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mark lee fic recs!
âȘ©âȘš Operation: First Kiss - @ncityrave (Mark turns to his friends for help to build up the courage for his relationship's first kiss.)
âȘ©âȘš Sunday Kind of Love : Frat Mark - @smileysuh (Mark is fine with having a crush on the girl in the library. Heâs fine watching her from afar. And heâs fine with never speaking a word to the girl who he spends many nights chasing in his dreams. But fate, and a few nosey frat brothers, think Mark would be much better if he was forced to talk to the cute girl from the library that he canât seem to get out of his head.)
âȘ©âȘš tis the damn season - mark smau - @najaemism (in which your ex-boyfriend comes back to your hometownâand he wants to talk to you.)
âȘ©âȘš Delphinium - @ncteez (It wasnât intentional. You donât even know why you cared that he didnât believe in pre-marital sex, but it didnât stop you from arguing with him about it. You didnât intend to win the argument either. Then again, he kind of let you.)
âȘ©âȘš 9:10 PM - @neochan (possessive! mark)
âȘ©âȘš WITH YOU | MK.L - @sehunniepotwrites (There are many things Mark Lee wants to do with you. He wants to walk you home. He wants to dive into the deep blue sea with you. He wants to go on a drive with you at his side. But mostly, this crazy, head over heels in love boy just wants to make it with you.)
âȘ©âȘš spidey boy ; ìŽëŻŒí - @martiniblues (mark has tried to hide his secret identity from you for as long as possible, to keep you safe, of course. little does he know that youâve untangled his web of lies long ago and will do anything in your power to get him to admit it. just when you've had enough of him lying to you, he ends up getting caught in the act trying to save your life.)
âȘ©âȘš eyes on me. (m.l) - @mrkis (mark wants you to keep your eyes on him as he pleases you.)
âȘ©âȘš GOLDEN HOUR. | L.MK - @onyourhyuck (Youâre a waiter and Mark Lee the local biker and infamous bad boy loves the eggs your diner makes, but now he wants a taste of you.)
âȘ©âȘš madly in love - mark lee - @p0ckykiss (mark had always been the hopeless romantic type)
âȘ©âȘš itâs too bad youâre married to me | m.l - @yojeongin (all mark ever does is use weaponized incompetence to get out of small tasks you ask of him. when he finally realizes you resort to his close friends to do what he canâtâ nothing can prepare him for whatâs in your pandora box; now karma is set in motion.)
âȘ©âȘš Pretty Boy. (m.l) - @ncteez (Markâs favorite thing to do is sit alone at the library and enjoy the knowledge that his university offers. In contrast, your favorite thing to do is go to parties and enjoy as much chaos as possible. However, upon realizing your grades have dropped drastically due to this lifestyle, you have no choice but to approach Mark for help. or the one where your new favorite thing to do is seduce the most inexperienced man youâve ever met and watch how desperate he gets for you.)
âȘ©âȘš gelato | lmk - @hazyhae (a high slip up cost you mark lee years ago, and youâve spent years burying your memories of him ever since. the universe has other plans for you when your old friend starts a new career, smoking his way back into your life.)
âȘ©âȘš ê° đđ đđđ đđđ đđđ ê± ìŽëŻŒí - @loserlvrss (one thing about your boyfriend, mark, is that he would always take care of you â even if you were annoyingly drunk â and he was embarrassingly in love)
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LEE MARK FIC REC LIST
s, smut | f, fluff | a, angst | suggestive is noted
give all these authors so much love please!!!! i had to include as much as possible!! supa long fic rec list ;) recommendation masterlist here
this is (not) easy *personal fav [ friends with benefits!mark x fem! reader ] s,f,a
sweet cream, cold brew [ nerd barista!mark x fem!reader ] s,f
raw. [ established relationship ] s
delphinium , part two [ virgin religious!mark x pagan reader ] s,f
the marriage and baby project [ fake dating au, roommate au ] s,f,a
sunday kind of love [ frat!mark x inexperienced/soft fem!reader ] s,f
flipside [ street racing au, strangers to lovers au ]
cherry flavored thoughts [ perv nerd!mark x popular fem!reader ] s
gorgeous [ college/football au ] s,f
follow through. [ bestfriends to lovers ft. haechan ] s
eyes on you. [ roommate's brother!mark x fem!reader ] s
watch me [ barista!mark x fem!reader, voyeurism ] s
pretty boy [ shy!mark x openminded/playful fem!reader ] s
surviving no nut november [ mark x fem! reader ft. haechan ] s
safety zone [ university au, best friends to lovers, roommates au ] f,a, suggestive
spider boy; ìŽëŻŒí [ spiderman!mark x fem!reader, established relationship ] f, suggestive
closed doors. [brother's friend!mark x fem!reader, roommate au ] s
jealousy [ almost step-siblings au ] s,a
deal with it [ established relationship, argument au ] s
real talk [ line chef!mark x fuckgirl!reader ] s,f
on edge [ boyfriend's brother!mark x fem!reader, infedelity au ] s
play with me [ bestfriend!mark x fem! reader, car sex ] s,f
give me the greenlight [ street racing au, childhood friends to lovers ] s,f,a
nervously in love [ established relationship ] s,f
across the room *self promo hehe [ idol!mark x idol fem!reader ] s
roomie high [ stoner roommate!mark x fem!reader ] s
suck my kiss [mark x bandmate fem!reader ] s,f
may i be blunt? [stoner!mark x fem!reader ] s
the best man. [ stranger!mark x fem!reader, wedding au ] s
elevator pitch [ frat boy!mark x fem!reader ] f,a
craving you like the devil craves heaven [ priest!mark x succubus!reader ] s
kiss u right now [ best friend!mark x fem!reader ] s,f
this is new [ loss of virginity au ] s,f
rule breaker [ rockstar au, band au ] s
limit. [ gryffindor!mark x fem!reader ] s
mixtape moans. [ shy!mark x cheerleader!reader ] s
make me sin [ churchboy!mark x fem!reader, childhood friends au ] s,f,a
mark me in your heart [ drug dealer!mark x bartender!reader ] s,a
monetary value. [ rich kid!mark x rich kid!reader ] s,f,a
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â. đ Ë hand placement while making out . . . ᶻ đ đ°
warnings: 18+, minors do not interact, suggestive, mentions of sex, hair pulling, marks and hickeys.
author note: hi!, this is my first time writing, english is not my first language so if any mistake please tell me. I accept requests!!
۶ৠMark - thighs âčđč
Mark already likes your thighs, but when you're making out and you sit on his lap, he really loves it. The way you open your legs and have your thighs all for him? He goes crazy. Heâs not much of a hips guy; instead, he keeps his hands firmly on your thighsâif you let him. Now imagine riding him⊠oh, heâs going to completely lose his mind.
۶ৠRenjun - neck âčđč
The way Renjun holds the back of your neck while he kisses you so deeply? Yeah, heâs insane for you and doesnât even realize it. For him, your neck is like a masterpiece, his personal artwork. The number of marks and hickeys he can leave on you is uncountable. And later, he loves running his fingers over them and admiring his "work."
۶ৠJeno - back âčđč
If you arch your back while heâs kissing you, Jeno will go feral. His pride will shoot through the roof seeing how much his girl is enjoying herself. He might not admit it, but he secretly loves it when you scratch his back while making out. Youâre always worried about hurting him, but truth isâit drives him absolutely crazy.
۶ৠHaechan - boobs âčđč
Haechan? He doesnât even try to hide it. His hands are always on your boobs, like theyâre gloves made to keep his hands warm. Give him one kiss, and heâll already have one hand on your chest. He loves how soft they are and how much his touch affects you. Honestly, it drives him wild.
۶ৠJaemin - hips âčđč
For Jaemin, your hips donât lieâand he loves it. Watching the way your hips move during a heated makeout session makes him obsessed. He loves placing his big hands on your hips, feeling your curves, and holding you close as you move. To him, itâs intoxicating.
۶ৠChenle - hair âčđč
Chenle already loves playing with your hair, running his fingers through it, or gently scratching your scalp. But during a passionate makeout session? When he has his fingers tangled in your hair and accidentally pulls it, making you moan? Heâll lose all sense of control. Forget about his prideâheâs completely gone at that point.
۶ৠJisung - ass âčđč
For Jisung, your ass is like the perfect stress ballâsoft, addictive, and irresistible. Even while making out, he still asks for permission before touching it, and itâs because he respects you so much. But the moment you say yes? Imagine his hands all over you, squeezing and exploring. Yeah, he loves itâa lot.
strawberry silhouette by irene . . .
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haechan forcing jisungâs head firmly between your folds with the most devious smile ever à«źê° àŸàœČ >âžâžâž< àŸàœČê±á. your cute little black laced panties, with the cutest pink bow to top it off pushed over to the side by haechanâ whose fingers were tangled in jiâs hair as he went in on your cunt. completely pussy drunk and messy, your arousal all on his chin and nose.
âyou love how he eats your pretty little pussy? huh doll?â haechan would ask, he would be so mean. laughing when your thighs would start trembling. âplease make him stop- canât take it . . .â
âyou wanna stop?â he didnât ask you, no, he asked a pussy drunk jisungâ to which he, of course, shook his head no. sucking your sensitive clit into his mouth, causing you to cry out. attempting to push his head away, haechan slapped your thigh harshly, gripping your hands in his firmly. âgive him what he wants, i donât think heâs stopping any time soon.â
now on your fourth orgasm, back to back, barely minutes in between them. your juicy, lipgloss-covered bottom lip quivered as it felt like your nerves were on fire affecting every part of your body up to your lips, begging haechan to give you a break but he just laughed in your face. your nails instantly gripping the sheets when he let go of your hands, trying to twist your body away. but two pairs of hands holding you down . . . was something else.
âhyung, look at how sheâs gripping my fingers,â jisung grunted in awe as if it was the coolest thing heâd ever seen. always talking as if you werenât there in front of them.
âfuckkk youâre gripping him. so fucking pathetic, i thought you were done?â haechan would mumble out staring at your pussy as if he would start devouring you at any second now.
jisung dived back in, you couldâve swore he moaned. the dazed look in his eyes from your pussy alone scared and awed you. tongue fucking you at one moment then his fingers curling at your g-spot with sucks and slurps to your sensitive nub the next.
ââm coming again ji~â you hiccuped, haechan sneaking his hands up to press just above your pelvis making you loosen up your muscles and spongy, warm walls. it was as if your insides were on fire, caving in to utter weakness. âno wait-â
squirting in return. you let out choked gasps, tugging jisungâs hair . . . anything to get him away. you mewled as you watched him hold out his tongue in hopes of catching some of the liquid in his mouth. haechan slapped your clit repetitively to prolong your orgasm and out of reflex your hand went to his wrist harshly pushing it away, making him laugh at you.
the sight of jisung licking your folds gently, taking in the essence of what he had just done made you shudder. lucky for you they let you lay and pant for a couple of seconds. preparing yourself for haechan who was ten times worse and always refused to let upâ to the point where jisung sometimes got worried.
haechan then went to spit on your pussy, it dripping down your glossy folds like honey. âfuck he ruined you,â he whispered laying soft puckered kisses on your swollen clit and puffy folds. jisung going up to suck at your pert nipples lazily. you were so utterly exhausted that you attempted to close your legs from a touch so soft. âwhen did our doll become so slutty.â
heâd degrade you making you pout and deny, feeling so humiliated. shushing you when youâd try to reply making you feel even more dumb. âdolls donât talk back.â
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NEED MORE BF MARKKK
bf! mark would be so, so easy to love effortlessly.
Just imagine the way heâd show up on your first dateâa little nervous but doing his best to hide it with that signature easygoing smile. Heâd bring a hoodie or jacket for you âjust in case it gets cold,â with that mix of boyish charm and thoughtfulness that makes your heart race. Might overdo it with the cologne ngl... but it's unbelievably endearing.
"Jeno. Smell this."
Jeno snorts, pushing it back. âDude, Iâm not smelling your sweatshirt.â
âCome on, man. Just smell it.â Mark insists, wiggling the fabric at him.
With a sigh, Jeno brings it to his nose and takes a cautious sniffâthen immediately recoils, gagging and waving his hand in front of his face.
âBro, did you dunk this in cologne?â He gasps, holding it at armâs length. âSheâs gonna need a gas mask just to survive.â
Mark frowns, glancing at the sweatshirt. âI thought it needed a couple spraysâŠâ
As things get more serious, heâd make a habit of sending you little surprises that show heâs thinking of you. Youâd find a random playlist from him waiting in your messages one day, labeled âFor youâ with the one giggling emoji, filled with tracks he thinks youâd love. Heâd stay up late making it, mulling over how youâll react to each song.
Heâd invite you to hang out with his friends one weekend, blending you seamlessly into his life. When youâre there, youâd see his quiet, protective side come outâheâd stay close to you, keeping an arm around the back of your chair or brushing a hand over your shoulder to make sure youâre comfortable. He might not even realize heâs doing it, but everyone would notice the way he softens around you, the way heâs always got a careful eye on you, ensuring you're having a good time. If you so much as shiver, heâd immediately offer his jacket with a shy, âHere, just take it, okay?â
And if he sees that youâre having a rough day, he wouldnât ask too many questions or push you to talk; heâd just show up with your favorite drink or snack, a hoodie, and some silly videos heâs saved just to see you laugh. When youâre ready to open up, heâd listen so intently, holding your hand, never interrupting.
When heâd kiss you, it would start out gentle, with him leaning in a little slowly, his eyes flicking to yours to make sure to watch how dazed you become when he gets so close. His lips would be soft, barely brushing against yours at first, before heâd press in a little deeper, savoring the feeling. Heâd hold your face in his hands or let his thumb trace along your jaw, taking his time. He might laugh softly into the kiss, his hands slipping to your waist to pull you closer or just hold your hips, rubbing slow circles on your skin or squeezing if you make any kind of sound. God, hearing you hum or moan during a kiss would absolutely drive him insane.
"Just like that," he'd mumble, "I love the pretty sounds you make for me."
"You like it when I kiss you there?" and if you didn't answer, he'd let his hips hover, not giving you what you want.
"How about this?" A kiss on your shoulder, "Hmm?" another on your chest, "Is this okay?"
"Shit, baby, c'mere." if you've been kissing anywhere but his lips for too long, he always finds himself craving them.
His lips would be anywhere, on the corner of your lips, on your cheek, your jaw, your neck... fingers trailing on your waist and squeezing your flesh. I feel like he's on the shyer side when the two of you are doing mindless tasks or around friends, but for some reason, when he's so wrapped up in you in these private moments, he'd groan and whimper without restraint. There's a sliver of shyness left, a tell being his flushed skin and the way he'd bite his lips, but otherwise, he's giving you his all.
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Condom or No Condom: Dreamy Edition
-' 7dream x afab!reader
-' Which dreamies are wrapping it up
-' cw: +18, mdni, Name calling, Breeding Kink, Coercion, Degradation Kink
Missed Renjun <3
# Mark | No Condom
-a very shy boy at times but his kinks are anything but
- the type to verbalize his interests in different kinks with small actions so you'd really need to pay attention
- Mark would intentionally forget to buy condoms
- Recently he'd be staying inside you longer.
He'd already be easing you out of your clothes, leaving wet kisses along your soft abdomen as you begin to tug on his long brown strands.
You'd already been wet for him a long tine ago, Mark just needed you especially pliant for when he could really start talking his shit, "You know how good you'd look with my baby inside you?" Mark's panting heavily, "Dude, seriously,"
Your hips would stutter upwards without you even meaning to, quickly prompting Mark to undo the drawstring of his sweatpants.
"You like that idea, yeah?"
You'd watch through hazy eyes as Mark pulls his cock just enough to line it up at your entrance. "Want me to hit it raw? Huh, Pretty Girl- fuck-" Just saying those words out loud has his cock twitching eagerly. Mark would be a heaving mess as he presses hich cock into your cunt. The sensation of your bare skin against his would give him brain fog, making him tremble as he kissed against your neck.
"Fuck, I'm gonna breed you, baby-" he'd kiss you again non stop, "Gonna breed my baby..."
# Renjun | Condom
- he can be persuaded into forgoing one but you'd need to construct an incredibly good argument (no you wont)
- the moment the idea falls from your lips, Renjun can't help the desire that runs through his stomach
- still, he'd try to be a good boyfriend. A responsible boyfriend.
"Why are you so scared to fuck me today?" You'd whisper into Renjun's ear, wholly frustrated from this make out sessions that has lasted for way too long. "We're not high schoolers, Ren, why aren't you inside me?"
He'd sigh in frustration as his threw his hand backwards on the pillows scattered around your bed. His hands naturally going to your hips.
"Condoms-" he'd sigh in frustration before peeking up from her palm of his hands
"I forgot to buy more-"
You had continued kissing up the side of his neck. Renjuin shivered when your tongue slithered out to lick a long stripe down his neck. "Thats fine."
His eyes are wide and so incredibly hungry when he swallows and asks. "Thats fine?"
"Thats fine," you'd nod. "Im on birth control-"
"Shit, why didn't you say this sooner-" he'd grumble
# Jeno | No Condom
- As soon as you're dating he'd forgo buying condoms altogether
- he actually thinks it's weird and unnatural not to have raw sex with his girl who's both tested and loyal
- this would also spur on his breeding kink
Jeno's teeth sink into your collarbone as he fucks you roughly against the wall. Like a dog in heat, the sound of your body snapping together is the only thing that fills the entire room.
"Such a pretty slut," he'd muttered through clenched teeth. "You only let me fuck you like this?" He'd have his palms locked around your neck as he watches you wrestle to stay conscious, "You only let me fuck you like this?" He'd repeat, this time with a much firmer voice.
Your lips trmeble as you say, "Only you Nono-"
"Fuck, I'm cumming-" and he would. The thought of you belonging to him being more than enough.
#Â Haechan | No Condom
- A menace in disguise
- For the better part of the relationship he'd entertain you and your 'we need a condom" narrative
- Boring
- He'd roll his eyes
- Until one day he just stops buying them altogether
- And then he'd throw away the condoms you kept in your house too
- And then he'd throw your birth control pills down the drain
He's whispering the most vile things into your ear as you sat on his lap, legs spread open as his fingers repeatedly stab your cunt.
His voice is low, in the way you like and your eyes are squeezed shut as you picture every filthy thing he's saying to you.
"God, Hyuck-"
"Listen to how wet you are- you want me to stick my cock inside you, huh? You wanna squeeze this tight pussy around Hyuck's cock?
"Fuck I'm, so close,' his thumb circles your clit, "I'm gonna fill you up so good, babe I promise-" you'd be done for, cumming everywhere as your body spasmed around his fingers.
"F-Fuck-"
"Great so we're on the same page then?" He'd ask,
"Huh?" You'd crane your lightheaded-head backwards, watching him with hazy eyes.
"No more condoms? We're on the same page"
"Hyuck when did i-"
"Exhibit a- he'd say, showing you his cum covered fingers glistening with your arousal.
# Jaemin | No Condom
- Jaemin considers himself a perfectly cautious guy. He is reliable and responsible, thank you very much.
- He just didn't really see much need for a condom anymore.
-He's growing tired of pulling out everytime
- He's a romantic
- He needs to feel close to you.
- When you slip up and tell him you're on birth control he's absolutely done for.
- He'd been dreaming about this since you started being intimate.
- since the thought of spurting his cum inside you had been rendering him absolutely feral
"Sorry," Jaemin said, lowering his iPad as he stared at you from across the couch, "What"d you just say?"
"I'm on birth control- hope that's okay-" your eyes would nearly fall out of your sockets as your boyfriend begins stripping right in front of you.
#Â Chen Le | No Condom
- He's thought about it... of course he's thought about it
- Chenle isn't too open about Sex until it's happening right in front of his eyes
- Only when the environment calls for it, would you even feel comfortable enough suggesting something so lewd
- the thing about that is, although he might not voice all his sexual interests allowed, there will be signs
"Jesus, what the fuck did you say to me?" Chenle had removed his headset, swiveling in his chair to stare at you wide eyed. From your spot on his bed you roll your eyes, as you tap away at your screen. "Oh so you're too busy gaming with your friends whenever i ask anything important. But the second I tell you I wanna feel you inside me, then you can hear me,"
Chenle's hand rushes to adjust the bulge forming in his sweatpants, lest he cums right there. He murmers in mandarin before severing the line as he rests his headsets on the table, fully gaining his attention. "Oh my god you're such a fucking slut-" he smirks as he slowly stands from his gaming chair. You swallowed thickly as he talks towards the bed. The environment being apparently perfect enough for Chenle's mouth to spew whatever it wanted.
"You wanna be my little slut huh? Just mine?"
# Jisung | No Condom
- a very shy boy
- a very perverted boy
- of course he's thought about hitting it raw before
- he's gotten off the the idea of breeding you ever since you became a couple.
- it was be the biggest thing on the forefront of his mind
"Wanna feel you- Jisungie," you were grinding yourself on his lap, prompted by his trembling hands guiding your hips on top of him. Jisung's mind was rotten with all the dirty things he'd dream about doing to you. This being at the top of his list.
"I need you inside mee-" you'd whisper in his ear, prompting him to gasp as his hips stutter upwards into yours. You could feel the size of his bulge underneath his clothes. You could feel the desperation with which he grinded his cock along your crotch, hoping for even the tiniest bit of friction.
"You wanna do me raw, Sungie?"
The second those words leave your mouth, a wet spot begins to form in his pants as he cuts accidently.
"F-Fuck-" he couldn't stop himself.
Despite this, Jisung's cock is still hard.
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was thinking about this story and how much i adore renjun and iâm so happy heâs back đ„Čđ„°
â Quiet Down Pt. 1 (M)â
â okay, hi everyone! this story is a renjun x fem reader x haechan story. please look at the pairings to figure out who the part/chapter will be based around. also, the warnings will be based off each part/chapter as well, so please take notice to that too. i hope you enjoy the story! â
Word Count: approx. 8k Pairings (based on each part): haechan x fem reader Warnings (based on each part): mature audiences only, explicit language, bossy fem reader, smut, hand job, masturbation (male), c*m swapping, exhibitionism, co-worker relations, consensual relations, where did my brain go with this one? Preview: Snorting on the inside you watch as Haechan attempts to seduce you. He must not have learned his lesson the last time he tried to get you to cave into him. Having little sleep last night, both excited and dreading this little long weekend getaway and the fact that Haechan is right, you are stuck with Renjun â you may be more affected by his advances, but considering your dead tiredâŠthere was only one option, to throw it back in his face and hope he leaves you alone. âIf you saw me, why didnât you come over and talk to me instead,â you lean into him keeping your voice to a whisper. âI mean, it was hard not to notice you. You looked very handsome,â you place your hand on his chest, feeling his racing heart. âYour golden skin glistening in the sun. You were so,â placing your lips to his ear you giggle. âYummy,â you whisper.
â-----------------------â
âHaechan?â You turn to where she nonchalantly gestures with the upturn of her nose.
Sitting on the grass off the side of the garden on his suit jacket Haechan props himself up with his arms. Negating to eat anything during lunch today he leans back soaking in the sun. His already beautiful sun-kissed skin getting darker each passing day.
âPass.â You go back to your phone.
âYou fucking liar!â She scoffs. âWe both know you would smash.â
Smirking you finish off the items you needed before turning back to look at Haechan. Itâs true. Haechan isâŠtempting. So very tempting. You bring your fork from your salad up to your lips. The cold metal bringing goosebumps to your skin. Leaning farther back, resting on his elbows now, Haechan unbuttons the first three buttons on his white button-down shirt. Running a hand across the nape of his neck in the sexiest way humanly possible. Turning in your direction he slides the pair of sunglasses down sending a wink your way.
Sneering you turn away from him and back to Charlotte who was doing everything in power not to droll all over her Italian sub. Itâs a known fact around the female section of your office that Charlotte has the biggest crush on Haechan. Being a married woman herself, she canât act on impulse but that doesnât stop her mind from wondering what it would be like to be with him. Glancing back to where Haechan was seated, noticing that he was still looking your way â actually his whole group of friends were looking towards you and Charlotte.
âThe hell?â You mumble seeing their gazes on you. Shaking your head, you take a bite from your salad. âSorry. Even though I would want to smash, boy would I ever want to, he himself thinks everyone wants to smash him.â You bring your attention back to your friend. âI wouldnât do it at all.â Giggling to yourself at the thought of Haechanâs face when you deny him. The glare and pout of his lips followed by whiny demands that you give in to him. âIt would piss him off so much.â
âAnd then he would throw you against your desk and fuck you from behind, is that the plan?â Charlotte asks.
âNo,â you stab your fork into your salad a devilish smirk coming to you. âThe plan is to get him to grovel on his hands and knees like the whiny little bitch he is.â
Gasping dramatically Charlotte throws you a knowing look. âDamn girl⊠Didnât know you had a mistress kink.â
âI donât,â you place your phone into your jacket pocket. âI just know that Haechan gets really whiny and sulky when he doesnât get what he wants. He likes to act big and bad but heâs a total switch, sub leaning. Iâd bet a $100 on it too!â
âOh, I agree completely. Remember when he came up to you before the Christmas party asking if you had a date? The face he made when you flirted right back even to the point of running your hand up his arm had me screaming on the inside! He gulped so fucking loud! Not to mention his eyes said it all. He totally wanted you to use him any way you wished!â She licks her lips wiggling her brows. âIâd SMASH! 100%! Heâs so fucking hot! I mean look at him,â she sighs lovingly, propping her face up with her hands. âHis glowing skin, chubby cheeks, juicy thighs and that ass!â Her lower lip gets snagged between her teeth. âIâd fuckinâ eat that ass out while jerking him off if heâd let me!â
âDude!â You grab her attention pointing to your food. âDonât talk about eating ass when Iâm eating!â
âShut it, you whore! You know youâd do it too!â
âI wouldnât! You do know what â"
She holds up a finger to your lips stopping you from finishing your question. Always seeming to be three steps ahead of you with everything. Then again, she knew you like the back of her hand.
She moves onto the next person in Haechanâs click. âJeno, smash or pass?â
âFucking smash are you kidding me?â
You donât hesitate to answer. Jeno is gorgeous! Who wouldnât want to smash him? Plus, the few times youâve seen him sleeveless at the company âbonding retreatsâ his arm muscles flexing every which way when everyone was together doing the activities. And then the one time he was in the pool, his length showing proudly when he came out of the water â his trunks sticking to him like glue. The mere image thatâs now imprinted to your brain makes you clench your legs together. Unholy thoughts filling your head before you went to sleep for months after. Mainly you being contorted in every possible way while he slams his large cock into your wet core until your fucked brainless.
Shaking her head Charlotte takes a bite of her sub. âIâd pass. Heâs gorg, donât get me wrong but heâs too much of a gym rat. Iâve gotten a hug from him before when I got that promotion last year and he felt like a fucking rock. No lie. I donât think he has much body fat. I mean imagine someone firm as stone pounding into your pussy. It already makes my pussy ache, and not in a good way. Not to mention the bruises youâd probably get. Nope not for me. I like my men to have some softness.â
âSo, Haechan?â You snort.
Offended she growls towards you. âHey! Heâs perfect!â
Holding your hands up sensing her change in demeanor you placate her. âI never said he wasnât. Remember I said I would totally smash after he was on his hands and knees begging. Plus, I like how heâs different too. Itâs nice to see some guys not working out at the gym ALL THE TIME,â sighing you poke at your salad. âEven Iâm getting tired of seeing Jaemin and Jenoâs gym selfies on Instagram.â
âNot only that but whatâs with Jaemin having so many pictures of Jeno?â Charlotte side eyes Jaemin from across the small path separating the six of you. âDo you think they might beâŠâ
âJaemin and Jeno?!â You look towards them letting her question sink in. âI mean, I wouldnât be shocked if they were but wasnât Jeno making out with his assistant? It was at the Christmas party; I swear I saw him groping her ass with his tongue down her throat.â
âEh?! NoâŠwayâŠisnât she likeâŠmarried?â
âYou know what,â realization hits you. âYouâre fucking right, she is! I remember we threw her a small bridal shower a few years back. Damn, must be rough waters in the relationship.â
âOur sheâs a thirty hoe,â Charlotte snickers. âSince weâre on the topic of Jaemin, smash or pass?â
âIâd absolutely smash,â you sigh pushing your salad away feeling far too hot and horny to even think about food. âHeâs so hot. I mean I would gladly be his submissive princess any time any day. Mother fucker is too sexy to say no to.â
âYouâre such a whore!â Charlotte cackles like a hyena garnering everyoneâs attention, including Haechan and his friends. âYou little slut!â She practically screams to the world.
âCharlotte! Shut. The. Fuck. Upâ You smack her arm.
âI canâtâŠâ she throws her head back in laughter. âYou are so fucking amazingâŠâ she wipes her eyes.
âYeah, yeah, yeahâŠâ you turn to Haechanâs group of friends noticing a set of eyes staring towards you and Charlotte. Immediately they lower their head and find refuge in playing with the laces of Haechanâs dress shoes. âYou never asked about Renjun,â smirking you hear her laughter die down immediately. âSmash or pass?â
âPass. Never! Not in a million years! What about you my little slut, smash or pass?â
âPass as well. I donât think heâs even into women,â you stare at him noticing his ears have turned a bright shade of pink. âIâve never seen him with anyone aside from Haechan and the others. Itâs weird if you think about it. I mean I wouldnât care if he was but he justâŠhe doesnât leave their sides.â
âAgree. But now that weâre done with them, what about â"
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âFinally⊠the weather cleared up,â Haechan sighs taking off his jacket before placing it on the ground. âI thought weâd have to be stuck inside for the whole day.â He leaves out a huge sigh as he sits under the sun, his head already being thrown back.
âYou make it seem like we werenât just outside yesterday,â Renjun joins him.
âI just meant that this whole is it going to downpour or is it going to stay sunny thing the weathers been doing is getting ridiculous.â
âThey do say the weather is unpredictable. It does what it wants when it wants.â Renjun peels back some plastic wrapping from his ham and cheese sandwich. âDid you get everything done in the copy room?â
âUgh, can we not talk about work? Itâs called a break for a reason.â He reaches into his pocket pulling out his sunglasses.
âSo, that means you didnât get it done, huh?â Jaemin plops down next to Renjun. âCharlotteâs going to be up your ass when we get back inside.â
âI think you mean Iâll be up her ass,â he smirks in Jaeminâs direction. âDo you think Iâm an idiot? All I have to do is sit back while papers are printed out. Not rocket science.â
âYou do it on purpose?â Jeno sits on the opposite side of Jaemin next to Renjun. âWhy do you do that?â
âHe likes the attention,â Renjun sighs. âAlso, he likes when she yells at him.â He takes a bite of his sandwich. âItâs a kink of his.â
âDudeâŠreally?â Jeno chuckles. âWhat you want a woman to put you in your place?â
âNo, I want her to think sheâs putting me in place and when the time is right, Iâll go and pound into her pussy so hard sheâll see stars.â He licks his lips. âAnd have you seen Charlotte? Those juicy thighs of hers will be the death of me. And when we were on that company retreat, her wetsuit showed her puffy â"
âEnough! Have some respect for her!â Renjun growls. âPlus, sheâs married!â
âSheâs married?â Haechan pulls down his glasses to see Renjunâs face.
âYeah, sheâs is. So, stop talking about her like some horny teenager.â
Sliding up his sunglasses Haechan leans his head back. âSorry, not all of us are as pure as you,â He rolls his eyes under his sunglasses.
âI never said I was pure,â Renjun mumbles. âI just donât talk about that kind of stuffâŠâ
ââThat kind of stuff?ââ Jaemin nudges him. âWeâre all bros here itâs okay you know. We wonât judge.â
âSpeak for yourself!â Jeno glares in Haechanâs direction. âThis little shit didnât let me forget that night at the Christmas party for months!â
âNot my fault you were dry humping a married woman with your tongue down her throat. Plus, it didnât seem like she or you were complaining much so why get pissy about it?â
âBecause I was drunk off my ass thatâs why!â Jeno throws a water bottle at Haechan almost hitting his dick in the process.
âWatch the merchandise! Iâll need it for the upcoming company retreat!â Haechan shouts.
Jaemin whispers looks towards you and Charlotte, âhey, weâve got some companyâŠâ
Scoffing Haechan leans back on his elbows turning in the direction you and Charlotte were sitting. âKnew she found me hot,â he smirks. âBut then again, who doesnât?â
âItâs not Charlotte whoâs looking at you,â Jaemin snickers.
âEh?â Haechan lowers his glasses to see your eyes meeting his. âNoâŠfuckingâŠwayâŠWell, isnât this interesting,â he starts to unbutton his shirt. âDidnât think she liked me.â He runs a hand over his neck while he keeps you in his peripheral vision but not without sending a wink your way.
âWhat the fuck are you doing?â Renjun asks shocked.
âGiving our little peeping tom a show,â he licks his lips.
Renjun reaches over smacking Haechanâs hand. âStop that!â
âYeah,â Jeno shivers. âYouâre grossing us out. Plus, she was just looking over here. Doesnât mean she thinks youâre hot.â
âThe hell it doesnât! I saw the look in her eyes. She was screaming for me to fuck her out here in the open. I bet sheâs a freak in bed. What do they sayâŠâa lady in the streets a freak in sheets?â Bet sheâs a screamer too. Sheâs always sweet and soft spokenâŠI know sheâs a whore in the bedroom.â
âDoesnât matter what you think,â Jeno leans in keeping his voice down. âIâm not bullshitting, I saw her and Charlotte making out at the Christmas party.â
Haechan rips his glasses off his face. Eyes wide as saucers. âYouâre a fucking liar! They did not!â
âI swear I saw it! Went to take a piss and there they wereâŠCharlotte had her pressed up against the wall. If I didnât have to piss so bad, I would have stayed and watched the show. Fucking hot as hell.â
âSh-She-Sheâs gay?!â Renjun gasps looking in your direction. âShe canât beâŠâ he whispers to himself but Jaemin catches it.
