, it clicked. Mark jumped, he pointed fingers, he accused. All of which, you two blinked innocently at him in confusion, Jaeminâs bottom lip touching the rim of your bottle.Â
Jaemin and you denied everything Mark tried to throw at you two, given that in all actuality, you two are only getting to know each other. He still hasnât kissed you on the lips. He still hasnât really spent time with you alone again, though you are incredibly nervous at that potential idea coming to fruition.Â
After the night of the party, youâve been wondering and waiting for his move. It did bother you the first few days, but his sweet texts always had a grin growing on your face. Jaemin played a very long game.Â
âReally? Like what?â You try to hide your undying curiosity. Not looking up from your screen, you pretend to browse through empty tabs to seem like you are too busy to care. But deep down, it has been eating away at you wondering how Jaemin feels.
Mark smirks, âtell me what has been going on between you two and then Iâll tell you.âÂ
Scoffing, you roll your eyes at his deal. âThat just sounds like youâre making shit up.âÂ
âSo there is something going on between you two!â His voice grows louder, a bit more accusatorial. His eyes narrow, âyou know I expected secrets from him, but not from you! Youâre my best friend.â Markâs sad pout tugs at your heartstrings.
A sigh escapes your lips and you give him your full attention. It didnât feel good having to keep things from him, but you thought to wait until something actually happened before saying anything. Nonetheless, since you canât stand seeing your best friend sad, you decide to just come clean from the beginning.Â
âHe sent you that nude!?â Mark gasps as you reveal the night Jaemin drove you home. The more you talk about your encounters with Jaemin and your thought process, the more you realize how much you like him. Beyond attraction, beyond his chivalry. A flower has grown from the seed he watered. Â
âNo wonder why there is this weird tension whenever weâre all together. Itâs because you two are literally eye fucking each other across the room.â Mark grumbles, but he lets you finish telling your piece. From the nude to the conversation in the kitchen to the kiss on the cheek. He now knows everything youâve experienced and how youâre wrapped around Jaeminâs finger.
A part of you prepares for the teasing and the gross kissing noises, but your best friend just nods silently. His stare is blank, like he is trying to process the everything and nothing youâve been through. Growing nervous, you shift uncomfortably on the couch.Â
âJaemin asked me about your favorite things. He told me that itâs something that would come in handy one day.â Mark clears his throat and can barely look you in the eye, almost embarrassed to share such an intimate question his friend asked about you. âHe also asked if I had feelings for you.â
Your jaw drops, heart falling to the pit of your stomach. This is unexplored terrain â the two of you never touched on the topic of potentially becoming romantic. It had always just felt mutually platonic. Sitting up quickly, you lean closer toward him.
He sends a weird stare at your sudden attentive figure. âI donât, first of all, donât get too excited here.âÂ
The anticipation leaves your system, falling back against the cushion and going back to your homework. âI thought you were going to reveal some crazy backstory with the way youâre acting.â
Mark laughs, mockingly. âWeâre nearly siblings. Iâve seen every bad part of you, your charm doesnât work on me.âÂ
âWell, the feeling is mutual!â You ruffle his hair, messing it up between your fingers as he tries to push you off. A fit of giggles fill the room that the two of you donât hear the front door open.
When the door shuts, you glance over to see Jaemin stripping his shirt. Cursing under your breath, your eyes remain stuck on all his bare skin. His whole chest and abs glisten with droplets of sweat, veins popping from whatever pump he got from the gym. His track pants hang low, the waistband of his briefs peeking through.Â
Mark laughs at how youâre practically frozen over Jaemin. Jaemin looks your way and his familiar, sweet smile greets you. âHey cutie, did you finish your project?âÂ
He walks over, his shirt thrown over his broad shoulders. Heat travels across your cheeks, you swear the temperature in the room went up several degrees. Youâre batting your eyelashes, but averting any attention from his defined figure as he closes the space between you two.Â
Jaeminâs heart swells at the sight of your shy antics. He canât imagine anyone as cute as you, so reactive to every little thing he does. He doesnât even see Mark in the room, all he wants to pay attention to is you.Â
âAlmost. Mark has been distracting.â Maybe your voice naturally gets airy around him, Jaemin just makes you want to twirl your hair and smile all the time. He takes a seat on the armrest next to you. As he crosses his arms, his biceps make their appearance once again â all voluptuous and strong.Â
âOh? How so?â He cocks a curious brow, finally taking a glance over at his housemate. Mark snickers at how differently you react to Jaeminâs casual demeanor. For all he has known, this is how Jaemin is. Heâll walk around shirtless, even pants less, as if it is any normal day. But since Mark kindly warns him that youâre going to be coming around, he complies.Â
Now, Jaemin just wants to drive you into delirium.
Your mind is absolutely wiped, there is nothing more distracting than a half naked Jaemin â this you knew too well. As you tremble over your words, Mark saves the day by falsely admitting how heâs been trying to chat with you so he didnât have to do his essay.Â
âAh, chatterbox. Iâm jealous.â Jaemin gets up and spins on his heel, heading toward the stairs. Your body unknowingly leans toward his fleeting figure, a pout tugging at the corner of your lips.
Jaeminâs finger taps along the railing, drawing a trail as he walks up each step. âI wish I got to distract you from your project, talk to you for hours.âÂ
Youâre freaking out internally, trying to decipher if he had just spit out an innuendo or if he genuinely meant it. You fight the urge to completely yell at the top of your lungs how much youâd love him to. Mark also bites back the scream that threatens to escape, not believing what he is a witness to.Â
âYou can!â Your chirpy, forced tone nearly cracks from your nervousness. âJoin us after your shower.â Even if you wanted him alone, youâre willing to settle for moments with Mark in them.
âIâll come, donât worry.â No flirtation, no smug smirks, Jaemin gently reassures you that heâll come back for you. And while the heavy tension in the air dissipates, youâre finding your heart to throb at his thoughtfulness.Â
âDude, youâre so whipped for him.â Mark giggles and youâre throwing a decorative pillow at his chest, very much embarrassed. âI should let you guys be alone, would you want that?â
The second Mark proposes his question, your heart shakes at the possibility of Jaemin and you finally alone again for an extended period of time. It is a nerve wrecking thought, you can feel your pulse racing. Not that you had avoided such a potential situation, but you didnât really think you would get the chance to. Now that your good friend knows everything, he has the power to help you out.Â
âI do.â Youâre admitting so much of your vulnerability that Mark actually softens at your tiny request. He nods and packs up his things without any hesitation. âBut where are you going to go?â You didnât want to seem like you were kicking out your friend from his own house.
He brushes off your guilty tone, âdonât worry. Thereâs a study session happening in 15 minutes for one of my classes.â With that, he slings his backpack over his shoulder and takes a moment to look at you. His facial expression is hard to decipher.Â
You stand and he holds your shoulders, âno more secrets.â Mark says with glossy eyes and a small smile. âAnd use protection.â He laughs, breaking the almost sweet and serious moment you two rarely share. You push him off and roll your eyes, though secretly grateful that you have Mark in your life.
Itâs agonizing as you wait for Jaemin to come out of the shower, being completely alone with your hypotheticals and expectations eating away at you. Thereâs no way you have the capacity right now to focus on your project and homework. Jaemin just consumed every bit of you.
When he finally walks down the stairs, fully clothed and hair freshly blow dried, you pretend again that youâre too busy to notice. He heads toward the kitchen to open a can of Diet Pepsi and makes his way back. Jaemin snuggles up next to you, arm draped around the back of your side of the couch and youâre drowning in the scent of his body wash.
âMark left?â He sips, his Adamâs apple bobbing and his jaw tightening with each gulp. Youâre lost in his seeping aura, wondering how the fuck he looks so good doing something so simple.Â
Clearing your throat, you place your laptop on the coffee table and face up at him. He meets your starry eyes and it takes so much in you to not break away. âStudy session.âÂ
Jaemin nods knowingly, leaning forward to also neatly set down his can. Almost immediately, the atmosphere in the room shifts from light hearted to heavy sensual tension. Not that either one of you expected anything to happen, but just being in each otherâs presence is suffocating and intoxicating all at once.
Now that youâre finally alone with him, you canât help all the nerves and flips in your stomach from happening. âI kept you waiting then.â His voice is raspy, causing it to sound deeper than normal.Â
Shaking your head, you say the first thing your heart thinks of. âIâm always willing to wait for you.â Jaemin lifts an eyebrow at your statement, noting the shock in your face as soon as it filled the air. His arm snakes around your waist, pulling you onto his lap and youâre maneuvering your legs to straddle him.Â
This intimate position has your heart springing out of your chest, thumping so aggressively that you swear he can feel it against his own. His hands are politely placed on your back and he peers up at you with a sultry stare. Youâre holding your breath and unsure where to place your hands, losing your wits already at how things have escalated.Â
âIs this alright with you? Am I doing too much?â He cautiously asks, ready to set you back down to where he had selfishly pulled you from.Â
âThis,â Scrambling, tripping, catâs got your tongue! Jaemin doesnât realize how your mind has been lit with flames all from this one swift movement. âThis is fine. I like this.â
He smirks, âyou like being on top of me?â When he asks such a nasty question, youâre too bashful to play along. Jaemin chuckles, âyouâre driving me crazy right now.âÂ
You are? Itâs quite unbelievable that any of this has an effect on him. Perhaps he is better at holding back his reactive facial expressions, but Jaemin seems so laid back and unphased. âMe? Iâve barely said more than a few sentences.âÂ
âItâs not about the quantity, you can say anything to me and Iâd be smitten for you.â Jaemin taps your nose, in a loving and endearing way. Youâre getting a side of him youâve never really seen before â this head over heels, heart eyed fool. A part of you craves more of this, feeling special at how he only has eyes for you.
The other part is shocked that youâre even experiencing any of this, how did you get so lucky?
âJaem, are you going to finally tell me how you feel about me?â When you say his name, his nonchalant attitude almost falters. His ears perk up, eyes alert and a tighter grip on the hem of your shirt. âHow did we get here?âÂ
He purses his lips, contemplating long and hard about how he should go about explaining himself. Your voice is more stern, he can tell youâve been wanting to get an answer to this for a while.
âI like you.â Jaemin says it so easily, those words roll off of his tongue effortlessly that it surprises himself.
âSince when?â You donât mean to sound so interrogative, but all this time, this didnât make any sense to you. Maybe your own lovey eyes blinded you from seeing his feelings or that your own self esteem halted you from believing someone like him could like you back. Nevertheless, this all came about so suddenly for you.
A small smile grows on his face as he thinks back to the first time he saw you. Your timid introduction and you glued to Markâs side, but none of that could take away from how pretty you looked.
And when he first heard you laugh, like really laugh, he swore he needed to hear it again, and again, and again. Sooner or later, he found your shyness irresistibly adorable and he only wanted to interact with you more, but was unsure about your relationship with Mark.
Ultimately, Jaemin decided to keep his distance because you and Mark seemed more than close. However, the more he pulled away, the more you filled his empty thoughts and daydreams.
Whenever you came around, he found himself happier just upon seeing you for a brief second and hearing your silly anecdotes to Mark all the way from his room. If all you two had exchanged was a small greeting, Jaemin would be satisfied.Â
Until the night you stayed for one of their drunk kickbacks, and something inside of him unlocked. A new sense of desire? The introduction of lust and curiosity.
Jaemin noted the way youâd squirm, dig yourself deeper into the cushions, hide your face in your shirt. Your reactions to his friendsâ sexual adventures were typical, full of gasps and slight embarrassment, but your eyes were more than telling of your piqued interest. The one thing that he hated was that you never openly shared a single thing, even when asked.Â
So, that meant he didnât either. In a more respectful sense, he normally doesnât dive into the nitty details as much as his housemates do, but you were such a mysterious person. He wanted to keep himself that way as well, making him as alluring as you were. The art of not knowing, just makes you want to know more.Â
And when you would stand up for him against the other boys, that boldness only made you more attractive. Maybe you didnât want to know about his personal endeavors, regardless, you respected his privacy and were willing to break out of your shell for him.
What other layers of you has he not seen? That caused him to wonder how much he could push you, what other reactions he could draw out of you, and gauge if you had any interest in him.Â
In between your nervous stammers and long stares, Jaemin had some inkling that you might be into him. However, he couldnât tell if that was just his ego deluding his judgment or if it was the actual truth.Â
He had something less drastic in mind than you walking in on him in the bathroom. But, he thought if he waited and hesitated as much as he did before, there would never really be another chance. If you were disinterested, it wouldâve been a lighthearted mistake and brief awkwardness. If you were interested, then it opens the door metaphorically as well.Â
So in the spur of the moment, as he heard your voice and footsteps down the hallway, he quickly unlocked the door. His heart pounded rapidly in his chest as he tried to keep his phone steady.
Act natural. Be cool. Be confident.
He just hoped you couldnât see right through his desperate act. And when you opened the door and everything that followed after, it was enough to wash away any doubt he had before.Â
After dropping you off, he decided right then and there that he was going to pursue you.Â
âWould you believe me if I told you it was since the day I met you?â His voice is soft and quiet. Jaemin brushes a few strands of hair out of your face, gently tucking it behind your ear. âI was looking forward to your presence without realizing it. Iâd tell Haechan and Jeno how I was excited to hear your voice, even if it wasnât speaking to me.âÂ
He could be such a romantic, though this didnât come too much of a shock to you. You couldnât believe that youâd be the recipient of it one day. âSince the day we met. That feels like ages ago.â Your eyes wander off, trying to regain the distant memory.Â
You could barely remember the day Mark introduced you to his housemates. It was such a blurry scene, mostly because you were so painstakingly nervous so you tried to bury it in the depths of your mind. The only thing you remember was the tight grip you had on Markâs sleeve and Jaeminâs gorgeous smile.Â
âWhy didnât you try approaching me? Be my friend, get to know me back then?â You ask, a small edge in your tone. Instead of months of googly, heart eyed stares, you two couldâve been acquainted much earlier. Your relationship wouldâve been so far along, milestones wouldâve already been hit. A thousand kisses wouldâve already been exchanged.
Jaemin is well aware of his lack of action, âI wasnât sure about you and Mark. I didnât want to overstep and initially, I couldnât tell if you even wanted to be around anyone besides him.â Now his questions to both you and Mark made sense.
He wanted to be absolutely certain that there would be no conflict. No room for anyone else. No blurred lines. Jaemin wanted to do it right.
âSo, me walking in on you in the bathroom⊠was that an honest mistake?â As all the dots connected and all the lines matched up, youâre replaying all the moments that led up to this point.
He can see the gears turning in your beautiful head and laughs, âlike I said, somehow, itâs always unlocked when youâre around.âÂ
Rolling your eyes, you settle with your own conclusion that perhaps it was in his plans all along to fluster the fuck out of you. As much as you hate to admit it, it worked. Hook, line and sinker.Â
âHow do you feel?â Jaemin asks, as his knuckles rub lovingly against your cheek. His big hand slides toward your jawline and he firmly cups your face, a quick flicker from your eyes to your lips.Â
Intense. That is how you feel. At any second, you are a volcano ready to erupt. All these pent up emotions â lust, fondness, frustration â burst at your seams. All of which is unbeknownst to Jaemin, despite being the very spark of it.
âI feel like you should kiss me now.â Spoken confidently, Jaemin is shocked at your response. You didnât have to ask him twice though, as he pulled you into him without missing a beat.Â
The kiss is slow and cautious, like he is holding back from doing too much, taking too much. He guides your hands onto his collarbones and across his toned chest. Underneath his thin shirt, you feel how strong and defined he is. Youâre hesitant at first, unaware of how much you could feel.
Jaemin could sense it, pausing in between your small kisses to take off his shirt. Youâre wide eyed, fully shocked at his chiseled body right in front of you. Itâs just like how you remembered from his photo, except now itâs not through a tiny phone screen. All on display, Jaemin takes your shaky hands and places them delicately on his broad shoulders.
âTouch me.â Itâs all he has to say until your lips are connected again. His hot skin against your fingertips as youâre dragging them down his biceps, moving along all of his exposed terrain.Â
Adrenaline fills your system and you canât even begin to stop all the lustful and romantic feelings that bubble across your chest. So, you fervently kiss him back to signal just how much you want it, how much you wish to be kissed by him.
Jaemin loses it between your sweet touches and your eagerness, both hands now holding your face steady for him to deepen the kiss. The feverish glide of his lips on yours is something unforgettable. Itâs inimitable, a passion that solely exists for the two of you. Kissing Jaemin is blissful, like nothing matters more than being here lips locked and hands on his bare chest.
Kissing Jaemin also ruined you. Moving forward, youâll crave this feeling forever. How are you supposed to kiss anyone else in this world now? How will you ever want to kiss anyone else knowing youâve experienced this?
You two make out until condensation forms on the outside of his Diet Pepsi can. There is a lingering taste of the soda on his tongue; a taste you once hated so much is now something you canât get enough of.Â
When youâre both finally pulling away, your lips are puffy and Jaemin is catching his breath. He could feel his heart bursting at the sight of your disheveled hair and pouty lips. Youâre the prettiest baby heâs ever seen.
Heâs staring at you with tiny stars in his eyes, ones that reflect your own. And he breaks the silence, ânow we can finally tell Mark we kissed.â A sweet, kind smile appears at the end of his sentence.Â
Youâre laughing, and Jaeminâs heart flutters knowing he is the reason behind that melodic sound he loves hearing so much.Â
âMark is going to love hearing about this.â
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LEE JENO FIC REC LIST
s, smut | f, fluff | a, angst
everyone in heat after tds3. everyone is me. > lots are from my old recs so itâs extra long!
recommendation masterlist
rich purity [ virgin!jeno x fem!reader ] [ fwb, university au ] s,f,a
fight club [ fighter!jeno x fem!reader, strangers to lovers ] s,f
in your eyes, part two [ player!jeno x fem!reader, college au ] s,f,a
summer love [ brothers bestfriend!jeno x fem!reader ] [ 90's summer au ] f
the antics [ model!jeno x fem!reader ] s,f,a
pride & prejudice. [ pride and prejudice!jeno x afab!reader ] s,f,a
netflix and chill [ jeno x fem!reader ] [ college au, strangers to lovers ] s,f
two photos, two kisses [ one night stand to lovers au ] s,f,a
impaled [ boyfriend!jeno x fem!reader x roommate!haechan ] [frat/soccer au] s
reel [ friend group camping trip au ] s,f
i suddenly realize my archnemisis is hot (during a battle to the death). [ son of ares!jeno x daughter of nike!reader ] f,a
summer hair = forever young [ strangers to lovers, summer fling au ] s,f,a
my first and last [ campus heartbreaker!jeno x fem!reader, friends to lovers au ] s,f,a
premium boy-toy [ stripper!jeno x fem!reader ] s
the walls are thin [ roommate!jeno x fem!reader x roommate!jaemin } s
promiscuous [ established relationship, jeno x ex-stripper!reader ] s
hush, hush. [ jeno, haechaen, jaemin x fem!reader ] s
wicked games [ enemies to lovers au ] s,f,a
sugar daddy galore! [ sugardaddy jeno & jaemin x fem!reader ] s
wanna know what it's like [ alt!jeno x fem!reader ] [ fwb au ] s,f
someone with secrets [ jeno x fem!reader ] [ classroom au ] s
open the gates, let me in [ bestfriend!jeno x fem!reader ] ft. haechan and jaemin f
shameless [ step-son x step-mom reader ] s
step on a crack, dr. leeâs gonna break your back! [ chiropractor!jeno x fem!reader ] s
the perks of having a hot best friend [ bestfriend!jeno x fem!reader ] f,a
only for me [ bestfriend!jeno x fem!reader ] s,f,a
scream [ halloween party au, frat party au ] s
fuck around and find out [ bestfriend!jeno x fem!reader ] s
bet! [ bestfriends to lovers au, college au ] f,a
sizing it up [ boyfriend jeno x reader ] s
summer heat and summer swim [ established relationship, pool day au ] s,f
brother's bestfriend!lee jeno x reader [ brother's best friend!jeno ] s
the boy next door [ neighbor!jeno x fem!reader ] s,f,a
be careful what you wish for [ boyfriend!jeno x fem!reader ] s
get smart [ boyfriend!jeno x fem!reader ] s
take my breath [ alpha!jeno x fem omega!reader ] s
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get you alone | ljn ( m )
ideally, jeno should have his hands full with teaching. (un)fortunately, he only seems to have his head full of you.
