#jenos outfit is actually not that bad

[sugabean2021]

I honestly don’t like these looks. They look like expensive hobos.

[jirsungs]

ep 17: i missed you (too)

word count: 3.1k

You join Jisung in the kitchen and when he sees you arrive, he hops off the counter before he can look at your choice of outfit for the evening. 

But when he does, he wishes he could rewind the moment you walked in so he can pay more attention because holy fuck. Those words were the only coherent thing he could pull out of his brain, but he didn’t blame himself for the mental trouble, because seriously, holy fuck.

Lord, he wishes that no one else has seen you in this black strapless midi dress, which he’s 80% sure is from Kukombo, he remembered you and Ning raving about it a couple of weeks back. Your hair perfectly dolled up, just like the first time he saw you, with your pearl necklace layered by your Tiffany & Co. Infinity Pendant necklace sitting pretty on your collarbone.

He recalls you gushing about how much you love layering jewelry pieces together or how complete it makes you feel on the first night you hung out alone. He also remembers you telling him that the Tiffany & Co. necklace you’re wearing now was bought with Renjun’s card after you begged him on your birthday. 

“You look pretty.” Jisung blurts out before his brain can process that those words actually left his mouth.

His compliment makes you smile. “Thank you.”

Should I have said more? Was that not enough? She looks absolutely gorgeous, but if I say that, I might come off desperate and I am not desperate. Wait. Am I?

Pfft, no, of course not.

He shakes out of his mental dilemma when he hears you talk again, “You too—I mean, you look good.”

Despite you seeing him blush in front of you and mumble a “thank you”, his physical appearance did not match. An awkward guy dressed in his black graphic t-shirt and gray denim baggy jeans. To everyone else, he was seen as a stern, quiet dude who stayed close to his friends and played drums weekly, but to you? He was anything but stern or quiet.

“What’s with us always meeting in kitchens?” You try to joke, your horrible attempt to ease the weird tension in the air.

It was a pretty bad joke, if you could even call it one, but at least, you know that there will be someone who laughs at anything you say. And that’s Jisung. “Right? I guess it’s the place where we’re just destined to be together. We first met in Karina’s kitchen, then had our first interaction after Karina’s party in Johnny’s kitchen—”

“One horrible interaction.” You both wince at the immature memory. 

“Yep, it was pretty bad… But now, you’re here with me in Chenle’s kitchen after… ghosting me for two weeks.”

An awkward laugh escapes your mouth, not knowing what to say now that the air suddenly grew uncomfortable. Fortunately for you, Jisung doesn’t notice and is instead embarrassed by himself.

“Sorry, I said kitchen too many times. That was–it sounded weird.”

It’s been two weeks without him and yet somehow, he still holds the power of making it impossible for you to be mad at him. You hate that you always find his awkwardness endearing.

“You’re fine, Ji. In fact, it didn’t sound weird to me at all.” You reassuringly smile, nudging his side.

And that one overused nickname he's heard from multiple different people sounded the prettiest when it came from you. A light switched in him and the next thing you know, Jisung's ranting about Rockway's past gig to Jeno breaking their blender after attempting to make a blueberry banana smoothie for him before their workout at the gym.

Your friends come over once they spot you two in the kitchen corner together, cutting your conversation short. Suddenly, you’re in the arms of Ning and Haechan, engulfing you in a hug while Jisung is kept occupied in conversation with Renjun, Mark, and Jaemin. 

Soon after, your interactions die down with Ning and Haechan accompanying each other to go dance and the three guys who busied Jisung left due to Chenle pulling them away for a game of beer pong. 

Chenle was successful in dragging Jaemin and Renjun while Mark followed suit. But as Mark was about to leave, he stopped to offer Jisung a spot to join, which you encouraged, since Rockway usually boasts about how skilled he is at the game. But he turned down his friend’s offer with a shake of his head. 

You guess Jisung made a signal to the clueless guitarist because Mark says no more, glancing between you and him before letting out an “Ohhh…” He winks at the guy next to you, who you see grow more flustered by the minute, and exits out of the kitchen.

Jisung finally lets go of the breath you didn’t realize he was holding onto for so long and you’re left alone together once more.

The quiet gives Jisung the perfect opportunity to continue catching up with you. You’re not even thirty minutes into the conversation when it gets interrupted again, this time by Yeonjun and Jeno whining about their loss in beer pong. And after multiple pleas from them, they were finally able to pull the beloved drummer boy away from your side.

“I’ll be right back after this, I promise.” Jisung gives you one last pouty look before the guys tug him by the arms. 

“Yeah yeah, don’t get clingy, lover boy.” Yeonjun chirps out as he and Jeno drag him away, the latter following up with a, “We’ll take good care of him, Y/N!”

Your eyes follow the three guys, they join the crowded table that has multiple red solo cups set on either side, and you take notice of how Jisung radiates a whole new light when he’s surrounded by his bandmates, along with your friends. You adored that you all became such a tight-knit group so quickly. It’s nice. Well, sometimes. Haechan and Mark currently screaming over one another is one of the reasons why you say “sometimes.”

“You guys already have Yeonjun! Let us have Jisunggg!” Haechan whines. 

Mark lets out a humorless laugh, “What’re you talking about? Renjun clearly made y’all win last game!”

Your eyes shift over to Jisung, who’s covering his ears at the noise. It makes you laugh under your breath.

Luckily, the argument between Haechan and Mark didn’t last long because the next time you looked over, they were already concentrating on their game. Shotaro, a mutual friend of Rockway’s, was focusing his aim on the cup. 

While Jisung is playing beer pong with the others, you’re left alone, feeling peaceful as you watch the party around you. But to your dismay, your content mood turns sour when you see Jaeyun, your ex-situationship, walk over.

“Y/N alone at a party? That’s a new one.” He snickers, pouring himself a cup of the cheap beer.

You watch him take a sip and scowl. “What are you doing here?” 

“It’s an open-invite party, pretty face. You know I never skip out on these.”

“You’re not even friends with Chenle, or anyone here, for that matter.”

Jaeyun takes another sip of his drink, “Eh, so what? Again,” He lowers himself to directly meet your eyes, “It’s a free party.”

He disgusts you.

Once Jisung takes his turn throwing the small ping-pong ball towards the cup and it lands inside, as expected, his teammates Jeno, Mark, Yeonjun, and Wonbin cheer and hype the drummer up at his performance. 

As Jisung glances between the four guys surrounding him, he sees you accompanied by someone in the background. His friends don’t notice him moving to the back of them as their attention is set on Jeno already being pushed to the front for his turn.

His eyes widen when he realizes who's talking to you. Jaeyun. The one guy you told him about on your first hangout together when he was curious about your past. He’s glad you didn’t hide yourself away from him when he asked because now, he knows that the guy is nothing but a lovebombing asswipe. But what he isn’t so thrilled about is the fact that he shares a class with the guy, let alone the same major. 

You’re uneasy, he can tell. It’s painful to watch. And he’s sure your feeling gets worse once he sees you grow visibly stiff when a girl comes over and kisses Jaeyun on the cheek.

Insecure isn’t typically a word Jisung would use to describe himself. He sometimes becomes doubtful of himself, sure, but insecure isn’t a word that would be in his pile of descriptions. Plus, he knows he's on your mind every second of every day, and that was more than enough assurance for him. 

But Jaeyun intimidated the hell out of him, he knew this, despite being a few months older than him, Jaeyun was bulkier and he was aware that his looks could kill, he guessed that’s how he got you gripped on him at one point in your life. However, that still didn’t stop him from excusing himself from his friends, lying to them that he needed to go to the bathroom.

Surprisingly, his friends paid no attention to his departure with how engrossed they were in their game, making it easier for him to rush to the kitchen. 

You’re too busy tolerating Jaeyun and his next fling’s drained conversation they were having with you, to notice him walk in. That is until you feel a presence beside you and an arm wrapped around your waist, leading you to look up at the culprit and see Jisung. It was new seeing him touch you so comfortably like this, or be possessive either. You weren’t complaining though, it was definitely something you could get used to.

But the said man doesn’t have time to make eye contact with you because all he’s focused on is his main goal here, and that’s for Jaeyun to get out of your goddamn face.

“Sim, you’re not making her uncomfortable, are you?”

What is he doing? You think. Jaeyun letting out a low whistle and opening his obnoxious mouth again doesn’t allow you to dwell on it.

“Wow, Y/N, I didn’t think you were into,” He eyes Jisung up and down unimpressed, “lousy playing drummer boys all that much.”

Oh God.

You feel Jisung’s arm around you tense up, “What did you just say?”

Jaeyun only snickers. You watch Woona, his new fling who you, unfortunately, remember the name of cling onto him tighter. You roll your eyes at the action.

“I mean, as far as I remember, you were better than picking underground losers off the low-paying nightclubs his band plays at.”

You scoff. It was obvious he knew nothing about Jisung, Rockway, or any of their successes, “You’re full of shit, Jaeyun.”

Your ex-situationship couldn’t care less about what you said because once he sees Jisung’s fuming face slightly falter, he knows he got him. So he continues, “Jisung, I’m warning you now, man. You better find a better chick 'cause all you got right now is some bitch who’ll whore around for anyone with a dick attached—”

Everything happens in a blink of an eye. You seriously don’t know how.

One moment Jisung’s arm is wrapped around your body then the next, he and Jaeyun are on the kitchen floor while Jisung lunges at him right away, giving Jaeyun barely time to react before his fist crashes down on him. The connection to Jaeyun’s jaw creates a painful crunch that echoes across the room, resulting in some partygoers reacting to the scene.

Your expression never changes as you watch in disbelief at the whole thing, Woona instantly screaming and trying to push Jisung off. It doesn’t work though, she falls over when Jaeyun attempts to regain himself, bouncing back a punch that has Jisung’s head taking a hit to the side. But Jisung rapidly returns his attention. Regaining control of his fist, he delivers another vicious blow to Jaeyun’s face, then follows with another, and another, and by the next punch, he finds himself losing control.

The number of punches he’s thrown, Jisung stays unaware of it, and frankly, he doesn’t give a shit about it. He continues to stay unaware even when people’s arms are grasping him from behind to force him from the wounded Jaeyun.

“Jisung, what the fuck is wrong with you?” It isn’t until Haechan’s distressed voice snaps him out of his daze, that he finally notices Jaeyun being helped up by Yuta and Jungwoo.

He observes Jaeyun’s bleeding lip and bruised face and finds no remorse in his heart. Throwing punches at the guy isn’t the worst thing he could’ve done, he knew that Jaeyun knew he deserved it too.

Instead of answering Haechan and the others as their worries talk over one another, his breath remains raggedy when he takes a glance over at you, you didn’t move from the spot, your hand over your chest as you’re heaving, trying to recollect yourself from what just happened. His gaze is fixated on you while your eyes shift between Jaeyun and Woona, who’s giving you the worst side eye known to man. 

Jisung guesses he didn���t hit Jaeyun hard enough, because he dares to open his mouth again. His voice raspy and taunting, “Shit, you’re lucky your band came to the rescue ‘cause I would’ve ripped you apart.”

“You never shut your mouth, do y—” It was stupid, Jisung knew it was, but it still had him attempting to pounce forward in the grasp of his friends but they swiftly pulled him back, making loud protests.

With all the voices that rang throughout the room, Chenle’s was the only one that caught Jisung’s attention, seeing his best friend angry was a usual thing, just not like this, “Ji, if you don’t wanna calm yourself down, take this shit outside.”

“Fine.” The younger’s eyes soften as he looks between Haechan and Jaemin who are currently holding him, “Let go of me.”

Haechan arches his brow at him, unsure of whether to trust Jisung or if he'll start something when he’s freed, but the two exchange a look before letting him go.

And just like that, Jisung storms out of the kitchen, paying no mind to Jaeyun who tries to reach for him. He exits Chenle’s apartment, and you immediately follow after him. 

Your hurried steps make contact with the concrete sidewalk as you reach outside of the house, trying to walk faster to match his pace. The cold air quickly reaches your body, making you rub your arms in hopes of warming up. 

When you’re walking close behind him, you speak up, “Jisung, I can’t believe you just did that! That whole thing was unnecessary, I don’t even know why you decided to get yourself hurt over someone as stupid as Jaeyun!” Your words coming out as a scold.

His abrupt stop in his tread almost makes you bump into him, but he turns himself around and faces you. He lashes out. “Unnecessary? My ass, it was unnecessary! I couldn't stand hearing him talk about you like that, especially when he's the one who treated you like garbage.”

Confused at his sudden outburst, you lash back, “Jisung, why did you do that?”

Jisung releases a deep breath, “Y/N, I did it because…” He can’t dare to look at you, so he glances up at the night sky instead. "Geez..."

You grow angrier seeing his focus not on you, “What, Jisung? What?”

“Fuck, because I like you, you idiot! Can’t you see that?” Your eyes slightly widen and you swallow the next agitated remark resting on your tongue. With you now becoming quiet, he allows himself to slowly calm down, “Look… I know I'm not the best with words, we know that. But these whole two weeks of me waiting by the phone just for one single text from you confused the hell outta me. I mean, at one point, you're hating me, and then I'm hating you, to us being friends, now to whatever this is.” He motions his hands between the two of you in a stressed manner.

Still. You can’t believe your ears, so you dumbly ask, “You what?”

He’s calmed down by this point, looking like an ashamed puppy, “I like you, Y/N. I really really like you.”

“And what makes you think I didn't feel the same?” Now it's Jisung's turn to be confused, his lost eyes being nothing but cute to you. Even beaten up, he was adorable. You sigh, “I like you too, stupid.” 

“Oh, thank God.” 

In a flash, his head is tilted down to match your height, and he leans in, his hands reaching for your jaw. Then, his lips meet yours. His fingers keep their place on your jaw, gentle and scared to move down. Finally, he thinks. Expecting you to pull away, he’s surprised when you kiss him back, your hands gripped on his shirt, pulling him closer to you. Fireworks weren’t going off, but your heart sure felt like they were.

You never thought your first kiss with Jisung would be like this, desperate and full of want. But you don’t care, he longed for this, and so did you. 

He pulls away and rests his forehead on yours. He circles your waist with both arms, before he speaks, his breath still heavy, “I know that you told me you always wished for a fairytale kiss, but I couldn’t help it anymore. So, uh, I hope that kinda made up for it?”

He just kissed you and he’s awkward?

You affectionately smile, “It made up for it, Ji. Really.” You loop your arms around his neck. “Now is this a bad time to apologize for how stupid it was to ghost you or…?”   

He chuckles, “You’re cute.” You pout and mumble a “shut up” before he continues, “But yes, it is. I mean, I already forgave you the moment you came over. I’m kinda hurt you didn’t realize that.”

His fake frown leads you to remove one arm from his neck and smack his chest, “I can’t read between the lines!” 

“My bad, my bad. That was my fault for thinking so.”

You hmph, both of your arms taken off his neck for you to cross them instead, “Thank you.”

Jisung thinks your attitude is adorable, and he can’t even be mad at you. Especially with you finally in his arms again after yearning for you for three months, it made everything worth it.

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Physical Therapy

SUMMARY |  Haechan sprained his ankle and is staying at the hospital. Being very horny and needy, he asks his pretty nurse for special treatment… PAIRINGS | Haechan/Fem!Reader GENRE |  smut, unprotected sex, dirty talk, fingering, public sex, nurse/patient RATING |  Mature LENGTH |  2,366 words AUTHOR’S NOTE |  Fuck, why do I have so many one-shots saved in my computer? Anywho, I hope you enjoy :)

Part 2 here

“Haechan, you are an idiot.”

“…Shut up.”

“I can’t believe you sprained it.”

“…I said shut up.”

“You are such an attention whore. Now you have to stay in the hospital. How does it feel?”

“Guys! Will you shut up! Geez, it’s not my fault!” Haechan yelled at his friends. Leave it to Haechan to sprain his ankle before tonight’s party.

“Actually it is. You’re the one who wanted to impress that pretty girl.” Renjun said, raising both his brows at him. All because he wanted to show off his dance moves. Which really didn't make sense, since Haechan was a great dancer.

"I thought you were trying to impress that girl?" Chenle asked Renjun as he passed some soup to Haechan. “Weren’t you trying to serenade her in Chinese?”

"What are you talking about?" Renjun rolled his eyes, the others laughing. “I did no such thing.”

"How in the world could you sprain your ankle?!" Mark questioned, fussing over the younger man. "Dude."

"Should I keep you company?" Jisung asked.

“Good news is that my cousin is coming over to visit later! I'll bring you some of her homemade food later, since I know you all love her cooking. Have fun at the hospital.” Jaemin said happily, waving at Haechan before walking with the rest of his friends out of the hospital room.

Haechan gave them a surprise look. “Wait, you guys are going to leave me?!”

“….yes?” Jeno said, not sure if that question was a trick or not.

"We'll visit you tommorow, Haechan." Renjun nodded, reassuring him.

Haechan grumbled and glared at them. He crossed his arms. “Fine, leave me. Some friends you guys are. Can't believe you would leave.”

"Ahw, you'll be fine Haechan." Mark chuckled, patting him on the head. “Some of the nurses here are really pretty, you know?”

“We’ll tell them to take good care of you!” Jeno called out.

"Yeah, you'll be fine!" Jisung exclaimed.

"Recover fast! Haechannie fighting!" Jaemin pumped his fist in a victory pose.

Chenle waved and gave him a small smile. “Bye Haechan! Have fun at the hospital!”

"Guyssss!" Haechan whined, hoping that one of his friends would at least stay with him.

Haechan sighed once his friends left. Now who was going to give him the attention he needed? It wasn’t his fault that he wanted to show off his nice, smooth moves to that pretty girl. He wanted to get a chance to maybe…score something tonight.

Damn it.

There goes his chance of fucking a pretty girl.

He started to watch some TV. The hospital wasn’t that bad since he had a room to himself. The door opened again, and a very pretty woman entered his room. She was wearing a nurse outfit, showing off her generous cleavage. 

She gave him a cute smile.

“Hi there, I'm Na Y/N. I’ll be your nurse for tonight. If you need anything, just press the button.” You said, pointing at the button that was on the dresser. 

Haechan looked at you up and down before giving you a smirk. 

Oh yeah, he definitely loved the hospital now.

“Y/N, huh? Wait… Are you Na Jaemin’s cousin?” He asked, his eyes wide. “You’re the cousin that cooks all those delicious food for Jaemin, huh?”

“Oh, you know Jaemin?” You asked him.

“Yeah, we’re friends.” Haechan nodded. “I’m Haechan. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Oh! The one with the sweet yet unique voice whenever he sings? It’s nice to finally put a face to a name.” You smiled at him. “Was Jaemin here to see you earlier? I just started my shift but a few of the other nurses said they saw a group of very good looking men leave your room.”

“Yep, they left not too long ago.” Haechan replied. “I didn’t know you were a nurse.”

“I normally keep my job a secret.” You chuckled, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “They don’t believe I’m a nurse because of my looks.”

Which was often true. People always thought you’de be too dumb to be a nurse. That your face and body could pass more for a model.

You didn’t know how or why, but after fighting with the other nurses, you won. The prize was to take care of the handsome young man in Room 127.

“Really now? That must be tough.” Haechan raised his eyebrow. “Well, I’m sure I’ll be in good hands with you.”

“I’ll get you all taken care of.” You smiled as you turned around, your back facing him. “If you need anything Haechan-ssi, just let me know.”

Haechan watched your ass until it disappeared out the door. Yeah, he was going to have fun.

“What’s wrong Y/N?” Minhee, your fellow nurse, friend and roommate asked, grabbing an apple from her plate before taking a big bite of it. It was lunchtime, and you were sitting on the table, your face lying on top of it.

“It’s Haechan! He’s such an... ugh! He won’t stop calling me. He’s getting on my nerves.” You were tired and hungry. 

It has been four hours since Haechan came, and you were tired as hell because of him. He made ridiculous requests. 'Oh nurse, can you help me change the channel? Oh nurse, where is the bathroom? Blah blah blah.' 

You were sick of it.

Minhee gave you a sympathetic look. 

Poor you. 

But she didn’t want to take care of Haechan. Plus you did win that bet. You said were going to cockblock her if she ever brought a man home. 

Hell no. 

Minhee was going to get some dick tonight after her shift. “Why don’t you text Jaemin and ask him what will keep Haechan quiet. He should know since they’re friends.”

You groaned, bringing your phone out of your pocket. “I know but still, he needs to stop pressing that damn button.”

“Maybe he wants and loves your attention. He must really like you.” Minhee said, giving you a teasing smile. "You are pretty."

You stuck your tongue out. “Being pretty doesn’t pay the bills.”

“Why don’t you just fuck him or something?” Minhee suggested.

You groaned again, showing her the text you got from your cousin.

Jaemin: Why don’t you fuck him? He’s been dying to get laid lately.

Minhee laughed. “See? No wonder your cousin and I get along so well. Great minds think alike.”

“Ugh…” You let out, your phone vibrated signaling that Haechan was calling you.

“Oh Y/N,” Haechan sang before pressing the button for the 100th time. “I need your assistance again.”

You groaned and entered his room again, not before shutting the door. You didn’t want Seulyong, the head nurse, to hear you screaming at a patient, especially if it’s Haechan. “What now?”

He gave an amused look. “Now what kind of attitude is that? Aren’t nurses supposed to be friendly with their patients?”

“Not if they're being an ass about it.” You muttered under your breath. “Now what do you want Haechan?”

Haechan moved his shoulders. “My shoulders are stiff. Can you massage them for me?”

If you could, you would curse and walk away from him. But since Haechan knew your cousin, you didn’t want Jaemin to complain that you didn’t take care of his friend. You went over to his bed. “Scoot back.”

He did what he was told, smirking at you as you sat on the bed. After a few minutes, Haechan moaned in satisfaction. You were really good with your hands. He felt his muscles being relaxed as you continued to massage his shoulders.

“Better?” You wanted to get over this. As soon as he nodded, you immediately got off the bed.

Before you could leave the room, he grabbed your wrist. “Yes, better. Can you do me another favor?”

You didn’t even reply. You waited for his request while yelling profanities inside your head. 

Damn him.

“I thought I felt a lump on my stomach. I don’t know what that means, but can you check for me?” He sweetly asked. 

Curse him for being so damn hot. 

When the hell did Jaemin hang out with other good looking guys?

You could perfectly hear the other nurses dying and telling you to do it. You waited until Haechan laid down on the bed, lifting up his hospital gown, revealing his perfect, solid abs and boxers to you.

Slowly, you touched his abs as Haechan shivered from your touch. You had to admit, his abs felt so fucking good with your touch. But you didn’t feel a lump at all. “I don’t feel a lump.”

Haechan opened his eyes. He was enjoying this. “Go higher, it’s somewhere around there.”

You went higher, revealing his solid chest. “Nope, don’t feel it.”

“Huh, I must have been imagining things.” He said, giving you an innocent look. 

You glared at him. 

Ugh, sneaky bastard.

“I'll go now.” All you wanted to do was go home and sleep this off. This has been such a tiring experience for you. Before you could leave again, he grabbed your wrist again.

“Wait, stay.”

Fuck, no you weren't going to stay. 

Sure, he was hot but you were so tired.

“Why? My shift is over. I gave you all the attention you need. It’s time for me to go home.”

Haechan frowned a little. The fun hasn’t even started yet. “You can’t leave yet. I need more attention, especially from a sexy, little nurse.”

Before you could protest, Haechan pulled your body on his bed. You couldn’t even react because he captured your lips with his, dominating it. 

It took you a few seconds to realize that you were actually kissing a patient. And your cousin’s friend. 

Fuck it. 

You knew what to do with this situation, like Minhee and Jaemin told you to. You kissed him back, not giving a rat’s ass that you were about to fuck a patient.

Haechan smirked. 

“I see you want my attention.” He said before entering his tongue inside of your mouth.

You just moaned for the cocky bastard. It was better to enjoy the moment than argue with him. Haechan’s lips were incredibly soft, almost pillowy. He deepened the kiss, the hand at the back of your neck bringing you closer. He felt your hand curve around his neck. He moved closer, lured by your response and a small, almost helpless sound you made as you opened your lips. 

Haechan was rubbing all over your body, and playing with your short skirt.

“You are such a bad nurse.” He growled before his right hand went inside your skirt, lightly massaging your clit with his thumb that was being protected by your very thin underwear. “Going around fucking all your patients, huh?”

“N-no…”

You arched your back and wrapped your arms around his neck. Dear god. Haechan looked at your exposed neck. Perfect. Leaning you closer, he began attacking your small neck, biting and sucking as hard as he could, making you gasp and clutched his neck even more.

“Haechan,” you moaned in front of his ear, turning him on even more. You could feel his hard member that was covered by his gown and boxers. You began grinding his body with yours, making him moan and wince.

Right now, he wanted to pounce and fuck your brains out right then and there. Instead, he pushed your panties to the side, and added not one, but two fingers inside your now wet pussy, his thumb continuing to massage your clit. “Does that feel good?”

“Oh god, yes…”

He thrusted hard and fast, hitting your g-spot again and again, making you melt and feel good. He moved his fingers to the side, up and down, forcing you to shudder. Haechan bit your bottom lip as he continued to stroke you with his pleasurable fingers.

After a few more strokes, Haechan finally took his fingers out, licking them in front of you. “You are so ready right now, noona.”

"What?" You pouted, slapping his chest in embarrassment. "Who's your noona?!"

Since you were straddling him, Haechan had expertly taken off your skirt and panties. 

How the hell did that happen?

“You are. Noona, can you help a patient out? I’m a very horny person.”

You couldn’t reply because he already thrust up inside of you, slowly. You knew he was teasing you, waiting for your reply.

“Yes, I'll help you out, Haechan-ah!” Haechan slowly hit your g-spot.

“I’m sorry. I can’t hear you.” He said, thrusting a little bit faster. “Damn, your pussy is sucking my cock.” 

He went inside of you again, making you arch, you moaning in pleasure.

“Yes! I'll help you!” You yelled. 

You prayed the other nurses didn’t hear the filth that was going on.

“Fuck, you feel good.” Haechan replied by thrusting inside of you faster now. Each thrust was filling you up with pleasure. Instead of laying down, he sat up in bed, making him go deeper inside your wet pussy. He continued to pound inside of you, making you whimper every time he hit the right spot.

You both came not once, nor twice, but three times. On the fourth fuck, Haechan could feel your walls clenching again.

“Haechan!” You screamed, giving him the satisfaction that he needed as you came for the fourth time. Haechan came as well, arms tightening around you as you continued to spasm in pleasure.

“Another round?” He asked, catching his breath as he gave you a cocky grin.

You lightly pushed off of him and got up. You wanted to, but there was no way you were going to do this for the fifth time. He was a very needy and horny guy. “No, now go to bed or something.”

You put your panties back on. You were about to put on your white skirt until Haechan grabbed it. He leaned towards you. “Tomorrow I need to be satisfied. Will you be here tomorrow to help me, noona?”

You bit your lip, blushing from his comment. 

Why did he have to fuck so damn good?! “Of course, I’ll be here Haechan.”

Satisfied, Haechan gave you back your skirt. He couldn’t wait for tomorrow. After all, you were his nurse.

[kiiyunz]

posted⠀by⠀junjiie⠀⠀⸻⠀⠀1Oth May,⠀2O24.

Alright, alright, I know it’s a little late. I got distracted! A human error. From a human. But anyway, I’m back with the promised rundown of KIHYUN’s NCT U eras—but I’m ditching the rankings this time around, as the majority (up until UNIVERSE in 2021) took place in and around KIHYUN’s BAD eras. Everything else is the same, though, so.. Have fun!

EMPATHY  2018  GLOWSTICKS & (FAKE) GUCCI

RELEASED TO THE PUBLIC just over a week after his seventeenth birthday, the first whole NCT album was both a somewhat-old (he’d been promoting for a good two years by then, after all) but still refreshing experience for Kihyun. Participating in BLACK ON BLACK, GO, and BOSS, the vocalist threw every part of himself into it as usual—and maybe even a little more so, reinvigorated by the fact he was collaborating with members from the other unit (and ones from an upcoming one) that he’d only ever trained with in the past. He enjoyed the more mature feel of the teasers for GO, as well as the music video and the song itself—it was during this era (although it would only really become more apparent during WE GO UP promotions in September of that same year, and during EMPATHY he kept this thought mainly to himself) that he was starting to feel like the whole childish concept was something he wanted to be rid of, that he wanted to trade in for something different; and GO fit that vision perfectly. He had a notable amount of fun on the set of the music video, and slated filming it as the ‘best thing he’d get to do all year,’ despite the fact they were only three months into said year.

Due to the would-be unspoken rule of Kihyun only making an effort to have any sort of online presence when he wasn’t the biggest fan of an album’s concept or music, he was fairly offline during this era—the only actual content fans ended up getting was in the official music videos & the behind-the-scenes and dance practices for said videos. They made the most of what they were given, choosing firstly to poke fun at what they’d styled him in—one of his outfits included a horrendous rip-off Gucci jacket that was noticeable from a mile away—and secondly to enjoy the interactions he had with the members of 127 (the EMPATHY era showcased his bond with members like Johnny, Jaehyun, and Jungwoo to the public for the first time) and members like Ten and Kun, who hadn’t yet found their place in a permanent unit—although it wasn’t long in the making, as would be proved by WayV’s debut the next year. This was most prevalent with the behind-the-scenes of the BOSS music video in particular, a clip of Kihyun and Jaehyun chasing each other around dangerously close to the literal circle of fire featured in one of the later scenes while Mark watched on on the obvious verge of panic going quite viral online.

MY  FAVOURITE  MOMENT: ⠀GO  MV  BEHIND

Kihyun getting a little too ambitious while balancing on the metal of the train tracks and nearly falling flat on his face, much to the delight of Chenle and horror of Jeno—who ran over to see if he was alright, and then proceeded to nearly trip himself up also. The nearly-fall didn’t deter him in the slightest and he continued to walk down the line, Jeno stepping up behind to follow along (he noticeably wobbled more than a few times, but still stuck with it if only to give Kihyun some company). Chenle got bored of watching—or, as Haechan called it, “got FOMO,” and it didn’t take long of observing the other two before he was running over and trying it out for himself also. Him and Kihyun were walking on parallel sides, with Jeno in the middle after having given up on the whole balancing shtick; watching as the two in front of him reached out to hold on another’s hands and intercepting so they were both grabbing hold of one of his instead. Mark cooed, Haechan pretended to throw up in his mouth.

RESONANCE PT 1  2020  VOCAL FRY & BADLY DISGUISED VODKA

IN THE MIDDLE OF running around and getting up to many a scandal with someone that was, really, doing him more harm than good, NCT came back together as a full group to release RESONANCE PT 1. For the album he traded his newfound clubhopping hobby for what’s considered by some fans as one of his best (although criminally short, what with him only participating in VOLCANO and DÉJÀ VU—something that many suspect was a sort of punishment for the bad press he’d been bringing to both Dream and, by proxy, the group as a whole by that time) performances in the entirety of his career thus far. During VOLCANO he gave listeners a few seconds of rap lines, a skill of his that had previously been rarely utilised, Kihyun’s voice taking on a raspier edge that he later mentioned off-handedly as being his “Taeyong impression,” which was met with both positive and negative reactions—as is the same with most things any idol says or does while they mention another. DÉJÀ VU saw him back to his standard vocalist position, but many slated his lines as being their favourite, or his tone standing out amongst the rest in a certain moment. Altogether, despite his public image still not being anywhere close to being fully repaired, at least he wasn’t being accused of being talentless to add fuel to the fire.

What was adding fuel to it, however, were the leaked photos of him with a shiny silver flask halfway to his mouth on the way to a taxi. It was after hours, hardly being able to be accused of drinking on the job (but with a job like being an idol, it would be a little difficult to blame him for doing so), but it still sent a few people into an outrage—and Kihyun’s response didn’t help matters either, the simple ‘whoops’ he sent on Bubble enough to prompt some into showing their truce stance on Kihyun and his situation as of late (that being, of course, that they hated him). Most took it in good humour and laughed along with him, seeing as those photos and content put out by the company were all they got to see of him for the whole era. Even his moments in things such as behind-the-scenes videos were frighteningly scarce, only appearing for a scant second or two before he was being whisked off by another member or the camera had decided to abruptly cut away in the middle of his screentime where in the past it most likely would’ve lingered a little longer. It was sort of a tug of war between the good and the bad things throughout the whole promotion period.