âWait a second. Renjun,â his hand rests on Renjunâs shoulder as he peeks his head around to see more of his face. âDonât tell me you like herâŠâ
âWh-What?!â Renjunâs voice cracks.
âYouâre shitting me,â Jeno starts laughing. âYou like her, donât you?â
âI-I-I never said I did!â Renjun starts whining. âStop playing, I was just shocked to find out she and Charlotte kissed thatâs all. I swear!â He holds his hands up.
Haechan sits up into a seated position. His head tilting at his best friendâs words. âYou do like her,â he points an accusatory finger. âAdmit it! Damn this is too good!â He starts to laugh along with Jeno. âThe offices angels in love! How fucking rich is this?!â
âShut up!â Renjun tackles him his hands going straight to Haechanâs throat. âI never said I liked her.â
Haechan doesnât stop laughing despite Renjunâs pleads. âYou totally do! Want me to tell you what sheâs like in bed? Get you the inside scoop?â He wiggles his brows.
âKnock it off!â Renjunâs grip on his neck tightens.
âOh, someoneâs getting mad,â he snickers. âBet you wouldnât have the balls to even talk to her.â
âI can talk to her if I wanted too! I just donât want to!â With one final squeeze of Haechanâs throat Renjun pushes himself off of him and goes back to his spot, his sandwich long since squished. âFucking dickâŠâ he mumbles.
âItâs okay if you do like her,â Jaemin gives Renjun a squeeze. âShe is really pretty. I donât blame you. Plus, sheâs nice and is a hard worker. Unlike someone we know,â he glances at Haechan.
âYeah, so what if she made out with Charlotte,â Jeno looks to where Charlotte was now cackling her head off. The word âslutâ gaining everyone arounds attention as well as your stressed-out face. Â âThey seem to be really close friends.â
âClose friends who make out?â Renjun sighs. âLook, I justâŠI just think sheâs pretty, okay? Iâm not saying I like her. I justâŠâ he turns in your direction your eyes meeting again for the second time today. âIâŠâ
âFifty bucks you wonât have the balls to talk to her,â Haechan smirks. âYou have an entire week to go up to her and have an actual conversation. Not just a âhiâ and âbye.â A full length thirty plus minute conversation. Iâll even give you $200 if you kiss her by the end of the week.â
âIâll double down on that,â Jeno chimes in.
âGuys, for real,â Jaemin looks between Jeno and Haechan. âThis isnât something you bet on. Renjun really likes ââ
âYou think I wonât?!â Renjun stands his arms glued to his side. His hands in tight fists turning his knuckles white in the process. âIâll show you! Iâll show all of you! Fucking jerks!â
Renjun storms off back into the building through the side door. Garnering the attention of everyone around at his sudden explosion of emotion â Charlotte and yourself included.
âDid you have to do that?â Jaemin sighs standing up, dusting off his pants.
âWhat? He wonât do it. Heâs too shy to talk to anyone but us. How heâs managed to have us as friends is still shocking.â Â
âGrow the fuck up, Haechan.â Jaemin leaves heading straight for the side door Renjun walked through.
âWhatâs up with him? He on his period or something?â Haechan asks Jeno.
âNo, youâre just an ass.â He lays back onto the grass enjoying the sunny day. âBut since Iâve decided to enter the bet, I guess Iâm on your side for now,â he peeks up giving Haechan a smirk. âThink heâll actually go through with it?â
Haechan turns to look at you and Charlotte getting up from the table you were sitting at and throwing your trash away. âIf heâs smart, he will.â
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This couldnât be happening. Your eyes dart from one person to the next as bright cheers and smiles fill the larger-than-life conference room. No, seriously, this had to be some kind of joke. One-by-one, your boss holds open a large black top hat and those on the right side of the room, which you stand, were to pick from the hat drawing names on folded pieces of printer paper. Sasha, one of your friends at the office jumps for joy when she opens her paper seeing Jaeminâs name written in bold letters. Charlotte on your left side as well gasps when she pulls out Haechanâs name. The universe seeming to favor your two friends over yourself today. How could this have happened? What in your past life or current life ended you in this pickle?
âWho did you get?â Sasha squeals as she holds your hand up revealing the name that you chose. âNo way,â her hand falls from your wrist.
âWhat? Who did she get?â Charlotte leans over to you her body freezing as she sees the name written in the same bold black font as Haechan and Jaeminâs. âMan, that sucks for youâŠâ She snickers.
âThis has to be a joke,â you mutter more to yourself than to anyone else.
âIt isnât. Iâm sorry to say that you are not in the Twilight Zone.â Charlotte's hand firmly grips your ass cheek making you jump and swat her hand away. âHave fun in the land of celibacy,â she giggles.
âWhat the hell?!â You scream at her.
âWell, Iâve got to go to my man,â she waves Haechanâs name in the air. âHeâs waiting for me.â She starts to head across the room light on her feet. âOh, Haechan!!â She sings out over the chatter of your co-workers.
âMaybe it wonât be as bad as you think,â Sasha rests a reassuring hand on your shoulder. âI mean, at least heâs nice, right? Iâm sure youâll have an amazing time.â She kisses your cheek a pout on her face. âIâm going to go and talk to Jaemin now, okay?â
âUh, y-yeah,â smiling as best you could your friend follows the same path as Charlotte had moments before where both Haechan and Jaemin were sitting down. Haechan now talking to Charlotte happily.
It just didnât make sense. How in the hell did Charlotte end up drawing Haechanâs name out of the hat? There are over thirty guys working on your floor and she just so happened to pull the name of the one guy sheâd roll over onto her back for if he asked her to? And Sasha? Lord knows you love her but what the hell?! How did she get Jaemin? Even she pulled out her crush. Looking down at the name in the paper you drew your heart sinks to the pit of your stomach.
This was supposed to be a fun weekend. The whole company going to a lakefront hotel to do another round of bounding before the new quarter starts and everyone is forced to focus on the massive amounts of deadlines for the magazine. How the hell did you get the one person who can single handedly ruin this trip for you?
âUm, h-hello,â a soft whisper of a voice causes you to shake your head.
âYes?â You turn in the direction of the voice to discover, Huang Renjun.
Freezing in an upright position, chest up, arms back, and head facing forward aside from it darting around the room to find everyone paired up already. Rigidly, as if you were the Tin Man from the Wizard of Oz still extremely rusted, you turn in Renjunâs direction.
âWe are, uh, partnerâs, right?â He asks his head low. His fingers twisting together nervously. âI donât think weâve been properly introduced. I-I-Iâm Huang Renjun,â he finally looks up as he extends his hand. âItâs a pleasure to finally meet you.â
Like on autopilot you say a quick hello and shake his hand. That isâŠuntil you noticed how small his hand is. It was actuallyâŠadorable? Not much bigger than your own. Trying not to stare you keep your eyes fixated on Renjunâs face. Bad idea. Terrible idea. Not taking much notice to him aside from a few encounters in the elevator with Sasha and Charlotte along with you, keeping yourself pressed in the corner disinterested in what they were going on about â and earlier this week when Charlotte asked if you would smash or pass him, it was the first time you had a close look at Renjunâs face. Heâs positively adorable.
Gorgeous alabaster skin, twinkling dark brown eyes that seem to sparkle under the fluorescent lighting in the conference room. His round framed glasses giving him a webtoon character look. The type of guy who is the shy office nerd, most likely collecting manga or binges anime like his life depends on it â but just like Clark Kent, he has a secret about him. A secret waiting to be unfolded. In this very moment a spark shoots through your heart. A secret that is hidden behind Renjunâs eyes. Drawing you closer to him.
Your eyes travel down to his soft pink lips that glisten and his smile, lord does he have the sweetest smile. Slowly you turn into a puddle as he continues to babble about how excited he is to be partnered with you. Heâs so pure and innocent. Everything about Renjun screamed virtuous. An earthly angel. A gift sent down from heaven to remind humanity that heaven is in fact, for real.
âI canât believe weâre partners! Not to mention the lakefront hotel? It looks like itâll be a lot of fun!â He gushes. âI hope we can become close after this.â
âCl-Close?â You ask.
Nodding eagerly, he beams his ethereal light upon you. Instantaneously youâre showered in joy and tranquility. Heavenâs gates opening up to you. Signifying you have a place waiting for you, with this beautiful angel as your guide.
âYes! Iâve admired you for quite some time,â he lowers his head bashfully. âI, uh, I was hoping one day I would be able to partner up with you. Now that itâs happening,â he peeks up his long dark lashes fluttering like butterfly wings. âI canât help myself from hoping weâll become friends after this.â
Friends? Renjun wants to become friends? That isâŠthat has to be⊠Holding your arms tightly against your frame, resisting the urge to open your arms and welcome him into a tight embrace and smothering his cute adorable face in smooches you give him a polite nod.
âI hope we can become close as well, Renjun. I do want to warn youâŠwhen it comes to the group activities, I can be a bit bossy. I donât like to lose at all. So, I wonât go easy on you.â
That part is true. Despite the huge urge to give up everything you owned for this beautiful angelic man in front of you, you werenât going to baby him at all. The company bounding trips were to create a better work environment where everyone can become familiar with each other, but it was also the time for fun competitive games. Last year you ended up being partners with Jaehyun and you found out the hard way how shitty it was to lose. Both Jaehyun and yourself getting the worst room if you could even call it a room. Two beds so close that you were basically sleeping side-by-side. A tiny bathroom that had you hunched over like you were in one of those tiny houses. It was terrible! How your boss found that resort was beyond you, but this time you were determined to come out on top or at least within the top five.
Then againâŠa strange thought pops into your head. Being squished in a small room with Renjun. His glasses laying on the night stand. His large eyes staring into yours as you wish each other a good night, but when your eyes meet a tether of electricity seething between the two of you. Pulling you closer together until your sharing the same breath. His tongue skating over his lips, while you run your hand through his short black hairâŠ
Shaking your head, you pull yourself away from that thought. That would never happen. Not with the way heâs gushing about wanting to be friends and to be close to you and how much he admires you. Heâs talking more like a fan than a lover. Solidifying your theory that Renjun in fact doesnât like women.
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âWhat the fuck am I going to do?â You lay back onto your bed staring at your ceiling. âHow did this happen?â You ask both Charlotte and Sasha who you were currently on a call with.
âIt wonât be that bad,â Sasha tries to calm you down. âHeâs a sweetheart. Trust me, I worked with him on the one article about the actress having an affair and he literally was super sweet to her despite the fact she was a lying cheating hoe. I mean she was cheating on Dustin Smith, like how can he be nice to her when that bitch cheated on the father of my future children?â
âSashaâŠâ you groan.
âOkay, okay, but seriously, heâs a nice guy.â
âThatâs not her problem Sasha,â Charlotte finally speaks up. âHer problem is that she wanted to get some dick this trip and sheâll be left dry humping a pillow.â
âI never said I wanted to get dick this trip!â You sit up angrily. âDonât put words in my mouth!â
âPlease, you know youâve been going through a dry spell. Hoping youâd get partnered up with Jaehyun again?â She growls playfully. âYou want some of that hot prince cock,â she starts cackling.
"What makes you think she wonât get any this trip?â Sasha asks Charlotte.
âRenjun, heâs unsmashable, duh.â
âUnsmashable?â Sasha asks. âWhat the hell does that mean?â
Clarifying you sigh loudly, âwe were playing smash or pass and we both confirmed we would pass on Renjun.â
âWell, thatâs rude, you donât even know him.â Sasha mumbles. âI donât think heâs unsmashable. Heâs just innocent. Probably doesnât have a lot of experience.â She tries her best to defend him. âWhat makes him unsmashable?â
âThe fact that heâs clearly gay,â Charlotte states. âI mean have you heard about him dating anyone, making out with them at the holiday parties? No! Because heâs clearly gay.â
âSays the two who were clawing at each other at the Christmas party! Oh! And one of them being a married woman!â
âShut up!â Both you and Charlotte scream over the phone.
âWe were drunk off our asses and my hubby was being a prick during that time,â Charlotte mumbles.
Nodding despite the fact they canât see you. âWe werenât in the right state of mind back then.â
âYeah, yeah, donât judge anyone until you get to know them. I donât think heâs gay. Iâve never gotten that vibe from him. Heâs just innocent. Iâm sure once you get to know him, youâll find out the answer to all of your questions. Just give him a chance. Heâs super sweet.â
âShe wants some of Renjunâs dick apparently,â Charlotte teases.
âCanât agree with you more,â you start laughing finally feeling better about the trip tomorrow.
Sasha grumbles two seconds from hanging up on the two of you, âI hate you both.â
âWE LOVE YOU SASHA!â
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Taking a seat towards the back of the bus you pull out your phone and AirPods. This was going to be an over four-hour drive to the lakefront and you made sure that you would keep yourself busy. Something about relaxing music while watching the scenery change from the busy city life to the quiet suburb and country life to the shore that helps create a calmness within you. Gearing you up for a nice trip before a hectic quarter. Just as you press the play button the open spot next to you dips down. Thinking it was Charlotte or Sasha you donât bother to look up.
âI was wondering when you would get here. Have to take Richard to work again?â You ask thinking it was Charlotte.
âNot sure who Richard is so no, I didnât have to take him to work.â An unfamiliar voice speaks up.
Gasping you turn to find the person was neither Sasha nor Charlotte but the evil little shit himself, Haechan.
âWh- What are you doing? Why are you sitting here?â
Offended he places a hand over his heart. âIs this not a free country? Canât a man sit anywhere he pleases?â
âYeahâŠbutâŠâ
âBut what? I saw you sitting back here all alone and thought you looked sad. So, Iâm here to cheer you up! They donât call me Fullsun for no reason.â
âFullsun?â You scoff. âWhat is that supposed to mean and why does being a âFullsunâ have anything to do with me?â You inquire.
âWell, if you havenât noticed I have beautiful tan skin and I make everyone happy. So, Fullsun. Why it has something to do with youâŠIâm here to make you a very happy woman,â he leans in placing a gentle kiss on your cheek.
Shocked by his bold move you stare at him with dead eyes. âDid I give you permission to do that?â You flatly ask going back to your phone. âAlso, who says Iâm not happy? Iâm perfectly content with everything at the moment. Thank you very much.â
âEven with being partnered up with Renjun?â He asks leaning his face close to yours. âYou know I saw you looking at me the other day,â he places his hand on your thigh. âI was waiting for you to come over and talk to me.â
Snorting on the inside you watch as Haechan attempts to seduce you. He must not have learned his lesson the last time he tried to get you to cave into him. Having little sleep last night, both excited and dreading this little long weekend getaway and the fact that Haechan is right, you are stuck with Renjun â you may be more affected by his advances, but considering your dead tiredâŠthere was only one option, to throw it back in his face and hope he leaves you alone.
âIf you saw me, why didnât you come over and talk to me instead,â you lean into him keeping your voice to a whisper. âI mean, it was hard not to notice you. You looked very handsome,â you place your hand on his chest, feeling his racing heart. âYour golden skin glistening in the sun. You were so,â placing your lips to his ear you giggle. âYummy,â you whisper.
âFuckâŠâ he gulps loudly moving his body closer to you. âI, uh, I didnât think you, uh, liked me at allâŠâ his eyes tremble in anticipation.
âQuite the contrary,â you slide your hand down his chest stopping at his tummy. Watching as he takes a sharp inhale. âI like you a lot.â
âFuck, I hate Renjun right now,â he growls. âWhy couldnât you have pulled my name? Or switched with Charlotte?â He grabs your hand moving it lower, past the top of his pants. âYouâre so hot.â
He places your hand over his hardening cock. Shocked your head shoots up looking around at the bus starting to fill up. He must be out of his mind! This wasnât funny at all. On a bus! Where there are people! Not just people but people who you work with! Turning back to Haechan his lips are parted, eyes hooded, and his golden skin shows faint signs of turning red. He was already this aroused?!
âWhat exactly do think youâre doing?â You ask him trying to keep your cool. Never did you think your small teasing would have you in this predicament.
Moving your hand across his pelvis Haechan breathes in a shaky breath. âI think Iâm starting my weekend off now,â he sits up as Jeno, Jaemin, and Renjun head back to where the two of you were. âFuck! Switch spots with me.â He gets up hopping up onto the seat. âHurry!â
Quickly you move so that youâre on the outside and Haechan is on the inside. As the two of you get situated a throat clears next to you. Looking up you find Renjun and Jaemin staring down at you.
âG-Good morning,â you gulp hoping they donât notice Haechanâs little problem.
âGood morning,â Jaemin beams. His smile truly the undoing of every man and womanâs hearts. âI didnât expect to see the two of you together.â He gestures to Haechan and yourself.
âJust getting better acquainted,â Haechan wraps his arm around your shoulders. âPlus, I need to vet her to make sure she wonât hurt our man.â
Your head whips to Haechan. âVet me?â You ask through gritted teeth.
Haechan gives you a look before smiling. Clearly telling you to go along with what he was saying otherwise youâll be caught. âRenjun is very shy. Just checking out his partner is all. As his best friend itâs my responsibility to look after him.â
âAnd as her best friend itâs my job to call you out on your bullshit!â Charlotteâs voice appears in front of you and Haechan. âAdmit it, Haechan, youâre smitten.â She sends you a wink before taking notice to Haechanâs lap. Her eyes going wide as she looks your way but you shake your head. Begging her with everything inside of you for her to keep what is clearly visual a secret.
âRenjun,â she calls still looking at you. âSince our partners are getting to know each other, why donât we do the same?â She sends him a warm smile.
âI-IâŠâ he looks at you lost and confused.
âCome on, I donât bite.â She grabs his arm pulling him into the seat in front of you. âJeno, Jaemin, sit there. We can talk easier this way!â She points to the seat across from her.
âSure,â Jaemin shrugs giving Haechan a quick once over. âWhy not?â
âWhat about Sasha?â You ask leaning over the seat, your face between Renjun and Charlotteâs. Turning to face Renjun you get a whiff of his shampoo. Even his damn shampoo makes him smell like an angel! What in the world is going on with this man?!
âSasha is going to drive to the lakefront. She had an emergency last night. Her dad needed to go to the hospital. Donât worry, sheâs going to be there. Seems he just had a little fall is all.â
âEh?!â You clammer to your feet. âIs he okay? Why is she still coming? Shouldnât she stay with him?â
Waving you off Charlotte pushes you back with the tip of her finger. âShe said heâs fine. He didnât break anything and sheâll be at the lakefront around dinner time. Sorry Jaemin, looks like youâre going to have to represent both of you in the first game.â
Shrugging Jaemin sighs. âIt canât be helped. I just hope everything is fine.â
You were just about to ask one more question when a hand sliding up your leg has you looking behind you. Haechan now has his hand in his pants. His eyes half open while his lower lip snagged under his top teeth. Good lord this guy is crazy!
âPlease,â he grabs your hand intertwining your fingers.
You sit down slowly. Pulse raising a mile a minute. What in the hell did you get yourself into? Haechanâs hand doesnât leave yours. Gripping tighter as he continues to rub over his hardened length.
âH-HaechanâŠâ you whisper reaching over to stop him. âYou canât do that. Not here!â
âTouch me, pleaseâŠâ he buries his face in the crook of your neck his lips resting gently on your moistening skin. âI need youâŠâ he trembles just speaking those words. âI want to feel your hand around me.â
âHaechan,â you move away from him taking your hand out of his.
âNoâŠâ he whines reaching for you.
Grabbing his face between your hands you squish his cheeks together. âIâm not going to touch you until I want to.â You squish his cheeks together once more giggling internally with how cute he looks.
âI need you,â he whines through his squished cheeks. âNowâŠâ
Lowering your hands, you move closer to him. Turning yourself so that no one will be able to see him at all. The last thing you needed was someone seeing him masturbating next to you and call everyoneâs attention to it. Talk about a nightmare. You reach into him giving him a quick peck on the lips trying to calm him down. âI said,â you keep your voice barely above a whisper. âWhen I feel like touching you.â
Lifting his hips up, Haechan slides down his jeans just enough to free his hardened length. Seeing the impression, it leaves through his briefs has you licking his lips. Granted not the size that you saw with Jeno, but still enough to have you weak in the knees â you take notice to the wet stain of precum glistening under the light radiating from the window. Licking your lips to create some form of moisture you watch with hawk-like eyes as Haechan finally frees himself.
âFuck,â he hisses stroking his hardened cock.
âDoes it feel good?â You whisper.
Haechan turns to see you staring hungrily at his length. Your lips parted, tongue running over your dry lips as he strokes himself.
âSoâŠfucking goodâŠâ his hips buck up into his hands. âWish it were you instead.â He leans into you finding any type of solace he can with his body touching yours.
âKeep going,â you reach out tucking some of his hair behind his ear. âYou look so hot right now.â
Humming Haechan grips his cock in his hand thrusting his hips upward. This has to be the hottest thing youâve seen in your life. Knowing full well what a cute submissive Haechan would be you didnât expect your teasing to end you here â Haechanâs cock out, him stroking himself and the hustle and bustle of people around you talking and laughing, completely unaware of the naughtiness going on in the back seat. Yeah, this was fucking hot!
Dropping your head down you open your mouth. A long strand of saliva dripping down helping to slick up Haechanâs cock.
âSh-Shit,â he grabs the back of your head fisting a handful of your hair. âPlease, pleaseâŠâ he begs.
âNot so fast,â you lift yourself up, your face close to his. âOnly when youâre about to cum,â you kiss him gently enjoying this far too much. âOnly then will I touch you.â
With one last kiss and a quick flick of your tongue over his lips, you sit back making sure to block him from the now two women sitting across from the two of you.
âMake sure to stay quiet,â you whisper close to his ear. âWonât want anyone to know what youâre doing back here.â
Haechan strokes himself faster. âFuck, I donât careâŠâ his head is thrown back, resting on your shoulder. âI donât fucking care who sees,â he pumps himself faster.
âSuch an attention whore,â you scold kissing his forehead. âDidnât think you would be like this in public. Wanting everyoneâs attention while you stroke your cock. To have people on their knees begging for your cum.â
âOnly you,â he leaves out an airy moan. âOnly youâŠI only want youâŠâ
âLiar.â You giggle, wrapping your arm around him. Your fingers running through his hair. âYou want everyone here to see you like this. Admit it.â
He shakes his head but doesnât stop pumping his cock. âNo. Only youâŠI only want youâŠâ
Me?â You ask kissing his forehead again. âWhy do you want me?â
âSo sexy,â he moves his hand faster. His chest rising and falling quickly as he pushes himself closer to his release. âYouâre so fucking sexyâŠâ
âIâm sexy? What about me is sexy?â
âHereâŠnowâŠâ he cries out.
âShut it!â You place a hand over his mouth. âKeep your voice down or else everyone will find out.â
His eyes roll into the back of his head. His hips and hand moving together in a sensuous rhythm. He was getting close.
âYou have to promise me to keep your voice down, okay?â You ask your hand still flat across his mouth. Nodding eagerly Haechan kisses the palm of your hand. âYouâll be a good boy and wonât make a sound?â You ask him and again he nods his head. âMove your hand.â You order.
Like the good little whore he is, Haechan moves his hand. His cock twitching in the air desperate for attention. The head red and swollen eagerly waiting to release the cum building up. Spitting into your palm as quietly as you can â you rub over his swollen tip.
âMother fuckerâŠâ Haechan moans into your neck. âFeels so good,â he kisses your neck in sloppy wet kisses.
âLike that?â You ask running your hand down his length.
Warm and solid in your hand. Not to veiny either. Squishing your legs together you fight off the urge to touch yourself. It was already risky to have Haechan in the state he was in, but to have you with your legs spread â co-workers just a seat away while he rammed his fingers inside your soaking wet core, well that was too much of a risk.
âMmmâŠI want to feel your lips on me,â he sucks on your neck. âSuch pretty lips would look amazing around my cock,â he nips your collarbone.
âNot today,â you bite down on your lower lip.
âWhy?â He moves his head lower kisses along your dĂ©colletage. âI want itâŠâ
Wrapping your hand around him tighter he grunts. âWhat you want doesnât matter. Be glad Iâm even doing this for you.â You scold him. âDidnât know you were this much of a slut. Begging for me to suck you off in front of everyone. Disgusting...â
âNo,â he looks at you with hooded eyes. The only thing behind them lust. âIâm not aâ" he stops himself, his eyes fluttering shut.
âGonna cum?â You whisper in his ear. âCum for me. Cum like the good little slut you are.â
Thrusting his pelvis up into your hand, squelching sounds from your spit coating his cock start to fil up the back seat around you. Haechanâs breathing becomes erratic and louder as he gets closer to his release.
âCome onâŠâ you kiss his ear. âShow me that youâre a good little slut and cum for me.â
You do the last thing you can think of to send him over the edge. Opening your mouth, you bite down on his earlobe. Showing your dominance over the twitching man next to you. Haechan lets out a low guttural growl as he shoots hot strands of cum onto your hand.
âShitâŠâ he bucks his hips continuing to coat your hand with his seed. âSoâŠfuckingâŠgoodâŠâ
Watching him spill onto you the urge to bend down and suck up any remaining cum is shot down by the jolt of the bus being put into gear starting off to the lakefront. Cheers of your co-workers sounding out making you look up for just a second to see your boss holding the walkie-talkie to announce how long it will take to get to your destination. Approximately four hours and thirty minutes, traffic and weather permitting.
âHeyâŠâ Haechanâs voice pulls you back to him. His cock still in your hand, cum dripping down from your fist onto his briefs.
âOh!â You pull your hand away looking around for something to wipe his cum off with.
Grabbing your hand Haechan pulls it up to his mouth and does the unthinkable. Opening wide he slurps up his cum. His tongue and lips making sure to clean you as good as he can. You think heâs going to swallow but when he pulls you closer to him, his lips finding solace on yours â he pushes some of his cum into your mouth. The slight bitter and saltiness making you wiggle in his grasp. Wrapping his arm around your waist, keeping you close to him, Haechanâs lips move along yours.
His cum swooping between his mouth to yours. This was absolutely the hottest thing in the world! Deepening the kiss, you cross your legs together feeling the trickle of arousal seeping through your panties. Your tongues swirl around each other, his cum beginning to smear onto your lips and chin as you fight for dominance. Desperate for air you pull back a thick strand of saliva and cum between the two of you. Haechan breaks the strand with his finger before swallowing what was left in his mouth. Doing the same you stare at him in awe. Never in your wildest dreams would you ever pictured Haechan likes this.
âI really wish you were my partner,â he leans in his lips gently caressing yours. Kissing you with feather like touches. âWeâd be able to have more fun.â He mumbles against your lips. âWhy couldnât you have picked my name?â His lips move down to your neck where he nips and kisses you. âI want to finish what we startedâŠâ
âM-Me tooâŠâ You whisper getting lost in the residual taste of his essence that was left on his lips.
This fact was true. In this moment Haechan was the only person on your mind. The mere moment in time you just shared with him not enough to satisfy you. If this was any indication of what was to come for the long weekend, you were damn sure you were going to have the time of your life.
Readjusting himself, Haechan slides his cock back into briefs before pulling his jeans up. Reaching into your purse looking for your tin of Altoids, not wanting to have Haechanâs cum as the fragrance of your breath you hear your phone go off. A message from Charlotte showing on your screen.
Whatever just happened with you and Haechan you owe me big time! I heard a few noises from him and Iâm dying up here! Renjun didnât notice so youâre good! Youâre welcome! Iâll take details as payment for my service. By the way, just got some juicy information⊠Renjun is not gay! Looks like you may be in for a nice weekend. Lucky bitch! I hate you!
Renjun? Perhaps this weekend could be fun after all? A smile coming to your lips as you pop a mint into your mouth.
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â ( drabble ) baby fever Ìš ! àšà§ äž ë§íŹìŽ Ő
âž âž° â finally confronting mark about his baby fever ăŸ
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request. hi you have the vision baby, mark has baby fever fic please, pretty please đ„șđ„ș & since you're taking requests, maybe something with nct dream? or even just mark, my ult bias original husband loml..........
ă àšà§ authors note ă i hope you don't mind i combined them , also happy birthday or belated birthday cause you didn't specify which day it was đ«¶đœ.
you seen the signs; the lingering looks at baby clothes in stores; the smiling lovingly at the kids you'd pass playing on the playground, liking the celebrity children photos when he truly never cared before â but that wasn't it , he began to rub your stomach, whether he noticed or not you didn't know , but you did know one thing and you really didn't need a confirmation , but you wanted one anyway.
âyou wanna have baby?â the boy was stunned. âh-huh?â you smiled , climbing into his lap on the couch. âwhat are you talking about?â he asked , coughing nervously. âi've watched you for the past few weeks, and unless your brother is having a baby, i think you want a baby.â
âi-im sorry if that makes you uncomfortable.â he stuttered. âyou could've told me though.â you said, kissing his neck. âit is me you want to have a baby with right?â he nodded. âof course baby, who else would i want to have a baby with?â he took control, flipping you over so you were on your back. âmark.â
âi want nothing more than to fuck you until you're pregnant with my baby.â his lips were on yours, you moaned out his name. âm-mark i'm still on birth control.â you laughed, tugging at his hair , he looked at you with want in his eyes. âdoesn't mean we can't practice right?â he said, pulling down your pants. âi can still fuck you raw right now.â
he wasted no time pushing his hard cock into your waiting hole; you giving him the go to fuck you raw made him hard. âfuck you're so tight baby.â he began to thrust into you. âso fucking warm.â he moaned , holding your hand above your head. âma-mark please.â you whined. âde-deeper please.â panting above you , his cock stretching you out deliciously. âyou like my cock baby?â he cursed. âgonna let me fuck a baby inside you?â you nodded. âpl-please.â
âfu-fuck you'll look so cute with my baby.â he began to pound into you faster. âall pregnant and swollen because of me.â he released your hands , allowing you to run your hands up his shirt , scratching his back. âsh-shit baby.â he hissed. âgonna fill you up real good.â he whispered into your ear. âgonna flood your pussy with my cum.â
your legs were wrapped around his waist , he kept pounding into you. âma-mark im gonna cum.â you moaned. âyeah?â he grunted. âcum for me baby, cum all over my dick.â he moaned as you tightened around him , mouth dropping over as you came , he cursed. âsh-shit im gonna cum.â he moaned , his thrust faltering before you could feel his warm sticky cum shooting deeply into your womb. âfu-fuck baby that's it , take my cum.â
he slowly stops his thrust; keeping you plugged with his cum. âfuck i love you so much.â he kissed your lips. âso so much baby.â he pulled out of you , him cum leaking from your hole. âsh-shit i wish you weren't on your birth control.â you laughed. âyou really want a baby that bad?â he nodded. âso fucking bad.â he groaned.
âgonna keep fucking you until you're for sure pregnant with my baby.â
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LEE JENO FIC REC LIST
s, smut | f, fluff | a, angst
everyone in heat after tds3. everyone is me. > lots are from my old recs so itâs extra long!
recommendation masterlist
rich purity [ virgin!jeno x fem!reader ] [ fwb, university au ] s,f,a
fight club [ fighter!jeno x fem!reader, strangers to lovers ] s,f
in your eyes, part two [ player!jeno x fem!reader, college au ] s,f,a
summer love [ brothers bestfriend!jeno x fem!reader ] [ 90's summer au ] f
the antics [ model!jeno x fem!reader ] s,f,a
pride & prejudice. [ pride and prejudice!jeno x afab!reader ] s,f,a
netflix and chill [ jeno x fem!reader ] [ college au, strangers to lovers ] s,f
two photos, two kisses [ one night stand to lovers au ] s,f,a
impaled [ boyfriend!jeno x fem!reader x roommate!haechan ] [frat/soccer au] s
reel [ friend group camping trip au ] s,f
i suddenly realize my archnemisis is hot (during a battle to the death). [ son of ares!jeno x daughter of nike!reader ] f,a
summer hair = forever young [ strangers to lovers, summer fling au ] s,f,a
my first and last [ campus heartbreaker!jeno x fem!reader, friends to lovers au ] s,f,a
premium boy-toy [ stripper!jeno x fem!reader ] s
the walls are thin [ roommate!jeno x fem!reader x roommate!jaemin } s
promiscuous [ established relationship, jeno x ex-stripper!reader ] s
hush, hush. [ jeno, haechaen, jaemin x fem!reader ] s
wicked games [ enemies to lovers au ] s,f,a
sugar daddy galore! [ sugardaddy jeno & jaemin x fem!reader ] s
wanna know what it's like [ alt!jeno x fem!reader ] [ fwb au ] s,f
someone with secrets [ jeno x fem!reader ] [ classroom au ] s
open the gates, let me in [ bestfriend!jeno x fem!reader ] ft. haechan and jaemin f
shameless [ step-son x step-mom reader ] s
step on a crack, dr. leeâs gonna break your back! [ chiropractor!jeno x fem!reader ] s
the perks of having a hot best friend [ bestfriend!jeno x fem!reader ] f,a
only for me [ bestfriend!jeno x fem!reader ] s,f,a
scream [ halloween party au, frat party au ] s
fuck around and find out [ bestfriend!jeno x fem!reader ] s
bet! [ bestfriends to lovers au, college au ] f,a
sizing it up [ boyfriend jeno x reader ] s
summer heat and summer swim [ established relationship, pool day au ] s,f
brother's bestfriend!lee jeno x reader [ brother's best friend!jeno ] s
the boy next door [ neighbor!jeno x fem!reader ] s,f,a
be careful what you wish for [ boyfriend!jeno x fem!reader ] s
get smart [ boyfriend!jeno x fem!reader ] s
take my breath [ alpha!jeno x fem omega!reader ] s
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after all this time?
word count â 8.2k
genre â smut, fluffÂ
synopsis â you run into jeno, your ex, at a college party. despite a tough breakup, the spark between you never faded. after a night of reconnecting and reigniting, you realize some feelings are too deep to ever truly go away.
warnings â explicit sexual content, explicit language and swearing, sexual themes, intense emotional scenes, reconciliations and reunions, donât expect unnecessary and forced angst, this is a story of two emotionally mature and intelligent lovers, communication communication!!, oral sex, unprotected sex (stay safe!!), intense smut scenes with themes of dominance and submission, scenes depicting emotional vulnerability and deep angst, themes of unhealed emotional wounds and confrontations, mentions of past relationship trauma and heartbreak, hea!!Â
âAfter all this time, you still love me?â you whisper, your gaze intently searching his for confirmation.