pairing: tutor!jeno x reader verse: college au rating: r ( minors, do not interact! ) warnings & tags: jeno is a college algebra math tutor & reader is failing, written in lapslock, not betaâd in any shape or form so please excuse mistakes, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, folks), piv, oral (f!receiving), use of pet names (kitten, angel, sweetheart), praise, reader calls jeno âsunbaeâ until she doesnât, size kink i guess if u squint! word count: 8.5k
a/n : actually this was written for a different fandom but iâve decided to make it a jeno fic bc idk why not! first time writing in a different perspective so itâs a bit odd for me & i can't say i fw with this style nor am i particularly proud of this fic but she is ... sumn! also i fear i have a thing for the math tutor trope but thatâs neither here nor there AHA enjoy !!Â
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there wasnât anything special about your case; at least, thatâs what jeno had thought when he picked up your request before he met you. before he met you, you were just another student trying to demystify the painfully enigmatic art of getting through college algebra. before he met you, he had already tagged this case as another charity stint â a good way to get brownie points with the deanâs office and the mathematics and natural sciences department. in fact, thinking of all his tutoring cases as community service made them somewhat palatable, if not a little forgettable. he was quite sure, at the time, that youâd be in and out â both of the tutoring center and his memory. such was the case with most of his other tutees, anyway.Â
he hadnât expected you to be⊠well, you â a pretty little thing, with your sweet smile and your wide doe eyes. on the first day, youâd stood out; youâd arrived at the tutoring centerâs lobby in a short dress, knit cardigan, and coquettish makeup, as if every fiber of your being were bidding the spring a solid farewell. multiple heads had turned, including his, as you came up to the front desk and asked for one lee jeno for college algebra. you were eager for summer, jeno had learned as you broke the ice little by little, in part because you looked forward to visiting okinawa with your family, but also because you were eager to get your first semester out of the way. that much, you had in common with most of his other students â almost all of the ones seeking help in college algebra only took it as a depressing core requirement of whatever degree they were doing. you, specifically, were focusing on fashion design; that very vividly explained your attention to your looks. this mathematics class was a thorn in your side, a mandatory thing that was simply supposed to get you through later business-oriented classes in your degree program. for jeno, however, college algebra had become the perfect excuse from the moment heâd laid eyes on you.Â
the more time he spends with you, the more he thinks youâre exactly his taste. it starts off with little things he finds attractive, things he picks up while heâs watching you fill out the practice sheets heâs prepared for you on quadratic equations or while trying to get you to understand logarithms â your neat, tiny handwriting, almost like print; your habit of boxing your final answers in firm strokes, even if theyâre hopelessly wrong; your colored tabs, cascading down the page side of your textbook. but as the weeks wear on, he sees all the little things in between â the way your long eyelashes quiver when you stop and close your eyes as you think for the answer, the upturn of your plush lips when you have the same answer on the practice sheet as he does, the deepening of your artificial blush with a natural hue when you realize you donât know the answers to his gentle questions. he notices that you refuse to wear anything longer than a knee-length skirt despite the still-strong winds, notices that your tiny palms are always smooth and pink, that your hair always smells of coconut milk. these are things he canât help but jot down in his memory â that was exactly what you were, after all: memorable.Â
and the more he remembers about you, the more jeno wants you. yet heâs never made a move, never given so much as a hint of his interest, not only because there are prying eyes all around the building but also because you have never so much as shown a smidge of desire back. in fact, he has to wonder if youâve ever thought of him in a different capacity â not as a tutor, but as a man. if you have, youâve never made that obvious; you always talk to him respectfully, the little wall youâve erected between the both of you remaining steady, and you never let your eyes linger on his face for longer than it takes for him to explain what you donât know. jeno has had his fair share of female students, and in all of them, heâs seen the same kind of hunger â to few, heâs catered to their whims, if only to pass the time, if only for his own benefit. but you, with your ribbons in your hair and your sweet, sweet mouth, have never once shown that same kind of desire.Â
he doesnât know if it frustrates him, but he does know one thing â it makes him want you all the more.Â
he wants you even now, as you sit across from him, dolled up as usual. even now, as your eyes take on a glassy sheen of defeat, your cheeks puffing out in the way that tells him youâre admonishing yourself once again, he craves you â maddeningly so. and he realizes that it doesnât really matter if you're not the one to fall first, as long as he can still have you.Â
âtime out,â you beg, your fingers meeting the palm of your hand to signal a break. âmy brain feels like itâs going to explode.â
âyou just had a break ten minutes ago,â jeno reminds you, though thereâs a lighthearted amusement to his voice that makes you smile sheepishly. âat this rate, youâll be on more breaks than youâll be taking the time to actually learn.â
âiâm trying,â you groan, your fingers curling against your forehead as you bump your head against your fist. âi just donât think iâm cut out for this polynomial whatever â trial and error bullshit.âÂ
âyouâll hate me for saying this â but youâll never know unless you keep trying.âÂ
âfunny.â your sigh rustles the papers in front of you gently. âhow do you do it, sunbae?â
âhm?âÂ
âyouâre not only good at this stuff, but youâre so good youâre able to take the time to teach people like me.âÂ
âstrengths and weaknesses â itâs the natural way of the world.â jeno smiles gently at you, and he notes how his chest feels tighter when you return the sentiment shyly. âi could never do what youâre doing in your own degree, try as i might. anyway, youâll get there. i wonât let you become my first ever failed project, you know.â
âi wouldnât want to let you down either, sunbae, butââ the back end of your pencil taps lightly against the surface of the table. âit just feels hopeless. i canât focus on anything. itâs so⊠so abstract, and everyone here is talking all at once, and i donât even know what iâm ever going to get out of this class in the long run.âÂ
even when youâre dejected, you look pretty; your bottom lip juts out naturally when you whine like this, and for a moment, jeno canât say anything in response. heâs too busy wondering what your mouth would feel like on his â on him. when he snaps himself out of his brief reverie, he notices youâre looking around at everyone else â and he has to agree that with the noise level in this whole building, it isnât the most conducive site for learning, especially when the learner is already so averse to the subject matter.
âi canât help much in the way of it being too abstract,â he says kindly. âbut itâs not a requirement for us to have our sessions here. i know it can be quite distracting, all these voices flying around, so why donât you look for a place that better suits you, and we can start meeting there instead? the more comfortable you are in your environment, the better youâll be able to absorb the material, iâm sure.âÂ
âyou think?â your pencil comes to a slow halt as you refocus on him, a thoughtful light glimmering behind your gaze. âyeah â yeah, i actually wouldnât mind that. then, iâll look for a different place for us to meet, and we can start there next week. how does that sound?â
âwhatever suits you suits me,â he responds easily.Â
he lowers his gaze immediately after you flash him a blinding grin; there are far too many people here, as you both very well know, and if he keeps looking at you and your pretty little expressions any longer, he might just give them something to actually look at.Â
it had been your idea, not his, so why did jeno feel like heâd dragged you into a compromising situation?
youâd texted him over the weekend that your search for a new venue had been absolutely fruitless; every cafe and study space youâd been to was either too expensive or equally as packed with people, if not both. jeno had seen the preview to your message, but he hadnât been prepared for what it read out in full when heâd actually opened it.Â
sunbae, would it be too difficult to just meet at my apartment? i attached a map, so let me know!
it wouldnât be too difficult; logistics-wise, it was walking distance from campus and almost directly across the train station he takes home. it also definitely promised an environment you were comfortable in, and you wouldnât have to worry about excess noise from any other tutoring groups. no, the difficulty really only lied in himself â you two, all alone, would certainly mean his mind would be up to no good for the two hours every monday, wednesday, and thursday you would be together.Â
but for your sake, heâd try to rein it in, with the operative word being try.Â
your place is as neat and as pretty as you are; he doesnât know if youâve cleaned up for him, or if youâre naturally this organized, but he likes it all the same. it smells of toasted marshmallow and expensive perfume, and all your furniture matches. jeno supposes he likes that in a woman â someone able to care for herself, someone who cares about herself. and youâre always just as neat and pretty to match, with your hair always styled sweetly, your makeup always enhancing your features.Â
the problem is that now that heâs in here, where you live, and where you spend most of your time, jenoâs mind seems to wander too much towards thoughts about what you do in private. he rejects studying on the couch, not just because itâs bad for posture and concentration but also because he canât help but imagine you pressed into the cushions by his hand. he suggests the small dining table you have, but on the second meeting at your place, he starts thinking about what you might look like seated on the table, your ass hanging over the edge and his face buried between your thighs. whenever you look up to ask him something, he drinks in your lovely, made-up face again, and starts wondering what your makeup would look like ruined before he interrupts that trainwreck of a thought with the answer to your question.Â
by the end of the week, jenoâs defenses are all but shot, and he realizes that this situation might be optimal for you, but it definitely isnât doing him and his now constantly straining cock any great favors.Â
he supposes that your performance has somewhat improved; youâre less likely to trail off when youâre thinking and can actually do practice sets for a lot longer without all the noise and hubbub around you. your only real hindrance is yourself and your frustration; you have a habit of giving into your carelessness that sends you spiraling into despair, and it doesnât help that when you press your cheek against the surface of your dining table and whine, the comfort jeno offers is noticeably delayed because heâs too busy thinking about his cock between your lips.Â
âmy dadâs going to kill me if i fail this midterm,â you grumble, stabbing the practice sheet with your pencil; it skids sideways, and jeno robotically fixes it back into proper alignment for you, careful not to brush against the arm thatâs folded inwards, supporting your chin. âhe only agreed to let me take this degree because of the business aspect of it. as if iâll need to know aboutââ you check the header of the worksheet. âdomain and range when iâm doing actual design work.â
âyouâll never know what might be useful later on in life. i definitely thought this was nonsense back in high school â and then i got this job.âÂ
âand now youâre rolling in dough?â you smile slightly. jeno chuckles.Â
âiâm a long way away from having myself a scrooge mcduck golden pool, but i make enough to get by very comfortably, thanks to this.âÂ
âthanks to me, you mean.â
âyouâre not my only student,â he snorts, pinching your elbow; you cry out exaggeratedly. âfocus up. the hourâs almost over, and you should have finished with this much earlier.â
âcan you leave it as homework?â
ânot a chance.â
you blow out a sharp puff of air. âmy mom used to do this thing where sheâd give me rewards if i did well with my homework. i wish iâd still get something out of this.âÂ
âwhat kind of rewards did she give you?âÂ
âchocolates â candy, or sometimes weâd go out for milk tea together, if i did a particularly good job.â
âthis is math tutoring, not a trip to the dentist,â jeno says, amused.Â
âa trip to the dentist would be more enjoyable,â you mutter under your breath, picking up your pencil and doodling an angry face next to the number youâre only halfway through solving. âthis totally blows.âÂ
âtry to finish this before the hourâs up, and iâll see if i can get you something nice. out of my own paycheck,â he stresses, prodding at your cheek to shift your attention back to the paper. he doesnât miss the fact that your eyes light up, childish as the promise is.Â
he doesnât know if thatâs really what motivates you, but you do manage to finish the worksheet with a few minutes to spare before the clock hits seven, and that earns you some light, solo applause. it isnât much by way of true praise, but you flush with pride all the same. jeno packs his things in silence as you get yourself a glass of water, and you see him to the door. only there does he notice your eager eyes, your expectant smile.Â
âwhatâs going through that pretty little head of yours?â
âare you really going to give me a reward? i did great today, you know,â you respond bluntly.Â
âyou were serious about that?â he laughs.Â
âabsolutely. i earned it.â you raise a slim finger, wagging it in his face. he trails it with his gaze, no shortage of amusement in his eyes. ânext monday, i want something sweet.â
jeno takes in the sight of you, keeping your door open with your hip; he wonders if you know what youâre doing to him, what youâre asking of him â if you even know thereâs nothing that could possibly be sweeter than you at this very moment. he drinks in the sight of your feigned haughty expression on your pretty features, the unnervingly low dip of your tank top, the tempting hemline of your shorts, and feels like you must be aware of what heâs going to do next.Â
âif itâs something sweet you want, you donât have to wait until next week.âÂ
he does it before he can think it through â surely, thereâs nothing too harmful about a quick kiss? he angles your chin upward with his thumb and forefinger before you can even react to his words, and he tastes you like that for the first time. youâre just as soft and as sweet as heâd imagined, if not more so.Â
when jeno pulls away, you step back; thereâs shock written all over your face, your mouth still hanging open slightly. your voice is gentle, shaky when you start speaking.Â
âsunbae, whaââ
âsee you next week. rest up over the weekend, or thereâll be consequences.âÂ
he finds it easy to joke with you now, even after what heâs done â finds it easy to wave goodbye with nonchalance as he walks to the elevator, now that heâs gotten one thing out of his system. the look on your face, the growing blush across the bridge of your nose and your temples is indication enough for jeno to feel confident â if you hadnât thought about him that way before, you were sure to spend the next few days doing exactly that.Â
itâs exactly a week before your midterm exam, and jeno notices youâre less than focused.Â
heâd let you stew over the weekend, not expecting much by way of communication; indeed, his phone hadnât once been jostled by your texts. heâd taken that silence to assume that youâd been wrapped up in thoughts of the kiss heâd left you with, and you did not disappoint on that front; the next monday saw you fidgety, flushed, and constantly faltering in your words. you asked less questions, which normally indicated a problem, but today, heâd let it slide; you definitely had a little too much on that pretty little brain of yours.Â
he notices youâre still dolled up â your eyelids are shimmery, and your lips are glossy; youâre wearing a tennis skirt that hits all the right buttons for him, too. itâs true that youâre always pretty well-dressed and put together, but today somehow feels different. if before, jeno had always seen you dressed up simply to look good, today it feels a little more like youâre dressed up to look good for him. he knows itâs a little bit egotistical to assume as much, but he also doesnât miss the side glances you throw at him when you think heâs not looking at you answering your textbook or the way your cheeks glow when you make the slightest bit of eye contact.Â
still, you try to focus as much as you can; itâs adorable, in fact, to see all your valiant efforts to appear unperturbed. he figures heâll play along for as long as you will â what matters to him, after all, is that youâre in the game to begin with. you complain less today, focus on your worksheets, and jeno even manages to witness the sight of your forehead creasing up as you concentrate on a particularly difficult item. youâre adorable, in the kind of way that makes him want to pin you down and have his way with you.Â
you finish your work without a fuss today; you only actually asked for his help twice, which was a feat in and of itself. and again, when the session is over, you walk him to the door.
this time, when you linger, he waits; youâre clearly not good at hiding your true intentions, as itâs become clear you have something you want to say. as you try to piece your thoughts together, jeno reaches into his backpackâs front pocket and extracts todayâs gift â an actual chocolate bar, albeit a rather run of the mill one.Â
âwhatâs this?â you ask, your thought process clearly derailed as confusion takes over your features.Â
âyour reward. for a good job last week and today â you said you wanted one, didnât you?âÂ
âbut i thoughtââ you stop yourself, your mouth opening and closing, suddenly wordless. jeno grins.Â
ânot good enough? i picked that up from a convenience store on my way here, so it definitely isnât anything special, but i thought it would at least be a good motivator.â
youâre turning red, and thereâs turmoil in your eyes â he enjoys this, he realizes, the way he flusters you. if he had known this would be the result, he would have made a move much sooner. you shift your weight from one foot to the other, back and forth, obviously weighing out your options too. finally, you say, âalright.â
âyou seem disappointed.â
âiâm not.â
âiâll get you a better brand next time, if you really donât like it.âÂ
âitâs not that.â
âso what is it?â he doesnât expect you to say it, and you donât defy expectations; your bottom lip just quivers, and jeno chuckles low under his breath, stepping forward just past your doorway, just a little bit closer to you. âdonât tell me you wanted something completely different?â
you donât say so, but he knows; he can tell by the way you tilt your head back, the way your lips part slightly, the gloss still trailing along the seam. he can tell by the way your torso arches just a little bit closer, almost like an accident. he can tell by the way your eyes bore into his, almost pleading.Â
âwhat you did last weekâŠâ you start, but your voice trails off into nothing soon after. he chuckles again.
âah, that. i might have gotten ahead of myself.âÂ
âwas that all?â you press.
âand what would you do, if it wasnât?â
âwell â do you always like to play games?â
âi have a penchant for playing with my food before i eat it, if that answers your question.â he smiles down at your still-reddening face. âi was giving you a reward, as you wanted. i came up short on options then and there. youâll let it slide this once, wonât you?â
âyou did that just because i did well last week?â
âof course.â
âwell, i did well today, too.âÂ
âyou did, and thatâs why you have this.â he gestures to the chocolate bar in your hand.Â
âi donât want this.â your voice is stubborn now, heated and frustrated, and you stuff the chocolate back into his hand. you must not like having to ask for something so blatantly â itâs too bad jeno wants to hear it in those exact words.Â
âtell me what you really want, then.âÂ
youâre still unable to find the words, but your hands do the talking for you; they press into his shoulders and give you leverage to tiptoe until youâre just close enough to his lips. but you donât close that gap, your mouth quivering only inches away from his, and oh, jeno wants to toy with you, but youâre just too irresistible this close to him. his warm palms press against your jaw, keeping your face steady as he closes the gap, and this time, he doesnât just get a brief taste of you â jeno claims your lips with the thirst of a man whoâs stumbled upon an oasis in the desert.Â
you must have thought about this moment long and hard over the weekend, because the nonchalant side of you thatâs turned a blind eye to him is completely gone; he drinks in your soft noises and short, breathless gasps â all signs of your eagerness â until heâs drunk on the taste of you. the deeper the kiss gets, the less you can keep up, but you try, and jeno always likes rewarding your efforts, his wide tongue taut and flush against your tiny one in the sweet, warm cavern of your mouth. he licks every inch of it, leaves the mild nicotine taste of himself there, before he pulls away slowly. your eyes are still closed when he creates distance, fluttering open in a happy haze a few seconds later.Â
âgood enough for you?â he murmurs, tucking a soft lock of hair behind your ear. you hum in assent through your dazed smile, and jeno knows he wonât be the only one looking forward to this coming wednesday.
youâd done really well today.
jenoâs proud of you â prouder than heâs been of most of his students in his career here at the university, actually. youâd finally answered a worksheet almost perfectly, save for a couple of numbers where youâd forgotten to round up, and those things are absolutely negligible at this point (by his books, anyway). youâve been on your best behavior yet, avoiding all forms of complaint, and he knows fully well why, but he wonât criticize you for your hard work all the same, no matter the motivation behind it.Â
in fact, youâve done so good that he doesnât wait until heâs about to leave to give you your sweet reward â which is why, twenty minutes before heâs meant to go, heâs got you on your couch, your legs spread, each one hooked over his shoulders.Â
truth be told, youâd been good way before the lesson had started; youâd answered the door in a crop top and the tiniest pair of shorts youâve dared to wear yet â all clothes that you couldnât yet wear outside yet, given the weather. selfishly, jeno is thankful for this fact, and if he had to list down other things heâs thankful for, just off the top of his head, itâs that you no longer meet in the tutoring center and that your apartmentâs walls seem thick and well-reinforced.Â
âsunbae, donât tease me.â your silly little whining voice makes its first appearance of the day, but all jeno does is smile â itâs an almost wicked expression, set firmly between your thighs. âyou said i did really well today. donât tell me youâre backing out on rewarding me?â
ânot at all, sweetheart,â he hums, pressing a small kiss to your inner thigh. he likes seeing you shiver at the contact, likes the way youâre chewing on your lip in what appears to be slight agitation. âjust thinking of how much of a reward you deserve.âÂ
in all honesty, jeno would like to take every bit of you now; youâre already so ready for him, anyway. he can smell the faint perfume of your arousal, can see the way youâre anticipating the most from him, and a part of him doesnât want to deny you of that. the larger part of him has dreamed of burying his cock into you, anyway, and why wouldnât he do that? but something also tells him to wait â or, rather, to make you wait, to make you want him just a little more.Â
and so, he decides.
his mouth finds your skin again, pressing kisses up your thigh; they get wetter, hotter as his mouth moves up, until his nose and lips are buried against your clothed core. you squirm in response, but his grip on your thighs keeps you relatively steady, even as his tongue presses against thin fabric. the wet muscle pushes sharp against your tiny entrance, the tip meeting slight resistance against your shorts and panties, but he finds a way, burying half his tongue in alongside damp cloth.Â
youâre already wet like this, and so needy that it might be possible for jeno to get you off just like this, still clothed, but the hunger in him spikes once you call out to him.Â
âsunbae, pleaseâŠâ
with a groan, his fingers yank the fabric aside, exposing your pussy to the warmth of his breathing. itâs as pink, as pretty, as tiny as the rest of you, as fuckable as heâd imagined it would be, and he wastes no time in pressing his tongue flat against your folds, dragging it up in a wide, messy stripe; the muscle only tenses when it bumps against your clit, his tongue flicking upwards to tease it.Â
youâre so reactive, even at the slightest things â you whimper, you squeeze your eyes shut, you squirm. youâre begging to be fucked, and jenoâs cock is strained tight against his jeans, but your taste is so addicting that he canât help but dive back in. his tongue eases between your folds now, spreading them apart until theyâre lewd and sticky with his saliva, and the nub of your clit has grown so pronounced now â so pert and lovely that he canât help but purse his lips around it and suck with excess force.Â
âsunbae â fâfuck,â you mewl; you almost sound tearful. âfâfeels so goodâŠâ
jeno wants to tell you how fucking good you taste, how beautiful the sounds youâre making are, but his mouth is too busy; his teeth rake down your cunt lightly, earning him a jerk of your hips, and he has to place pressure down on your thighs again to make sure youâre still enough for him to slip his tongue into your cunt.Â
he can tell even just by that how tight youâd be around him; your walls are warm around his tongue, and thereâs a pressure against the muscle that tells him how good itâd feel for his cock to take its place. as if to simulate his desires, he presses his tongue deeper in, fucks you shallowly with its wetness until your whimpers become little sobs, broken and choked back. his thumb drags across your slit then settles against your clit, and he can feel the thrum of your pulse against the pad of his finger, beckoning him. he complies, easily, thumb tracing circles around the nub that start off slow, only for him to ramp up the pace alongside his tongue.Â
youâre easily at fault for that; the way you whine for him, call him sunbae, tell him how good it feels over and over â why wouldnât he want more of you?Â
heâs not sure which of you really earns the sweet reward today; you cum on his tongue, your cunt trembling against his mouth and your fingers threaded into his hair, but heâs the one who comes out licking his lips like heâs had the best treat of his damn life.
come the middle of next week, jeno finds himself face to face with a test paper â one already clearly marked, with a number circled on the top-right corner. ninety. a stellar grade for anyone, and especially for you.Â
you know it, and you look absolutely triumphant; youâre practically shining as you perch on your little dining table, your perfectly manicured finger jabbing at the score in emphasis.Â
âflying colors, wouldnât you say?âÂ
âcolor me impressed,â jeno replies smoothly, a genuine smile of pride tugging at his lips; he turns the page over, scanning your responses. you still draw your parabolas a little on the small side, making them a bit difficult to discern, and youâve still got the habit of not rounding your answers up, but this is tremendous work, and heâll be the first to praise you for it. âyour dad must be filled to the brim with joy now, right?â
âi havenât told him yet. you were the first.â
âwell, iâm proud of you, sweetheart.âÂ
âproud enough to give me a reward?âÂ
he looks down at you in feigned thoughtfulness. here you sit, back in your little tennis skirt, looking up at him with hopeful eyes under those long, curled lashes. for someone who spent the first half of this semester acting ostensibly nonchalant, youâd very easily shown your true colors soon after â not that he really minds. in fact, heâs taken a decided kind of liking to how eager and willing youâve come to be.Â
âweâve only just started our session, though,â he hums out, an idle thumb grazing his chin as he watches your expression turn from bright to cloudy, the beginnings of strategy darkening your gaze. itâs not like he wants to say no; he has no real intention to. but seeing you squirm in want makes him feel good about his decision to hold out a little longer â never mind the ache in his cock even then. âdonât we usually leave the rewards for a later time?âÂ
âi was thinking â since itâs the start of a new lesson ââÂ
âwe wouldnât want you falling behind from the start, would we?â
âi promise i wonât,â you pout. âi promise iâll put in my best effort next time.âÂ
ânext time? sweetheart, donât tell me youâre thinking to get off scot-free todayâŠâ jeno trails off, his hand falling to the nearest surface it can reach â which, logic seems to dictate, is your soft, milky thigh. he feels you tense under his palm, and he bites back a smile, keeping his expression level. âi just donât know.â
your small hands grip at the front of his shirt, and he hears you, for the first time, doing something heâs always wanted to hear you do.Â
âplease, sunbae?â
how could he say no to you? he hadnât really planned on it, had only wanted to see you do this, but itâs still too much and beyond his expectation â your misty gaze, your quivering lip. itâs almost laughable that you donât think heâd notice the way you shift yourself so that his hand, still warm against your thigh, slides up your skin, the hem of your skirt bunched up in the junction between his thumb and forefinger.