MY  FAVOURITE  MOMENT:  KYUNDERY  INSTAGRAM  LIVE

It was almost like a miracle, the day Hendery logged into the NCT account and decided to start a live—and with Kihyun, no less. They were a little drunk, and didn’t care if the people watching realised that. In fact, them being tipsy probably played a part in the decision to go live, so maybe it was really something they should be thankful for. The majority of the time on live was spent by the pair taking turns scrolling through the filters and laughing themselves into hysterics, so much so they could barely get a word out between their fits. When they’d finished filter sampling they held an impromptu karaoke session, despite the fact their voices were cracking a minimum of twice for every line they belted out into the empty company room they’d holed themselves up in (and, when Hendery tilted the phone to show viewers their set up, it almost looked like they were camping for the night—there were a few pillows and a blanket they’d hoarded from somewhere, snacks galore, bags and a few empty bottles and one singular shoe). Beggars couldn’t be choosers in the Kihyun-content regard for this era, but it just so happened that the one thing they did get (or rather, most of them got, as some missed the notification and had to watch clips elsewhere) was something they could hold dear.

RESONANCE PT 2  2020  LUCKY NUMBERS & LEGO SETS

STILL RUNNING AROUND, still not the fan favourite he once was, most were expecting much of the same treatment during RESONANCE PT 2 as Kihyun got during PT 1. However, to the surprise of all of them, he actually received a little more screentime this promotion period around—most likely because of his involvement in the tracks 90’S LOVE and WORK IT, where there was far more extra content to go alongside just the music (as well as RAISE THE ROOF, although that didn’t receive a music video like the former two), but most fans decided to take it as the plus it undoubtedly was. He looked happier than he had in months skating around with Mark and Jeno, catching up with Ten, cracking easy jokes with both Shotaro and Sungchan in his attempts to get to know them better despite the slump he’d been in for most of the year thus far, and of course messing around to his heart’s content with Johnny and Hendery on the WORK IT set. His normal full-of-energy self was back—not that it had ever left, but he’d seemed far more tired, almost lifeless, in the months running up to the dual albums—and to see him so sunny again seemed to brighten the mood of a few of the members he was particularly close to in tandem. 

As was beginning to become the (unfortunate) norm, hardly any extra content atop what the company gave the fans came from Kihyun himself—no lives, no posts, barely any messages on Bubble, the list only went on. Some said he was simply following his own tradition of staying quiet if he liked the music making up the album he was in the middle of promoting, but most people were still under the impression that it was due to the scandals and articles and countless rumours that had completely taken over his public image with fans—decidedly for the worse, seeing as it ended up getting so bad once that people were left wondering if he was going to be kicked out of NCT on the whole. The mood was beginning to dip again, fans taking his complete lack of presence that wasn’t company-mandated to mean that they were going to be seeing even less of him in the future. Until—a post from Kihyun, a simple selca on their Twitter account of him in his 48 hockey jersey from the 90’S LOVE music video, the two simple words ‘lucky number’ as his only caption. You’d think he’d just dropped a movie-length vlog from the amount of people celebrating his (brief) return, the words ‘HE’S BACK’ trending for a few hours or so as most of his fanbase frantically changed their profile picture to the aforementioned selca.

MY  FAVOURITE  MOMENT:  WORK  IT  MV  BEHIND

No one was happier to see Kihyun than Johnny, and that fact was apparent from a mile away. They were attached at the hip the second the cameras stopped rolling, always visible in the background glued to each other’s sides even if they didn’t get much time talking to the camera for the BTS video. When it was finally their turn to give their small interview (or rather, when it was Johnny’s turn, and he dragged Kihyun along with him by the arm) Johnny was resting his head atop Kihyun’s and buttoning and unbuttoning the blazer he was wearing for that scene while he spoke. Kihyun even cracked a smile or two at the jokes that had obviously only been told for the sake of his reaction, and contributed a few words here and there. Another moment from the video widely loved was from the scene on the wide open field, where he was captured sprinting away from Jungwoo giving chase, Jaemin and Johnny close behind, wide grins on all of their faces and the faint sound of laughter being picked up. Jisung was standing and watching with a small smile, with the rest making bets on who was going to trip over their very-much-not-made-for-running shoes first.

UNIVERSE  2021  BASEBALL BATS & BETTER DAYS

WELL ON THE WAY to being fully back to his normal self again (despite it being a couple years in the making), UNIVERSE saw Kihyun far happier than the previous two promotion periods, almost reaching his mood during the EMPATHY era. Participating in songs UNIVERSE (LET’S PLAY BALL), OK!, BIRTHDAY PARTY, and of course BEAUTIFUL, it wasn’t as if he was at a loss for things to do. He admitted it was tiring, but also that it was fun—because with the more songs he got to work on, the more time he was given the chance to spend with members not in his unit (namely Hendery, Xiaojun, Johnny, and Jungwoo—although he did talk a little more with Shotaro and Sungchan also, stating proudly to the camera on one occasion that they’d been thinking about going out for dinner one night in the future). He also found it fun because he enjoyed every track on the album, even if he didn’t make an appearance on most of them. Despite the hate some of them got from the fanbase (BIRTHDAY PARTY in particular) he held firm and even sent a few Bubble messages defending them in earnest, complete with angry kaomojis and one (not really) accidental swear. Kihyun saw UNIVERSE as his chance to prove he was ready to be a proper representative of the neos after his nearly-two-year-long slump, and was truly giving it his all.

Like the mood maker he’d always been, this dramatic change for the better in his demeanour affected everyone’s around him also. A few member’s smiles always seemed a little wider now that Kihyun was nearly back to normal, after they felt far more confident in the hope he’d bounce back stronger than ever, and benefit all of them—Dream members in particular, of course—while doing so. UNIVERSE was also an era in which Kihyun put his extrovert nature to work and gave fans interactions with members they’d barely been allowed to see him share one word with—the main ones being Doyoung, Kun, and the most surprising to a fairly large amount of fans, Winwin. Despite only appearing with the latter on BEAUTIFUL (as it was a whole-group song), once things like the jacket BTS began to be released, they were made witness to the bond the two of them shared; far closer than apparently most had ever dreamed of them being. Kihyun was as affectionate with the Wayv member as any other person in the group, but as he only did with a few of them, Winwin was reciprocating—a returned hug here, tolerating a little handholding there. He wasn’t exactly matching the boundless enthusiasm the acts of affection were performed with, but no one was really expecting that anyway. It just went to show that Kihyun could pull most people into his orbit, even if it was just for a moment or two.

MY  FAVOURITE  MOMENT:  ALBUM  UNBOXING

Placed into a group with Johnny, Hendery, and Shotaro, Kihyun was having the time of his life. He went to lengths to include the newer member in all of his conversations, light-heartedly prodding at him like he’d known him for years, and even making an effort to slow down his usual break-neck pace of speaking so that Shotaro would have a better chance of understanding him fully—the ribbing could’ve gone a lot worse if the latter thought Kihyun was actually poking fun at him, but thankfully Shotaro took it well and even gave it right back on a couple of occasions, which made all four of them burst into laughter. For his pulls, Kihyun received a Kun photocard (he couldn’t have ripped off his phone case fast enough, with enough force that he nearly sent both it and the HOT SAUCE era Jeno that was still inside flying across the room), a Johnny poster (which the 127 member was delighted about, and demanded to have a picture sent to him later of said poster tacked up on Kihyun’s wall), a Jaemin postcard, and a Mark sticker—which Kihyun immediately stuck on his phone case also.

GOLDEN AGE  2023  POLO SHIRTS & ..PURPOSE?

HAVING MOVED FAR PAST all that was weighing on his mind during previous whole-group slbums, Kihyun went above and beyond for GOLDEN AGE. Featuring in INTERLUDE: OASIS, THE BAT, ALLEY OOP, and obviously GOLDEN AGE, he made sure to throw more than he’d ever thrown before into recording. He was fully aware that the past years hadn’t been his best, and despite already making amends during UNIVERSE, he still wanted to prove his worth all over again. Everything was fully behind him, and it showed in the sparkle in his eyes and brightness of his laughter that came alongside every appearance of his in any piece of behind-the-scenes content. Always smiling, always energetic, always wanting to make whoever he was laugh, even if it was just for a second. Although he did stick to his usual (and very obviously favourite) members—Mark, Jeno, Chenle, Johnny, Hendery, Niko—he did make sure to wrap all of them in a too-tight hug and hang off of them while they talking to other members or giving mini interviews to cameras at some point or another. ‘Spreading the love,’ he called it, to which Chenle beside him, through poorly contained snickers, quipped that he was also probably ‘spreading diseases,’ which earned him a punch in the stomach.

Kihyun even made an effort to show up (often unannounced) to sets of the track videos he wasn’t involved in—namely PADO and KANGAROO. There he enjoyed himself thoroughly, poking at Jaehyun’s hair, dragging Donghyuck off to who-knows where, and making fun of Hendery’s outfit on one set, and latching onto Renjun’s back, avoiding small talk with Yangyang at all costs with red ears, and cooing obnoxiously loudly at Jisung on the other. He opened his copy of the album on a live with Jungwoo and Mark, and pulled a Xiaojun photocard which, as per, he immediately stuck over the face of ISTJ Renjun and patted with horribly contained smugness (he then remarked to the camera that he barely pulled Xiaojun in any of his WayV albums, and so it was practically a miracle). And apart from the live, he was very online in general—once again breaking his rule of staying quiet if he was happy with it all. He posted on his Instagram, he was sending messages on Bubble at least once every week instead of monthly at best, he was going live with just about every member of the group (there was a lot of karaoke, a lot of giggling of stupid filters, and a lot of radio hours mish-mashed with fit checks mish-mashed with impromptu fashion shows). Overall—a very happy time for Kihyun, and everyone around him.

MY  FAVOURITE  MOMENT:  #1  MARKF  ACTIVITIES  (SORT  OF)

He’d never made any attempt to hide his love for Mark (like most of the group, really) but during GOLDEN AGE it felt like he was turning it up to eleven. During the fit checks and fashion shows on live, sometimes Kihyun would be decked out in full Polo Ralph Lauren—laughing all the while he showed it off, but wearing it all the same; no doubt because of a certain someone’s connection to it. He even bought a flat cap, and had great delight in showing it off to anyone who wanted to see it. Mark’s music taste also looked like it was rubbing off on him. Suddenly he was sharing Justin Bieber songs (mid 2010’s era Justin in particular—the PURPOSE album if you want to be extra specific), doing dance covers, almost to the point where it felt like he was trying out a new era of being a mini-Mark—which, when brought up to him on a fancall, set Kihyun off into uncontrollable laughter for so long his and the fan’s time nearly ran out because of it. It was there, quickly trying to cram all of his explanation in before he was made to hung up, that he told them that it was his penalty that came out of a bet with Chenle that Kihyun had evidently lost. What the bet was had yet to be determined, but all inquiries after that were met with a secretive smile and a finger to his lips. Mark did appreciate the fanboying, though, despite it not being entirely genuine—he posted a selfie on Bubble of him and Kihyun in their matching caps and argyle sweaters with an abundance of hearts coming afterwards.

[gaykey]

This debate about the nct-ification of shinee is interesting to me because I felt very strongly when I first saw don’t call me that I didn’t like the vibes at all because it felt like it was trying to emulate the bs style of kpop, with more of the type of attitude associated with western black hip hop artists. And I have mixed feelings about the kpop artists that mainly perform with that style because of the way the lack of cultural context makes the appropriation so inappropriate. Like, it’s silly and cringe! And it felt to me like sm was having shinee do music more in that style because bts is known for it and very successful. But Don’t Call Me wasn’t that that bad about it, their outfits and the stage performance and the song weren’t particularly cringe in that way, so ultimately I ended up enjoying that comeback plenty. And now with this next album it seems like a similar debate to the one I had in my own mind back then. I don’t have any really seriously held opinions on Hard yet, but I do dislike ncts general vibes, as it has always felt very bland and lacking in personality. I’ve tried to get into them before, especially after key collabed with Jeno because I loved his vocal style, and I just didn’t find any of the groups material very compelling or interesting. Anyways, saw you were talking about this and thought I’d give my thoughts. Sorry for the long ask haha. Love your blog as always~

Also ps my kpop sideblog is gay4shinee which is why you don’t see me reblogging your posts on this account, in case you care to know XD

I pretty much agree with everything the anon who said they are an ancient fan said

hello! and yep, i've seen you in ny notifs and assumed this was your side 😚

you make some really good points, and yeah, are very much if a similar mindset of a lot of people who are on the fence about it.

i have nothing to add really that wouldn't just be reiterating your whole message.

i've been kinda negative about the nctification of shinee, but, i actually quite enjoy a few of 127 in particulars songs.

it's very weird how your bias group, and the expectations you have if them can affect your perspective.

and no need to say sorry! i'm enjoying the debate.

[castleofclouds]

7 Days A Week.

Genre ; fluff, friendship, humor

Warnings ; Has a lot like a lot of lame joke or overused and a spice of swearing, badly written story, ignore the cursing.

Summary ; Do You ever? just ever once thought how it would be If you befriended 7 different people with 7 different personalities? Pretty sure it will be fun! So here is how the story of YOU and THEM as a bestie for life, basically how F.R.I.E.N.D would be if its including you and them in it, Enjoy this weird and odd life of you.

Part 4 ; Changes.

How you can put this into words?

One way to describe is probably, changes.

You hate changes, but not as much as pineapple pizza but it's a whole different cases.

This one are not so bad..

Who are you lying to?

It is bad, you see them as a little kids, your normal not so normal actually friends, are starting to look a bit different, are you on your puberty? Why do you start to feel sentimental?

That day is the same like any other day, another day of Renjun talking about alien conspiracy, and Jaemin babying Jisung just like any other day, Mark just chillin at the back of the room, Jeno with his eye smile smiling from ear to ear hearing Chenle gossip.

Well what's different?

It's Haechan, he seems different.

He would always joke and tease Renjun out of nowhere, constantly hugging Jisung and even shared some funny stories for Chenle to laugh.

He doesn't do any of that, oddly.

He just there.

Looking out of the windows, very sentimental you think? Yeah it is, but the only problem is that, it's Haechan, he would do it to get attention but today is different he didn't care at all if people giving him attention or not he's just busy staring at the blue skies out there with their cute white cloud.

You as a friend must fix this!

“Heyy.. Whatcha doin?” You ask sneakily with your awkward posture and facial expressions.

He laughed at that, he knows you well, 13 years of friendship he knows what you were thinking.

“I'm fine yn, you don't have to worry about me!” He sounds sincere, knowing you wouldn't believe that he made a finger crossed.

“But.. Why are you just sitting there and watch, it's so not like youu..” You whine like a kid.

“Come here, sit next to me,” He asked you, you without a doubt sit next to him.

“You do know that I'm an extrovert right?” He started the conversation.

“You know damn well yeah! You are the most extroverted person I've ever known!” You answered excitedly.

He smiles.

“Welp guess who's the introvert now?”

“Who?”

“Me! I just test my MBTI and it's changed haha,” He laughed about it even though it's not so funny you laughed about it.

Then the information starts to fill your brain.

If the most extroverted the life of the party and most fun person ever exist suddenly turn into this introverted person and more calmer where's the extrovert person you know??

You are in disbelief.

Since then Haechan had been different, he would dodge all kinds of social gatherings even the most famous party where he usually attends, or those time where he prefers to stay home than going out with the seven of you.

He seems wiser and calm, you love this side of him, but you missed the old funny and teasing Haechan you know.

Not only you who saw this, your friends to! Jeno who usually tell Haechan to calm a little bit can't believe how quiet Haechan is.

So that day the seven of you made a plan, the name of the plans called.

How to turn Haechan back plan.

Yeah it's sounds stupid, but that's how you and your friends like to called it.

To make this plans worked the seven of you must visited Haechan house.

His house are actually quite bigger he had a really big mansion with a water fall in front of his house.

He's in his normal look but it's seemed so earth tone, the Haechan you guys recognize are this very wild and love all darker color outfit.

“Hi Chan!” You greeted him.

“Hi Yn, what's bought you all here? Want to study together?” He asked.

THAT is a whole different Haechan, Haechan you know would never asked for study thingy, in fact he never study unless he wants or bored, he's the type of students who says they don't study but always get the perfect score.

Why do he needs to bother to have study date or such?

“Hey channie, soo we been thinking how about we do slumber party today?” asked Mark while giving signals to the others the boy are in a deep thoughts about it.

“Idk guys, lately I have a lot of projects to do, and assignments! Ugh I can't seem to not doing it.” he reasoned, while making those sad faces.

Jaemin being his clingy self start clinging to Haechan, he put his hand behind haechan waist and start whispering.

“Why don't you just do it? We'll help you with assignment, okey? Please just once.” and then he gives those really big doe eyes, Jeno start nudging renjun who is standing right next to him.

Haechan who is a softy just nod and start clinging back.

Jisung checking one part of the plan, Haechan start acting like usual at the slumber party he even start talking more loudly later.

“Haechan,” called Chenle, the boy are getting his attention back to the dolphin guy.

“How about we play simon says?” he asked smiling widely, Jisung nodding his head on excitement, everyone are focusing on haechan.

“Hmm.. Sure why not?”

“Simon says, touch your nose!” Jeno shouts on top of his lungs everyone are laughing especially Haechan.

It looks like he's back to his usual self, but when the clock hits 8 PM he started to feel panicked.

“I need to work on my assignment guys, gotta go.”

“Come on why are you so hurry? Tomorrow we don't have any class the lecture who is supposed to be teaching cannot attend.” Renjun talked making the boy calmed a bit.

“Btw why are you so different lately Haechan?” my question somehow make him startled.

“What's different about me though?” he asked.

“Hello? You've been ignoring us for quite sometimes, and even seen quite quiet lately.” Jeno finally giving his thoughts.

The aftermath are just Haechan just rolling on the floor laughing.

“What? So you guys thought I'm changing or what? Sweetheart, just because my MBTI are turning into introvert shit, it's not always correct tho, I can be extrovert and introvert from time to time, I'm not going to be a quiet kids at the back of the class out of nowhere, even if I would, I would tell you guys the reason for it, I'm not turning into an antisocial otaku I can assure you that.” he explained, everyone are sighing in relief.

Other than Jisung who seems to feel offended.

“I'm not trying to offend you Jie.” Haechan continuous making Jisung stop sulking.

“Then why always turn down any of our invitation? Genuinely ask.” Renjun opened his mouth again.

Haechan just giggle as respond.

“I'm actually trying to be a gamer lately, I found this very fun games on app store now I can't stop playing it.” he said again.

“I'm still confused about why are you suddenly love to studying tho.” Jisung comment make haechan sigh.

“Lately I heard my scored isn't that high so of course I want to be better at it.” he finally gives his actual reasons. Everyone are silent for a moment before laughing loudly.

“Dudeee I thought you are in some trouble or shit we worry for nothing.” Mark spits out.

“Welp at least we know who is trying to be a pro gamer lately, admit it you want to be a gamer just like me!” Chenle bragging about his game skill of course it's tingling Haechan competitive ass he started bragging as respond.

“Can I join?” Jisung opened his mouth, everyone is awwe-ing the moment, Renjun laughing and hugging Jisung from beside.

“Why are you so cutee?” Renjun states, Jaemin next to him side eyeing for a moment.

“What is this? Why are you suddenly so close to my son?” Jaemin satire caught Renjun attention.

“Welp he's my son to from now on!” Renjun exclaimed.

Jeno just watching everyone in peaceful, you as your usual self scooting over to him.

“So what do you think?” you asked the other party respond.

“I knew this would happen actually, Haechan wouldn't just just by one night, neither you or anybody at this place to be honest, we know each other too much so when this thing happened we started worrying, but that worry will turn to be a thin air since we don't need to be worried at all, everyone is changing, but I'm happy we got each other backs.” He muttering his thought you then proceeded to hug him.

He hugging you back getting everyone attention.

“What's this? Nobody telling me we have a hug session, I'm jealous of you to!” Jaemin came barging and hugging Jeno and you very tightly in the end the 8 of you had a really big hug session for solid 10 minutes untill Jisung stating that he needs to breath oxygen.

Well, things changing, you can expect everyone to stay the same, maturing is real and maybe Haechan went through that, in conclusion is that no matter how many things changes you still have them, they never leave your back, you basically stuck with them for the rest of your life, the question is would you stay with them?

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A/N :

Wow, another long parts, how's everyone? It's been so long isn't it? Sorry if it tooks to long to update, college are such a pain in the a** really, so many assignments. Different than highschool tho.

Anyway I'm still new with tumblr updates seriously I either like it or not, I'm still deciding.

Anyway everyone have a nice day, if you still like this weird stories you can give feedback I love every each of them!

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[neopuppy]

It’s Yours (M)

Preview: “One of these matches will have to be successful, Jeno.” You encourage him. Picking up a long sleeved top that would hide the iridescent metallic dark green scales trailing up his forearms.

“They always start successful, until.. you know.” Jeno says shyly, changing into the outfit you’ve chosen for his date tonight. Fitting him with a confused look he nods down. Removing his sweats in exchange for a pair of snug fitted leather pants. “Until we start hooking up, and they run off screaming like I’m about to murder them.”

Pairing: snake hybrid Jeno x female rabbit hybrid reader

Word Count: 6k+

Genre: predator/prey AU, “it’s too big” x2, Jeno can’t get laid, some crack, pwp, M/F, idiots to…?, one shot

Smut Warning: two dicks: one snake hybrid, a lengthy split tongue, oral(F receiving), use of snake venom, double penetration, bulging, breeding

When Jeno says he’ll swoop by later to pick you up the last thing you expect is to end up huddled together in a corner the majority of the night.

“You don’t have to stay by my side the whole time you know?” Jeno mutters, disrupting the calm silence you’ve fallen into. Bopping near him to the sounds of top 40 beats thrumming through the walls.

“I know! But we should try to have fun.” You jerk one his arms playfully hoping to receive his charming well recognized eye-smile.

Jeno lets out a drawn out dramatic sigh instead. Cracking his neck side to side to further display exhaustion. “It’s been such a long week.”

“You never told me how your date with that deer girl went last weekend!” Continuing to badger him, you hop on the balls of your feet enthusiastically. Slapping Jeno’s bulging bicep to wake him from his lazy state.

“God, don’t ask.” Jeno grunts, sipping at beer that's gone flat in his cup. “She’s been ignoring my texts for 4 days now. I give up.”

“What??” You squeak, frowning confused. “But she asked you out, I thought!”

“That she did..” Jeno rolls his eyes. Upper lip curling up in a snarl as he focuses on a noisy crowd that’s formed across the room. “Bet that douchebag tiger has never had a bad date in his life.”

Johnny’s surrounded by a group of the hottest prey hybrids on campus. Never one to have any trouble landing the eye of those that should fear him. Despite his sharp smile and intimidating feline features, prey stuck to him like white on rice.

“He’s so popular.” Jeno mumbles. Nursing the red solo cup in his grip for an hour now. Backwashing the stale beer more than actually drinking it.

“What do you mean?” You ask. Unable to stop yourself from pulling a face as you sneak the cup out of his hold. “Stop doing that. It’s gross.”

“Look at him.” Jeno lifts a hand in Johnny’s general direction. The tiger hybrid stands with his arms behind his head. One prey dangling from each of his biceps ‘oooo’ and ‘ahhh’ing. As if this isn’t his go-to trick to perform at every weekend kick back. “He’s like, the most popular predator hybrid in this whole state or something.

Jeno grunts, shaking his head until his flat bangs mingle with his eyelashes. “I can’t even get a date. Meanwhile he’s fully booked into the next century.”

“That’s not true Jeno. Don’t be so dramatic.” You disagree. Leaning past him to reach for the cooler on the floor. Picking up water bottles for the both of you. “You’re a different type of popular. Johnny’s a jock.. of course all the bimbos want him.”

Jeno thanks you for the water, furrowing his brows in thought. “Didn’t you date Johnny Freshman year?”

“Well, yeah! But I am a bimbo!” You exclaim. Ears flopping as you speak up ecstatically. “What Delta Gamma Pi prey hasn’t dated Johnny at this point? He cuts through rushies faster than hazing.”

“What is it you like about him?” Jeno ponders. Glancing over where the tiger hybrid now appears shirtless. Allowing a deer hybrid to trace the lines of abdominal muscles decorating his stomach. “Can’t be his personality. If he even has one.”

“Hey! He’s a sweet and charming himbo. The himbo to my bimbo really.” You sigh. Grimacing as Johnny breaks into body competition poses. “He’s a sweet guy.”

“What about me, am I not a sweet guy?” Jeno asks. Hooking your attention back to him with the question. Two innocent Freshmen prey hybrids pass by, cowering as they nearly bump into him. Apologizing profusely after moving along with speed. “Prey always fears me..”

Jeno isn’t wrong necessarily. Despite the rounded glasses that tend to sit crooked on his face, warm inviting smile, and eyes that could melt frosting on a cake; there was no denying his intimidating outer appearance.

Scales sneaking out past the collar of his shirt fading out just before reaching the hair at his nape. Tongue split down the middle that would poke from between his lips as he’d deeply concentrate.

At times so deep in his thoughts he’d blink suddenly, the whites of his eyes filled with yellow. Irises thinned into slits giving him the full predator appearance. Only realizing when prey would gasp and run away in fear.

There was one more thing snake hybrids had a reputation of. One you yourself could not confirm having never been with a snake hybrid.

“It depends on the prey.” You acknowledge. “They aren’t all going to be like me. Heck even the first time we met I thought you’d have my head for making you late to class.”

Jeno pouts, crushing up the now empty water bottle in his hands. “Am I that scary?”

“No! Not at all!” You’re quick to reassure. Bumping his arm with your shoulder playfully. “You go on so many dates! You’re really well known around campus too. Everyone speaks very highly of your intelligence and hard work ethic.”

“Well known because I’m the guy who always has whatever notes someone missed in lecture more like..” Jeno drags on. “My dates never end well though.”

“Why is that?” You ask. It’s not as if Jeno is difficult to get along with in any way. He carries conversation swimmingly, has an easy going sense of humor, and he’s right. If anyone will be able to cover you missing lecture, it’s him.

“Prey are always eager to..” Jeno drifts. Shifting on his heels nervously. Side-eyeing you cautiously. “Some…some prey, are really excitable.”

Jeno cringes a bit, muttering a ‘sorry’ under his breath to not offend you. It’s not as if rabbit breeds weren’t known to be the easiest of prey to catch. Your kind wasn’t one to hold out when it came to sexual urges.

“Yes yes.” You wave off his apology. “Rabbits and Bunnies are easy and horny. Big shocker there. The phrase ‘fuck like bunnies’ stemmed from somewhere right?”

Jeno visibly swallows his spit with a nod. Tugging the rim on his collar. “Not enough I guess. I can't even get a bunny hybrid to keep interest in me after we start…you know.”

“After you start fucking??” You squak. Jeno bursting into a cute blush, pleading you to shush and keep your voice down.

“It never goes that far..” he pouts again with a sigh. “Some kissing, touching. Then when they start to take off my clothes..”

“Oh come on Jeno, how bad can it be?” You giggle. Leaning closer to him on your toes to swat his cheek with one of your ears. “Trust me, Johnny was no easy obstacle. You’re talking like you have a monster down there.”

“Two.” Jeno says flatly. Avoiding your eyes.

“Two what?” You laugh, slowly calming when his expression does not change.

“I have two monsters down there.” Jeno shrugs. “Whatever Johnny has clearly hasn’t traumatized any prey by just looking at it.”

“Two like..” you mutter. Throat drying up and blinking rapidly to control yourself from scanning lower.

“Two dicks.” Jeno stares at you with a serious look. “Male snake hybrids have two dicks.”

Looking over your surprised reaction with your jaw hung open, Jeno cocks a brow. “What? Don’t believe me? Want to see for yourself?”

“I..” Gulping, you clutch tightly at the water bottle that’s gone warm in your hands.

So it is true, the reputation snake hybrids have precedes them afterall.

You’d seen Jeno shirtless plenty of times after working out together. Scales covered the backsides of his arms, painting from his nape down to the Venus dimples on his defined lower back. Hints of some just past the jut of his hip indentations peaked whenever he’d pull into a deep stretch. What if they reached even lower..

“Is that a yes or a no?” Jeno asks again. Losing your line of sight as the portrait draws out in your thoughts. “Have you ever seen a snake hybrids...”

He trails off, blush rising to the swell beneath his eyes. Lapping his upper lip until it gleams like a glossy coated pout. “Am I too out of line?”

“No no!” Snapping out of it, you slurp the drool that’s reached the corners of your lips. Laughing awkwardly to ease Jeno’s evident embarrassment. “I just…I heard rumors..”

“But you didn’t think it was true, right?” Jeno sounds like he’s heard this spiel more than a few times. “I guess I can see why, the snake hybrid adult video industry is pretty meek considering..”

“I’ve never even considered looking some up honestly.” You admit, chewing on your lower lip. Curiously wavering a look lower. Jeno had on loose fitted black jeans tonight. He never did seem to wear anything too form fitting. “Are you fucking with me?”

Jeno splutters, nearly spilling the new water bottle he’s opened up. Motioning a visual defense with his hands. “Why would I lie about this?”

“Fine.” Clearing your throat confidently, you stand up straight nodding upstairs. Squinting and arching a brow at him. “Let’s find an empty room.”

“Wh-what? Like….l-like really??” Jeno’s eyes bulge wide, stuttering and following after you.

“Oh, now you’re shy huh?? What happened to Mister I have two gigantic dicks!” You advertise too loudly. Further enhancing the pink that transforms to a deep red on the apples of Jeno’s cheeks.

“Ugh, not the rabbit and snake pairing again. Those breeds always fit their stereotypes I swear.” A panda hybrid rolls her eyes snickering as she moves off the wall. Sneering in Jeno’s direction with disgust written over her features.

“And Pandas really fit theirs! LAZY!” You shout after her, balling up your fist ready to hop across the floor and attack. Jeno whines, pulling your back to his chest.

“Can we just get this over with?” Jeno pleads. Failing to calm you with soft palms stroking up and down your arms.

“Ugh, why does everyone think we fuck?!” Kicking open the closests door, you charge inside, throwing yourself down on some stranger's bed. “Can’t predator and prey just be friends??”

“It’s not…very common. I mean, I can’t think of any.” Jeno sits by your side. Feebly picking at his pants feeling nervous as what he just did settles in. Wondering why he even suggested this idea. He couldn’t really blame the beer afterall. You just always had to sound so confident, a little know it all rabbit.

“Well! Get to it!” You groan, reaching for his sleeve to pull on. “Let’s see those big giant scary snake cocks!”

“What’s wrong with you??” Jeno squeals, covering his groin in case you aim there next.

“Ha! I knew it, you’re bluffing! You’re so full of it!” You smirk cockily. Shoving his arm rough enough to have Jeno tipping to the side. Rolling his eyes, he stands up gathering the waistband on his jeans.

“Oh, I’m bluffing?!” Shoving down his jeans and underwear in one-go, Jeno stands up straight. Long shirt hanging over his crotch. He grunts, pulling the material up just beneath his chest. Flexed abdominal muscles in full view leading down to..

“H-holy shit…you have t-two…..you…y-you…” starting to blabber, you cover up your mouth to silently take in the display before you. Jeno wasn’t lying, two dicks, two long thick dicks. Maybe only an inch or so different in size. The smaller of the two less smooth, ridges of scales up and down along the sides spreading out just past the indentations on his hips. “Fuck..you’re not even hard.”

Jeno squirms, stomach muscles contracting as he grows more anxious standing there. “See! I told you.” He huffs annoyed. Releasing his shirt to pull back on his bottoms.

“W-wait…” circling his wrist, you suck down a deep breath. Noticing the lack of difference in the size of your forearm and Jeno’s lengths. “Uh…you know.”