He nods, his response quick and unwavering, infused with a depth of sincerity that leaves no room for doubt. âAfter all this time,â he affirms softly.
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The muffled thump of music grew louder as you and Yeji approached the house, the bass reverberating through the cool night air. It was your first night on campus, and the idea of starting over had already filled you with enough nervous energy to last a lifetime. Transferring halfway through your academic course wasnât something youâd planned, but circumstances had changed, and now, so had you.Â
Your arms were interlocked with Yejiâs, her presence steady and reassuring. You shot her a thankful smile, feeling a rush of gratitude wash over you. You hadnât expected to make friends so quickly, especially on your first day, but Yeji had greeted you with a warmth that immediately put you at ease. Her bright, welcoming smile and easygoing attitude made the transition less daunting, and now, with her by your side, you felt like maybeâjust maybeâthings would be okay.
As you glanced around, the neighborhood was bathed in the soft glow of streetlights, the shadows of swaying trees flickering against the sidewalks. The crispness of the autumn night lingered in the air, a reminder that you were stepping into a new chapter of your life. A party wasnât exactly how youâd imagined spending your first night, but Yeji had insisted.Â
âYouâll get to know people this way,â sheâd said, her voice light and encouraging. And now, despite your doubts, here you were, standing outside a house that seemed to pulse with life from within.
The house itself was large, the kind of place that screamed "party central" the moment you laid eyes on it. Soft, colorful lights spilled from the windows, casting a warm, inviting glow across the front yard. You could see silhouettes moving behind the windows, the faint murmur of laughter and conversation blending with the steady beat of the music. It looked like one of those classic college parties youâd only seen in moviesâpeople standing in clusters, drinks in hand, and a general air of excitement buzzing through the night.
You adjusted the strap of your dress nervously, feeling the weight of the newness pressing down on your shoulders. A party had never really been your scene, especially not on the first night in an unfamiliar place, but something about this moment felt different. You werenât the same person who avoided stepping out of her comfort zone. You were here now, and you wanted to make the most of it.
âReady?â Yejiâs voice broke through your thoughts, her eyes shining with anticipation as she glanced over at you. Her energy was infectious, and you found yourself nodding, despite the tight knot of anxiety still sitting in your chest.
You took a deep breath, letting the sounds of the night fill your sensesâthe distant hum of cars passing, the rustle of leaves in the wind, the faint echo of laughter from the house. It was all part of this new world you were stepping into, and for the first time in a long time, you felt the stirrings of excitement mingling with your nerves.
âLetâs do this,â you said, your voice more confident than you felt.
As the two of you made your way toward the front door, you could feel the energy of the party radiating outward. The door opened, and a wave of warmth hit you, both from the inside heat and the buzz of life within. The soft glow of string lights hanging from the ceiling gave the place a laid-back, cozy atmosphere, contrasting with the thrumming music that vibrated through the walls.
Inside, the house was packed. People filled every available spaceâsome lounging on couches, drinks in hand, others gathered in small groups, laughing and talking. The smell of something sweet and a little smoky hung in the air, and the chatter mixed with the pulse of the music, creating a kind of chaotic harmony. You scanned the room, taking it all inâthe casual, carefree smiles of people you didnât know yet, the flash of colorful cups clinking together, and the low, heady buzz of excitement that seemed to swirl through the crowd.
Yeji led you through the throng, her hand still hooked around your arm as she navigated the party with the ease of someone whoâd done this a hundred times before. She moved with confidence, offering smiles and waves to people she knew as she guided you through the maze of bodies, all the while keeping a reassuring presence by your side.
You couldnât help but feel a little out of place, like you were watching everything unfold from the outside. The laughter, the easy conversations, the way people moved around each other like they belongedâit all felt like a world you hadnât quite stepped into yet. But being here, surrounded by this energy, made you want to dive in, to be part of it.
âThis is it,â Yeji said, smiling as she pulled you to a stop near the kitchen, where a makeshift bar had been set up. Bottles of every kind of alcohol lined the counters, and a few people were mixing drinks with practiced ease. âWhat do you think?â
You glanced around, feeling the pulse of the party in your bones, the music reverberating through the floor beneath your feet. âItâs⊠a lot,â you admitted with a laugh, feeling the tension in your chest start to loosen just a little. âBut itâs good.â
Yeji grinned, squeezing your arm. âThatâs the spirit. Letâs grab a drink and have some fun.â
You nodded, taking another deep breath as you let yourself be pulled into the flow of the night. The unfamiliar faces, the hum of excitement, the newness of it allâit didnât feel quite as overwhelming anymore. You were here, in this moment, and maybe, just maybe, it was exactly where you were meant to be.
âWhoâs house party is this?â you ask, glancing around. The question lingers in the air for a moment as Yeji opens her mouth to answer, but before she can, you bump headfirst into someoneâs chest, your momentum nearly knocking his drink out of his hand.
You stumble slightly, your hands flying up in reflex to steady yourself. His chest is firmâhard, evenâand your cheeks flush with embarrassment as you take a step back, wide-eyed. You open your mouth to apologize, but the words get stuck in your throat when you look up.
At first, his expression is one of annoyance, his brow furrowed as he glances down at you. But then his eyes meet yours, and everything shifts. His features soften, and time seems to slow down, the noise of the party fading into the background as the two of you stare at each other, frozen in place. His gaze flickers over your face, taking in every detail, and you can see the moment recognition dawns in his eyes.
âJeno,â you breathe, the name slipping from your lips effortlessly, almost as if your body had been waiting for this moment. You blink, half-convinced that this is some sort of dreamâbecause how could it be real? How could he be here, after all this time?
Yeji starts to speak again, her voice cutting through the haze of disbelief. âYeah, itâs his partyââ She trails off when she notices the way you and Jeno are looking at each other, the sexual energy that seems to hang in the air between you two. Itâs like the entire room has disappeared, and suddenly, itâs just the two of you standing there, unmoving, locked in a silent conversation only you can understand.
People around you begin to grumble, nudging and pushing past as you both stand still, blocking the hallway. Someone mutters something about moving, but you canât bring yourself to care. All that matters is the person standing in front of you, the one you hadnât expected to see, let alone here, in this place.
âY/N.â His voice is deeper now, more grounded, and the sound of your name on his lips sends a shiver down your spine. Itâs familiar, yet distantâlike hearing a song you used to love, but havenât listened to in years.
You swallow hard, taking him in, trying to make sense of how much heâs changed. The teenage boy you once knew has grown into a man, his features sharper, more mature. His jawline is strong and defined, the once soft angles of his face now chiseled. His hair, slightly tousled in a way that looks effortlessly perfect, falls into his eyes, which are darker and more intense than you remember. Thereâs a confidence in the way he holds himself now, his broad shoulders filling out the leather jacket that clings to him like a second skin. Heâs beautiful, in the way that takes your breath away, but thereâs something different about him tooâsomething distant.
You canât help but smile at him, though your heart hammers in your chest, a mix of emotions swirling inside you. Joy, disbelief, and something deeperâsomething painful. But that smile falters when you see the way he returns it: tight-lipped, almost forced. The smile doesnât reach his eyes, and the realization stings, sending a pang of guilt through your chest.
You frown, the weight of your last interaction with him crashing down on you. All those years agoâthe tears, the screaming, the painful goodbye. You can still feel the heartbreak in your bones, the ache that never fully went away. Itâs all rushing back to you now, as if no time has passed at all.
He looks at you, and for a moment, itâs like he can see straight through you. Every memory, every feeling, every regret. You gulp, your heart heavy with the confusion of seeing him here, after all these years, in a place where youâd least expect to run into him.
Youâre overthinkingâyour mind spiraling through everything that went wrong, how things ended between you two. The guilt gnaws at you, but at the same time, thereâs a flicker of something else. A warmth, a quiet happiness in your chest that heâs here. Out of all the people, out of all the chances, itâs him. Itâs confusing, overwhelming, and it makes your head spin.
Love was never simple. And seeing Jeno again, after all this time, only reminds you of how complicated it can really be.
âCome here,â Jeno says softly, his voice a gentle command that cuts through the haze of noise around you. His eyes search yours with an intensity that sends a warmth rushing through your chest, and when he notices the flicker of uncertainty in your expression, his gaze softens. He always did think your smile was the prettiest, and now he just wants to see it again.
You hesitate for only a second before moving toward him, a sigh of relief escaping your lips as you step into his embrace. Your heart races, your body thrumming with nervous energy, but being in his arms feels like a releaseâlike slipping into something warm and familiar. His arms wrap around your waist, pulling you close, his grip firm but gentle, as though heâs afraid to let go. The feel of him against you is intoxicatingâsolid, warm, his body radiating a heat that makes your skin tingle. The scent of him, that blend of fresh soap and something uniquely Jeno, envelops you, making you feel safe, grounded.
Your arms slide up around his shoulders, pulling him closer, your fingertips grazing the back of his neck. His skin is warm beneath your touch, and the sensation sends a shiver down your spine. You bury your face in his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing, the soft thrum of his heartbeat beneath your cheek. Itâs as if time has slowed down, and for a moment, everything else fades awayâthe party, the noise, the crowd. Itâs just you and him, wrapped in this moment, in each other.
But all too soon, he pulls back, and the loss of his warmth hits you like a cold wind. You blink up at him, confused, your heart still pounding in your chest. And thatâs when you notice itâthe stares, the whispers. People around you are watching, their eyes filled with curiosity, judgment, and something darker that makes your skin crawl. Itâs only now, without Jeno shielding you, that you feel exposed, vulnerable, as if the entire room is dissecting the moment you just shared.
You gulp, trying to shake off the unease, but it lingers, gnawing at the edges of your mind. Why were they all staring? Why were there whispers? What had you done to deserve those mean eyes?
Before you can spiral further, Jenoâs hand reaches for your face, his fingers gently tilting your chin upward until your eyes meet his. The world seems to still again under the weight of his gaze. His eyes are soft, filled with understanding, and without a word, he tells you everything you need to knowâfocus on me, not them.
âWhat are you doing here?â he asks, his voice low, sultry, yet threaded with that same kindness and softness you remember so well. His arms find their way back around your waist, pulling you close once more. The feel of him pressed against you again sends a wave of calm through your body, making you forget about all the eyes still watching.
You clear your throat, trying to gather your thoughts. âOh, I made a new friend, and she brought me to this party. She kinda dragged me along, sheâs over thereââ you ramble, gesturing vaguely in Yejiâs direction.
âI meant⊠what are you doing here? In Seoul?â he cuts you off, his gaze steady as he searches your face for the real answer.
âOhââ you stammer, blinking in surprise. âI transferred to this campus today.â
Jenoâs lips quirk into a small smile. âIâm a student here too.â
You nod, the realization slowly sinking in. âDid you end up doing engineering?â you ask, your voice soft, almost tentative. You fight the urge to reach up and run your fingers through his hairâit was always so soft, so tempting.
He nods, holding back a grin. âYeah. And you?â
âJournalism,â you reply, your words barely above a whisper, your gaze never leaving his.
âI knew it,â he says, his smile widening as if heâs always known that was your path.
The air between you hums with something unspoken, something simmering just beneath the surface. You suddenly become aware that his arms are still around your waist, holding you close, and the weight of his touch makes your pulse quicken. His body is pressed against yours, so close that you can feel the heat of him radiating through your clothes. Without hesitation, you slide your arms up around his shoulders, pulling him even closer.
Jeno hums softly, the sound vibrating through his chest as he looks down at you. His eyes are darker now, filled with something you canât quite place. His hands move slowly, trailing up and down your spine, the light touch sending shivers across your skin. He never lets his hands go lower, even though part of you wishes he would.
âYouâre so beautiful,â he whispers, his voice low and intimate, his gaze never wavering from yours. The words hang in the air between you, thick with meaning, and you can feel your heart stutter in response.
Your breath falters as you chew on your bottom lip nervously. The weight of the moment settles deep in your chest as your eyes meet his. Thereâs something vulnerable in the way heâs looking at you, a softness that pulls you in, and you realize that those eyesâthose same eyes you fell in love with so long agoâhavenât changed. Heâs still there, the boy you knew, the boy who made you feel like you were the center of his world. Itâs as if time hasnât touched the way he sees you, hasnât altered the tenderness thatâs always been there, even when everything else shifted.
âReally?â you manage to whisper, the word barely audible, as if you need confirmation, as if the sincerity in his eyes isnât already enough.
Jenoâs expression softens, though the seriousness in his eyes never fades. âYouâve only gotten prettier over the years,â he says, his thumb gently brushing the side of your face, his touch so light, yet it carries so much. The way heâs looking at you, with such tenderness and honesty, makes your chest tighten. Heâs not just complimenting your looks; heâs seeing youâevery part of you, the girl you were and the woman youâve become, all wrapped into one.
âI mean it,â he continues softly, his voice like a warm breeze against your skin. âYou look hot.â
You donât trust your voice to respond, so you just smile up at him, the warmth of his words seeping into your skin, making you feel seen, understood, and undeniably desired.
You swallow, the heat between you nearly overwhelming, and before you can stop yourself, the words slip from your lips. âDo you wanna go somewhere more private?â Your voice is a little shaky, but the meaning is clear. âWe have a lot to catch up on, and this party is kinda dead, anyway.â
Jenoâs eyes widen slightly, and then he chuckles, a deep, throaty sound that sends a shiver down your spine. âThis is my party,â he reminds you, his lips quirking into a teasing smile.
âOh,â you mumble, feeling a little sheepish. âRightâŠâ
You feel your cheeks warm under his gaze, and you mumble, âWell, you havenât been partying.â
He shakes his head with a soft laugh, then leans down, his voice barely a whisper. âCome with me.â
He pulls back just enough to slip his hand into yours, the warmth of his touch grounding you. The second his arms leave your waist, you feel the absence of his presence, but then his hand squeezes yours, and he gently pulls you through the crowd, guiding you with purpose. The whispers and stares fade into the background as you follow him, your heart pounding in anticipation.
Jeno leads you down a hallway, away from the thrum of the party, and finally into his room. Itâs a simple space, neat but lived-in. A TV is mounted against the wall next to a desk cluttered with papers and books, and his bed is neatly made, the navy blue sheets crisp against the low lighting. The room smells faintly of himâclean, comforting, with a hint of something warm and masculine. He lets you step in first, closing the door behind him with a soft click.
As soon as the door clicks shut, youâre on him, and heâs on youâthereâs no hesitation, no space left between you. Your lips collide with his in a heated, desperate kiss, as if neither of you can wait a second longer. His hands are all over you, gripping your waist with a hunger that makes your knees weak, pulling you so close you can barely breathe, not that you care.
You can feel his need, the urgency in the way his fingers dig into your skin, in the way his lips devour yours like heâs been starving for this moment. Your hands are tangled in his shirt, yanking him closer, matching his intensity. Tongues meet in a fevered rhythm, gasps escaping between kisses, the room thick with the heat building between you.
Without thinking, you jump into his arms, your legs wrapping around his waist as he steadies you with a low grunt, his strength evident in the way he holds you so effortlessly. He fumbles for the light switch, turning it off, and the room is instantly bathed in the soft, flickering glow of candlesâones he had lit earlier. The dim light casts shadows across the room, making the moment feel even more intimate, more romantic.
With one hand, he locks the door behind you then with a gentleness that contrasts with the fire burning between you, he carries you over to the bed, lowering you carefully onto the soft sheets. His gaze never leaves yours, full of so much longing and adoration it makes your breath catch. For a moment, he just stares down at you, as though memorizing every detail, every inch of you.
Then heâs on you again, pulling you into his lap, his hands roaming your back as your lips crash together once more. This time itâs even more desperate, the tension between you palpable as soft moans escape both your lips, mingling in the heated air. His hands move up your spine, gently tugging at your clothes, and you respond in kind, your fingers working to undo his shirt, your skin buzzing with anticipation.
You grind down against him, feeling how hard he already is beneath you, and he groans, his grip tightening on your waist. The heat between you is overwhelming, the connection almost too much to bear, but in the back of your mind, something lingersâsomething you need to say.
You pull back, your lips parting from his with a soft gasp, and he groans again, clearly frustrated by the sudden distance. His brow furrows as his chest rises and falls with heavy breaths, his desire for you unmistakable. âWe can have sex afterâŠâ you whisper, your voice soft but insistent as you press a gentle kiss to his forehead, hoping he understands. âI just want to talk to you now.â
He exhales, the tension in his body easing slightly as he nods, offering you a patient, if slightly strained, smile. He hums softly, his hand still resting gently on your waist, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he nods, silently encouraging you to go ahead and speak.
âIâm sorry,â you begin, the words barely above a whisper, but the heaviness of them palpable in the quiet room.
He watches you closely, his eyes never leaving yours, his expression soft but serious. The warmth of his body next to yours is comforting, yet the guilt gnaws at you from the inside out.
âIâm sorry for leaving the way I did... leaving us the way I did,â you continue, your voice catching. âIâm so fucking sorry, Jeno. I know itâs too many years too late, but please believe me when I say I wish I could go back. I wish I couldâve stayed with you all these years. Iâd go back, and Iâd choose youâevery single time.â
You try to hold it together, but when you see a single tear escape from his eye, your own walls crumble. The tears spill over, unbidden and uncontrollable. Your hands tremble as you reach up to cup his face, your thumb gently brushing away the tear that trails down his cheek.
âI love you so much,â you choke out. âI always have, and I always will. Iâve never stopped loving you, Jeno. The biggest mistake of my life was leaving you, and that will always haunt me. Iâll always regret it. Iâll always hate myself for what I did to us, to you.â
His lips part slightly, as if he wants to say something, but you continue, needing to let it all out, needing him to understand.
âI didnât want to leave you. It was the hardest decision of my life and one I wish I never made. Japan wasnât worth it... I hated every second. I missed you every single day. I didnât even realize how much I missed you, how much I needed you, until today.â
The vulnerability of your words hangs in the air between you, raw and exposed. The years of separation suddenly feel like nothing as you bare your soul to him. Jeno had always been the one you could unravel yourself for, the one who knew every emotion, every thought, even when you tried to hide it. It was strange to realize that after all this timeâafter all the changes life had thrown at youâyour feelings for him were unchanged, as deep and intense as ever.
He sends you a tight-lipped smile, one of understanding, and gently wipes away your tears with the pad of his thumb before leaning in and kissing your forehead softly, the tenderness of the gesture almost breaking you all over again.
âItâs okay,â he whispers, his voice low and calm. âYou donât need to apologize to me. At the time, I was hurt, but I knew you had your reasons. We were so young. I never held anything against you all these years. Iâve always been proud of you. No one deserved that opportunity in Japan more than you. Iâm sorry it didnât turn out the way you wanted. But Y/N, itâs been so long, I donât feel the same pain as I did when you left. I accept your apology though.â
A sigh of relief escapes your lips, a heavy weight lifting from your chest, though the tears still threaten to spill over. âYou were always so understanding and supportive,â you murmur, your voice thick with emotion.
He smiles, that familiar, kind smile that always made you feel safe. âItâs not hard to be when itâs you.â
You exhale shakily, still reeling from the intensity of the moment. âIâve been imagining this for years, you know. Finding my way back to you, having this conversation, figuring out what Iâd say to make things right. Iâve never forgotten you, Jeno. Not once. I didnât think Iâd see you tonight... but it feels good, it feels like nothing changed, even though I know everything has.â
His eyes soften as he listens, his hand still resting on your cheek, grounding you in the moment. But thereâs a question hanging in the air, one that you know he has to ask.
âWhy didnât you contact me again?â he finally says, his voice gentle, not accusatory, but filled with genuine curiosity. âYou had me blocked on everything. I tried to reach out, but I couldnât.â
You lower your gaze, shame creeping up on you, and you bite your lip. âI didnât have you blocked at first,â you admit quietly. âBut after how I left things, after that massive fight we had... I didnât think I deserved to be in your life anymore. I felt so guilty, Jeno. I didnât think I deserved you, so I blocked you to stop myself from calling, from telling you how much I regretted it.â
He nods slowly, processing your words. âSo why now? Why did you change your mind?â
You take a deep breath, trying to find the right words. âTime has gone on, and a lot has changed. Iâve grown up, and Iâm not losing you again.â
A slow grin spreads across his face, softening the lines of tension that had been there moments before. âSo you always imagined coming back to me?â he repeats, echoing your earlier words with a teasing glint in his eyes.
You smile through the tears that still linger in your eyes. âI always knew Iâd find my way back to you.â
Jeno's grin widens, and without warning his lips capture yours again, but this time thereâs a deliberate, slower intensity behind the kiss. His hands glide up to cradle your face, fingers strong yet gentle, as he guides you back onto the bed. His weight presses softly against you, but his touch remains light, controlled, like heâs savoring every second.
He leans down, his lips tracing a path over your skin, brushing across your forehead, your cheekbones, down to your jaw. Each kiss is unhurried, but thereâs a quiet hunger in the way his lips linger, in the way his breath comes hot against your skin. He knows how to take his time, but thereâs an underlying sense of control, a restraint that makes every touch more electric.
His hands move lower, fingertips grazing over your hips, sending shivers through you. His lips follow, trailing from your neck, down over your collarbone. His touch is confident, exploring your body with a slow, deliberate pace, like heâs memorizing every inch. Thereâs a heat between you, building with each press of his lips, each pass of his hand, as he continues his slow descent.
He gazes at you with a hunger that sends a shiver down your spine, his eyes dark and filled with desire. Gently, he guides you onto the soft sheets, his hands never leaving your body. As he kneels between your thighs, his fingertips trail lightly along your skin, igniting sparks wherever he touches. The anticipation builds as he lowers himself, his warm breath ghosting over your most sensitive areas.
âSuch a pretty pussy,â he murmurs, his voice husky. He places tender kisses along your inner thighs, each one drawing a soft gasp from your lips. His eyes flick up to meet yours, a mischievous glint dancing within them before he continues his journey.
When his mouth finally reaches your core, he starts with a gentle, lingering kiss, his lips soft against you. A sigh escapes you, and your fingers instinctively weave into his hair, the silky strands slipping between your fingers as you hold him close. He smiles against you, clearly enjoying the way you respond to his touch.
He begins to explore with his tongue, starting with slow, deliberate strokes that make your breath hitch. He licks a teasing line from bottom to top, savoring every moment. The sensation sends a jolt of pleasure coursing through your body. He nips lightly, his teeth grazing just enough to add an edge to the softness, then soothes the spot with his tongue.
âJeno,â you moan softly, your voice trembling. He responds by gripping your hips firmly, pulling you closer to his eager mouth. His movements become more passionate, his tongue circling and flicking in a rhythm that matches the pounding of your heart. The heat between you intensifies, every nerve ending alive under his attentive care.
He sucks gently at first, creating a delicious pressure that builds with each passing second. Then he increases the intensity, drawing you deeper into a haze of sensation. The wet warmth of his mouth contrasts with the cool air of the room, heightening your awareness of every movement.
Your back arches off the bed as you feel yourself losing control. You tug at his hair, a silent plea for more, and he groans appreciatively, the sound vibrating against you and adding another layer of pleasure. His name falls from your lips like a mantra, each syllable filled with need.
He adjusts his approach based on the shifts in your breathing, the tilts of your hips guiding him. One hand remains firmly on your lower abdomen, pressing just enough to enhance the sensations rippling through you while he releases his other hand from your hip to entwine his fingers with yours, his grip is reassuring yet possessive. Holding your gaze, he spits softly, the unexpected act intensifying the slickness and sending a thrill through you. âYou taste so good,â he whispers against you before diving back in with renewed fervor.
His tongue moves expertly, finding the perfect rhythm and pressure to push you toward the edge. The combination of his mouth and the subtle squeeze of his hand around yours creates a connection that feels both electric and intimate. The sounds filling the roomâthe soft slurping, his occasional groans, your escalating moansâblend into a symphony of raw desire.
The tension within you coils tighter, a wave of heat building low in your belly. âPlease⊠donât stop,â you whisper, barely able to form the words. He answers by doubling his efforts, his tongue moving faster, more deliberately. He nips and sucks with just the right amount of pressure, his movements confident and unrelenting.
Your thighs tremble around him, and your grip on his hair tightens. The world narrows to the point where only this moment existsâthe feel of his mouth, the warmth of his breath, the intense gaze that holds you captive.
With one final, perfectly placed stroke, the wave crests. Pleasure crashes over you in powerful surges, your body shuddering as you cry out his name. He doesnât let up, guiding you through the climax with gentle licks and kisses, prolonging the bliss until youâre left utterly spent.
As you sink back into the softness of the pillows, your breathing is heavy, your body still trembling from the waves of pleasure. Jeno doesnât pause; he continues his gentle ministrations, planting soft, deliberate kisses up your inner thigh. Each kiss sends a shiver up your spine, a lingering promise of more to come. When he finally meets your lips, the kiss is deep and deliberate, letting you taste your own arousal on him, mingling it with his desire.
A soft whine escapes you as you feel the hard press of his erection against you. Itâs not just the contact but the intent behind it that makes your heart raceâa palpable reminder of your shared hunger. You reach down, your fingers encircling his length, and the contact pulls a guttural moan from deep within you. Heâs slick with anticipation, his size as formidable as ever. As your hand glides along him, youâre reminded of the first timesâthose initial encounters where his size was an exhilarating challenge. The memory of how he filled you completely, stretching you deliciously, flashes through your mind. Even the way he felt in your mouth, substantial and overwhelming, rushes back, tinting your cheeks with desire.
Jenoâs eyes darken with desire, locked onto your movements. His breath hitches as you explore, recalling the precise ways to stoke his arousal. As your hand moves, he suddenly grips it gently, stopping your motions. âDonât baby, I wonât last,â he murmurs with a strained moan, his voice thick with lust. This interruption, laden with urgent need, sends a thrill through you, underscoring the intensity of the moment and the deep, carnal connection that continues to draw you irresistibly together.
He groans softly, his breath warm against your ear. âDo you have a condom?â Jeno asks, his voice tinged with a mix of urgency and desire.
You shake your head, feeling a flutter of nerves and longing swirling in your stomach. The dim light casts a soft glow over his familiar features, highlighting the depth in his eyes. âJeno⊠Iâm literally a virgin,â you whisper, your cheeks flushing slightly.
His brows raise, a playful disbelief dancing across his face. âNo, youâre not.â
You stay silent and pout your lips, which only makes his disbelief grow. âRemember how we used to fuck every day for three months long? I know I was loving you well, but I didnât realize it would give you memory loss.â
âHmmm, I donât recall,â you tease, feigning thoughtfulness.
âYou donât remember me taking your virginity? You donât remember the way I used to touch you? Make love to you? You donât remember me being inside of you? You donât remember screaming my name all night long?â
You blush softly, running your fingers through his tousled hair, the silky strands slipping between your fingers. The familiar gesture brings a rush of memoriesâstolen glances, shared laughter, the way his touch used to set your skin on fire. âOf course I do.â You finally stop playing dumb. âBut you were the last person I had sex with,â you admit, your voice barely above a whisper. âItâs been a long time for me, so I donât just carry around condoms.â
His eyes widen and he stays silent for a small moment, his facial features registering realization. âWhat? Really?â
You chuckle, shying away from him and averting your eyes as your honesty makes you feel too vulnerable. The eye contact feels too intense now. âThis is why I didnât want to tell you⊠I shouldâve lied but I was never good at lying to you. I knew youâd make fun of me,â you pout, your voice a mix of humor and embarrassment.
He shakes his head and coos at your words, his eyes full of love and affection as he calls your name in the most soft and delicate voice, drawing your attention back to him. His eyes lock on yours with sincerity and love. âI promise you Iâm not making fun of you, baby, Iâm just surprised, because the last time we had sex was five years ago,â he murmurs, his thumb tracing gentle circles on your hip. âI know we used to have a lot of sex but thatâs a long time.â
âItâs been six years,â you correct him softly. âIâve not even wanted to fuck anyone else, I was never able to get over you even if I tried to move on.â
He leans back slightly, his eyes widening as realization dawns. âWait, seriously?â His gaze softens, a mixture of surprise and something deeper reflecting in his eyes. âItâs only ever been me?â
You nod, a hint of vulnerability beneath your steady gaze. âYes,â you admit quietly. âItâs always been you.â
A slow, affectionate smile spreads across his face. âWell, thatâs good to know,â he murmurs, his fingers tracing gentle patterns on your cheek. âBecause I donât want anyone else.â
âThere was a while where I tried to force myself to forget about you and be with other guys, but Iâd always back out last minute. It was too difficult for me to pretend I wanted another man who wasnât you inside of me. Sex is a big thing for me; itâs about emotional intimacy, connection, trust, and love⊠Youâre the only one who can make me want it,â you confess.
He grins, kissing your cheek and whispering, making you giggle at his soft and gentle words. âYouâre so fucking cute,â he coos.
You hum as he cups your face and you lean your head against his palm. You both share giddy smiles and giggle as he continues, âIf anything, the fact youâve not wanted anyone else makes me even crazier for you. Stop trying to make me love you more.â
Caught in the midst of this emotional revelation, the reality that youâre both still naked strikes you, and the feel of his hardness cock pressing and twitching insistently against you sends a rush of heat through your body. âJeno⊠now stop talking and fuck me hard.â
He shakes his head, a playful chuckle escaping him. âYouâre the one who needs to stop talking⊠You donât think Iâve forgotten about those times when I was cock and balls deep inside you and youâd yap about everything. I was always amazed how, even completely fucked out, youâd still fill me in about your day, the latest TV show you watched, or the book you read.â
You giggle, a spark of old love flickering in your eyes. âYeah, get used to that again.â
He rolls his eyes but you see the same love reflecting deep in his gaze. He kisses your lips tenderly. âI love you,â he murmurs, his voice muffled against your lips as desire overcomes him. His next words are hopeful, tinged with urgency. âWe donât have any condoms⊠are you on the pill?â
You shake your head slowly, the mix of frustration and longing intensifying as the heat between you becomes nearly unbearable. Every inch of your skin tingles with anticipation. âBut it doesnât matter. I want you,â you whisper fervently, your voice barely more than a breath. âI want you to come inside me. Just fuck me, please.â
His eyes widen slightly, a storm of emotions flickering across his faceâdesire, hesitation, and something deeper. âY/N⊠are you sure?â he asks, his tone serious as he cups your face gently in his hands.
His thumbs brush lightly over your cheeks, his gaze searching yours for any sign of doubt.
âYes.â You respond without a second thought.
He exhales slowly, the tension in his shoulders easing as a slow smile spreads across his lips. âAlright,â he murmurs, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. âI need you too.â
As he enters you, it's as if the world narrows to just the two of you, every sensation amplified. The initial stretch is intenseâa blend of sharp pleasure and a fleeting ache that steals your breath. A soft gasp escapes your lips as you adjust to him, the fullness both overwhelming and profoundly intimate. Tears well up in your eyes, not from pain, but from the cascade of emotions flooding through you. You never anticipated that this night would lead you here, wrapped in the arms of the man you've always loved. It feels right, destinedâas if every moment in your lives had been guiding you back to this point.
"You're so tight," he whispers, his voice strained with a mix of restraint and desire. He moves slowly, each deliberate thrust gentle, allowing you time to acclimate to the depth of connection between you. His eyes never leave yours, filled with concern and an affection that makes your heart swell.
You blink up at him through blurred vision, feeling both vulnerable and cherished under his gaze. "So you forgive me? Do you still love me?" you ask softly, your voice tinged with hope and uncertainty.
His lips brush tenderly across your cheeks, kissing away the tears that have escaped. Each touch ignites a warm spark beneath your skin, sending shivers down your spine. "I never stopped loving you," he murmurs, his words a soothing balm that eases the lingering doubts in your heart. The sincerity in his eyes reflects the depth of his feelings, making the moment all the more poignant.
As his movements begin to find a steady rhythm, the heat between you intensifies. The slow, sensual glide of his body against yours builds a mounting tension, each motion drawing you deeper into a shared world where only the two of you exist. Your fingers intertwine above your head, his grip firm yet gentle, as if he's anchoring himself to you. The intimacy of the gesture sends a flutter through your chest, solidifying the unspoken promises hanging in the air.
"Wait," you breathe out between soft gasps, âCan we go to mine? The bed isn't as big but I want to show you some things.âÂ
He lets out a low chuckle, the sound vibrating pleasantly against your skin. "Baby... I'm literally inside of you right now," he teases, disbelief and amusement mingling in his expression.
A laugh bubbles up from your lips, mingling with the quiet moans filling the room. "I know you are! I just meant after." you exclaim, a smile spreading across your face as a blush warms your cheeks.