jeno chuckles â isnât this exactly where and how heâs always wanted you? âhow could you ask me like that and expect me to refuse, angel? in that case, i have no real choice but to dedicate all our time today to your reward.âÂ
your breathing hitches â in anticipation, in desire, in excitement â as his hand continues its trail upward, deliberately now, fingers hooking into the waistband of your panties. his head dips down, rests into the crook of your neck, and he inhales the thick, sweet scent of your perfume, your shampoo, of you and all that heâll take from you.Â
âjust remember, you asked for this,â he murmurs against your skin. âso iâm going to take every bit of you until thereâs nothing left for anyone else.âÂ
youâre so willing, so ready even before he can get his full bearings; your hips are rising slightly off the table, and jeno feels like itâs you thatâs telling him to move faster. he tugs down your panties, letting gravity take its course until theyâre a tiny puddle of fabric on the floor, and he slots himself between your legs. like this, you have no choice but to spread, and you do so without hesitation, your knees locking against his sides as he pulls you in for a tight, hungry kiss. thereâs that taste of you he loves, that clean, sweet buzz that draws him in, and his hands are bruisingly tight on your waist as he reclaims your lips.Â
you already look dazed when he pulls away, which is always cute, but a little unfair â jeno wants you to be aware still when he takes you, and damn, if he doesnât want to take you right fucking now. he kisses you again, harder and more demanding, as if willing your attention back to him, while his hands explore you â run up your thighs, fingers brushing against the plush curve of your ass. itâs not enough, not by a long shot, and heâs pushing the waistline of your skirt up your stomach with his hands, letting his warmth transfer onto your skin; he chuckles as your stomach sucks inward at his touch, just as you let out a gasp against his lips.
and he wants desperately to hear that noise again; in fact, he wants to know what you sound like in every capacity. his mouth works down your neck, pleased to find that suckling wet and languid on a spot just above your collarbone has you writhing and whimpering. are you sensitive or touch-starved? whatever the reason, he wants to draw all of that out of you, his hands drawing back down to hook under your thighs. jeno drags you to the edge of the table, until your bare cunt is flush against the front of his jeans, and he lets you feel him â a brief tease of whatâs to come.Â
âiâm sâso wet already,â you whisper, as if he doesnât know â as if you know itâs exactly what he wants to hear anyway. âsunbae, please, i need you.â
ânot that,â he murmurs, his teeth grazing your collarbone as he speaks. ânot sunbae. jeno. call me jeno, angel.â
âjeno,â you exhale shakily, and itâs music to his ears â as if the last thing holding him back from you had shattered.Â
âthatâs it â what a good girl,â he purrs, his hips rocking forward against your pussy before they retract, leaving just enough space for his hand to slip between. slender fingers trail down your folds, sticky and slick. âyou are all wet for me, arenât you? ready to take me deep inside?âÂ
even the way you nod, a tiny movement of assent, drives him wild, yet a part of him still wants to test the limit of your patience, his middle finger stretching to circle your entrance.Â
âwouldnât want to shock your tiny little pussy, though, would i? will you let me stretch you out first, kitten?â
âyes,â you mewl, sounding almost tearful. âanythingâ anything, please.â
jeno drinks in the long, drawn-out keen you set free when his digit sinks into you; heâs already felt your walls against his tongue, but a small part of him is still surprised at just how tight you are. that same part nags that he might not fit easily into you, but whatever that voice is is easily drowned out by a more assertive promise â heâll make it fit.Â
âcanât tell you how much iâve wanted to feel your pretty little hole around my cock,â he presses on, his finger pushing deeper in; he feels you tense a delicious kind of tightness, as if itâs almost too much for you. is it? âever since that first day you came into the tutoring center, dressed up all cute â did you do that on purpose, sweetheart?â
âyes,â you admit, breathless; the syllable is lengthened into a weak moan as jeno pumps his finger into you, slow, deep strokes that tease your tacky walls open. âwanted â wanted to make a good impressionâŠâ
âand you did, didnât you? kept looking so sweet for me, so pretty every single time â got me thinking about all the ways i wanted to have you. got me so fucking hard every time weâd meet â is that what you wanted?â
jeno doesnât give you much room to respond, but he can make his own answers to appease himself anyway; he reclaims your lips, already eager for another taste of you, and you comply with the same amount of desire, your soft whimpers melting against his teeth. in the space of pseudo silence, wet, messy noises, he manages to tease another digit into you, and you cry out against his lips as it pushes in, joining the first in how deep it reaches. he absorbs that too, takes in every minute sound you make, relishes the way you pulse around his fingers. even without the noises, he can tell your pleasureâs heightening, with the way you clench around him, your hips rocking pitifully as youâre eager to rut against his palm.Â
âlook at you now.â heâs selfish, but he doesnât care â he wants to ruin you, and if the telltale squelch of your cunt as he fucks his fingers into it isnât indication enough, then the way your mouth hangs open as he pulls away, letting his name fall freely from your lips, definitely is. âlegs spread, all desperate to feel good for me. what a needy little kitten you are. this good enough for you, angel?â
you shake your head, only to squeal as he pulls you closer, his fingers shoving deeper into you; your hips are re-angled, allowing him to brush the pads of his digits against the rough, sweet spot, and he feels triumph bloom in his chest as you throw your head back, teary eyes squeezed shut.
âno, no, no,â you babble, and he can see the bob of your throat as you swallow hard, clutching at sense to make words. âwant â need your cock, want to cum on your cock so badly, jeno â want you to fuck me, stretch me open, please ââ
âgreedy, arenât you?â he murmurs, leaning in to nip at the spot heâd left reddened above your collarbone. âgo on then â show me how much you want it. show me what a good girl you are, and cum on my fingers.âÂ
âbutââÂ
âcome on, angel,â he urges above the squelching noises, increasing surely in volume. his fingers meet resistance when they spread apart inside you, but all it does is create a delicious friction that has you squirming in his hold. âdonât hold back. let me see you fall apart.âÂ
and you do, so prettily, your eyes rolling back and your voice unrestrained. jenoâs fingers ride you through your orgasm, pumping deep and steady despite how slick youâve gotten, your juices coating his hand and wrist. he watches the flush rise to your neck, stopping at your cheeks, watches the heaving of your chest, the shine of your skin from a thin sheen of sweat, and he doesnât want to let you come down from this high, but his cock is aching â practically bursting from his jeans â and all he can do is make the silent vow that the next time you look like this, heâll be balls deep in you.Â
âthatâs my girl,â he coos gently, watching the tension slip from your shoulders; his free hand is at the small of your back quickly, easing you down as your torso falls back, and youâre laying on the table. âpretty little thing, arenât you? cumming so sweetly for me.âÂ
âjeno,â you groan out weakly, your tiny hand clasping around his wrist. âcock â i want your cock, pleaseââÂ
âcanât wait?â heâs indecent for sounding amused, but even that does nothing to stay his arousal; how eager you are simply makes him want you all the more. âokay, angel â since you asked so nicely.âÂ
a slight twinge of disappointment runs through him as he pulls his fingers out, but itâs quickly buried by the feeling he gets once he gives you a clear sweep of a once-over; how slutty you look, still half-dressed but already half-ruined, your thighs shaking in an effort to keep them open for him, the remnants of your last climax still leaking out of your hole. the sight of you has him so distracted that unbuttoning and unzipping his pants feels like a fever dream of an act; he barely notices what heâs doing until heâs already bare in front of you, and alertness has crawled halfway back into your consciousness as you push yourself up on your elbows to look at him.
âitâs soââ you have the decency to blush, though thereâs a pleased look on your face that tells him youâre not really embarrassed. âi didnât think youâd be this big.âÂ
âdoes that worry you?â
âiâve never had anyone⊠this big.â pride blooms in his chest â good, he thinks, because if he canât be as memorable as your first, then heâll take being the most in something as a prize. âi donât think â will it fit?â
âdoes it matter?â he chuckles, and your blush deepens. âno matter what â youâll take all of me in, wonât you?â
you chew on your bottom lip, as if considering your options, but to jeno, thereâs really only one choice â the correct one, and you make it when you nod your head.Â
âitâll feel good, though, you know,â he muses. his hand wrapped around his base, he lines himself up with you, the tip grazing against your folds. âeven better than just now.â
with just a little more pressure, he has his shaft flush against you; his girth sits against your slit, the tip pressed against your clit, and he starts to rock his hips â into his fist, against your cunt. your hips quiver, and a shiver runs through you as your pleasure spikes again, but he can tell it isnât enough. your bottom lip is back between your teeth, and your eyes are flitting between his face and his cock. jeno reaches out, eases your lip out from between your teeth, strokes it gently, almost tenderly.Â
âsay it,â he commands in a soft, silky voice.Â
âfuck me, jeno,â you breathe out, barely missing a beat. âfuck me, fuck my pussy, please.â
and if you ask that desperately, heâll waste no time; he draws his hips back, dragging his cock down until heâs aligned with your entrance. his eyes are trained on your face, even when he pushes in, so that he can take in your expression â the widening of your eyes as his tip breaches the first wave of resistance, the way your mouth falls agape as his fingers dig hard into your flesh. heâs never seen a prettier sight in his life.
âstretched you out already, but youâre still so fucking tight,â his voice is a soft, melodious croon, a stark contrast to the way heâs forcing past your tightness. âtight and wet, like a good girl.âÂ
âso big,â you whimper, your fingers stretched far enough to tickle the front of his shirt. âcanât â canât take it.âÂ
âof course you can, angel.â jeno doesnât give you the time to brace yourself fully before heâs rocking his hips in a little more sharply, his cock now halfway into you. your fingers curl into a little fist, immediately flying back to block the noise from your mouth. âah ah. donât get shy on me now; youâve been so noisy for me all this time.â
but he doesnât really mind the way you clap your palm over your mouth to muffle your high-pitched squeal as he thrusts in fully, the adjustment period after the last movement close to nothing; heâs too busy focusing on how good you feel around him, how warm and wet your insides are. this is heaven, easily, and jeno wants to stay here for as long as he can.Â
âgod, youâre fucking tight,â he repeats, an appreciatory gaze running over where youâre joined. his thumb stretches over your folds, rubbing them â something of an apology, perhaps, although all it does is stimulate you more, and you shiver at the extra contact. âhow deep is it, baby?â
âcan feel you here,â you mumble out, your small hand pressing just above your pelvis. he feels the tightness multiply as you place pressure, even just for a moment. âyour cockâs so much deeper than anyone else.âÂ
your hand falls away, limp, as he draws his hips back; you inhale, long and deep, before letting it out as a broken moan when he pushes back in. it drives him crazy, to start off this slow, when all he wants is to find a pace that has you sobbing, but the resistance of your pussy against his length isnât easy to ignore. jeno works you open, his jaw set and his grip tight against your frame, and it isnât long before heâs picking up speed, the slap of his flesh against yours fueling him exponentially, mingling with your cries, steadily increasing in volume.Â
âthatâs it. let everyone hear you,â he eggs on, his thumb now circling tight around your clit; your legs are quivering, threatening to close, but he keeps you steady, one arm wrapped around your thigh. his thrusts grow rougher, more deliberate, and when he looks up from where youâre joined back to your face, he sees your expression as a mixture of incredulity and ecstasy. a thin line of drool hangs from the corner of your mouth, your pretty pink lip gloss smeared, and fuck if he doesnât want to make sure you look like this every single time he comes over. âlet them know whoâs fucking you good, angel.â
âjâ jeno!â your voice hitches, lilts up as he presses in at a different, deeper angle, and he almost cums right then and there from the way your walls pulse around him. âyour cock feels so good, fucking me just rightâ more, god, moreââÂ
he complies without hesitation, gathering both your thighs and pushing them closer to your chest; you look even lewder like this, folded in half with your sopping cunt presented to him like itâs all his to take, and it is, isnât it? thereâs an increase in the intensity, the vigor in which he pumps his cock into you, and he knows heâs brushing repeatedly against your spot by the way youâre blubbering his name out in a way that suggests you sincerely think no one else in this building can hear you.Â
âthatâs my girl,â he hums approvingly, though thereâs a thickness in his voice that has him sounding a little more strained. âsuch a good girl, with your cunt all nice and sloppy for me. do you like it when i go this deep? does it feel good when i fuck you where no one else can?âÂ
âyes!â you sob out, your hands crumpling the end of your skirt up into tight fists. âjeno, iâ cum, i need to cum again, pleaseââ
âiâve got you, kitten,â his tone is reassuring, a stark contrast to the rigor of his hips. âdonât have to hang on for me, you know; always love seeing you fall apart.âÂ
âmâclose, so close ââÂ
âlet go, then,â he urges, his blunt nails digging into your flesh. âlet me feel that sweet cunt cum on my cock.âÂ
you comply without hesitation, though if youâd done it willingly, he canât really tell; he has to pin your hips down to stop you from bucking up and causing him to slip out, and you writhe against him as you sob in ecstasy, your walls fluttering before they clench. stray tears leak from your eyes, squeezed shut, and jeno wants nothing more than to eat you up like this â broken, fucked out.Â
youâre not even fully down from your high when he feels it â that sudden wrenching in his gut that tells him heâs about to follow suit. with a low groan, he peels your thighs apart again, lets you watch him as he bullies straight into your leaking hole. your voice is a staccato, punctuating every deep, sharp thrust into you, and itâs exactly to that melody that he wants to get off.Â
âtell me where you want it, angel.â he doesnât trust his voice, sharp and short as it is now. âshould i mark your pretty face? your stomach?â
âwant it against my pussy,â you whisper out, and jeno almost loses his mind as he watches you spread your folds apart with your forefinger and middle finger, inviting him. âmake a mess of it, sunbae.â
heâs barely able to pull out before heâs spilling against you; he ruts against your slit, coating your folds and the insides of your thighs in thick, creamy white. you hold your legs apart for as long as you can until they start to tremble, and he catches them and gently eases them down.Â
when you sit up to kiss him, youâre still demanding; he feels your hips rock closer, your sticky cunt pressing against the underside of his cock.
ânot enough,â you murmur against his lips, and jeno chuckles as you bind your hands around his neck.Â
âdonât worry, kitten,â he hums back. âweâve got all afternoon.â
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NO IDEA â l.dh
pairing: loser!donghyuck x fem!reader
no idea synopsis: a story where both you and lee donghyuck seem to get what you want. he's the perfect pawn in making your ex-boyfriend jealous and the smarty pants tutor helping you pass your math class. donghyuck has it easy too, he's finally able to seek out and experience the world of dating through you, his long-devoted crush and surprisingly enthusiastic tutoring student. but then again, when meaningless tutoring sessions soon evolve into reciprocated feelings, is it really that easy?
genre: college au, nonidol au, fake dating au, social media au (includes written chapters), classmates to friends to lovers, he's a nerd & she's a popular cheerleader (you see where this is going), he fell first but she fell harder trope, kinda based off to all the boys i've loved before, fluff, crack/humor, angst, one-sided pining that turns into mutual pining
warnings: explicit language, unrealistic college partying, talks about family issues (this does NOT reflect any of the idol's families!), yuqi has an ex gf, some alcohol consumption, kys and sexual humor, bullying, hyuck and his buds are mistreated âčïž, hyunjin is a bad bf!!!, cheesy af, unrequited love, bad insults that sound like they're from the 2000s, HELLA miscommunication
no idea playlist: btr's no idea, taylor swift's you belong with me, the vamps + demi lovato's somebody to you, james arthur's can i be him, ariana grande's daydreamin, fitz & the tantrums' out of my league, shawn mendes' treat you better, bruno mars' just the way you are, lonely god's marlboro nights, the 1975's i'm in love with you, sam smith's like i can, arctic monkeys' wanna be yours
author's note: FIRST HYUCK SMAUU! how we feeling đ i needed to get this idea out of my system! plus, i love this type of trope, and haechan just fits the nerdy role đ I HAD TO! but happy reading :D <3
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profiles: "ncu freaks" + jeno đ€ | gal pals & two men
intro. #manifestationiskey đ©·
ep 1. but a FAILING?
ep 2. i guess i'm her tutor
ep 3. WHY IS HE ATTRACTIVE
ep 4. COUGH y/n bag him COUGH
ep 5. i know i can treat youuu bettterr
ep 6. YNHYUCK PLOT IS FINALLY SAILING!
ep 7. bro texts with his đŻđ»đźđȘđŽđ đȘđ”đčđ±đȘ mode on đșđ
ep 8. bro fumbled HARD đ€Šââïž
ep 9. LET THE BOY LIVE!! HES IN LOVE!!
ep 10. THE HARD LAUNCH GOES CRAZY
ep 11. lemme guess, fake boyfriend responsibilities? (written)
ep 12. jeno got me up... plotting
ep 13. AMAZING fake boyfriend
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ep 15.
ep 16.
ep 17.
ep 18.
more to come. . .!
started: 09/06/24 finished:
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Confession | LMH (M)
Best friend Mark x fem reader
Summary: you look beautiful and the time feels right, so he decides to confess.
Warnings: sexual content, big dick mark, unprotected sex, he's in love with you, he's also a bit of a freak, proofread (kinda)
Word count: 1,6k
Song recs: juno by Sabrina Carpenter
A/N: I wrote this on a whim bc I miss him and and need him in the least biblical way possible. Enjoy
"can I tell you something?" His breathy whisper tickled your ear, giving you goosebumps all over. Marks hands roamed your sides, his firm fingers pressing into your skin as you listen to his shaky breathing.
âtell me.â
âI really like you.â His lips press against your ear lobe, heat spreading in the lower parts of your body. His chest is pressed against yours, hearts beating in unison as he kisses the back of your ear down your neck. âI love you actually.â
âYou love me?â
Mark doesnât know if it was the alcohol that bought on this confession or maybe the fact that you just looked especially good that night. But it clearly didnât matter, especially when your face was so close to his. You canât keep focus, not knowing whether to look at his eyes or lips and he quickly too notice, simply making the decision for you.
His lips melt into yours, the calm sound of his heavy breathing and the fire place cracking making your stomach flutter. Mark moves his hands to your hips, pressing your pelvis against his. His lips tie into yours almost too perfectly like it's meant to be, tongue smoothly sliding into your mouth naturally.
âI need you,â you whine softly.â
Mark nods, quickly taking off his suit jacket and throwing it on the couch behind him. Your hands fly to his chest, tugging at his tie pulling it off. Mark pulls away from your lips, resting his forehead on yours. His eyes light up watching you unbutton his shirt, brows scrunched in a desperate attempt to get it off.
He cracks a smile feeling your hands run up his body right to back of his neck, pulling him in for another deep kiss while your fingers tangle in his hair. Mark sneaks his hands around you, resting his large palms on your ass. He canât help himself, the feeling of your plush ass drives him insane. You whine feeling him squeeze you, making him damn near rock hard, and you can feel it. You can feel how hard he is for you, and you want it so badly.
Marks fingertips bunch your dress in his hands, fisting the fabric as he kisses you. âI want you to touch me baby,â he says softly.
That was all you needed, immediately shoving the man on the couch behind you. Mark fell with grace, his light brown hair coving his face in the most elegant way possible. The fire lot his face, his pretty brown eyes looking at you. Mark watches you bunch your dress at your hips, climbing on him to straddle his lap. He canât keep his hands to himself, immediately pushing the fabric up your legs, gripping your thick thighs.
âfuck,â you sigh. He looks like a dream under you. The way the light from behind flickers against his features does wonders for you. You canât hold back, wishing for this moment for a long time. Mark doesnât stop you from unbuckling his belt and undoing his dress pants that are a little too big for him.
The silence is comforting, nothing but the sound of your shaky breath as you palm his hard cock through his boxers. You pump him slowly through the fabric, watching his face twist in pleasure.
âyes baby just like that,â he sighs in pleasure.
You could watch him all day if you could, but you canât, not when youâre dying to feel him stretch you open. âdo you have any condoms?â
Mark gulps, shaking his head. He thought youâd be completely turned off, but his lips parted when you reached into his boxers, soft hands wrapping around his shaft. Mark watches you pull him out the fabric, nearly moaning seeing the size of him.
âfuck Iâve waited so long for this,â you whisper. He couldnât keep his eyes off you, the way you pulled up your dress revealing that you were in fact not wearing anything underneath. Your breathing was erratic, too excited to see the way the man looked at you while your lifted your hips, pressing his tip to your pussy.
A gasp leaves your lips, brows furrowed as you sink down on his cock. His hands are on your back and hip, gripping the fabric of your dress as he watches himself disappear inside you. Your body is hot, not only from the fireplace but from the way heâs looking at you.
âthatâs it baby, deep breaths,â he says softly, rubbing soothing circles on your thigh.
âyouâre so big,â you whine softly. You press your hips down more, hands flying to his shoulders feeling him move deeper in you. Heâs so overwhelming, but you canât stop yourself from grinding, your body moving on Its own. âFuck,â your whimper softly.
Marks grips your dress, pushing it further up your body. His breathing increases, heart shooting out of his chest as he watches you use him to pleasure yourself. You look so pretty in your formal attire, hair done, makeup done, wearing the necklace he bought for you. Your lips part, soft moans spilling as you moved your hips.
âGod, I love you so much.â Mark tilts your chin down, kissing you deeply, tongue exploring your mouth. Your hips moved faster, moans falling into your mouth as he gripped your thigh tight. The kiss was hot and wet, both of your mouths absorbing the sinister sounds of pleasure. Mark pulls away from the kiss, your heavy panting becoming all the more noticeable.
âJust like that baby, youâre so good for me.â
Your body completely melted into his, hands gripping his shoulders tight. Mark loves the way your necklace falls into his face, you biting your lip softly as you ride him faster. Your whines turn into whimpers and moans, shaky sounds escaping your mouth just like he always wanted.
âMarkâŠoh my god.â
Youâre so blinded by pleasure, you cant even tell when his thumb ended up in your mouth. Your plump lips wrapped around the digit, brows furrowed as you stared into his eyes. The man pulls his thumb out your mouth, saliva still connecting the two of you together.
âI love you so much,â he moans, other hand gripping your hip. âAll mine, right?â
You nod fast, feeling yourself get even more turned on. You clench around him, hands trembling on his shoulders. âI-Iâm so close mark,â you moan.