You start to nod sitting up, once again clearing your throat. “I can take you.”

“What did you just say?” Jeno backs up, thankful for the shirt covering his lower half again. Unable to neglect the twitch he feels rise through his cocks at your wandering tantalized gaze.

“You’re the one who said rabbits fuck like wild horny crazed animals!”

“That’s not exactly what I said!” Jeno squawks, pulling the hem of his shirt lower. Hoping the dim lit room is enough to hide the obvious growth beginning to peek through.

“Listen Jeno, I already know your situation, and I trust you!” Chancing a glance down, it’s impossible to not lick your lips taking note of the large tent that’s begun to protrude beneath his shirt. “Why not try with me? If it’s too much for me…we can stop. No pressure?”

“That’s weird!” He frets, turning away trying to hide his evident excitement. Butt cheeks fully out from lowering the front of his shirt too much. “This whole thing is weird!”

“You’ve been hitting the squat rack?” You whistle, flicking one of his firm cheeks.

“Stop objectifying me!” Jeno shrieks, returning to face you. Huffing, he shakes his head removing the now stretched out shirt.

“Wow..You’re…really hard. Like.. both..both of them.” You’re already choked up from the sight of Jeno completely bare. Every scale catches hints of moonlight across his smooth luminous skin. Swallowing dryness away, you reach with both hands eagerly.

“Wait!” He jerks back, strategically holding his hands splayed out just a centimeter away from his lower half. Enough to conceal some of his size. “We should..kiss…I think?”

“Oh my God.. Jeno, are you a virgin?!” You ask, mostly to ease the situation.

“What?!? No!” He snaps quickly. “I’ve slept with plenty of predator hybrids!”

“Oh, yeah no no…I knew that. It’s just so cute to see you like this.” You can’t stifle the giggle that follows, pushing back to rest on your palms you nod toward your lap. “Where do you want me to kiss first?”

Groaning, Jeno rolls his eyes, moving to straddle your lap. “Are you always this crude?”

“We’re pretty much almost always horny. It’s in our nature to mate and breed like.. a lot.” You start to explain, trailing off when one of his dicks presses against your navel. “Breeding huh?”

“Stoppp..” Jeno whines, thankful it’s too dark in the room to pick up on the hot flush that’s spread the entirety of his face. Even if you can’t see it, that doesn’t stop the urge to kiss away the cute mewls slipping from his lips.

It wasn’t uncommon to make the first move, never expecting you’d end up here with your reliable friend who never picked up on flirting. Even when the pretty panther barista would wink and offer him a complimentary coffee ‘on the house’ Jeno never had much of a response aside from ‘thanks’.

Not because he was harboring any type of feelings for a clueless prey who in return never once picked up on his minuscule tactics. Never that.

“Wh-what’re y-you doing?” Jeno mumbles between a soft kiss, gulping after each word.

“Should I kiss your…dicks instead?” You ask coyly, wiggling your brows to further embarrass Jeno. With a click of his tongue, he hoists you by the waist until you’re the one perched on his lap.

“Can’t believe you didn’t believe me.” He frowns, helping you remove the casual loose tunic you’d thrown on earlier. Knowing better than to wear anything too nice to a frat party with drunk attendees ready to ruin clothing left and right.

Spinning around once you’ve stripped down to your underwear, Jeno turns until you’re laid out beneath him. Hovering above your frame enough to look over your exposed skin.

“Can I..” he glances down, eyeing the wet patch that's formed on your underwear. “Need to stretch you out.”

The pointed tips of his tongue poke out suggestively, lowering as he focuses to retain eye contact with you. Fingers gather the sides of your underwear, gently lowering them. His cocks jump, hit first by the strong enticing scent of prey slick. Stronger for predator’s, meant to draw them in and lure them to attack sweet defenseless hybrids.

Jeno places his hands behind your knees, pushing up until your bottoms lifted off the bed. Tongue lolling out like a dog in heat, longer than you could have ever anticipated from any of the times you’ve caught glimpses before. Hunching closer, he takes a deep inhale. Writhing as Jeno full on begins to makeout with your clit. Alternating between sucking with vigor the louder your moans grows, to spitting and rubbing the pads of his fingertips against the right bundle of nerves to make your toes curl.

“Snake venom usually weakens and numbs..” He rasps, tongue lapping between your folds, prodding the tip at your entrance menacingly. “Sometimes it can help, if I use a little. Can I?”

Controlled by the rapid flicks he gives your clit, you nod maniacally. Spit sizzling as it flows down past your labia folds to your entrance, just enough to numb your hole for penetration. Jeno follows in with his tongue, rolling the venom around with thrusts. Mouth and chin dripping in slick that splashes against his lips. Long tongue tickling deeper in with each thrust of his face. Gripping a fistful of your ass as he groans between your thighs, slurping up your arousal between working you up to a dizzying orgasm.

“Fuck! Jeno!” Spasming, you clamp down around his head. The tip of his tongue flicking at your cervix, ripping a squirting climax out of you that dribbles down his neck and chest.

Full of desire, Jeno moves fast, placing you back on his lap. Ass sitting on the larger cock that beats fiercely beneath you. A mixture of growls and whimpers sounds, rubbing the tip of his length against your clit with splashing slick shooting out.

“Can I?” He pants, near begging. Nodding, you dig into his shoulders. Lifted enough for Jeno to find the perfect angle.

“Oh! O-oh! No!” You cry out, unprepared for the sheer size of just the tip. Pausing his movements as he barely breaches your hole. “Oh my G-god…too big! You’re too big!”

“I’m sorry!” Jeno starts to pull away feeling terrible. Kept in place by your arms locked around his shoulders. Dropping your face to his chest, you whimper, shaking your head.

“Just a minute..” whispering, you sigh, reaching between your bodies to wrap around his length. Sliding it back and forth between your folds. The larger squishes between your ass. Slick smoothing the glide of both. Waiting for your go ahead, Jeno tries to press into your tight cunt again, met with resistance and an immediate hiss.

Quick to halt his actions, he realizes it just won’t fit. Watching you endure it while biting down on your tongue to contain a pained cry just wasn’t worth it.

“We s-should stop..” Jeno forces himself to speak. Teeth gritting as you start to move against him. Building a rhythm riding the size of his cocks until they’re covered in wetness.

“Can you cum like this?” You ask, panting against his chin. Jeno nods, seeping his fingers into your sides to assist your working hips.

“Sometimes, just one..” he confesses, growing more quiet with embarrassment.

“I’m sorry Jeno, we can try again..”

“No no!” His head shakes frantically, bucking his hips for you to move faster. “Just use me.. please just use me instead.”

It’s more than enough, the scales on Jeno’s length scrape deliciously along your clit with each slide. Guiding your mouth with his, twisting your tongues together until you reach a fast but much easier finish. Jeno still hard as he lays back. Having to set your lower half away from himself to not burst into tears.

“I’m really really sorry.” Jeno hides his face in the bed. Sighing heavily he sits up to grab his pants. “I’ll drive you back to your dorm.”

“Don’t apologize..” you start, hiding a wince as you sit up. “I really do need to stop believing I can overcome any obstacle, don’t I?”

“Nah..” forcing a smile, Jeno hides his own wince. Already anticipating a long night of jerking off to the now very vivid image of your face taken over with pleasure.

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“Flowers? What’s the occasion?”

Jeno shifts side to side, oddly avoiding eye contact. “I feel bad about the other night. I should have warned you better. No one can ever take my..”

“Ah, Jeno! Don’t make it weird.” Scoffing, you bury your nose into the bouquet of roses. “I’ll accept these, because they’re beautiful. But you did nothing wrong, okay?? I was the one being pushy.”

“You usually are.” Jeno murmurs, jokingly nudging your side when you glare at him. “But I mean, I just felt bad. I kept worrying the rest of the weekend like— Is it going to be awkward between us now? Maybe she’ll hate me! What if I traumatized her?!”

“Why are rabbits pegged as anxious overthinkers when it’s you damn snakes who never know how to chill out?”

“Hey!” Jeno pouts, folding his arms. Scales out on full display today reminding you of what you spent the rest of your weekend doing.

“Actually, I was thinking a lot.” Grabbing your phone, you opt to not mention searching up for inflatable dildos while screaming into your pillow over how stupid you felt. “I made you a profile on predator meets prey!”

“What?!?” Jeno screeches, coming to stop so fast smoke burns beneath the soles of his rubber sneakers. “Why would you do that?!?”

“To get you laid! Obviously!!” You declare, adding a ‘duh’ paired with a sarcastic scoff.

Jeno’s blushing furiously, sporting a jittery smile for the curious stares you’ve gained. Subtly trying to shush you and lead you further down the hall to class.

“God why didn’t anyone ever warn me of what a nuisance you rabbit’s are!” He hisses, lips tight against his teeth. Failing to appear tough with the pink hue that’s taken over his face. “Why are you meddling in my business like this??”

“Hey! Your business is my business now.” Proudly you pump out your chest, pointing a thumb at yourself. “If I can’t take those dicks, I’m gonna find someone who can! You’re gonna be neck deep in hybrid pussy thanks to me.”

Jeno’s forehead thuds down on his desk, surrounded by gasps and sounds of disgusts circling the two of you.

“Look at this saucy little fox I scored you a date with tonight!” Failing to notice Jeno’s current state of misery, you shove into his seat, half positioned on his lap with your phone shoved in his face. “Her name is Ari, she loves long walks in the woods, gathering herbs, and making her own bags of tea.”

“Tonight?! You meddling rabbit!” Jeno’s blaring you with half shut eyes. More cute than he should look with his nose scrunched in irritation. “I can’t tonight!”

“Of course you can, I’m like the only person you hang out with.” Rolling your eyes, you confirm the date for tonight. Showing Jeno where he’d be taking his fox out to eat. “After class I’ll help you pick out what to wear. Who better to help you catch a prey than a prey, am I right?”

“You’re wrong in every way imaginable and I regret the day I agreed to sharing my study space with you.” Jeno mutters flatly.

“Do you mean that??” Tilting your head, you blink dramatically and shove out your lower lip. Making him sigh, adjusting his legs to allow more room for you to sit comfortably.

“What do I say every time?” Jeno says, the same way he always says whenever he’s frustrated with you.

“That meeting me has been the best part of college so far!” You cheer, pecking his warm cheek. He releases a long breath, falling into a smile that hides his eyes completely.

“So…a fox..”

That’s how Jeno finds himself in nothing but his sweats while you pace back and forth in front of his closet.

“We have to take you shopping soon.” You grunt, throwing more plain black tees into the ‘no’ pile. “How many Air Forces do you own?!?”

“…pft….those are my favorite shoes!”

“I’m thinking something that really shows off your physique.” Blowing away your ears and strands of hair that have fallen on your face, you hold up an outfit after searching for 30 minutes. “Form fitting shirt, these leather pants that really hug your long legs!”

Jeno’s cheeks light up instantly, vibrant shades of pink. Rubbing the scales on his forearms to distract himself from overthinking.

“One of these matches will have to be successful, Jeno.” You encourage him. Picking up a long sleeved top that would hide the iridescent metallic dark green scales trailing up his forearm.

“They always start successful, until.. you know.” Jeno says shyly, changing into the outfit you’ve chosen for his date tonight. Fitting him with a confused look he nods down. Removing his sweats in exchange for a pair of snug fitted leather pants. “Until we start hooking up and they run off screaming like I’m about to murder them.”

“That’s not true, I didn’t run off!” You correct him.

Jeno nods, lips pursed together. Turning to fuss with his choppy bright pink hair in the mirror. “You’re kind of the only one who never has though..”

“Have some positivity, I really do think there’s a chance with this fox!”

A chance, a fat chance. Jeno hated to show up groveling on your doorstep at 1am. Immediately digging his face into your shoulder as he began to retell the events of the evening. Another failed date, this one didn’t even make it past some French kissing.

“If it’s not one thing, I guess I should say two, it’s the damn tongue.” He complains, waving a spoon of matcha ice cream. “I sound pathetic.”

“A little.” You joke, feeling a little guilt. Enough to let Jeno scrape the pint of your favorite ice cream clean. The first of many he would empty in the weeks to come.

“We at least made it into bed this time.” He says, licking the back of a wooden spoon you’ve now designated as Jeno’s failed date ice cream spoon. “I do wonder if sheep hybrids ‘baa’ when they..”

Catching your perplexed gaze, Jeno mumbles, waving off his thoughts. “I have dinner with a deer tomorrow.. and then that pretty zebra hybrid this weekend.”

“Maybe they do ‘baa’..” you start, earning a confused look from your friend. “Sometimes, when it’s really..”

“Hmm?” He pipes in for you to go on. It’s not as if you’d stopped replaying the memory of his girth sliding between your folds and ass at the same time. Glowing in the dark room like an oil painting.

“When my orgasms really, like really really good..” moving back, you lift your foot to show him exactly what you mean. “I thump.”

“That’s..” Jeno coughs, ducking to hide the blush rising up to his nose. “That’s..”

“I have to stop oversharing too huh?” You shrug, a little embarrassed.

Jeno wants to agree, but he can’t when he knows that the idea of you reaching peak orgasm will help him through his shower later. Sulking after mooching off your ice cream that always seemed to be fully stocked when he stopped by after another failure. Showers had turned into long water wasting sessions, heading to bed with pruney fingertips and cum washed down the drain along with his chances of getting laid.

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“That was date number 12. I think I need a break.” Jeno’s neck loosens, nearly dangling his head off the back of your couch. His hairs faded to a light peachy tone now, black roots grown in an inch. Leather jacket thrown on the arm of the couch as he plopped down ready to ask for his ice cream. “My wallet needs a break too actually.”

“Jeno..” swallowing, you sit back on the backs of your calves. “Why don’t we try again?”

“Huh? Try what?” He turns lazily, cocking a brow. Noting you’re more dressed up than usual today, usually in your pajamas or robe ready for bed by the time he shows up.

“Try, like…like us.” You squirm. Opening and closing your text messages with your friend for the last few hours. He’d begun to send mirror photos in seek of outfit approval. Changing out of a snug fit turtleneck to a low cut black V neck that showed his ample chest off nicely. Maybe too nice as you couldn’t resist zooming in to look over the defined pectoral muscles on display.

“Like us?” He asks, turning just slightly. Chest squished down the center at this angle.

“Like…as in….we should…let’s have sex!” You shout leaving Jeno with his jaw hanging open.

“What?!? W-Why?”

“What do you mean why? Because I like you! You…you..you…dumbass!” You frown, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Wha— since when?!” Jeno’s flabbergasted, sitting up and pulling on tuffs of his bleached hair. Thinking out loud as he goes on. “But…I liked you first! I’ve always liked you! I was supposed to tell you first!! Hey! Don’t call me a dumbass!”

“Well, you didn’t.” Blowing at one of your ears annoyed, you fix him with a weak glare. “Have to do everything myself around here, even make sure you get to cum.”

Before he can start another blubbering tirade you make to move, throwing a leg over his hips to mount him. Lips crashing together mid-stuttered out speech. Making Jeno’s weight fall boneless beneath you, sinking deeper against the couch cushions as he relaxes. The split of his tongue rolls past yours, slipping up the sides to the back of your throat.

“Ar-are y-you..” he tries to confirm you’re not just in heat, knowing your schedule by now and that your next shouldn’t be for at least a few weeks.

“Shh..” between a mountain of layered kisses leaving Jeno’s lips pink and swollen, you nod. Scooping his face in your hands to keep his neck tilted back just enough to battle with his tongue. Finally calming him enough with an expert suck around his tongue. Slowly pulling back for him to feel the tightness of your lips pulling around him.

Wantonly he moans, confidently wrapping your waist to plant your bottom right against where his jeans have begun to protrude. Pushing your thighs down to meet the size permeating.

“Won’t you let me take care of you?” You coo, licking his earlobe. Emphasizing the question with a roll of your hips that has one of Jeno’s cocks digging deep into your underwear. He gazes up, already appearing lost in a daze, nodding furiously.

“Please..please.” Jeno begs, he begs. Licking at his upper lip with thirst.

You can’t resist smearing the spit on his lips with another kiss. Sharing heated gusts of breath between panting and grinding together. Jeno fully hard now, whimpering louder the more you bounce your ass down against him.

That’s how you end up on your bed continuing to explore each other’s mouths, three fingers knuckle deep thrusting in and out of your core.

“Jeno, I’m ready. I promise.” You clasp his wrist to stop his movements. Nearing the point of your climax the longer he works you up, scissoring long digits through the unyielding slick that puddles under your ass. Not mentioning the preparation you’ve put in since the last time to ensure you can take him.

“No.. won’t fit, have to..” he anguishes, nose scrunched. Thumbing faster at your clit, pressing over and over again on the same spot whenever you can’t hold back another moan.

“Trust me, I can do it.” You confirm with more kisses, twitching up under the weight of his palm pressed on your mound. “Wanna feel you.”

Jeno seems reluctant, chewing his lower lip in thought. Indulging in the softness you dab across his chin and jaw.

“Don’t..don’t lie for my sake yeah? I can..jerk off again.” With a gulp he sits up to remove the rest of his clothes. Taking a deep breath in as he slides off his briefs.

“I can take both..” you nod rapidly, sliding your fingers around your tongue to collect a wad of spit. Reaching down to spread your entrance open more, it’s hard enough with the amount of slick that’s continuously pouring from your hole. Pulsing around nothing as you watch worry etch across Jeno’s handsome features.

“Don’t wanna hurt you, last time..” he mumbles off. Securely gripping around the base of his cocks to cool the urgent need to fuck you full.

“Jeno, please, I want both.” Grabbing onto his hips, you pull him close until your bodies are flush together. “Want you to feel good, cum inside of me. Can’t take it anymore, I need you.”

“Fuck..” he croons, larger cock gliding through your folds coated in slick. “S-sure? A-are you sure?”

“Please! Give me!” Kicking your feet, you lift up to smack his ass with your foot. Accidentally angling your hips higher enough for the tip of Jeno’s length to catch on your entrance. The two of you hissing in surprise, quickly he squeezes around both with one fist to a painful point.

He starts to nod rapidly, eyes locked on your glistening pelvis. Circling the tips of his lengths together until they gleam covered in absurd amounts of slick.

Jeno clamps down on his lengths pushing the tips past your tight heat. Sliding in easier with the arousal dripping out. Biting down a cry painfully until his lower lip tears, he checks in. Panting and asking if you’re okay, met with nothing but silent overwhelmed nods. It’s maddening how full you feel. The larger cock pushing down enhancing the stretch against your ass. The scales forcing shivers to erupt with each indescribable scratch against your walls. A new high you’ve never felt before, taking over the little coherency left.

“Fuck..I’m..” Jeno grits, breathing harshly as he stares between your bodies. Ready to pass out just from the visual of your cunt filled with both of his dicks. One swirl of his hips finds the right angle, burying in deep to the hilt with a painful groan. “S-so tight. Ughh.”

Your neck aches, lifted watching the tip of one cock pushing at the skin under your belly button. Stuffed to the brim full of throbbing cocks, pumping in and out to the point of mind blanking insanity.

“Feel me?” Jeno asks, pushing down on the expanse of your abdomen, causing a noisy crying moan from your mouth. “Good? Feel good? You feel so good for me.”

“Yes yes yes!” You whine, reaching down to squeeze around Jeno’s cock. Stroking your stomach up and down over his moving length to jerk him off somehow. Enough to have Jeno’s head falling forward with his mouth hung open letting out muted screams. Thrusting in slow and deep consumed by the wet slick heat trickling down past his balls, your palm cocooned around his tip. Cocks squished together more and more as you roughly convulse around him.

He can’t hold back as you start to clench down, crying out with every bumpy scale knocking against your nerves more delectably with each thrust. Stretched more than ever, crazed by the tip of his lengths meeting your cervix with pounding kisses. Better than any dick you’ve taken…times two.

“Jeno Jeno..” you wail, arching up by your neck. A strong grip lands on your shoulders to hold you in place for extra leverage. Jeno chases after release faster the more you close up around him. Throbbing through each ridge up his spine down to the area between his thighs. The pleasure exploding throughout his body stronger than any he’s ever felt. Pushing his orgasm to rise faster than normal.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck fuck.” Tremors shake between the both of you inside out.

“Cumming, gimme cum please!” You jerk up the bed, grabbing onto his muscular waist, nodding and shouting for him to cum like a broken record.

“It’s all for you.” His hips collide at high speed against yours. Sounding out noisy and wet every time your skin rubs together. Grunting raspy broken moans in time with his thrusts. “All of it..it’s yours. You, only you.”

It’s impossible to understand anything he’s saying beyond the static that’s filled your mind. Foot slamming down on your bed with hard thumps. Slick gushes out around him upon your release, too plugged with no way out. Squirting around his lengths aggressively as your entire body convulses.

Jeno’s head spins, struggling to penetrate past your walls clamping down on his girths. Mewling in near anguish from the sudden relief drowning out of him. He thrusts once, twice, falling to a slow pointed grind.

“Thank you, thank you.” Biting down on his lip, Jeno whimpers, repeating a chant of gratitude as his eyes water up. Bodily stinging as cum shoots out heavily, sucking his stomach in to the point of empty. Collapsing down drooling on your shoulder to suppress a cry, he continues to spew on. “Thank you, thank you. Ah fuck, thank you.”

You have to clamp your lips shut to keep in a chuckle, not wanting to ruin the moment. A serene sensation passes from Jeno, weightless as he catches his breath on top of you. Lifting his neck to kiss up your jaw gently.

“Not yet..” you whisper, circling his trim waist with both arms to stay in place. Jeno shifting just enough to stir a warmth in your stomach.

“Hey your..” he starts smiling, raspy as he turns to speak against the column of your throat. “Your foot was..”

“You thanked me for letting you cum.” You interrupt, holding back a yawn. Jeno hides further between your neck and shoulder muffling his groan, close enough to kiss the crown of his head. “You’re welcome by the way.”

@seuomo @unknown5tar @sunoosi @ahsshilee @jenoslutie @nc-teen @if-i-like-i-reblog @nohyuckieduckie @xxhoseoksie @kimsaerom @eleven23

[domjaehyun]

SURE THING (L.DH)

pairing. haechan x fem!reader

genre. smut…that’s it

word count. 11k

contents & warnings. drug use (weed) mentioned; reader partakes, oral (receiving), unprotected sex, fingering (receiving), mild dacryphilia, hair pulling (giving, receiving)

notes. this is the first time in maybe ever that i’ve (1) written a fic in chronological order (2) finished a fic this long this quickly. this may actually be a record for me! anyway, this fic is inspired by the following song lyrics!

girl, i love it when we high. do it turn you on, shawty? tell me if i’m wrong. i can see it in your eyes when you’re high that you feelin’ my vibes, baby, you ain’t gotta lie. i been waiting all day to get high with you, shawty, you know you my boo, i got all this weed for you, girl, let’s get high tonight, shawty, let’s get high, shawty. (high - pnb rock & dj luke nasty)

even when the sky comes fallin’, even when the sun don’t shine, i got faith in you and i; just put your pretty little hand in mine. (sure thing - miguel)

“Hey!” Jaemin greets you when he opens the front door to see you standing there patiently. He ushers you in, and not a moment too soon, because the shorts and blouse you chose to wear are definitely a flattering outfit, but maybe not the most sensible considering it’s almost midnight and there’s no sun to provide any warmth to your bare legs and slightly exposed midriff. “Did you seriously not wear a coat?”

“Yeah, I know, don’t tell Jeno.” You mumble, rubbing your arms to give yourself some warmth through the friction. “Thought I’d make it for the brief little walk from my house to Jeno’s.” You’re well aware that Jeno fusses over you not entirely unlike a mother, scolding you for your (many) bad choices and worrying over you. You weren’t fully thinking about wearing a coat when you were getting ready, and by the time you realized you’d left it at home, you were too far in your journey to consider turning back.

“You and I both know Jeno isn’t who you have to worry about,” Jaemin chuckles as he heads towards the kitchen with you on his heels. The further into the house you go, the more aware you become of your surroundings, the smoke swirling in the air from blunts, bongs, and bowls alike creating a fog that makes itself more prevalent in the light, and the smell of weed is strong—like, knock-you-off-your-damn-feet strong. 

“Is he here?” You ask, voice lowered surreptitiously as you approach the topic of the unnamed person you may or may not have come to see.

“Of course he’s here,” Jaemin snorts, moving to open the fridge and pulling out a can of soda. “He knew there was a chance you were coming.”

“Shut up,” You finally manage to mumble, shoving his shoulder and leaning your backside against the island countertop so you can maintain your glare in Jaemin’s direction.

“You know it’s true.” Jaemin teases, and you mumble bitterly under your breath, fidgeting with various aspects of your appearance until Jaemin swats at your hands. “Will you stop? You already look good, I promise!” 

“You know it’s true.” Jaemin teases, and you mumble bitterly under your breath, fidgeting with various aspects of your appearance until Jaemin swats at your hands. “Will you stop? You already look good, I promise!” 

“Not like I did this for you, anyway,” You huff, stilling after the words leave your mouth and meeting Jaemin’s smug gaze with a sheepish expression. “Shit.” You mutter, turning away from him and placing your palms on the countertop, the cool surface calming your nerves slightly. 

“Who’d you do it for, then?” Jaemin presses, and you shake your head vehemently, a small whine escaping you when he walks around to the other side of the island and mirrors your stance, now staring dead at your face. Even averting your gaze does nothing to protect you from his scrutiny, and you whine louder, even stomping your foot slightly. “Did you just stomp your foot?” He asks in amused disbelief, and you suck your teeth, glaring at him and looking away again. 

If you were watching Jaemin, you would have caught on when Jaemin’s eyebrows lifted in intrigue, eyes locked on something behind you, and a devilish little smile started to grow on his face. You don’t even notice as Jaemin looks over your shoulder repeatedly, your mind too caught up in trying to save face.

It’s when a warmth presses against your back and a hand appears from behind you and places itself beside your hand on the counter that you realize Jaemin was looking at something—or, you think as the presence behind you lets out a familiar chuckle, someone.

Haechan’s free hand tickles across the back of your thighs, only satisfied when you squirm slightly, and continues up to rest just under the hem of your shorts, fingers ghosting along the closest patch of skin to your ass that Haechan can get away with touching. His physical attention only lasts for a moment, his hand stilling when you look behind you and lock eyes with him. He’s as devastatingly attractive as always, dark hair messily tousled off of his forehead and revealing his eyebrows, which he wiggles at you in a flirtatious greeting, the corner of his mouth curling upwards into a crooked grin. 

“Hi,” You greet him quietly, mirroring his smile, and he moves his hand from not-quite-your-ass and shifts beside you to mirror your position.

“Hey,” He replies in kind, eyes shamelessly scanning your body and lingering in a way that makes the chill of the night air you braved all worth it. “You come alone?”

“Yeah.” You answer, tossing a glance in Jaemin’s direction to see that he’s nowhere to be found. “It’s a short commute.”

“That’s not safe,” Haechan points out, and you hum in acknowledgement. “Let me know next time, and I’ll come get you.”

“Well, aren’t you sweet?” You chuckle with a teasing lilt, and Haechan snickers.

“As sugar,” He answers, grinning cheekily.

“Oh! That reminds me,” You say with a start, turning slightly to face him. “Do you have edibles?” You bat your lashes at him as prettily as you can, and he raises an eyebrow, laughing quietly to himself.

“Of course I do,” He answers you with an assuring smile.

“Do you have the gummy ones?” You ask, and he chuckles, reaching into his back pocket and pulling out something that crinkles familiarly, your eyes lighting up as you reach for his emerging hand. 

“Anything for my girl.” He hums, and your eyes roll back into your head as you groan quietly in delight—you’re reacting to the affectionate term, but thankfully have something to mask it with—and take the proffered gummy from his hand, popping it into your mouth. The odd little aftertaste of the gummy is your indicator that there isn’t just sugar in the treat, and it fades away as you chew, only the sweetness lingering on your tongue once you’ve swallowed.

“I like that,” You muse, and he hums in question. “‘Anything for my girl,’” You mimic his voice, and he laughs openly at that, eyes twinkling with mirth when they refocus on you.

“Is that really what I sound like?” He asks, amused, and you shake your head.

“Nope—I promise you sound much hotter than that.” You assure him, and his eyebrows raise, eyes widening slightly in an impressed expression.

“Oh, really?” He presses, and you nod, smiling.

“Your voice is so hot,” You confess, blinking heavy-lidded eyes at him as he raises an eyebrow at you. “Especially when it’s all low and croaky after you smoke and shit.”

“Mhm?” Haechan leans closer to you, moving the hand closest to you to the other side of you, trapping you in his embrace.

“Yeah,” You sigh, the word coming out a bit more dreamily than you would have liked as you lean back somewhat so your back is to his chest and turn to look at him. “You could probably make me do anything when you talk like that.”

“Oh, yeah?” He murmurs, leaning over so his lips are right by your ear. “Mm…take your shirt off.” He purrs, a teasing cadence to his voice, and a snort escapes you before you can stop it. “Kidding,” He chuckles, and your amusement bubbles over as you reach a hand up to cover your mouth to contain the laughter that spills out.

“You play too much,” You chuckle, shaking your head, and he scrunches his face up in disdain.

“I play just enough,” He counters and you turn all the way around to face him so he gets the full view of your very deliberate eye roll. He chuckles and steps closer to you, hands moving to rest on either side of you but significantly closer, deliberately not casual at this point. “When are you gonna come visit me, hm?” His voice softens to a murmur as he leans in closer to you, the warmth of his breath fanning over your cheek before his lips are grazing your earlobe and his cheek brushes up against yours. “Let me smoke you out.”

“You know I’m more of an—”

“Edibles girl,” Haechan finishes with you, smiling. “All the more reason to come visit me. You can either get your little gummy high,” He teases with an audible grin, “or you can smoke and try new things,” Haechan finishes, pulling back to look you directly in the eyes, and you have a feeling he might not be talking about the weed anymore. “It’s a whole different kind of high, angel.” His eyes are trained unwaveringly on yours, unnerving you so deeply that you have to start manually reminding yourself to blink. “I won’t even laugh if you cough and splutter.” He raises one hand up and nods with an air of solemnity and you huff, pushing his chest with a finger. He beams at you and places his hand back on the counter, caging you in once more.

“I know how to smoke, Haechan,” You inform him. “I just don’t like it as much.”

“When have you ever smoked, angel?” He’s eying you with a skeptical half-smile, and you narrow your eyes at him playfully, your lips quivering as you attempt to contain your smile.

“I smoked before I met you. I smoked the day that I met you, actually.” You point out, and his brows furrow thoughtfully as he thinks back. “I haven’t always had a hot guy magically appearing wherever I go with gummy edibles, you know.” You tease, and, by the way his body tenses, you’re pretty sure the compliment wasn’t lost on him.

“Did you just call me hot?” Haechan asks carefully.

“I dunno,” You reply nonchalantly, shrugging and looking away, your lips winning as they stretch into a smile. “That was so long ago, I don’t remember. I live in the now.” Haechan doesn’t say anything for a confusingly long time, so you look back to him to see that he’s watching you with an intent, amused stare, one not unlike a lion watching a gazelle, and if looks could talk, you feel like his would say, “I can’t wait to get you alone.”

“It’s rude to stare,” You quietly scold him in a playful cadence, and he shrugs, gaze unwavering.

“I’m not sorry.”

“You’re wicked.” You huff out an incredulous laugh, and he grins.

“I am,” He agrees. “What would you say if I asked you to come with me somewhere?”

“I would say that I’ve seen stuff like this on Dateline and 48 Hours.” You joke, and he exhales sharply in amusement, clearly not expecting you to say anything of the sort. “Kidding,” You smile widely, and he looks at you, tongue peeking out to wet his lips slowly. “I’d ask where we’re going.”

“I need a new lighter,” Haechan replies, pulling out his old one and trying to turn it on several times to no avail. You look upward, feigning a thoughtful expression, and he groans, laughing as he pushes off the counter entirely and takes your hand in his free one. “Come on, pretty,” He purrs. “How about a little midnight adventure?”