âWowww, I havenât even finished fucking you in my bed and youâre already wanting me to fuck you in yours? So impatient, babyâŠâ he tuts playfully, a teasing smirk dancing on his lips.
You pout, a playful glint in your eyes. âI just want to show you my room and the cute dresses and skirts I got.â
He coos softly, leaning in to press his lips against yours, the kiss warm and tender. He promises you that heâll go to your place tonight and that you can show him everything you want, and that youâll do whatever you have in mind.
His affectionate shake of the head softens his expression, a mix of amusement and adoration shining through. âYou havenât changed⊠still the yapper you always were.â
âHey!â you protest lightly, squeezing his hand with a mock glare, though the laughter bubbling between you both erases any tension. The moment feels light, full of shared history and comfort, wrapping you in a warmth that feels both familiar and cherished.
His lips move to yours once again as he begins to move with purpose inside of you, each thrust deliberate and steady, sending waves of pleasure rippling through you. The sensation of him filling you completely is both overwhelming and exquisite. Your bodies fit together seamlessly, as if molded for each other. His cock feels thick and warm inside you, the veins pulsing against your inner walls with every movement. The slickness between you eases his glide, intensifying the friction that draws soft moans from your parted lips.
Your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him deeper. The angle shifts slightly, and he hits a spot that makes you gasp, your nails digging into his shoulders. "God, you feel incredible," he groans, his voice strained with restraint. A sheen of sweat forms on his brow, and his dark hair falls messily over his eyes. You reach up to brush it aside, your fingers trembling as they trace the contours of his face.
"Jeno," you whisper, your voice barely audible over the sound of skin meeting skinâthe rhythmic slap that echoes in the room, punctuated by your shared breaths and quiet whimpers. The scent of desire hangs heavy in the air, a heady mix that makes your head spin.
He gazes down at you, eyes filled with a mix of lust and tenderness. "You're so beautiful," he murmurs, leaning in to press kisses along your jawline, down the curve of your neck. His lips are warm and soft, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.
You arch your back, pressing your chest against his. The friction of your bodies sends sparks of electricity coursing through you. Your hands roam over his toned back, feeling the muscles tense and flex beneath your touch. Each thrust drives him deeper, the intensity building with every passing second.
The pleasure mounts, a coil tightening low in your belly. His pace quickens, hips snapping with a newfound urgency. The sounds of your passion grow louderâhis low grunts mingling with your breathy moans. "I can't get enough of you," he growls, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of your shoulder.
"Don't stop," you plead, your head thrown back as he hits that perfect spot again and again. The world blurs at the edges, your focus narrowing to the exquisite sensations he's drawing from you. You moan softly, your head tilting back as he kisses along the sensitive curve of your neck. âRight there,â you breathe, your voice barely more than a sigh.
âLike this?â he asks, his lips brushing against your ear. His tone carries a hint of teasing, but his eyes are filled with tenderness.
âYes,â you reply, your fingers digging gently into his back as you encourage him to maintain the rhythm.
His hand finds yours, fingers intertwining as he brings them above your head. The gesture is both protective and possessive, anchoring you to him. The intimacy of it sends a warm rush through your body.
âLook at me,â he whispers. You meet his gaze, losing yourself in the depths of his eyes. The connection between you transcends the physical; itâs as if your souls are touching.
He captures your mouth in a searing kiss, swallowing your cries of pleasure. His tongue dances with yours, the taste of him intoxicating. Your lungs burn for air, but you don't dare pull away, not wanting to break the connection.
Your bodies move in perfect harmony. The bed creaks beneath you, the sheets tangled around your entwined limbs. A thin layer of sweat slicks your skin, making every touch slippery and electrifying.
"I'm close," you gasp against his lips, your nails digging crescents into his back. The tension inside you winds tighter, threatening to snap.
"Me too," he groans, his rhythm becoming erratic. His hand finds yours, fingers interlacing as he pins it gently above your head. The gesture is possessive yet tender, grounding you in the moment.
You whine softly, tears welling in your eyes as you instinctively cover your face, overwhelmed by the pleasure. Each moan that escapes your lips is a testament to the intensity building within you. âLook at me,â he urges again, his gaze searching yours with a dark intensity that sends a fresh wave of heat coursing through your body. When you donât move your hands, he gently pries them away, his voice low and sultry as he warns, âIf you cover your face again, Iâll get handcuffs.â The threat hangs in the air, electrifying the moment and deepening the tension between you.
Your eyes meet his, locking in a gaze so profound it feels as though heâs seeing into your very soul. The stern edge in his expression softens abruptly, replaced by a tenderness that takes your breath away. His movements slow, each thrust becoming deliberate and filled with meaning.
âI love you so much,â he breathes, his voice rough with passion yet laced with vulnerability.
Your heart swells, the raw emotion in his eyes mirroring your own feelings. âI love you more,â you manage to reply, the words tumbling out amidst your mounting ecstasy.
He leans down, capturing your lips in a deep, soulful kiss. The world around you fades as you melt into him, every sensation intensifiedâthe warmth of his body pressed against yours, the rhythmic pulse of his heartbeat, the way his breath mingles with yours.
With a final, deep thrust, the coil inside you releases. Pleasure crashes over you in waves, your vision white-hot as you cry out his name. Your inner walls flutter and clench around him, pulling him deeper.
Feeling you come undone pushes him over the edge. He groans loudly, his grip on your hand tightening as he spills into you. The warmth of his release fills you, a intimate claim that leaves you both trembling.
He collapses gently onto you, careful not to crush you under his weight. His face nuzzles into the crook of your neck, his breaths hot and ragged against your skin. You can feel the rapid beat of his heart matching your own.
For a few moments, neither of you moves, both riding out the lingering pulses of pleasure. The room is filled with the sounds of your slowing breaths, the air heavy with the scent of sex and something deeperâreconnection.
He lifts his head to meet your gaze, a soft smile curving his swollen lips. His eyes shine with a mix of satisfaction and tenderness. Gently, he brushes a damp strand of hair away from your face.
He moves inside you with a relentless rhythm, drawing out until only the tip remains, then thrusting back in deeply. As he pulls out, the slick sound of your combined arousal fills the air, and the visual of his glistening arousal intensifies the raw, erotic nature of the moment. Your eyes flutter, heavy with the afterglow and impending exhaustion, but heâs quick to gently catch your attention.
âDonât sleep now, remember you have to show me your apartment,â he says, his voice a tender nudge against the lure of sleep. You nod, half-heartedly, your body sinking deeper into the comfort of his bed and his arms, your eyes remaining firmly shut.
He chuckles softly, shaking his head. âSex always did use to knock you out,â he observes with a warm laugh. âCome on, letâs get you cleaned up,â he whispers, his hands coaxing you gently off the bed despite your protesting groan. He leads you into the bathroom where he runs a nice, warm bath. The steam fills the room as he carefully helps you into the tub, his care and attention washing over you as soothingly as the water itself.
That night, as effortlessly as slipping into a warm bath, he became your boyfriend again. It didnât feel rushed or unnatural; rather, it was the most natural progression in the world. It was as if fate had steered you back to this exact moment, unwilling to let you waste more precious time apart. Despite the years, the foundation of your relationship remained unshaken; tonight, you simply continued building upon it, marveling at how natural it felt to be together, how much you both had grown.
Later, nestled against him, the vulnerability of your conversation mirrors the intimacy youâve shared physically. âI still donât understand why you forgave me so easily though,â you murmur, half-dazed by sleep and contentment.
Jenoâs response is tinged with the wisdom gained from years of reflection, âI was mad at first but then I calmed down. Being angry wouldnât help either of us. Besides,â his voice softens, âthereâs a reason youâre back here with me now. No point in wasting any more time.â
Your mind spins briefly with the image of him with someone else, but his next words reassure you, âYouâve been the only one for me. I never stopped loving you.â
You laugh, a soft, disbelieving snort, âAnd to think youâve been the only man Iâve ever been with.â
He grins, the sound of his laughter mixing with yours in the quiet of the night. âAnd the only guy youâve had sex with⊠I still canât believe it.â
Your voice is playful, yet curious, âSo how many girls have you been with other than me?â
Jeno's response is nonchalant, a casual shrug catching the dim light of the room, âHonestly, I donât keep count.â His tone is dismissive of the past, focusing only on the present moment with you.
âHey,â you interject gently, shifting the conversation as your eyes soften and your voice drops to a more vulnerable tone, which he immediately responds to with a comforting hum and an encouraging smile.
âAfter all this time, you still love me?â you whisper, your gaze intently searching his for confirmation. Despite the clear affection and warmth in his eyesâa testament to his feelingsâdoubt whispers through your mind, pushing you to seek reassurance.
He nods, his response quick and unwavering, infused with a depth of sincerity that leaves no room for doubt. âAfter all this time,â he affirms softly, his voice a steady anchor in the sea of your insecurities. His simple affirmation, laden with years of unspoken emotion and a steadfast commitment, resonates deeply, offering you a profound sense of peace and belonging. His eyes hold yours, reinforcing his words, a silent vow that despite everything, his heart has remained irrevocably yours.
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authors note â i know iâve been really inactive, this work doubles as a sorry and a thank you for an amazing follower milestone iâve just reached <3 mwah mwah enjoy. make sure you leave an interaction if you enjoyed it xx
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â§Ëâ pairing: jealous!bf!hyuck! x reader. â§Ëâ genre: smut! mentions of mark. (18+ MDNI.) â§Ëâ word count: 558 â§Ëâ cw: choking, exhibitionist hyuck, cursing, jealous/angry sex.
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boyfriend hyuck who has you pinned down on his bed. your legs wrapped around his waist as he lifts you up by your thighs, gripping them. his headboard rocking back and forthâ hitting against the wall with every deep thrust he lets out on you. the room filled with the dirty wet sounds of his cock sinking into your insides and the lewd noises escaping your mouth.
what you forget for a second is the fact that his roommate, mark, is in the other room, sharing that same wall with donghyuck.
also, mark was home.
it dawned on you minutes ago that mark might have realized what could possibly be going on in the next room. your focus was too deep on donghyuck and his grunts against your neck, the harder he continued against you.
âtil the moment you heard markâs door open, the sound of his footsteps growing closer against haechanâs door.
uh-oh.
you grow concerned for a second, thoughts roaming in your head. what if mark was listening to you two? what if he heard all the dirty sounds coming from hyucks room?
hyuck realizes your mind is elsewhere for a moment, and he brings his eyes to yours. âwhatâs the matter, baby? is everything alright?â
you nod, gulping. his concern is sweet, and the touch of his fingers against your face is reassuring. however, his thrusts never came to a stop.
you whimper and squeeze around him when you hear mark shuffling near the door.
âhyuckâŠâ you eye the door, attempting to send the message to your boyfriend.
he looks back, a brow raised in confusion, âuse your words, sweetheart.â
you look up at him desperately. he loves seeing your face scrunch up in pleasure by how he fucks you. pride washes over him knowing heâs the only one allowed to ruin you like this.
his eyes immediately snap up to yours, the minute the name escapes your mouth, his thrusts come to a full stop.
âmarkâŠâ you try to warn him, his previous thrusts so deep, your pleading sentence sounding more like a moan.
âwhat was that?â something dark possesses hyuck.
âm-markâŠheâs listeningâŠ.â you point to the door, sweating, as you felt the sudden lost of his cock inside you. you whine, missing his warmth.
suddenly his hand wraps around your throat, giving you a difficult time to take proper breaths. he slams his cock back into you deeper and harder, your eyes roll back in intense pleasure.
his hand still having a hold on your throat, only heâs cautious with the amount of pressure he applies. something dark is still living in his expression and his voice grows deeper, âdonât you ever moan another personâs name while i fuck you.â
you try to respond, unable to from the pure shock and pleasure youâre experiencing.
âfuckâ respond when i talk to you. hm? do you understand, y/n?â his smile sinister, fully aware of the affect he has on you right now.
you nod your head quickly, âyes donghyuckâŠâ
he clicks his tongue at you, âthat sounds much better. now, letâs give him a good show.â he smirks, whispering against your ear. he continues to lift your legs over his shoulders again, repeatedly thrusting into your weak spot.
you lost count at how many orgasms he gave you that night, and so did mark.
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dreamies kinks .
(MDNI)
everything mentioned is consensual , unprotected sex (be smart) , everything is labelled before u read so be warned , idea by this lovely request !
âàŒâ§âË. mark lee is needy all the time, all he every thinks about is fucking you
cock warming
the idea of just having you sit on his lap, cock buried deep inside you makes his head turn. only time during something sexual that mark will be calm. if he's stressed this is his go to. it's like meditating for him, feeling you pulse around him, warm and wet. by the end of it he'll have you face down ass up as he rams into you. "s' warm baby, sweet pussy hugging me so tight. feel good baby? feel me deep inside you?"
exhibitionism
the type where you fuck in places where you could possibly get caught. he doesn't care if you're at the mall or backstage of a concert, if he wants you he'll have you. gets turned on by the fact that someone (usually haechan) will walk in on you guys, fucks you harder so that your moans grow louder. it's his way of letting people know you're his. "shhh baby, wouldn't want someone to hear us right? wouldn't want everyone knowing how good i fuck you hm?"
recording
he will always take his phone out and start to record you. whenever he's on tour or just bored he'll open his hidden folder with all the pics and vids of you guys having sex. he might even use an audio of you moaning in one of his songs, if you let him ofc. "fuck baby, i wish you could see yourself right now, you look so hot, sound so pretty too, damn."
âàŒâ§âË. huang renjun doesn't have sex he makes love, it's intimate and beautiful.
temperature play
whether it's wax or ice he gets turned on by seeing you squirm around from the feeling. sometimes he'll even blindfold you so you won't know what's coming. loves to hold the ice in his mouth as he traces it along your body. "like when i put ice here hm? look at how hard these pretty little nipples are baby."
marking
he always leaves marks on your body. it could be love bites on your chest, or slap marks on your ass. it's the possessive side of jun that can't help but see you painted in purple and pink. "fuck angel, you're all mine right? everyone's gonna know you're all mine."
bondage
hes the type to buy pretty ties and ropes to wrap you up in. will study kinbaku to do it with you. something about seeing you 100% vulnerable to him (and wrapped up with pretty rope) that makes him want to ravage you. "alright angel, put your hands behind your back, tell me if it's too tight okay?"
âàŒâ§âË. lee jeno likes when you know he's in charge, sex with him is hot and rough
face fucking
loves to see you gag around him. he'll hold your head steady as he fucks himself into your mouth, barely letting you come up for air. "fuck, my pretty baby takes this cock so well. just a little bit more hm? you can do it baby."
breeding
this is a given tbh. the idea of getting you pregnant awakens the most possessive instinct in him. knowing that you trust him and only him to fill you up drives him crazy. "i'm the only one that can fill this pretty little pussy, right baby? only me."
size
another given. he alwaysss mentions how tiny you are compared to him during sex. makes you watch him as he fucks you, your tight cunt practically suffocating his cock. wraps his whole body around you, just to feel how much bigger he is than you. "fuck baby, this tight little pussy is squeezing me so good, barely fits baby, look."
âàŒâ§âË. lee donghyuck doesn't want you to fuck him, he wants you to use him
breath play
he enjoys choking you but he loves when you choke him. your small hands wrapped around his neck as you ride him will actually drive him insane. his eyes roll back and his mouth hangs open as he feels himself losing oxygen. will literally make him finish every time. just imagine him with an opened mouth smirk as you choke him since he can't speak without air LMAO
overstimulation
that slight pain he feels as you keep fucking him after he's finished makes his toes curl. he's begging you to stop but you know deep down he loves being overstimulated. no matter how much he squirms and tries to push you off, his whiny little moans speak for themselves. "shit, shit, shit, baby, fuck, too much, s' too much, please, i can't, fuck baby i'm, i'm, fuckkk."
degradation
hyucks a dirty perv and he knows it, thats why he thinks it's so hot when you call him names, make fun of him, maybe even slap him around. hearing you talk down to him, telling him that you're better than him will have him on his knees. "fuck yes, i'm your dirty baby, shit, i'm so pathetic baby, keep using me please that's all i'm good for."
âàŒâ§âË. na jaemin thinks you're perfect, thats why in bed all he wants to do is ruin you
face fucking
jaemin can't get enough of your mouth. all he ever wants to do is fuck your mouth until your mascaras running and drool is spilling from the sides of your lips. he does it mainly for the view tbh. his pretty girl with her mouth full of cock, yes please. "there you go princess, just like that, keep those pretty eyes on me baby, wanna see you when i stuff your mouth full of cum."
clothed sex
he takes you shopping just so he can help you pick out a cute outfit to fuck you in. he loves pushing your soaked panties to the side just to slip himself in, grabbing onto your crumpled skirt as he takes you from behind, pulling your shirt up just enough to have your tits peeking out the bottom. "look so pretty in this little skirt baby, can practically see all your ass. s' easy for me to just- slip right in."
dacryphilia
seeing that you're literally crying, cause the sex is that good is the biggest ego boost for jaemin. it'll just push him to go harder, a choked sob leaving your mouth as he fucks you at an inhumane pace. "look at you baby, fuck you so good you're crying? daddy making you feel good, hm? use your words princess."
âàŒâ§âË. zhong chenle is a brat especially during sex, he can't help but tease you
cock warming
this little shit does this just to see you squirming. he'll have the calmest demeanor, acting completely unaffected by the fact that his cock is stuffed inside you. he's dying to just flip you over and fuck you but he'll wait till you're practically in tears begging him to fuck you. "dirty girl, can feel your pussy throbbing. can't even stay still for 5 minutes? i have no choice but to punish you hm?"
edging
literally can go hours teasing you. he'll use his cock, fingers, mouth, even toys to bring you to your orgasm, just so that he can tell you to hold it in. by the end of the night you're crying begging for release, but he's waiting for the right moment, if it ever comes... "wanna cum baby hm? i know you do, just hold on a little bit more okay? you're doing so good for me, so good, love seeing you like this beautiful."
forced orgasm
same concept different outcome, your whining and screaming is like a drug to him. i 100% believe that chenle is a pro at making girls squirt (srry not srry) the scenes almost pornographic as he rubs your clit at an inhumane pace, other hand occupied as he stuffs you full with his finger. your legs are shaking, body moist with sweat as you cum for the 5th time that night. "it's okay mama, you're okay. feel good right? let's go for one more hm?
âàŒâ§âË. park jisung is a shy freak, blushing as he's 8 inches deep
size
jisung is big, and he knows it. big nose, big hands, big dick. he loves grabbing your tits and ass, no matter how big they are his hands make them look tiny. and he loves easing his cock into you watching as you tiny cunt sucks him in, his mouth wide open, shocked that you can take him. "oh my- baby, taking me so well, you're doing so good for me baby, just a little bit more okay? you can take it."
praise
he needs validation. hearing you say he's doing good makes him want to work harder. even if he's at his limit he'll hold it in just to keep fucking you, his priority is to make you feel good, so he loves when you reassure him "is this okay? tell me i'm doing good baby, fuck, just wanna make you feel good."
role play
i know this little freak likes when you dress up. you'd surprise him with new outfits: a nurse, a teacher, and his favorite a secretary. it gives him an excuse to put on a tie and his new glasses, and maybe just maybe, he likes the fact that he gets to be your boss, hearing you call him sir might just be the highlight of his night. "so fucking dirty, love it when your boss fills you up hm? taking you here in my office where anyone can walk in? fuck, naughty girl."
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me when i lose my mind:
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summary ă» after barely passing your recent exam you're now desperately looking for someone to tutor you so your friends wouldn't worry about you and your grades.
cryptic crush [mark] by @jji-lee
fuckboy!mark x fem!reader | genre ă» humor, neighbors/enemies to lovers, college au, fluff, slight slow burn, fluff, mark and reader are always at it bro (fighting not fucking LMAO) | status ă» completed!
summary ă» are you looking for something deeper than just superficial romance? of course you are! sm university presents : cryptic crush the only on campus app that is 100% anonymous. sign up now and we'll randomly pair you with someone ready to chat! who knows? they might be the one...
NA JAEMIN (nct dream)
love on the court [jaemin] by @polarisjisung
basketball player!jaemin x basketball player!fem!reader | genre ă» (one sided) enemies to lovers, childhood best friends to lovers, college au, kinda forced proximity | status ă» ongoing!
summary ă» every college student has their struggles, but raising her younger brother has Y/N top of the list, struggling her way through college whilst balancing her academics and basketball captaincy is difficult no doubt and with Jaemin, her ex best friend and captain of the guys basketball team, and his growing one sided hatred towards her, it doesn't seem to be getting any easier
CHENLE (nct dream)
night rider [chenle] by @chenlesfavorite
motorcyclist!chenle x fem!reader | genre ă» social media au (smau), written, slowburn, angsty-ish, fluff, strangers to enemies to lovers (except they're not really enemies.. they just can't stand each other) | status ă» completed!
summary ă» working night shifts 24/7 at the convenience store while also supporting your boyfriendâs obsession with watching motorcyclists race is not easy, but little did you know that one of the bikers that he loves soon gets involved with you.
RENJUN (nct dream)
belladonna! [renjun] by @winwintea
actor!renjun x fem!reader | genre ă» social media au (smau), fluff, angst, drama, horror, very dark, detective au, murder mystery au, explicit(?) | status ă» ongoing!
summary ă» you've been tasked with visting and inspecting the grand rose theatre, a theatre that's been plagued with mysteries over the years. all seems well, until a string of murders follows your visit. as you further investigate, you find yourself falling for huang renjun, the beautiful male lead, and your mystery murderer who leaves you love notes and clues about who they could potentially be. will you be smart enough to be a step ahead of the killer? or will you find yourself caught within their trap?
JENO (nct dream)
hot to go! [jeno] by @sungiejpg
idol!jeno x stylist!fem!reader | genre ă» idol au, fluff, humour, maybe slow burn | status ă» ongoing!
summary ă» being aespaâs stylist is an easy and a lovely job, thatâs what yn thought until she met Jeno by mistake. She now finds him scary.
JAEHYUN (nct 127)
roses [jaehyun] by @nneteyamss
college student!jaehyun x fem!reader | genre ă» smau, college au, second chance (?), humor | status ă» ongoing!
summary ă» during your freshman year of college you had a situationship with jaehyun. despite both falling for each other, issues got in the way and jaehyun ghosted you. it's been 2 years since and he never got over you and he'd do almost anything to get you again... including writing a song to get your attention.
KARINA (aespa)
it's me before her [karina] by @uchinagai
idol!jimin x actress!fem!reader | genre ă» smau + written , wlw fluff , idol au, y/n is in huge denial, strangers(?) to lovers, idol!karina, actress!y/n, idol!y/n, tiny bit of suggestive | status ă» ongoing!
summary ă» kim y/n, #1 soloist currently, known for other than just acting like out of this world and singing like an angel, is also known in the industry as 'flirt' among female idols. a certain world wide idol, got her attention on her, but little did she know, there was another one, more desperate and in love with her before the global it girl.
notes ă» if you guys have more aespa smau that you guys like it, pls send me! i'd really love more aespa fanfics to read!
#mark fanfic#nct fanfic#nct imagines#nct smut#nct dream headcanons#chenle fanfic#haechan fanfic#jaemin fanfic#jeno fanfic#karina fanfic#karina imagines#nct smau#nct dream smau#nct dream smut#nct dream imagines#lola's recs .á
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cyber sex || Lee haechan
ÖŽ àŁȘđ€.á now playing- cyber sex: doja cat
ÖŽ àŁȘđ€.á Audioguy!haechan x fem!reader
ÖŽàŁȘđ€.á Genre/ warnings: smut, college au, 18+ mdni!, needy sub haechan/ soft dom reader, cyber sex, unprotected sex, praising, auralism, creampie ig?, oral (fem receiving), marking (if you squint), begging. Kinda nerdy looking haechan⊠Lmk if I miss anything.
ÖŽ àŁȘđ€.á Wc- 8.2k
authors note- omg⊠lmk what you think guys. Part 2 maybe I have some ideasâŠđ. No proof read cus lol. I hope you enjoy! <3
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One day your friend joked to you and told you about these corny little audio guys that were on sound cloud. You were captivated to say the least, and curiosity filled your brain so that night you found yourself on sound cloud searching. Most of them were very laughable like your friend suggested, but then you came across this one profile.Â
"hcillusion119." You muttered out loud, biting your lip in curiosity as you clicked on the profile.Â
The first thing you noticed was instead of one of those anime boy banner things, it was just black with his username splat in the center. Ok, so far so good. The next thing that you noticed was how the profile description were just the words: "just listen, you won't regret ;)"Â
You giggled to yourself from how full of himself this guy was, so you decided to listen to an audio, expecting to laugh just like the other times, but this one was different. His voice wasn't what you had expected, it was whiny, but not in a high-pitched, irritating way. There was something desperate in the way he guided the listener through every step, an intensity that hooked you in. You had to admit, this was nothing like what you heard previously.
After the first audio you thought you would be done with it, but it kept creeping on your mind, causing you to go back to the one you were most familiar with, but after a while you started exploring his other audios and soon found yourself subscribed. No one knew you were into this, and you were too embarrassed to even play his audios if anyone was in the same proximity as you, this was your little secretâ he was your little secret.
"Hey guys. We're gonna be doing something a bit different today, so just sit back and listen to me, okay?"
You sat there quietly, your body relaxing as his smooth voice seeped into your ears. It felt like he was speaking directly to you, and you couldn't help but nod along as if he could see you.
"I just want to start off by saying that we've reached 20k followers up here. I'm very grateful for all of you guys and I'll make sure to put out great content. That being said, to show my gratitude I will be hosting a little giveaway, or I guess it's like that. I want to pick one of you to have a private call with me on insta. Crazy huh? Only the best for you guys. To enter, all you have to do is comment on this post what you like about my content...and please, don't be weird... joking haha. The winner will get a private message tomorrow at 8pm. Good luck."
An embarrassing smile painted your smile as you typed out your comment on the post. You knew you probably weren't gonna win, and honestly you weren't even sure you could handle it if you did win, but something in you burned at the thought of what could happenâwhat it would be like to hear his voice in real time, just for you.
It was impossible to focus on anything else the next day, you even made an anonymous insta account just incase you won. The time went agonizingly slow, you honestly thought you couldn't wait any longer, but finally it was time.Â
You sat on your bed after a long day of class and work, checking your notification center obsessively, heart racing with both hope and dread.
8:05 came, then 8:10, and still nothing. By 8:15 you were ready to give up, the little spark of hope you had starting to flicker out. Just as you were about to close the app, your phone buzzed, a bright orange message appearing at the top of your screen.
hcillusion119- hey, sorry for the late text, I'll make it up to you when we call, but I want to let you know that you won.
Your eyes widened as you stared at the notification, your heart leaping into your throat. No way. It had to be too good to be true. You fumbled with your phone, nearly dropping it as you jumped up in shock. After pacing around your room for a solid five minutes, trying to wrap your mind around it, you finally opened the message.
unknown825: omg tysm TT
hcillusion119: no, thank you :)Â
hcillusion119: will you plz choose a date and time?
Your fingers hovered over the keyboard as you considered your options, a thousand scenarios racing through your mind. You could cancel, let someone else, someone braver, take the opportunity. Instead, you found yourself typing.
unknown825: umm, well are you available tonight at 10?
There. You've done it, now there was no turning back.
hcillusion119: yea im available tonight. you're not very patient are you lol? what's your insta so I can call?
unknown825: I just like to get things done. my insta's the same as my user on here.
hcillusion119: ok, did you get my dm?
unknown825: yes, I'll talk to you then.
You barely registered your response before throwing your phone onto the bed, adrenaline rushing through your veins. Your heart was pounding so hard you could hear it. This was real. It was actually happening. You had less than two hours before the call, and the weight of it started to settle on you. What if you said something dumb? What if your voice shook? What if you just... froze?
The minutes went by slowly, agonizingly. You checked the time over and over, becoming more and more nervous with each glance.
9:45... almost time. You laid down in bed, trying to calm your racing thoughts, your phone clutched tightly in your hand.Â
9:59.
You took a deep breath, staring at the screen as you scrolled through Instagram, pretending to distract yourself, but your heart was in your throat.Any moment now, your phone would light up, and you'd hear his voiceâthis time just for you.
Incoming call from hcillusion119
You took a deep breath, letting it ring for a moment before picking up, the silence so intense you could almost hear a pin drop.
Then his voice broke through.
"Hey."
A chill ran down your spine, sharper than you'd expected. Hearing his voice in your ears felt different this timeâmore personal, more intimate.
"Hi."
Your voice came out low, almost shy. You sat the phone on your stomach, unsure of what to do with your hands. The awkward smile on your face wasn't helping you feel any less flustered.
"How are you doing today?" he asked, his tone casual but warm.
"I'm good, exhausted. What about you?"
"I'm good too," he replied. "tired as well."
"Why are you tired?" You responded.Â
"Well, I just moved... like yesterday, so."
"Oh, cool. Where did you move to?"
"I can't tell you that." he said with a teasing edge to his voice.
"Oh, right... I guess I understand."
The conversation wasn't flowing like you'd imagined. It was awkward. You questioned why you were so nervous in the first place.Â
"What's your name?" His voice dropped lower and softer, catching you off guard.
"I can't tell you." you mimicked, trying to match his playful tone.
"Ahh, I see what you're doing. Well unknown825, why are you so tired?"
"I had school and work, so I'm pretty worn down."
"School?" He sounded curious, his tone lighter.
"Yeah, I'm in college. You're not like... an old man right?"
He laughed, the sound soft and genuine.
"No, I'm in college too."
"Oh cool."
Silence fell between you again, the awkward kind that made your heart race for no reason. You didn't want to keep bombarding him with boring questions, but you also didn't want the conversation to just end. Still, you felt that sinking feeling that maybe you should've canceled after all.
"So, what's your favorite audio?" he asked, breaking the silence.
"Stress Relief."
"Ah, who would've thought?" He chuckled, his voice dropping an octave. "So you like to be talked through it, huh?"
You hummed in response, turning onto your stomach as you clutched the phone.Â
"Do you like being talked through it?" You asked, your tone slightly teasing.
The line went quiet, and for a second, you wondered if you pushed too far, but then you heard him lick his lips, a small noise you wouldn't have caught if you hadn't been listening so intently.Â
"Yeah, I do." he admitted, voice deeper now. "Can't help it when I hear a pretty voice like yours."
Your cheeks flushed as a smile crept across your face. "So what are you saying? You want me to talk you through it?"
"I never said that." he interrupted quickly. "Besides, you wouldn't be able to handle it, Miss Stress Relief."
He laughed softly.
"No, you're the one who wouldn't be able to handle it." You shot back, your voice in a mocking tone.
"Are you trying to challenge me?" His tone shifted, there was an edge to it now.
You hummed again, licking your lips before replying. "I never said that,"
You could feel the tension building, the invisible line between the two of you tightening with each word exchanged. You were both teasing each other.
"but I know you want me to." you continued, voice low. "If you asked nicely... maybe I would."
Silence.Â
The only thing you could hear was his breathingâslow, but heavy. Even that sounded beautiful, like every part of him was designed to captivate you. You waited, the pressure coiling tighter in the pit of your stomach. Then his voice came again, softer this time.
"Talk me through it."
But there was a command in his tone.
"I said nicely."
There was a pause, and you could almost picture him struggling with the request before he spoke again.
"CaâCan you please talk me through it?"
"That's more like it." You whispered, smirking. "See what happens when you listen? Now... are your pants down? If they aren't, pull them down."
You waited, hearing the soft rustle of fabric on the other end. He was listening, and the thought made your pulse quicken. Thrill ran through your body, you had never done anything like this before.
"What do you want me to do next?" His voice was quieter now, the assertiveness from before completely gone.
"I want you to touch yourself, but not too fast, okay?"
You paused, waiting for his breathing to changeâwaiting for him to obey.
"Are you doing it?"
"Yeah." he breathed out, almost as if the word escaped him unintentionally.
"Good. Now, I want you to keep going, but don't finish until I tell you to. Can you handle that?"
There was a pause, his breath quickening.Â
"I can handle it." he replied, though his voice wavered just a bit.
"We'll see."
You could feel the heat radiating through the connection, charging the atmosphere around you. His breathing was heavier now, more ragged, each inhalation betraying just how hard he was trying to please you.Â
"Tell me how it feels." you encouraged, your voice silky and low.Â
"It feels... so good." he stammered, his words interrupted by tiny gasps. "I want you. I want to feel you. I want you here with me." He spoke again.
A shiver ran down your spine at the vulnerability in his tone. The yearning in his voice made you only think about himâhow he sounded, how he felt.
"Touch yourself harder, let me hear you." You whispered.Â
He followed your command, his voice becoming strained and desperate Each moan a mix of pleasure with restraint, and you could practically visualizeâlost in passion, chasing the edge of that sweet release.
"Are you going faster?" You asked, your heart pounding with anticipation.
"No... I- I won't until you tell me to." he responded, voice trembling, you could hear the struggle in his words.
"You're such a good boy. You can go faster." You could feel a rush of satisfaction at how he gave himself over to you.
"Fuck." He let out in a breathy moan. You could hear his hand moving faster, driving you to insanity knowing how desperate he was for you.
"Just like that." you murmured. "You want it, don't you?"
He gasped softly, almost pleadingly. "Yes, I want it so bad."
Before you could speak again, he interrupted. "I don't know how much longer I can hold back." His voice full with need.
"You can handle it, right? Well.. that's what you told me." You reminded him, your tone teasing. "Were you lying to me?