âYouâre gonna cum on my cock? Like a good girl?â Mark holds your hips, thrusting into you like his life depended on it. Body hot, sweat on his brow while pleasures you. You tried to be quiet, not wanting to draw any attention to the room, but you just canât control yourself anymore. He feels so good inside you, like heâs made for you.
âyes, yes. Iâm your good girl..â
Mark keeps fucking you, his grunts and moans sounding like music to your ears. He wants to keep going forever, but that feeling starts brewing in his stomach. Heâs so close he might explode if you squeeze around him one more time. âFuck baby, Iâm gonna cum,â he moans. Mark tries to lift you off his lap, but you remove his hands.
You say nothing when you push his body deeper into the couch and start riding him like thereâs no tomorrow. Whines and whispers escape from both of your lips, the feeling of an orgasm so close you could taste it. You kiss him, tongue immediately going down his throat and he enjoys it, moaning into your mouth.
Thatâs when you feel it, the right ball in your stomach becoming undone, clenching around him nice and tight as you break the kiss, high pitch sounds bouncing off the walls and into his ears. Mark follows immediately after, cumming deep inside your tight cunt with his jaw dropping at the feeling.
You collapse on his body having completely sweating out your hair, dress, and makeup. You donât have to look into a mirror to know your look a mess. Lipstick everywhere, sweat fucking up your makeup, dress wrinkled to an unrecognizable degree. Mark doesnât look any better. His shirt is half way off, hair all over the place and now his once perfectly ironed slacks are wrinkled.
âHoly fuck,â you huff out, still trying to catch your breath. Mark looks up at you, brows raised with a pretty smile on his face. âCanât believe we just did that.â
âit was bound to happen.â Markâs eyes light up when you giggle. âIâm so in love with you.â
Regardless of the fact that you just had sex with him, you still canât handle how mushy and romantic he is, his words making your flustered. Mark knows you can handle it, so without letting you respond, he kisses you. Lips molding with yours, his tongue on yours tasting you. It feels like youâre the only people in the world, the way he grips your waist, pulling your body closer to him.
Both of you know you cant stay in this room, but you donât protest when he caresses your face, thumb on your lip pulling your mouth open along with your tongue. The man licks up your tongue slowly, drawing a breathy moan you. He wraps his lips around the wet muscle, sucking it softly making you clench around his no semi hard cock thatâs still inside you. You fell him thrust into you softly, but you canât let him knowing you want to.
âwait,â you say breathlessly, pulling away from his lips. âwe-we canât stay here.â
âwe can if you wanna go for round two.â
You look at him, biting your lip softly. âyou donât think weâll get in trouble?â
âI donât care about getting in trouble.â
Against your better intuition, your lips lock with his once again, his hands all over your body continuing his confession for the rest of the night.
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LEARNING CURVES (M)
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 PAIRING: 00 line x Reader (ft.Mark)
â WORD COUNT: 23k
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GENRE(S): Pure Smut
â SUMMARY: After a negative sexual encounter in high school, fear and reluctance hold you back from exploring new experiences. However, a friend offers advice that shifts your perspective, suggesting that perhaps all you need is some practice to improve and feel more confident in trying new things outside of your comfort zone. You would need a lot of practice.
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â WARNINGS: Multiple sexual acts, unprotected sex, orgy, cursing, choking. Literally just sex.ââ
NOTES: I had some fun writing this, shout out to my friend for literally living this life. You made dreams come true.
You loved being able to catch up with your friends; it was rare you got to see them nowadays with your conflicting schedules and new adult responsibilities. By now, you were all grown up, having traded in your sibling-shared rooms for an open loft and independence. You lived alone, and while at times it can feel lonely, you really enjoyed the time to yourself. Spending time alone would allow you to learn more about yourself.
Today, after debriefing with your friends about their sex lives, you discovered that yours is about as dry as the Nevada desert.Â
Your friends occupy the living room space of your new loft. You had been in your new home for about a month when they decided to come over for a housewarming party. With Jisung's tall, lean frame stretched out on the couch, everyone else had to make room on the floor. Being a lightweight. He ended up knocking out before anyone else. Your friends Chenle, Yang Yang, Yuna, and Mia surround you on the floor. Your not sure how the conversation got started, but everyone was recounting embarrassing sexcapades from the past.Â
âAnd then he fell asleep on top of me after finishing. He was practically crushing me; I thought I was gonna die,â Yuna laughs hysterically at the memory.Â
The idea of your friend experiencing that makes you shudder. Your other friends laugh along easily. The empty alcohol bottles that decorate your carpet and countertops can only indicate one thing: everyone was off their ass drunk. There was easy conversation, unceasing laughter, and smiles so big they hurt your cheeks.Â
The stories continue on, and youâre enjoying the time you get to spend together. Yanyang tells you about some girl he went home with after class one day and how she could only get off if he was wearing a cat headband.Â
âSo you pretended to be her kitten the whole time?â Mia asked with a laugh. You could tell she was getting a kick from the mental image of Yangyang purring like a kitten.
âIt was hot, actually!â He protests.
"Well, I thought this story was supposed to be embarrassing? Youâre in to petplay, big whoop?â You chime in.
"Well, it only got weird when she started calling me Mr. Whiskers,â he groans out of anguish at the memory.
Maybe it was the alcohol, but you were practically weeping at this point. âMR.WHISKERS??â
âThere's no way! Tell me you left!â Chenle adds,
âI had to see it throughâ Yang Yang shakes his head before shrugging. âWhat about you, miss lonely? Any stories? Don't think we haven't noticed how quiet you areâ Yang Yang targets you.
You feel a chill down your spine, like a bucket of ice water was just dumped over you. Although they were more of the second-hand variety, your friends did have some embarrassing stories. They weren't the ones that embarrassed themselves, and that intimidated you a little from telling your own story. Yours had been so embarrassing that you refused to try anything sexual since then. You felt like they wouldn't understand.
"Well, I havenât really done much.â You say. You wanted to avoid the conversation.
âOh come on, what about Doyoung? You two didnât do anything?â Yuna asks.
âNo, Well, not reallyâ You could feel your cheeks heating in embarrassment. This was why you didnt want to talk about it. Your lack of sexual experience was probably the reason he broke up with you.
âI've only ever given head, and it was really bad,â you finally admit.
"Well, come on. It was your first time; you canât beat yourself up about it,â Yuna encourages.
It was back in high school; you had been dating Doyoung for a few months, and you were both ready to take the next step in the relationship. You were too afraid to go too far, so you offered to just give him head.Â
You should have known better than to try to sneak away at school, but you were young and foolish. Things took a turn for the worse after you and Doyoung slipped into a supply closet in between classes.
You were both really inexperienced and only knew sex from porn. You were overly cocky in your abilities, and so was he. When you first put him in your mouth, you didn't mind your teeth at all. You used too much saliva, making everything too messy. He couldn't get hard at all, so it was hard to stroke it, and so you were just awkwardly flailing your wrist on his length. He wasn't that big, and you thought that maybe if you took him farther down your throat, he would feel better. Big mistake.Â
You swore it barely touched the back of your throat, but you had just finished lunch like 30 minutes prior, and honestly, the unfamiliar taste of his precum was making your stomach turn a little. The next thing you know, your throwing up on his shoes.
âAnd then the janitor walked in, and he had to help clean up my throw upâ You finish your story, hands cringing at your sides.
Your friends had listened intently through the whole story without interrupting once. You finally look up from your lap to scam their reactions.
Chenle was biting his lip, holding back a laugh for his dear life. Yuna was trying her hardest to look serious as she nodded her head in understanding, but you could see the tears in her eyes that threatened to fall from how hard she wanted to laugh. Yangyang and Mia were fully turned around; all you could see was their shoulders shaking.
âTHIS IS SERIOUS!â you whine in aggravation. That was the straw that broke the camel's back. The previous silent laughter turned to full-blown cackling. They were so loud, it made Jisung stir on the sofa.
You pout and cross your arms, trying to shrink yourself away. Thinking back on it after all these years, it was funny now, but it had really taken a toll on your self-confidence. You couldn't even get Doyoung hard, and after he broke up with you, you found it hard to try again. You had dated a few other guys here and there, but the moment they tried to get more physical, you got cold feet. You were a virgin, but if you wanted to be technical, you lost your virginity to a fence in the 5th grade while trying to climb a fence. You had slipped and fallen hard on the fence. You didn't realize it at the time, but the blood in your underwear that day was caused by your hymen breaking, not a deep cut from the fence you couldn't find.Â
Your friends finally calm down after they see you not laughing along. "Hey, we're sorry,â Mia apologizes âDoes it still bother you?â
"Yes,â you say
"Jeez, its been years; you really havenât had any better experience than that?â Chenle says
âYou always know exactly what to say,â you say dryly.Â
âWhat he meant to say was you were young and that was a long time ago; you shouldnt beat yourself up about it.â Mia glares at Chenle.
âI guess,â you shrug unimpressedÂ
"Well, practice makes perfect so your not gonna get better if you do nothing,â chenle says
This time, you shoot him a glare at his brutal honesty.
That's how you find yourself downloading Tinder. You had thought about it over the next few days. Your friends were all grown up and living their best lives, and you were still stuck on something that happened in your freshman year of high school. Years had passed, and you needed to move on. Maybe Lele was right? Maybe all you needed was to go out and keep falling until you could stand up on your own. Clearly, they had had their fair share of embarrassing stories, and it had helped them grow. You had a lot of growing to do if you were going to make up for the last few years.
You make your profile very simple. You add a few cute photos; nothing risky because youâre still afraid you might run into one of your friends on the app, and you would just die if they found your account.Â
You add the description of âjust looking for funâ and hope you can cast your net wide enough to catch someone promising.
You swipe for about half an hour until you get tired. You had a lot of planning to do. Chenle probably didn't mean it literally, but that's how you were going to take it.Â
You knew nothing about being intimate or physical with someone, but you were quite bookish. Instead of love and companionship, you were drawn towards studies and literature.
If there was something you didn't know, you would just crack it open and study its insides. That is how you would approach this; you would treat it as an equation that, with a little bit of study, you could solve.Â
Practice makes perfect...
Practicing math makes you a mathematician
Practicing science makes you a scientist
Practicing law makes you a lawyer
So technically speaking, if we follow the trend, if we recognize the pattern...
Practicing sex makes you a sexist?Â
Ok no, but you get the point. With practice, you should improve.
Your phone dings, and you smile at the message you got âWhat kind of fun are you looking for?â
Renjun was his name, and you had made plans to meet with him this weekend. In between classes and work, you made time to prepare yourself to meet Renjun. You had spoken to him briefly through text. You had told him that you were inexperienced and were only comfortable with giving head. He told you not to worry and that he was more than okay with that. Â
First things first: you had to deal with your first bully if you wanted to move past your past and loosen its hold on you. The thing that made you insecure, the thing that kept you up at night, you had to overcome.
THE BLOWJOB
You had prepared for this day all week. You read article after article of different techniques to try. You had gone through a whole 18 pack of popsicles, and by the 10th one, you had finally managed not to gag when you reached the last color. You couldn't quite pat yourself on the back yet; you weren't sure if you were getting better or if you had just frozen your tonsils. Today, you would find out, though.
You nervously clutch your phone as you shoot him a text letting him know you were outside. He buzzes you in, and you make your way up to apartment 0323 on the third floor. When he opens the door, you can't help but return his smile. You shouldn't judge a book by its cover, but this cover was really pretty.Â
Renjun just had a welcoming aura that made you feel comfortable. When you come inside, he asks if you want anything to drink, and he shows you where his bathroom is in case you need it, making you feel at home. After he does a short walk through, he leads you back to the living room, and you both sit on his couch.
âThis is a really nice place,â you comment, awkwardly unsure of what to say âDo you have roommates?â His apartment was very large; you noticed it was on the nicer side of town, and you saw at least 4 bedrooms.
âYeah, but I kicked them out tonight,â he says before eyeing you up and down âI want to take my time with youâÂ
Your skin instantly heated up at his bold words. The kind man who had smiled and welcomed you into his house might have been a fox.
âI've only ever done this once before, and I'm not really sure if Iâll be any good,â you say, unable to hold his eye contact.Â
âIts ok baby; Iâll teach you everything you need to know,â he says softly âYou wanna sit closer so I can see your pretty face?â He says it gently.Â
You scoot closer so that your thighs are touching. âThere's my girl,â he says, and you can feel your heart rate pick up at the praise. He doesnât look away from you once; his piercing stare makes you feel shy.
Your eyes are glued to your hands, folded politely in your lap, and when he reaches out to intertwine his with yours, you wonder if he can feel the way your hands tremble in his grasp.
âAre you scared? Why are you shaking baby?â he asks sweetly, using his other hand to caress your cheek soothingly. âDonât be afraid, baby we donât have to do anything you donât want to doâ He strokes your face for a bit longer before lightly gripping your chin and pulling you to finally face him âDo you want to do this, baby? Let me hear your pretty voiceâ
His compliments twist at your heart again, and it feels like youâre under his spell. He spoke to you in a way that was sweet like honey; it made you want to comply with everything he asked of you.Â
He smiles at the dopey look on your face when he calls you pretty âYou like it when I talk to you like that? Hmm pretty?â Still not brave enough to take a full sip from you without your permission, he pecks the corner of your mouth. "You have to answer me, or we can't have fun."Â
You nod lazily, and you try to chase his lips when he pulls away.Â
he pulls back "words," and his eyes look glazed over as he stares at your lips.
âYes, I want this,â you whisper breathlesslyÂ
He kisses you gently, barely allowing you to savor his taste, before he pulls away again. âLet's take it slow, ok? I got you; just follow my lead,â he says, inches away from your mouth. You nod impatiently and surge forward again, claiming his lips against yours.Â
You were really eager; you didn't realize how touch-starved you were until tonight. You were pressed heavily against his side as you worked your lips over his. It was a very sloppy kiss, but you loved every second of it. His lips were so soft, you couldn't help but groan against them.Â
You felt a rough hand against your sternum until it traced up towards your neck. His finger tips barely grazed the skin of your neck. He caressed you there for a moment before his grip turned firm, and he pushed you back just enough to get your attention. You whine in disappointment, and he kisses the pout on your lips.
âI said slow, baby Iâm not going anywhere,â he says softly. He tries to keep things light so you don't become discouraged. âYou taste so good; I want to savor it,â he soothes with praise.
He spoke in a way that made your stomach do backflips. You nod and take a deep breath. You wait patiently for him to lean in and allow him to take the lead. He kisses you slowly and sensually. You can fully understand what he meant earlier when he said he wanted to savor it. There was something about his slow, almost lazy kisses that had you gripping his thigh. He slips his tongue inside your mouth and strokes against yours. You gently suck on his tongue, matching his energy. When he pulls away, you have trouble catching your breath.Â
âlike that, ok? you try nowâÂ
You lean in and kiss him, copying all the things he did to you before pulling away.
Your eyes were completely glazed over at this point. Your body was loose, all tension from before evaporating. His kisses were like liquor.
âGood baby,â he says.
You were ready for more, so you sank off the couch until you were situated between his legs. He doesn't say a word while you buckle his belt, holding your eye contact as you discard it to the side. He helps you by pulling his pants down his thighs before pulling himself out of his briefs. He stood in front of you completely hard, and your heart feels light.Â
You did it! He was hard, and all you did was kiss. first obstacle overcome! You smile dopely at him, and he returns the look with a soft smile before caressing your cheek.Â
âWhat are you so happy for, baby? Want it that bad?â He says this, stroking himself languidly.
With your new-found confidence, you shoo his hand away and grip the base.
step one⊠firm grip
step two⊠pump and suck
or was it suck then pump?
You tried to remember the articles you had read, but it was like your brain was short-circuiting.
âRelax, baby, don't think about it.â He pats the top of your head soothingly âOpen your mouth,â he guides. You do as he says and wait for the next command, âstick your tongue outâ
You stick out your tongue and slap the length lightly against your fat tongue before pulling it off and licking from the base to the tip again.
You lick at the underside of his tip before kissing it. âIs this ok?â you ask shakily. From the way his breath picks up slightly, you suppose your off to a good start.
"Baby, you are doing so good for me. "Just like I taught you, take it slow," he says, panting a little.Â
You give him a nod, then glance back at his lovely pink tip. You suck on the tip experimentally, being extra cautious of your teeth. When you pulled up, you massaged the head with your tongue. You get comfortable, and soon your ready to take more. You slip down further on his length and stroke what you cannot fit in your mouth. His cock had a slight curve to it, and you were hesitant to go deeper. You didn't account for that with the straight popsicles you would suck. You stay within your comfort zone and work him as best you can. You start twisting your wrist at his base, and when you come up for air, you drag your hand up, chasing your mouth, to twist your wrist at his tip. This causes him to let out a moan.
âJust like that, baby, youâre doing so goodâÂ
The praise goes to your head, and before you can second-guess yourself, you suck one of his balls gently into your mouth. the way his hips jerk up suddenly scares you. you think you did something wrong but he immediately encouraged you.Â
âKeep your eyes on me, baby; im closeâÂ
You kiss your way back up the shaft until you take it back into your mouth. you moan around his length and he shudders.Â
âThat's right, baby, almost there,â he says, his voice thick with arousal. You feel his hand at the back of your neck as it gently guides you up and down. âdo you trust me?â he asks
You nod subtly, trying not to scrape him with your teeth. âBreathe in deep,â he tells you as he lifts you off his length.
You take a deep breath, and you know what is coming. You practiced for this. You were ready.
He guides you back down his length. Slowly sinking you down, forcing you to take more of him as he hits the back of your throat. Your eyes tear up immediately, and your hands move to grip at his thighs. Your nose is tucked into his abdomen as you deep-throat him.Â
Yes! You were doing it! This wasnt so-
You cough violently after a few seconds of having him down your throat, and he pulls you up immediately. You catch your breath, trying to contain your harsh coughing fit. Renjun is stroking himself in front of you, and you open your mouth again, letting him stroke over your tongue.Â
Without warning, he finishes all over your lips and face. You lick at your lips, tasting the mess. It tasted salty and bitter
It was a long day; you didn't have any courses today, but you'd just finished a lengthy shift and wanted to relax. Soft music fills your home while you give yourself the princess treatment. You really needed to relax, so you lit a few candles.Â
When you get home, you take a hot bath. You had filled the tub with bubbles, which reached your neck as you sank down into it.Â
Only when there was a knock did you realize there was a body in the doorway. You nearly leap out of your skin, only to discover it was Chenle.Â
âWhat are you doing in my houseâ you heave in a breath, trying to calm your heart.
With a playful hop onto your countertop, he mocks you, "Spare key." You feel at ease in his company despite being nude; Chenle was more like a brother to you. The bubbles were pretty dense, so you doubted he could see anything. âHad to do a welfare check; you werent texting back in the groupchatâ
âI've been busy,â you say hesitantly. You hadnt told your friends about your escapades. You were too nervous, and you definitely knew they wouldn't like the idea of you meeting up with strangers in the middle of the night.
âYour hiding something,â he said, narrowing his eyes at you
"Well, I am in the middle of taking a bath,â you joke.
âNot what I mean,â he says, rolling his eyes âwhat have you been up to, you sneakâ
You gave a deep, heavy sigh. Lele was the kind of person who would dig until he found the truth, so it was best to just tell him. You spare the two of you the hassle.
âI took your advice.â
âMy advice?â
âYeah, on practicing... you said I should practice if I wanted to get better.â
âI was wondering why you had three twelve packs of bombpops in your freezerâ Lele tilted his head with a nod.
âSo I did, and... I hooked up with someoneâ You sink further into the tub until only your eyes are visible above the bubbles.
âTell me everything; I want every detail.â A Cheshire grin spreads across his face as he smiles at you, crossing his arms over his chest.Â
Honestly, you have been dying to talk to someone about this. You tell him how you met Renjun through Tinder, how sweet he was, and how comfortable he made you. Chenle is leaning forward, nodding along with everything you say, fully immersed in your story. It wasn't until you finished that he let out a shocked chuckle.
"Wow, baby bird has finally left the nest,â he jokes, âso whats next? You're going to keep seeing this guy?â
You liked Renjun, but you weren't ready for a relationship just yet, especially after only swallowing his dick. You aren't done with your expirations yet. You still had to find your other test subjects. You reasoned that including a variable would help you assess how much you were progressing and if you were truly improving. Renjun was nice, but it was almost time for someone new.
âMaybe. I dont know. Im not really ready for a relationshipâ
âAre you just looking for something fun?â
Precisely
Although he told you a thousand times that you did an amazing job, you still weren't satisfied. You could hardly take him down your throat. You would need more practice if you were going to be able to take on something bigger one day.Â
You had been training your gag reflex lately; this would decide if you were ready to move on to the next stage. You had looked up somewhere that practicing on a banana might get you used to the natural curve of a penis, but when it broke off into your throat and you almost choked on it, you decided to play it safe and stick to your ice pops. At least those would melt before you choked and died. You could stand proud the next time you see Renjun.Â
He buzzed you up like last time, and your steps were a little lighter as you bound up his stairs for the second time.
âHey pretty, are you ready for another lesson?â
This time, as he brings you in, he takes you directly to his bedroom. You get a little nervous; you weren't ready for that yet. He notices your tense shoulder and laughs softly. âCalm down; weâre not doing anything like that. I just wanted you to be comfortable,â he explains
You relax and follow him as he crawls into his bed. His room was very... Renjun, or at least what you thought Renjun to be like. Ambient mood lighting casts a gentle golden glow throughout his space. He was very clean and ordered, and his room had an overall calm and cozy vibe to it.Â
He got comfortable against his headboard, and as you positioned yourself in between his legs on your stomach. His bed sheets smelled like fresh laundry, and it was like you were lying on a cloud. You prop yourself up on your elbows and begin working. You are grateful that things with Renjun were strictly business. You hated small talk, and this dynamic would make things less awkward in the long run. You reach forward and are about to pull him out of his shorts when he stops your wrists short.Â
âYou gotta work me up, baby, not yet,â he explains.Â
Slow, steady, and sensual. That's how Renjun liked to move. You were getting better at understanding him. He liked it slow, and he liked it when you teased him.
You trailed your hand up and down his thighs; he was only in some sleep shorts, so you teasingly trailed your hand under the fabric and stroked high on his skin. You pushed up the other leg of his shorts as you laid hot kisses against the skin there. You kissed up his thigh and over his bulge that was starting to strain against his shorts. He was bare under, and just the thought alone had your mouth watering. You had to remind yourself to take it slow.