“…Fine.” You decide finally, and he grins widely, squeezing your hand briefly before he starts to tug you after him, only to stop when he realizes that you’re not moving. “I’m only going because I want gummy sharks.” You inform him matter-of-factly, and he laughs, nodding. 

“Noted.”

“You should know better than to go out this late with no coat.” Haechan grouches, shrugging off his jacket and draping it over your shoulders.

“And they say chivalry is dead.” You push your arms through the sleeves and you two keep walking to the convenience store. 

“What do you mean?” Haechan chuckles.

“Well, first you offered to drive me to Jeno’s,” You explain, “then you brought the gummy edibles you know I like; now you’re giving me your jacket—you’re a real gentleman, huh?”

“Ah, I wouldn’t say that, really.” Haechan sounds somewhat like he’s up to something, and you cast him a suspicious sideways glance. The small smirk on his face as he meets your gaze levelly reveals nothing, and you huff softly.

“Why not?”

“There’s actually something in it for me.” He explains, and you squint in confusion.

“What’s that?” You ask curiously.

“I get to show off to people just how good you look in my jacket.” He answers with a grin, and you can’t hide the smile that pulls at the corners of your mouth.

“Oh, yeah? And ‘just how good’ do I look, Haechan?” You ask, and he chuckles, the sound a little darker than you’re used to it being, and the shift sends a thrill of excitement down your spine.

“Too good for your own good,” He replies, that same little edge to his voice that has piqued the interest of something in your subconscious. “Now, I want you to take my jacket off.”

“Take it off?” You cock your head to the side, confused.

“Take my jacket off…among…other things…” Haechan muses, and realization, giddiness, and nervousness crash over you like waves as Haechan slowly and deliberately moves towards you and backs you up against a random building.

“Oh,” You breathe, your chest tightening as you look anywhere but at him, his dark stare too intent for you.

“Oh,” Haechan chuckles as he mocks your tone. One hand leaves the exterior of the building behind you and drops down to toy with the hem of your shorts but not before grazing the peek of skin revealed by your blouse. “Look so pretty tonight, angel.”

“Thanks,” You mumble, your mouth and throat feeling dry for entirely weed-unrelated reasons. 

“Did you get all dressed up for me tonight?” Haechan leans forward to nose at your jaw, tilting your head away from him to give himself access to your neck. It feels like time slows to a stop as he exhales against your skin, goosebumps rising virtually everywhere else, and he presses forward into you ever so slightly. Haechan dawdles around actually pressing his lips to your neck, grazing one or both of his lips against the skin, nuzzling it with the tip of his nose, and you’re about to ask what in the hell he’s waiting for, when you remember that he asked you a question and realize he’s waiting for your answer.

“Yes,” You exhale in a large breath you’d been holding, and Haechan hums in satisfaction, leaning forward and pressing his lips to your neck in a lingering kiss that has desire spreading through you like wildfire, your fingers curling in excitement.

“Mm, how lucky am I, hm? The prettiest girl at that whole party got all cute and dressed up for me.” He coos, words hot against your neck as he alternates between speaking and pressing slow, languid kisses to the skin. “Makes me feel special.” 

“You are special,” You say honestly, thanking the powers that be that your reply sounded more casual than simpering.

“Oh, you’re so sweet, angel.” He murmurs against your skin. His tongue slowly traces a stripe up your neck and your breath hitches in surprise, your hand flying up to loosely grab onto his shirt, your fist uselessly clutching the fabric that’s supposed to be covering his chest. “So sweet,” He repeats, and you practically shudder in delight. “I’m special?” Haechan asks with a lopsided grin, lifting his head so you two are face-to-face and his gaze drops from your eyes to your lips almost immediately as the smile starts to fade from his face. 

“Yeah,” Your voice is barely above a hushed murmur, but the stillness of the night around you carries your voice just to where it needs to be.

“How special?” Haechan urges, his tone playful, challenging, and devilish all at once.

“H-How—huh?” You ask, thrown off by the question.

“How special am I, angel?” Your lips are practically touching, but Haechan somehow manages to manipulate the space between you two and stretch it even more. His other hand drops off of the wall to wind his arm around your waist, the following tug from him that sends you tumbling forward into his chest eliciting a gasp from you. “Hm?”

You can barely open your eyes, lids heavy with desire, but you can tell one thing: Haechan is about to kiss you.

His lips slowly tease yours apart, his grip around your waist tightens, and Haechan lets out a soft little groan of “Finally,” before connecting your mouths. Your lips are connected for what must be four very blissful seconds, and you’re just about to start committing this to memory when a loud whooping noise from across the street startles you so much that you almost bite down on Haechan’s lip. Haechan sighs deeply, his head dropping down in frustration for a moment before he turns to look at the culprit, which appears to be a random guy in a group of people all walking down the street together.

“Ah, don’t stop now!” The guy calls out encouragingly, and you can hear the slur in his voice telling you that you’re all some sort of not-sober, but you just picked different poisons. You and Haechan don’t acknowledge the last comment from the intoxicated stranger, both of you laughing it off as he slowly unwinds himself from you, letting you straighten yourself out before you two finish out the trek to the convenience store.

As you reach the storefront, Haechan opens the door and holds it for you, following after you. In contrast to the dark of the night sky, the harsh bright white lighting of the convenience store makes you squint slightly upon entering, barely making out the figure of the present worker enough to shoot her a friendly wave and greeting.

She returns your greeting kindly, but when your vision finally adjusts to the store’s lighting, you can see that she only has eyes for Haechan, following his every move around the store like a hawk. You know that look. You give him that look. 

She wants him and, honestly, you can’t blame her—Haechan manages to make even looking at different lighters a deeply attractive action. 

“Can I help you find anything?” The cashier asks, and you turn to pipe up that you’re fine when you realize that the question wasn’t even directed at you, her eyes still trained on an oblivious Haechan.

“I’m good, thanks,” Haechan mumbles distractedly.

“Okay! Let me know,” She offers, and you huff quietly to yourself. 

“‘Let me know,’” You mock the worker’s voice under your breath, making some accompanying teasing faces to yourself. “Didn’t even ask if I needed help finding anything.” You grouch. “I would’ve said yes, too, because I can’t even find the goddamn gummy sharks—oh, here they are.”

You’re so engrossed in your thoughts and your hunt for all the gummies and snacks your heart desires that you don’t notice Haechan approaching you until his breath is against the back of your neck and you jolt violently, whipping your head around to glare at a mischievously grinning Haechan. 

“Don’t mind me.” He raises his hands as if to show his harmlessness, and you narrow your eyes at him suspiciously before turning back to your task at hand. He follows your every move as if he just got the job of your personal shadow as you walk along the aisle, compiling gummy snack after snack and his constant, literal breathing down your neck occasionally tickles you into letting out a giggle, only spurring him on further.

“Did you get your gummy sharks?” He asks, amused, and you spare him a glance over your shoulder. 

“Of course I got my gummy sharks.” You scoff lightheartedly, and he grins, nodding in approval.

“Good girl,” He murmurs suggestively in your ear, moving just out of your reach when you move to swat him in surprise.

When you’re satisfied with the inventory of snacks you’ve gathered, you head over to the register and place the almost mountainous pile of snacks on the counter with a sheepish smile.

“Will this be all?” The worker asks politely, and you nod, barely noticing her attention shifting to behind you before Haechan is standing right beside you, placing his lighter and a bottle of soda with your pile of snacks and handing the cashier his card without a word to you.

“Wh–Haechan!” You exclaim, looking at him incredulously as he turns to look at you, meeting your gaze calmly with an eyebrow raised inquisitively. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“I know. I wanted to.” Haechan answers simply, shrugging as he takes the bag the cashier prepared for you both.

“If I’d known you were gonna do that, I would’ve gotten way less stuff.” You frown, and he coos sympathetically.

“It’s okay; you can just make it up to me someday.” He says with a devilish grin, and you swallow thickly.

“That makes me nervous.” You mumble, and Haechan chuckles, leaning closer to your ear.

“I like you nervous,” He admits in a low murmur, and you make an affronted noise. “It’s cute.”

“Have a nice night,” You both say to the cashier, but she’s only looking at Haechan, making irritation bubble up inside of you.

“You too,” She says to you absentmindedly before refocusing her attention on Haechan. “What’s your name?” Her tone seems to have changed entirely from the professional, “customer service” voice she was using with you to a more playful, lilting, flirtatious one with Haechan.

“Haechan,” He answers with a smile, slightly distracted as he fishes through the bag for the lighter he just purchased.

“Have a good night, Haechan.” She gives him a simpering smile, and you fight the urge to scowl. Surely you don’t look this pathetic when you look at him, right? 

“Thank you…Lily.” He smiles as he leans in to read her name tag, and you can see the excitement wash over her, your irritation only building, now directed at Haechan for either not realizing he’s being flirted with or for flirting back. 

You take the bag from his hand and shoot the cashier a tight-lipped smile as you exit the store, Haechan right behind you.

As Haechan lights up a joint he pulled from who knows where, you rummage through the bag for a pack of gummy sharks, opening them immediately upon finding them and putting one in your mouth, chewing grumpily. 

“You ready?” Haechan asks, and you nod, barely looking at him. As you two start walking, he offers you the joint which you accept begrudgingly, figuring your high needs a little jumpstart. 

“Look at you, branching out,” Haechan chuckles, and you shoot him a side-eyed glance, not in the mood for joking around with him. 

You take two pulls of the joint and hold each one in until you feel that dull ache in the back of your throat before exhaling slowly. Not before long, the effects seem to have started already, the joint mixing in with the gradually-taking-effect edible as a serenity overtakes your mind, a dopey little smile coming to your face. 

When you go to hand the joint back, you look at Haechan and are reminded all over again of the petty little reason you’re upset with him, the irritation not as strong now that the weed’s more in your system, the feeling having morphed into a more petulant annoyance. You two walk in silence before you hear a small chuckle that warrants a sideways look at your walking companion, granting you with the knowledge that Haechan is looking directly at you, studying your features with a sort of calm amusement.

“Look somewhere else.” You grouch, and Haechan snickers around the joint, smoke coming out of his nose briefly before he composes himself and exhales fully.

“And where did this little attitude come from, hm?” Haechan asks lightheartedly, and your brows furrow in aggravation.

“Oh, I don’t know,” You counter with a pointed huff. “Maybe I picked it up at the convenience store while you and the cashier—I believe her name was Lily—were flirting and exchanging names and shit.” The laugh Haechan lets out startles you and you glare at him petulantly. “What’s so funny?”

“I wasn’t flirting,” Haechan explains to you as calmly as he can, “I was being friendly.” His words comfort you somewhat before—“I think it’s cute that you’re jealous, though.”

“I–what? Jealous? I’m not jealous!” You exclaim defensively, far too vehemently to be even remotely convincing.

“Mm, yeah, sure.” He chuckles. “C’mere.” He wraps an arm around your waist, grabbing you firmly as he pulls you closer into his side. “Why are you jealous, angel? You know, I’d literally make out with you in front of her if that’ll help.”

“Haechan, shut up.” You can’t help but laugh at the notion, only spurring him on further.

“I’m serious; we can go back right now.” Haechan offers, and you roll your eyes, now feeling significantly better.

“It’s fine,” You insist.

“Good. Does that mean you’ll stop sulking, as cute as it was to witness?” He asks, and you frown one more time for good measure before letting your features relax. “Good,” He praises you, albeit a bit patronizingly, as you two approach Jeno’s doorstep once more. He knocks and the door opens almost immediately, Haechan catching it and jerking his chin towards the inside of the house as he tells you to enter first. “It’s a bit of a shame though,” He says as you pass by him, and you look at him curiously. “I almost got the chance to kiss you until that pretty little pout went away.” He muses thoughtfully, and your breath catches in your throat, all banter dying on your tongue as your mind is flooded with thoughts of Haechan kissing you, the way his lips felt earlier for those four blissful seconds, how firm his grip around your waist was—

“What?” Haechan asks with a growing grin as he shuts the door behind himself and locks it. “No witty remark from my girl? Nothing clever to come back with?” He’s teasing you and if you had your wits more about you, you’d be able to handle it, but your mind is otherwise occupied.

“Shut up.” You huff, turning your nose up and walking further into the house, making a beeline for the kitchen to grab a cup of water or something to calm your nerves. When you get to the kitchen, you realize a bit belatedly that Haechan isn’t still with you, an exhale of both relief and disappointment leaving you as you realize he must have gotten pulled away by a friend of his or something. 

You lean your back against the fridge and close your eyes, breathing in deeply as you try to make sense of your feelings and your high, your mind a bit fuzzy as you wrap your head around everything that’s occurred. Your moment of tranquility doesn’t last long; your name is called, just loudly enough to be heard amidst the music and people talking, and sternly enough that you know exactly who the voice belongs to.

“Is that all you wore to this? That’s not even your jacket, it’s Haechan’s—are you telling me you didn’t bring a jacket?” Jeno is in front of you in what feels like an instant, the blond male staring you down in both concern and disapproval.

“Oh, boy,” You heave a heavy sigh as Jeno prepares to launch into his rant about infectious illnesses and the importance of dressing for the weather.

After a while of wandering around the party, catching up with some people you haven’t seen in a while, and talking to some friends you run into, you find yourself walking to Jeno’s back door and exiting into his backyard, needing a break from the smoke clouds and stifling weed smell. You’ve barely set both soles on the wooden back porch when you catch sight of the only other person outside with, apparently, the same idea as you, and your heart skips a beat as the person’s features become more prominent as your eyes adjust to the new lighting.

“Haechan?” You ask, thankfully concealing the swell of hope and excitement in your chest, and he turns around, gaze falling on you and his lips quirking up into a grin.

“Well, well, well.” Haechan drags the syllables out as you walk over to where he’s standing, his hands resting on the railing. “What a sight for sore eyes.”

“What are you doing out here by yourself?" You ask curiously, mirroring his position and facing out into Jeno’s mostly empty backyard, and Haechan turns his head to the side to look at you, his crooked smile never leaving his face.

"Waiting for you to follow me." He answers, and you scoff in amused disbelief, nudging him with your shoulder.

“How was I supposed to know where you went?" You question, confusion pushing to the forefront of your thoughts and emotions. Haechan looks at you with a patronizing lifting of his eyebrows and gestures towards himself pointedly.

"You found me, didn't you?"

You exhale loudly in amusement and roll your eyes, a laugh escaping you as you ask, “I’m serious! What brought you out here, for real?”

“I don't really know…” Haechan muses thoughtfully, his expression pensive. “What about you? Maybe your answer will inspire me.” He says jokingly, and you shrug, fingers distractedly running over the wooden railing and feeling all the different smooth and rough textures, your index finger thoughtfully tracing around a small piece of wood that sticks up, almost having given you a splinter.

“I guess I got bored and started wandering around and, well–here I am." You answer, and Haechan grins widely at you, leaning forward so he’s invading your personal space, his face directly in front of yours.

“Aww, did you miss me?” He asks teasingly, and you groan, rolling your eyes.

Yes. “No.”

“Mm, I don’t believe you.”

Good; you shouldn’t. “Well, you should.”

“That hurts, angel,” He feigns a hurt look, and you laugh as he clutches his chest and winces. “I thought I was special.” His word choice is nothing short of intentional, and your mind flashes back, yet again, to the moment you two shared earlier on the way to the convenience store.

“God, you know, you're lucky you're cute." You huff thoughtlessly, barely able to keep an annoyed expression in favor of the smile that keeps threatening to peek out, and you promptly freeze after you’ve spoken, eyes wide. 

Maybe he didn’t hear anything.

You look to your side to see Haechan staring directly at you with his eyebrows raised and a growing smirk.

"I’m sorry, what was that you said?" Haechan asks, tone laden with intrigue, and you swallow, plucking the could-have-been splinter from the railing and flicking it over the edge.

“…Nothing?" You try hopefully, and Haechan shakes his head.

“Nope.” 

“Haechan, I’m too sober for this,” You complain, and he hums in acknowledgement.

“Your high fading?” He questions, and nods in understanding at your hum of assent. ”I got you. Come with me.” Haechan’s fingers loop around your wrist and he starts to lead you back into the house party, stopping and looking back when he realizes you’re not moving for the second time tonight.

“We just got back!” You point out with a small laugh, and he shrugs dismissively, stepping closer to you. (His hand slips down from your wrist to lace his fingers with yours, the gesture forward enough that it sends butterflies up from your stomach into your throat yet subtle enough that you can safely choose, for your own sake, not to comment on it.)

“I don’t care,” Haechan replies plainly, his dark brown eyes practically pinning you in place with the intensity of his stare. “I want you all to myself.”

“How greedy of you.” You tease, and he groans, tossing his head back before looking at you again.

“Come on, don’t make me beg.” He urges, and your eyebrows raise before you even notice they have, a mischievous little smile growing on your face.

“Well, now that you mention it, I’d love to see you beg.” You taunt, and Haechan huffs and rolls his eyes, his grip on your hand tightening as he tugs you along with him.

“You’re lucky you’re so cute,” He mutters under his breath, and you pick up your feet at that, walking forward so you’re right next to him and can get a good side-view of his face.

“What was that?” You echo his words from earlier, and Haechan, to your surprise, turns and looks you directly in the eyes.

“I said that you’re lucky you’re so cute.” He repeats himself, and you open and close your mouth after realizing you don’t know what to say. “Yeah. Thankfully one of us can actually own up to their words.” He gives you a playfully pointed look and continues weaving through the crowd, both of you exiting the front door yet again.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You bluff, and Haechan snorts.

“What a coincidence.” He comments in a deadpan tone.

You two head down the street, led by Haechan’s navigating skills, and you’re about to ask where exactly you two are headed when you look at Haechan’s side profile and find yourself distracted by his full lips. Your mind blanking, your thoughts are filled, for the umpteenth time, with thoughts of Haechan’s lips on yours, your cheek, jaw, neck, and maybe even lower–

“Don’t do that.” Haechan’s voice cuts through your reverie, and you blink at him in confusion, your head tilting to the side. His free hand comes up to your mouth and he tugs your bottom lip free from between your teeth where you suppose you’d been absentmindedly nibbling at it while thinking about kissing Haechan.

“Why not?” You ask, trying to keep the challenging edge out of your voice.

“You know what?” Haechan chuckles, his thumb grazing your chin as he drops his hand back to his side (you’re reminded once more that Haechan still hasn’t let go of your hand from earlier, but you’re not complaining) and faces front again. You finally realize where you two were heading as Haechan’s car comes into view, and you look at Haechan curiously, waiting not-so-patiently for the rest of his statement. He leans in to you, his lips brushing against the skin of your cheek before he reaches his destination of your ear where, to your surprise, he nips at your earlobe, a hitched gasp escaping you at the sudden sensation. Haechan’s next words are murmured in a low tone, but they’re saddled with so much confidence and assertion that they send a thrill of excitement down your spine and a warm rush of arousal blooming from your belly to the rest of your body.

“Fuck around and find out.”

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Haechan comes to stand directly in front of you and reaches for your chest, pausing when you yelp in surprise before continuing to reach into a pocket you didn’t know existed in his jacket, pulling out a small baggie of weed and a pack of rolling papers with a raised eyebrow.

“Oh,” You mumble softly, and Haechan chuckles.

“Oh.” He mimics you with a teasing smile, gesturing to the front of his car and you tilt your head to the side in confusion. “Sit.” He clarifies, and you comply, shrugging his jacket off enough so you can sit on it and shield the undersides of your bare legs from the cold metal of the hood of his car. What you don’t expect is for Haechan to move so he’s standing directly in front of you and to place his bag of weed and the rolling papers on one of your thighs. At your confused spluttering once he starts to roll the joint on your lap, he looks up at you with an expression so naturally questioning and expectant that it makes you wonder for a moment if this is normal and you’ve just been missing out.

“You’re making it on my leg.” You point out quietly, and he nods patronizingly. 

“I am. The hood of my car isn’t clean for me to make something that’s gonna go in our mouths.” He explains, and you nod in understanding. “Tongue out,” Haechan urges, and your eyes widen in disbelief, your brows furrowing in confusion. “Need you to seal the joint, angel.” He sighs in mock annoyance but you can see the beginnings of a fond smile on his lips.

“Why can’t you do it?” You ask curiously.

“Mouth feels dry,” He explains and you nod, figuring that’s as good of an answer as any.

“I don’t know which part to wet, though,” You say worriedly, and he shushes you softly.

“I’ll do all the work,” He assures you. “I just need you to be good and stick that little tongue out for me.” You try (and fail) to disregard the arousing factor to what he’s said, heat rushing to your face nonetheless and warming your cheeks as you shyly avert your gaze and let your tongue loll out of your mouth. “That’s it,” He mumbles encouragingly and drags the edge of the unsealed joint against your tongue carefully, his breath audibly catching when the side of his thumb makes contact with your tongue.

His caught off-guard response emboldens you somewhat, your eyes meeting his again and when his other thumb nears your tongue as he brings the paper from end to end, you flick your tongue against his thumb so subtly that you could deny it if he asked, but enough to make Haechan clear his throat thickly. He pulls the paper away from you, stepping back somewhat, and his gaze darkens as he watches you close your mouth and—

“What’d I say about that lip?” Haechan reminds you as he finishes rolling the joint, and you shrug carelessly.

“Can’t control it,” You counter with an edge to your voice that dares him to call you on it. 

He blinks at you impassively. “Maybe you should learn to control it before I can’t control myself.” His voice is barely above a mutter, but you hear him clear as day, a triumphant little smile appearing on your face. Haechan pulls out his lighter and brings the joint to his lips, lighting it and taking a couple of pulls. When he moves to pass it to you, he stops short at the look in your eyes and narrows his own. “Don’t look at me like that.” 

“Like what?” You ask with an innocent smile and sideways tilt of the head.

“Like you’re up to something.” He replies suspiciously, and you raise your hands defensively. “Come on,” Haechan drags the syllables out, stepping closer to you with a plaintive frown on his unbearably handsome face. “Tell me what you’re hiding, and…I’ll tell you what I’m hiding.” He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively, and you pause, thinking it over.

“Mm…deal.” You finally reply, and his eyes widen in surprise as a wide smile takes over his features. 

“Don’t lie to me,” He warns you, and you frown, slightly offended.

“I would never lie to you.” You say sincerely. “Well—not a serious lie. Might lie for a joke or something.”

“I guess that’s pretty fair,” Haechan reasons. “Now tell me.”

You take a deep breath and steady your nerves as you prepare to speak, and Haechan leans forward, ready to hang on your every word.

“There’s…something…that I really, really want right now.” You say carefully, conveniently omitting the two facts that the something is a someone and that the very someone is standing directly in front of you.

“Yeah?” Haechan breathes, his hand falling to your knee as he brings the joint to your lips in a silent offer. You lean forward and take it into your mouth, taking a pull, and as you hold the smoke inside of you for as long as you can bear it, he speaks again. “What is that something?”

“…I feel like I’ve said too much already,” You balk as you exhale, backing out as you realize there really isn’t any way to avoid approaching the topic of your not-so-little crush on the male standing in front of you. Even if everyone knows, it’s an entirely different situation to admit to it.

“Oh, come on,” Haechan complains, and you start to whine loudly in protest.

“I don’t want to—”

“But you barely said anything,” Haechan laments, and you frown deeply.

“It’s embarrassing.” You gripe.

“Aw, the poor baby.” Haechan mocks your whining, which subsequently only makes your whining worse. 

“It’s not funny!” You whine, pushing at his chest lightly. 

“I’m not laughing!” He’s still mocking your voice with a wicked grin on his face, and you groan, glowering at him petulantly.

“You’re mean.” You huff, and Haechan snorts, leaning forward to your ear.

“You know you like it.” He replies with a cocky grin, and you pause, your whole brain feeling like it’s crashed, rebooted, and crashed again as the flirtatious words rattle around in your head. Haechan pulls back from you slowly and you two stare each other down, your eyes drifting down to his lips for the millionth time, and—

“You’re doing that on purpose, aren’t you?” Haechan asks in a low, serious voice, and you blink twice, startled. You go to speak and realize that you were nibbling at your bottom lip again, the gesture not going unnoticed by Haechan, who is staring intently at your mouth.

“No?” You answer, confused.

“I feel like you are.” Haechan scrutinizes your slightly lost expression as he continues speaking, “I mean, you know what it does to me–”

“No, I don’t.” You butt in, and Haechan raises his eyebrows skeptically.

“No? You don’t know? Let me give you a hint.” Haechan’s hand on your knee slips up your leg to grip your thigh, and he guides your knee to press against the front of his pants, causing you to inhale sharply at the feeling of your knee pressed against his very firm erection. “You feel that?” His voice is low and breathy, and you keen weakly before responding.

“Yeah,” You say, nodding distractedly as your mind swirls with thoughts and desires of Haechan’s hands and lips all over you, of him pushing into you and filling you up nice and deep—you’re a goner at this point.

“That’s what it does to me—what you do to me.” Haechan asserts firmly.

“Fuck.” When Haechan goes to move back, you’re moving before you can even register it, wrapping your legs around his waist and locking him back into close quarters with you. “Don’t move,” You plead breathlessly. “Please.”

“Pretty girl wants me to stay, yeah?” He asks softly, tone saccharine sweet with feigned pity, and you nod, whining quietly as your legs tighten. “My pretty girl wants to feel me pressed up against her, right? You want to feel my cock pressing against your leg?” At your vehement nod, Haechan chuckles darkly and puts out the now forgotten joint, tucking it into the jacket pocket he got the weed from earlier. “How does this feel, hm?” His hand moves up from your knee to your thigh to right between your legs, cupping your core through your shorts, and you moan lowly, rocking your hips forward into his palm. “Yeah, you like that, don’t you?”

“Yes–”

“Is this it, pretty girl? This what you wanted earlier?” His fingers deftly unbutton your shorts, dragging the zipper down painfully slowly before guiding his hand into them, digits tracing up and down your clothed core over the very warm, very damp seat of your underwear, the fabric now soaked with your arousal.

“Yes, Haechan, please–” You grip at the front of his shirt, pulling him to you with a desperate moan. Haechan moves just as quickly as you do, and when your lips connect, he kisses you so passionately that he all but melts your brain, his arm wrapping around you and pulling you against him in a crushing embrace that slowly starts squeezing the wind out of you.

“Fucking finally,” He growls into your mouth, and you cry out when his teeth sink into your bottom lip. “That feel good?” He grunts as his fingers massage slow, heavy circles around your clit, and you nod eagerly but buck against him, still eager for more. “Now who’s greedy?” He taunts you, and you huff, trying to slow the movement of your hips to no avail. His tongue parts your lips more, slipping in and tasting the inside of your mouth slowly and deliberately, a stark contrast to the way his lips were just ravaging yours a moment ago.

“God, Haechan, fuck,” You hiss when his hand sneaks into your underwear and starts to play with your clit, and he groans loudly, so loudly that you feel the need to look around and observe your surroundings to ensure your privacy.

“Aw, poor baby,” Haechan mumbles with a teasing pout, still matching your whiny lilt before he’s pressing himself against you and connecting your lips with his. “What am I going to do with you? So wet, you’re making a mess.” He pushes away from you abruptly, hand leaving your core, which is now clenching around nothing, to grip the front of the waist of your shorts and pull you forcefully to the edge of the hood of his car. He dives back in with his mouth, this time targeting your neck with wet, open-mouthed kisses, teeth dragging against your skin as his free hand gropes freely at your chest, kneading your breast in his palm and snaking up your shirt to trace teasingly light flicks and circles around your slowly pebbling nipple. 

“Wanna taste you,” He mutters gruffly before dropping to his knees unceremoniously, hands roughly yanking at your shorts as they jerkily come down your legs. He drops them carelessly on the ground and pulls your underwear down much slower and more carefully than he had your shorts, thankfully. “You know how long I’ve been thinking about this, angel?”

“No,” You answer, breathless as he stares up at you from his place between your legs.

“Longer than I can even remember.” He groans, reaching up and spreading you open with two fingers. Your face burns with embarrassment as he gazes at your exposed core, and the heat only intensifies when you look at him and see the intense look of desire and even hunger. “You always tease me, pretty girl.”

“I don’t,” You protest, but any other words die on your tongue as he leans forward and swipes his tongue up your folds, a sharp gasp leaving you instead. “Fuck,” You groan, and he matches the sound inadvertently as he shuffles forward and licks you again, moving to drape one of your thighs over his shoulder before tucking his face between your thighs and lapping at your arousal greedily. 

“All mine now,” He grunts in satisfaction, and you can only shudder in response, pleasure coursing through you starting from your core. His nose nudges your clit while his tongue busies itself with flicking his tongue over your entrance and a low hiss of pleasure escapes you, your hips bucking up into his face before you can stop yourself. He takes the hint incredibly well and drags his tongue up to your clit slowly, studying your reaction with curious eyes. “Like that?” He teases before swirling his tongue around your clit, slowly at first, then more and more rapidly as your breathing picks up. 

“Like that,” You breathily confirm with a vigorous nod of your head, and he chuckles, wrapping his lips around your clit and starting to suck as he presses two fingers to your entrance. You jolt in surprise when he starts to push into you, not stopping until he’s buried knuckle-deep in your core.

“God, you’re so tight,” He groans in awe, his fingers curling experimentally and staying curled when you cry out in pleasure. “Pretty pussy’s sucking my fingers in,” Haechan looks up at you with a smug grin, marveling at your glazed over eyes and parted lips as your breath comes out in shaky bursts.

“Haechan,” You whine, and he coos in fake sympathy, pulling his mouth away from your core to kiss, lick, and suck at the supple flesh of your inner thighs. 

“What is it, baby?” He taunts, and you whimper plaintively, bucking your hips up reflexively as you search for more stimulation. “Hm? Use your words.” Your face burns with humiliation as he talks down to you so plainly, but you swallow your pride enough not to protest. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want your mouth,” You murmur breathlessly, and he raises an eyebrow, dragging his tongue up your inner thigh just by your core as if proving a point.

“You have my mouth,” He points out, and you groan, half on the brink of throwing some sort of half-naked temper tantrum. 

“Not there,” You complain, and he turns his ear towards you as if to hear you better. “Haechan, please–” You beg, and he chuckles, his obvious amusement eviscerating the last of your patience, causing you to huff in aggravation and slide your fingers into his hair, curling until your fistful is tugging his hair none too gently, and he lets out a sinful groan of pain and pleasure, suddenly compliant as you pull him closer to your core. He drapes both of your legs over his shoulders and resumes eating you out with a fervor, fingers pumping in and out of you skillfully as he flicks your clit with his tongue in up-down motions. “Fuck, yes, just like that.” You encourage him, and he groans under his breath in ecstasy, pulling you closer until you’re almost falling off the hood.

“I got you,” He assures you, the words sending vibrations through your body as he refuses to move away from your core to speak, instead mumbling around your clit. “Taste so fucking good,” He mumbles, more to himself than anything else, and your head tips back in ecstasy as he delivers wet lash after lash of his tongue to your now hypersensitive bundle of nerves. 

When your breathing grows even more erratic and hitches, he flicks his gaze up to you, eyes probing and curious and something shifts behind his gaze as he realizes just how close you are. 

“You gonna come for me?” He asks, excitement and wonder creeping into his tone, and you don’t even have it in you to agree verbally, instead nodding your head emphatically as you lean back onto your forearms and let the pleasure slowly take over your senses.

His fingers curl forward and press against the fleshy bundle of nerves along your inner walls that has a sudden cry escaping you, Haechan focusing his attentions there and on your clit until you’re climaxing with a shudder of his name, legs pulling him closer to you as you ride out your high.

“That’s it, pretty, come undone for me.” He groans in delight as you gasp and whimper his name in ecstasy. When the sensations become too much, you sit up hurriedly, pushing at his shoulders to get him away from you and, thankfully, he obliges. He rocks back onto his soles as you catch your breath and stands up, chuckling when you yank him towards you by his belt, hands fumbling with the buckle clumsily in your eagerness as he watches you, amused.