"No, butâ"Â You could hear the struggle in his voice, the way his breaths quickened as he fought against the sensation.Â
"Please." A groan reached your ears, confirming your suspicion. "Please, I needâ" His voice was whiny, but it was obvious he was trying to keep it in.
"Need what?" you interrupted, a smile on your face. "Permission?"Â
"Yes." He responded immediately, his breath rigid.Â
"You're close, aren't you?" you teased. "Beg for it. Use that voice and tell me how much you want it."
His breathing became frantic as he pleaded. "I want to cum so badly, please. I can't hold back anymore. I'll do anything you want... just please, let me finish."
You hummed softly, his voice seeping into your ears. His voice was a mix of desperation, coming out in broken gasps.Â
"Please... I'm begging you." The urgency in his tone echoed through your mind making you give in.
"Finish for me." You said softly.Â
The sound that escaped him was pure ecstasy. His voice melting into a series of gasps and whimpersâ loud and desperate, sent shivers through you.Â
You wanted to be there, to feel him come undone against you.Â
"You did so well."Â
"Thank you." he murmured softly, trying to catch his breath, coming down from his high.Â
"Well... it's pretty late, I should get going." You spoke.Â
"Yeah cool, I understand. Have a good night." He responded, still sounding a bit winded.Â
"You too."
And with that you hung up, turning off your phone completely before closing your eyes, drifting to sleep as you thought about what just happened.Â
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A week had passed and you still couldn't shake that night. You didn't know whether to feel disappointed or proud of the night you had with a complete stranger on the internet. It was truly something you had never done before.
Walking into class you noticed an unfamiliar face talking to your professor as you walked to your seat. He was cute, you can admit that, but his sudden appearance already irritated you. You groaned as you saw your professor point your way, and the stranger started walking toward you. Currently you're working on a project that requires a partner. Luckily, you ended up working alone due to the odd number of students, but you could tell that was going to change as he walked towards you.
 Your eyes immediately dropped to your phone, hoping if you pretended not to see him, maybe he would just walk past, but of course you're not that lucky.Â
"Hey, I'm Haechan." His voice pulled you from your thoughts. "The professor told me to partner with you for the project."
Your heart skipped a beat, and not in a good way. His voiceâit was familiar, uncomfortably familiar. You felt a strange chill creep up your spine, but you quickly brushed it off. It couldn't be him, right?
"Hi, I'm Y/n." You replied, your voice coming out more clipped than you intended.
His eyes squinted ever so slightly as he looked at you in silence for a moment.
"Do you know what you're doing, or am I gonna have to teach you?" You didn't mean to speak harshly, but your words came out sharper than expected.
"I know what I'm doing." He answered, his voice low as he took a seat beside you.
You swear your blood ran cold every time you heard him speak. You listened to your fav audio guys voice a lot, you couldn't lie and say that it wasn't almost the same. It made you feel a little weirded out, only making you think of the night even more every time he spoke, but you just tried to ignore it and focus.
"So, we need to do a few things by the end of next week." You spoke.Â
He nodded but remained silent, his eyes locked on you in a way that made you feel exposed. His lips parted slightly as he continued to stare.Â
You cleared your throat, trying to ignore the tension. "I don't like strangers coming in my house, can I come over yours to work when we don't have class?"
"Yes, that works. Can I have your phone so I can give you my number? You know, to keep in touch." He asked.
You nodded in agreement, taking your phone and opening the phone app, handing it to him.
You looked away for one second, expecting him to quickly type in his number, but instead, you saw him swipe across the screen, heading straight for your Instagram.
"What are you doing?" You asked, irritation in your voice as you snatched your phone from him.Â
"I was tryna give you my insta like I said." He answered defensively, voice cracking slightly as he stared at you offensively.
"You said number." You replied, narrowing your eyes.
"Well I meant insta." He responded hastily, putting out his hand demandingly.Â
"Who do you think you are?" You snapped. "You're going to give me your number, it's way more practical." You handed him the phone again, this time watching him like a hawk as he slowly typed in his number, his eyes darting up at you now and then with that same suspicious glint.Â
"See how easy it is when you listen." You grinned, Haechan looking at you with glistening, suspicious eyes as you started typing on your computer.
"Why do you have SoundCloud and Spotify?" He asked suddenly, staring at your phone screen.
"What?" You hummed, not breaking contact from your computer.Â
"Why do you have SoundCloud AND Spotify. You only need one music app, right?" He asked, emphasizing his words sassily.
You turned to him, rolling your eyes, exasperated. "Why are YOU so noisy."Â
At this point you were clearly irritated and just wanted to get your work done, alone.
"Do you have something to hide?" He asked, leaning a bit closer, his eyes gleaming mischievously as he stared up at you.
You looked into his annoyed before sighing and turning back to your computer.
"I just listen to unreleased music up there, happy?"Â He hummed in response, not entirely convinced, but he let it go, turning his attention back to his phone.
"Are you busy tonight? I need to come over so we can discuss a new plan and get started." You didn't break any contact from your computer, typing steadily.
"You're not very patient are you?" He chuckled, scrolling through his phone.Â
"I just like to get things done." You responded.Â
He looked up from his phone, eyebrow raised as he stared at you suspiciously, as if he heard that line before.
"Yeah, that's fine. Come over at 6pm, I'll text you the address." He answered, looking down at his phone again.
"Ok, now get off your phone and give me your email so we can start working." You said.
"Whatever." He rolled his eyes but complied, turning off his phone as he rattled off his email address.
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You stood at his apartment door, annoyed as no one came to let you in. You turned around, getting ready to leave. The day had already been stressful, and now you were almost at boiling anger.
"Where are you going?"
His voice stopped you in your tracks. You didn't want to turn around, didn't want to acknowledge himâeverything in you screamed to leave, but something about his voice pulled you back.
Slowly, you turned to face him, your gaze locking onto his. Haechan stood in the doorway, his frame leaning casually against the doorframe, eyebrows raised as if he hadn't just kept you waiting.Â
"What took you so long?" You walked toward him, your tone sharp as you fought to keep your composure.
"I was jerking off." He said sarcastically, a cocky smirk landing on his face as you looked at him with annoyance and disgust.
"Ah!" He yelped suddenly, launching himself toward you in mock attack, his hands making an exaggerated gesture as if he was going to grab you.
"Stop that was disgusting Haechan, what the fuck is wrong with you, seriously?" You asked, voice in obvious irritation.Â
He rolled his eyes, moving out the way so you could walk in. "Learn to take a joke."Â
Even though you had just got there he was already getting on your nerves.Â
You walked into his studio apartment, even though it was small, he made it look quite spacious and comfortable. His room was quite dark, purple and blue led lights surrounding his desk that sat next to his messily made bed, the atmosphere felt almost... intimate.
"It's so dark and scary in here." You joked trying to shake off your earlier discomfort, setting down your belongings and taking a seat on his bed.
Haechan said nothing, his face unreadable as he sat down in his desk chair, spinning it slightly to face you.
"So, why do you have a big microphone and a gaming headset?" you asked, pointing to the equipment scattered across his desk.
He looked at you, his expression unreadable but his jaw tightening. "What do you mean?"
"I mean... why the big setup? You recording something? Streaming? Or... something else?"
He shifted uncomfortably in his chair, his gaze darting to the microphone and then to the floor. "I just like good audio." He muttered defensively.
"Good audio for what?"
For a moment, he said nothing, only licking his lips as if buying time.Â
"Huh?" You spoke in a mocking tone, raising your eyebrows as you looked at him. "You can't answer?"
"God, why are you so noisy geez." He spoke defensively, getting up from his chair and snatching the cord from the computer, grabbing the microphone, throwing it in a drawer with more force than necessary.
"Oh, so when you ask questions I'm supposed to just answer, but when I ask you it's different?" You stood up, crossing your arms as you glared at him.
"Yes." He crossed his arms too, mimicking you with a smug expression.
"Do you have something to hide Haechan?" You asked softly, inching closer to him, his sparkling eyes looking into yours as you moved closer.
"Ha, no." He chuckled lightly, though it came out shaky, his shoulders stiffening as he backed up against the desk, knocking into it with a soft thud.
 "Shit." He whispered, turning around quickly, scrambling to pick up all the items that fell, growing startled as he turned back around to see you standing in front of him.
"Why are you so nervous Haechan?" You murmured faintly, your voice drifting into his ears, making his mind race.
"I'm- I'm not" His voice cracked, betraying him as he forced out a chuckle, but it died quickly.
"You sure about that?" you whispered, leaning in just a bit more, your eyes locked on his. You could practically feel his pulse as it quickened at the base of his neck.
His eyes flickered down to your lips before darting back up.
"You act like you're so tough, like you got everything figured out, but here you are, all jumpy and flustered." You teased.
Haechan let out a slow breath, his hands grabbing the edge of his desk, trying to hold himself up. "You think you know me?" His voice was low, barely more than a growl as he tried to regain control of the situation.
You smirked, backing up just a little, giving him space to breathe. "I'm starting to get the picture."
He stood there, silent for a moment, watching you with wary eyes. The tension between you was heavy, but before either of you could say anything more, his phone buzzed on the desk.
He glanced at the screen, then back at you, something unreadable passing over his face. "You gonna stay and work, or you leaving?"
"Let's just get this done." You said, taking a deep breath, breaking eye contact as you turned toward the bed. Â
The room felt different now, charged with something unsaid. You settled back onto the bed, pulling your laptop onto your lap, feeling Haechan's gaze on you.Â
"Hurry up and pull out your laptop. I don't wanna be here all night." You spoke, turning to him.
His tongue grazed the inside of his mouth as he looked at you with irritated eyes. "Ok."Â
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It had been over a month since you and Haechan have become friends, and you could say that he was bearable nowâ ok, you were kinda in love with him. How could you not be? His witty personalty, his face, his voice it was hard to not fall for him, especially when you saw him everyday. You and him were always together, hanging out mostly everyday, even after the project, so it wasn't a surprise when you got a text from him.Â
hey, can you come over im boreddd?Â
yeahÂ
doors unlocked, just come in.
ok
"Welcome home." He joked as you walked in.Â
You smiled, setting down your stuff at the door, removing your shoes to join him on the bed. He was wearing his signature outfit, a black shirt and gray sweatpantsâthick frames sitting on his face, his black hair messily in a middle part.
"So what do you want to do?" He asked, turning to you.
"I don't know Haechan you invited me over." You responded, scrolling on your phone.Â
"Let's just watch a movie." He said.
You nodded in response, prompting him to get up to grab some snacks.Â
Your eyes scanned the room, stopping at his computer. Soundcloud was wide open, the screen pretty much screaming for your attention, and there you saw a familiar banner.Â
"What chips do you want." He asked, looking over to you, noticing you staring at the computer. You broke contact with the computer, looking at him, still a little taken aback.Â
"Uh, it- it doesn't matter." You said, looking back at the computer subconsciously. His eyes joined yours, staring at the computer screen then back into yours.Â
"Oh oops, is it too bright?" He asked, walking over to his desk and exiting out of the tab, turning down the computer brightness.Â
"Yea thanks." You giggled, turning back to look at your phone.Â
Your head flooded a thousand thoughts.Â
Ok, you could be overreacting and he could just be a pervert like you and you both happened to listen to the same guy, or it could be something he just stumbled across, but everything lined up so perfectly.Â
You turned the phone away from him, turning down your brightness as you opened Soundcloud. You went straight to his profile and the banner was obviously the same, no denying that, but you looked around the account for more hints. You couldn't find anything else, it's not like you could ask him anyways, right?Â
You were about to give up, but you took another good look at the profile, his banner catching your attention. You sat examining the username that was in the center 'hcillusion119." What could that mean?Â
"Hey Haechan."
"What?" He turned to look at you.Â
"If you had to choose a number what would it be? Make it in the hundreds."Â
"I don't know, maybe one hundred and nineteen."
Your eyes widened as you stared at your phone. No way...
"What are your initials again?" You asked, looking at your phone.
"LDH, Why?" He asked.
"Huh, where did the D come from?" You turned to him with questioning eyes.Â
"That's my real name Y/n. My other initials are LHC, Why are you asking?" He answered with a snarky tone.Â
You sat staring at him for a second, the user name replaying over and over again in your mind. That was itâ the hc stood for Haechan. Of course he would choose a name like that: 'Haechan Illusion 119', it was right in front of your face.Â
"I have to go to the bathroom, take a second to get back normal because you're acting weird." He said, interrupting your thoughts.
You turned to him nodding, going back on your phone like there wasn't a care in the world. You sat there waiting patiently for the bathroom door to shut and lock, waiting a few seconds before sprinting up, taking a seat in his computer chair.Â
Thankfully, he didn't lock the computer, so you could easily access everything. You turned the brightness up and quickly typed in the website, before you even typed in the whole word it came up. You clicked on it, and there it wasâ that banner, those audios, and a 'edit' button.Â
Your eyes widened, you always had a feeling that it was him, especially when you heard his voice, but something was telling you that it was too good to be trueâ this explained everything.Â
The microphone, why he was persistently trying to get into your insta, why he asked about Soundcloud on your phone, everything was piecing together. You quickly typed instagram on the search bar, praying that it was logged in, and thank goodness it was. You went straight to his dms, a whole bunch of randoms of course, but then you saw it: 'unknown825'. You sat still for a second, staring at your username, clicking on it. You laughed to yourself quietly, you didn't know whether to feel relived, nervous, or...
"It's you, isn't it?" he said from behind you, startling you.Â
You turned around, heart racing. "I- um-" You stuttered, locking eyes with him, still sitting in the chair as he drifted towards you.
"You know, the first day we met in class I had a feeling it was you, but I didn't wanna jump to conclusionsâ goodness you looked like you were about to fall apart every time I spoke though, how could I not get suspicious?"Â
"I don't know what you're talking about Haechan." Your response came out a little less convincing than you thought.Â
"I tried to get into your insta, but there was nothing. I looked on your computer, nothing as well. Soundcloud? logged out. God you're good at hiding this." He inched closer and closer to you, your breathing getting heavier with every step.Â
"I couldn't just ask, expose what I do if it wasn't you. You thought the same thing too right, wanted to ask, but you couldn't? You had nothing to lose regardless, but I took you for one of those kind of girlsâ the kind that acts all innocent in front of everyone, but has a deeper, dirtier secret that you're hiding." His voice was seductive, yet mocking as well, you cant say that it didn't hurt your ego a little to spoken to like a little slut who got caught doing something they weren't supposed to be doing.Â
"What, the cat got your tongue? What happened to you being so dominant?" He teased, sitting on his bed next to the chair, grabbing the arm rest and turning you to face him.Â
"You know, if you're wrong then you look like a fucking idiot." You scoffed.
You tried to make yourself sound as convincing and possible, tried to make the situation seem like it didn't bother you, but honestly you were a little uptight about it. It's all fun and games when it's on the phone and you could just block each other and not talk ever again, but in person it was so much more.
"There she is, the Y/n I know and love. You know, I've waited for this moment. The moment where you would finally be so fucking desperate to know if it was me, been waiting for you to go through my stuff. You wouldn't do it though, surprisingly, so I just gave you a little push." He smiled, placing his hand on your knee.Â
You shoved his hand off of you. "What are you talking about, gave me a little push?" You asked, giving him questioning eyes.
"You think I would just keep Soundcloud wide open on my computer Y/n, be serious? I thought you were smarter than that." He smiled cockily, titling his head as you looked deeply into his eyes.
It was a setup. He set this whole thing up to catch you on purpose, and you fell right into his fucking trap.Â
"You're despicable. You did it, you caught me... now what?" You asked, leaning back in the chair, crossing your arms.
He took a look at the computer that was behind you, pointing to it, prompting you to look. You can't lie and say that you and hcillusion119, well, Haechan didn't do this call thing often, and that's exactly what he was hinting atâ the call that took place two days ago.Â
"Remember what you said we would do if we were together, what you would do to me?" He asked, his sweet, desperate voice melting your brain like ice cream on a hot summer day.Â
"No Haechan, I don't remember."
Of course, you remembered. How could you forget? Every late night conversation was carved into your mind. Each call felt like an escape, an intimate secret between just the two of you, leaving you aching for more. Now, the weight of his presence made it impossible to deny your own desires. You were curious...no, desperate to know if what you shared over the phone would be even more intoxicating in person.
"Let me remind you... please?" he whined, his voice tugging at something deep within you. He leaned down, his hand trembling slightly as he grabbed yours, guiding it to his cheek. The warmth of his skin sent shivers through your body, and without thinking, your thumb began to gently stroke his face.
His eyes closed as he leaned into your touch, his breath coming out in shaky sighs. "I'll be your good boy." he whispered, barely audible.
Your heart raced, the thrill of finally having him in front of you, not just a voice through a phone but real, and within reach. You could see the way his lips parted slightly, the rise and fall of his chest. It felt good to finally be close, to finally have him like this.
Without breaking eye contact, you slowly withdrew your hand from his cheek. His eyes snapping open, filled with need, searching your face as you got up from your seat. His gaze followed you, not wanting to even be an inch away from you.
"Go to the headboard." You murmured softly.
Haechan reacted instantly, rushing to the head of the bed, pressing his back firmly against the headboard. He adjusted his glasses, his lips slightly parted, eyes locked onto yours.
You crawled onto the bed, your movements slow. His breath hitched as you came wanting more, needing you. You reached him, your body hovering just above his, your fingers grazing the side of his face again.
"Tell me," you whispered, leaning in close enough for your breath to ghost over his lips. "what did I say I was gonna do?"
His eyes sparkled, you could see him unraveling, caught in the web of everything you had both imagined during those late nights. You both knew that you imagined each other's faces on those calls after you met in person for the first time, and now it was all a reality.Â
âYou said... you'd make me beg." His voice was a trembling whisper
"So beg me." You whispered, your voice soft, lips brushing against his ear, sending a wave of heat through him.
You felt him tense under your fingertips. His eyes, wide and pleading, locked onto yours with a desperation that made your heart pound. "Can I kiss you?" he asked, voice small, almost a whimper.
You smiled at the sight of him completely undone in front of you. You slowly lifted his glasses up onto his forehead, pushing the messy strands of his hair away from his face. Your fingers lightly grazed his skin, and he closed his eyes, leaning into your touch.
"That's not how you ask." You teased, your voice low as you leaned in closer, just enough for your lips to brush his, but not meet fully.
He let out a shaky breath, his body trembling with need. "Please... Can I please kiss you Y/n? I need you," he breathed, his voice barely holding together. "I want your lips on mine so bad."
Your smile deepened as you leaned in, teasingly grazing your lips against his again, just barely. His lips parted, waiting for you to close the gap, but you pulled back, watching as frustration and longing flooded his expression. He swallowed hard, his eyes darkening with desire as he leaned closer, his forehead resting against yours.
"Please." He whispered.
You finally gave in, pressing your lips against his in a heated, passionate kiss. The moment your lips met, it was like something electric passed between you both. The kiss deepened as his lips moved urgently against yours, tongues tangling together as if you were both trying to consume each other, neither wanting to pull away. You melted into him, your body pressing closer.
The kiss broke only when you both needed air, both of you gasping as you parted. Haechan's lips were swollen, his breath shallow, his chest heaving as he stared at you, his eyes filled with lust.
"Can I touch you?" He whispered, his voice needy.
You nodded, your heart racing even faster as he shifted you higher in his lap, his hands trailing slowly, up your sides. His fingers caressed your skin through your clothes and you felt his breath hitch as he buried his face into the crook of your neck, kissing your skin softly at first, then harder.
His lips moved down, sucking and biting gently at your skin, leaving marks. His hands explored your body, grabbing, squeezing, and pulling you closer, his touch growing more possessive with every second. His hips moved beneath you, the friction of his lap against you sending waves of heat pooling in your stomach. You gasped as he rocked you back and forth, grinding you against him.
Small, breathy moans escaped your lips as his mouth moved from your neck, traveling down to your collarbone, where he kissed and nipped at your skin, his hands sliding lower, gripping your hips firmly and guiding your movements against him.
"Fuck... feels so good." He whimpered, his voice strained as he broke away from your skin, his head falling back against the headboard. His eyes were half lidded as he watched you move.
Your hands found their way into his hair, tugging lightly as he groaned, his body reacting to every touch, every movement. His grip on your waist tightened, and you felt him twitch beneath you as he pulled you even closer, his hips bucking up against you.
"God Y/n." He whispered breathlessly, lips finding yours again, the kiss hungry and desperate, his tongue exploring your mouth as if he couldn't get enough of you.
He pulled back slightly, looking into your eyes. "I wanna taste you." He desperately spoke, looking at you with begging eyes.
Your fingers slid through his hair as you watched him, his breath quickening, his hands resting on your hips. He was desperate for your permission.
"I wanna taste you." He repeated. He was looking up at you, his lips parted, pleading. "Please Y/n... I'll make you feel so good, I promise."
You let out a soft hum, your fingers tracing along his jaw, watching as his body visibly tensed, waiting for your response. You could see the hunger in his eyes, the way he couldn't tear his gaze away from you. He was completely under your control, willing to do anything you asked.
"You'll do exactly what I want?" You whispered, your thumb grazing over his cheek as you leaned closer, teasing him with the lightest touch. He swallowed hard, nodding quickly.
"Yesâyes." He breathed, his voice barely holding together. His eyes were wide, shimmering with anticipation, his grip on your hips tightening, almost as if he were afraid you'd pull away. "Please, just let me. I'll make you feel so good Y/n, I swear."
Your lips curved into a small smile as you stroked the side of his head, leaning in just enough for him to feel the warmth of your breath. "Then go ahead baby. Make me feel good."
The moment the words left your mouth, his eyes lit up. Without wasting another second, he gently pushed you onto your back, his hands moving with urgency as he pulled down your pants and underwear in one motion.
He paused for a moment, his gaze locking onto you with awe, like he was seeing something he had dreamed about for far too long. His hands traced along your thighs, and you could feel the faint trembling in his fingers as he spread your legs, positioning himself between them. His eyes grew wide as he took in the sight of you, his lips parting slightly as he let out a soft exhale, his breath warm against your skin.
"You're... perfect." He murmured, almost to himself, his voice barely above a whisper. He leaned in, his lips brushing your inner thigh, sending a jolt of pleasure up your spine. You could feel his desire, his need to please you.
Slowly, he began kissing his way up your thighs, his lips trailing delicately. Every kiss sent a spark of heat through your body, and you could feel your pulse quicken as he got closer and closer to where you wanted him most. His hands gripped your hips firmly, keeping you in place as his breath fanned over your core.
"Fuck..." he groaned, his voice low. You could feel the restraint in his body as he tried to hold himself back. His eyes flicked up to meet yours, and you saw nothing but hunger in them.
"You're so beautiful Y/n." He whispered before lowering his head between your legs, finally giving you what you'd been waiting for.
The first touch of his tongue against you was slow, he was savoring the taste of you. He let out a soft moan, the sound vibrating against your skin, sending waves of pleasure through your body. His hands held your thighs apart, his grip possessive but gentle as he worked his tongue in slow, sensual strokes.
"Oh my god." You moaned out, your hands tangling in his hair as he buried his face deeper between your legs, his tongue moving with more urgency now. He flicked his tongue against your clit, earning a gasped out of you, your back arching off the bed as he sucked lightly, sending jolts of pleasure through your entire body.
Haechan groaned against you, the vibrations from his voice adding to the sensation, and you could feel his desperation growing with every second. He was completely lost in you, every lick, every suck more intense than the last. His hands slid up your thighs, holding you steady as he devoured you, his tongue moving faster, more eagerly.
Your breaths came out in shallow gasps, your body trembling beneath his touch, and you could feel the heat building in your core, your stomach tightening with every flick of his tongue.
"Haechan... fuck." You whimpered, your grip tightening in his hair as he continued to work his mouth against you.
"Please Y/n, I want you to come for me." He groaned against your skin, his voice filled with desire. His tongue moved faster, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. "I need you."
You cried out, your entire body trembling as waves of pleasure washed over you, your grip tightening in his hair as you rode out your high, legs shaking. Haechan didn't stop, his mouth still working against you, drawing out your orgasm.Â
Finally, he pulled back, his lips swollen and glistening, his eyes filled with satisfaction as he looked up at you.
"Did I do good?" He asked softly, his voice still breathless, his eyes searching yours.Â
"Mhm." You hummed, your fingers gently stroking his cheek brushing away a few strands of hair. "You did so good for me."Â
He smiled in response, leaning in to take your lips into a kiss.
Somehow, it was more passionate than the last. You two devoured each other, tongues tangling, your body heating up as you felt Haechan grind against you, trying to feel some type of friction.
"Fuck, I need to feel you... can I please feel you Y/n?" He whispered, his breath tickling your earlobe.
You pulled back slightly, your eyes meeting his. "Do you think you deserve it?" You asked teasingly.
His eyes locked onto yours. "I do... please, let me feel you." He pleaded.
You couldn't resist the sincerity in his eyes. With a playful smirk, you gestured for him to adjust, his back pressing against the headboard as anticipation swirled between you.
"If you think you deserve it, then take off your pants." you instructed, your voice firm yet inviting.
His eyes widened like he was in a dream. Without hesitation, he slid down his pants, exposing his readiness to you, his eyes never leaving yours.
"Of course you're not wearing underwear." You laughed, crawling into his lap, his eyes filled with excitement and shyness.Â
"You're so fucking dirty." You whispered, threading your fingers through his hair, drawing a soft moan from him as you gave a gentle tug.
His glasses slipped to the bridge of his nose, but he seemed unconcerned, his attention solely on you. Any other time he would've voiced a rebuttal to your comment, but he needed you so bad he couldn't even find the words.
"Please." He murmured desperately.
Slowly, you adjusted yourself, guiding him to your entrance. Both of you moaned as you took him in, inch by inch, until he was fully in you.
He threw his head back against the headboard, overwhelmed by the sensation of your warmth surrounding him as you moved. "Fuck." he whimpered, his grip on your hips tightening.
"What, can you not handle it?" You teased.
"Iâ" He tried to speak before it was cut off by a small moan escaping as you pulled him deeper. "Can I move you?" He asked.
A soft nod was all he needed. His hands found your hips, guiding you, lifting you in a rhythm that soon had him whimpering your name, his movements becoming more desperate as your heat wrapped around him.
He had dreamed of this momentâthe chance to feel you, and it was everything he'd imagined and more. "Fuck, feels so good." He whimpered.
His pace quickened, driven by your shared need, each whimper and sigh from you encouraging him to go deeper, faster.
"Fuck Haechan, you're so big." You moaned out, the words shooting straight to his pelvis.Â
"Are you gonna be good for me and cum?" you whispered into his ear, your words sending a shiver of pleasure through his body.
"Yes, fuck, I'll be good for you." He moaned out, overwhelmed by the sensations pushing him closer to the edge. His glasses fogged with each heated breath.
His movements grew messy, each thrust sending him closer to the edge, you tightening around him.
"Fuck, gonnaâcum.â He gasped, his body trembling beneath you.
"Cum for me, I'm almost there." You said, your stomach tightening as he hit your g-spot.
"Feels so good." He whimpered, the feeling of you clenching around him making him go almost insane.Â
"Fuckâ gotta pull out." He could barely get the words out, eyes squeezed shut, he felt dizzy. Even though his mouth said one thing, his hands kept moving you, keeping himself deep inside you.
"It's okay baby, fill me up." You moaned, the permission tipping him over the edge.
"Fuck I'm coming." He let out a choked whimper, finding his release, filling you full of his seed. His hands covered his mouth as he tried to hold in the cries that wanted to be let out.Â
"Uncover your mouth."Â You spoke, wanting to hear every precious sound he made, reaching your high shortly after.Â
His hands fell away, gripping the sheets to ground himself. His moans turned into cries of pleasure as he twitched beneath you, riding out the last waves of pleasure together.Â
"Shit." You said breathless, exhausted and satisfied, your head resting in the crook of his neck, your shared breath slowing to a gentle rhythm.
"Look at what you do to me." He muttered, obviously still winded.
"Look at what you do to me"Â You said, gently cupping his face, smiling as you took in the mess you both becameâhis glasses fogged beyond use.Â
He smiled lazily, resting his head on the head board as he let out a satisfied sigh, closing his eyes.
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Confession | LMH (M)
Best friend Mark x fem reader
Summary: you look beautiful and the time feels right, so he decides to confess.
Warnings: sexual content, big dick mark, unprotected sex, he's in love with you, he's also a bit of a freak, proofread (kinda)
Word count: 1,6k
Song recs: juno by Sabrina Carpenter
A/N: I wrote this on a whim bc I miss him and and need him in the least biblical way possible. Enjoy
"can I tell you something?" His breathy whisper tickled your ear, giving you goosebumps all over. Marks hands roamed your sides, his firm fingers pressing into your skin as you listen to his shaky breathing.
âtell me.â
âI really like you.â His lips press against your ear lobe, heat spreading in the lower parts of your body. His chest is pressed against yours, hearts beating in unison as he kisses the back of your ear down your neck. âI love you actually.â
âYou love me?â
Mark doesnât know if it was the alcohol that bought on this confession or maybe the fact that you just looked especially good that night. But it clearly didnât matter, especially when your face was so close to his. You canât keep focus, not knowing whether to look at his eyes or lips and he quickly too notice, simply making the decision for you.
His lips melt into yours, the calm sound of his heavy breathing and the fire place cracking making your stomach flutter. Mark moves his hands to your hips, pressing your pelvis against his. His lips tie into yours almost too perfectly like it's meant to be, tongue smoothly sliding into your mouth naturally.
âI need you,â you whine softly.â
Mark nods, quickly taking off his suit jacket and throwing it on the couch behind him. Your hands fly to his chest, tugging at his tie pulling it off. Mark pulls away from your lips, resting his forehead on yours. His eyes light up watching you unbutton his shirt, brows scrunched in a desperate attempt to get it off.
He cracks a smile feeling your hands run up his body right to back of his neck, pulling him in for another deep kiss while your fingers tangle in his hair. Mark sneaks his hands around you, resting his large palms on your ass. He canât help himself, the feeling of your plush ass drives him insane. You whine feeling him squeeze you, making him damn near rock hard, and you can feel it. You can feel how hard he is for you, and you want it so badly.
Marks fingertips bunch your dress in his hands, fisting the fabric as he kisses you. âI want you to touch me baby,â he says softly.
That was all you needed, immediately shoving the man on the couch behind you. Mark fell with grace, his light brown hair coving his face in the most elegant way possible. The fire lot his face, his pretty brown eyes looking at you. Mark watches you bunch your dress at your hips, climbing on him to straddle his lap. He canât keep his hands to himself, immediately pushing the fabric up your legs, gripping your thick thighs.
âfuck,â you sigh. He looks like a dream under you. The way the light from behind flickers against his features does wonders for you. You canât hold back, wishing for this moment for a long time. Mark doesnât stop you from unbuckling his belt and undoing his dress pants that are a little too big for him.
The silence is comforting, nothing but the sound of your shaky breath as you palm his hard cock through his boxers. You pump him slowly through the fabric, watching his face twist in pleasure.
âyes baby just like that,â he sighs in pleasure.
You could watch him all day if you could, but you canât, not when youâre dying to feel him stretch you open. âdo you have any condoms?â
Mark gulps, shaking his head. He thought youâd be completely turned off, but his lips parted when you reached into his boxers, soft hands wrapping around his shaft. Mark watches you pull him out the fabric, nearly moaning seeing the size of him.
âfuck Iâve waited so long for this,â you whisper. He couldnât keep his eyes off you, the way you pulled up your dress revealing that you were in fact not wearing anything underneath. Your breathing was erratic, too excited to see the way the man looked at you while your lifted your hips, pressing his tip to your pussy.
A gasp leaves your lips, brows furrowed as you sink down on his cock. His hands are on your back and hip, gripping the fabric of your dress as he watches himself disappear inside you. Your body is hot, not only from the fireplace but from the way heâs looking at you.
âthatâs it baby, deep breaths,â he says softly, rubbing soothing circles on your thigh.
âyouâre so big,â you whine softly. You press your hips down more, hands flying to his shoulders feeling him move deeper in you. Heâs so overwhelming, but you canât stop yourself from grinding, your body moving on Its own. âFuck,â your whimper softly.
Marks grips your dress, pushing it further up your body. His breathing increases, heart shooting out of his chest as he watches you use him to pleasure yourself. You look so pretty in your formal attire, hair done, makeup done, wearing the necklace he bought for you. Your lips part, soft moans spilling as you moved your hips.
âGod, I love you so much.â Mark tilts your chin down, kissing you deeply, tongue exploring your mouth. Your hips moved faster, moans falling into your mouth as he gripped your thigh tight. The kiss was hot and wet, both of your mouths absorbing the sinister sounds of pleasure. Mark pulls away from the kiss, your heavy panting becoming all the more noticeable.
âJust like that baby, youâre so good for me.â
Your body completely melted into his, hands gripping his shoulders tight. Mark loves the way your necklace falls into his face, you biting your lip softly as you ride him faster. Your whines turn into whimpers and moans, shaky sounds escaping your mouth just like he always wanted.
âMarkâŠoh my god.â
Youâre so blinded by pleasure, you cant even tell when his thumb ended up in your mouth. Your plump lips wrapped around the digit, brows furrowed as you stared into his eyes. The man pulls his thumb out your mouth, saliva still connecting the two of you together.
âI love you so much,â he moans, other hand gripping your hip. âAll mine, right?â
You nod fast, feeling yourself get even more turned on. You clench around him, hands trembling on his shoulders. âI-Iâm so close mark,â you moan.