You trail your hand even higher under the fabric of his shorts until you softly grip his length. You kiss him through the fabric as you softly stroke his hard cock. It was right in front of you, and he was refusing you. You had to squeeze your thighs together as you pictured the way you would finally get to shove his cock down your throat. Your grip tightens at the thought, and his soft moans that now flow from his lips tell you that he's ready for more.
You finally slip him out of his shorts and take him into your mouth. You rest the tip against your tongue as you lazily lick him up. You hold his eye contact as you take more and more of him into your mouth. You hum around him in pleasure as his face twists in pleasure.Â
"Fuck, mmm so pretty. so fucking pretty with your mouth full,â he moans "I could watch you all day, just like that baby, just like thatâ
You could feel that familiar sense clouding your head; you were sinking again. Your thoughts traveled to that special place, and his words alone made you feel drunk.Â
Fuck going slow; you needed him down your throat. You pull up to take a deep breath in through your nose and sink down on him again. You take all of him and settle at his base. You look up at him from your position, and you can see his mouth drop open in a silent moan.
He heaves a breath and grips the sheets as you slurp loudly on your way up. You work at his base with a tight fist before sinking back down again. You repeat the motion a few times before you feel his hands collecting your hair up into a ponytail. He uses the makeshift ponytail as a handle to guide you up and down his length. The next time you come down, he holds you still for a few seconds, and you can feel his hips shyly cant up, fucking your throat. You cough hard and smack at his thigh for air. He draws you up, and your wet, tearful eyes meet his. However, a fox returned the stare. The fox he had hidden beneath his sheep's skin was finally showing his teeth.Â
âBack down, baby, we're going to make you learn tonight,â he says âOpen your mouthâ
You obey, and he grips your jaw with one hand while the other brushes his length on your lips before lowering you flush against his pelvis. âCome on, take it. Its all yours pretty,â he grunts, fucking your face until he feels your throat tighten again and he pulls you up. âBreathe, come on, baby we got to get that throat fucked outâ
And your down again. He pulls you up and holds your head in place as he thrusts shallowly into your mouth and over your tongue. âHands off, I got you," was another command.
You snake one of your hands down your front as he uses your throat for his own pleasure. He was so deep down your throat that you never wanted him to pull out. You circle your clit a few times as you get lost in your own pleasure.
âAlmost there, look at me,â he cries as his hips begin to stutter so close to release. He brings you down again, and his thighs shake. He was about to pull you up, no doubt to finish on your face, but you refused to pull off. You force him to cum deep down your throat.
You pull off swallowing quickly before you start coughing again. You help him ride it out with a few weak pumps of his cock. You watch him catch his breath as he looks at you with nothing but disbelief in his eyes.Â
âHow was that? Was that okay? Was I going to fast-â
He sits up and pushes you back onto the bed. He kisses you deeply and moans at the lingering taste of himself on your tongue.
âHow about I show you?â He kisses down your body over your clothes until hes settled between your legs. âLet me show you how that felt, please. Let me make you feel good,â he begs
The look he gives you makes you ruin your panties all over again. You had never had anyone touch you like that before but you trusted him.
âShow meâ
You conquered the blowjob and then the blowjob conquered you. After passing out in his room, you snuck out the next morning before his roommates woke up. You didn't plan on seeing him again after this and that left you feeling a bit down. There was no time to dwell on it, though. It made you wonder if Renjun was correct in saying you were moving too fast, since after two positive experiences, you were already thinking about exploring further.
Who would be your next target?
RIDING
Renjun was right. Renjun was 100% right. You needed to slow down.Â
You wanted to move things along; you were eager to learn more about your own body, so you opted to start small. Well, as little as a 7-inch dildo could be. Although you had never used a toy like this before, you were no stranger to an orgasm. You definitely made yourself come before but you used some shoddy vibrator you got when you were 18 from the back of some edgey store in the mall that had a small adult section.Â
You had ordered this toy offline and didn't think it would be as big as it was until you got it in the mail. It wasn't super grithy but the stretch still scared you. Maybe you should have listened to the online forums and started small with 4 inches but at the time, 4 inches didn't sound like a lot. That was less than a five-dollar footlong at subway and you were always still hungry after eating one of those. No matter how much lube you used, no matter how aroused you were, you couldn't take it. You will have to try again later.
You had effectively scared yourself back into a corner. You decided to take a break from your âstudiesâ and focus on school and work. Maybe you just weren't ready to leave your comfort zone yet.
Your life returns to normal for a bit; you work, come home, then sleep. You wake up early for class, go to work, then come home and sleep. You wake up early for class, go out with your friends, come home, and then sleep. It was a constant rinse and repeat of the same things. You had hobbies but none of them were as interesting as the one thing plaguing your mind recently.Â
You needed dick, bad.
Against your better judgement, you eventually hit Renjun up again and you guys meet up a few more times. He'd come over to your house the last few times because he complained about not being able to get his roommates out of the house. You loved pleasing Renjun and he loved pleasing you but his tongue and fingers weren't enough for your greedy pussy anymore. You needed more.
You lay in bed one night after Renjun left, having finished another session with you and even though he had made you cum your pussy was still throbbing for more. You knew if you had asked, he would have given it to you, but you wanted to investigate on your own and conduct your own research before diving headfirst into something like that.Â
You reach down into your soaked panties and rub at your clit lazily. You squeeze your legs together as your pussy clamps down around nothing. You try to mimic the way Renjun had his fingers shoved knuckles deep in you earlier; you trace at your slit and work in a finger curling it the same way he did. It wasn't enough. You add another one and work yourself up, pumping your fingers pathetically inside and grinding the palm of your hand against your clit. It still wasn't enough, and even adding a third finger still didn't satisfy you. You needed something bigger. You shudder at the thought but pull your fingers out of your dripping cunt. You reach under your bed for your box and set it on your bed before pulling out your new toy.Â
âTake it slow; just like I taught you,â you repeat his words to yourself.
You line the toy up to your entrance and coat it in your juices. Your about to push it inside when you decide to play it safe and add more lube. Now that the toy is fully coated, you can get comfortable on your back and ease it inside. Your a lot more relaxed this time than when you first tried. Renjun had already made you cum earlier, and you thank him for his services. You slid the tip in and took more and more until it was at least 2/3 inside. You didn't particularly like the rubbery feel of the dildo; you bet Renjun would feel better nuzzled deep inside you. You imagine him inside of you and its like your body opens up and your able to take the rest.Â
You kick your legs open further, spreading them wider. You don't move for a few seconds, getting used to something being this deep inside of you. You found it hard to pull the toy out, your insatiable core clamping down tight onto it. Your able to find a small, shallow rhythm, barely able to pull it out, your back arching as you fuck yourself. You wriggle as you shove the toy in fartherâsuddenly, seven inches was not enough. Deeper, that is what you wanted. You would need to find something bigger. You grow close but you can't quite take yourself over the edge. You reached down with your free hand and rubbed at your clit. Your essence coats the toy as you topple over and spill all over it. Your bones are tired and you pray that you can wake up on time in the morning. You drag yourself to the bathroom, clean yourself up, and know that when you finally crawl into bed, you will sleep through all of your alarms.
You spend the following few days getting to know your body. You eventually part with your old toy and get a new vibratorâyou choose a wand. Toys are expensive; you had no idea till you went shopping for them. There were a ton of beautiful ones. You ordered a gorgeous pink glass one, for which you were really excited.Â
The sensation of having something tucked away deep inside you had grown on you, but you still craved more. You could never get over the fact that you were fucking a toy, no matter how lifelike it seemed. You were getting off to plastic when you had already had the real thing at your fingertips once. You were ready for more.
Swiping. You swiped all day long, but no one genuinely intriguing drew your attention. You came to the realization that Renjun was a true blessing. Just as you were about to give up, a promising-looking message appeared on your phone.Â
The most gorgeous lips you had ever seen were the first thing you noticed. You knew right away that you needed them all over your body; they looked so soft. Although his profile picture was basic, it did not matter because his face was the main attraction. He had very dear-like features and you noticed the moles that dotted his tan skin. Haechan was definitely someone you wanted to get to know.
âI think theres something wrong with my phoneâ
â???â
âYour numberâs not in itâ
"Cornball, your getting blocked.â
âGive me a chance!â
His face demanded that you at least give him a chance to speak, and you did. After talking to him for a minute longer, he was charming. You noticed his quick wit and that immediately drew you to him. He was different from Renjun. He was cocky but not in an arrogant way. He had confidence and thats exactly what you needed. You needed someone to talk you through it and teach you how they liked it and haechan seemed like the guy. You give him the same speech you gave Renjun, about you being inexperienced and looking for someone to learn from. Someone to study. You tell him what you want to improve on, and he texts back shortly after
âIâll have you riding like a pro in no time, trust meâ
You trusted him.
He was late and you were growing impatient. You were waiting patiently in your living room for a text from haechan. He was supposed to be coming over tonight; normally, you prefer going to them because you really dont like letting strangers know where you live but it turns out he went to the same university as you so that made you feel a tad bit better. You had dressed in something simple but effective: your favorite lace camI and matching silk shorts. You even took the time to prep yourself before he got there. On the bright side, if he didn't show up, you could finally try out the pink glass dildo that came in the mail a few days ago. A knock at the door shakes you from your thoughts.Â
Although you were just complaining, now that he's here, you start to get a bit nervous. This was the first time you would be having penetrative sex with anyone. You shuffle over to the door in your house shoes and look through your peep hole. Messy black hair was peeking out from under a hoodie as the figure in front of your door scrolled through their phone. You tentatively open your door, not taking the chain off until you can clearly see his face. He looks up at the sound of the door opening and sends you a grin.
âI donât biteâ
âThats exactly what someone who bites would sayâ
âThen you would be rightâ
You shut the door and take the chain off the hook before opening it fully again and letting him in.
He eyes you up and down, drinking in your figure. You do the same and under the light of your living room, you see him in all his glory. You send a quick prayer up to the tinder gods for blessing you again. He was dressed in grey sweats with a black hoodie pulled over his head but boy was he handsome. You take a daring step forward and push the hoodie off his head before wrapping your arms around his neck. Long black bangs fall into his eyes and the way he pears down at you through them has your legs feeling weak already.
âYou gonna be mine for tonight?â he asks sultryÂ
âJust for tonight?â he licks his lips at that.
âYour right, gotta teach you how to fuck me.â
âThat could take a while,â you tease.
âUse me for how ever long you need, Iâm all yours,â he saysÂ
You pull him down, claiming his lips with yours. You pull his hoodie up and he pulls it the rest of the way off before his hands are creeping up your sides.
In all the ways Renjun poured over you, slow and thick, engulfing you whole like honey, Haechan was brisk and jagged, pulling you every which way rapidly like a river as he flowed through you.
You tried to use what Renjun taught you but that wasn't going to fly with Haechan. You had to learn to adapt to Haechan. He didn't like it slow; he liked to move at a quick pace. If you pull away, he is on you, chasing your lips for another taste. If you stumble back, he's gripping you tight and pulling you closer. Haechan had almost a desperate kind of love.Â
Youâre finally able to peel off of him and catch your breath and he wastes no time in moving down your body to your neck, kissing and leaving marks for you to find in the morning. His hands slide down your back and grip your ass. He kneads your plush ass before pulling you closer, your front flush to his. He had backed you up into a wall at this point and you suddenly felt him nudge his leg between yours.
"Are you ready for your first lesson?â He says that as he moves one hand back to your hip, he uses his grip to pull you over his thigh. He grinds you down into the muscle and you shudder at the feeling. âJust like that baby, that's it.â
You follow his lead and weakly grind your hips into his thick thighs. You could feel everything between the thin fabric of your silk shorts, the fabric dampening at the front and the cold press of the cloth against your clit makes you shiver.Â
âLike you mean it, come on,â he coos
You pout but grind down harder. You were looking for that praise that Renjun gave you so easily; Haechan was going to make you work for it.Â
âThere we go bear, just like that, thats my girl,â he says, helping you along until you whine for more. You needed more; you loved his thighs but you brought him here to learn how to ride a dick.Â
"Ready for you to bite," you declare, rolling your hips with assurance.Â
He tilts his head with a scoff, tongue in cheek. "Suddenly, you can handle it?â
You reach out and pull him to your lips again to shut him up. He continues to grind you down until a patch of your wetness forms against his thigh, until your hips tire and your legs shake.Â
He can feel your movements grow weaker and he nudges your forehead with his when you drop your head.Â
âNot so tough are we baby? Gotta work on that stamina,â he grins devishly. you send him a fleeting glare. Oh, he was going to work you out. âfix your face; you asked for this, you wanna learn; you better listenâÂ
You want to argue back but all you can do is slump against his thigh and throw your head back against the wall to catch your breath. Haechan pulls away from you and has to catch you before your legs give out from under you. He leads you over to your couch and sits down. legs spread wide, sitting you on his lap. You straddle his waist and your thighs cramp up.
You groan out and move off to spread your legs out over his thighs, sitting on the couch instead. He snickers at you but works the kink out of your thighs.
"Are you ready to listen now?â he asks and you nod shamfully. âIt may look easy but it takes a lot of stamina to ride. You gotta pace yourself, baby.âÂ
You nod and let out a yawn. He had already tired you out and you hadn't even started.Â
âDon't tap out on me yet; come on just a little more and I'll let you rest,â he urges you back on top of him after properly easing out the tension on your thighs. You reluctantly get back on top and relax into his hold. With a mischievous grin, he sits you squarely on top of his bulge.
âIf you can hold out long enough to make me cum, next time I'll let you ride it,â he says, kissing your lips before leaning back against the couch, waiting for your next move. You whine and try to lean forward against his chest. You were tired and if you were going to do this, you needed a clutch but he could see right through you.Â
âNu-uh, sit up; you got this.âÂ
You send him a frown but you start to move your hips none the less. You find a rhythm and pace yourself like he instructed. His hands rest on your hips uselessly, making you do all the work. You brace one hand on his shoulder and the other on his knee as you roll your hips into his. He felt so good pressed up against your center. His eyes were hidden behind his bangs and the sight of him leaning up against the sofa, his head resting confidently on the back of the couch, while a lazy smile played at his lips was making you dizzy. You swivel your hips and his breath picks up. You think he's close with the way he grips your hips loosely now. He's biting his lip, urging you to ride faster and push past the pace you set for yourself. He bounces you in his lap shallowly as he fucks up into you.Â
He has to be so close. He has to be because your thighs are starting to feel that familiar but unfamiliar burn as you lose your momentum again.Â
âDon't stop, fuck,â he groans.Â
He was close; you could see it in the way his back arched off the couch slightly, his breath hitched and his eyebrows pinched, but he didn't finish because you collapsed before he could.
Your breathing is heavy. your heaving chest from exhaustion against his heaving chest from exasperation. You had just unknowingly edged him.Â
âI cant, please,â you cry.
He strokes your back soothingly âYou did great today, baby. We have all the time in the world for you to get it right,â he reassures.
and you feel better because he was right
You didn't expect Haechan to take his job so seriously. He was committed to having you ride like a pro by the end of the month at the latest. He sent you exercises to help you build stamina and strength while on top. You did your own research as well and found some good stretches to try because you did not want to cramp up again. You did plenty of at-home exercises and you were feeling really good about your improvements.Â
You didn't expect the large package that arrived at your door one evening. You surely don't remember ordering anything and when you pull it inside and open the box, your pleasantly surprised. Inside the box sat a teddy bear. The box could barely contain the bear and when you struggled to pull it out, you understood why. The bear was at least 5 feet tall when you laid it out. Deep inside the bottom of the box lies a single card.
For practice <3
       âsunny boy
You roll your eyes and dial âsunny boy.â Â The phone rings and then a voice answers. âDid you get your present?â
âYou cant be serious; this thing must have cost a fortune! I appreciate the enthusiasm but you really dont have to do thisâ
âFriends help friendsâ
âDo you not get pussy or something?âÂ
âWierd way of saying thanks but your welcome. Besides, I promised you Iâd have you riding in no time,â he says over the line, âFaceTime me; I need to judge your progressâ
âSure you do, pervertâ
You send over the FaceTime request and soon youâre looking at the top half of Haechan's face in what you assume to be his bedroom? Aside from his forhead being lit by his phone's light, it was too dark for you to see anything.
âLet me see your pretty face,â you coo
He whines and shifts the camera down more. He was so pretty and you would never get tired of looking at his face. You wish he would stop hiding from you.Â
âEnough talking, let's see what you gotâ Straight forward as always. Oh, how you adore him.
"Ok, hold upâ You put him in your pocket as you haul the giant teddy to your room and drag it up into your bed. You spend the next few minutes setting up your phone and getting the right angle. You were wearing boy shorts and a tank top, which was nearly identical to what you had on when you first met him.Â
You suddenly feel shy under the gaze of the camera. You had the front camera facing you so you could still see haechans face and you mounted the teddy and you imagined it was him there under you. You hold his gaze through the lens as you grind down into the toy firmly. You roll your hips sharply and suck in a breath. He watches you intently; you see him rustling about on the screen; you could only imagine what he was doing.
You never thought you could be the dominant type, but when you rode, something clicked, and you loved it. You loved being in control. It felt good to be in charge every once in a while. It was all about you when you were riding.
Your hands travel up the teddy until they wrap around the bear's neck. You held it down in place as you rode it, taking it slow, saving your energy like he taught you. There was no rush when you rode; you controlled the pace. You could hear Haechans muffled moans through the phone and it made your ride a little rougher. Your eyes glaze over as you picture your hands around his pretty neck. You wonder if he would make those pretty noises for you or if he would hide them. Your hips don't stop for a second and you whine at the lack of heat against your skin. Nothing was more satisfying than feeling Haechan's warm body against yours and inhaling his scent. The thought alone had you sticking to your shorts.Â
âShow me what your doing,â You dont know what overcame you; you could barely recognize the person who spoke those words, even though they came out of your mouth.
A delicious moan tumbles from his lips as he angles his camera down to show his hand working furiously over himself. He angles it so far down that his face is no longer visible, and you instantly miss the sight of his plump lips trapped between his teeth. âLet me see you, baby. All of youâ
He tilts the camera back up and the dazed look he sends you has you clenching around nothing. The way his hips thrust into his palm pathetically has you curling over the stuffed animal as you fuck into it repeatedly. Haechan's head falls back as his mouth hangs open in heavy breaths. He finishes over himself with a shudder. You watch him, sitting up a little straighter and slowing down your hips as you catch your breath.
âHow was that?â you ask with a smirk
â5 starsâ
You were in a good mood, and nothing could stop the excited skip in your step as you walked. Even your friends took notice of your happy demeanor; they didnât know what had gotten into you but they hoped it was dick. Well, Lele knew and honestly, you were surprised he hadn't gone mouthing off to the others.Â
You are out running errands with Yuna when you get a call from him. You pick up the call in the middle of the grocery store, following behind Yuna and her buggy.Â
âAre you ready to hear the best news of your life?â he starts when you answer
You put him on speaker, nudging Yuna to pay attention. She raises a brow, asking who it is without saying a word. "Lele,â you mouth.
âI'm scared,â you finally reply to him. You were in the pet supplies aisle and luckily no one was around. You never knew what could come out of this man's mouth.
âI got you a date with that cute cashier; turns out he's Jisungâs cousin!âÂ
Yuna sends you a shocked look. She grabs the phone from you excitedly âare you talking about the guy who checked us out last week at that thrift store?â she gushes
You and a couple of your friends went thrifting last week, and when it came time to pay, the cutest guy was there to cash you out. You remember looking at his name tag and remembering his name was Mark. Your friends swore he was checking you out, but you ignored them all. The poor guy was probably just trying to do his job, so you left without asking for his phone number.
âYuna? Are you guys out right now? No invite, wow,â you hear him pouting on the other line
âYou want to help Yuna put up twenty bags of groceries? Be my guest,â you complain.Â
Yuna hated going shopping alone, and choosing who to drag out shopping with her next was like playing Russian roulette.Â
âDont change the subject!â
âWhat? but you didââ
âI gave mark your number and he said he was going to text you so be on the look out!â
You want to be happy. Mark was really cute and he looked so sweet but you still had a hard time connecting with people like that. Before you could answer, Yuna beat you too it.
âDont worry, I'll be on the look outâ
Chenle says something about being late and that he would call later for updates before ending the call. Just when you were giving him props, you should have known he was up to something.
"So, mark huh?â Yuna coos
âI dont know, Yuna, its been awhile since Ive been on a date; iâm really not looking for a relationship right now,â you groan. Your head was spinning with the news. You had a thousand things going through your mind. More stress was not what you needed. You definitely didn't have any time for anyone right now with your studies (not the academic kind) going on.
âOh please, this iexactlyly what you need! Who said anything about a relationship? Why not just have some fun?â
Funny, it was like those words that started all of this.
You and Mark have been texting on and off for a few days now. He was one of the most down-to-earth people you had ever met, and you had even visited him at work, feigning looking for some scrap fabric for a project for class. You guys had gone on that date that he promised and ever since then, you have grown close with Mark. You wanted to grow closer to him so close that his body was on top of yours.Â
You weren't ready yet, though; you still had a few things you wanted to learn. You did end up going on a few more dates with him and one night after a few drinks, things got a little handsy. Nothing explicit happened and ultimately you told him you weren't looking for anything serious at the time. He took it surprisingly well and you two have been chill since. He has broached the topic of friends with benefits with you and you had told him you would be down but you haven't brought it up since. You need more time. When you finally have Mark, you want to give him everything and more. You need everything to be perfect.
You would not mess this up, not again.
Haechan was coming over and you were excited that you could finally take him for a test run. You would think you were training for a marathon rather than sex the way he was training you. Unlike last time, he got there perfectly on time. You had made sure to stretch before hand and when he walked through your door, you could barely get a âhiâ in before he was picking you up and wrapping your legs around him.
âI've been waiting for you,â he mumbles, his lips pressed against yours. He kicks your door closed and pins you up against it.Â
âLet me make it worth your while then,â you call back and wrap your arms around his neck, tangling your fingers in his hair.Â
Haechan's kisses make you feel like you were drowning; he stole your breath like water replaces air in your lungs. It was like how waves rocked you peacefully in their embrace until you realized you needed to come up for air. You never wanted to come up for air.