“Haechan, take it off before I lose my patience,” You finally get his belt unbuckled and release him with a frustrated shove, glowering at the front of his pants with your arms crossed. Haechan snickers loudly at your state and tilts your head up by your chin, capturing your lips with his in a slow, passionate kiss. The taste of your arousal along with something very specifically Haechan has your head spinning, a wanton moan slipping from you and disappearing onto his tongue.

“Wanna know what I was thinking about earlier?” He murmurs into the kiss, and you nod, a gasp escaping you when you feel the head of his cock pressing up against your entrance. He slowly guides the head of his cock up and down your slit, groaning under his breath as your arousal coats his length. “Was thinking about how pretty I bet you’d look and sound when you cum.” Haechan grunts, and your breath catches as desire builds up in your throat.

“Yeah?” You ask breathlessly, the sound whiny as his cock nudges the underside of your clit and you hiss loudly in pleasure. 

“Yeah,” He confirms with a sweet, slightly condescending lilt, “and, baby, you’re even better than anything I could ever dream up.” He purrs, and you cry out weakly as he pushes into you slightly, the thick head of his length just making it past your entrance. “Your cute little faces and your noises, God, fuck—”

“Haechan,” You manage to get out, and he looks up from between your legs to lock eyes with you, his gaze heavy-lidded with desire and eyes blazing with intensity. “Please fuck me,” You whine, and he hisses in surprise, eyes widening slightly before he nods urgently, bracing one hand on the hood of the car beside you.

“Anything for my girl,” He says distractedly before shooting you a grin and wink almost as a reflex. He pushes into you slowly, his groan mixing with your shudder in the cool night air and the feeling of being so perfectly full as he bottoms out has your eyelids fluttering shut. “Wanna see those pretty eyes while I fuck you, angel.” He says in a low murmur, and you reopen your eyes with difficulty to meet eyes with Haechan, whose gaze is blazing with so much intensity that you feel heat rising to your face.

He pulls out of you and pushes back in slowly, as if assessing how ready you are, and when you lock your legs around him tighter, he lets out a breathless chuckle, looking from your face to where you two are joined together and back to your face before pulling back out and snapping his hips forward, bottoming out so suddenly that it pulls an involuntary whine of pleasure from you.

“Shit, you’re so tight, baby.” Haechan hisses in surprise, biting down on his bottom lip as he thrusts in and out of you. “Can barely pull out, you keep tightening around my cock like that.”

“Haechan, stop teasing me,” You complain, and he laughs, cupping the back of your neck and pulling you in for a kiss.

“You get so cute when I tease you, though.” He purrs into the kiss and, before you can say anything in response, snaps his hips into yours so forcefully that it sends you sliding up the hood of the car slightly, his jacket thankfully still protecting your legs from the cold metal. You cry out in surprise, and he grins, his fingers snaking up your neck from the base to curl in the hair at the nape, his hand tugging until your head is tipped back, exposing your neck to him. He takes the opportunity immediately, lips attaching to your neck as he sucks, licks, and kisses your skin, teeth occasionally sinking into your flesh and only retracting when a whine escapes you, his lips returning to press apologetic kisses to the indentation marks from his teeth. 

“Hae—chan,” You gasp out as he fucks into you, and his responding chuckle is so sinister that it sends a rush of excitement through you, almost evoking another moan.

“You like that, yeah? You keep letting out those pretty moans and we’re not gonna be alone for much longer.” He reminds you, and you keen softly as you try to keep in your sounds of pleasure. “Unless you want us to get caught.” He says slowly, and you look at him with wide eyes, shaking your head vigorously. “You sure?” He teases, speech abrupt from his thrusting.

“Please,” You whimper, and he pulls your hair until your head is tipped back as far as it can comfortably go, latching his lips onto the pulse point on the side of your neck and sucking a bruise into the skin there.

“Pretty girl wants someone to come out of their house and see how good she can take it on the hood of my car?” He’s delighted by how frustrated you’re getting, every whine, huff, and groan you let out met with his own coos of feigned sympathy as he watches you with bright eyes. 

“Haechan, I’m close—” You moan out.

“I know, baby, I know.” He shushes you soothingly, and his hand moves from your hip to slip between your legs to play with your clit, fingers persistent and moving to follow you even as you gasp and jolt away from him. “Don’t run from it, just be good, angel.” Haechan’s coaxing isn’t helping your attempts to stay calm at all, the pleasure building even more rapidly now, and it’s not long before you’re climaxing around him with a cry of his name, your body stiffening before it goes limp for a moment, rendering you a rag doll that Haechan continues to drive his hips into in search of his own climax. When your hips reflexively jerk away from his fingers on your clit and you’re letting out sharp breaths and whines, Haechan pins you in place with his hips, angling himself so he’s fucking down into you, his cock reaching places you’d barely become acquainted with. “What did I say? Don’t run from it,” He pants, and you sniffle as tears well up in your eyes from the overwhelming sensations.

“Haechan,” You plead desperately, nails digging into his arm slightly, and he groans in ecstasy, locking eyes with you.

“Aw, don’t cry, pretty girl.” He coos sweetly, and you think for a moment that he’s going to give you a break, but he just presses his fingers against you harder and moves them even more determinedly. “Actually? Go ahead and cry for me, baby. It’ll make me finish faster.” He taunts, and you let out a pathetic little wail as your poor clit is subjected to intense overstimulation, a few tears actually spilling over your bottom lashes and down your cheeks. “Almost there, baby. You’re gonna give me one more, okay?”

“I can’t–” You start.

“I wasn’t asking.” The finality in his tone makes your eyes roll back into your head with pleasure, everything becoming too much as he guides you through a jerky, powerful climax that has you tensing your abdomen so hard that you fear it’ll cramp. “That’s it, fuck,” He hisses, his head falling forward to rest his forehead against yours as his thrusts come to a gradual stop, Haechan bottoming out in you entirely as he releases into you. His eyes screwed shut and his jaw dropped, he looks unrealistically attractive like this, and your admiration is short-lived as his eyes slowly reopen and focus on your lips. He leans forward to catch your lips with his and kisses you so smoothly, it feels like you’ve been doing this for years, with his tongue gliding against yours at just the right moments, teeth tugging at your bottom lip just hard enough to make you whimper, and his hands stroking your sides, caressing your curves as he re-acquaints himself with the taste of you. 

You’re not sure how long you two just remain there kissing, but after some time, Haechan breaks the kiss and rests his forehead against yours.

“You have,” He says breathlessly, chest heaving, “no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

“I bet I have a pretty good guess.” You reply with a wry smile, and Haechan grins, squeezing your hips gently.

“What if we get all cleaned up, hm? My car has heating.” He murmurs, and you freeze.

“Your c—Haechan, we could have done that in the comfort of your car? Your warm car?” You splutter, and he grins sheepishly.

“Sorry, angel. Just thought it’d be hot on the hood.” He admits, and you roll your eyes, not yet wanting to admit he has a point.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah—get me into the warmth.” You huff.

“There’s something so healing about smoking after midnight.” Haechan muses, his fingers trailing over your thighs lightly, reverently, even. His backseat is surprisingly comfortable, but you’re willing to bet that being curled up against his chest is playing a large factor. 

“Mm, yeah,” You hum thoughtfully, nodding. “It’s like a reset.” 

“Exactly,” Haechan says, nodding. “You get me, angel.” He looks down at where you’re resting your head against him and smiles fondly, gesturing at the joint he revived from earlier between his fingers questioningly. “You want some?”

“Mm…yeah.” You decide, and the corner of his mouth quirks up into a crooked grin before he takes a long drag of the joint, closing his eyes as he holds it in for several beats. He tucks a finger under your chin and tilts your head up to his, eyes only opening to shoot you a wink before his lips are on yours and he exhales the remainder of the smoke into your mouth. 

White smoke billows out from your mouths as you shift to get more comfortable and kiss him deeper, and he chuckles, flicking at your bottom lip with his tongue. When you two part, your lids are heavier than before, either from the weed in your system or from the arousal buzzing through your body, and Haechan leans in again, pecking the little pucker left behind on your lips from his kiss.

“You’re so cute,” He groans, tossing his head back dramatically. “What am I going to do with you?”

“You could always kiss me again.” You suggest, and when he grins widely at you, you smile innocently, yelping and laughing in surprise when he shifts to move on top of you and hover just above your face, the joint now lying forgotten in the makeshift ashtray Haechan pulled out of his glove compartment and set between the two front seats. You two stare each other down for what feels like ages, your gaze occasionally drifting to his lips, and—

“You and that lip,” He growls, leaning down and kissing you again. He rolls his hips down against yours as your lips move against each other’s, and you can’t help but giggle mischievously, provoking Haechan to pull back and scrutinize your expression. “…You were doing that on purpose!”

“What, the lip biting?” You ask curiously, and Haechan just stares at you, his accusatory expression unwavering. “Yeah, that was partially on purpose the last couple of times.” You smile devilishly, and he huffs indignantly.

“Why are you like this?” He groans, unable to hide his laughter, and you shrug, feigning innocence once more.

“I thought if I made you kinda mad, you’d fuck me harder.” You admit with a little smile, and his brows practically shoot up into his hairline as he regards you incredulously.

“You are such a little minx,” Haechan grunts before pressing his lips to yours again, and you can’t seem to stop giggling into the kiss, your smile too wide to kiss him properly. “Do you have any idea,” He mumbles into the kiss, “just how good you’re gonna get it later?”

“No…” You drag out the syllable as you look up at him curiously. “Maybe you should give me a sneak peek.” You suggest, and he nods.

“Maybe I should,” He agrees, and excitement flares up in your chest like a firework. “First, though, do you wanna get out of here?”

“The car?” You ask, confused, and he snorts, shaking his head slowly.

“This area,” Haechan clarifies.

“And go where?” You follow up with another question, and he pauses to think.

“On a scale of one to ten, how do you feel about tacos right now?” He asks, and your eyes widen as you nod vigorously.

“Oh, fuck yeah.” You agree eagerly. Haechan laughs at your excited state and nods in understanding, moving from on top of you and shifting to let you sit up.

“We can get tacos,” He starts, “and we can go back to my place…if you want.”

“Sure thing,” You say with an eager smile, and Haechan kisses your lips, your cheek, then trails kisses down to the back of your hand, looking up at you with warm brown eyes.

“Great,” He answers, relieved, and as you climb to the passenger seat, he slides a hand up the back of your thigh and pinches your ass, a cheeky, self-satisfied grin on his face when you whirl around to look at him. “Not sorry,” He shrugs carelessly, and you scoff, barely hiding your smile in time as you face forward.

Haechan takes the easier route, getting out of the car and re-entering into the driver’s seat, and he turns to look at you, wiggling his brows playfully. 

“Wanna know what I’m thinking about?” He asks.

“Sure,” You answer, and he starts the car, carefully pulling out of his parking spot and driving down the street. 

“I’m thinking about how you told me you bit your lip on purpose so I’d fuck you harder.” He chuckles in disbelief.

“You weren’t even that mean to me because of it,” You point out, pouting slightly, and he arches a brow without looking away from the road, the sight almost unbearably attractive. 

“What if I like you too much to be mean to you?” He counters, and you huff, shifting in your seat so you’re angled towards him.

“Well, like me just a little less so you can do a little more mean stuff next time.” Haechan laughs at your half-advice, half-plea for him, and you whine, barely restraining the urge to stomp your foot. “I mean it!”

“Liking you less won’t happen, angel.” He assures you, continuing before you can speak. “I can make the mean thing work, though.” 

“That’s all I ask.” You say, raising your hands defensively, and his hand closest to you leaves the steering wheel as he links his fingers with yours, Haechan now driving one-handed down the road.

“Anything for my girl.”

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VENMO !! CASHAPP !! KO-FI !! WISHLIST !! (why?)

[its-taeil-time]

Lee Jeno

☁︎ - fluff // ✶ - angst // ☽ - mature  

✧ total: 39 ✧

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one-shots

just so you know  [21k] ☁︎✶☽

➥ love triangle to polyamory, voyeurism, friends to lovers, ft. jaemin

you’re kinda with jeno, but when you realize his best friend jaemin is in love with you too, well it complicates things

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the dumbing down of love.  [12.4k] ☁︎✶

➥ college!au, best friends to lovers

the six times you caught him staring at you, and the one time he caught you.

↳ alternatively: dumb and dumber fall in love.

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fight club  [11.9k] ☁︎☽

➥ college!au, fighter!jeno, rich kid!au, strangers to lovers

after park jisung introduces you to his shady after-school activity, you realize it’s far too dangerous to be involved with the underground fight club in any way. their members are rough around the edges—except for lee jeno, who keeps you coming back for more.

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puzzle piece  [10k] ☁︎✶☽

➥ (seemingly) human!jeno, omega!reader

“No one knows about him…” Sungchan begins explaining. “Like I said, it’s complicated. Jeno’s…he..”

The two men share a look, falling silent. Yangyang reaches for the door knob first. Pausing as he turns the handle.

“He’s not like the other humans. You just.. you have to see for yourself.”

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i heard a rumor  [8.8k] ☁︎✶☽

➥ summer camp!au, enemies to lovers

You hate that the new camp counselor you’re bunking with is Jeno, the “bad boy” that was rumored to have cheated on your best friend in high school. He doesn’t want to room with you either, believing the rumor that you started the rumor that fueled his (fake) cold, heartless reputation. But somehow, everything changes over the summer.

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koi no yokan  [8k] ☽

➥ dilf alpha!jeno, omega!reader, a/b/o

“Gross Dad, why are you staring at my teacher like that?” Moon mimics a gagging sound of disgust. Latching onto the end of her fathers leather sleeve with a forceful tug. Having to distribute her weight around to make a small budge at the thick jacket. Inching down only a centimeter on her dads broad shoulders.

The Alpha sporting a languorous smile blinks sheepishly. Patting the top of her tangled hair to steer attention off his favorite piece of clothing. His fingers caught up in the results from an intense game of tag at lunch. “What do you mean by that pup?”

“You’re looking at her exactly like you used to stare at mom.” Moon broadcasts, swatting his hand away from her tender scalp.

“Moon!”

“Dad!”

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10 things i know about you  [7.1k] ☁︎

➥ domestic roommate!jeno

there are ten important things you learn about lee jeno during your time in quarantine.

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clueless  [6.3k] ☁︎

➥ enemies to lovers

loosely based on the movie clueless (no ex step siblings lol)

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it’s yours  [6k] ☽

➥ snake hybrid!jeno, friends to lovers

“One of these matches will have to be successful, Jeno.” You encourage him. Picking up a long sleeved top that would hide the iridescent metallic dark green scales trailing up his forearms.

“They always start successful, until.. you know.” Jeno says shyly, changing into the outfit you’ve chosen for his date tonight. Fitting him with a confused look he nods down. Removing his sweats in exchange for a pair of snug fitted leather pants. “Until we start hooking up, and they run off screaming like I’m about to murder them.”

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7 days  [5.3k] ☽

➥ alpha!jeno, omega!reader

what Jeno wants Jeno gets

Day 1: No.

Day 2: Double No.

Day 3: Still No.

Day 4: No?

Day 5: Maybe.

Day 6: Ok.

Day 7: Yes.

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all night long  [5k] ☽

➥alpha camboy!jeno, omega!reader

“He’s actually about to start opening packages! You should see how many omega’s actually do send him their filthy slicked up underwear.” You adjust the screen so Jaemin can have a better view.

“You can’t be serious right now..” Jaemin looks around with shifty eyes. “Have..you done..that?”

“No! Gross! I would never! Look- I might be lame, and desperate, and..weird sometimes but I’m not that weird. Besides, it’s too embarrassing..what if he got a whiff of my scent and looked disgusted.” You finish with a frown. Jaemin sighs shaking his head.

“Embarrassing? And this..” he reaches forward, picking up a vile hanging from your lamp. “This Jeno’s Juice isn’t?!? YOU HAVE IT HANGING WHERE EVERYONE CAN SEE!”

“Hey!!” You yank the vile from his hands, clutching it to your chest. “I paid good money for this!”

“Oh believe me! I’ll never forget the day you dropped $100 on gamer boy bath water.”

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mission wingman: failed  [4.5k] ☁︎

➥ best friends to lovers

After hearing you whine about not having a boyfriend for what feels like eternity, your best friend, Lee Jeno, finds a new talent in him-- the art of being a wingman. His mission of finding the right one for you doesn’t go as well as he planned, and 3 failed dates later, you finally have enough. In other words, this is a story about the 3 times Lee Jeno offered you a bad date and the fourth time he finally decides to fix it.

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stronger  [4k] ☽

➥ alpha!jeno, omega!reader, ft. alpha!jaemin

Request: Jaemin/Jeno with size kink/bulge kink/lactation kink/dacryphilia kink

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sugar daddy galore!  [4k]☽

➥ sugar daddy!jeno, ft. sugar daddy!jaemin

you’ve been struggling with choosing the perfect sugar daddy for you. the two candidates, na jaemin and lee jeno, are both vying for your attention. however, you’ve failed to tell them that you’ve been fucking them both while also taking their money. oops.

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it’s your birthday, make a wish  [3.8k] ☽

➥ glasses!jeno, stripper!reader

Jeno works hard, too hard. He deserves a night of fun, and you’re going to make sure he gets it.

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white lie  [3.7k] ☁︎

➥ hogwarts!au, hufflepuff!jeno

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sugar and spice  [2.2k] ☽

➥ sugar baby!jeno, older!reader

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“i’ll take your word for it and no one else’s.”  [2.1k] ☁︎

➥ friends to ?

maybe snooping through your friend’s phone wasn’t that much of a good idea. or maybe it was. either way, you didn’t regret it.

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little omega  [1.7k] ☽

➥ alpha!jeno with a size kink

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helping hand.  [1.7k] ☽

➥ alpha!jeno, omega!reader

after your regular heat partner, donghyuck, flakes on you for your next cycle, your roommate is more than happy to take his place.

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dom antics  [1.6k] ☁︎☽

➥ boyfriend!jeno, soft dom!jeno

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“it’s for you.”  [1.5k] ☁︎

➥ high school!au, coffee shop!au, (sorta) enemies to lovers

all it took was the heavy rainfall from the sky to clear up your misunderstandings

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double penetration in one hole  [1.3k] ☽

➥ boyfriend!jeno, ft. boyfriend!jaemin

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wake up  [1.1k] ☁︎

➥ domestic!jeno

just waking up with jeno

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series

my first and last  [25k] ☁︎✶☽

➥ tsundere alpha!jeno, omega!reader, a/b/o, enemies to lovers

You have to escape your packs land after a human hunter invasion. The Lee pack becomes your new home. Only one problem, future head alpha Jeno Lee, can’t stand you.

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blurbs/ drabbles

as your roommate ☁︎

what kissing him would taste like ☁︎

being surprised by s/o during practice ☁︎

soft dom bf!jeno ☁︎☽

soft dom!jeno ☁︎☽

soft dom!jeno ☽

soft dom!jeno ☽

glasses dom!jeno ☽

sub!jeno ☽

how experienced he is ☽

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reacts

fake dating ☁︎

platonic kissing ☁︎

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timestamps

[1:58] ☽

[5:45] ☽

[yunopouts]

kiss me more - l. jeno

-> bad boy! jeno x gf! reader, jaemin

-> college au!, established relationship, a suggestive fluff (kind of) blurb

-> w: jeno tongue piercing :D, kissing, mentions of eating

-> a/n: jeno tongue piercing has been stuck in my head for three days and i'm sad. think i'm gonna make this a series lol!

You've always been told that keeping Jeno around would be your downfall; you didn’t mind, though... his darker presence was refreshing. Just because he dyes his hair a lot, wears dark eyeshadow from time to time, and has a tongue piercing doesn’t necessarily mean he’s a bad influence.

If you were being honest, you felt kinda nice when such a cool person befriended you after having asked you for the brand and shade of your nail polish.

“I thought I told you not to trust me?” he asked the day you practically begged him to go out for sushi with you.

“I already do, though…” you shrugged, the statement earning a scoff from Jeno in return.

“Well, then don’t be surprised if I do something stupid- say ‘ah’.” the boy said before shoving a piece of pickled ginger into your mouth.

But two years later, your relationship exceeded the friendship point and you had started dating now, the both of you well into your second year of university. Jeno was still standing out in his all black outfit and long platinum hair, and you were still questioned as to why you got involved with him.

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“You’re bringing me to your classmate's apartment?” you asked as he took your hand in his and walked with the flow of the street.

The boy hummed as he brought you closer to the side so he couldn’t lose track of you. “You told me you wanted to watch me dye my hair.”

“Your classmate dyes your hair?” Jeno nodded as he opened the door to the condo building, greeting the guard at the desk before clicking for the elevator. “Every single time?” Jeno buzzed in response as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder- pecking the top of your head.

Sighing at the loss of his warmth when he exited the elevator, you followed behind him as he led you to the front door of his classmate’s apartment.

“Jeno!” a boy with short black hair greeted loudly after opening the door. “And who might you be, pretty girl?” his smile was giddy as his eyes took you in.

“This is y/n, she’s here cause she wants to watch me dye my hair.” Jeno responded stiffly.

“The girlfriend?! Oh, I’ve heard so much about you- please, come in. I’m Jaemin, by the way.” The boy looked between you and Jeno as you took off your shoes, his mind racing wondering how his friend landed a girl that looked as if she’d never hurt a fly. Of course, Jeno was attractive- nobody could deny that, but you looked like polar opposites; the two of you were like a dark and light- at least in the way you dressed.

“What colour are we going with today?” Jaemin asked once he had set Jeno up in the styling chair. Jeno nudged your foot with his own, bringing you out of your own little world.

“Oh, um… how about black?”

“Sexy, I like it.” Jaemin nodded. “So, y/n, you a virgin? Cause this guy’s not.” You smiled softly as Jeno pursed his lips and smacked his friend in the chest.

“N-no, I’m not.” you chuckled nervously, meeting Jeno’s eyes.

The rest of the time at Jaemins was actually quite nice, once you got past the awkward silence after the virgin question.

“You owe me,” Jaemin took his time to count on his fingers. “Four boxes of ramen and two meals from the caf.” the boy shook Jeno’s hand before letting you out and bidding you farewell.

Jeno kept stealing glances of you while you were in the elevator and just as it dinged, he pulled you into a quick kiss- his large hand cupping your jaw firmly. The familiar metal ball on his tongue pushed down on to your tongue, forcing the softest moan to leave your mouth.

Coming off you, your boyfriend noticed the smallest drip of saliva at the corner of your lips, and with a smirk he wiped it off with his thumb, before leaving you stunned in the elevator.

The moment you got back to your dorm, Jeno went straight for the couch, flopping on his side and clicking the power button on the TV remote. While he was relaxing on the couch, you sat in your room, the kiss from earlier still fresh in your mind.

He was so forceful compared to other times he’s kissed you during your ten month relationship. Not that it bothered you, in fact it was very pleasant, you just didn’t know how to tell him you wanted to do that again.

Taking a deep breath, you decided that you’d mustered enough courage and walked into the living room and sat in the space between his feet and the corner of the couch. That courage disappeared when you felt his eyes on you, and once again, you found yourself unable to speak. The moment you felt the words come back, Jeno spoke over you;

“You want me to do it again, don’t you?”

When he met your eyes, you were looking like a doe caught in headlights. The wide smirk grew when you turned to face him fully, sitting on your knees. Jeno tugged you by the wrist, pulling you into his hard chest before crashing his lips against yours. Your arms instinctively wrapped around his neck and his around your waist- his legs tangling with yours.

The kiss was turned sloppy as Jeno’s tongue flicked yours, his piercing adding to the sweet bliss his lips were making you feel. Butterflies swarmed your stomach as his thumb rubbed your cheek soothingly.

“I think you should kiss me like this more.” you hummed after he pulled away, still rubbing your cheek.

“You like it when you choke on my tongue?” he cocked a brow. “You should’ve told me earlier, baby.” heat rushed to your cheeks and you looked away- causing him to laugh, turning your head back to him with a finger. “I’m just teasing babe. I’ll kiss you any way you want.”

With that being said, Jeno cracked your mouth open, sliding his tongue over yours, the silver ball grazing the muscle harshly. “Keep it open baby.” As Jeno’s thumb pressed on your tongue, your eyes squeezing shut when the urge to suck on his finger became too much. Eyebrows furrowing at the sound of crinkling, you flinched back when you felt something unfamiliar in your mouth. The buttery taste had your eyes flying open as you crunched on what you now recognized as popcorn.

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞ ✵ vinyl and coffee — 27. Stranger

yn becomes a song writer and decides to write songs for their school's band; tomorrow x together. they have a special spot in hello future cafe to which yn considered it as their safe place — that is until the band starts hanging out there after their practices — the boy they have a crush on and who made them a song writer.

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a/n: this was supposed to have an awkward moment of tyun and yn but I want them together again for 'a future plan'

ꨄ︎ 3:28 pm

Yn entered Hello Future Cafe; their hands wrapped around a vinyl they bought front be music shop across the cafe. Immediately, they were greeted by the barista, Lee Jeno and the Baker, Mark Lee.

"Your usual, Lovelie?" Asked Chenle when he noticed their presence. Yn smiled and shook their head before their gaze lands on the vinyl they're holding onto.

"I'll be in and out- Also, may I have Kang Taehyun's order? I'm actually here to leave a gift for him." Stated yn as the employees smiled and nodded.

The anxious feeling filled yn's stomach as they pulled out a sticky note from their bag. They sat on Taehyun's table, the table against the wall with a painting of Moomin drinking the cafe's chocolate milk.

Yn's fingers wrapped around the blue colored gel pen before they think what to write. The Michael Jackson vinyl placed in front of them, on the table. They scribbled words on the sticky note, sadly smiling as they read the words they wrote.

They wished everything will go back to normal... Maybe, confess their real feelings to him as well. They just don't know how to do that, so for now, it's just baby steps.

They grabbed the vinyl and stuck the note in front of the cover. They stared at it before putting it back down.

"yn," they finched at Renjun's voice. The other laughed at their reaction. "Here's Kang Taehyun's usual order. Do you want us to tell you how he reacts if he sees your gift?"

Yn smiles at Renjun's offer, however, it's between him and them. Anyway, it's not like yn will stay, disguised as another person. Their hoodie's hood covered their head is most likely enough to cover their face.

"thank you, Renjun but I'll stay." Renjun nodded at them before he walks away. They stood from the table and walked to another table, far from where Taehyun can see them.

Minutes later, Kang Taehyun came into the cafe. His ash gray hair complimented the all black outfit he has on. His smile greeted the employees as he makes his way to his table. Yn put on their hood as they watched.

Meanwhile, Taehyun stared at the vinyl and coffee on his table. The yellow sticky note stood out with the addition of the words and a little doodle scribbled on it. The coffee which is his favorite was placed next to the vinyl.

Taehyun picks up the vinyl and pulls the sticky note away. The covered face of Michael Jackson showed and it brought a smile on Taehyun's lips. He takes a seat and reads the note. It says;

Hello, Tyunnie :)

I'm sorry about our awkward encounters and how everything is just so awkward after that day. I wish everything will get back to normal after we make up. I just feel like you're a stranger now and I feel bad because I'm the reason to that. I hope you like the vinyl and coffee :)

- dj Lovelie ( ◜‿◝ )♡

Taehyun couldn't help but smile. Even if he was hurt, a little part of him hoped everything will go back to normal. He kisses the sticky note before he stuck it on the vinyl again.

Even if he was rejected, he couldn't move on. He has blamed himself for being arrogant and couldn't control his jealousy. He never thought about yn's actual feelings and that's what drove him mad.

Repeatedly reading the sticky note gave him a thought that he can fix again. This time, with more care and consideration.

He kept reading the sticky note until he realized that receiving a vinyl and coffee felt like deja vu. He's experienced it twice... Was the first time DJ Lovelie too?

Whoever it was, whenever it was- the pair is hopeful again. They just needed time.

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switchin’ lanes - l.jn | ridin’ club

━ welcome to the ridin’ club smut series 

genre ➠ slow burn, smut, pwp???, fluff (if u squint) wordcount ➠ 8.3k details ➠  fem!reader, streetracer!jeno, badboy!jeno, college!au,  ━ where you and jeno are in a relationship, but not with each other. warnings ➠ explicit language, cheating, flirty banter, alcohol consumption, drugs, yall at a party, physical fighting (not with you), mentions of cuts/bruises, hickeys, drunk public dry humping, thigh riding, fingering, oral (f/receiving) synopsis ➠ If your boyfriend didn’t decide to join such a stupid unofficial club, then maybe you wouldn’t be in such a sticky situation where Lee Jeno is literally knuckles deep in your sticky situation as he drives you home. Or maybe if your boyfriend actually touched you, then you wouldn’t be seeking it from someone else, who can’t keep his hands off of you. taglist ➠ @rabbit-doyochi ; @darkneogotmyback ; @im-lame-irl ; @p-mini ; @niniluvsmarkhyuck ; @saniahmichael ; @jaehy9ngs ; @danyxthirstae01 ; @jaehyunoos ; @pikijaemin ; @suhweo​ ; @dearlyminhyung​

a/n ➠ hi yall its author doie❀!! i hope you enjoy the series pls leave me feedback lmaoo ill literally take anything. we also hit a milestone for followers and honestly its so crazy to know how quickly this tiny sideblog has grown! we’re so thankful that yall follow us, thank u for lovin us and we will try our best to put out more content!! also through the lens hit 1k notes how is that even possible like wow im speechless thank u for everyone who left such kind comments i treasure every form of feedback :) 

The heavy double doors of the classroom stare tauntingly at you. The evening setting in, painting the sky with strokes of orange and pink. You managed to remain complaint free the entire day, until your forgetful boyfriend canceled on you because of a club meeting. A meeting for an unofficial club on campus because it is illegal to street race. A club consists of delinquents that are obsessed with cars and steal your boyfriend away from you. 

This is the fifth time this week that your boyfriend stood you up or coincidentally forgot your dates. You can’t remember the last time he physically stood in front of you and not through a phone screen. However, it is not completely the stupid club’s fault that your boyfriend has neglected you. 

He truly is the worst boyfriend ever. He blames everything on his bad memory and does not prioritize you in his life. He loves one thing --- his car. You could be lying in a hospital bed, and he wouldn’t care to check up on you. 

So why did you stay with him? Because you’re scared of being alone? Possibly, but it is a can of worms that you did not want to open just yet. Sex is definitely not the reason you stay with him. He hasn’t touched you sexually since the first and now, last time you two slept together. 

You try your best, to only be waved off with a yawn. He doesn’t compliment you. He doesn’t look at you lovingly. He doesn’t even kiss you for longer than two seconds. You are a toppling tower, ready to crumble at any given moment.

The anger in your body fuels you as you pull the door open to reveal several men in leather jackets chatting away with each other. One by one, they all begin to lay their eyes on who abruptly interrupted their joyous conversations. Your eyes scan the room full of intimidating men, whose auras cause a shiver to run down your spine.

Your boyfriend is nowhere in sight, given that there are plenty enough guys who have the ability to cover him. You walk into the open space and the entire mood of the room shifts. 

Heavy cologne and a deafening silence fill the air. One particular male, who has been eyeing you the entire time, gets up and walks towards you. 

“Are you lost, baby?” Scoffs and chuckles sparsely cover the corners of the room. The unknown male has a jarring cut on his eyebrow, matching a small bruise on his upper cheekbone. 

“I’m looking for my boyfriend…” Your weak voice trails off from the sudden attractive male intimidation. The tall man peers around the room, crossing his arms.

“If you are this beautiful woman’s boyfriend, please fucking come out now. It’s very rude to keep your girl waiting for you!” Initially, his low throaty shout startles you. A heavy heat falls on your cheeks when you register his choice of adjectives.

The whole room falls silent once more, before your pitiful boyfriend steps out from between two bulkier men. “Hey babe, what are you doing here?” His eyes nervously bounce around the room, a shaky laughter erupting from his gut. 

“Sorry, Jeno. I didn’t mean to cause such a scene. I didn’t even see her come in.”

Like a trigger, you remember your intentions for storming in uninvited. Jeno gauges your flaming reaction to your boyfriend’s apologetic words. He nods, not out of acceptance of the apology, but out of disbelief.