âYouâre gonna cum on my cock? Like a good girl?â Mark holds your hips, thrusting into you like his life depended on it. Body hot, sweat on his brow while pleasures you. You tried to be quiet, not wanting to draw any attention to the room, but you just canât control yourself anymore. He feels so good inside you, like heâs made for you.
âyes, yes. Iâm your good girl..â
Mark keeps fucking you, his grunts and moans sounding like music to your ears. He wants to keep going forever, but that feeling starts brewing in his stomach. Heâs so close he might explode if you squeeze around him one more time. âFuck baby, Iâm gonna cum,â he moans. Mark tries to lift you off his lap, but you remove his hands.
You say nothing when you push his body deeper into the couch and start riding him like thereâs no tomorrow. Whines and whispers escape from both of your lips, the feeling of an orgasm so close you could taste it. You kiss him, tongue immediately going down his throat and he enjoys it, moaning into your mouth.
Thatâs when you feel it, the right ball in your stomach becoming undone, clenching around him nice and tight as you break the kiss, high pitch sounds bouncing off the walls and into his ears. Mark follows immediately after, cumming deep inside your tight cunt with his jaw dropping at the feeling.
You collapse on his body having completely sweating out your hair, dress, and makeup. You donât have to look into a mirror to know your look a mess. Lipstick everywhere, sweat fucking up your makeup, dress wrinkled to an unrecognizable degree. Mark doesnât look any better. His shirt is half way off, hair all over the place and now his once perfectly ironed slacks are wrinkled.
âHoly fuck,â you huff out, still trying to catch your breath. Mark looks up at you, brows raised with a pretty smile on his face. âCanât believe we just did that.â
âit was bound to happen.â Markâs eyes light up when you giggle. âIâm so in love with you.â
Regardless of the fact that you just had sex with him, you still canât handle how mushy and romantic he is, his words making your flustered. Mark knows you can handle it, so without letting you respond, he kisses you. Lips molding with yours, his tongue on yours tasting you. It feels like youâre the only people in the world, the way he grips your waist, pulling your body closer to him.
Both of you know you cant stay in this room, but you donât protest when he caresses your face, thumb on your lip pulling your mouth open along with your tongue. The man licks up your tongue slowly, drawing a breathy moan you. He wraps his lips around the wet muscle, sucking it softly making you clench around his no semi hard cock thatâs still inside you. You fell him thrust into you softly, but you canât let him knowing you want to.
âwait,â you say breathlessly, pulling away from his lips. âwe-we canât stay here.â
âwe can if you wanna go for round two.â
You look at him, biting your lip softly. âyou donât think weâll get in trouble?â
âI donât care about getting in trouble.â
Against your better intuition, your lips lock with his once again, his hands all over your body continuing his confession for the rest of the night.
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LEARNING CURVES (M)
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 PAIRING: 00 line x Reader (ft.Mark)
â WORD COUNT: 23k
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GENRE(S): Pure Smut
â SUMMARY: After a negative sexual encounter in high school, fear and reluctance hold you back from exploring new experiences. However, a friend offers advice that shifts your perspective, suggesting that perhaps all you need is some practice to improve and feel more confident in trying new things outside of your comfort zone. You would need a lot of practice.
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â WARNINGS: Multiple sexual acts, unprotected sex, orgy, cursing, choking. Literally just sex.ââ
NOTES: I had some fun writing this, shout out to my friend for literally living this life. You made dreams come true.
You loved being able to catch up with your friends; it was rare you got to see them nowadays with your conflicting schedules and new adult responsibilities. By now, you were all grown up, having traded in your sibling-shared rooms for an open loft and independence. You lived alone, and while at times it can feel lonely, you really enjoyed the time to yourself. Spending time alone would allow you to learn more about yourself.
Today, after debriefing with your friends about their sex lives, you discovered that yours is about as dry as the Nevada desert.Â
Your friends occupy the living room space of your new loft. You had been in your new home for about a month when they decided to come over for a housewarming party. With Jisung's tall, lean frame stretched out on the couch, everyone else had to make room on the floor. Being a lightweight. He ended up knocking out before anyone else. Your friends Chenle, Yang Yang, Yuna, and Mia surround you on the floor. Your not sure how the conversation got started, but everyone was recounting embarrassing sexcapades from the past.Â
âAnd then he fell asleep on top of me after finishing. He was practically crushing me; I thought I was gonna die,â Yuna laughs hysterically at the memory.Â
The idea of your friend experiencing that makes you shudder. Your other friends laugh along easily. The empty alcohol bottles that decorate your carpet and countertops can only indicate one thing: everyone was off their ass drunk. There was easy conversation, unceasing laughter, and smiles so big they hurt your cheeks.Â
The stories continue on, and youâre enjoying the time you get to spend together. Yanyang tells you about some girl he went home with after class one day and how she could only get off if he was wearing a cat headband.Â
âSo you pretended to be her kitten the whole time?â Mia asked with a laugh. You could tell she was getting a kick from the mental image of Yangyang purring like a kitten.
âIt was hot, actually!â He protests.
"Well, I thought this story was supposed to be embarrassing? Youâre in to petplay, big whoop?â You chime in.
"Well, it only got weird when she started calling me Mr. Whiskers,â he groans out of anguish at the memory.
Maybe it was the alcohol, but you were practically weeping at this point. âMR.WHISKERS??â
âThere's no way! Tell me you left!â Chenle adds,
âI had to see it throughâ Yang Yang shakes his head before shrugging. âWhat about you, miss lonely? Any stories? Don't think we haven't noticed how quiet you areâ Yang Yang targets you.
You feel a chill down your spine, like a bucket of ice water was just dumped over you. Although they were more of the second-hand variety, your friends did have some embarrassing stories. They weren't the ones that embarrassed themselves, and that intimidated you a little from telling your own story. Yours had been so embarrassing that you refused to try anything sexual since then. You felt like they wouldn't understand.
"Well, I havenât really done much.â You say. You wanted to avoid the conversation.
âOh come on, what about Doyoung? You two didnât do anything?â Yuna asks.
âNo, Well, not reallyâ You could feel your cheeks heating in embarrassment. This was why you didnt want to talk about it. Your lack of sexual experience was probably the reason he broke up with you.
âI've only ever given head, and it was really bad,â you finally admit.
"Well, come on. It was your first time; you canât beat yourself up about it,â Yuna encourages.
It was back in high school; you had been dating Doyoung for a few months, and you were both ready to take the next step in the relationship. You were too afraid to go too far, so you offered to just give him head.Â
You should have known better than to try to sneak away at school, but you were young and foolish. Things took a turn for the worse after you and Doyoung slipped into a supply closet in between classes.
You were both really inexperienced and only knew sex from porn. You were overly cocky in your abilities, and so was he. When you first put him in your mouth, you didn't mind your teeth at all. You used too much saliva, making everything too messy. He couldn't get hard at all, so it was hard to stroke it, and so you were just awkwardly flailing your wrist on his length. He wasn't that big, and you thought that maybe if you took him farther down your throat, he would feel better. Big mistake.Â
You swore it barely touched the back of your throat, but you had just finished lunch like 30 minutes prior, and honestly, the unfamiliar taste of his precum was making your stomach turn a little. The next thing you know, your throwing up on his shoes.
âAnd then the janitor walked in, and he had to help clean up my throw upâ You finish your story, hands cringing at your sides.
Your friends had listened intently through the whole story without interrupting once. You finally look up from your lap to scam their reactions.
Chenle was biting his lip, holding back a laugh for his dear life. Yuna was trying her hardest to look serious as she nodded her head in understanding, but you could see the tears in her eyes that threatened to fall from how hard she wanted to laugh. Yangyang and Mia were fully turned around; all you could see was their shoulders shaking.
âTHIS IS SERIOUS!â you whine in aggravation. That was the straw that broke the camel's back. The previous silent laughter turned to full-blown cackling. They were so loud, it made Jisung stir on the sofa.
You pout and cross your arms, trying to shrink yourself away. Thinking back on it after all these years, it was funny now, but it had really taken a toll on your self-confidence. You couldn't even get Doyoung hard, and after he broke up with you, you found it hard to try again. You had dated a few other guys here and there, but the moment they tried to get more physical, you got cold feet. You were a virgin, but if you wanted to be technical, you lost your virginity to a fence in the 5th grade while trying to climb a fence. You had slipped and fallen hard on the fence. You didn't realize it at the time, but the blood in your underwear that day was caused by your hymen breaking, not a deep cut from the fence you couldn't find.Â
Your friends finally calm down after they see you not laughing along. "Hey, we're sorry,â Mia apologizes âDoes it still bother you?â
"Yes,â you say
"Jeez, its been years; you really havenât had any better experience than that?â Chenle says
âYou always know exactly what to say,â you say dryly.Â
âWhat he meant to say was you were young and that was a long time ago; you shouldnt beat yourself up about it.â Mia glares at Chenle.
âI guess,â you shrug unimpressedÂ
"Well, practice makes perfect so your not gonna get better if you do nothing,â chenle says
This time, you shoot him a glare at his brutal honesty.
That's how you find yourself downloading Tinder. You had thought about it over the next few days. Your friends were all grown up and living their best lives, and you were still stuck on something that happened in your freshman year of high school. Years had passed, and you needed to move on. Maybe Lele was right? Maybe all you needed was to go out and keep falling until you could stand up on your own. Clearly, they had had their fair share of embarrassing stories, and it had helped them grow. You had a lot of growing to do if you were going to make up for the last few years.
You make your profile very simple. You add a few cute photos; nothing risky because youâre still afraid you might run into one of your friends on the app, and you would just die if they found your account.Â
You add the description of âjust looking for funâ and hope you can cast your net wide enough to catch someone promising.
You swipe for about half an hour until you get tired. You had a lot of planning to do. Chenle probably didn't mean it literally, but that's how you were going to take it.Â
You knew nothing about being intimate or physical with someone, but you were quite bookish. Instead of love and companionship, you were drawn towards studies and literature.
If there was something you didn't know, you would just crack it open and study its insides. That is how you would approach this; you would treat it as an equation that, with a little bit of study, you could solve.Â
Practice makes perfect...
Practicing math makes you a mathematician
Practicing science makes you a scientist
Practicing law makes you a lawyer
So technically speaking, if we follow the trend, if we recognize the pattern...
Practicing sex makes you a sexist?Â
Ok no, but you get the point. With practice, you should improve.
Your phone dings, and you smile at the message you got âWhat kind of fun are you looking for?â
Renjun was his name, and you had made plans to meet with him this weekend. In between classes and work, you made time to prepare yourself to meet Renjun. You had spoken to him briefly through text. You had told him that you were inexperienced and were only comfortable with giving head. He told you not to worry and that he was more than okay with that. Â
First things first: you had to deal with your first bully if you wanted to move past your past and loosen its hold on you. The thing that made you insecure, the thing that kept you up at night, you had to overcome.
THE BLOWJOB
You had prepared for this day all week. You read article after article of different techniques to try. You had gone through a whole 18 pack of popsicles, and by the 10th one, you had finally managed not to gag when you reached the last color. You couldn't quite pat yourself on the back yet; you weren't sure if you were getting better or if you had just frozen your tonsils. Today, you would find out, though.
You nervously clutch your phone as you shoot him a text letting him know you were outside. He buzzes you in, and you make your way up to apartment 0323 on the third floor. When he opens the door, you can't help but return his smile. You shouldn't judge a book by its cover, but this cover was really pretty.Â
Renjun just had a welcoming aura that made you feel comfortable. When you come inside, he asks if you want anything to drink, and he shows you where his bathroom is in case you need it, making you feel at home. After he does a short walk through, he leads you back to the living room, and you both sit on his couch.
âThis is a really nice place,â you comment, awkwardly unsure of what to say âDo you have roommates?â His apartment was very large; you noticed it was on the nicer side of town, and you saw at least 4 bedrooms.
âYeah, but I kicked them out tonight,â he says before eyeing you up and down âI want to take my time with youâÂ
Your skin instantly heated up at his bold words. The kind man who had smiled and welcomed you into his house might have been a fox.
âI've only ever done this once before, and I'm not really sure if Iâll be any good,â you say, unable to hold his eye contact.Â
âIts ok baby; Iâll teach you everything you need to know,â he says softly âYou wanna sit closer so I can see your pretty face?â He says it gently.Â
You scoot closer so that your thighs are touching. âThere's my girl,â he says, and you can feel your heart rate pick up at the praise. He doesnât look away from you once; his piercing stare makes you feel shy.
Your eyes are glued to your hands, folded politely in your lap, and when he reaches out to intertwine his with yours, you wonder if he can feel the way your hands tremble in his grasp.
âAre you scared? Why are you shaking baby?â he asks sweetly, using his other hand to caress your cheek soothingly. âDonât be afraid, baby we donât have to do anything you donât want to doâ He strokes your face for a bit longer before lightly gripping your chin and pulling you to finally face him âDo you want to do this, baby? Let me hear your pretty voiceâ
His compliments twist at your heart again, and it feels like youâre under his spell. He spoke to you in a way that was sweet like honey; it made you want to comply with everything he asked of you.Â
He smiles at the dopey look on your face when he calls you pretty âYou like it when I talk to you like that? Hmm pretty?â Still not brave enough to take a full sip from you without your permission, he pecks the corner of your mouth. "You have to answer me, or we can't have fun."Â
You nod lazily, and you try to chase his lips when he pulls away.Â
he pulls back "words," and his eyes look glazed over as he stares at your lips.
âYes, I want this,â you whisper breathlesslyÂ
He kisses you gently, barely allowing you to savor his taste, before he pulls away again. âLet's take it slow, ok? I got you; just follow my lead,â he says, inches away from your mouth. You nod impatiently and surge forward again, claiming his lips against yours.Â
You were really eager; you didn't realize how touch-starved you were until tonight. You were pressed heavily against his side as you worked your lips over his. It was a very sloppy kiss, but you loved every second of it. His lips were so soft, you couldn't help but groan against them.Â
You felt a rough hand against your sternum until it traced up towards your neck. His finger tips barely grazed the skin of your neck. He caressed you there for a moment before his grip turned firm, and he pushed you back just enough to get your attention. You whine in disappointment, and he kisses the pout on your lips.
âI said slow, baby Iâm not going anywhere,â he says softly. He tries to keep things light so you don't become discouraged. âYou taste so good; I want to savor it,â he soothes with praise.
He spoke in a way that made your stomach do backflips. You nod and take a deep breath. You wait patiently for him to lean in and allow him to take the lead. He kisses you slowly and sensually. You can fully understand what he meant earlier when he said he wanted to savor it. There was something about his slow, almost lazy kisses that had you gripping his thigh. He slips his tongue inside your mouth and strokes against yours. You gently suck on his tongue, matching his energy. When he pulls away, you have trouble catching your breath.Â
âlike that, ok? you try nowâÂ
You lean in and kiss him, copying all the things he did to you before pulling away.
Your eyes were completely glazed over at this point. Your body was loose, all tension from before evaporating. His kisses were like liquor.
âGood baby,â he says.
You were ready for more, so you sank off the couch until you were situated between his legs. He doesn't say a word while you buckle his belt, holding your eye contact as you discard it to the side. He helps you by pulling his pants down his thighs before pulling himself out of his briefs. He stood in front of you completely hard, and your heart feels light.Â
You did it! He was hard, and all you did was kiss. first obstacle overcome! You smile dopely at him, and he returns the look with a soft smile before caressing your cheek.Â
âWhat are you so happy for, baby? Want it that bad?â He says this, stroking himself languidly.
With your new-found confidence, you shoo his hand away and grip the base.
step one⊠firm grip
step two⊠pump and suck
or was it suck then pump?
You tried to remember the articles you had read, but it was like your brain was short-circuiting.
âRelax, baby, don't think about it.â He pats the top of your head soothingly âOpen your mouth,â he guides. You do as he says and wait for the next command, âstick your tongue outâ
You stick out your tongue and slap the length lightly against your fat tongue before pulling it off and licking from the base to the tip again.
You lick at the underside of his tip before kissing it. âIs this ok?â you ask shakily. From the way his breath picks up slightly, you suppose your off to a good start.
"Baby, you are doing so good for me. "Just like I taught you, take it slow," he says, panting a little.Â
You give him a nod, then glance back at his lovely pink tip. You suck on the tip experimentally, being extra cautious of your teeth. When you pulled up, you massaged the head with your tongue. You get comfortable, and soon your ready to take more. You slip down further on his length and stroke what you cannot fit in your mouth. His cock had a slight curve to it, and you were hesitant to go deeper. You didn't account for that with the straight popsicles you would suck. You stay within your comfort zone and work him as best you can. You start twisting your wrist at his base, and when you come up for air, you drag your hand up, chasing your mouth, to twist your wrist at his tip. This causes him to let out a moan.
âJust like that, baby, youâre doing so goodâÂ
The praise goes to your head, and before you can second-guess yourself, you suck one of his balls gently into your mouth. the way his hips jerk up suddenly scares you. you think you did something wrong but he immediately encouraged you.Â
âKeep your eyes on me, baby; im closeâÂ
You kiss your way back up the shaft until you take it back into your mouth. you moan around his length and he shudders.Â
âThat's right, baby, almost there,â he says, his voice thick with arousal. You feel his hand at the back of your neck as it gently guides you up and down. âdo you trust me?â he asks
You nod subtly, trying not to scrape him with your teeth. âBreathe in deep,â he tells you as he lifts you off his length.
You take a deep breath, and you know what is coming. You practiced for this. You were ready.
He guides you back down his length. Slowly sinking you down, forcing you to take more of him as he hits the back of your throat. Your eyes tear up immediately, and your hands move to grip at his thighs. Your nose is tucked into his abdomen as you deep-throat him.Â
Yes! You were doing it! This wasnt so-
You cough violently after a few seconds of having him down your throat, and he pulls you up immediately. You catch your breath, trying to contain your harsh coughing fit. Renjun is stroking himself in front of you, and you open your mouth again, letting him stroke over your tongue.Â
Without warning, he finishes all over your lips and face. You lick at your lips, tasting the mess. It tasted salty and bitter
It was a long day; you didn't have any courses today, but you'd just finished a lengthy shift and wanted to relax. Soft music fills your home while you give yourself the princess treatment. You really needed to relax, so you lit a few candles.Â
When you get home, you take a hot bath. You had filled the tub with bubbles, which reached your neck as you sank down into it.Â
Only when there was a knock did you realize there was a body in the doorway. You nearly leap out of your skin, only to discover it was Chenle.Â
âWhat are you doing in my houseâ you heave in a breath, trying to calm your heart.
With a playful hop onto your countertop, he mocks you, "Spare key." You feel at ease in his company despite being nude; Chenle was more like a brother to you. The bubbles were pretty dense, so you doubted he could see anything. âHad to do a welfare check; you werent texting back in the groupchatâ
âI've been busy,â you say hesitantly. You hadnt told your friends about your escapades. You were too nervous, and you definitely knew they wouldn't like the idea of you meeting up with strangers in the middle of the night.
âYour hiding something,â he said, narrowing his eyes at you
"Well, I am in the middle of taking a bath,â you joke.
âNot what I mean,â he says, rolling his eyes âwhat have you been up to, you sneakâ
You gave a deep, heavy sigh. Lele was the kind of person who would dig until he found the truth, so it was best to just tell him. You spare the two of you the hassle.
âI took your advice.â
âMy advice?â
âYeah, on practicing... you said I should practice if I wanted to get better.â
âI was wondering why you had three twelve packs of bombpops in your freezerâ Lele tilted his head with a nod.
âSo I did, and... I hooked up with someoneâ You sink further into the tub until only your eyes are visible above the bubbles.
âTell me everything; I want every detail.â A Cheshire grin spreads across his face as he smiles at you, crossing his arms over his chest.Â
Honestly, you have been dying to talk to someone about this. You tell him how you met Renjun through Tinder, how sweet he was, and how comfortable he made you. Chenle is leaning forward, nodding along with everything you say, fully immersed in your story. It wasn't until you finished that he let out a shocked chuckle.
"Wow, baby bird has finally left the nest,â he jokes, âso whats next? You're going to keep seeing this guy?â
You liked Renjun, but you weren't ready for a relationship just yet, especially after only swallowing his dick. You aren't done with your expirations yet. You still had to find your other test subjects. You reasoned that including a variable would help you assess how much you were progressing and if you were truly improving. Renjun was nice, but it was almost time for someone new.
âMaybe. I dont know. Im not really ready for a relationshipâ
âAre you just looking for something fun?â
Precisely
Although he told you a thousand times that you did an amazing job, you still weren't satisfied. You could hardly take him down your throat. You would need more practice if you were going to be able to take on something bigger one day.Â
You had been training your gag reflex lately; this would decide if you were ready to move on to the next stage. You had looked up somewhere that practicing on a banana might get you used to the natural curve of a penis, but when it broke off into your throat and you almost choked on it, you decided to play it safe and stick to your ice pops. At least those would melt before you choked and died. You could stand proud the next time you see Renjun.Â
He buzzed you up like last time, and your steps were a little lighter as you bound up his stairs for the second time.
âHey pretty, are you ready for another lesson?â
This time, as he brings you in, he takes you directly to his bedroom. You get a little nervous; you weren't ready for that yet. He notices your tense shoulder and laughs softly. âCalm down; weâre not doing anything like that. I just wanted you to be comfortable,â he explains
You relax and follow him as he crawls into his bed. His room was very... Renjun, or at least what you thought Renjun to be like. Ambient mood lighting casts a gentle golden glow throughout his space. He was very clean and ordered, and his room had an overall calm and cozy vibe to it.Â
He got comfortable against his headboard, and as you positioned yourself in between his legs on your stomach. His bed sheets smelled like fresh laundry, and it was like you were lying on a cloud. You prop yourself up on your elbows and begin working. You are grateful that things with Renjun were strictly business. You hated small talk, and this dynamic would make things less awkward in the long run. You reach forward and are about to pull him out of his shorts when he stops your wrists short.Â
âYou gotta work me up, baby, not yet,â he explains.Â
Slow, steady, and sensual. That's how Renjun liked to move. You were getting better at understanding him. He liked it slow, and he liked it when you teased him.
You trailed your hand up and down his thighs; he was only in some sleep shorts, so you teasingly trailed your hand under the fabric and stroked high on his skin. You pushed up the other leg of his shorts as you laid hot kisses against the skin there. You kissed up his thigh and over his bulge that was starting to strain against his shorts. He was bare under, and just the thought alone had your mouth watering. You had to remind yourself to take it slow.
You trail your hand even higher under the fabric of his shorts until you softly grip his length. You kiss him through the fabric as you softly stroke his hard cock. It was right in front of you, and he was refusing you. You had to squeeze your thighs together as you pictured the way you would finally get to shove his cock down your throat. Your grip tightens at the thought, and his soft moans that now flow from his lips tell you that he's ready for more.
You finally slip him out of his shorts and take him into your mouth. You rest the tip against your tongue as you lazily lick him up. You hold his eye contact as you take more and more of him into your mouth. You hum around him in pleasure as his face twists in pleasure.Â
"Fuck, mmm so pretty. so fucking pretty with your mouth full,â he moans "I could watch you all day, just like that baby, just like thatâ
You could feel that familiar sense clouding your head; you were sinking again. Your thoughts traveled to that special place, and his words alone made you feel drunk.Â
Fuck going slow; you needed him down your throat. You pull up to take a deep breath in through your nose and sink down on him again. You take all of him and settle at his base. You look up at him from your position, and you can see his mouth drop open in a silent moan.
He heaves a breath and grips the sheets as you slurp loudly on your way up. You work at his base with a tight fist before sinking back down again. You repeat the motion a few times before you feel his hands collecting your hair up into a ponytail. He uses the makeshift ponytail as a handle to guide you up and down his length. The next time you come down, he holds you still for a few seconds, and you can feel his hips shyly cant up, fucking your throat. You cough hard and smack at his thigh for air. He draws you up, and your wet, tearful eyes meet his. However, a fox returned the stare. The fox he had hidden beneath his sheep's skin was finally showing his teeth.Â
âBack down, baby, we're going to make you learn tonight,â he says âOpen your mouthâ
You obey, and he grips your jaw with one hand while the other brushes his length on your lips before lowering you flush against his pelvis. âCome on, take it. Its all yours pretty,â he grunts, fucking your face until he feels your throat tighten again and he pulls you up. âBreathe, come on, baby we got to get that throat fucked outâ
And your down again. He pulls you up and holds your head in place as he thrusts shallowly into your mouth and over your tongue. âHands off, I got you," was another command.
You snake one of your hands down your front as he uses your throat for his own pleasure. He was so deep down your throat that you never wanted him to pull out. You circle your clit a few times as you get lost in your own pleasure.
âAlmost there, look at me,â he cries as his hips begin to stutter so close to release. He brings you down again, and his thighs shake. He was about to pull you up, no doubt to finish on your face, but you refused to pull off. You force him to cum deep down your throat.
You pull off swallowing quickly before you start coughing again. You help him ride it out with a few weak pumps of his cock. You watch him catch his breath as he looks at you with nothing but disbelief in his eyes.Â
âHow was that? Was that okay? Was I going to fast-â
He sits up and pushes you back onto the bed. He kisses you deeply and moans at the lingering taste of himself on your tongue.
âHow about I show you?â He kisses down your body over your clothes until hes settled between your legs. âLet me show you how that felt, please. Let me make you feel good,â he begs
The look he gives you makes you ruin your panties all over again. You had never had anyone touch you like that before but you trusted him.
âShow meâ
You conquered the blowjob and then the blowjob conquered you. After passing out in his room, you snuck out the next morning before his roommates woke up. You didn't plan on seeing him again after this and that left you feeling a bit down. There was no time to dwell on it, though. It made you wonder if Renjun was correct in saying you were moving too fast, since after two positive experiences, you were already thinking about exploring further.
Who would be your next target?
RIDING
Renjun was right. Renjun was 100% right. You needed to slow down.Â
You wanted to move things along; you were eager to learn more about your own body, so you opted to start small. Well, as little as a 7-inch dildo could be. Although you had never used a toy like this before, you were no stranger to an orgasm. You definitely made yourself come before but you used some shoddy vibrator you got when you were 18 from the back of some edgey store in the mall that had a small adult section.Â
You had ordered this toy offline and didn't think it would be as big as it was until you got it in the mail. It wasn't super grithy but the stretch still scared you. Maybe you should have listened to the online forums and started small with 4 inches but at the time, 4 inches didn't sound like a lot. That was less than a five-dollar footlong at subway and you were always still hungry after eating one of those. No matter how much lube you used, no matter how aroused you were, you couldn't take it. You will have to try again later.
You had effectively scared yourself back into a corner. You decided to take a break from your âstudiesâ and focus on school and work. Maybe you just weren't ready to leave your comfort zone yet.
Your life returns to normal for a bit; you work, come home, then sleep. You wake up early for class, go to work, then come home and sleep. You wake up early for class, go out with your friends, come home, and then sleep. It was a constant rinse and repeat of the same things. You had hobbies but none of them were as interesting as the one thing plaguing your mind recently.Â
You needed dick, bad.
Against your better judgement, you eventually hit Renjun up again and you guys meet up a few more times. He'd come over to your house the last few times because he complained about not being able to get his roommates out of the house. You loved pleasing Renjun and he loved pleasing you but his tongue and fingers weren't enough for your greedy pussy anymore. You needed more.
You lay in bed one night after Renjun left, having finished another session with you and even though he had made you cum your pussy was still throbbing for more. You knew if you had asked, he would have given it to you, but you wanted to investigate on your own and conduct your own research before diving headfirst into something like that.Â
You reach down into your soaked panties and rub at your clit lazily. You squeeze your legs together as your pussy clamps down around nothing. You try to mimic the way Renjun had his fingers shoved knuckles deep in you earlier; you trace at your slit and work in a finger curling it the same way he did. It wasn't enough. You add another one and work yourself up, pumping your fingers pathetically inside and grinding the palm of your hand against your clit. It still wasn't enough, and even adding a third finger still didn't satisfy you. You needed something bigger. You shudder at the thought but pull your fingers out of your dripping cunt. You reach under your bed for your box and set it on your bed before pulling out your new toy.Â
âTake it slow; just like I taught you,â you repeat his words to yourself.
You line the toy up to your entrance and coat it in your juices. Your about to push it inside when you decide to play it safe and add more lube. Now that the toy is fully coated, you can get comfortable on your back and ease it inside. Your a lot more relaxed this time than when you first tried. Renjun had already made you cum earlier, and you thank him for his services. You slid the tip in and took more and more until it was at least 2/3 inside. You didn't particularly like the rubbery feel of the dildo; you bet Renjun would feel better nuzzled deep inside you. You imagine him inside of you and its like your body opens up and your able to take the rest.Â
You kick your legs open further, spreading them wider. You don't move for a few seconds, getting used to something being this deep inside of you. You found it hard to pull the toy out, your insatiable core clamping down tight onto it. Your able to find a small, shallow rhythm, barely able to pull it out, your back arching as you fuck yourself. You wriggle as you shove the toy in fartherâsuddenly, seven inches was not enough. Deeper, that is what you wanted. You would need to find something bigger. You grow close but you can't quite take yourself over the edge. You reached down with your free hand and rubbed at your clit. Your essence coats the toy as you topple over and spill all over it. Your bones are tired and you pray that you can wake up on time in the morning. You drag yourself to the bathroom, clean yourself up, and know that when you finally crawl into bed, you will sleep through all of your alarms.
You spend the following few days getting to know your body. You eventually part with your old toy and get a new vibratorâyou choose a wand. Toys are expensive; you had no idea till you went shopping for them. There were a ton of beautiful ones. You ordered a gorgeous pink glass one, for which you were really excited.Â
The sensation of having something tucked away deep inside you had grown on you, but you still craved more. You could never get over the fact that you were fucking a toy, no matter how lifelike it seemed. You were getting off to plastic when you had already had the real thing at your fingertips once. You were ready for more.
Swiping. You swiped all day long, but no one genuinely intriguing drew your attention. You came to the realization that Renjun was a true blessing. Just as you were about to give up, a promising-looking message appeared on your phone.Â
The most gorgeous lips you had ever seen were the first thing you noticed. You knew right away that you needed them all over your body; they looked so soft. Although his profile picture was basic, it did not matter because his face was the main attraction. He had very dear-like features and you noticed the moles that dotted his tan skin. Haechan was definitely someone you wanted to get to know.
âI think theres something wrong with my phoneâ
â???â
âYour numberâs not in itâ
"Cornball, your getting blocked.â
âGive me a chance!â
His face demanded that you at least give him a chance to speak, and you did. After talking to him for a minute longer, he was charming. You noticed his quick wit and that immediately drew you to him. He was different from Renjun. He was cocky but not in an arrogant way. He had confidence and thats exactly what you needed. You needed someone to talk you through it and teach you how they liked it and haechan seemed like the guy. You give him the same speech you gave Renjun, about you being inexperienced and looking for someone to learn from. Someone to study. You tell him what you want to improve on, and he texts back shortly after
âIâll have you riding like a pro in no time, trust meâ
You trusted him.
He was late and you were growing impatient. You were waiting patiently in your living room for a text from haechan. He was supposed to be coming over tonight; normally, you prefer going to them because you really dont like letting strangers know where you live but it turns out he went to the same university as you so that made you feel a tad bit better. You had dressed in something simple but effective: your favorite lace camI and matching silk shorts. You even took the time to prep yourself before he got there. On the bright side, if he didn't show up, you could finally try out the pink glass dildo that came in the mail a few days ago. A knock at the door shakes you from your thoughts.Â
Although you were just complaining, now that he's here, you start to get a bit nervous. This was the first time you would be having penetrative sex with anyone. You shuffle over to the door in your house shoes and look through your peep hole. Messy black hair was peeking out from under a hoodie as the figure in front of your door scrolled through their phone. You tentatively open your door, not taking the chain off until you can clearly see his face. He looks up at the sound of the door opening and sends you a grin.
âI donât biteâ
âThats exactly what someone who bites would sayâ
âThen you would be rightâ
You shut the door and take the chain off the hook before opening it fully again and letting him in.
He eyes you up and down, drinking in your figure. You do the same and under the light of your living room, you see him in all his glory. You send a quick prayer up to the tinder gods for blessing you again. He was dressed in grey sweats with a black hoodie pulled over his head but boy was he handsome. You take a daring step forward and push the hoodie off his head before wrapping your arms around his neck. Long black bangs fall into his eyes and the way he pears down at you through them has your legs feeling weak already.
âYou gonna be mine for tonight?â he asks sultryÂ
âJust for tonight?â he licks his lips at that.
âYour right, gotta teach you how to fuck me.â
âThat could take a while,â you tease.
âUse me for how ever long you need, Iâm all yours,â he saysÂ
You pull him down, claiming his lips with yours. You pull his hoodie up and he pulls it the rest of the way off before his hands are creeping up your sides.
In all the ways Renjun poured over you, slow and thick, engulfing you whole like honey, Haechan was brisk and jagged, pulling you every which way rapidly like a river as he flowed through you.
You tried to use what Renjun taught you but that wasn't going to fly with Haechan. You had to learn to adapt to Haechan. He didn't like it slow; he liked to move at a quick pace. If you pull away, he is on you, chasing your lips for another taste. If you stumble back, he's gripping you tight and pulling you closer. Haechan had almost a desperate kind of love.Â
Youâre finally able to peel off of him and catch your breath and he wastes no time in moving down your body to your neck, kissing and leaving marks for you to find in the morning. His hands slide down your back and grip your ass. He kneads your plush ass before pulling you closer, your front flush to his. He had backed you up into a wall at this point and you suddenly felt him nudge his leg between yours.