Soon you were on your back, spread out in your bed with him on top of you. His hands were everywhere and he finally took pity on you and pulled away, letting fresh air fill your burning lungs. His kisses move to your neck as skilled hands undress you. You were getting lost in his touch and when you felt your mind slip into that place you sometimes went, that submissive headspace, you knew you had to snap out of it. Tonight was supposed to be your rodeo, not his. You were almost completely naked, save for your panties and he was still fully clothed. You raise yourself onto your elbows, watching him as he kisses you down your body. He kisses your navel before peeking up at you. You grab hold of his hair, pulling him back up to reconnect your lips. You use your lips to distract him before you push him down and flip your positions.Â
You straddle his waist and brace yourself on his chest. You smile in victory but all Haechan does is adjust the pillow behind his head before resting his hands beneath it. That stubborn smirkâlet's see how long it takes you to whip that grin off his face.
âIm ready when you are sweetheartâÂ
The first roll off your hips speaks for itself. Slow and firm. You wanted to make him feel it. You can feel him pressing heavily through the fabric of his sweats and you can feel yourself clenching at the thought of him filling you up later. You grind your clothed pussy against him, gripping his shirt in your fist as you work your hips over top of him. The smirk falters a bit as he huffs out a breathy sigh. He's good at taking what you give him; he just lies there and lets you use him, just like you used the stuffed animal he gave you.Â
âHow am I doing so far?â
âSo good,â he says off-handedly, more focused on the way your hips move. You smiled; it was time to give him more.
You slid off of him and he groans at the loss of heat. You help him out of his clothes and he lies before you naked. Your eyes examine his body and you moan at the sight of him. His dick was almost as pretty as his face. You had enough waiting; you wanted him inside. You mount his hips again and line him up with your entrance, coating the tip in your slick.ïżœïżœ
âKeep your hands right there; I don't need your help.â You instruct him to keep his hands gripped in the sheets. You wanted to show him you could ride it all by yourself.Â
âFuck me,â he moans impatiently, his hips pushing up slightly, trying to slip through your folds.
"Are you sure there are no other tips you want to give me?â you tease
âI'm trying to give you mine if you would sit down,â he groans.
You grab the base of his length and sink down on top of him. You were so wet, he slipped in easily. You were flush against himâhips against hips. You had to take a few moments to collect your thoughts. He felt so good inside of you. You had never felt so full before; no toy could ever match the feeling of having Haechan stuffed inside of you. You were going to use him until he broke. You steady yourself over his chest again and lift your hips slowly, savoring the drag of him against your walls. You look into his eyes and his brows furrow at the feeling. You drop back down on him harshly. Your thighs tingled in the pleasure but they didn't burn; the exercises had paid off. You set a brutal pace on top of him as you use him. You had practically forgotten he was even there for a second until his loud moans filled the room. You had grabbed a hold of his cheeks, pushing his face into the pillow. You felt an upkick at your hips and you looked down to see his hips thrusting up into yours. You caught his rhythm and matched his pace, giving him everything he gave you in return. You let up on him and gave him space to breathe. His hands are at your waist the next moment and he's gripping tight, helping you fuck onto him.Â
âDon't stop, please. Let me do this; I need it,â he begs before his feet are planted on the bed and he's using all his force to pound into you from below. Your mouth drops open and you have to brace yourself on his chest again so you don't fall off. Your hands slip up a little farther and they encompass his neck beautifully. He lay under you, moans tumbling out of his mouth, his hair messy on his forehead, his tan skin damp with sweat and when your hands grip his neck, you think the image it creates against him should be a painting.Â
Your eyes daze and your mind slips but this time you don't go to that place that makes you want to give everything up to your last breath. This place is different. This place makes you feel bold and makes you want to take and take until Haechan trembles. This place makes you feel powerful.Â
âFu-fuck baby, please,â he gasps, his eyes rolling to the back of his head breathlessly âGive it to me; fucking use me. Hurt me,â he whimpers the last part. You completely snapped. You don't know who you are; you don't know what this headspace is but it craves the tears that fall down Haechan's face pathetically.Â
âHold still,â you say, pushing at his knees and motioning for him to lay back down flat. You wanted complete control. Your grip tightens and your hips roll sharply over his. So deep, everything feels so much; you feel everything at once and youâre certain your soaking Haechanâs lap. Only now do your thighs burn but now the ache adds to the pleasure. Your so focused on your own pleasure that your grip loosens and as the air rushes back into Haechan's lungs, he feels a high like no other and his orgasm crashes into him. His thighs shake and he orgasms deep inside of you. After a few more harsh flicks of your hips, you cum hard, sending a shiver down your spine.Â
You had previously discussed it because he would be the first person you would have inside of you. You had already been on birth control for some time and you had both been checked. You wanted to stay protected. Your not sure if he took your virginity or if you took his with how dazed he looked under you. Â
"Look who couldn't handle itâ you brag smugly.
âOf course, your amazing. I taught you.â
âSo you like being used? You smile, lying down next to him to catch your breath âinterstingâ
âDon't push your luck; I'll still fuck you better. Make you forget your name.â you core clenches at the thought and you remind yourself to take him up on that eventually
You pack your things, signaling the end of your English lecture. You exit the class with a yawn, having almost fallen asleep during the last half of the class. your walking across campus when you hear a voice call your name. You see Mark a few yards behind you. It turns out Mark also attended your college but only part time so you rarely saw him on campus. You return his smile and you are about to walk over to him when you see another figure moving towards you.Â
Renjun? you hadnt seen him in awhile; you had been keeping it casual with him. He goes here too?? Just when you think it can't get any worse, Haechan rounds a corner and spots you too. You had ghosted him after the last time you two hooked up. you did not want to confront him right now.Â
There is absolutely no way you just ran into all your hoes at the same time.Â
You turn around and flee the scene before anyone can approach you further. Youâre speed-walking in the opposite direction now when you run into Chenle and Yuna. âAsk questions later for now, run!â you say, pulling them along.
You don't stop dragging them until you make it to your car. Safe and sound inside, you lock the door and catch your breath. âWhat the hell was that about you? You looked like you saw a ghostâ Chenle tries to calm his breathing, adjusting his signiture shades back into place.
âWas it Mark? I thought I saw him over there. Did something happen between you two?â Yuna asks, letting the passenger seat fall back to lay down and settle her own breaths.
You wish there was something going on between you and Mark, but nothing has happened since the last time you saw him.
âNo, not mark, it was something elseâŠor someones elseâÂ
âsomeones?â she questions
You hated keeping things from your friends; you hadn't meant to keep it from them for this long but you had gotten so caught up in everything that you barely had the time to catch them up to speed. You explain everything. From Renjun to Haechan and to the new guy you recently found, Jaemin. You had moved study subjects already and you felt a little bad for ghosting Haechan like you did after all the effort he put into teaching you but with Mark as your end goal, you were really impatient to get to him.
The car is silent for a few moments, mainly from Yunaâs shock, before she finally decides to speak up. âHow in the world did you go from being scared of the thought of dick to getting more dick than me?âÂ
âThat's what your worried about!âÂ
âIf you donât want them, give them to meâ
âYUNA!â
âJoking! Iâm jokingâ
You feel a weight lifted from your shoulders now that you were able to tell Yuna how your life has really been going and what youâve really been doing. Honeslty, you were getting really sick of replying with ânothingâ anytime anyone would ask.
âWait, why aren't you surprisedâ Yuna asks Chenle suspiciously.
oh myâ
âYou did not tell him before me!â Yuna narrows her eyes at you.
âShe definitely did,â Chenle smiles.Â
âYou traitor!âÂ
âYou know how he is! He practically threatened my family,â you say in defense.
You had no tint on your windows so to any onlookers, it probably looked like you guys were having a really heated argument. Everyone was talking at once and fingers were being pointed. The three of you continue to bicker until you hear a knock at your window and the car goes silent as everyone turns to look out the window.
Mark is standing outside your car nervously. âIs everything okay?â His muffled voice barely carries into the car. You roll your window down with a forced smile. This was perfect.
âHow can I help you, officer?â You joke.
âIâm sorry, you just ran off earlier and I just wanted to, like, make sure you were ok.â he says, scratching at his face nervously.
âWeâll let you two talk,â Yuna says with a fake smile. Her and Chenle exit the car but not before she sends you a glare that says this isn't over.
After they left, you offered Mark a seat in your car. âIm sorry, I didn't like... interrupt. Did I?â he says awkwardly.
âOh no, your fine. Iâm sorry for earlier; I just realized I had forgotten something in my car. I needed it for my next classâ You lie.
âOkay, thats good to hear. I thought you were like avoiding me for a second,â he laughs. âYour really cool and I donât want what I said about being friends with benefits to ruin our relationship. We dont have to do anything if it makes you uncomfortable âÂ
âThat's not it at all! I really like you, mark I've just been a little...busy lately. I like the idea of being friends with benefits. Just give me some more time. I canât really explain now,â you say.Â
Out of all the conversations you wanted to avoid, this was definitely the one you wanted to avoid the most. You had no idea how to navigate this conversation. You wanted Mark so badly that it was driving you crazy but you just needed time. You were so close to the finish line that you couldnât give up now.
âThatâs cool, I get it.â He gives you a nod of understanding and he gets ready to leave, moving to open the door with a quick bye, probably needing to get to his next class. You wanted to leave him with something. You had to do something to hold you both over so you didnât stop the next words that came out of your mouth.
âBefore you go, can I have a kiss?â you ask sweetly. Mark just smiles at you and shakes his head fondly before leaning in and sealing your lips with his.Â
THE HANDJOB
It was probably a little too late in the game for you to be trying this but somehow your quick pecks turned into heavy petting. Now you had Markâs dick in your hands. Mark was kissing hotly into your nouth as you stroked him slowly. You twist your hand at the base of his cock, focusing most of your attention there. After a few moments, you feel Markâs hips shift and buck into your grasp. His hand joins yours and guides your hand higher.
âDon't tease. Please, I need you,â he breathes into your mouth.
When you sucked dick, your hand typically pumped the base. You would concentrate your attention on the areas that your mouth couldnât reach. Without your mouth focused on the tip, you would have to make up for the lack of contact. You appreciate the information; every moment is a learning opportunity for you. Even now, you were able to gather data for your research. Â
You follow his lead and stroke the length of his length, twisting your wrist when you get to his tip. Mark's head falls back and rests against the headrest of the car. You pray no one's eyes wander to your small sedan because, from the faces Mark was pulling, they would no doubt know what was going on.Â
Mark's face scrunches up in pleasure and after a few more firm strokes over his cock, he cums. His seed pours messily over your fist. By the end of it, your arm was a little tired but it was definitely worth it.
He gives you a shy smile and apologizes. You reach over with your clean hand and get some napkins from your glove compartment. You assure him one last time that you definitely want to be more than just friends with him and that you will let him know when youâre ready. He left the car with a smile and your glad to have taken care of that because you were late to go meet Jaemin. There was still more you wanted to learn. There were more things you needed to experiment with.
SIZEÂ
You had actually met Jaemin at a cafe. He sat at the table in front of you, glasses pushed up on his nose as he typed away at his computer. His white hair made him stand out and gave him a soft, rabbit-like appearance but there was something about his face that made him look devastly charming and boyish but you couldn't quite put your finger on it. He quickly stops typing and you notice that he is staring back at you. He sends you a smile and you return it awkwardly.Â
Fumbling the bagâI repeat, you are FUMBLING the bag.
You try your best to avoid his gaze again until you finish your own classwork and collect your things. Your leaving the cafe when you notice him in your peripheral vision, trying to get your attention. You thought he was going to tell you off for staring like some creep but he handed you his number instead. Fast forward; now you have a dick appointment.
After some talking and explaining, you give him your usual spiel. You were supposed to meet up with him today right after class but a few setbacks made you late. You finally arrive at the location he had specified, and you are immediately perplexed.
This was Renjun's apartment.
You walk up the familiar steps and hesitantly knock on the door. Your so used to Renjun opening the door that when Jaemin opens it, your slightly taken aback. What the hell was going on?
âHey, come on in,â he says as you stand there stiff as a board. You shake yourself out of it and step through the door.Â
âI'm sorry I was late. Something came up,â you apologize.
âIts fine, my roomates are going to be out for the night so we have the house to ourselves for awhile,â he smiles at you. Just looking at that dazzling smile makes you forget about your internal dilemma.
You would worry about that later; tonight it was just you and this handsome stranger you met.
He leads you to his bedroom and you can't help but notice his room is directly across from Renjuns. You would definitely need a list of his roommates because you refused to find yourself in this situation again. The thought slips from your mind as Jaemin pulls you into his room and shuts the door.Â
âAre you okay, angel? You look a little shaken up?â he asks attentively.
"No, its ok, im just stressed about classes. Iâm hoping you could help me relax?â you lie smoothly.
He gives you a sly smile and you hold your breath as he leans down to whisper in your ear. âYou wont be able to think straight when Iâm done with youâ
You suck in a breath and your body completely opens up to him as his hands tentatively trail up your waist. He strokes your sides teasingly as he kisses the sides of your mouth before trailing his lips down your neck. His touch was light and soft, like you were a porcelain doll. You try to reach up and hold on to him but he just pulls away slightly and shakes his head.
"Nu-uh, baby hands to yourself until I say otherwise,â he corrects you.
You pout and open your mouth to protest but he grabs your face and holds you in his grasp. âBig girls donât talk back. Fix your face,â he commands
You swallow nervously and nod your head. He kisses your lips once âThats my girlâ
He took his time mapping out your body with his hands. He was in no rush at all and you had to bite your tongue to hold back your whines. His hands gripped your ass, squeezed your hips, traced your spine and palmed your chest. He examined you with the same curiosity that a child does with a new toy or a scientist does with a new test subject. The tables had been turned. You weren't the one with the magnifying glass now; he was.Â
He helped you out of your clothes and you stood in front of him in only your underwear. He turns you away from him before pulling you back against him, your back to his chest. He hooks his chin over your shoulder and you can feel him bulging against his sweatpants. He was huge and the smirk you felt against your neck told you he knew how to use it. A shiver runs down your spine at the thought and when his hands return to your skin, you let out a moan. His hands spread out over your stomach; they were cold to the touch. You arch against him, pushing your hips backwards into his. He sucks in a breath and grips your hips. He holds them firmly before he pushes his clothed length into your ass, grinding against you from behind with a groan. You feel your panties soak up the feeling. You weren't sure if you could take something that big but you would sure put up a fight trying.
One hand travels down over your panties stroking you through the fabric. He coos at you as he feels how wet you are. He pats against the seat of your panites and sure enough, youâre wet enough that your panties make a soft, wet noise upon contact.Â
âIs that for me, angel? "Are gonna drip down my cock when I split you open?â he asks with a lazy smile. The things that came out of his mouth never matched the look on his face. He would say the most toe-curling thing so casually with a smile that you would think he was telling you about the weather. Your chest is heaving at this point. You had never played like this before. Was this what he meant when he said he was a dom?Â
âAnswer me when I'm talking to you, baby. You wanna be my good girl, right?â You whine and nod pathetically. You would do anything for his praise. âThen speak upâÂ
âIts all yours,â you say breathlessly, hoping that's what he wanted to hear.Â
He dips his hand past the waistband of your panties and circles your clit while his other hand holds firmly onto your hips. You throw your head back against his shoulder. He strokes over your slit teasingly before slipping two fingers inside, one after another. Your hips immediately buck up against his palm, or at least they try to but he has you pinned effectively against his hips.
âDont fucking move; dont fucking make a sound. Just take it,â he rummbles in your ear âTake itâ
His knuckles-deep and all you can do is bend yourself forward, trying to escape his grasp but he follows and fucks into you faster. You cry out, your thighs shaking as he curls an arm under your shoulder, using his leverage to pull you back against his firm chest. âCome on baby, if you canât handle this, you wonât be able to take me,â he says sweetly.Â
He hooked his fingers cruelly and you collapsed against him, orgasm whracking through your body. He held your trembling form up like it was nothing. He picks you up and throws you on the bed. You were still in shock as you lay there, catching your breath, your legs still shivering. He held your eye contact form where he stood at the foot of the bed and grabbed the back of his shirt before pulling it over his head swiftly. As he stood in front of you, you saw him for what he really was: he was no rabbit, he was a demon, and you were a fool. He didn't treat you like a porcelain doll; that was just the calm before the storm.
He puts one knee on the bed, starting off towards you and you subconsciously scoot backwards. He sends you that devilish smile and grabs your ankle, pulling you back down the bed until your thighs bracket his hips.Â
âWhere you running to, angel?â he says
You try to close your legs around him; the press of his hips against yours is already to much.
âOpen your legs,â he says patiently. You shake your head defiantly, even though the command makes you even wetter.
He runs a hand through his hair and breathes an exhausted sigh. He pries your legs open, pinning them down as he leans forward over you. He uses a hand to grip your face and pushes his hips deep into yours, pinning them down from squirming. âI donât like playing with brats so your either going to listen the first time I tell you to do something or Iâm going to have to break you in,â he warns.
Your heart was beating out of your chest at his words. This was definitely not the same guy with the nerdy glasses you met in a cafe.
You nod your head in understanding.Â
âUse your big girl words,â he says with a peck of your lips.
âYes sir,â you say. A pleased smile dances on his lips.
âYou learn fast,â he praises. That you do.
He captures your lips in the first real kiss of the night and you moan into his mouth as his tongue snakes its way past your lips. You roll your hips up into his and he allows it as he shoves his tongue down your throat. The kiss was messy and lazy. You pull back to plead, âPlease, I need to touch you. Please let me touch youâÂ
He waits a moment, like hes thinking about it but he nods and pulls you back into another heated kiss. Being with Jaemin was extremely intimate; he worshiped your body as if it were his only purpose in life. His kisses were dangerous and claiming. He marked your body like you belonged to him and tonight you did.
You rake your hands down his spine, nails digging into his skin as your back arches against him. It was too much yet not enough at the same time. âI need you,â you beg.
âAre you sure?â
âIâve been good for you.â
âThats right, baby, you have been really good,â he nuzzles at your neck affectialanty âbut I need you to be sureâ
âIm positive, I want youâ
Jaemin kisses you assuringly and pulls down the sweatpants that still clung to his hips. He must not have been wearing any underwear because the heavy sound of his length slapping against his abdomen fills the room.Â
Your eyes trail down his body until they reach the sight in between his legs. You take in the leaking tip of his pretty pink cock and the veins that adorn the sides. That thing was supposed to fit inside you. Never in a million years would you have imagined that death by dick could be an option in your life.
âDon't worry baby, weâll make it fit,â he says. He grips the base of his cock and strokes it a few times before lining it up over the top of your belly. It nudged over your navel tauntingly. "I'm going to fill you up until I get here." he says, tapping the length of his cock on your stomach.
No amount of study could have prepared you for this. You came up completely blank on the idea of how this would even possibly fit. He notices the nervous look on your face and kisses your forehead. âRelax, I got you.âÂ
The tension in your shoulders relaxes a little at the comment. Jaemin seemed like he knew what he was doing. You trusted him enough.Â
He gives you a moment to collect your thoughts as he pulls away from you, going to retrieve a condom from his bedside table. You take the moment to steady your beating heart and prepare yourself. When he comes back to you, he has a bottle of lube and a condom already wrapped around his cock.Â
âAre you ready?â he asks finally
"Yes,â you breath nervously.
He uncaps the lube and takes your hand, pouring some in your palm and then some over his length. He guides your hand to his length and you stroke the cold substance over him. You coat him in the lube and your grateful for the quick lesson you had with Mark earlier. You know just how to twist your wrist to get a reaction out of him. He groans softly and lets you have your fun before he pulls your hand away. He lines his cockhead up to your entrance and traces through your folds, nudging at your clit in the process. You moan impatiently. He sends you a frigid look through the fringe of his white bangs, instantly putting you in your place.
You pout but wait patiently as he eases his tip through your folds. Ok, this was fine. This was good. He fucks you with his tip pulling out before pushing his way back in. He fists his cock, coating it in the slick that drips from your cunt. You relax under his ministrations, completely letting him take the lead as he works you up with just the head of his dick. You can tell he must be holding back and you appreciate it.
He continues like this for a while before slyly slipping more and more inside of you each time. Youâre at the two-thirds mark before you notice the stretch. You face pinching up in pain and your hands immediately find purchase on his hips, a plea for mercy. Jaemin stills inside of you and takes your hands into his own. His touch was delicate and he brought your hands to his lips. He kisses your fingertips before he kisses your palm. He was giving you whiplash with how gentle yet rough he could be sometimes. He kisses down your arm and up your shoulder. He presses kisses into your neck and over your lips. When he finally pulls away,looking down at you with a smile, you realize that somewhere between his barrage of kisses, he slipped the rest of the way inside.Â
âLook at you, wasnât that easyâ
You just stare back up at him in shock. That was not as bad as you thought it would be; you could still feel a slight lingering discomfort from the stretch but that was soon melting away.Â
He kisses the confused wrinkle in your brow âjust relax baby. Now that the hard part is over, leave the rest up to meâ
He pulls his hips back and works them forward experimentally. You shift at the stretch but you handle it well. He massages your thighs as he thrusts into you at a lazy pace, taking it easy and giving you enough time to fully accommodate his length. He hit so deeply inside that you could hardly catch a breath. Your body was hyperaware of every drag against your core and every nuge against your cervix and it craved more. You wrap your legs tight around his waist as you urge him to give you more.
Jaemin ignores your pleas and continues the rythme that he has created so far. You roll your hips, impatiently clawing down his chest in retaliation.Â
âI'm trying to stay nice angel. Take what I give youâ What he was giving you wasnt enough and if he thought you were dumb enough to not notice him holding himself back, he was wrong.Â
âDonât fuck me like thatâ
âCareful angelâ
âI can handle itâ
"Behave,â he says, gripping your face. He pulls out until only his tip remains and thrusts back in harshly. You scream in pleasure at the snap of his hips. That was what you were looking for; you needed to be broken in. If you wanted to get what you wanted, you needed to disobey.
âFuck you,â you spit
âWatch your mouth,â one final warning.
âFuck.You,â you say slowly, making sure he hears every syllable.
Something takes over him. You can see it through the dark gaze in his eyes. Rough hands pull you halfway off the bed, suspended hips held tight in his grasp as he pounds into you. You canât even scream; your voice is caught in your throat as he uses the grip he has on your hips to slam you onto his cock. Each brutal thrust of his hips sounds off with a harsh clap of skin. Your back arches dangerously off the bed and you almost slip the rest of the way off if it weren't for one of his hands pushing down on your sternum, pinning you to the bed.Â
âIs this what you want? You wanted it so fucking bad.â
He pulls out and your body compulses at the lack of contact. Your being manhandled off the bed, legs almost giving out from under you but Jaemin swiftly turns you, bending you over before pushing you flat on your stomach. He kicks your legs open further, opening you up for him before he finds your entrance again. You are grateful for this position because when the tears fall from your eyes and your saliva soaks his sheets, you dont have to worry about him seeing how pathetic you look. You hide your face in the sheets, crying out in pleasure. Your body cant keep up and overstimulation kicks in. Youâre vibrating, literally, as you tremble in your spot under him.