He pulls your boyfriend by the collar of his white shirt and your eye widens at the condescending tone that causes your boyfriend to cower, “I’m not the one to apologize to.” With a careless toss, your boyfriend ends up shaking in front of you.

“Jeno is not the only one you should be scared of.” You whisper angrily to him as the rest of the room continues on with their previous chatter. 

Your boyfriend rolls his eyes, “listen, Jeno’s been arrested before. You don’t want to get on that man’s bad side.” 

Your eyes wander behind your boyfriend’s hunching shoulders, catching Jeno steal peeks at you too. There is no interest in the other rambling male that stands in front of him. He just wants to check you out a bit more. 

He is the hottest person you’ve ever gotten the attention of. You feel flustered, and a bit flattered at his lingering gaze. His brown hair is slicked back messily, giving you more to admire. Jeno is an absolute cliche from a bad boy fanfiction. He is unreal, and the odd chance that he can’t keep his eyes off of you, is also unreal. 

But with a light nudge from a blue haired fellow, Jeno’s eyes peel away from your’s. They exchange a few words, which then propels Jeno to hurriedly put on his slightly tattered leather jacket.

You lick your lips to the sight of his body lines as he stands up to follow his friend, but not without another look back at you. Noticing your stare still on him, he bids you a tiny wave goodbye with a smirk to die for. And like that, he’s gone. 

“Are you listening to me?” Your boyfriend’s voice finally reaches your reality. Your focus shifts to the obviously irritated expression on his face. 

“I guess, I’m not. Don’t fucking stand me up again or I will key your car.” You aren’t actually those kinds of girls, but your boyfriend didn’t take a threat seriously unless it involves his highly treasured car. 

And like Jeno, you also make your exit out of the steamy room. The chilly night brush against your unknowingly hot cheeks. Then, you take yourself to the only unhealthy coping mechanism you can think of: a place of free alcohol and no boyfriend.

It takes you a few months to completely stop caring about your dying relationship. You figure how easy it is for your boyfriend to do it, so you make the same decision.

He spends his nights with his friends he made from his club, and has totally become a self proclaimed car enthusiast. You lose yourself in copious amounts of cheap alcohol at your local parties and it’s almost like you stop sulking over a man who kisses his car goodnight.

While being alone did not bother you as much as you had been dreading, the sexual frustration is a completely different issue. You are absolutely drooling whenever your eyes find Jeno in the crowds of sweaty bodies.

If there is one good thing that came out of your boyfriend’s membership in that club, it had to be Lee Jeno and a few other notable people who attended the same parties as you.

He became a very close acquaintance, and you had learned some very important names associated with the Ridin’ Club. Na Jaemin, Lee Haechan, and Huang Renjun. But the three could not compare to the kindhearted Jeno that makes butterflies stir in your lower abdomen. 

Over the months, you also had learned rather quickly that your sexually clouded mind had tricked you previously into thinking that Jeno’s stares were full of lust for you. His girlfriend makes it clear that it isn’t the case.

Although you have caught the couple making out several times when trying to use the bathroom, your feverish, impure attraction toward Jeno never calmed down.

“You’re looking very tempting tonight, baby.” Jeno’s beaming eye smile greets you, even after completely undressing you with his gaze. His arms are wide open to embrace your warm body. 

The parties are always too hot to wear a fully clothed outfit. You often settle for a cute tank top and a short skirt to prevent your legs from collecting extra moisture. Jeno, without a fail, shows up in black jeans that clad his lower half, tucked with a simple white shirt. His tattoos and toned arms being on full display for you to admire. 

“Better make sure your actual baby doesn’t hear that.” The loud beats of the music make Jeno’s chuckle almost inaudible, but his expression remains cheerful, as per usual. “Did you get into another fight?” 

The fresh wound cut through his smooth complexion, which will eventually join the rest of his collection of fading scars. He mindlessly grazes over the new bandaging and dramatically winces. Clearly concerned, you grab his hand away from the injury. “Don’t touch it, stupid.”

His smile curves into a sly smirk, as he intertwines your fingers and kisses the back of your hand. “It doesn’t hurt at all.” His chest heaves into a fit of giggles, “just wanted to see you care for me.” 

Groaning, you shake his massive hand off of your’s. “Very funny. I should start charging you for my attention.” 

“Name your price, I got all the money in the world for you.” He winks, while lightly pinching your cheek. You are lying to yourself if you thought you could ever stay away from him. Jeno stirs up a part of you that craves the cheesy nicknames, flirty comments and the undivided attention. 

He motions you to follow him into the mess of people. Almost as if he’s a god, the crowd parts for you two to walk through without unnecessary extra bodies. The fear that settles in many individuals’ chest is understandable.

Like your first impression, Jeno is a complete walking fanfiction trope. He negotiates better with his fists, usually with good reason. The guns of the Ridin’ Club, though, his friends are very much to be feared as well. They will not hesitate to run someone over, if given the heated situation to do so. And most definitely, you can count them to be backing up their fighter, Jeno. 

You had not been mindful before of the chatter that regarded the secret Ridin’ Club. They are notorious for fast paced very illegal races in the middle of nowhere destinations and tempers that aren’t meant to be provoked. Besides their intimidating aura, it melts away after getting to know them.

Lee Haechan, the most annoying brat, but has the strongest, the most loyal bond to his boys. He’s also notably funny, often making you laugh with an exchange of banter.

Huang Renjun, the whiniest and initially quiet boy, but grows to be one of the loudest and will chew you out if anyone dares try engaging in verbal combat. 

Na Jaemin, the flirty playboy who always has a swarm of girls, but the gentlest man with a soft spot for cute things. 

And finally, Lee Jeno, the owner of your nights. He is the friendliest of them all, despite him being the toughest one. While his stare can kill, melting away his layers reveal the warmest heart. Not that Jeno is the only one to show initial interest in you, but he is the most considerate to the people he holds close to him.

He has taken care of you for many drunk nights and watched protectively over your intoxicated figure in the crowds. He makes you feel safe and seen, which are some of the many reasons you are entirely attracted to him.

“(Y/N)!” Jaemin’s scream pierce your ears the moment the blueberry catches your eye. He excitedly nudges the other two boys, who are busy pouring drinks into red cups.

“You’re going to make me spill it, idiot!” Renjun grumbles, but looks up to see your dazzling smile and tremendous excitement. His own smile grows, “so the life of the party finally decided to say hi.”

“Hi, my fanclub. I appreciate the long awaited greeting.” Your over the top, sarcasm causes all of them to chime loudly. Haechan hands you a cup and wraps his arm around your shoulders. 

Jeno joins you at your side and the five of you clink your drinks to the ceiling. A fit of yells over the music and a competition of who can finish first. As per usual, you set your cup down after draining the entirety. The others are still chugging the burning liquid down their throats. 

Haechan coughs after dropping his cup onto the counter. His face is twisted with the most disgusted contour, “I don’t know how you do it, (Y/N).”

“I already drank more than you guys, so it just tastes like water now.” You scream over the loud music. Jeno, Jaemin and Renjun toss their empty cups into the sink. 

At this rate, you are completely blindsided by the effects of the alcohol as your legs give out to gravity. Jeno catches you quickly, holding your elbows and your head is placed on his shoulder. Jaemin chuckles lovingly, before helping Jeno balance you against the island. Your head feels heavy on your shoulders, as the room spins in front of you. 

“You good?” Haechan pats your head gently, whispering close to you.

“I---” You try catching your breath after being winded. “--It’s hitting me now.”

Jeno wraps his arm around your lower waist to draw you close to him, “want to go sit down?” He mumbles into your hair. You nod, Jeno and Renjun supporting your limp body to walk over to the couch.

The dark living room is lit up only by colorful led lights, but it is not enough to make out much of anything. Everyone is in their own world, dancing and socializing within their own selves. The two men set you down on the cushion, but your impulse catches onto Jeno’s wrist before he leaves. Renjun is already lost in the crowd.

“Can I sit on your lap?” You pout cutely, all the shame in your body has been displaced with courage. Jeno’s eyes soften at your sudden request, and kisses the top of your forehead.

“The throne is all yours.” He says as he sits at your side and pulls you on top of his thick thighs. His arm is loosely dangling around your waist, resting on top of your thighs. 

The intimate position causes your mind to wander into dark thoughts. His strong, sturdy legs feel delicious against your clothed core. While you’ve been in this position once before, you could never forget how protected, yet very horny it makes you feel. 

“What’s on your mind, (y/n)?” Jeno’s deep voice brushes against your bare shoulder and you feel his chest press against your back. “You’ve been pretty silent tonight.”

You turn slightly to face him, “if I told you, I’m scared it would ruin things between us.”

“There’s nothing in the world that can hold me back from you.” He is always so quick to spill such alluring words. His soft lips graze lightly on your skin as his sparkling eyes look up at your expression.

All it takes is one more tiny kiss on your arm to get you grabbing his face, drawing him into a steamy, long awaited kiss. Surprisingly, he kisses you back, open mouth and tongue lapping with your’s. His hands reposition your legs to where you straddle him. Your faces dive deeper into each other’s as the kiss continues to intensify.

Jeno’s lips still have a hint of alcohol, but he mostly tastes like mint gum. And they are comparable to a cloud, the softest lips you have ever made out with. It is like kissing pure heaven, completely different from your boyfriend’s two second pecks. Jeno devours you in a needy way, like he’s been waiting to explore the wonders of your lips. 

However, you pull away when you feel the vibration of his phone against your inner thigh, almost like a wake up call. As if all the liquid courage disappeared, you blink back in shock at Jeno’s plump wet lips. The thought of his girlfriend crosses your mind, and maybe slight guilt for your own boyfriend fills your system.

You quickly start getting up from his hot body, “fuck, I’m so sorry..” But his hands pull you back onto him, your legs finding their way open above his thighs again. 

“Don’t be, I’ve always wondered what your lips would taste like.” A smirk, then a hearty chuckle relaxes your contracting nerves at the potential of a ruined friendship. 

“But, your girlfriend..” Your tiny voice trails off and Jeno picks up your chin. His fingers rubbing along your jawline.

His eyes do another lap around your features. He admires your averting shy eyes, your beautiful lips, and how they all come together to make a stunning you. 

There is no doubt in Jeno’s mind that he is very attracted to you. He knew it the moment you barged into the club meeting. You are his type of woman, a good mixture of confident and timidness. You like to have some fun, and aren't afraid to be bold. Not to mention, that you are incredibly hot and every time you flirt back just makes him melt inside.

“She won’t care. She hooks up with people all the time.” It puzzles you, all this time you had been holding yourself back from Jeno because he has a girlfriend. All to find out that the relationship isn’t as serious as you thought it to be.

“I know, it doesn’t make sense. But we aren’t two people to be tied down, but at the same time, we like each other enough to want to stay together.”

Your confused expression causes Jeno to laugh and ask, “what’s the dilemma with your boyfriend?”

Rolling your eyes at the mention of your boyfriend, you sigh, “it’s like we’re still together, but we aren’t at the same time. We’ve abandoned the relationship unknowingly.”

Jeno runs a warm hand up and down your thigh, while he listens intently to you. He nods, grabbing your waist to pull you over his groin. “I’m sorry to hear that.” 

“No, he’s a shitty person and an even shittier boyfriend. We literally haven’t fucked for the past year. I’m practically a virgin again.” His hand automatically gives your thigh a light squeeze.

Jeno’s eyes light up as you quickly cover your mouth out of embarrassment. A devilish smirk raises his cheekbone, and lust clouds his mind. Gauging his reaction, your cheeks turn hot.

“We’ll have to change that, don’t we? My baby must be all kinds of frustrated. Tell me, do you like when I touch you then?” Jeno drops in tempo, usually when he wants to be more intimidating with a deeper voice. 

You clear your throat intending to speak, but you can only nod your head in response. “C’mon, (Y/N). Use your words, like a big girl.” Even with the loud music and continuous chatter, you can hear Jeno‘s taunting whisper. 

His words tickle your collarbone as he runs his lips against your neck. Your heart is pumping rapidly at the turn of events, as if the possibility of having something beyond a kiss from Jeno is more than possible at this rate. 

Jeno enjoys your small whimpers as he marks your neck with purple love bites. Right in the center of the crowded room, Lee Jeno is just casually giving you hickeys.

“Yes, I love that you can’t keep your hands off of me.” 

Almost immediately, you can feel his lips curve into a smile on your skin. Pop! Jeno marvels the darkness against your skin in the mood lighting. A small part of him hopes you do end up seeing your boyfriend sometime soon, so he can see who you really belong to.

“How about we try touching like this?” Jeno pushes you down hard against his pelvis, the veins on his hands becoming evident from the grip and the tiny drawings permanently staining his fingers.

You gasp the moment you feel Jeno’s hip begin to move underneath you to the beat of the song. He rolls your hips rhythmically to match his speed. His clothed hard on can be felt through the only barrier you have on --- your panties.

The thin fabric is soon drenched in your juices after the continuous friction up and down his length. You throw your head back to every bump against your clit, the electrifying feeling enact more of your wetness to puddle. 

You can’t believe you were grinding against Jeno in the middle of a full party, as if his friends aren’t a few feet away. It is a good thing that your skirt pools around both of your waists to conceal the dirty deed underneath.

Jeno’s lip escapes under his top row of teeth as he rubs his clothed length against your barely covered pussy. He can feel his jeans dampening from your wetness and his eyes roll to the back of his head from how the feeling of wanting you consumes his body. He really becomes uncontrollable when it comes to you. 

This is the most sexual activity you have had with another person for over a year. Jeno just looks absolutely heavenly intoxicated with lust, and your mouth waters at how big his cock must be. You can feel his length the harder Jeno rolls against you, and it is definitely bigger than your boyfriend’s. 

You are trying so hard to stay quiet and unnoticeable, but the pleasure seeps out every crevice. Jeno is trained on you as your hand reaches up to cover your mouth, the muffled whimpers escaping your lips uncontrollably.

“I’m so close.” You admit, your body jolting every time his jean button grazes against your sensitive bud.

Jeno moves you over his thigh, forgetting his incredibly hard dick straining in his jeans. As long as you are satisfied, he can care less about his own pleasure. A low scream erupts from your throat when he flexes against you. 

His thigh is much more stable, with more control for consistency. You quickly notice the dark, wet spot on his jeans and you blush even harder. Your underwear clings onto you from the excessive moisture, but Jeno continues to help you finish.

The strands of hair cover your face, but Jeno needs to see your fucked out expression. He is taken aback when you start riding his thigh faster, grinding harder without the aid of his hands.

His mouth hangs slightly open in awe at your neediness, he truly did not know the extent of your sexual frustrations. Oh, but how he is incredibly turned on by you getting off on him. 

“I want you to cum for me, you deserve it.” Jeno brings you in for another passionate kiss. The mixture of his tongue sucking harshly on yours, and the friction on your clit are more than enough to reach your climax. 

Your legs clenched tightly around Jeno’s thigh. The small knot in your stomach that built, drops like the beat playing in the background. The feeling of white is familiar, but it is more intense than when you would touch yourself. You are finally receiving the pleasure from someone else’s touch, someone who wants you to unravel for him.

Jeno pulls away from your lips, kissing down your neck and collarbones as your chest heaves for air. His palm soothes your shaking legs as your climax subsides. You fall into his arms, and he laughs. The reality that you two just did that publicly registers in both of your minds.

Digging your shy face further into Jeno’s shoulder, he whispers lovingly, “let me drive you home.” 

“Are you still drunk?” The muffled question tickles Jeno’s neck.

“I think you beautifully cumming on my thigh sobered me up.” He jokes and you quickly cover his mouth. Your heart practically stops and you hope no one else heard him.

It is silly that you are now self conscious, as if the whole room didn’t just watch you and Jeno grind on the couch. But, the feeling of embarrassment and regret lingers in your stomach. You mentally thank the dark room for concealing both of your identities.

“I’m sorry for your jeans.” A pout begs for forgiveness as you stare at Jeno’s beaming smile. He takes your hand off of his mouth, not forgetting to give your fingertips a lingering kiss.

“I’m sorry for your boyfriend. He doesn’t know what he’s missing.” Jeno parts your hair from your neck, admiring the marks he left on you. A small sense of pride builds inside of him, accompanied by a tiny bundle of possessiveness.

“Let me say goodbye to the boys and I’ll take you home.” 

Nodding, Jeno carefully lifts you off of him and onto the cushion. He leans over to kiss your cheek. As he gets up, you see the darker shades on his jeans from your doing. However, Jeno is completely unbothered and continues to find his friends.

Now that you are alone, you feel a bit nervous that someone would come up to you and talk about what they saw. Checking your phone, your screen blinds you with absolutely no notifications from your boyfriend. Going on social media is worse, as you scroll to see that your boyfriend posted a photo.

It is a photo of his hot, red polished car. He obnoxiously posed squatting next to the front wheel, his lips puckered up and kissing the rims. With a caption that makes every regret in your body disappear, “with my one and only.” 

The phone is tossed somewhere else, wishing to delete the image from your memory. Your eyes wander around the room, when they spot a suspicious man sneakily dropping a small pill in an unattended drink. He, then, looks up and catches your stare. Caught red handed. 

But the male smugly smirks, “you’re going to pretend you didn’t see that, like how half of this room pretended to not see you grinding on Jeno.” 

“You’re complete scum, I can’t believe you just roofied someone’s drink.” You yell in utter disbelief at the unwavering man. His disgusting smirk changes into a menacing smile.

He approaches you, his height allowing him to tower above. You gulp, scared at how he can easily overpower you at any second.

“And what are you going to do about it? What? Jeno didn’t loosen you up enough?” His revolting hot breath beating down your nose, invading every corner of your personal space. 

Before you can find any insult to speak back, his figure goes flying sideways and out of your face. It’d be a lie to not admit your heart skipping a beat at the sight of Jeno’s clenched fists and locked jaw. His sharp gaze watches as the stranger gets up from the ground, inflammation already growing on his left cheek.

“Dude, what the fuck!” He shouts angrily, holding his cheekbone as he winces at the pain. Immediately, the conversations are replaced with gasps, and small whispers at the sight. People gather around the living room to see the commotion. Even you are unsure how to react to the sudden fight.

The other man lunges at Jeno with full force, but Jeno stops him by grabbing the man’s collar, “this,” Jeno punches his lip, busting it open, “is for dropping a roofie in someone’s drink.”

The stranger groans at the impact, but still gets up with a fist straight for Jeno’s gut. Watching Jeno take a blow is much more difficult than you had been expecting.

He crouches over from the punch, but quickly regains his composure to put the man in a headlock. A few more gasps erupt and wonder if you should stop him before he does something unnecessarily stupid. 

“This,” the man squirms to try to get out of Jeno’s iron grip, “is for disrespecting my babygirl.” And with a shift snap, the male falls limp and unconscious.

A surprised intake of air and Jeno peers up at your scared expression. He calmly walks over to you, ignoring the swarm of people that had gathered around the scene. He can only see one thing — you. Jeno’s wandering eyes try to read your expression, but all he sees is a terrified girl.

“I’m sorry you had to see that, are you okay, (Y/N)?” 

Blinking blankly for a few moments, you are mortified at the laying body, “what did you do to him?” 

Jeno looks back at the stranger casually, “I put him to sleep for a bit. He’ll wake up in about 20 minutes.”

A rush of reassurance washes over you knowing that he is alive and Jeno didn’t just kill someone in front of you. You exhale all the anxiousness and nerves, 

“thank you for stepping in.”

“I don’t fight without a good reason. You are more than a perfect reason to fight for.” He pinches your cheek cutely, and his tough exterior fades away yet again. 

His famous eye smile that warms your insides is back as if the scary, intimidating expression didn’t exist a few seconds ago. Jeno’s good sides only appear with you. Nevertheless, you are happy to know how special you are to see them. 

“Violence is never the answer.” He nods, only taking it for a grain of salt. “Are you okay? It looked like stringbean knocked some wind out of your gut.”

The teddy bear thrusts himself forward into a fit of laughter, his head resting on your lap. His melody lights every dark corner inside of you. “He did get a good punch in there, didn’t he?”

His rumbling laughter stops, and he peers up at you. “I can’t believe you were still worried about a complete asshole.” 

Scoffing, you break the shared gaze. “I’m a compassionate human being.” Jeno stands up, extending his hand for you to take.

“I know, you’re the best kind of person.” He genuinely means it with the way his tone remains quite stern, eye contact unwavering. He is revealing more of his intimate parts, and in return, you wish for him to see your’s. 

Silence drowns out all the commotion between you two. Jeno grows shy at the way the galaxies reflect in your stare. “I--” Never once, did you think you would witness Lee Jeno stammer over his words. “I-I, let’s-- I want to take you for a drive.” 

To Jeno, a drive to him is equivalent to your hand in marriage. Even his own girlfriend has never been on a drive with him. It is a big part of his personality, given that he is a crucial member of the Ridin’ Club. However, out of all of them, he is the last one to flaunt his hobby. It is special, almost sacred to his entire being. 

“Me?” It is the dumbest question to ask, but you really want to clarify his intentions. Before this night, you two were barely considered friends. You two never saw each other outside of the late night parties.

But now, Lee Jeno wants to take you on a drive. It makes you wonder if the desire of companionship is mutual, that he too pines to further your relationship.

“I’m not looking at anyone else,” Jeno still waiting for your hand and holding an intense eye contact. His heart lays exposed for you, just right on his sleeve. An innocence paints his usual intimidating aura, “let me show my special girl, what is special to me.” 

He must possess some magic because he knows every way to make you swoon. And like that, your palm meets his and he locks his fingers between yours. 

The moment you enter Jeno’s striking, eye catching car, you automatically relax into the leather seats. His pristine car matches his personality --- simple, but captivating. Your boyfriend’s car is the exact opposite, which is why you never enjoy sitting in it.

Jeno has pieces of himself that scatter his car, like an adorable small plushie that watches out the back window. A beaded lanyard dangles from his rear view mirror. It even matches his scent of a deep ocean breeze.

Unlike your boyfriend’s obnoxious details, Jeno did not have a light up stereo that flashed annoyingly to every beat drop in a song. Instead, a sweet lilac color illuminates at your feet, along with his. 

“You like what you see?” Jeno catches you astonish at the tiny aspects of the interior. 

“Of course, it’s yours. It’s exactly like how I would imagine it to be.” Jeno is proud, hearing you praise his car. Even he can admit, it is a bit weird to be so connected to an inanimate object.

Nevertheless, his car, racing, driving became a huge part of his life. And unlike his friends, he feels rather shy and slightly embarrassed for being such a geek. 

But hearing you actually appreciating the small details of his car when you probably hate every aspect of racing due to your boyfriend’s doing, it makes him feel very happy.

Maybe happy is an understatement, more like overjoy at how you freely can recognize the things that make him content. You respect him, and are mindful that as mundane as a car is, you know that it is something important to him.

Silence becomes the majority of the ride out of the quiet, suburban neighborhood. While Jeno’s eyes remain focused on the road ahead, you are concentrated on him.

He drives with one hand on the wheel as he rests his elbow on the middle console. His eyebrow creases here and there. It is the most normal, mundane activity anyone can do --- drive. That is all he is doing, yet the effect it suddenly has on you can not go unnoticed. 

Abruptly, with the rev of the engine and a press on the gas, the car practically flies on the empty freeway. It catches you off guard, causing you to hold onto the grab handle. Jeno peeks over at your shocked figure, and smiles to himself.

“Relax, (Y/N).” He calls your name, reaching over to rub your thigh as a way to calm your anxiousness. Automatically, your hand grips onto his for support and the other one drops from the handle. 

Exhaling, your eyes are trained ahead. The car is moving so fast that you can’t even make out anything around you. Everything becomes nothing, but colorful streaks against a dark background. The gravity against your chest feels crushing.

“How-- How fast are you going?” 

Jeno glances at the speedometer and intertwines your fingers into his own. “I don’t think I should tell you that, you might actually have a heart attack.” 

The window rolls down and you are hit with rumbling wind, “I know you’re scared right now, so stick your head out the window and take a deep breath.”

You look at him in pure fear, “what?! I can’t even move, let alone stick my head out the window!”

Jeno shakes his head, “trust me. Please, trust me.” He needs you to experience the same thrill he does. His own adrenaline is through the roof, out the entire atmosphere of the vehicle. The amount of joy he is experiencing became tenfold now that you are sitting beside him. 

You trust him and very meticulously, go against the wind. Your hair crazily dances along with the rush and your eyes water from being dried out. Adjusting to the pressure, you also stick your hand out the window. It whips backward, but you feel the wind slip between your fingers.

The rise in heartbeat and excitement pump through your veins. The beauty in the white streaks that create a runway, it is nothing but you and the open space. There is no other way to explore it, except at a high pace. You understand why Jeno loved it so much. 

Jeno bounces between the road and half of your figure out his window. Your eyes are closed initially, before you barely squint open. Tears fly by with strands of your hair, but you start to move your hand to physically feel the thrill pass between your fingers.

Then he sees it in the side mirror: the sweet curve in your lips he loves the most and the wideness of life in your eyes. It only makes him press the gas harder.

“That was incredible! You should take me riding with you more.” You marvel at him as he starts the route to your place. It is complete playfulness that hints in your tone because you are aware of how sacred these are to him. Nevertheless, a part of you still hopes he agrees to do so.

Jeno nods, “only because I like you,” He pauses, gauging your reaction with his side eye gaze, “a lot.”

Your heart sinks to an unsettling place in your stomach. Jeno could not possibly be serious, however, his tone no longer matches the playfulness of your own. It almost seems like he is telling the truth. But you didn’t want to believe that. 

Your eyes make a full circle before settling at the disappearing sidewalks, “stay in your lane, Jeno.” It is to keep the mood still light, you and Jeno aren’t ones to be serious. 

His hand has been on your thigh for the whole night, whether it be out of habit or comfort. His touch is always welcoming and warm, but suddenly, you feel the small squeeze on your flesh. Turning your attention on his face, you can see how a smirk has grown. 

“But yours seems much more fun.” Immediately, your stomach leaps with somersaults. Your throat gets dry and tight, not anticipating that response. 

“Beside, you can’t act like we both haven’t swerved. It was barely moments ago that you were cum---”

“---No need to further explain.” 

“And I’d proudly do it again.” His voice drops several decibels and his hand slowly snakes it’s way up your thigh. All the while, his eyes still on the road ahead.

You gulp as every heartbeat constricts your throat. Lifting the ends of your skirt higher to expose more, you secretly want Jeno to cause your legs to shake again. “D-Do what again?”

Jeno perks up to the sweetness of curiosity in your tone. He pulls up to a red stoplight, being able to finally look over to your innocent face and needy hands gripping the cute, thin fabric. He stares deeply into your eyes, “make my baby cum.” 

Similarly to the stoplight, you give Jeno the green light to pull your panties to the side. You spread your legs wide as his finger massages your pussy lips. He gets dangerously close to your erect clit, barely skimming over it. 

A needy, yet delicate moan escapes your lips and Jeno’s jaw tightens. He’s more upset that he’s missing the view of your legs spread, open mouth in ecstasy, half lid eyes all in the passenger seat of his car. He hopes for another red light, just so he can peek over at your delicious figure.

“Jeno, please touch me.” Your voice is airy and desperate. He hummed in response, completely withdrawing his hand from your core. However, you catch his wrist and bring it to rest on your inner thigh. “Please.” 

The distinct beg in your tone drives him crazy. As he dips his finger into your sudden wetness, a shiver runs up your spine. Right when he applies minimal pressure on your bundle of nerves, you jolt and close your thighs around his hand.

One touch already feels too good to be true, that finally someone, Lee fucking Jeno, is actually touching your nakedness. Peering down, Jeno’s arm is flexing in between your legs. His veins popping ever so slightly and his tattoos paint his smooth skin. 

“Open your legs, babe.” His low devilish chuckle rumbles in your lower abdomen. “Let me give you the lovin’ you’ve been deprived of.” 

You shudder at his cadence and slowly pry open your legs. Jeno stops at a red light and gets to see your reaction as he rubs you in a fast rhythmic pace. A soft cry yelps from your throat and you have to grip the handle to keep yourself from spazzing out any further. 

Almost like a trance, he doesn’t notice that the light turns green. He’s locked into the sight of your contorting body. Your hips have a mind of its own, yet again, as Jeno feels you rolling deeper into his touch.

“Poor baby, you’re so touch starved that you can’t control yourself.” 

“It feels better when you do it.” You whine, your lip being bruised from your biting. But your eyes notice the green illumination and you blink over at Jeno.

He is practically drooling at the sight of you, his eyes are trained at your needy hips and dripping wet core that soaks his fingers. You stop every urge to steal more kisses from him.

Jeno briefly recovers from the trance and steps on the gas. He takes this opportunity to ease a finger into the core, causing you to exclaim and squeeze around his digit. “Oh fuck, you’re so tight.” 

“More, Jeno.” The way his name rolls off of your tongue makes his heart flutter and his dick to raise in his jeans. Without much hesitation, he slowly slips in another finger and you moan at the stretch. Pumping and curling, he ensures that you are enjoying every action.

His fingers curl against your plushy flesh and your legs spread wider for him to go deeper. You’re a moaning mess when he curls up to your sweet spot, rubbing his fingertips quickly. The familiar queasy feeling builds in your lower regions, and Jeno becomes merciless with his fingers.

He guides them in and out of you, feeling your tightness release and invite him back in. The sloppy wet noises fill the car and drown out the engine. Your half lidded eyes bounce at Jeno’s unbothered figure and the entire scene seems absolutely unbelievable to you.

One hand on the wheel. The other knuckles deep in your pussy. Eyes focus on the road ahead. A comfortable man spread. His hair is messy from the long night.

It is all too unbelievable, that Jeno’s already giving you a second climax of the night when you could barely get one in a year before. And he loves touching you as much as he loves driving. 

However, the guilty raises as fast as the ball of tension in your gut. You two pull up in front of your apartment building, while Jeno’s tugging his fingers against your flesh aggressively. In a split second, you hold onto his wrist to stop him. 

He shifts into park when the car settles into a spot and peers over to you. A curious expression daunts onto him, rather concern that he might have been too much. “I’m starting to feel guilty.” 

Jeno nods, and retrieves his fingers out of your dripping core. The feeling of emptiness causes all the built up pressure to dissipate.

“I understand,” he begins, but pauses at the sight of your sticky juices glistening on his fingers. Your eyes widen as he licks them clean, a soft moan escaping from the back of his throat. 

The small action spikes your heart rate and you rub your legs together. With a pop! Jeno hums delightfully, “baby, you taste so good. I’m a little sad I won’t be tasting more, especially directly from the source.” His lustful eyes glance down at your thighs and back to your profile. 

“I’ll walk you up to your apartment.” He says way too casually, unbuckling his seat belt. A mixture of emotions are running through your head. There is guilt, but lust is too powerful to ignore, especially when it’s Lee Jeno. The damage is already done, right? It’s not like it wasn’t moments ago that you humped him in the middle of a party. 

“Wait,” your hands find themselves gripping onto his leather jacket tightly. Jeno gently reaches over to release your strong grip and replaces the leather with his hand. 

“Yes, babygirl?” Jeno’s round, friendly eyes meet yours. The lust clouded darkness is no longer there. His hand feels hot and somewhat rough. 

“I’m going to break up with my boyfriend, so promise me, you’re not going to dip out of my life afterwards… I don’t need you to be anything more than a friend. I just can’t lose you too.”

He turns around in his seat to face you comfortably. “I don’t think you’ve noticed, but I can’t stay away from you, let alone have the ability to leave you.” He reassures you with a soothing and calm tone. His thumb draws circles around your knuckles. “I’m always going to be your friend, whether or not I know how you taste.” 

“Do you still want to try it … you know, from the source?” You shyly ask, an innocence embodying your gaze and voice cadence.

Jeno raises an eyebrow, a smirk on his lips. “I’d love to, only if you let me.” 

Instantly, you shift to get on your lower back. Jeno watches as you excitedly position yourself open for him and actually finds your eagerness quite adorable. Your left leg bends behind the driver’s seat and your right rests on the dashboard. 