"Are you ready for your first lesson?â He says that as he moves one hand back to your hip, he uses his grip to pull you over his thigh. He grinds you down into the muscle and you shudder at the feeling. âJust like that baby, that's it.â
You follow his lead and weakly grind your hips into his thick thighs. You could feel everything between the thin fabric of your silk shorts, the fabric dampening at the front and the cold press of the cloth against your clit makes you shiver.Â
âLike you mean it, come on,â he coos
You pout but grind down harder. You were looking for that praise that Renjun gave you so easily; Haechan was going to make you work for it.Â
âThere we go bear, just like that, thats my girl,â he says, helping you along until you whine for more. You needed more; you loved his thighs but you brought him here to learn how to ride a dick.Â
"Ready for you to bite," you declare, rolling your hips with assurance.Â
He tilts his head with a scoff, tongue in cheek. "Suddenly, you can handle it?â
You reach out and pull him to your lips again to shut him up. He continues to grind you down until a patch of your wetness forms against his thigh, until your hips tire and your legs shake.Â
He can feel your movements grow weaker and he nudges your forehead with his when you drop your head.Â
âNot so tough are we baby? Gotta work on that stamina,â he grins devishly. you send him a fleeting glare. Oh, he was going to work you out. âfix your face; you asked for this, you wanna learn; you better listenâÂ
You want to argue back but all you can do is slump against his thigh and throw your head back against the wall to catch your breath. Haechan pulls away from you and has to catch you before your legs give out from under you. He leads you over to your couch and sits down. legs spread wide, sitting you on his lap. You straddle his waist and your thighs cramp up.
You groan out and move off to spread your legs out over his thighs, sitting on the couch instead. He snickers at you but works the kink out of your thighs.
"Are you ready to listen now?â he asks and you nod shamfully. âIt may look easy but it takes a lot of stamina to ride. You gotta pace yourself, baby.âÂ
You nod and let out a yawn. He had already tired you out and you hadn't even started.Â
âDon't tap out on me yet; come on just a little more and I'll let you rest,â he urges you back on top of him after properly easing out the tension on your thighs. You reluctantly get back on top and relax into his hold. With a mischievous grin, he sits you squarely on top of his bulge.
âIf you can hold out long enough to make me cum, next time I'll let you ride it,â he says, kissing your lips before leaning back against the couch, waiting for your next move. You whine and try to lean forward against his chest. You were tired and if you were going to do this, you needed a clutch but he could see right through you.Â
âNu-uh, sit up; you got this.âÂ
You send him a frown but you start to move your hips none the less. You find a rhythm and pace yourself like he instructed. His hands rest on your hips uselessly, making you do all the work. You brace one hand on his shoulder and the other on his knee as you roll your hips into his. He felt so good pressed up against your center. His eyes were hidden behind his bangs and the sight of him leaning up against the sofa, his head resting confidently on the back of the couch, while a lazy smile played at his lips was making you dizzy. You swivel your hips and his breath picks up. You think he's close with the way he grips your hips loosely now. He's biting his lip, urging you to ride faster and push past the pace you set for yourself. He bounces you in his lap shallowly as he fucks up into you.Â
He has to be so close. He has to be because your thighs are starting to feel that familiar but unfamiliar burn as you lose your momentum again.Â
âDon't stop, fuck,â he groans.Â
He was close; you could see it in the way his back arched off the couch slightly, his breath hitched and his eyebrows pinched, but he didn't finish because you collapsed before he could.
Your breathing is heavy. your heaving chest from exhaustion against his heaving chest from exasperation. You had just unknowingly edged him.Â
âI cant, please,â you cry.
He strokes your back soothingly âYou did great today, baby. We have all the time in the world for you to get it right,â he reassures.
and you feel better because he was right
You didn't expect Haechan to take his job so seriously. He was committed to having you ride like a pro by the end of the month at the latest. He sent you exercises to help you build stamina and strength while on top. You did your own research as well and found some good stretches to try because you did not want to cramp up again. You did plenty of at-home exercises and you were feeling really good about your improvements.Â
You didn't expect the large package that arrived at your door one evening. You surely don't remember ordering anything and when you pull it inside and open the box, your pleasantly surprised. Inside the box sat a teddy bear. The box could barely contain the bear and when you struggled to pull it out, you understood why. The bear was at least 5 feet tall when you laid it out. Deep inside the bottom of the box lies a single card.
For practice <3
       âsunny boy
You roll your eyes and dial âsunny boy.â Â The phone rings and then a voice answers. âDid you get your present?â
âYou cant be serious; this thing must have cost a fortune! I appreciate the enthusiasm but you really dont have to do thisâ
âFriends help friendsâ
âDo you not get pussy or something?âÂ
âWierd way of saying thanks but your welcome. Besides, I promised you Iâd have you riding in no time,â he says over the line, âFaceTime me; I need to judge your progressâ
âSure you do, pervertâ
You send over the FaceTime request and soon youâre looking at the top half of Haechan's face in what you assume to be his bedroom? Aside from his forhead being lit by his phone's light, it was too dark for you to see anything.
âLet me see your pretty face,â you coo
He whines and shifts the camera down more. He was so pretty and you would never get tired of looking at his face. You wish he would stop hiding from you.Â
âEnough talking, let's see what you gotâ Straight forward as always. Oh, how you adore him.
"Ok, hold upâ You put him in your pocket as you haul the giant teddy to your room and drag it up into your bed. You spend the next few minutes setting up your phone and getting the right angle. You were wearing boy shorts and a tank top, which was nearly identical to what you had on when you first met him.Â
You suddenly feel shy under the gaze of the camera. You had the front camera facing you so you could still see haechans face and you mounted the teddy and you imagined it was him there under you. You hold his gaze through the lens as you grind down into the toy firmly. You roll your hips sharply and suck in a breath. He watches you intently; you see him rustling about on the screen; you could only imagine what he was doing.
You never thought you could be the dominant type, but when you rode, something clicked, and you loved it. You loved being in control. It felt good to be in charge every once in a while. It was all about you when you were riding.
Your hands travel up the teddy until they wrap around the bear's neck. You held it down in place as you rode it, taking it slow, saving your energy like he taught you. There was no rush when you rode; you controlled the pace. You could hear Haechans muffled moans through the phone and it made your ride a little rougher. Your eyes glaze over as you picture your hands around his pretty neck. You wonder if he would make those pretty noises for you or if he would hide them. Your hips don't stop for a second and you whine at the lack of heat against your skin. Nothing was more satisfying than feeling Haechan's warm body against yours and inhaling his scent. The thought alone had you sticking to your shorts.Â
âShow me what your doing,â You dont know what overcame you; you could barely recognize the person who spoke those words, even though they came out of your mouth.
A delicious moan tumbles from his lips as he angles his camera down to show his hand working furiously over himself. He angles it so far down that his face is no longer visible, and you instantly miss the sight of his plump lips trapped between his teeth. âLet me see you, baby. All of youâ
He tilts the camera back up and the dazed look he sends you has you clenching around nothing. The way his hips thrust into his palm pathetically has you curling over the stuffed animal as you fuck into it repeatedly. Haechan's head falls back as his mouth hangs open in heavy breaths. He finishes over himself with a shudder. You watch him, sitting up a little straighter and slowing down your hips as you catch your breath.
âHow was that?â you ask with a smirk
â5 starsâ
You were in a good mood, and nothing could stop the excited skip in your step as you walked. Even your friends took notice of your happy demeanor; they didnât know what had gotten into you but they hoped it was dick. Well, Lele knew and honestly, you were surprised he hadn't gone mouthing off to the others.Â
You are out running errands with Yuna when you get a call from him. You pick up the call in the middle of the grocery store, following behind Yuna and her buggy.Â
âAre you ready to hear the best news of your life?â he starts when you answer
You put him on speaker, nudging Yuna to pay attention. She raises a brow, asking who it is without saying a word. "Lele,â you mouth.
âI'm scared,â you finally reply to him. You were in the pet supplies aisle and luckily no one was around. You never knew what could come out of this man's mouth.
âI got you a date with that cute cashier; turns out he's Jisungâs cousin!âÂ
Yuna sends you a shocked look. She grabs the phone from you excitedly âare you talking about the guy who checked us out last week at that thrift store?â she gushes
You and a couple of your friends went thrifting last week, and when it came time to pay, the cutest guy was there to cash you out. You remember looking at his name tag and remembering his name was Mark. Your friends swore he was checking you out, but you ignored them all. The poor guy was probably just trying to do his job, so you left without asking for his phone number.
âYuna? Are you guys out right now? No invite, wow,â you hear him pouting on the other line
âYou want to help Yuna put up twenty bags of groceries? Be my guest,â you complain.Â
Yuna hated going shopping alone, and choosing who to drag out shopping with her next was like playing Russian roulette.Â
âDont change the subject!â
âWhat? but you didââ
âI gave mark your number and he said he was going to text you so be on the look out!â
You want to be happy. Mark was really cute and he looked so sweet but you still had a hard time connecting with people like that. Before you could answer, Yuna beat you too it.
âDont worry, I'll be on the look outâ
Chenle says something about being late and that he would call later for updates before ending the call. Just when you were giving him props, you should have known he was up to something.
"So, mark huh?â Yuna coos
âI dont know, Yuna, its been awhile since Ive been on a date; iâm really not looking for a relationship right now,â you groan. Your head was spinning with the news. You had a thousand things going through your mind. More stress was not what you needed. You definitely didn't have any time for anyone right now with your studies (not the academic kind) going on.
âOh please, this iexactlyly what you need! Who said anything about a relationship? Why not just have some fun?â
Funny, it was like those words that started all of this.
You and Mark have been texting on and off for a few days now. He was one of the most down-to-earth people you had ever met, and you had even visited him at work, feigning looking for some scrap fabric for a project for class. You guys had gone on that date that he promised and ever since then, you have grown close with Mark. You wanted to grow closer to him so close that his body was on top of yours.Â
You weren't ready yet, though; you still had a few things you wanted to learn. You did end up going on a few more dates with him and one night after a few drinks, things got a little handsy. Nothing explicit happened and ultimately you told him you weren't looking for anything serious at the time. He took it surprisingly well and you two have been chill since. He has broached the topic of friends with benefits with you and you had told him you would be down but you haven't brought it up since. You need more time. When you finally have Mark, you want to give him everything and more. You need everything to be perfect.
You would not mess this up, not again.
Haechan was coming over and you were excited that you could finally take him for a test run. You would think you were training for a marathon rather than sex the way he was training you. Unlike last time, he got there perfectly on time. You had made sure to stretch before hand and when he walked through your door, you could barely get a âhiâ in before he was picking you up and wrapping your legs around him.
âI've been waiting for you,â he mumbles, his lips pressed against yours. He kicks your door closed and pins you up against it.Â
âLet me make it worth your while then,â you call back and wrap your arms around his neck, tangling your fingers in his hair.Â
Haechan's kisses make you feel like you were drowning; he stole your breath like water replaces air in your lungs. It was like how waves rocked you peacefully in their embrace until you realized you needed to come up for air. You never wanted to come up for air.
Soon you were on your back, spread out in your bed with him on top of you. His hands were everywhere and he finally took pity on you and pulled away, letting fresh air fill your burning lungs. His kisses move to your neck as skilled hands undress you. You were getting lost in his touch and when you felt your mind slip into that place you sometimes went, that submissive headspace, you knew you had to snap out of it. Tonight was supposed to be your rodeo, not his. You were almost completely naked, save for your panties and he was still fully clothed. You raise yourself onto your elbows, watching him as he kisses you down your body. He kisses your navel before peeking up at you. You grab hold of his hair, pulling him back up to reconnect your lips. You use your lips to distract him before you push him down and flip your positions.Â
You straddle his waist and brace yourself on his chest. You smile in victory but all Haechan does is adjust the pillow behind his head before resting his hands beneath it. That stubborn smirkâlet's see how long it takes you to whip that grin off his face.
âIm ready when you are sweetheartâÂ
The first roll off your hips speaks for itself. Slow and firm. You wanted to make him feel it. You can feel him pressing heavily through the fabric of his sweats and you can feel yourself clenching at the thought of him filling you up later. You grind your clothed pussy against him, gripping his shirt in your fist as you work your hips over top of him. The smirk falters a bit as he huffs out a breathy sigh. He's good at taking what you give him; he just lies there and lets you use him, just like you used the stuffed animal he gave you.Â
âHow am I doing so far?â
âSo good,â he says off-handedly, more focused on the way your hips move. You smiled; it was time to give him more.
You slid off of him and he groans at the loss of heat. You help him out of his clothes and he lies before you naked. Your eyes examine his body and you moan at the sight of him. His dick was almost as pretty as his face. You had enough waiting; you wanted him inside. You mount his hips again and line him up with your entrance, coating the tip in your slick.Â
âKeep your hands right there; I don't need your help.â You instruct him to keep his hands gripped in the sheets. You wanted to show him you could ride it all by yourself.Â
âFuck me,â he moans impatiently, his hips pushing up slightly, trying to slip through your folds.
"Are you sure there are no other tips you want to give me?â you tease
âI'm trying to give you mine if you would sit down,â he groans.
You grab the base of his length and sink down on top of him. You were so wet, he slipped in easily. You were flush against himâhips against hips. You had to take a few moments to collect your thoughts. He felt so good inside of you. You had never felt so full before; no toy could ever match the feeling of having Haechan stuffed inside of you. You were going to use him until he broke. You steady yourself over his chest again and lift your hips slowly, savoring the drag of him against your walls. You look into his eyes and his brows furrow at the feeling. You drop back down on him harshly. Your thighs tingled in the pleasure but they didn't burn; the exercises had paid off. You set a brutal pace on top of him as you use him. You had practically forgotten he was even there for a second until his loud moans filled the room. You had grabbed a hold of his cheeks, pushing his face into the pillow. You felt an upkick at your hips and you looked down to see his hips thrusting up into yours. You caught his rhythm and matched his pace, giving him everything he gave you in return. You let up on him and gave him space to breathe. His hands are at your waist the next moment and he's gripping tight, helping you fuck onto him.Â
âDon't stop, please. Let me do this; I need it,â he begs before his feet are planted on the bed and he's using all his force to pound into you from below. Your mouth drops open and you have to brace yourself on his chest again so you don't fall off. Your hands slip up a little farther and they encompass his neck beautifully. He lay under you, moans tumbling out of his mouth, his hair messy on his forehead, his tan skin damp with sweat and when your hands grip his neck, you think the image it creates against him should be a painting.Â
Your eyes daze and your mind slips but this time you don't go to that place that makes you want to give everything up to your last breath. This place is different. This place makes you feel bold and makes you want to take and take until Haechan trembles. This place makes you feel powerful.Â
âFu-fuck baby, please,â he gasps, his eyes rolling to the back of his head breathlessly âGive it to me; fucking use me. Hurt me,â he whimpers the last part. You completely snapped. You don't know who you are; you don't know what this headspace is but it craves the tears that fall down Haechan's face pathetically.Â
âHold still,â you say, pushing at his knees and motioning for him to lay back down flat. You wanted complete control. Your grip tightens and your hips roll sharply over his. So deep, everything feels so much; you feel everything at once and youâre certain your soaking Haechanâs lap. Only now do your thighs burn but now the ache adds to the pleasure. Your so focused on your own pleasure that your grip loosens and as the air rushes back into Haechan's lungs, he feels a high like no other and his orgasm crashes into him. His thighs shake and he orgasms deep inside of you. After a few more harsh flicks of your hips, you cum hard, sending a shiver down your spine.Â
You had previously discussed it because he would be the first person you would have inside of you. You had already been on birth control for some time and you had both been checked. You wanted to stay protected. Your not sure if he took your virginity or if you took his with how dazed he looked under you. Â
"Look who couldn't handle itâ you brag smugly.
âOf course, your amazing. I taught you.â
âSo you like being used? You smile, lying down next to him to catch your breath âinterstingâ
âDon't push your luck; I'll still fuck you better. Make you forget your name.â you core clenches at the thought and you remind yourself to take him up on that eventually
You pack your things, signaling the end of your English lecture. You exit the class with a yawn, having almost fallen asleep during the last half of the class. your walking across campus when you hear a voice call your name. You see Mark a few yards behind you. It turns out Mark also attended your college but only part time so you rarely saw him on campus. You return his smile and you are about to walk over to him when you see another figure moving towards you.Â
Renjun? you hadnt seen him in awhile; you had been keeping it casual with him. He goes here too?? Just when you think it can't get any worse, Haechan rounds a corner and spots you too. You had ghosted him after the last time you two hooked up. you did not want to confront him right now.Â
There is absolutely no way you just ran into all your hoes at the same time.Â
You turn around and flee the scene before anyone can approach you further. Youâre speed-walking in the opposite direction now when you run into Chenle and Yuna. âAsk questions later for now, run!â you say, pulling them along.
You don't stop dragging them until you make it to your car. Safe and sound inside, you lock the door and catch your breath. âWhat the hell was that about you? You looked like you saw a ghostâ Chenle tries to calm his breathing, adjusting his signiture shades back into place.
âWas it Mark? I thought I saw him over there. Did something happen between you two?â Yuna asks, letting the passenger seat fall back to lay down and settle her own breaths.
You wish there was something going on between you and Mark, but nothing has happened since the last time you saw him.
âNo, not mark, it was something elseâŠor someones elseâÂ
âsomeones?â she questions
You hated keeping things from your friends; you hadn't meant to keep it from them for this long but you had gotten so caught up in everything that you barely had the time to catch them up to speed. You explain everything. From Renjun to Haechan and to the new guy you recently found, Jaemin. You had moved study subjects already and you felt a little bad for ghosting Haechan like you did after all the effort he put into teaching you but with Mark as your end goal, you were really impatient to get to him.
The car is silent for a few moments, mainly from Yunaâs shock, before she finally decides to speak up. âHow in the world did you go from being scared of the thought of dick to getting more dick than me?âÂ
âThat's what your worried about!âÂ
âIf you donât want them, give them to meâ
âYUNA!â
âJoking! Iâm jokingâ
You feel a weight lifted from your shoulders now that you were able to tell Yuna how your life has really been going and what youâve really been doing. Honeslty, you were getting really sick of replying with ânothingâ anytime anyone would ask.
âWait, why aren't you surprisedâ Yuna asks Chenle suspiciously.
oh myâ
âYou did not tell him before me!â Yuna narrows her eyes at you.
âShe definitely did,â Chenle smiles.Â
âYou traitor!âÂ
âYou know how he is! He practically threatened my family,â you say in defense.
You had no tint on your windows so to any onlookers, it probably looked like you guys were having a really heated argument. Everyone was talking at once and fingers were being pointed. The three of you continue to bicker until you hear a knock at your window and the car goes silent as everyone turns to look out the window.
Mark is standing outside your car nervously. âIs everything okay?â His muffled voice barely carries into the car. You roll your window down with a forced smile. This was perfect.
âHow can I help you, officer?â You joke.
âIâm sorry, you just ran off earlier and I just wanted to, like, make sure you were ok.â he says, scratching at his face nervously.
âWeâll let you two talk,â Yuna says with a fake smile. Her and Chenle exit the car but not before she sends you a glare that says this isn't over.
After they left, you offered Mark a seat in your car. âIm sorry, I didn't like... interrupt. Did I?â he says awkwardly.
âOh no, your fine. Iâm sorry for earlier; I just realized I had forgotten something in my car. I needed it for my next classâ You lie.
âOkay, thats good to hear. I thought you were like avoiding me for a second,â he laughs. âYour really cool and I donât want what I said about being friends with benefits to ruin our relationship. We dont have to do anything if it makes you uncomfortable âÂ
âThat's not it at all! I really like you, mark I've just been a little...busy lately. I like the idea of being friends with benefits. Just give me some more time. I canât really explain now,â you say.Â
Out of all the conversations you wanted to avoid, this was definitely the one you wanted to avoid the most. You had no idea how to navigate this conversation. You wanted Mark so badly that it was driving you crazy but you just needed time. You were so close to the finish line that you couldnât give up now.
âThatâs cool, I get it.â He gives you a nod of understanding and he gets ready to leave, moving to open the door with a quick bye, probably needing to get to his next class. You wanted to leave him with something. You had to do something to hold you both over so you didnât stop the next words that came out of your mouth.
âBefore you go, can I have a kiss?â you ask sweetly. Mark just smiles at you and shakes his head fondly before leaning in and sealing your lips with his.Â
THE HANDJOB
It was probably a little too late in the game for you to be trying this but somehow your quick pecks turned into heavy petting. Now you had Markâs dick in your hands. Mark was kissing hotly into your nouth as you stroked him slowly. You twist your hand at the base of his cock, focusing most of your attention there. After a few moments, you feel Markâs hips shift and buck into your grasp. His hand joins yours and guides your hand higher.
âDon't tease. Please, I need you,â he breathes into your mouth.
When you sucked dick, your hand typically pumped the base. You would concentrate your attention on the areas that your mouth couldnât reach. Without your mouth focused on the tip, you would have to make up for the lack of contact. You appreciate the information; every moment is a learning opportunity for you. Even now, you were able to gather data for your research. Â
You follow his lead and stroke the length of his length, twisting your wrist when you get to his tip. Mark's head falls back and rests against the headrest of the car. You pray no one's eyes wander to your small sedan because, from the faces Mark was pulling, they would no doubt know what was going on.Â
Mark's face scrunches up in pleasure and after a few more firm strokes over his cock, he cums. His seed pours messily over your fist. By the end of it, your arm was a little tired but it was definitely worth it.
He gives you a shy smile and apologizes. You reach over with your clean hand and get some napkins from your glove compartment. You assure him one last time that you definitely want to be more than just friends with him and that you will let him know when youâre ready. He left the car with a smile and your glad to have taken care of that because you were late to go meet Jaemin. There was still more you wanted to learn. There were more things you needed to experiment with.
SIZEÂ
You had actually met Jaemin at a cafe. He sat at the table in front of you, glasses pushed up on his nose as he typed away at his computer. His white hair made him stand out and gave him a soft, rabbit-like appearance but there was something about his face that made him look devastly charming and boyish but you couldn't quite put your finger on it. He quickly stops typing and you notice that he is staring back at you. He sends you a smile and you return it awkwardly.Â
Fumbling the bagâI repeat, you are FUMBLING the bag.
You try your best to avoid his gaze again until you finish your own classwork and collect your things. Your leaving the cafe when you notice him in your peripheral vision, trying to get your attention. You thought he was going to tell you off for staring like some creep but he handed you his number instead. Fast forward; now you have a dick appointment.
After some talking and explaining, you give him your usual spiel. You were supposed to meet up with him today right after class but a few setbacks made you late. You finally arrive at the location he had specified, and you are immediately perplexed.
This was Renjun's apartment.
You walk up the familiar steps and hesitantly knock on the door. Your so used to Renjun opening the door that when Jaemin opens it, your slightly taken aback. What the hell was going on?
âHey, come on in,â he says as you stand there stiff as a board. You shake yourself out of it and step through the door.Â
âI'm sorry I was late. Something came up,â you apologize.
âIts fine, my roomates are going to be out for the night so we have the house to ourselves for awhile,â he smiles at you. Just looking at that dazzling smile makes you forget about your internal dilemma.
You would worry about that later; tonight it was just you and this handsome stranger you met.
He leads you to his bedroom and you can't help but notice his room is directly across from Renjuns. You would definitely need a list of his roommates because you refused to find yourself in this situation again. The thought slips from your mind as Jaemin pulls you into his room and shuts the door.Â
âAre you okay, angel? You look a little shaken up?â he asks attentively.
"No, its ok, im just stressed about classes. Iâm hoping you could help me relax?â you lie smoothly.
He gives you a sly smile and you hold your breath as he leans down to whisper in your ear. âYou wont be able to think straight when Iâm done with youâ
You suck in a breath and your body completely opens up to him as his hands tentatively trail up your waist. He strokes your sides teasingly as he kisses the sides of your mouth before trailing his lips down your neck. His touch was light and soft, like you were a porcelain doll. You try to reach up and hold on to him but he just pulls away slightly and shakes his head.
"Nu-uh, baby hands to yourself until I say otherwise,â he corrects you.
You pout and open your mouth to protest but he grabs your face and holds you in his grasp. âBig girls donât talk back. Fix your face,â he commands
You swallow nervously and nod your head. He kisses your lips once âThats my girlâ
He took his time mapping out your body with his hands. He was in no rush at all and you had to bite your tongue to hold back your whines. His hands gripped your ass, squeezed your hips, traced your spine and palmed your chest. He examined you with the same curiosity that a child does with a new toy or a scientist does with a new test subject. The tables had been turned. You weren't the one with the magnifying glass now; he was.Â
He helped you out of your clothes and you stood in front of him in only your underwear. He turns you away from him before pulling you back against him, your back to his chest. He hooks his chin over your shoulder and you can feel him bulging against his sweatpants. He was huge and the smirk you felt against your neck told you he knew how to use it. A shiver runs down your spine at the thought and when his hands return to your skin, you let out a moan. His hands spread out over your stomach; they were cold to the touch. You arch against him, pushing your hips backwards into his. He sucks in a breath and grips your hips. He holds them firmly before he pushes his clothed length into your ass, grinding against you from behind with a groan. You feel your panties soak up the feeling. You weren't sure if you could take something that big but you would sure put up a fight trying.
One hand travels down over your panties stroking you through the fabric. He coos at you as he feels how wet you are. He pats against the seat of your panites and sure enough, youâre wet enough that your panties make a soft, wet noise upon contact.Â
âIs that for me, angel? "Are gonna drip down my cock when I split you open?â he asks with a lazy smile. The things that came out of his mouth never matched the look on his face. He would say the most toe-curling thing so casually with a smile that you would think he was telling you about the weather. Your chest is heaving at this point. You had never played like this before. Was this what he meant when he said he was a dom?Â
âAnswer me when I'm talking to you, baby. You wanna be my good girl, right?â You whine and nod pathetically. You would do anything for his praise. âThen speak upâÂ
âIts all yours,â you say breathlessly, hoping that's what he wanted to hear.Â
He dips his hand past the waistband of your panties and circles your clit while his other hand holds firmly onto your hips. You throw your head back against his shoulder. He strokes over your slit teasingly before slipping two fingers inside, one after another. Your hips immediately buck up against his palm, or at least they try to but he has you pinned effectively against his hips.
âDont fucking move; dont fucking make a sound. Just take it,â he rummbles in your ear âTake itâ
His knuckles-deep and all you can do is bend yourself forward, trying to escape his grasp but he follows and fucks into you faster. You cry out, your thighs shaking as he curls an arm under your shoulder, using his leverage to pull you back against his firm chest. âCome on baby, if you canât handle this, you wonât be able to take me,â he says sweetly.Â
He hooked his fingers cruelly and you collapsed against him, orgasm whracking through your body. He held your trembling form up like it was nothing. He picks you up and throws you on the bed. You were still in shock as you lay there, catching your breath, your legs still shivering. He held your eye contact form where he stood at the foot of the bed and grabbed the back of his shirt before pulling it over his head swiftly. As he stood in front of you, you saw him for what he really was: he was no rabbit, he was a demon, and you were a fool. He didn't treat you like a porcelain doll; that was just the calm before the storm.
He puts one knee on the bed, starting off towards you and you subconsciously scoot backwards. He sends you that devilish smile and grabs your ankle, pulling you back down the bed until your thighs bracket his hips.Â
âWhere you running to, angel?â he says
You try to close your legs around him; the press of his hips against yours is already to much.
âOpen your legs,â he says patiently. You shake your head defiantly, even though the command makes you even wetter.
He runs a hand through his hair and breathes an exhausted sigh. He pries your legs open, pinning them down as he leans forward over you. He uses a hand to grip your face and pushes his hips deep into yours, pinning them down from squirming. âI donât like playing with brats so your either going to listen the first time I tell you to do something or Iâm going to have to break you in,â he warns.
Your heart was beating out of your chest at his words. This was definitely not the same guy with the nerdy glasses you met in a cafe.
You nod your head in understanding.Â
âUse your big girl words,â he says with a peck of your lips.
âYes sir,â you say. A pleased smile dances on his lips.
âYou learn fast,â he praises. That you do.
He captures your lips in the first real kiss of the night and you moan into his mouth as his tongue snakes its way past your lips. You roll your hips up into his and he allows it as he shoves his tongue down your throat. The kiss was messy and lazy. You pull back to plead, âPlease, I need to touch you. Please let me touch youâÂ
He waits a moment, like hes thinking about it but he nods and pulls you back into another heated kiss. Being with Jaemin was extremely intimate; he worshiped your body as if it were his only purpose in life. His kisses were dangerous and claiming. He marked your body like you belonged to him and tonight you did.
You rake your hands down his spine, nails digging into his skin as your back arches against him. It was too much yet not enough at the same time. âI need you,â you beg.
âAre you sure?â
âIâve been good for you.â
âThats right, baby, you have been really good,â he nuzzles at your neck affectialanty âbut I need you to be sureâ
âIm positive, I want youâ
Jaemin kisses you assuringly and pulls down the sweatpants that still clung to his hips. He must not have been wearing any underwear because the heavy sound of his length slapping against his abdomen fills the room.Â
Your eyes trail down his body until they reach the sight in between his legs. You take in the leaking tip of his pretty pink cock and the veins that adorn the sides. That thing was supposed to fit inside you. Never in a million years would you have imagined that death by dick could be an option in your life.
âDon't worry baby, weâll make it fit,â he says. He grips the base of his cock and strokes it a few times before lining it up over the top of your belly. It nudged over your navel tauntingly. "I'm going to fill you up until I get here." he says, tapping the length of his cock on your stomach.
No amount of study could have prepared you for this. You came up completely blank on the idea of how this would even possibly fit. He notices the nervous look on your face and kisses your forehead. âRelax, I got you.âÂ
The tension in your shoulders relaxes a little at the comment. Jaemin seemed like he knew what he was doing. You trusted him enough.Â
He gives you a moment to collect your thoughts as he pulls away from you, going to retrieve a condom from his bedside table. You take the moment to steady your beating heart and prepare yourself. When he comes back to you, he has a bottle of lube and a condom already wrapped around his cock.Â
âAre you ready?â he asks finally
"Yes,â you breath nervously.
He uncaps the lube and takes your hand, pouring some in your palm and then some over his length. He guides your hand to his length and you stroke the cold substance over him. You coat him in the lube and your grateful for the quick lesson you had with Mark earlier. You know just how to twist your wrist to get a reaction out of him. He groans softly and lets you have your fun before he pulls your hand away. He lines his cockhead up to your entrance and traces through your folds, nudging at your clit in the process. You moan impatiently. He sends you a frigid look through the fringe of his white bangs, instantly putting you in your place.
You pout but wait patiently as he eases his tip through your folds. Ok, this was fine. This was good. He fucks you with his tip pulling out before pushing his way back in. He fists his cock, coating it in the slick that drips from your cunt. You relax under his ministrations, completely letting him take the lead as he works you up with just the head of his dick. You can tell he must be holding back and you appreciate it.
He continues like this for a while before slyly slipping more and more inside of you each time. Youâre at the two-thirds mark before you notice the stretch. You face pinching up in pain and your hands immediately find purchase on his hips, a plea for mercy. Jaemin stills inside of you and takes your hands into his own. His touch was delicate and he brought your hands to his lips. He kisses your fingertips before he kisses your palm. He was giving you whiplash with how gentle yet rough he could be sometimes. He kisses down your arm and up your shoulder. He presses kisses into your neck and over your lips. When he finally pulls away,looking down at you with a smile, you realize that somewhere between his barrage of kisses, he slipped the rest of the way inside.Â
âLook at you, wasnât that easyâ
You just stare back up at him in shock. That was not as bad as you thought it would be; you could still feel a slight lingering discomfort from the stretch but that was soon melting away.Â
He kisses the confused wrinkle in your brow âjust relax baby. Now that the hard part is over, leave the rest up to meâ
He pulls his hips back and works them forward experimentally. You shift at the stretch but you handle it well. He massages your thighs as he thrusts into you at a lazy pace, taking it easy and giving you enough time to fully accommodate his length. He hit so deeply inside that you could hardly catch a breath. Your body was hyperaware of every drag against your core and every nuge against your cervix and it craved more. You wrap your legs tight around his waist as you urge him to give you more.
Jaemin ignores your pleas and continues the rythme that he has created so far. You roll your hips, impatiently clawing down his chest in retaliation.Â
âI'm trying to stay nice angel. Take what I give youâ What he was giving you wasnt enough and if he thought you were dumb enough to not notice him holding himself back, he was wrong.Â
âDonât fuck me like thatâ
âCareful angelâ
âI can handle itâ
"Behave,â he says, gripping your face. He pulls out until only his tip remains and thrusts back in harshly. You scream in pleasure at the snap of his hips. That was what you were looking for; you needed to be broken in. If you wanted to get what you wanted, you needed to disobey.
âFuck you,â you spit
âWatch your mouth,â one final warning.
âFuck.You,â you say slowly, making sure he hears every syllable.
Something takes over him. You can see it through the dark gaze in his eyes. Rough hands pull you halfway off the bed, suspended hips held tight in his grasp as he pounds into you. You canât even scream; your voice is caught in your throat as he uses the grip he has on your hips to slam you onto his cock. Each brutal thrust of his hips sounds off with a harsh clap of skin. Your back arches dangerously off the bed and you almost slip the rest of the way off if it weren't for one of his hands pushing down on your sternum, pinning you to the bed.Â
âIs this what you want? You wanted it so fucking bad.â
He pulls out and your body compulses at the lack of contact. Your being manhandled off the bed, legs almost giving out from under you but Jaemin swiftly turns you, bending you over before pushing you flat on your stomach. He kicks your legs open further, opening you up for him before he finds your entrance again. You are grateful for this position because when the tears fall from your eyes and your saliva soaks his sheets, you dont have to worry about him seeing how pathetic you look. You hide your face in the sheets, crying out in pleasure. Your body cant keep up and overstimulation kicks in. Youâre vibrating, literally, as you tremble in your spot under him.