His body leans over your back and you feel the heat of his body press into you as he continues to pound you into the mattress. His hand slips under you and circles your clit gently, knowing its already too much for you and just wanting to add a little extra to take you over the edge. You can't help the scream that bubbles out of your throat as you cum hard. Everything is black for a little bit and when you finally come to, all you can feel is your own wetness and release sticking to your thighs. Your empty and when you turn to look over your shoulder, Jaemin is stroking over your ass and soon that too is covered in cum.
You could hardly hold your head up anymore as it fell back down limply on the bed. You feel a rag clean you up but you refuse to open your eyes. You hear the sounds of a bath being run, and the next thing you know, your sitting in Jaemin's lap in the tub as he cleans the two of you. Your head laying lazily on his shoulder as he soaped you up and wiped you down. You know he lays you down in his sheets and when your head hits the pillow, you fall asleep.Â
When you wake up, the sun shines in your eyes as you roll on your side groggily. Your body was sore all over and you felt like you had died and come back to life. Maybe you should have stretched before testing Jaemin's patience. Speaking of which, you notice the oversized shirt adorning your body as you shift to get out of bed. You look around and notice your clothes have been neatly folded on his dresser. You stand and it takes every fiber in your body not to wince every time you take a step. You can still feel his phantom touch as the events of the night before replay in your mind. It was so worth it. You finally make it over to your clothes and notice the note sitting on top of them.
Had to leave for class. Grab breakfast on the way out ;)
One word kept replaying in your head. out. Somehow, you had to navigate your way out of this godforsaken wolves den without running into Renjun or any of his other roomates. You hoped and hoped that they didnât make it back yet or that they had some class to go to, but when you hold your breath and press your ear up against the door, you can hear a few muffled voices. You could make out the voices of two people; one was Renjun for sure and the other was familiar but you couldnât put your finger on it.Â
You were so fucked
You contemplate scaling the window but after looking at the 3-story drop, you decide against it. You try to wait it out, gambling on them just going back to their rooms but it sounds like they started up a videogame in the living room. Your pacing Jaeminâs room, completely forgetting about the ache between your legs. Your about to finally pull Jaeminâs shirt from over your head and put your own clothes back on when you have an idea. You pull open his closet and snag one of his hoodies off of a hanger. You find a pair of matching sweats in one of his drawers and tug those on as well. They didn't fit your frame well but that worked in your favor, with the baggy fabric helping to hide your shape. You pull up the hood and grab your things. If you move fast enough, they shouldn't be able to recognize you; they would no doubt see you, but at least they would just lump you in with any other random girl Jaemin brought home.
1âŠ2âŠ3
You pull open the door and peek your head out into the hall. The coast was clear; you held on tight to the sweatpants slowly falling off your hips and booked it to the front door. You pass the kitchen on your way out and your stomach almost growls at the food Jaemin had left out for you. You have half the mind to swoop in and snatch it but you keep trucking. You pass the living room in a heart beat. You quickly unlock the door, letting yourself out. The last thing you heard before the door closed behind you was, âWhat the fuck was that? Did you just see that?â
STAMINA
Maybe this was your karma. You had evaded Mark for another week and Chenle wouldnât let you hear the end of how much Mark had looked like a âkicked puppy.â. You liked Mark, and you really did want to get closer to him in more ways than one, but that was why you had to do this. The last guy you really liked up and left you because you didnât know how to suck dick... and threw up on him, but thats besides the point. The point is that you didn't want to lose Mark; you were scared to lose Mark, even over something as trivial as this. So you went back on the hunt.
The tinder gods were not looking down on you anymore because every match that came back just didn't make the cut. There were so many weirdos on the app that you were surprised you even got as far as you did. You would have to do the search by foot.
You would scout the courtyards and hallways in between classes, hoping to find your next target, but it was difficult to find what you were looking for. You were searching for stamina, not something that could be seen with the naked eye. Haechan's training helped you a lot, but you were looking for the kind of stamina that would carry you through multiple rounds. You needed someone to practice cum control with.Â
It was hot outside, and you were exhausted. You were almost late for your last class when someone ran into you. "Sorry, excuse me," the girl replied before scurrying away again.Â
"Wait!â you call out to her. She had dropped somethingâa keychainâfrom her gym bag. âYou dropped this,â you say. She turns around and jogs back over.Â
She quickly thanks you for the keychain and says, "Sorry, Iâm in a hurry. I didnât mean to bump into you. Iâm late for track." She then jogs over to the track and field facility. Your about to brush off the interaction when an idea suddenly comes to your head.
Who has more stamina than a long-distance track star?
You find a seat in the stands and observe the combined practices of the men's and women's track teams. You watched as they stretched and did warm ups and you finally found him. In his track suit, he was tall and slender. Although his waist was delicate, it only accentuated his broad shoulders and well-defined biceps. His short, dark hair was cropped close and clung to his forehead from perspiration.
"Jeno, Youâre up on the 200-yard dash," yells one of the coaches. and all of a sudden, your mystery man is making his way to the starting blocks. So his name was Jeno.Â
You head down the stands, happy with your findings, when you hear someone talking about a party that will take place after today's track meet. You didn't know how but you would find a way to that party. Luckily for you, you knew someone who happened to know just about everyone.
âPlease Jisung, I need to get into that party!â you beg your friend.
âThen go by yourself,â your friend huffs in annoyance.
You have been friends with Jisung for awhile now. Jisung just had the type of personality that allowed him to fit into any friend group. Everyone adored him. You had to be a nobody if you didn't know Park Jisung. Even though his reputation precedes him, he's actually really laid-back and easy to talk to.
âI donât know anyone there!â you whine from your seat perched up on his desk in his dorm room.Â
âThen why do you even want to goâ Chenle interjects from his spot on his bed as he scrolls through his phone, playing videos out loud obnoxiously like an old man.Â
âIts for science,â you state.
âFunny, because thats what im trying to study for,â jisung says sarcastically, âI need to finish my assignments. I dont have time to go outâÂ
A beat of silence passes while you contemplate your next bargaining chip. âI'll do it for youâ
Jisungs head snaps up from his textbook âUh?â
âCome on, Iâm like a genius. Iâll finish it for you if you come with me tonight,â you bargain
âThis science you speak of doesn't have anything to do with your little outings, does itâ Chenle says. He didn't have to specify which outings for you to get it.
âWhat outings?â Jisung peeks over at his roommate.
âDeal or no deal?â You hurry and try to change the subject; you didn't need poor Jisung to find out you were fucking around to eventually fuck his cousin. Everything leading up to that would probably just end up confusing him.
Pushing back from his desk and letting you take over, he said, "Knock yourself out." You knew those years of drowning your self in your studies to get over heart break would not be in vain
You arrive at a house a little ways off campus. The party was already raging and you were a little upset that you didnât come to get absolutely wasted. Jisung parked his car on an off-street and walked beside you as you approached the house.Â
âI might disappear for a little bit tonight but donât leave without me,â you advise him.Â
He bemoans, "Make sure you keep your ringer on; you never answer." He hated it when people split up from him at parties, but he was prepared. Chenle told him that you were trying to meet someone tonight.
Once inside, you waste no time in finding the kitchen. You weren't planning on getting wasted, but you at least needed a little liquid courage if you were going to talk to the Greek god you saw earlier. You and Jisung knock a few shots back until you start to feel the buzz. You stick to his side as he introduces you to a few of his friends, and you engage in small talk until you finally see Jeno walk through the front door.
Jeno had finally shown up and he looked even more delectable outside of his track uniform. He was wearing an open flannel over a dark shirt, adorned with a silver necklace. He wore some light-washed jeans that had a few rips and holes in them. He was like he jumped straight out of a boyfriend pin board. You felt a little creepy watching him over the rim of your red solo cup. You finish off your drink and part ways with your small group. Hes walking into the kitchen and you follow behind him.Â
âHey, your Jeno, right?â you call out to him. He looks up from the drink he's pouring and sends you a friendly smile. You donât miss the way his eyes look you up and down.
âWhats up?â he replies, taking a swig from the mixture he poured.
âI watched your track practice today; did you run the 200? Your really good,â you say honestly
âThank you; do you run too?â he asks, keeping the conversation flowing.
Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe it was your impatience but you canât find it in you to care about easing your way into the question. âI donât actually, but iâm actually doing a study on endurance and stamina I was hoping you could help me with thatâÂ
âOh yea? What class is the project for?â
âNo class, just my own personal studiesâ
âOn endurance and stamina?â
âYesâ
It takes a moment for the gears in his head to start spinning
âOhâŠoh!â
"I can give you my number; just text me if youâre interested," you say, pulling out a piece of paper with your phone number on it. You had written it down earlier, knowing that a pen would be impossible to find at a college party.Â
He takes it from you and stares you down for a moment, his heavily lidded eyes raking over your frame again. "I'll let you know." You don't need to look to know that he's staring at your ass when you turn to walk away.Â
He texts you before the night is even over but you don't respond until the morning. You let him know the exact details of the âstamina trainingâ you had in mind and he agreed to your terms and conditions. You plan to hook up the following day; this was the last thing you needed to perfect, and you were excited. That day had come in no time and now you were fresh out of the shower, waiting for the fateful knock on your door.Â
You had no time to prepare for this session, and you honestly didnât know how to. How does one develop a resistance to pleasure, and how does one avoid the one thing you seek when satisfying oneself? Hopefully Jeno had the answers, and if he didn't, hopefully he helped you find them.Â
Your fixing your hair and making sure everything is laid neatly when you hear a faint knock on your door. You look at yourself one last time in the mirror before going to open your front door. Jeno stands infront of your door with a small smile and you let him in. At this point, you were used to the awkward small talk and embarrassing attempts at flirting. You wasted no time in pulling him towards you. His hands instantly find your waist. Youâre so close, you notice the cute mole he has under his eye. He stares back at you, his eyes round like puppy dogs. You pull him back into a slow kiss. Today there was no rush; it was all about resistance.
Once you get your fill of his lips, you pull away again and lead him to your bedroom. You kick your door closed and pull him down on top of you on your bed. âNo matter how much I beg, dont let me cum,â you warn him
âWho says I was going to let you cum?â he teases back before he meets your lips again.
You smiled into the kiss; you were going to like this one. You wondered what type of role he would play when darkness wrapped around you both in its cool, sensual embrace. Would he let you take control like you did with Haechan? Would he be as strict as Jaemin, keeping you in your place or would he be laid back like Renjun? Guiding you and willing to relent some of the control to you if you ask. His firm body pins you down under him, and he kisses you hotly before ghosting his lips down your neck teasingly. His hands snake their way up your shirt and he explores the skin exposed there before pushing it up and over your chest. He lays sweet kisses over the top of your breast, not yet ready to part with the image of you wrapped in the lace that was your bra. Your impatient so you sit up on your elbows to help him get you out of your shirt. You pull your shirt over your head, and you scoot a little out of his embrace to pull down your shorts. Jeno takes the hint and strips himself bare, except for his briefs. When your done, he pulls you back under him and gets you settled again. You can feel him pressing hot against your skin. You had barely just met him, but something about the way Jeno kissed you and touched youâthe way he paid attention to your bodyâwas so intimate. The little sounds you would make when he nips at your skin. The way you bite your lips when he licks your sweat-prickled skin unabashedly. He watches it all, doing his own little research to learn just what you like. You weren't sure at first, but Jeno was a lover boy. Even though you werenât his, he would love you like you were.Â
Hes already slipping his hands into your underwear and the moans that slip out of your lips are sinful. He rubs your clit in soothing circles, spreading your juices so he can slip inside and open you up. His other hand slips behind your back and finally removes your bra so he can suckle on your nipples and massage your chest.
âFuck Jen, I need more, please,â you whine
âYou better be able to take what you ask for,â He warns.
He finally slips 2 fingers inside of you and begins to pump them leisurely. You grip the hair at the back of his neck and pull him back to your lips. You needed to drown out the sounds you were about to make when you felt his thick fingers stretch you out. His hands were warm; they warmed your entire body as they worked in tandem to bring you high. Deeply curled fingers had your back arching as you moaned in to his open mouth. He swallowed down all your sounds as he huffed his own into your mouth. He was grinding down shallowly into one of your thighs as he lay on top of you. The length of him rubbing against you gave you a good idea of what you would be working with tonight and you were happy for your lessons with Jaemin because Jeno was definitely going to split you in two. That thought alone had your thighs clamping against his wrist and your hands gripping on to him, anywhere you could reach.
âYou there, baby? Fight through it. You got it. Come on,â he said, speaking with a soft bass in his voice.
âIm gonna cum,â you choke out every part of your body, lighting up with pleasure that you can't snuff out.
His fingers slow but they don't stop completely. He lets up, willing you to calm down. You feel your orgasm slowly slip away and the feeling that was left afterwards was something close to desperation. Your legs are spread wide as you roll your hips up onto his fingers, urging him deeper. You pull him impossible closer to your body. His fingers pick up their pace again and it feels like you have grown 100 times more sensitive because this time it takes little to no time for the waves that crash against you and lap at your stomach to finally drown you out. Jeno can feel the way you tense up in his hold and he pulls away completely this time.
âNo, please, this is driving me crazy,â you cry
âCome on, baby your doing so good,â he says, kissing your poutÂ
Your body is still tingling with the traces of your lost orgasm but you manage to calm down as Jeno passes his hands against your skin soothingly. Stroking your sides and stomach lazily until you settle.Â
âWhat if we try something else?â he suggests after another minute of gazing at you.
âLike what?âÂ
"Well, if you find it difficult to hold back your orgasm, why not just let it go?â
âI'm not following. Doesnât that defeat the whole point?â you quirk a brow at him
âIm saying what if you build your endurance to last multiple rounds. Find a way to keep going through multiple orgasms.
The thought turned your entire view upside down. You had never thought of it that way. You weigh the options in your head. The burning desire and desperation that edging leaves you with or the overwhelming sensations that overstimulation was sure to make you writhe with. Maybe this question was best asked when you werenât horny and wound up from an orgasm denial because all you could think about was cuming.Â
âLets try thatâ
Jeno kisses down your body until he lays between your legs. He shifts one leg over his shoulder and kisses your clit softly while holding eye contact. Your hips already twitch with need. âHands behind your backâ was his whispered command.
You fold your arms, bending each at the elbow, neatly behind your back. You rest against them as you breathe deeply through your nose. Jeno licks a flat strip against your folds. Your folds were already soaked, practically dripping onto the sheets and he just cleaned it all up. He licks a pointed strip now through your folds, parting them on his way up until hes teasing at your clit again, He wraps his lips against it and suckles gently. He slips his fingers back inside as he gets lost in making out with your pussy. It takes every fibre in your being to hold still; you needed to focus on lasting as long as you could. You decided you would scum but you at least wanted to see how long you could last. Jeno just hums against you, lost in his own thoughts and his own world. His eyes were closed now but his eyebrows were furrowed up like he was concentrating.
He parts his fingers inside of you, stretching them out to make room for his tongue, He licks inside of you over and over and you truly do go crazy. Your thighs attempt to clamp close, but Jenoâs free arm pins one of them open, forcing his face back into your heat. He fucks his fingers ruthlessly now, determined to throw you over into the current, and he does. Your orgasm leaves you feeling sleepy and heavy. The only thing that brings you back down to earth is Jenoâs slick mouth sliding into place over yours as he kisses you deeply.Â
â3 times. Can you handle that? 3 times?â he asks
You take his words into consideration; you feel yourself throbbing, but you think you could manage two more rounds. You send him a nod and he kisses you again as he shoves off the last piece of his clothing. You can feel him stroke against your slick folds, teasing the head of his cock inside before pulling back out to slap it against your wetness.Â
âYou ready?âÂ
You nod and he pushes inside of you. You were right; he was splitting you open. Once he was sitting all the way inside, you let out a small whimper, and he instantly soothed you.
âYouâre ok. I'm gonna make you feel really good,â he shushes into your ear as he caresses you.
His voice is so soft and smooth that you relax against his hold. You wrap your arms around his neck and peck his lips before sending him a nod. You couldn't bring up enough energy to speak. You barely had enough to cum again but you would fight through the drowsiness.
âLet me know if you want to stop, ok?â he offers gently before pulling his hips back slowly to thrust deep inside of you again.Â
It was like he was hypnotizing youâthe way his hips moved as he fucked you, the way his slim waist looked with your legs wrapped around it, the way his arms flexed when he went a little harder. You could get used to being under Jeno. You would take however many rounds he gave you. If it meant you could prolong this sensation, you would endure each and every one of them. You loved the way he filled you up and split you open over and over again as he pounded into you. You loved his noises you had to strain to listen for, you loved the way his face would scrunch up in pleasure when you clamped down tight around him.Â
Your bodies compliment each other's movements as you chase his hips with your own. You were wound up too tight; you needed release. His hands snake down between your legs and circle your clit skillfully. You cum again, this time around his length. He fucks you through it and settles deep inside of you, holding still until your breathing evens again. You didn't know how he did it. He hadn't come once since you started, which must have taken an ungodly amount of will. You knew you wouldn't be able to do that, at least not for a long time. You would have to settle for fighting through the overstimulation for now. You weakly thrust your hips up again, signaling for him to start again.
âLast one baby, I think I'll be a little more selfish this time,â he says before pressing a kiss into your shoulder.
You don't get to ask what he means before he manhandles you into the next position. He lips your hips before swiftly placing a pillow underneath you, angling your hips up. He grips your thighs, forcing them off of his hips and pressing them deep into your chest, your knees bracing your head. He shoves back in deep, fucking you into the mattress in a mating press. He didn't care if you could cum again because he was going to rip it from you. Puppydog eyes no longer stare back at you; they hadn't since he laid you down on the mattress, but this time something else swims behind his eyes. It was pure hunger, like that of a wolf. You realized that, although he was good at holding back, once the gate was open, nothing could stop what rushed through. It was like the final leg of a race, where you see the finish line and sprint for it. He was pent up, and he was going to let you have it.Â
Over and over again, his hips pounded harshly into yours. They were sure to bruise by morning, joining the others that probably adorn your body from all your other late-night activities. He hadn't mentioned them but you knew he had noticed because he focused most of his kisses there, like he wanted to paint over the others work.
Empty, there was nothing going on inside your head. Just his name repeating on loop until it filled up your thoughts so much that it had no choice but to spill from your lips. His own pathetic moans fill the air as he thrusts, getting sloppy, less sharp and less precise, and he finishes deep inside of you. Youâre almost there and youâre grateful that he fights through his own overstimulation to keep fucking into you lazily. You cum around him and your body goes limp against your sheets.Â
âYou were able to keep up with me; you were amazing,â he says around his heavy breathing. You just look over to him and smile, far too exhausted to speak
When you wake up the next morning, you are not expecting to see jeno still lying next to you. You were sure you made it clear to him this wouldnt be a long-term thing. You shake him awake and he stirs in this sleep before cracking an eye open. He looks at you, then rolls over like you were bothering him.
"Jen, get up. You have to go,â you say, shaking his shoulder again
"Hngm,â he groans, pulling more of your cover over him.
You just stare at him incredulously. You slap his shoulder hard and he finally sits up fully. He looks more alert now as he takes in your appearance and then the time on the bedside table.
âFuck! Im going to be late for practice,â is all he says before rushing to grab his clothes and phone off your nightstand.Â
You just watch him in amusement as he scrambles around the room. He's halfway through the door before he stops in his tracks. He turns around and strides back to you before leaning over to plant a sweet kiss on your lips. This kiss was short, but you sensed something in it. He pulled away and stepped out the door fully this time, saying a quick goodbye. Jeno was a track star; heâd make it. As you hear your front door close with a heavy slam, one thought runs through your head.
Jeno the track star, and Jeno, the lover boy, was attached to you. In what ways, you didnât know, but you could not find out.
Navigating across your college campus was already difficult when you had to regularly avoid crowds of students. Now that you were practically a wanted fugitive, it was even harder to slip between the halls and walk from class to class.
Jeno had texted you a few times since he left your house that one day. Haechan never stopped asking around for you, Renjun was pretty cool about everything so it was only a little awkward when you passed him in the halls, and Jaemin... Boy, if Jaemin got his hands on you, it was so over.
There was only one person you wanted to see and that was Mark. He was the only one who hadn't tried to hit you up. It was like he had vanished from the face of the earth. You had practically begged Jisung for any updates but even he hadn't seen him around. It wasn't until you walked into the library one day and saw Mark cuddle up with some girl that your questions were answered. You were devastated. You had spent so much time trying to be perfect for him and he had used that time to move on to another girl. You couldn't exactly blame him; you had been blowing him off for awhile in favor of your "studies.â.Â
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. You hated life. Life always has a sick way of turning you on your head. What was this all for without Mark? Not to say you went on this whole sexual exploration just for him but he was the end goal. He was the final boss. It was like putting in hours on a videogame just to have it shut down before you could save. Yes, you play it for fun, but you also play for the sense of accomplishment that comes with completing it and winning.Â
What was that saying? Play stupid games,win stupid prizes?Â
You were out sipping smoothies and pouring your heart out to your friend group. You told them everything. Some were more shocked than others.
âYou were trying to fuck my cousin!?â Jisung says this in horror as he almost chokes on his smoothie.
âSorry, Jisung, I cant explain that oneâ You send him an apologetic smile.
âI just knew something was up! You had that glowy look,â your friend Yangyang saysÂ
âYeah, that post-sex glow!â Mia chimes in
âWill you two quiet down?â You shush them; you did not need the entire establishment knowing you âglowâ after sex, making it sound like you had some type of radioactive pussy.
âI cant believe you fucked them; thats bold even for you,â jisung adds
âI dont need your judgment, jisungâ
âNo, im not judging; its just that they all-â
âCan we please drop it, I dont want to talk about this anymore; people are starting to stareâ The old couple that sat across from your table sneaked glances at you and your friends.Â
"Well, if you want to get over Mark, you should get under someone else,â chenle says
âIts your advice that got me here in the first place,â you remind him as you finish your smooth sucking down the last drop.Â
You needed to just spend some time alone, collect yourself and get over mark. Honestly, your kind of happy that this happened sooner rather than later, before you developed more intimate feelings for him. You had already been on your way down that path and it had scared you a little. Maybe this was for the best since you weren't yet ready to face your feelings.