He hooks his arms underneath your thighs to pull you forward towards him and your whole body slides against the leather. With a slow lift, your skirt reveals your drenched panties. Rolling them off and tossing them to the back seat, he lays eyes on your still dripping pussy. Jeno takes a second to admire your flower, this being his first time he’s seen such a private part of you.

“You’re beautiful, you know that right?” He chuckles deeply, before his tongue licks a long strip up to your clit. You exclaim out of the tingling pleasure that seized your insides.

He flattens his tongue against your bundle of nerves, flicking and circling. His finger enters your pussy again, curling up to rub at the same pace he is licking. The pure sight of Jeno’s head in between your legs is enough for butterflies to explode. 

His sole motive is to make you feel good. There is nothing else in the world that he wants at this moment beside pleasure to overtake your body. Jeno eats you out like he hasn’t had a meal in months. His mouth wraps around your clit. The mixture of his flicks and sucks cause electric bolts to run down your legs. 

You get more wet as Jeno pumps his finger in and out of your hole. Your juices are practically dripping onto the interior of the car, but Jeno doesn’t care.

He fucking loves it. He loves the taste of you lingering on his tongue. Your breathless moans. Your waterfall dripping on uncontrollably. The view of you unwinding because of him. Nothing can be more perfect. 

Running your hands through his messy locks, you press him closer into you. A devilish smile draws on his face as he flicks his tongue side to side. “Oh, fuck! I’m.. so c--close.” 

Your back arches upward into Jeno’s mouth, feeling his muscle lick harder and faster on your throbbing clit. He adds a second finger, and the simultaneous stimulation practically throws you into another dimension. The pleasure overtakes your entire lower half, your legs trembling from pure ecstasy as you approach your orgasm.

“Don’t stop, I’m going to---” Then, Jeno pulls away and shoves his tongue into your warmth. A gasp hits the air as he also continues to rub circles on your sensitive nerves. His tongue fucked your pussy incredibly skillfully and deliciously. With this switch, your legs violently shake and try clamping together.

However, his strength holds you wide and open for display. A low grunt follows suit as his dark eyes zone in on your contoured facial expressions. Then, the white light blind you once again and the ball of tension unravels itself on Jeno’s tongue. Squirming and screaming, your hips buck forward on their own. 

It is close to being too catastrophic, this being the most intense orgasm you’ve had after a whole year. Nevertheless, the satisfaction is right on the tips of your toes and you greedily indulge in the euphoric moment. Jeno feels your walls squeeze around his muscle as he laps every last bit of you up.

He is absolutely addicted to your juices, making sure he catches every drop. Finally pulling away, he wipes the extra drip on the back of his hand. Jeno blinks at your raising chest and limp legs. Chuckling, his warm hand massages feeling back into your body.

“Do you want me to carry you back up?” His hoarse, raspy voice wakes you from your post orgasm daydream. You flutter your lashes at him fondly and happily nod at his offer. 

Getting out of the car, Jeno walks over to the passenger side and your arms rest nicely around his neck. His palms support your butt, but also smoothing your skirt over to cover your decency. A poke against your outer thigh makes you realize that Jeno is strained against his jeans.

“I can take care of you too.” You pout cutely at Jeno, but he shakes his head.

“It’s not about me tonight. It’s about you.” Leaving a soft kiss on your cheek, his eyes turn into moon crescents from his lovable smile. The kind, friendliness makes an appearance again.

Or so you think! In a sheer second, Jeno’s deep voice rumbles your stomach and his hooded eyes pierce your soul, “next time though, I’m fucking you real good, babe.” 

You hum in response. Saliva collects in your mouth, already looking forward to more of Jeno. But a chilly draft brushes up your exposed area as Jeno carries you up the flight of stairs.

“Wait, Jeno… I don’t have my underwear on.” The ‘Level 3’ sign is in view as Jeno turns to walk. 

He only laughs and shrugs nonchalantly, “it’s better that way anyways.” Without another word, he continues upward to your floor and you playfully punch his solid chest. In all honesty, that’s not going to be the only time you leave behind your panties in his beloved car. 

Your hatred for the notorious Ridin’ Club subside after such a wild night. If anything, you owe it all to your shitty ex-boyfriend for joining such a ridiculous club. Without him and the club’s existence, who knows if Lee Jeno would’ve still swerve into your lane. 

[yoddream]

part 1 is here

(TW: talks of weight and clothing size)

It had been a couple months since Jeno apologized. It had been rough at times, for he had missed out on a lot with not only you but your other friends as well. Renjun had also gotten into a relationship, so he wasn’t available as much, but he always made time for you guys, and sometimes one of you would invite his partner along.

Jaemin was back home for a family emergency, so he’d missed out on the initial reunion. He had returned not too long after, but when he did he’d given Jeno the cold shoulder for almost two weeks. everyone had felt it was a little excessive, but he stood his ground until he was ready.

Mark and Haechan had had a huge fight, resulting in them taking a break for about a month. It had resulted in you and Haechan eating a bunch of takeout while watching youtube videos multiple nights a week. Nobody knew what the fight was actually about, but it made everyone worried the couple would break up permanently.

Jisung and Chenle were the only ones that didn’t really have anything happen to them. They still attended class and hung out with the group, but that was it. It was almost as if they were immune to any drama.

When it seemed like everything had settled, you were worried about something else coming up to ruin everything. It seemed to good to be true for everything to feel right again. Was a random quiz going to pop up in one of your classes? Would your apartment flood? We’re your parents going to call you with bad news?

No. Instead, you ran into Yeeun.

You’d gone to the boba shop a few blocks away from your apartment to reward yourself for getting your essay done a couple days before it was due. Sure, you could’ve gone whenever, but rewarding yourself with it motivated you, and it made the drink taste that much better. Jeno was back at your place, still writing his paper, so you’d offered to get him some to keep going, which then turned into you offering to get some for Haechan and Mark as well.

When you walked into the shop, you almost bumped into Yeeun. She looked as put-together as usual, with her hair glossy and straight, an outfit that consisted of baggy jeans and a cropped cardigan, and perfect makeup to accentuate her big eyes. It reminded you of how despite her obviously looking upset the days after the break up, she still put herself together as if nothing had happened.

“O-oh. Hi Yeeun,” you said hesitantly.

She smiled brightly, which shocked you. “Hi, Y/N! How have you been?”

“I’ve been doing well. How—how have you been?” you asked.

“I’ve been doing okay. The break-up’s been rough, but my friends are helping me get through it. How’s Jeno been doing?”

“Not well. He’s been upset, but we’re doing everything we can to get his mind off it,” you explained.

“That’s good. Well, I have class in a few minutes, so I should get going.” As she walked around you, you spun around and called out her name. She turned to you with her eyebrows raised as she waited.

“Can I ask why you broke up with Jeno? None of us have been able to figure it out.”

She smiled sadly. “One time, he and I were eating lunch in the hall. You and your friends were sitting on the other side, looking over every once in a while until you picked up your phone and texted him. You had asked to hang out for movie night, but he said he already had plans with me. You just looked so sad and heartbroken, and I had remembered him talk about your movie nights and how special they were. Seeing how you reacted, I’d sneaked a look at his phone and saw that he’d turned you down almost every time you asked to hang out. I couldn’t get in the way of a friendship like that, especially knowing how close you were before I started dating him.”

“Why didn’t you just talk to him about it?” you asked genuinely.

“I thought about it, but something told me it wouldn’t have done anything,” she explained. When she looked at her watch, she cursed. “I really gotta go. You should text me, though! We can have a girls’ day!”

Once you’d gotten your order, you rushed back to your apartment and practically threw Jeno’s drink at him before rushing down the hall to Haechan’s room. With your free hand, you banged on the door while shouting “Code pink! Code pink!”

Code pink: ran into someone’s ex.

The door flew open, and you handed Mark his drink before pushing past him to grab Haechan. Dragging your roommate into your bedroom, you locked the door behind you and led him into your closet before closing the door behind you as well to assure nobody heard you talk.

“This story better be good enough for you to drag me back into the closet,” Haechan joked.

“Shut up, idiot. I ran into Yeeun.”

“What?!”

You shushed him harshly. “I don’t need those two breaking into my room trying to figure out what we’re talking about!”

“Tell. Me. Everything.”

So you did. The whole time you told your story, his eyes were wide as he took everything in. There were guesses as to why she’d broken up with Jeno, but nobody was close to the actual reason. And to hear that she wanted to stay in contact with you? It seemed impossible.

When you were done, Haechan sat there without saying a single word. What could he even say? Yeeun and Jeno had had a relationship that seemed perfectly fine. They weren’t toxic towards each other, and they weren’t nasty to each other’s friends.

“I never thought I’d hear about a couple breaking up to help someone outside of their relationship,” he finally said.

“Well, parents break up all the time because it’s better for their child,” you pointed out.

“But that kid is a part of the relationship. It’s their child. Breaking up because a friend is hurting? That’s new to me.”

There was a pause before you asked, “What do I do now?”

Haechan let out a big sigh. “I have no idea. If you wanna be friends with her, I don’t see why not. I would just wait a couple days before you text her. As for Jeno—well, there’s no way to tell how he would react.”

“Are you guys done? Hyuckie and I were supposed to watch a movie!” Mark called out.

Haechan rolled his eyes before muttering, “And everyone says I’m obsessed with him.”

“Go have your date night. I’m gonna see if Jeno needs help with his essay,” you said, shoving Haechan when he wiggled his eyebrows at you.

Haechan liked to joke that you and Jeno were dating, even though everyone knew you didn’t like each other. It had been an ongoing joke since you were in high school, but it’d stopped while Jeno and Yeeun were still together.

When you opened your bedroom door, Jeno and Mark were standing right there. Mark immediately grabbed Haechan and dragged him across the hall, leaving you with your best friend. He was staring at you with an unreadable expression, which worried you a little. Did he hear you?

“What are you hiding?” he asked, a smirk growing on his face.

You groaned loudly. “You asshole! I thought you were actually upset with me.”

“I’m just surprised that it’s a secret I’m not allowed to know,” he stated.

"I’ll tell you at some point. How’s your paper coming?”

Jeno frowned instead of responding. You immediately knew what he wanted. Jeno had always had a problem with expressing himself, so you learned how to read him. What he wanted right now? He wanted to cuddle. The only problem was that if you went with it, he’d never get his paper done. It was due tonight.

“Jeno, you better get that assignment done. Don’t make me regret buying that boba for you,” you said.

With his frown deepening, Jeno turned and headed back to the living room. You took a sip of your drink and closed the door. He was being dramatic; he knew he could come to you after he was done.

You snuggled into your bed and started watching a video on your phone. You could feel your eyelids getting heavy, but you did everything you could to fight against it. As time went on, it got harder and harder. By the time you were about to fall asleep, there was a soft knock on your door before it slowly creaked open. Jeno shuffled himself in and closed the door behind him before turning to you. Without a word, you lifted the edge of your comforter and let him crawl in. His long hair fell over his eyes by the time he settled, so you gently pushed it away. He threw an arm over your torso and pulled you close, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. You felt your whole body melt; it was just like old times.

///

A couple weeks had passed since you’d run into Yeeun. The two of you texted, and you’d even hung out with her a few times. Jeno either hadn’t found out yet, or he didn’t care. You were hoping it was the latter, but there was a good chance that wasn’t the case. He still seemed to be pretty heartbroken.

“What about this one?” Yeeun asked, holding up a dress.

The two of you were at the mall, shopping for a party. You’d never really gone to one, so you had one idea what to wear. The last time you were invited to a party, you didn’t want to go, so the guys had gone without you. It was actually how Jeno had met Yeeun.

“It’s cute,” you said. The dress was a bodycon that had a ruffle along the bottom. The straps were tied on the tops of the shoulders, and the fabric was a light pink. You could already tell it would look really nice on her.

“Yeah...I just don’t know if it’ll be good enough for the party,” she mumbled with a pout.

“Honestly, Yeeun, I think you could wear whatever the hell you wanted and look good,” you told her.

She frowned. “I guess. Well, how about you try it on?”

“No way. I could never wear that,” you stated with a firm shake of your head.

“Of course you can! Look, they have it in your size.” She swapped the dresses on the rack and held it out to you. “You don’t have to get it, but you can totally try it on. It’s not going to hurt you.”

“It could hurt my self-esteem,” you mumbled.

Yeeun took a step forward and gently grabbed you by the shoulders. “I know it’s not something you’d normally wear, but it’s just for fun. You are absolutely stunning, even if you think you aren’t. Trying on clothing is to see how something fits, not how you look in the clothing. If it feels too tight in certain areas, then you try a size up to see how that feels. It’s based on your level of comfort, not how you look. That’s why we try on clothes. A medium dress from here could be an extra-large dress from another store. Also, this color would look pretty on you.”

You paused. “Didn’t you just say that it’s not based on how you look?”

She rolled her eyes with a smile. “When it comes to how it fits on your body, silly. Color is completely different. This shade of pink may look better with your skin tone than a different shade of pink. C’mon, please?”

Sighing, you took the dress and dragged your feet to the fitting room. When you closed the door and locked it, you took a deep breath before starting to undress. Avoiding your reflection, you took the dress off the hanger and stepped into it before sliding it up. Once your arms were completely through the straps and the dress was settled, you turned to your reflection and grimaced. Clearly, it was too small, but you tried to remember what Yeeun said.

A medium dress from here could be an extra-large dress from another store.

“Y/N? How does it feel?” Yeeun called out.

Taking another deep breath, you opened the door and stepped out. She looked up from her phone and frowned. Your heart felt heavy as your stomach dropped. Did you really look that bad?

“Let me get a size up. See, this is what I meant when I said sizes are different in each store!” she called out while running back to the rack. She came back with a smile on her face. “I know it’s difficult to ignore what size the tag says. Trust me, a lot of people worry about it. I used to all the time, and I still do it every once in a while. But just remember that companies suck and they’re always fucking somebody over, whether that’s somebody that has a body more like Tess Holliday or somebody with a body more like Winnie Harlow. Now, switch into this dress and see how it fits.”

You did as you were told and looked at your reflection once again. Trying to keep in mind what Yeeun said, you thought about how the dress fit. It wasn’t cutting into your underarms anymore, and you felt like you could breathe without popping a stitch. When you stepped out, she squealed and clasped her hands together.

“You look so hot, no lie! How do you feel?” she asked.

“Little uncomfortable, but mostly because I don’t usually wear bodycon dresses,” you admitted. “But...”

“But?”

“But I think I could see myself wearing it. Maybe not to the party, but sometime in the near future.”

The grin on her face grew. “That’s what I like to hear.”

///

On the night of the party, Haechan was at Mark’s, leaving you alone with the apartment. You took your time getting ready, dancing around to the music that was playing on your phone. The party wasn’t for another couple hours, which gave you more than enough time to finish your makeup and hair. Your phone vibrated a couple times, but you figured it was just the group chat. They’d been blowing it up while you were in the shower, but you hadn’t read any of it.

You’d decided to wear the dress, telling yourself that you could leave if you felt uncomfortable. It was a big step for you, maybe even too big, but you wanted to try.

Once you were ready, you grabbed your bag and keys and opened your apartment door. On the other side was Jeno, wearing jeans and a sweatshirt. You stumbled back a little in surprise, your eyes wide at the sudden appearance of your best friend.

“Hey, what are you doing here?” you asked.

“I texted you, asking if you wanted to get some ice cream. I figured I’d show up when you didn’t answer.” He looked you up and down with a smile. “You look very pretty. Where are you going?”

“Um, Yeeun actually invited me to her party,” you mumbled.

His eyebrows raised in shock. “Oh. I didn’t know you two were talking.”

“Yeah. I, uh, I ran into her when I went to pick up boba.”

He grinned. “Is that what that code pink was about?”

“Maybe. You aren’t mad, are you?”

“I’m a little upset that you didn’t tell me, but I understand why you didn’t. Besides, I’m almost over the breakup,” he assured you. “I can drop you off, if you want. I’ll be driving by the sorority on my way home, so it’s not like I’ll be going out of my way.”

“Fine, but only because I wanna drink but don’t want to take an Uber,” you reasoned.

The ride over was filled with Jeno’s soft playlist. He always listened to it when he was studying or trying to nap because it kept him calm, so you were surprised to hear it in the car. When you asked about it, he told you that he liked to listen to it when he was driving at night. “It kept the calm ambience,” was his short explanation.

“Call me if you need a ride home, okay?” he asked once he was parked by the curb. “Or text me if you don’t. Just—let me know you’re okay, yeah?”

You rolled your eyes with a grin. “Yes, Jeno. Thank you for the ride.”

You didn’t hear his car drive off until the front door was open. Stepping inside, you immediately felt lost. It was loud, it was crowded, and it smelled like alcohol. Looking around, you tried to find a familiar face, but nobody was standing out.

“Y/N!”

Turning to your left, your eyes landed on Yeeun. She was wear a red, strapless dress that hugged her figure. Her makeup was simple, but it didn’t matter when she was as gorgeous as she was. Her eyes lit up when she saw what you were wearing before she hurried over.

“You decided to wear the dress!” she shouted.

“I did,” you said with a smile.

“Well, you look absolutely stunning. Come on, let’s get you a drink, and then I’ll introduce you to my friends!”

Alcohol was just what you needed to loosen up. Soon, you were joking around with Yeeun and her friends, and then you were dancing, and then you were taking shots, and then you were stumbling. Sorn handed you another shot glass, which you downed despite Yeeun telling you to slow down. You ignored her and kept drinking.

///

The first thing you noticed was the smell of the room. It was familiar, but you didn’t know how. Then, it was how stiff your body felt. Finally, the headache. Could it even be considered a headache? It felt like someone just kept stabbing your skull. When you opened your eyes, the room was dark. The clock on the nightstand said that it was almost eleven, though, which meant the blackout curtains were drawn.

So, you were in Jeno’s room.

You slowly rolled over and knocked into the boy, groaning as your head seemed to hurt even more. Slowly, you turned until you were facing him. Well, facing his back. He was facing away from you, snoring away. Without hesitation, you threw your arm over his waist and clung to him as you buried your face into the back of his neck, which woke him up.

“Hm, good morning,” he mumbled.

“Hurts,” you whined.

“Yeah, you were almost passed out by the time I got to the sorority. Thank Yeeun for calling me,” he replied.

“She called you?” you asked, your stomach clenching. Was it from the hangover?

“Yup. Honestly, I was pretty shocked to see her name pop up when my phone rang, but I’m glad. She was worried something would happen to you, but she trusted me to take care of you.” He rolled over, and you could barely make out his face. You did see a frown, though. “That’s the last time I try helping you change without exposing or touching anything. Who knew you’d be the kind of drunk that tries to strip?”

“Oh my god,” you whispered while hiding your face in his chest.

“My reaction exactly.”

“You didn’t see anything, did you?”

“No. I managed to stop you as you untied the second strap.”

With a groan, you rolled away and sat on the edge of the bed. He laughed before following you, squeezing your shoulder as he got up. He promised to make you breakfast and get you painkillers while you showered. You took your time in the bathroom, making sure not a single centimeter of your body felt dirty and gross. When you were done, you got dressed in the same t-shirt and sweatpants before heading into the kitchen.

Jeno was facing the stove, cooking some eggs and hash. When he heard you shuffle in, his turned around with a smile, but it dropped almost immediately. You frowned, unsure of why he looked at you like that. Shutting off the stove, he put his spatula down and walked over. He stopped in front of you before slowly bending down and capturing your lips in a soft kiss. You froze in shock before relaxing, your whole body melting under his touch. When he pulled away, you opened your eyes and raised your eyebrows.

“Oh,” you said.

“What?” he asked.

“Well, that makes sense.”

Letting out a surprised laugh, he questioned, “What makes sense?”

“I don’t know. It just—it makes sense! You kissing me just makes sense!”

“You’re so weird,” he said with a grin before leaning down to kiss you again.

There was a lot that still needed to be talked about. Neither of you could simply enter a relationship before talking about your feelings and going on dates, but you decided to push that to the back of your mind while you enjoyed kissing Jeno.

(”Can we keep this a secret from the guys for a little bit?”

“How come?”

“Well, I wanna see the look on Haechan’s face when he makes that joke about us dating.”

“I’m sorry, he does what?”)

[neonacity]

HYACINTHE | CHAPTER 3: JAEMIN X READER

SUMMARY:

Na Jaemin is far from being your typical 20 year old. Instead of slaving through college, he wastes away his hours cracking safes. Weekends that should be spent partying with friends consist of illegal races on good days and small scale bombings on bad ones. Na Jaemin is far from being average, unless you consider being a member of Seoul’s top organized crime family normal.

There is no such thing as a sense of normality and peace in his trainwreck of a life, so when he met a barista who was brave enough to call out his dangerous taste in coffee, he was like a moth to the flame. Everything about her is normal, which means she is forbidden to him, in all sense of the word. So why, then, does he always find himself at the front steps of her shop, breaking all his personal rules even if he wishes he could stay away?

A/N + Disclaimer: this is a side story to Black Daisies, my main mafia fic feat. 0T23. While the plot is based on the main story, this can also be read as a standalone fic. As usual, this is purely a work of fiction and in no way am I implying any member of NCT to behave the way I write them here. tw: crimes, heists, potential death, mentions of drugs and other illegal activities.

PAIRING: Jaemin x Reader

TW: illegal activities, gunshot wound, mentions of blood

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"Another bank was looted last night around 11PM, this time in the Geumchon district. This is the second bank that was broken into in the past week and the fourth that is rumored to be the doing of one of Seoul's organized criminal…."

I sighed and put down the pen that I have been using to scribble on a piece of napkin. A frown creased my forehead before I grabbed the offending piece of flimsy paper and crumpled it with my hand. Jeno, who was silently watching the news, looked up and shot me a curious look. He was leaning over the counter lazily, his cup of half finished hot cocoa beside him. 

"You okay?"

I winced. "Yeah... Actually. Actually, no. I am not okay," I said finally as I threw the used napkin to the closest thrash. I have been scribbling all the things I have to pay for the coming month there and couldn't bear to take another look at it. Jeno grabbed his drink and silently took a sip of it, obviously waiting for me to elaborate.

After my initial 'unplanned' meeting with Jaemin's friends, it has become more or less of their routine to drop by the cafe to hangout. Jaemin was initially against it at first, always scowling whenever he would see one of them already in the shop, though it seems like he has gotten used to it lately—or rather, he didn't have any other choice but to simply accept it. They would often sometimes come in groups—Jisung and Chenle are big fans of the pastries—but other times it's just one of them who would drop by to visit like Jeno now. My favorite is when all of them drops by to visit, not only because I've started getting closer to them too, but because customers would automatically flock into the shop whenever the "handsome gang" is there. Honestly, I couldn't blame them.

"I'm a little bit short on money this month. I was supposed to get my monthly allowance from my scholarship but something happened so it will be delayed. I have lab things to buy and well—everything sucks." 

Jeno nodded slowly, though I have a feeling he doesn't really understand my plight with money. Spending time with the seven of them has given me a better understanding of each boys' personalities. Jeno, for example, is definitely the calmer one of the bunch. While the others would cause chaos every now and then—Jaemin included, he would be on the side watching them usually with that adorable eye smile of his. He is different from Mark who would mostly jump in to join the fun before calming everyone once things get overboard, though both seem to share the same responsibility over the group. He also seems to be the closest to Jaemin, so by extension, I am also most comfortable around him. 

"How much money do you need?" 

I gave him a look as I reached out for a paper cup to make myself my own hot cocoa. 

"I heard the same question from your best friend before. Are you also going to offer to be my sugar daddy?" 

Jeno choked on his drink and hid his laughter behind his raised cup. 

"Do you want Jaemin to kill me?" 

That made me inappropriately blush.

"Sometimes I just want to bust out a bank like that group everyone is talking about." 

Jeno didn't say anything and continued watching me from the brim of his drink. 

"You think you can do it?" 

"Do what?" I asked as I poured hot cocoa on my cup. I said that off-handedly, I almost forgot my words the moment they left my lips. 

"Rob a bank. You know, do something illegal." 

I leaned back against the counter and craned my head a little sideways as I thought the question over. I didn't actually think of that before so I had to listen to my moral compass a little bit before answering. 

"It depends on the reason." 

Jeno looked surprised by my reply. He was probably expecting a goody two shoes answer from me, which I don’t blame him for, to be honest. Even I am mildly shocked by what I said. 

"The reason?" 

"Yes. I mean, if the only reason I would steal is because I don't have money to support my studies, then no, I wouldn't do it. I have other options. I can work extra jobs or I can just drop out from uni. But if I didn't really have any other choice, if I had to do it for someone really close to me, for example, then I would do it." 

"That is very…"

"Cliche, right? I know. But that's how it works, at least for me," I said with a laugh. "I do know what's good and bad, but I'm willing to jump the gun if I have to." 

I didn't know if it was my imagination, but I thought I heard Jeno murmur something under his breath as I turned to get back to work. 

"I bet Jaemin wouldn't like that." 

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PRESENT DAY, a little over one month after the happenings in the first chapter. 

They disappeared like bubbles. No, he disappeared in thin air, like smoke that was blown over by a strong gust of wind. After that night when Jaemin bust through my cafe door, hiding god knows what and asking for temporary shelter, he hasn't shown himself again, apparently leaving while I slipped into a light sleep. Even his friends stopped visiting the cafe which, for a few days, made me genuinely feel scared. Are they okay? What happened to him? Who was he running away from?

That worry slowly and gradually morphed into anger as the days lengthened. I know it was my way of coping with my emotions, but I couldn't help myself. I tried calling him, but the line was cut. It even came to the point that I had to call each of his friends, but it seems like the numbers they gave me were all temporary ones, too. I felt frustrated. I felt...abandoned. 

Was it really easy for him to just cut off all contact with me? 

Was it foolish of me to think that there is...something deeper here than just friendship?

It was the start of winter when the loud ringing of my phone woke me up from my nap. Eyes still heavy with sleep, my first instinct was to look at the clock by my table which registered 1:19AM. I frowned. I was in the middle of finishing a paper before I decided to take a nap but who could be calling me at such an ungodly hour? 

I blearily reached out for my phone and barely looked at the unregistered number before hitting the answer button. 

"Hello?" 

"Noona?"

I froze. Just like that, I felt the sleepiness slowly melt away from my consciousness. I know that voice. 

"Jisung?" 

"Noona, we need your help." 

I sat up on my seat after registering the panic in his voice. I heard another tone suddenly hiss at him from the background before a rustling sound overtook the speakers. It sounded like someone grabbed the phone from his grasp before he could even react.

"Jisung. What's happening—"

"Hello?" The new voice that spoke on the other line made my heart stop. I stared at my wall, wide-eyed.

"Jaemin." 

"I'm sorry. We didn't mean to—"

"Jaemin, we don’t really have any other choice but her, give me the phone," another one jumped in. It was Mark. 

"No. Hyung—"

"We're losing him," my lips parted in shock at what I heard. His voice sounded clearer now and I could very much pick up the iciness on it. Mark has always been so friendly and warm that it threw me off guard. 

"Give me the phone." 

The authority he held made me assume that Jaemin did as he was told. Next thing I know, he was calling out my name from the speaker.

"Mark, yes, I'm listening." 

"Hey. I'm really sorry about this, but we need your help. We really have no other choice, Haechan is in such a bad state—"

That made me stand up and push away from my desk.

"What the hell is going on? What do you mean about Haechan?"

"I'll explain later. We're on our way to you now."

"Wait, what? You don't know my address."

"We'll be there in seven minutes."

That was all he said before he cut off the call, leaving me standing shell-shocked in the middle of my room.

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They banged on my door not even five minutes after. I had barely pulled on a cardigan when loud knocks rang through my small one bedroom unit causing me to quickly run and grab my knob open. 

I stood frozen at the sight of the seven boys crowding my doorway. Everyone was covered in some sort of soot, leaving them almost unrecognizable in their black outfits. Mark and Jeno were in the middle of the group, carrying a half-conscious Haechan between them. Jisung, Chenle, and Renjun brought the rear, their eyes moving wildly as if checking for eavesdroppers. Jaemin stood closest to me, his jaw tense and his eyes apologetic. My gaze snapped back to the center of the group when Mark called out my name. 

That's when I saw it for the first time. I didn't notice it at first because of its dark color, but Jeno was holding a towel against Haechan's stomach. Except it isn't black, it was a deep dark red.

Blood. 

"Oh my god." 

"Please help us." 

Maybe it was the shock, but I quickly stepped aside to let everyone in. I had barely slammed the door shut when I heard a crashing sound from my small dining area. Jeno pushed everything on top of my table to the ground as Mark and Jaemin gently guided Haechan on it. 

"What—what is going on—"

"He's been shot. Thrice. We're not sure but I think two of the bullets are still there," Renjun answered me as he grabbed the soaked towel from Mark's hand and replaced it with a new one. Jisung and Chenle worked on closing all the shutters of my windows while Jaemin tore off a lamp from my living room to move it close to Haechan. He closed all other lights other than the ones on the dining area and the small lamp.

It was then when my training finally kicked in. I ran towards the table to peer at the wound, my shaking hands gently moving the new towel that is quickly getting soaked by blood again. Haechan gave a soft grunt of pain before slipping to unconsciousness again. 

"I think there are still foreign objects there. It's what causing the severe bleeding."

"Can you take it out?"

My eyes shot to Jeno. The harsh lights from the lamp threw strong shadows on his stressed features. 

"I'm not a licensed doctor."

"We don't need a licensed doctor right now, we need someone who can patch the hole in his stomach. Please." 

I gritted my teeth. I have a ton of questions running through my head right now, but he's right. We need to act fast or else we will lose him. I rolled up my sleeves then and called out to whoever can act fast to my orders. 

"Somebody get the black box under my bed. I have all my surgery practice tools there. I need hot water and lots of towels. Everyone move. Now."

As soon as I said my orders, each of the boys were moving in a flurry to get everything that I asked for. I was adjusting the small lamp directly over the wound to peer at it better when I felt a gentle hand circle around my arm. I looked up to see Jaemin staring at me. 

"Thank you." 

I didn't say anything at first. I don't know if it was the shadows playing over his features, but he looked different from the Jaemin I knew in that brief moment.

"Don't thank me yet. Say that once we're sure he survives."

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I was stirred from my sleep by the light snoring of someone to my right. Turning my head, I was greeted by the sight of Jisung who was currently sprawled on my sofa, his legs so long that they were dangling on one end. Chenle was on the floor below him, his face covered by one of the pillows he probably fished from one of my love seats cradling Renjun's curled up form. Mark and Jeno were both sitting upright, the former close to Haechan and the other by the door like a sentinel. They seemed to be in deep sleep too, they're heads hanging low. Jaemin was on the floor next to my seat, his breathing slow and relaxed. 

I blinked slowly as my gaze moved from boy to boy. It took me a painful two hours to do the impromptu surgery, first working on taking the bullets out before sewing everything back together. Haechan was lucky enough that the bullets didn't hit any vital organs or important vessels, and that the extreme bleeding was only caused by the wrong muscle being hit by the impact. He slipped from being conscious to unconscious throughout, and everyone had to work together to help me while I did my thing. 

I couldn’t really blame any of them from crashing the moment we made sure that Haechan’s safe—for now. 

After rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I tried to silently move from where I was curled on, careful not to stir anyone. I still have a ton of questions, but those can be taken care of later. I padded as carefully as I could towards the table where Haechan was still resting and peered at the IV that I had hooked on his arm to make sure everything was moving well. 

They even have spare blood bags with them for emergency transfusions. 

...As if this kind of thing normally happens.

"He's going to be okay, right?" 

I hastily turned to see Jaemin staring at me. His voice was low and was only loud enough for me to hear. 

I stared at him for a bit before looking away. 

"Yes. He'll survive."

"Thank you so much." 

I didn't answer. He also didn't say anything else, though I could still feel his gaze heavily on me. I braced myself before speaking again.

"We need to talk." 

I didn't wait for him to reply. I simply walked towards my room, leaving my door open for him to follow. I only turned back to look at him when I finally heard it close softly behind him.