His body leans over your back and you feel the heat of his body press into you as he continues to pound you into the mattress. His hand slips under you and circles your clit gently, knowing its already too much for you and just wanting to add a little extra to take you over the edge. You can't help the scream that bubbles out of your throat as you cum hard. Everything is black for a little bit and when you finally come to, all you can feel is your own wetness and release sticking to your thighs. Your empty and when you turn to look over your shoulder, Jaemin is stroking over your ass and soon that too is covered in cum.
You could hardly hold your head up anymore as it fell back down limply on the bed. You feel a rag clean you up but you refuse to open your eyes. You hear the sounds of a bath being run, and the next thing you know, your sitting in Jaemin's lap in the tub as he cleans the two of you. Your head laying lazily on his shoulder as he soaped you up and wiped you down. You know he lays you down in his sheets and when your head hits the pillow, you fall asleep.Â
When you wake up, the sun shines in your eyes as you roll on your side groggily. Your body was sore all over and you felt like you had died and come back to life. Maybe you should have stretched before testing Jaemin's patience. Speaking of which, you notice the oversized shirt adorning your body as you shift to get out of bed. You look around and notice your clothes have been neatly folded on his dresser. You stand and it takes every fiber in your body not to wince every time you take a step. You can still feel his phantom touch as the events of the night before replay in your mind. It was so worth it. You finally make it over to your clothes and notice the note sitting on top of them.
Had to leave for class. Grab breakfast on the way out ;)
One word kept replaying in your head. out. Somehow, you had to navigate your way out of this godforsaken wolves den without running into Renjun or any of his other roomates. You hoped and hoped that they didnât make it back yet or that they had some class to go to, but when you hold your breath and press your ear up against the door, you can hear a few muffled voices. You could make out the voices of two people; one was Renjun for sure and the other was familiar but you couldnât put your finger on it.Â
You were so fucked
You contemplate scaling the window but after looking at the 3-story drop, you decide against it. You try to wait it out, gambling on them just going back to their rooms but it sounds like they started up a videogame in the living room. Your pacing Jaeminâs room, completely forgetting about the ache between your legs. Your about to finally pull Jaeminâs shirt from over your head and put your own clothes back on when you have an idea. You pull open his closet and snag one of his hoodies off of a hanger. You find a pair of matching sweats in one of his drawers and tug those on as well. They didn't fit your frame well but that worked in your favor, with the baggy fabric helping to hide your shape. You pull up the hood and grab your things. If you move fast enough, they shouldn't be able to recognize you; they would no doubt see you, but at least they would just lump you in with any other random girl Jaemin brought home.
1âŠ2âŠ3
You pull open the door and peek your head out into the hall. The coast was clear; you held on tight to the sweatpants slowly falling off your hips and booked it to the front door. You pass the kitchen on your way out and your stomach almost growls at the food Jaemin had left out for you. You have half the mind to swoop in and snatch it but you keep trucking. You pass the living room in a heart beat. You quickly unlock the door, letting yourself out. The last thing you heard before the door closed behind you was, âWhat the fuck was that? Did you just see that?â
STAMINA
Maybe this was your karma. You had evaded Mark for another week and Chenle wouldnât let you hear the end of how much Mark had looked like a âkicked puppy.â. You liked Mark, and you really did want to get closer to him in more ways than one, but that was why you had to do this. The last guy you really liked up and left you because you didnât know how to suck dick... and threw up on him, but thats besides the point. The point is that you didn't want to lose Mark; you were scared to lose Mark, even over something as trivial as this. So you went back on the hunt.
The tinder gods were not looking down on you anymore because every match that came back just didn't make the cut. There were so many weirdos on the app that you were surprised you even got as far as you did. You would have to do the search by foot.
You would scout the courtyards and hallways in between classes, hoping to find your next target, but it was difficult to find what you were looking for. You were searching for stamina, not something that could be seen with the naked eye. Haechan's training helped you a lot, but you were looking for the kind of stamina that would carry you through multiple rounds. You needed someone to practice cum control with.Â
It was hot outside, and you were exhausted. You were almost late for your last class when someone ran into you. "Sorry, excuse me," the girl replied before scurrying away again.Â
"Wait!â you call out to her. She had dropped somethingâa keychainâfrom her gym bag. âYou dropped this,â you say. She turns around and jogs back over.Â
She quickly thanks you for the keychain and says, "Sorry, Iâm in a hurry. I didnât mean to bump into you. Iâm late for track." She then jogs over to the track and field facility. Your about to brush off the interaction when an idea suddenly comes to your head.
Who has more stamina than a long-distance track star?
You find a seat in the stands and observe the combined practices of the men's and women's track teams. You watched as they stretched and did warm ups and you finally found him. In his track suit, he was tall and slender. Although his waist was delicate, it only accentuated his broad shoulders and well-defined biceps. His short, dark hair was cropped close and clung to his forehead from perspiration.
"Jeno, Youâre up on the 200-yard dash," yells one of the coaches. and all of a sudden, your mystery man is making his way to the starting blocks. So his name was Jeno.Â
You head down the stands, happy with your findings, when you hear someone talking about a party that will take place after today's track meet. You didn't know how but you would find a way to that party. Luckily for you, you knew someone who happened to know just about everyone.
âPlease Jisung, I need to get into that party!â you beg your friend.
âThen go by yourself,â your friend huffs in annoyance.
You have been friends with Jisung for awhile now. Jisung just had the type of personality that allowed him to fit into any friend group. Everyone adored him. You had to be a nobody if you didn't know Park Jisung. Even though his reputation precedes him, he's actually really laid-back and easy to talk to.
âI donât know anyone there!â you whine from your seat perched up on his desk in his dorm room.Â
âThen why do you even want to goâ Chenle interjects from his spot on his bed as he scrolls through his phone, playing videos out loud obnoxiously like an old man.Â
âIts for science,â you state.
âFunny, because thats what im trying to study for,â jisung says sarcastically, âI need to finish my assignments. I dont have time to go outâÂ
A beat of silence passes while you contemplate your next bargaining chip. âI'll do it for youâ
Jisungs head snaps up from his textbook âUh?â
âCome on, Iâm like a genius. Iâll finish it for you if you come with me tonight,â you bargain
âThis science you speak of doesn't have anything to do with your little outings, does itâ Chenle says. He didn't have to specify which outings for you to get it.
âWhat outings?â Jisung peeks over at his roommate.
âDeal or no deal?â You hurry and try to change the subject; you didn't need poor Jisung to find out you were fucking around to eventually fuck his cousin. Everything leading up to that would probably just end up confusing him.
Pushing back from his desk and letting you take over, he said, "Knock yourself out." You knew those years of drowning your self in your studies to get over heart break would not be in vain
You arrive at a house a little ways off campus. The party was already raging and you were a little upset that you didnât come to get absolutely wasted. Jisung parked his car on an off-street and walked beside you as you approached the house.Â
âI might disappear for a little bit tonight but donât leave without me,â you advise him.Â
He bemoans, "Make sure you keep your ringer on; you never answer." He hated it when people split up from him at parties, but he was prepared. Chenle told him that you were trying to meet someone tonight.
Once inside, you waste no time in finding the kitchen. You weren't planning on getting wasted, but you at least needed a little liquid courage if you were going to talk to the Greek god you saw earlier. You and Jisung knock a few shots back until you start to feel the buzz. You stick to his side as he introduces you to a few of his friends, and you engage in small talk until you finally see Jeno walk through the front door.
Jeno had finally shown up and he looked even more delectable outside of his track uniform. He was wearing an open flannel over a dark shirt, adorned with a silver necklace. He wore some light-washed jeans that had a few rips and holes in them. He was like he jumped straight out of a boyfriend pin board. You felt a little creepy watching him over the rim of your red solo cup. You finish off your drink and part ways with your small group. Hes walking into the kitchen and you follow behind him.Â
âHey, your Jeno, right?â you call out to him. He looks up from the drink he's pouring and sends you a friendly smile. You donât miss the way his eyes look you up and down.
âWhats up?â he replies, taking a swig from the mixture he poured.
âI watched your track practice today; did you run the 200? Your really good,â you say honestly
âThank you; do you run too?â he asks, keeping the conversation flowing.
Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe it was your impatience but you canât find it in you to care about easing your way into the question. âI donât actually, but iâm actually doing a study on endurance and stamina I was hoping you could help me with thatâÂ
âOh yea? What class is the project for?â
âNo class, just my own personal studiesâ
âOn endurance and stamina?â
âYesâ
It takes a moment for the gears in his head to start spinning
âOhâŠoh!â
"I can give you my number; just text me if youâre interested," you say, pulling out a piece of paper with your phone number on it. You had written it down earlier, knowing that a pen would be impossible to find at a college party.Â
He takes it from you and stares you down for a moment, his heavily lidded eyes raking over your frame again. "I'll let you know." You don't need to look to know that he's staring at your ass when you turn to walk away.Â
He texts you before the night is even over but you don't respond until the morning. You let him know the exact details of the âstamina trainingâ you had in mind and he agreed to your terms and conditions. You plan to hook up the following day; this was the last thing you needed to perfect, and you were excited. That day had come in no time and now you were fresh out of the shower, waiting for the fateful knock on your door.Â
You had no time to prepare for this session, and you honestly didnât know how to. How does one develop a resistance to pleasure, and how does one avoid the one thing you seek when satisfying oneself? Hopefully Jeno had the answers, and if he didn't, hopefully he helped you find them.Â
Your fixing your hair and making sure everything is laid neatly when you hear a faint knock on your door. You look at yourself one last time in the mirror before going to open your front door. Jeno stands infront of your door with a small smile and you let him in. At this point, you were used to the awkward small talk and embarrassing attempts at flirting. You wasted no time in pulling him towards you. His hands instantly find your waist. Youâre so close, you notice the cute mole he has under his eye. He stares back at you, his eyes round like puppy dogs. You pull him back into a slow kiss. Today there was no rush; it was all about resistance.
Once you get your fill of his lips, you pull away again and lead him to your bedroom. You kick your door closed and pull him down on top of you on your bed. âNo matter how much I beg, dont let me cum,â you warn him
âWho says I was going to let you cum?â he teases back before he meets your lips again.
You smiled into the kiss; you were going to like this one. You wondered what type of role he would play when darkness wrapped around you both in its cool, sensual embrace. Would he let you take control like you did with Haechan? Would he be as strict as Jaemin, keeping you in your place or would he be laid back like Renjun? Guiding you and willing to relent some of the control to you if you ask. His firm body pins you down under him, and he kisses you hotly before ghosting his lips down your neck teasingly. His hands snake their way up your shirt and he explores the skin exposed there before pushing it up and over your chest. He lays sweet kisses over the top of your breast, not yet ready to part with the image of you wrapped in the lace that was your bra. Your impatient so you sit up on your elbows to help him get you out of your shirt. You pull your shirt over your head, and you scoot a little out of his embrace to pull down your shorts. Jeno takes the hint and strips himself bare, except for his briefs. When your done, he pulls you back under him and gets you settled again. You can feel him pressing hot against your skin. You had barely just met him, but something about the way Jeno kissed you and touched youâthe way he paid attention to your bodyâwas so intimate. The little sounds you would make when he nips at your skin. The way you bite your lips when he licks your sweat-prickled skin unabashedly. He watches it all, doing his own little research to learn just what you like. You weren't sure at first, but Jeno was a lover boy. Even though you werenât his, he would love you like you were.Â
Hes already slipping his hands into your underwear and the moans that slip out of your lips are sinful. He rubs your clit in soothing circles, spreading your juices so he can slip inside and open you up. His other hand slips behind your back and finally removes your bra so he can suckle on your nipples and massage your chest.
âFuck Jen, I need more, please,â you whine
âYou better be able to take what you ask for,â He warns.
He finally slips 2 fingers inside of you and begins to pump them leisurely. You grip the hair at the back of his neck and pull him back to your lips. You needed to drown out the sounds you were about to make when you felt his thick fingers stretch you out. His hands were warm; they warmed your entire body as they worked in tandem to bring you high. Deeply curled fingers had your back arching as you moaned in to his open mouth. He swallowed down all your sounds as he huffed his own into your mouth. He was grinding down shallowly into one of your thighs as he lay on top of you. The length of him rubbing against you gave you a good idea of what you would be working with tonight and you were happy for your lessons with Jaemin because Jeno was definitely going to split you in two. That thought alone had your thighs clamping against his wrist and your hands gripping on to him, anywhere you could reach.
âYou there, baby? Fight through it. You got it. Come on,â he said, speaking with a soft bass in his voice.
âIm gonna cum,â you choke out every part of your body, lighting up with pleasure that you can't snuff out.
His fingers slow but they don't stop completely. He lets up, willing you to calm down. You feel your orgasm slowly slip away and the feeling that was left afterwards was something close to desperation. Your legs are spread wide as you roll your hips up onto his fingers, urging him deeper. You pull him impossible closer to your body. His fingers pick up their pace again and it feels like you have grown 100 times more sensitive because this time it takes little to no time for the waves that crash against you and lap at your stomach to finally drown you out. Jeno can feel the way you tense up in his hold and he pulls away completely this time.
âNo, please, this is driving me crazy,â you cry
âCome on, baby your doing so good,â he says, kissing your poutÂ
Your body is still tingling with the traces of your lost orgasm but you manage to calm down as Jeno passes his hands against your skin soothingly. Stroking your sides and stomach lazily until you settle.Â
âWhat if we try something else?â he suggests after another minute of gazing at you.
âLike what?âÂ
"Well, if you find it difficult to hold back your orgasm, why not just let it go?â
âI'm not following. Doesnât that defeat the whole point?â you quirk a brow at him
âIm saying what if you build your endurance to last multiple rounds. Find a way to keep going through multiple orgasms.
The thought turned your entire view upside down. You had never thought of it that way. You weigh the options in your head. The burning desire and desperation that edging leaves you with or the overwhelming sensations that overstimulation was sure to make you writhe with. Maybe this question was best asked when you werenât horny and wound up from an orgasm denial because all you could think about was cuming.Â
âLets try thatâ
Jeno kisses down your body until he lays between your legs. He shifts one leg over his shoulder and kisses your clit softly while holding eye contact. Your hips already twitch with need. âHands behind your backâ was his whispered command.
You fold your arms, bending each at the elbow, neatly behind your back. You rest against them as you breathe deeply through your nose. Jeno licks a flat strip against your folds. Your folds were already soaked, practically dripping onto the sheets and he just cleaned it all up. He licks a pointed strip now through your folds, parting them on his way up until hes teasing at your clit again, He wraps his lips against it and suckles gently. He slips his fingers back inside as he gets lost in making out with your pussy. It takes every fibre in your being to hold still; you needed to focus on lasting as long as you could. You decided you would scum but you at least wanted to see how long you could last. Jeno just hums against you, lost in his own thoughts and his own world. His eyes were closed now but his eyebrows were furrowed up like he was concentrating.
He parts his fingers inside of you, stretching them out to make room for his tongue, He licks inside of you over and over and you truly do go crazy. Your thighs attempt to clamp close, but Jenoâs free arm pins one of them open, forcing his face back into your heat. He fucks his fingers ruthlessly now, determined to throw you over into the current, and he does. Your orgasm leaves you feeling sleepy and heavy. The only thing that brings you back down to earth is Jenoâs slick mouth sliding into place over yours as he kisses you deeply.Â
â3 times. Can you handle that? 3 times?â he asks
You take his words into consideration; you feel yourself throbbing, but you think you could manage two more rounds. You send him a nod and he kisses you again as he shoves off the last piece of his clothing. You can feel him stroke against your slick folds, teasing the head of his cock inside before pulling back out to slap it against your wetness.Â
âYou ready?âÂ
You nod and he pushes inside of you. You were right; he was splitting you open. Once he was sitting all the way inside, you let out a small whimper, and he instantly soothed you.
âYouâre ok. I'm gonna make you feel really good,â he shushes into your ear as he caresses you.
His voice is so soft and smooth that you relax against his hold. You wrap your arms around his neck and peck his lips before sending him a nod. You couldn't bring up enough energy to speak. You barely had enough to cum again but you would fight through the drowsiness.
âLet me know if you want to stop, ok?â he offers gently before pulling his hips back slowly to thrust deep inside of you again.Â
It was like he was hypnotizing youâthe way his hips moved as he fucked you, the way his slim waist looked with your legs wrapped around it, the way his arms flexed when he went a little harder. You could get used to being under Jeno. You would take however many rounds he gave you. If it meant you could prolong this sensation, you would endure each and every one of them. You loved the way he filled you up and split you open over and over again as he pounded into you. You loved his noises you had to strain to listen for, you loved the way his face would scrunch up in pleasure when you clamped down tight around him.Â
Your bodies compliment each other's movements as you chase his hips with your own. You were wound up too tight; you needed release. His hands snake down between your legs and circle your clit skillfully. You cum again, this time around his length. He fucks you through it and settles deep inside of you, holding still until your breathing evens again. You didn't know how he did it. He hadn't come once since you started, which must have taken an ungodly amount of will. You knew you wouldn't be able to do that, at least not for a long time. You would have to settle for fighting through the overstimulation for now. You weakly thrust your hips up again, signaling for him to start again.
âLast one baby, I think I'll be a little more selfish this time,â he says before pressing a kiss into your shoulder.
You don't get to ask what he means before he manhandles you into the next position. He lips your hips before swiftly placing a pillow underneath you, angling your hips up. He grips your thighs, forcing them off of his hips and pressing them deep into your chest, your knees bracing your head. He shoves back in deep, fucking you into the mattress in a mating press. He didn't care if you could cum again because he was going to rip it from you. Puppydog eyes no longer stare back at you; they hadn't since he laid you down on the mattress, but this time something else swims behind his eyes. It was pure hunger, like that of a wolf. You realized that, although he was good at holding back, once the gate was open, nothing could stop what rushed through. It was like the final leg of a race, where you see the finish line and sprint for it. He was pent up, and he was going to let you have it.Â
Over and over again, his hips pounded harshly into yours. They were sure to bruise by morning, joining the others that probably adorn your body from all your other late-night activities. He hadn't mentioned them but you knew he had noticed because he focused most of his kisses there, like he wanted to paint over the others work.
Empty, there was nothing going on inside your head. Just his name repeating on loop until it filled up your thoughts so much that it had no choice but to spill from your lips. His own pathetic moans fill the air as he thrusts, getting sloppy, less sharp and less precise, and he finishes deep inside of you. Youâre almost there and youâre grateful that he fights through his own overstimulation to keep fucking into you lazily. You cum around him and your body goes limp against your sheets.Â
âYou were able to keep up with me; you were amazing,â he says around his heavy breathing. You just look over to him and smile, far too exhausted to speak
When you wake up the next morning, you are not expecting to see jeno still lying next to you. You were sure you made it clear to him this wouldnt be a long-term thing. You shake him awake and he stirs in this sleep before cracking an eye open. He looks at you, then rolls over like you were bothering him.
"Jen, get up. You have to go,â you say, shaking his shoulder again
"Hngm,â he groans, pulling more of your cover over him.
You just stare at him incredulously. You slap his shoulder hard and he finally sits up fully. He looks more alert now as he takes in your appearance and then the time on the bedside table.
âFuck! Im going to be late for practice,â is all he says before rushing to grab his clothes and phone off your nightstand.Â
You just watch him in amusement as he scrambles around the room. He's halfway through the door before he stops in his tracks. He turns around and strides back to you before leaning over to plant a sweet kiss on your lips. This kiss was short, but you sensed something in it. He pulled away and stepped out the door fully this time, saying a quick goodbye. Jeno was a track star; heâd make it. As you hear your front door close with a heavy slam, one thought runs through your head.
Jeno the track star, and Jeno, the lover boy, was attached to you. In what ways, you didnât know, but you could not find out.
Navigating across your college campus was already difficult when you had to regularly avoid crowds of students. Now that you were practically a wanted fugitive, it was even harder to slip between the halls and walk from class to class.
Jeno had texted you a few times since he left your house that one day. Haechan never stopped asking around for you, Renjun was pretty cool about everything so it was only a little awkward when you passed him in the halls, and Jaemin... Boy, if Jaemin got his hands on you, it was so over.
There was only one person you wanted to see and that was Mark. He was the only one who hadn't tried to hit you up. It was like he had vanished from the face of the earth. You had practically begged Jisung for any updates but even he hadn't seen him around. It wasn't until you walked into the library one day and saw Mark cuddle up with some girl that your questions were answered. You were devastated. You had spent so much time trying to be perfect for him and he had used that time to move on to another girl. You couldn't exactly blame him; you had been blowing him off for awhile in favor of your "studies.â.Â
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. You hated life. Life always has a sick way of turning you on your head. What was this all for without Mark? Not to say you went on this whole sexual exploration just for him but he was the end goal. He was the final boss. It was like putting in hours on a videogame just to have it shut down before you could save. Yes, you play it for fun, but you also play for the sense of accomplishment that comes with completing it and winning.Â
What was that saying? Play stupid games,win stupid prizes?Â
You were out sipping smoothies and pouring your heart out to your friend group. You told them everything. Some were more shocked than others.
âYou were trying to fuck my cousin!?â Jisung says this in horror as he almost chokes on his smoothie.
âSorry, Jisung, I cant explain that oneâ You send him an apologetic smile.
âI just knew something was up! You had that glowy look,â your friend Yangyang saysÂ
âYeah, that post-sex glow!â Mia chimes in
âWill you two quiet down?â You shush them; you did not need the entire establishment knowing you âglowâ after sex, making it sound like you had some type of radioactive pussy.
âI cant believe you fucked them; thats bold even for you,â jisung adds
âI dont need your judgment, jisungâ
âNo, im not judging; its just that they all-â
âCan we please drop it, I dont want to talk about this anymore; people are starting to stareâ The old couple that sat across from your table sneaked glances at you and your friends.Â
"Well, if you want to get over Mark, you should get under someone else,â chenle says
âIts your advice that got me here in the first place,â you remind him as you finish your smooth sucking down the last drop.Â
You needed to just spend some time alone, collect yourself and get over mark. Honestly, your kind of happy that this happened sooner rather than later, before you developed more intimate feelings for him. You had already been on your way down that path and it had scared you a little. Maybe this was for the best since you weren't yet ready to face your feelings.
You were supposed to be the reasonable friend. You were supposed to be the friend who told everyone else when they were making stupid decisions, but now that you were making dumb decisions, there was no one there to stop you. You shouldn't listen to Chenle, especially not after the first time but it was like there was a devil-shaped Chenle on your shoulder, egging you on.
You texted Renjun; it has been weeks since you last spoke to him and you hoped there were no hurt feelings between you. You had told him you wanted to meet up and that you had a lot of things on your mind that you wanted to forget, even if just for one night. He said he wasn't upset about you ghosting him; he said that was what the app was all about and that if you ever needed a distraction, you were always welcome over.
You were so grateful to Renjun; he always made you feel safe and welcome. You were thankful that he was your first sexual encounter after your past failed attempts.
You know the way to his house like the back of your hand at this point. You were excited to see Renjun again. You hoped that you could build a relationship outside of just sex; he seemed like a really cool dude. You knock on the door, and it swings open a second later.Â
It wasn't Renjun.
âSorry, my roomates were just leaving,â the man you were here to meet says, popping up from behind Haechan, who had answered the door. The blood drained from your face. "Haechan, let her inâ
Haechan doesn't take his eyes off of you once. When he eventually shifts to the side to let you through the door, you expect him to walk out, but he simply closes it behind you.
You walk into the living room, and 2 other pairs of eyes lock onto you. Confused looks were exchanged between everyone in the room except Renjun, who still had no idea what was going on.
âThese are my roomates, Jeno and Jaemin, oh and thats Haechanâ Jeno and Jaemin were sitting on the couch in the living room, dressed to go out and Haechan was still standing in the small walkway that led from the living room to the front door.
âWe know each other,â haechan says. Jeno, Jaemin, and Renjun all give him a confused look after he makes the comment.
âSo do we,â Jeno and Jaemin say in unison before quickly looking at each other, even more confused.
âI actually forgot I think I have an assignment due, I need to turn it in before 12 so I think I'll leave,â you say with a sheepish, akward smile.
You turn to run away but Haechan blocks your path. âWhere are you running to babe? Youâve been avoiding me for weeks I think we should have a little chat.
âI really need to turn in that assignmentâ You try again
âSit down, princess,â jaemins stern voice calls from the couch, He moves over and pats the space next to him.Â
Fuck.
âWait, don't tell me,â Renjun says, finally putting all the pieces together. âDid we all fuck her?â
âYes! I fucked all of you,â you grumble as you plop down on the couch sandwiched between Jeno and Jaemin. You were caught either way, so you might as well fess up. You can't bring yourself to look at Jeno; you knew there would be hurt in his eyes. âIn my defense, I had no idea you were all roomatesâ
âNo judgment over here love. I just wish you would have come to me instead of Renjun if you wanted to fuck tonight,â haechan smirked
You cross your arms against your chest and huff. its not like you were in trouble; you were all grown consenting adults but it sure felt like you were.
âThat's what you were gonna do, right? Use everything I taught you to go fuck him?â Jaemin says, his piercing stare seeing right through you.
You were annoyed, you hated being on the hot seat, you had come here to escape your worries and not be confronted by 4/5ths of them. Maybe that is why you lash out a little. âYes, Jaemin, I'm going to fuck your roomate and make him scream loud enough for the rest of you to hearâÂ
âAnd where did you learn how to do that?â
âFrom you, of courseâÂ
The room grows silent and that annoys you more. You couldn't understand why no one was ripping you out of your clothes yet. âIs someone going to fuck me, or do I have to find someone else to do itâÂ
âAre you ok with Renjun sharing you?â haechan suggests
âI think I can handle it; can youâ you say to the room.
âWouldnt be the first time we shared,â jaemin says
You finally turn to face jeno. He looks at you, then at your lips, and finally speaks. âI want you⊠I need you so badâ You had a feeling his words had a deeper meaning than that
You didnt have time to worry about him; you already had so much on your mind but you did spare him the slightest mercy and lean into him first. You kiss him, pulling him into a heated kiss and you can feel warm hands under your shirt as Jaemin kisses your neck. Suddenly, you were being pulled away from the kiss and hauled off the couch. Renjun stood in front of you and said, âlets go to my room; I have the most spaceâ Â
The trail of clothes that is left behind in the hallway was the only evidence you left behind as the door to Renjuns room closed behind you. You crawl into the bed, and Jaemin crawls in behind you. Renjun takes it upon himself to have you first. He claims your lips in a kiss before he trails his hot mouth down your body. He sucks at your chest before continuing down. Jaemin grabs a hold of them from behind, massaging them in Renjun's wake. Haechan props himself up beside you and kisses you, his hand drawing mindless circles against the skin at your stomach as Renjun caresses your thighs as he prys them open. He lays between them and for once, he doesn't wait. He dives in, immeditaly pressing his hot tongue all over you, spreading your juices as he sucks and licks at your cunt. Your hips fuck up on to his tongue and into his face, and he doesn't stop you. He doesn't stop you when you grab ahold of his hair to grind against his face messily. From beside you, Haechan sits up, dick pressing against your lips and urging you to open your mouth. You do your best to suck him off, lazily closing your mouth around him, too focused on how Renjun feels between your legs than about properly sucking him off. Jaemin strokes your hair away from your face, gripping it in a makeshift ponytail for you as he watches you suck off Haechan. You can feel him pressing up against your lower back, and you can't help the new wave of slick that gushes out at the thought of him feeling you up again. You had missed himâall of them, really. The thought pulls your mind back to Jeno, who sat silently on your other side. You reach out blindly until you feel for him. He takes your hand in his and guides it down his body. His hand covers yours as you palm him through his boxers. Soft groans leave his mouth, and you manage to pull him from his confines. You grip firmly and stroke him as best you can from your angle. He seems to appreciate it because, in no time, he's fucking up into your fist.
You feel Haechan tense in your mouth and you think he's going to spill but he pulls out instead. He takes up camp next to Renjun, forcing the other to scoot over. They both lap at your fold messily and you don't miss the way their tongues swirl together, tasting each other. You are ripped away from the beautiful sight between your legs when Jaemin grips your hair and makes you take Jeno into your mouth next. He guides your movements, pulling you up and down the jenos cock, making it hit the back of your throat. Your training really paid off because you only gag slightly until you are in control of the reflex again.
Fingers slip between your folds; your not sure who they belong to, but their curving deep, fucking into you ruthlessly. The way they sissor you open has you moaning around Jeno, causing his hips to stutter. You feel a pair of lips sucking cruelly on your clit and you come undone violently. Jeno cums deep down your throat, making you choke a little. He pulls out, laying limply next to you. You donât miss the way his eyes shine at you.
The grasp in your hair forces your head back and you turn over your shoulder to kiss Jaemin. You were positive he could taste Jeno on your tongue but that didn't stop him from shoving his wet muscle down your throat and chasing the taste. Sometime during your distracted haze, Renjun pushes inside of you and you moan into your kiss with Jaemin. Renjun fucks you fast and deep. Hold on tight to your hips. Haechan busies himself with your chest, sucking on your nipples before pulling back to steal you away from Jaemin's kisses. Haechan kisses you messily, just like the way he ate you out and swallowed your moans. Renjun's pace turns sloppy and he finishes against your stomach. With how neat and tidy he likes to keep his things, you were surprised at how messy he could get in the heat of the moment. He pulls out and flops down beside you. Haechan quickly takes his place and you thank Jeno for his help in preparing you for this moment.Â
Haechan pushes inside of you easily, your greedy pussy completely swallowing him whole. He wastes no time in driving into you over and over again. He used your body to get off, pressing quick circles into your clit. You swipe some of Renjunâs cum off your stomach and shove your soiled finger into Haechanâs mouth. Your fingers rest against his tongue as he licks them clean with a groan. You slip your hand free, smearing some of his spit across his mouth in the process. You didnât know what it was about Haechan, but he just got you so worked up. Maybe it was how nasty he was, licking up another man's cum, and how he would probably lick you clean after this. You couln'tt stop your hips as they bucked up into his. You chase your highs and you use each other. After a few quick thrusts, you're cuming all over his length and leaking onto the covers, adding even more fluid to the mess. Haechan doesnât pull out. He comes deep inside you, stuffing you full before he pulls out to watch it drip from your hole.
âGet on your hands and knees for me, baby,â Jaemin whispers in your ear. He had waited patiently for everyone else to get done with you because he wanted your full attention. Jaemin was going to show you that he was all you needed.Â
You don't even get a chance to move before he moves you into position himself. He takes one of the pillows from the head of the bed and instructs you to lay your head on it. You think hes being nice, worried about your neck cramping, until he says, âbite itâÂ
He wouldn't go easy on you this time, not with how pent-up he has been. A hand grips your head, shoving your face into the pillow as he slips inside. This time, there is zero resistance. With all the slick spilling out of your hole, he was able to lube up before slipping inside.
âFuck, look at that. Taking it so well,â Jeno says from his spot on the bed. A few moans follow and you assume they are all touching themselves at the sight.Â
Jaemin forces your head up and makes you look at Renjun, Haechan, and Jeno, all beating their dicks. âYou think they can fuck you like I do? No ones got you like I do baby and iâm gonna prove itâÂ
Your pushed back into the pillow, your screams muffled as he snaps his hips into your ass. Crude clapping fills the room as your skin makes contact from his long, deep strokes. Your moans are instead replaced with Haechan's as they fill the room alongside Renjun and Jenos. Jaemin doesn't let up, grabbing one of your arms and pinning it to your back. Renjun's pillow was soaked with your tears as you cried in pleasure at the way Jaemin fucked you. Your thighs grow weak and you canât hold yourself up anymore but that's ok because Jaemin's strong grip keeps you up as he holds you in place, pounding into you from behind.Â
âFuck, im gonna cumâ Haechan moans
Youâre about to as well when your thighs start to tremble and your body starts to thrash as you try to escape the onslaught of pleasure.Â
âStay right there, princess. You got it,â Jaemin grunts into your ear. His chest is pressed against your back, and his biceps curl around your throat, pulling you away from the pillow and successfully trapping you in a chokehold. You scream out load finally, and your orgasm wracks through you. Your tight grip on Jaemin's cock has him cumming deep inside of you with a groan.
Everyone was exhausted and sprawled across Renjun's bed. Renjun, followed by Haechan, Jeno, You, and Jaemin. That was how you were all laid out. Someone went to grab a towel and whipped you clean before wrapping strong arms around you. Through your drowsiness, you looked up to see Jeno nuzzled into your side, embracing you. You had resolved most of your problems except for one.Â
You shake the thought from your headânot tonight. Tonight, you would just be his and enjoy this moment. You would face him in the morning. You didn't know him well but maybe you could change that.Â
a/n: I hope you enjoyed reading this. There will be no Part 2 anytime soon or maybe even ever. Maybe a spin-off could happen but probably far down the road in the future. This is literally just porn with no plot. I seriously have no idea where I would take this story. Comment and leave feedback if you want to; it is always appreciated.Â
a/n: Fun fact i actually did lose my virginity to a fence, it is completely possible to break your hymen through injury. That shit hurt so bad lmaooo. Some of these events in the fic are pulled from real life. See if you can guess which ones lol.
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