You were supposed to be the reasonable friend. You were supposed to be the friend who told everyone else when they were making stupid decisions, but now that you were making dumb decisions, there was no one there to stop you. You shouldn't listen to Chenle, especially not after the first time but it was like there was a devil-shaped Chenle on your shoulder, egging you on.
You texted Renjun; it has been weeks since you last spoke to him and you hoped there were no hurt feelings between you. You had told him you wanted to meet up and that you had a lot of things on your mind that you wanted to forget, even if just for one night. He said he wasn't upset about you ghosting him; he said that was what the app was all about and that if you ever needed a distraction, you were always welcome over.
You were so grateful to Renjun; he always made you feel safe and welcome. You were thankful that he was your first sexual encounter after your past failed attempts.
You know the way to his house like the back of your hand at this point. You were excited to see Renjun again. You hoped that you could build a relationship outside of just sex; he seemed like a really cool dude. You knock on the door, and it swings open a second later.Â
It wasn't Renjun.
âSorry, my roomates were just leaving,â the man you were here to meet says, popping up from behind Haechan, who had answered the door. The blood drained from your face. "Haechan, let her inâ
Haechan doesn't take his eyes off of you once. When he eventually shifts to the side to let you through the door, you expect him to walk out, but he simply closes it behind you.
You walk into the living room, and 2 other pairs of eyes lock onto you. Confused looks were exchanged between everyone in the room except Renjun, who still had no idea what was going on.
âThese are my roomates, Jeno and Jaemin, oh and thats Haechanâ Jeno and Jaemin were sitting on the couch in the living room, dressed to go out and Haechan was still standing in the small walkway that led from the living room to the front door.
âWe know each other,â haechan says. Jeno, Jaemin, and Renjun all give him a confused look after he makes the comment.
âSo do we,â Jeno and Jaemin say in unison before quickly looking at each other, even more confused.
âI actually forgot I think I have an assignment due, I need to turn it in before 12 so I think I'll leave,â you say with a sheepish, akward smile.
You turn to run away but Haechan blocks your path. âWhere are you running to babe? Youâve been avoiding me for weeks I think we should have a little chat.
âI really need to turn in that assignmentâ You try again
âSit down, princess,â jaemins stern voice calls from the couch, He moves over and pats the space next to him.Â
Fuck.
âWait, don't tell me,â Renjun says, finally putting all the pieces together. âDid we all fuck her?â
âYes! I fucked all of you,â you grumble as you plop down on the couch sandwiched between Jeno and Jaemin. You were caught either way, so you might as well fess up. You can't bring yourself to look at Jeno; you knew there would be hurt in his eyes. âIn my defense, I had no idea you were all roomatesâ
âNo judgment over here love. I just wish you would have come to me instead of Renjun if you wanted to fuck tonight,â haechan smirked
You cross your arms against your chest and huff. its not like you were in trouble; you were all grown consenting adults but it sure felt like you were.
âThat's what you were gonna do, right? Use everything I taught you to go fuck him?â Jaemin says, his piercing stare seeing right through you.
You were annoyed, you hated being on the hot seat, you had come here to escape your worries and not be confronted by 4/5ths of them. Maybe that is why you lash out a little. âYes, Jaemin, I'm going to fuck your roomate and make him scream loud enough for the rest of you to hearâÂ
âAnd where did you learn how to do that?â
âFrom you, of courseâÂ
The room grows silent and that annoys you more. You couldn't understand why no one was ripping you out of your clothes yet. âIs someone going to fuck me, or do I have to find someone else to do itâÂ
âAre you ok with Renjun sharing you?â haechan suggests
âI think I can handle it; can youâ you say to the room.
âWouldnt be the first time we shared,â jaemin says
You finally turn to face jeno. He looks at you, then at your lips, and finally speaks. âI want you⊠I need you so badâ You had a feeling his words had a deeper meaning than that
You didnt have time to worry about him; you already had so much on your mind but you did spare him the slightest mercy and lean into him first. You kiss him, pulling him into a heated kiss and you can feel warm hands under your shirt as Jaemin kisses your neck. Suddenly, you were being pulled away from the kiss and hauled off the couch. Renjun stood in front of you and said, âlets go to my room; I have the most spaceâ Â
The trail of clothes that is left behind in the hallway was the only evidence you left behind as the door to Renjuns room closed behind you. You crawl into the bed, and Jaemin crawls in behind you. Renjun takes it upon himself to have you first. He claims your lips in a kiss before he trails his hot mouth down your body. He sucks at your chest before continuing down. Jaemin grabs a hold of them from behind, massaging them in Renjun's wake. Haechan props himself up beside you and kisses you, his hand drawing mindless circles against the skin at your stomach as Renjun caresses your thighs as he prys them open. He lays between them and for once, he doesn't wait. He dives in, immeditaly pressing his hot tongue all over you, spreading your juices as he sucks and licks at your cunt. Your hips fuck up on to his tongue and into his face, and he doesn't stop you. He doesn't stop you when you grab ahold of his hair to grind against his face messily. From beside you, Haechan sits up, dick pressing against your lips and urging you to open your mouth. You do your best to suck him off, lazily closing your mouth around him, too focused on how Renjun feels between your legs than about properly sucking him off. Jaemin strokes your hair away from your face, gripping it in a makeshift ponytail for you as he watches you suck off Haechan. You can feel him pressing up against your lower back, and you can't help the new wave of slick that gushes out at the thought of him feeling you up again. You had missed himâall of them, really. The thought pulls your mind back to Jeno, who sat silently on your other side. You reach out blindly until you feel for him. He takes your hand in his and guides it down his body. His hand covers yours as you palm him through his boxers. Soft groans leave his mouth, and you manage to pull him from his confines. You grip firmly and stroke him as best you can from your angle. He seems to appreciate it because, in no time, he's fucking up into your fist.
You feel Haechan tense in your mouth and you think he's going to spill but he pulls out instead. He takes up camp next to Renjun, forcing the other to scoot over. They both lap at your fold messily and you don't miss the way their tongues swirl together, tasting each other. You are ripped away from the beautiful sight between your legs when Jaemin grips your hair and makes you take Jeno into your mouth next. He guides your movements, pulling you up and down the jenos cock, making it hit the back of your throat. Your training really paid off because you only gag slightly until you are in control of the reflex again.
Fingers slip between your folds; your not sure who they belong to, but their curving deep, fucking into you ruthlessly. The way they sissor you open has you moaning around Jeno, causing his hips to stutter. You feel a pair of lips sucking cruelly on your clit and you come undone violently. Jeno cums deep down your throat, making you choke a little. He pulls out, laying limply next to you. You donât miss the way his eyes shine at you.
The grasp in your hair forces your head back and you turn over your shoulder to kiss Jaemin. You were positive he could taste Jeno on your tongue but that didn't stop him from shoving his wet muscle down your throat and chasing the taste. Sometime during your distracted haze, Renjun pushes inside of you and you moan into your kiss with Jaemin. Renjun fucks you fast and deep. Hold on tight to your hips. Haechan busies himself with your chest, sucking on your nipples before pulling back to steal you away from Jaemin's kisses. Haechan kisses you messily, just like the way he ate you out and swallowed your moans. Renjun's pace turns sloppy and he finishes against your stomach. With how neat and tidy he likes to keep his things, you were surprised at how messy he could get in the heat of the moment. He pulls out and flops down beside you. Haechan quickly takes his place and you thank Jeno for his help in preparing you for this moment.Â
Haechan pushes inside of you easily, your greedy pussy completely swallowing him whole. He wastes no time in driving into you over and over again. He used your body to get off, pressing quick circles into your clit. You swipe some of Renjunâs cum off your stomach and shove your soiled finger into Haechanâs mouth. Your fingers rest against his tongue as he licks them clean with a groan. You slip your hand free, smearing some of his spit across his mouth in the process. You didnât know what it was about Haechan, but he just got you so worked up. Maybe it was how nasty he was, licking up another man's cum, and how he would probably lick you clean after this. You couln'tt stop your hips as they bucked up into his. You chase your highs and you use each other. After a few quick thrusts, you're cuming all over his length and leaking onto the covers, adding even more fluid to the mess. Haechan doesnât pull out. He comes deep inside you, stuffing you full before he pulls out to watch it drip from your hole.
âGet on your hands and knees for me, baby,â Jaemin whispers in your ear. He had waited patiently for everyone else to get done with you because he wanted your full attention. Jaemin was going to show you that he was all you needed.Â
You don't even get a chance to move before he moves you into position himself. He takes one of the pillows from the head of the bed and instructs you to lay your head on it. You think hes being nice, worried about your neck cramping, until he says, âbite itâÂ
He wouldn't go easy on you this time, not with how pent-up he has been. A hand grips your head, shoving your face into the pillow as he slips inside. This time, there is zero resistance. With all the slick spilling out of your hole, he was able to lube up before slipping inside.
âFuck, look at that. Taking it so well,â Jeno says from his spot on the bed. A few moans follow and you assume they are all touching themselves at the sight.Â
Jaemin forces your head up and makes you look at Renjun, Haechan, and Jeno, all beating their dicks. âYou think they can fuck you like I do? No ones got you like I do baby and iâm gonna prove itâÂ
Your pushed back into the pillow, your screams muffled as he snaps his hips into your ass. Crude clapping fills the room as your skin makes contact from his long, deep strokes. Your moans are instead replaced with Haechan's as they fill the room alongside Renjun and Jenos. Jaemin doesn't let up, grabbing one of your arms and pinning it to your back. Renjun's pillow was soaked with your tears as you cried in pleasure at the way Jaemin fucked you. Your thighs grow weak and you canât hold yourself up anymore but that's ok because Jaemin's strong grip keeps you up as he holds you in place, pounding into you from behind.Â
âFuck, im gonna cumâ Haechan moans
Youâre about to as well when your thighs start to tremble and your body starts to thrash as you try to escape the onslaught of pleasure.Â
âStay right there, princess. You got it,â Jaemin grunts into your ear. His chest is pressed against your back, and his biceps curl around your throat, pulling you away from the pillow and successfully trapping you in a chokehold. You scream out load finally, and your orgasm wracks through you. Your tight grip on Jaemin's cock has him cumming deep inside of you with a groan.
Everyone was exhausted and sprawled across Renjun's bed. Renjun, followed by Haechan, Jeno, You, and Jaemin. That was how you were all laid out. Someone went to grab a towel and whipped you clean before wrapping strong arms around you. Through your drowsiness, you looked up to see Jeno nuzzled into your side, embracing you. You had resolved most of your problems except for one.Â
You shake the thought from your headânot tonight. Tonight, you would just be his and enjoy this moment. You would face him in the morning. You didn't know him well but maybe you could change that.Â
a/n: I hope you enjoyed reading this. There will be no Part 2 anytime soon or maybe even ever. Maybe a spin-off could happen but probably far down the road in the future. This is literally just porn with no plot. I seriously have no idea where I would take this story. Comment and leave feedback if you want to; it is always appreciated.Â
a/n: Fun fact i actually did lose my virginity to a fence, it is completely possible to break your hymen through injury. That shit hurt so bad lmaooo. Some of these events in the fic are pulled from real life. See if you can guess which ones lol.
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starlight
chapter twenty one
pairing: huang renjun x fem!reader
summary: after an unexpected night at the movies, youâre left turned into a vampire. with the help of park jisung and his friends, your new lifestyle adjustments are thankfully made a lot easier. that is until your friends start to call out your flaky behavior. quick, how are you going to cover up your secret? a fake boyfriend taking up your time? perfect! huang renjun is just the right guy!
genre: college au, vampire au, fake dating, darker themes, thriller (ish)
notes: sorry i don't love doing written parts and i wrote this at 1am this morning so whatever! buckle up for one more serious chapter before i derail this series.
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PAY THE PRICE â smau
after getting evicted out of your old place, you're left with no other choice but to look for a cheaper alternative. which is how you end up becoming neighbours with lee haechan, who has a passion for music and disturbing whatever peace and quiet there is.
or in which you found yourself a very nice apartment, the only issue? your neighbour is your friend's somewhat ex-situationship who won't stop playing his guitar at 2 am in the night.
neighbour!haechan x fem!reader
genre ; enemies to lovers, angst, fluff, probably slow burn, humour, neighbours au.
extras ; haechan is kinda an asshole | boy next door + likes everyone but you trope-ish | profanity and death jokes because theyâre silly! | probably romantic tension | some mark x reader here and there | renjun and jaemin having their own e2bffs moment | probably inaccurate depiction of how someone would get evicted pls donât shoot me đ
notes ; i love haechan i love haechan i love haechan i love haechan i love haechan i love haechan i love haechan i love haechan <333 idk i got nothing better to do now so iâll just start this because i know i wonât be posting any of the other long fic wips any time soon đ
PLAYLIST ; She , Tyler The Creator â For The Night , Chloe Bailey â IDK WHAT TO TELL YOU , Bktherula â Surprise , Chloe Bailey â I Wanna Be down , Brandy â Suite Life , FLO â Is It A Crime? , No Guidnce â Round&Round , NCT U .
STATUS ; ongoing and hopefully regular updates.
profiles (1) profiles (2)
intro
1 ) jaehyunâs trophy wife
2 ) free cookies (not really)
3 ) midnight disturbance
4 ) attempted murder?
5 ) THIS IS FAMILY
6 ) haechanâs second identity
7 ) kiss buddies and useless complaints
8 ) critically acclaimed idgaf veteran
9 ) founders keepers..?
10 ) yangyangâs new interest (y/n)
11 ) a late welcome party
12 ) invest in a cage jaemin
13 ) cat fight (REAL)
14 ) the cure to a lack of sleep = cup pong
15 ) who said quiet guys canât be freaky?
16 ) you got a girlfriend?
17 ) i DO have a girlfriend
18 ) this is life, i love life..
19 ) nah. they fucking.
20 ) letâs play apex?
21 ) whole house mad
22 ) drunken regrets
23 ) heâs got to be fucking with me..
24 ) a sincere apology letter (kinda)
25 ) are we cool or not?
26 ) weâre good (for real)
27 ) a personal guitar lesson
28 ) LIVE TWEETING YNHAE MOMENTS
29 ) a moment of vulnerability
30 ) friendly q&a between friends
31 ) thatâs strange.. thatâs weird..
32 ) solution to job loss = family guy (???)
33 ) what has jaehyun done for society?
34 ) ynhae bonding activity hours
35 ) an unwanted double date with yangyang
36 ) an overwhelming realisation
37 ) the universe can kill itself
38 ) a âwhat are weâ conversation
39 ) i got that hair too, kinda
40 ) reviewing haechanâs tweet and new issues
41 ) diagnosed with the crush disease
42 ) putting your satisfaction first
43 ) some girl talk with mark.. this diva..
44 ) girls day gone WRONG
45 ) homies before hoemies
TBA . . .
BONUS:
TBA . . .
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boyfriend texts: protective dreamies ËË°âą*ââ·
ă»â„ă» thank you for requesting, anon! gratitude to my pals for helping me assign these đ«¶
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Which one of the dreamies is the most dominant iyo?
(Not you sending this anonymously after texting me about it girl lmfao đ) but anyways, Iâve actually been thinking about this for a while now because I want to start doing NCT DREAM hcâs but I feel like itâll definitely shock some people if I donât put Jeno first buuuutâŠ
My personal ranking would be: Jaemin, Jeno, Mark, Jisung, Haechan, Chenle, and Renjun.
Jaemin gives soft dom energy, like heâs rough but heâd also praise you and tell you that youâre doing a good job for him. He seems like he gets enjoyment out of you being embarrassed, covering your face, or doing anything that makes you look smaller than him. He seems like the type to have a size kink as well, so if you even utter the words âso big.â Or âtoo big.â He gets so turned on and will immediately tease you, heâll ask you in soft cooâs if it feels goodâtelling you to take it as he thrusts into you with powerful movements. Luckily heâs not cruel enough to be so deep or so rough that heâll bruise your cervix but itâs happened once or twice before. But like I said he gives soft dom energy, I just know that immediately after heâs clinging to you and kissing your face all over. âOh baby you did such a good job!â Heâs right back to giving you adorable words of encouragement while cleaning you up as you lie there in shambles.
Jeno seems like heâd be the most dominant but I beg to differ, heâs definitely a service dom. He wants to do anything to get you off but heâs not submissive, tell him where you want him to touch, tell him you want him to eat you out, ask him to finger youâyour strong puppy boyfriend is there to please you right away âLike that baby? Does it feel good? Right there?â . Sometimes heâs a little strict on what he will and wonât do, once you asked him to fuck you in the bathroom of the restaurant you were in and he told you no three times before he basically dragged you there and fucked you like a wild man. But in general Jeno likes to be gentle with you, when heâs eating you out or fingering you he loves getting genuine reactionsâhe compliments you as he gives you soft kisses on your thighs with his fingers deep inside of you. When he fucks you (if heâs not feeling especially feral or punishing you.) he holds you close, heâll hold your body tightly as his thick cock slides in and out of youâhis praises are quiet and accompanied by gentle kisses all over your neck. Heâs really into the sounds you make so he fucks you like heâs dying to hear you say his name. âGood girl. Good good girl..my pretty babyâŠpretty princessâŠsay-say my nameâŠsay my name.â His words are both soft yet aggressive, and when he cums inside of you he holds you so tight you might pop.
Mark also gives soft dom energy, heâs more of a playful dom. He likes to keep things mostly vanilla and lead you calmly, he loves guided masturbation and he especially loves it when you touch yourself as if heâs not there. Heâll praise with in a low and steady voice, telling you to keep the same slow pace as you move your fingers in and out of you. itâs absolutely agonizing but the way he talks to you makes your whole body throb with desire. âJust like that baby, keep your eyes on meâŠnow move your handâŠjust like that baby, thatâs rightâŠgood girl.â Heâs so good at praise, itâs literally insane how good he is at using his wordsâheâs almost too good. The moment he notices you getting impatient he starts teasing you, heâll tell you to beg for him and trust if you donât beg enough heâll tell you to do it with more passion. âNo no no baby, say it like you mean it; say please, please fuck me Mark.â The moment you give him what he wants heâll fuck you like his life depends on it. You feel like youâre floating away from how good his stroke game is, while heâs fucking you heâs still talking to youâtelling you how good you feel around him, how pretty you are and how much he loves fucking you.
Jisung is definitely more of a hard dom but he could pass as a switch but itâs only because hes extremely likely fuck himself dumb. Jisung is really really into seeing you beg, cry, cum, shake, screamâanything that indicates pleasure (or pain hes close to that line.) makes him go crazy. He absolutely loves to degrade you but with a healthy mixture of praise too, âYouâre so pretty baby, my pretty girlâŠmy pretty slut. Did my voice make you that horny? Did my slutty girl go dumb already?â Heâs such a dirty talker, especially when you lose it. His fingers are enough to have you empty headed and desperate, his long slender fingers fuck you so good; but they also only make you want him more. Every whiny call of his name makes him sicker than the last. âSung? Sungie? Jisung? Whatâs wrong baby? Is it too much? Are you trying to tell me that itâs too much?â Itâs like his fingers shut your brain off through your pussy, and when he finally fucks you itâs so roughâhe loves to kiss you while heâs deep inside of you, something about it turns him on so much more. And of course he has to cum inside of you, he just loves how it feels.
Haechan is more of a switch, a bratty one too. He enjoys doing things thatâll piss you off, if heâs feeling more dominate that day heâll edge you for hours. Heâs so set on seeing you cry and beg, if heâs fingering you and he notices you getting close heâll stop right before you finishâheâll do this for so long until you finally break. âYou look so cute baby, are you gonna cry? Hm? You gonna cry baby?â He loves teasing you, he gets off to the way you whimper and call his name. âHyuck? D-DoâŠyou look so cute when you beg.â When he fucks you he absolutely loves to make you look at him; seeing your eyes roll as you struggle to keep them open makes his toes curl. But when heâs submissive, the shoe is completely on the other foot. Heâs so sensitive, if you touch his nipples even a little his body flinches. âYouâre so cute like this HyuckâŠâ When you praise him he melts into such a mess, his voice cracks as you ride himâheâs so sensitive, he can hardly even speak from the feeling of your walls around him. Youâre so warm, so wet, and he fits so perfectly inside of you. He gets so drunk on you when heâs being subby, and when he cums he has to hold you and have your body as close to his as possible.
Chenle is also a bratty switch, when hes subbing heâs so difficult and disobedient and when heâs a dom heâs so cruel. âYou look so pretty on your knees baby, do you think youâve earned it yet?â Heâll tease you when youâre sucking his dick, complimenting how pretty your lips look around his cock and pulling your hair as you look him in his eyes. When he fucks you heâs so vocal and so rough, biting, scratching, hair pullingâhe likes it all. Of course he has to cum inside of you, he fucks you as deep as humanly possible and when heâs close heâll tease you about how heâs going to get your pregnant one of these times. âYou ready to have my baby?â Heâs such a kinky fuck. But when heâs subbingâŠitâs like what he did to you is only a projection of what he wants. Slap him, bite him, pull his hair and degrade him; sit on his face and make him eat you out till his jaw locks. âYouâre such a good boy for me.â Even the most basic praise in between humiliating him will reduce him to a pathetic and desperate animal in heat. When youâve finally had your fill of him eating you out and decide that heâs worthy of fucking you heâs so overstimulated that he canât even speak; all that comes out of his mouth is gibberish. But even in that state he can still beg to cum inside of youâand if heâs been good enough youâll let him.
Renjun gives me model sub energy, like he wants you to treat him like a princeâbuy him sexy outfits to wear, worship his body, and spoil him with kisses and pleasure. He loves it when you suck his dick, he gets off to the feeling of your lips and tongue before he gets to fuck youâand of course itâs his right to fuck you; heâs your spoiled baby after all. âMhmmâŠjust like that, it feels so good.â His moans are so pretty, itâs such a show when fucking himâthe way his back arches and how his heavy dick throbs and twitches is so lewd and beautiful. By the time heâs inside of you heâs already cum three times, but he can last for another because it means he finally gets to be deep inside of you. When heâs on top his stroke game is amazing, itâs like his brain has moved to his dick from how perfectly he fucks you. His lips are red and kiss swollen and his entire face is flushedâwhen you get on top you can fully appreciate how beautiful his face looks when you please him. âS-So goodâŠâ his voice drifts off as his eyes roll, his head falls back into the pillows and he goes silent from how good you feel. When he finally cums he gasps for air and looks you right in your eyesâhe loves to look at you and watch your face as he cums, youâre just so pretty and he loves you so much; he has to burn the image of you in his mind as he cums inside of you.
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