"Who are you?" I asked, before he could even say anything else. I watched as his jaw tightened and released, his eyes full of indecisiveness. I didn't waver. Not this time. 

"You said…"

"That I will never ask questions? I did. But I can't do it anymore, Jaemin. You disappeared for a month without even saying goodbye then showed up on my door with your friends, one of them with a hole in their stomach. You have blood bags—freaking blood bags. What the hell is going on?" 

I tried my hardest to control my voice, not wanting any part of this conversation to be heard outside. My legs felt weak at the moment but I tried my best to continue standing so I could hold his gaze. 

The look in Jaemin's eyes, however, almost made me want to give up. I knew from the pain and hesitation there that I wouldn't like whatever it is he is about to say.

"I'm a criminal."

My stomach dropped. 

I was expecting it, but hearing it straight from him didn't soften the impact and the shock. 

"A…" 

"We steal. We do illegal things. There is absolutely no good way for me to describe this, but yes, I am a runaway who was stupid enough to bring you into this mess," Jaemin said through gritted teeth as he tore his eyes away from me. He ran a hand through his hair and tried to take a deep breath to steady himself.

"I was stupid and I'm sorry. I shouldn't have gone back and tried to befriend you after that order of coffee. I'm sorry I ran to you that night a month ago. I seriously thought I was going to die and I wanted you to be the one that I see for the last time. I'm sorry for today, or that I couldn't answer any of your questions back then. It was selfish of me to keep you in my life without giving you anything back," he stopped and forced himself to look at me again. My heart squeezed painfully in my chest when our gazes met. 

"I'm sorry." 

I didn't… couldn't say anything. One part of me had already expected this because it is the only reason that makes sense. Those vague answers, his detachment from normal society, the money, every clue seems to point to one direction, but that didn't spare me from my moral dilemma now. Because while I knew, I didn't exactly consider how it relates to me.

I was afraid to.

Because the truth is, I like Na Jaemin to the extent that I'm afraid of what I can do for him.

"Do you kill…" I asked in a whisper, my voice shaky. A frown passed his already stressed features before he answered.

"No. None of us do," he answered, and I knew then that he was telling the truth. Regardless of what he is or what he didn't tell me, I trust him to not lie to me.

"Am I—am I in danger?" I asked next. He firmly shook his head.

"No. I made sure of that. No one would dare—" he stopped, as if gauging what words he can use to not scare me even more. "You have always been under protection." 

That’s when it clicked. The cafe visits from his friends. The random strangers who seem to spring out from nowhere every time I was out and about and needed sudden help. 

My legs finally gave way and I collapsed on my bed behind me. My mind was trying its best to wrap around the situation, leaving my thoughts in a jumble. There are a million things I wanted to say, but I couldn’t get a single one out at the moment. 

Jaemin seemed to know what I was feeling at the very least because he simply stood there, silently watching me. I'm not sure how long the two of us stayed in that bubble of silence, but it was also him who brought me back to reality when I felt warmth cover my hands.

I looked up to see him kneeling in front of me, both his hands gently enveloping my clasped ones. The look in his eyes made my heart lurch, but I couldn't bring myself to say anything still. 

"I'm sorry if I was selfish… I promise, after this, you won't have to worry about anything else."

No. 

"When I met you, I saw something that's so different from the life that I have. Believe me, I tried my best to leave you alone, but I wanted more of it—more of —you, so I kept coming back." 

Are you going to leave me again?

"But you'll be safe now. I promise. You can go back to how it used to be before I… almost ruined it." 

Please don't leave me. 

Jaemin gave my hands one last squeeze and I felt him move to straighten himself. Before he let them go, however, another gentle warmth pressed against my forehead as he grazed it with his lips. 

"Thank you."

My tears dropped the same time the doors closed behind him. 

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Chapter 4

[alreadyblondenow]

I want it and I f*cking got it

Lee Haechan x virgin!reader 

high school setting / crush became boyfriend 

Themes: FLUFF, SMUT

Summary: You are the shining new girl and the Lee Haechan has eyes on you.

Word Count: 5k

Warnings: This some high school shit realness haha, theres a part where he touched her without consent, swearing, detailed (?) smut, smut again, mentions of blowjob, fingering, oral, mentions of other idols, unprotected sex (pulling out), mentions of alcohol

A/N: Inspired by Hairspray’s ‘I can hear the bells’, I made this just for fun so I can take a break from writing fics with heavy plots. If there are misplaced words or typos I’m sorry. Happy reading!

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Lee Haechan, is so handsome.

That’s the first thing that came in your head when you saw him at the hallway for the first time. He was with his friends Mark, Renjun and Jeno laughing and teasing each other while walking to their next class. You on the other hand is watching them from a far while you put your books and other stuff in your locker.

“Forget it, he’s with Lia. The most popular girl in school” Yeri nudge you and told you more facts about Lia and Haechan. Because of your cousin Yeri, you’re now updated about your crush’s love life. In less than a minute you found out that they’ve been dating basically since freshman year, “those two are inseparable” she added.

A mild heat slowly builds up around your body because they will walk pass by you so you decided to turn your back on them. But then someone bumped you hard that you almost hit your head on your locker door. You wanted to shout and curse at the person who bumped you but you became speechless when you finally saw who it was.

“Oh sorry. I didn’t mean to bump you. The hallways can be so crowded, you should be careful”

Lee Haechan smiled and pats your head and went to his third period. Definitely unprepared and you didn’t expect that that will be your first interaction with him. It happened so fast. You can’t believe it but that sure made you smile from ear to ear, even your cousin was surprised. Being the new girl wasn’t so bad after all when you have Lee Haechan as your happy crush.

ROUND 1

The next day, during your English Literature class with Haechan, he tapped your shoulder and gave you a small piece of paper which you accepted when Mr. Kim wasn’t looking.

I’m really sorry about yesterday. Hope you’re okay -Fullsun

You wrote back with caution, thinking about how you’re just being polite and that this is not considered flirting.

No harm done. Thank you for the reminder about the hallways.  

You turned your back and faced him quickly, gave him the paper with a smile then faced front again. Just like that the chance to flirt back with your crush slipped away. Why? Because you didn’t want to play with fire and ruin your good girl reputation in your new school by flirting with your crush who has a girlfriend.  

Day by day, Haechan tries to start a simple conversation with you before class starts. Telling you how you look you look nice, asking you what did you eat for breakfast, updating you about the weather, and basically everything he could ever think of just to get the chance to talk to you.

It gets harder and harder to avoid Haechan so you gave up and gave him the satisfaction of finally having a decent conversation with you. It was in the middle of watching Titanic during class when he started to whisper beside your ear softly that sends tingles to your spine. Everyone was quiet and focused to how handsome Leonardo DiCaprio is while you focus on how Haechan melts your heart whispering how he loves this movie.  

“That movie is the movie of my life”

“I agree that it’s a great movie. Nicely made and deserving for it’s awards but I still don’t know it’s connection with our English Lit” you whispered back to him, trying to be subtle as possible so you wont get caught by Mr. Kim. “I think Mr. Kim is a hopeless romantic, and so are you”

He giggled quietly at what you said to him, trying so hard not to forget how your voice sounds like the whole time you were whispering beside him. The next think you know, you two were keeping the conversation going until he caught you crying and hands you his handkerchief. It was not necessary but you felt him caress your head and pat it softly to give you comfort.

If the Lee Haechan is normally friendly like this, so be it. You decided to befriend him if you can’t flirt with him, you started talking whenever he sees you around school, during lunch breaks, class hours or dismissal. He continued giving you small notes during class that mainly contains questions about Romeo and Juliet, or whenever he notices that Mr. Kim’s tie doesn’t go with his outfit. Even giving you songs to listen to and a Micheal Jackson playlist.  Little did you know he was flirting already.

“Hey, Jeno is having a party this Friday. You should go” your heart thumps the whole time you were putting your books inside your bag while Haechan was talking to you about Jeno’s party. “since you’re new here, I can introduce you around” he added and gave you an awkward smile.

“Not sure” you shook your head.

“Give me your phone” you didn’t have a choice but you handed it to him. You watch him save his number and name himself ‘Fullsun ☀️’. “Here, text me if you’ll go. I got you, I promise”

After that conversation with Haechan, you told Yeri the whole story which she finds hard to believe. You even showed her Haechan’s contact to make her believe you and she screeched like a bird when she finally did. “Not bad cousin! You should totally go, meet the popular kids you know” she winked at you, “who knows maybe you’ll be friends with Jeno and you can introduce him to me”

“Psh. Yeah, and show Lia that I’m interested with his sexy hot boyfriend? No thanks”

“Ooh by the way, update about the couple…” Yeri stopped walking, “they’re not together anymore. Shocker right? Story says, Lia told Haechan he’s not good enough for her”

“What the actual fu- How perfect does she think she is?”

How can someone say that to someone perfect like Haechan. What Yeri just told you made you swim with never ending thoughts about Haechan. Like, how is he holding on? Is he okay? Because he looked totally fine during the days he was talking to you. Should you really go to the party for him? “Thanks for the update Yeri, I’ll think about it. See you in school!”

When you’re finally home and relaxed, you thought maybe you could give the party a shot. It’s not that you hate parties, it’s just that you don’t know enough people to have fun in a party. But still, even though you’re convinced to go you always find a reason to stop yourself.

While you’re busy contemplating if you’re going to the party, Haechan is busy thinking about you and waiting for your text. Hoping that you will come save him from the sea of people judging him because of his ex Lia. “You do realise that once that girl step foot in this house and people start seeing you together, that will totally bring chaos in her life” Mark came out of nowhere with a cup of beer for Haechan.

“It’s my first time liking someone, I’m not going to let the chance slip away to try and win her”

“What do you mean first time? How about Lia?”

“Oh come on dude, you know I never liked Lia, it’s just a stupid favor I did for my family. I tried to like her. But really, I can’t” he scoffed and took a sip, “y/n gave me reasons everyday to like her”

Mark tried to warn his best friend but he figured he was too late. Haechan is already head over heels and no one can stop him from making a move to you. “Yeah, you’re right. This is the first time I see you smile because of a girl” Mark chugged his beer and left Haechan to get a refill.

To be completely honest, Haechan is scared to drag you with the drama that comes with him the moment he finally confess to you. He thought about ways on how to avoid all that and what Mark said when suddenly his phone dings.

You: Sorry it took me awhile. Send me the address?

This time, it’s Haechan who’s smiling from ear to ear because of you and nervous because you’re finally coming.

ROUND 2

You put on a simple white shirt, black pants, your favorite shoes and your favorite biker jacket. Hoping that Haechan will like your simplicity and that the party will appreciate people who underdress. Now that you know the truth between him and Lia, you’re not holding yourself back. If Haechan flirts with you tonight, you will definitely flirt back.

“You look iconic, come on I’ll get you a drink” he welcomed you with a hug outside Jeno’s house which you think is nice, he didn’t let you step inside a stranger’s house alone. The house looks great and you’re sure that without the neon lights scattered everywhere the house will definitely look like a home. Besides the generous amount of neon lights, the house is loud and full of jumping teenagers who are all strangers to you.

To your surprise, Haechan grabbed hold to your hand so you wont get lost in the crowd. You follow his lead which brought you to the mini bar beside the pool full of horny teenagers who are probably having pool sex at this very second.

“No hard drinks for the lady please” he said to his friend Renjun who mixes the drinks. He saw you and Haechan still holding each other’s hands and he quickly gave Haechan a teasing look that made him let go of you. “Before my dumb friend gets you into trouble, let me introduce myself” he offered his hand for you to shake which you gladly accepted, “Hi, I’m Renjun. I made every mixed drink you see in this party”

Haechan rolled his eyes and mouthed ‘show off’ towards his friend. “Impressive, and you’re not getting tired?- Oh y/n by the way” you shake his hand firmly and the next thing you know Haechan is getting the drinks and dragging you away from his friend to meet the other two, which you already knew who they are. Mark is the smart one and Jeno is the captain of the Taekwondo team.

The night went on beautifully and fun while you two flirt with each other the whole time in front of everyone to see without giving even one fuck about what they say behind your back. Even though you’re already a little buzzed because of the alcohol, you didn’t miss how Haechan placed his hand while he helps you win the beer pong game against Jeno and Mark, which again isn’t necessary because you know how to play beer pong.

“Okay, I think you’ve had enough fun for tonight. I’m taking you home” Haechan said while helping you put your jacket. He walked you home under the quiet and dark neighbourhood, laughing quietly while he tells you the most funniest jokes. Neither one of you don’t want to finish this night but it’s getting late, “thank you for inviting me to Jeno’s party” you said, stopping in front of your house. Crossing your arms and telling yourself that if this guy kiss you tonight, you’re going to scare him and make fun of him.

“Yeah, I definitely can tell you had fun” he slowly went closer to you and kissed your lips. Letting him fall to your trap. You pushed him away with enough force that tells him to stop, “s-sorry. I thought, were on the same page” Haechan panics and apologised immediately.

“Am I some kind of rebound? Or you’re just flirting because you want your ex to get jealous and win her back?” what you said was part true, you do want to know his intentions.

He breathes heavily before he explains with shaking voice, “The relationship I had with Lia is something I did for my mom, because my mom and Lia’s mom are friends and they want us to end up with each other. And I clearly don’t like that idea. I tried liking Lia but I couldn’t force myself when what I feel tells me exactly the truth and the answers to my questions”

He moved away to you while he’s pouring his heart out by explaining and telling you the truth. Hearing it made you feel guilty but at the same time you’re praising yourself for being a genius because you got Haechan to tell you the truth effortlessly.

“Quite frankly I don’t want this to end. If I fuck this up so what, I don’t care. I’ll fix it. I’m going to start over again, even if it means I have to bump on you accidentally on the hallway. Again. Just- fuck, I didn’t mean to move so fast, I’m so sorry” Haechan can hear his own heart beat, nervous that you’re just standing in front of him with crossed arms and not saying anything after everything he told you.  

Soon, you can’t hold it in even longer. You burst into laughter and giggled loudly. Bringing Haechan closer to you and cupping his handsome face, admiring how cute he is with panic eyes. “It’s a joke. I’m sorry I made you nervous, handsome” you put your arms around Haechan’s neck and watch him get playfully annoyed to you. He shook his head on disbelief because you’re the only person who can match with his wit.

“Kiss me again?” you asked oh so sweetly, raking his soft hair.

He nods his head and kissed you again, softer than before and even meaningful than the first. You felt him smile in between kissing when you finally kissed him back. Savouring the feeling of your lips on his and the warmth of your embrace. And when the kiss is over, he puts his thumb on your lips, swiping the spit on those pretty lips. “Is this finally good night?” he asked, still looking at your lips.

“Sad to say, yes. Unless you find a way to climb up quietly to my room?”

He let out a soft giggle, “No. I don’t want to move so fast. Talk to you when I get home?”

“Yes please” before you two part ways, he gave you one last peck on the lips and finally let you go.

When Haechan got home, you were tucked in bed and waiting for your phone to ring and answer his call. And when he finally did, you two can’t see it but you’re both smiling widely while talking to each other and just hearing each other’s voices makes your heart flutter. It didn’t bother you two if the sun is shinning brightly already, Haechan waited for you to get tired and eventually fall asleep. Before he ends the call, he whispered a soft good night through the phone and went to bed with a smile.

ROUND 3

Come Monday, you were just telling Yeri about your weekend with Haechan and his friends and talking like how you two normally do around school when Lia blocked your way out on the girl’s restroom. “So you’re the new girl? If it wasn’t for you, Hyuck and I would still be together. You just had to ruin everything we’ve built for our relationship when you decided to go to this school”  

“Not my fault you didn’t locked him up before I transfer schools. But it is my fault that you’re single now” you flashed a teasing smile at her before you head out and made sure to bump her shoulder on purpose. That would teach her a lesson and she will definitely know you’re not just anybody.

Truth be told you don’t want any fight because of someone who doesn’t understand the core meaning of the word ‘breakup.’ It’s clear that she’s just mad that you’re seeing Haechan now and that he’s more than happy with the relationship. But you can’t let someone treat you bad just because you got who you want, fair and square.

After school, you and Haechan went to his house to do some studying for English Literature. You love how it’s so quiet around their neighbourhood and the golden ray of light hits Haechan’s skin perfectly. From now on, golden hours with Haechan will be your thing.

You two sat on their hammock swing chair at their backyard, enjoying the golden hour by talking and giggling like little kids on a swing. “Who made this swing? I feel like I’m a baby” you said, feeling so comfortable beside Haechan.

“You are a baby. My baby” he raised his eyebrows once and winked at you. As your heart flutter because of what he said, you rolled your eyes at him and gave him a peck on the lips. Just a peck, because you knew all too well he will ask for more.

“What? That’s it? Just a peck?” he whines on disappointment.

“Yes. That’s all, come on. Homework time” breaking away from his embrace, you force yourself to stand up and convince Haechan to start studying. He brought you to your room so you two could focus on studying and to have some privacy after doing the homework.

“Guess who blocked my way at the girl’s restroom earlier” you sat on Haechan’s lap and put your arms around his neck.

“I know. Jeno told me he found Lia crying with Yeji and Ryunjin” he starts kissing your neck then realised he shouldn’t. “Listen, that girl is drama and I know you can take care of her but I just want to have a peaceful relationship with you. Please, just ignore her. These people will bring you down, and the more you notice them the more they will ruin you”

And it’s true what Haechan said, for the following weeks Lia’s group of friends has been hating you with all their might. Typical high school bullies who won’t stop at nothing but when Haechan took care of it, you felt so proud and safe. The look on Lia’s face when Haechan stood up for you in front of everyone definitely gave you the satisfaction and happiness. From there on, no one dares to meddle with your relationship with Haechan.

Things has been great between you and Haechan, you met his sister and his parents which are all adorable. Although his mom is still in favor with Lia, but nonetheless she respects Haechan’s decision.

After graduation, you spend too much time on Haechan’s place and sometimes things can go out of control. In the middle of making out with Haechan, your eyes widened when he suddenly slips his hand under your shirt and pull down the left cup of your bra. It felt uncomfortable and violating so you pushed him away from you.

“Nah, I’m not falling for that” you can’t believe what you’re hearing from your boyfriend and it’s making you crazy how suffocating it felt the whole time he was groping your boobs and pinching your nipples. Haechan thought you pushing him away was a prank like the one you did when he kissed you for the first time.

But he heard you sobbing and it made him stop. “Shit- shit! I’m sorry” he covered you with his thick duvet and gave you space. He went downstairs to get you a glass of water and slightly hated himself for what he just did to you.

Before he came back, you convinced yourself that he didn’t mean it and that your boyfriend is not a bad person. You made yourself presentable again and wiped your tears not wanting your boyfriend to see you scared around him. The moment he knocks on the door your heart jumped and you got nervous again, feeling your tears fall but you don’t know why.

He gave you a glass of water and you accepted it with shaking hands. Haechan sat on the edge of his bed, turning his back on you because he knew what he just did. He violated you and he didn’t even stop when you told him to, you don’t know but deep inside he’s punishing himself for being like that.

The two of you stayed away from each other for a good twenty minutes. Then you crawled towards him slowly and hugged him from behind, he’s more than happy that you don’t hate him and that you’re not going to breakup with him. “This will never happen again, I promise. I will never rush you ever again”

And it’s a promise he kept.

ROUND 4

When Haechan promised you that he will take it slow and not rush you with anything, he kept his word.

But now that you two are heading to college and spending the whole summer together as much as you can, you two can’t get enough of each other. There are times when you two will just lay down the swing, enjoy the quietness of the afternoon and watch the sun go down. Hands intertwined and legs tangled.

Some days are extra fun when you two help his sister bake anything she wants from cookies to cupcakes and Haechan will end up making a mess at the kitchen. Then by night you three will enjoy what you guys made while watching scary movies on Netflix.

And even though you’re still a virgin and so inexperienced compared to Haechan, you two find a way to feed your sex life without going all the way. You finally let him touch you without pushing him away or feeling violated, little by little you learned how to let go.

You remember when Haechan finger fucked you for the first time, you were so nervous because anyone can step in the living room and see that Haechan is on top of you. “Keep it down, my sister is on the other room” his kisses on your neck are not like any other, now it’s wet and his hands are all over your body. Kneading your clothed boobs, squeezing it a little harsh because he’s too horny. You can’t say you don’t like what he’s doing because you love it. Every part of it.

You love how his hands cups your boobs while he’s busy kissing your neck and you make quiet moans that Haechan loves so much. There were no talking the whole time, just pure kissing and quiet everything. You don’t have to ask him to do something because he knew perfectly well what you want. The couch is a bit uncomfortable for two people grinding on each other and kissing hungrily but no one seems to care.

“We won’t go all the way, I promise” he said but his hands are creeping under your skirt and on its way to remove your panties. “But we will go pretty far tonight, is that okay?” you nod your head nervously. To be honest he’s nervous too. Scared even. Scared that maybe you won’t approve of what he’s going to do and push him away again. You on the other hand really have no idea why he needs to remove your panties if he promised not to have sex with you tonight.

Heat surrounds your body when you saw Haechan put your panties on their coffee table. The living room is dark but once you opened your knees and lift your skirt, he will see your pussy for the first time. You breathe deeply when you felt his cold hands on top of your knee, ready to spread your legs open. “Shit- baby, stop” he stopped and gave you his jacket to cover your exposed legs. “Just give me a minute. I’m really shy right now, I don’t know why. Fuck, I’m sorry Hyuck”

“It’s okay, do you want to go to the bathroom to wear your panties?”

“No no, I don’t want to stop. Just getting shy that’s all. This will pass” it’s true you don’t want him to stop because you’re too horny now. “Kiss me?” he smiled and gave your request. You put away his jacket and pulled him close to you. Now you’re leaning comfortably on the armrest of their couch while Haechan kiss you softly. “I think I’m ready now” you told him in between kisses, but instead of making his move he just smiled at you and continue kissing you.

“I’ll tell you when you’re ready”

You don’t know what does that mean. You just enjoyed how he kisses you so filthy for the first time while his hands are resting on your closed legs. His tongue moves perfectly around your neck, leaving marks on the exposed skin of your cleavage and whispering dirty words that makes your legs spread unconsciously and put him right in between you.

“See, now you’re ready. You’re pretty wild yourself baby, spreading your legs for me huh” he teased you in between kisses that made you smile. Who would’ve thought spreading your legs for Haechan would feel really great.

In middle of feeling Haechan’s tongue dance around your neck and your hands are busy keeping him closer to your body, you feel his right hand made it’s way in between your legs and made contact with your wet folds. Without hesitation, you rolled your head back and closed your eyes as you enjoy his middle finger glide up and down your slit and spread your pussy juices.

Of course he knows what he’s doing, he watched you to melt with his touch underneath him while he play with your pussy. And again, unconsciously, you grind your hips on his finger completely letting go of your innocence. This will definitely not the first and last time Haechan will do this to you.

As your mind floats on how good Haechan makes you feel good, he flicks his finger a little faster, pinching your clit to make you moan, and finally putting his finger inside you. It made you open your eyes and look him in the eye. “that’s like a sneak peek on what it feels like to be fucked. Not even close but for the mean time, I’ll make cum using my fingers”

Your lips touched as he pumps his finger inside you, adding digits without any warning so you can have the full experience. Being quiet became a challenge when you’re finally on edge and Haechan’s fingers were still inside you while he’s whispering dirty things beside your ear. He needed to cover your mouth to muffle your moans when you finally came, closing your legs, crushing his arm in between them to ease the sensitivity of your clenching pussy.

“I fucking love you Lee Haechan”

ROUND 5

After slowly introducing you to more sexual activities you two are now bold and confident about touching each other. After a lot of trial and errors, you’re now an expert of sucking your boyfriend’s dick whenever you two are alone at their living room. You now happily open your legs for him to eat your pussy in your room and you let him finger you during Netflix and chill with his sister.

And now, after you suck him off and make him moan for the first time, you finally told him that you want to have sex with him and that you’re ready to go all the way. With no questions asked, Haechan helped you remove your clothes quickly and you did the same with him. Ending up fully naked in Haechan’s bed is making you shy like the first time he touched you and this is not good.

“Baby, calm the fuck down... stop moving” he giggle at you while lining his dick to your dripping entrance. The head of his dick is finally inside when you hiss again closing your legs and moving away from him. Telling him that it fucking hurts, even though it wasn’t even in yet.

“It wont hurt, I got you! You’re fucking dripping for crying out loud. Sliding in wont be a problem. Come on” he taps and caress both your thighs as he waits for you to open your legs again for him. Slowly he touches your soft skin, admiring how you stayed a virgin for him, your skin is glowing because of the golden sunlight from the window beside his bed.

Opening your legs again, Haechan kneels in between you and hooks both of his arms under your legs so you won’t get to close them again. “Line my cock so I can push in” you followed him like a good girl as he leans closer to your face for a kiss. His cock just perfectly lined to your cunt while you both kiss and enjoy each other’s sweet lips. Sweating and really nervous, he felt your chest move up and down against his and noticed that you’re getting scared every second that passes.

“Baby, it’s me, Haechan. Your boyfriend. Why are you being like this? Hmm? I thought you wanted this?” his tone was telling you to trust him because he’s your boyfriend. Telling you oh so sweetly to calm down or else he will stop and put your clothes back on. Still not moving from his position, Haechan didn’t want you to be scared before pushing his cock inside you so he continued talking to you.

“S-sorry. Just stuff running in my head. S-scared but I- yeah, I want this. Fuck, baby I want this to happen so bad. Can you just force it? Don’t wait for me to calm down?” You beg your boyfriend but he shook his head no.

“Where’s the love in that if I force this in you? I’ll kiss you while I go in, hows that?” the offer wasn’t bad, you nod agreeing to him and his lips touch yours the moment you nod.

Waiting for the perfect time to push in, Haechan can be really patient when it comes to you. When he felt you let go, he slowly pushed in and you swear you stopped breathing for a moment. Taking a second to finally believe that Haechan is fucking you now. Speechless the whole time as you feel him go inside you, you stare at his eyes shining because of the afternoon light.

Your hand flew to his face, gripping his chin and jaw as you feel slightly betrayed. “You said it wouldn’t hurt?” a small tear run down your eye as you feel the stretch of your cunt stinging so bad you can’t stop whimpering.

“Sshh. Of course it will hurt baby. Can you feel this?” Haechan was half moaning and grunting while talking to you, moving his cock in and out slowly to prove his point not pulling out entirely. You nod your head, moaning deliciously. Feeling how he’s so good, lips parted as you wait for him to be balls deep inside you, letting go a low “ooh” once he’s fully inside.

You reach in for his lips again devouring it while you clench and unclench all you want. “You won’t cum if we just keep on kissing. Stop luring me you minx” he kissed your left boob, biting and sucking it as he rolls his hips a little giving you a peak of what’s about to happen. Haechan pull away when he felt you stiffen again, hips roll slowly as you get familiar with the stretch.

“Sensitive baby, I cant-“

“Of course you can you’re my girl”

Without a warning he gave you piercing thrust, enough to make your boobs bounce. Licking the valley between your breast before you could curse him out. Reaching for your hands as he brings them both on top of your head together with the pillows, fucking you with a steady and fast pace.

“I love you. You know that right?” A breathy and weak “yes” escaped from your mouth. Toes curling already as you feel that knot on your lower abdomen.

After a few fast thrust and some delicious slow ones that you specifically loved, you reached your much awaited high and Haechan pulled his dick out and pumps it in front of you. Ruining his perfect blue sheets. Making you horny and crave for your boyfriend again, you reach in for another condom,  “Again, Haechan please let’s make round two a little longer”

He let out a small laugh as he lays beside you, fingertips scraping on your golden skin. “So now you’re begging me to fuck you again huh, okay. Round 2 in five minutes, I need to catch my breath” he said and left a kiss on your shoulders.

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Masterlist

First of all thank you for reading! This is inspired by Link and Tracy’s love story in Hairspray. I just rewatched it earlier and damn I forgot how I used to love every song in that movie. Hope you guys can watch it :) Also listen to I can hear the bells hihi.

[domjaehyun]

i do not allow translations, rewrites, or any other form of reposting. please respect my wishes. these character portrayals are all works of my imagination and are not commentary on their actual demeanor.

ONE SHOTS.

quarantine chronicles; 28.5k — fourteen days, five roommates, and five remarkably high sex drives. what could go wrong? (feat. johnny, jungwoo, mark, and jaemin)

quarantine chronicles 2; 55.2k — as the period of self-isolation extends, how do five roommates fare? (feat. johnny, jungwoo, mark, and jaemin)

quarantine chronicles: ask the characters; 1.8k – get to know the characters a bit! (feat. johnny, jungwoo, mark, and jaemin)

quarantine chronicles 3; 43k — in this final installment, we see tensions rising in the home of our favorite chaotic horndog roommates; how long until something gives and someone snaps? (feat. johnny, jungwoo, mark, jeno, haechan, and jaemin)

all these years; 34.5k – how does your relationship with jaehyun stand the test of time?

fiending; 27.1k – jaehyun and jeno have had their eyes on you for quite a while. (feat. jeno) (tw: some dubcon content; potentially triggering)

truth or dare; 6.2k — foursome with your boyfriend and ex-friends with benefits (feat. johnny and seonghwa of ATEEZ)

hot girl bummer; 6.2k — you hate your brother’s best friend with a passion. (tw: some dubcon content; potentially triggering)

make a mess out of you; 5.8k — jealous sex, corruption kink

mr. jung; 4.8k — ceo!jaehyun

sweet dreams; 2.8k — johnny helps jaehyun make your wildest dream come true. (feat. johnny)

bad day; 2.4k — rough, manhandling sex, slight size kink

kiss me through the phone; 1.9k — you and jaehyun miss each other a lot when he’s away.

angel; 1.4k — jaehyun catches you touching yourself

baby boy; 1.4k — jaehyun falls for his best friend’s enemy

(don’t) wake up; 1k — lazy sex and (consensual) somnophilia

good game; 0.79k — sucking jaehyun off after a baseball game

DRABBLES.

39. “are you trying to turn me on, or are you just that oblivious) (brother’s best friend!jaehyun) drabble

8. “like what you see?” drabble

jaehyun x minhyuk threesome drabble (feat. minhyuk of MONSTA X)

12. “don’t be rough, there can’t be any marks.” drabble

35. “bite me.” drabble

3. “you’re not going out in that outfit.” drabble

he comes early drabble

he teases you with a vibrator in public drabble

making out and dry-humping drabble

size and breeding kink drabble

johnjae corruption kink drabble (feat. johnny)

mirror sex x overstimulation drabble

ass appreciation drabble

giving johnjae blowjobs drabble (feat. johnny)

hallway sex drabble

sub!jaehyun tied up with pink ribbons drabble

jaehyun seduces you (from the truth or dare universe)

cuddling with jaehyun

BLURBS / SCENARIOS.

call center blurb series: one - two (feat. johnny and lucas)

sub!jaehyun anon blurbs: one - two

daddy kink discourse/blurb: one - two

giving hickeys blurb (feat. doyoung, lucas, and johnny)

teasing you in class blurb

anon blurb series: one - two - three - four

riding him in the living room blurb

dom!jaehyun, bondage, sensory deprivation blurb

punishing you for touching yourself blurb

roleplay discourse

soft dom!jaehyun blurb

breeding kink blurb

soft sex to cigarettes after sex blurb

fingering you with finger tape blurb

sucking jaehyun off under a table blurb (feat. johnny)

needy jaehyun blurb

sugar daddies!johnjae blurb (feat. johnny)

making out blurb

making out to arctic monkeys blurb

sugar daddy!jaehyun smacking your pussy with money blurb

johnjae threesome anon blurb (feat. johnny)

jaehyun/johnny getting riled up after you talk shit blurb (feat. johnny)

reaction to you saying the safe word

rough sex turning to soft sex blurb

accidentally choking jaehyun blurb

domming johnjae blurb (feat. johnny)

jealous!jaehyun blurb/reaction

facesitting blurb

having unprotected sex blurb

teasing him by licking his lips blurb

reaction to you being nervous about your first time

jaehyun x yuta degradation threesome blurb (feat. yuta)

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