#nct dream x male reader

[suunani]

color me yours ( na jaemin )

▍ jaemin made your tattooed arm his canvas.

content : 1200 words, male reader, added member!reader, fluff fluff and fluff again, reader is tattooed, not so bestfriend!jaemin, requested here <3

all you could hear was the faint hum of music coming from the speaker on your desk.

you were sprawled on your bed, one arm propped behind your head, while jaemin sat comfortably between your legs, leaning back against your chest.

his phone was perched in one hand, the screen casting soft light over his face as you both read the comments flooding in from your instagram live.

this wasn’t planned — jaemin had suggested it after dinner, claiming the fans hadn’t seen you in a while. you’d agreed without much resistance, too used to going along with whatever jaemin wanted.

now here you were, your arm resting loosely around his waist, your thumb brushing idle circles against the hem of his hoodie. it wasn’t intentional, not really, just something you did when he was close to you, a quiet reassurance that he was right there.

“hyung, someone asked who takes longer to get ready in the morning,” jaemin said, his tone light as he glanced over his shoulder at you.

“do we even need to answer that?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

jaemin tilted his head, his expression amused. “why? you think it’s me?”

“i know it’s you,” you replied, a soft smirk tugging at the corner of your lips.

the fans was eating everything up, of course. the chat was a constant stream of comments. jaemin scrolled through the messages, laughing softly at their reactions.

“they’re so dramatic,” he muttered, though the small smile on his face betrayed how much he secretly enjoyed the attention.

“let them be,” you said, your voice low.

you glanced at the screen briefly, catching a comment about how comfortable you looked together. it made your smirk soften into something quieter.

the two of you spent the next few minutes answering random questions, your responses blending into easy banter. jaemin had a way of making even banal topics entertaining, his voice light and expressive as he read off comments and shared his thoughts.

you mostly listened, occasionally chiming in with a teasing remark or a deep laugh that made jaemin glance back at you with that little smile of his.

at some point, an idea struck you.

“yah.”

jaemin turned his head slightly, curious. “what?”

“there’s this trend i saw earlier,” you began, your tone casual as you reached for your phone. “people are coloring their tattoos with markers. i thought it might be fun if you did mine.”

jaemin blinked at you, then tilted his head, his lips curling into a small smile.

“you want me to do it?”

you shrugged, keeping your expression neutral.

“why not? you’re always messing with them anyway.”

he rolled his eyes, but the way his smile grew gave him away.

“fine,” he said, scooting off your lap to grab a pack of markers from his desk.

he returned quickly, sitting cross-legged on the bed in front of you.

“this is gonna be amazing,” he said, already uncapping a bright blue marker.

you extended your arm toward him, resting it on his knee as he leaned in to inspect the ink. he hesitated for a moment, his fingers brushing lightly over the designs.

“your tattoos are really nice,” he said quietly, his tone uncharacteristically serious.

you didn’t respond right away, watching him as he traced one of the lines with his finger.

there was something about the way he looked at your arm — focused, thoughtful — that made your chest feel oddly warm.

“thanks,” you said finally, your voice softer than usual.

jaemin didn’t look up, already immersed in his task.

he started with the blue marker, carefully filling in the edges of one design. his brow furrowed slightly as he worked, and you caught yourself watching him, not the tattoos, but him.

his lashes were long, casting delicate shadows on his cheeks under the dim light. his lips were pursed slightly, the faintest hint of concentration softening his expression.

you wanted to say something, maybe tease him about how serious he looked, but the words caught in your throat. instead, you just sat there, letting yourself admire the moment.

“you’re staring,” jaemin said after a while, his tone light but knowing.

your ears warmed, but you kept your expression neutral.

“just making sure you don’t mess it up,” you said smoothly.

jaemin snorted, shaking his head. “please, i’m an artist. have some faith.”

you chuckled softly, leaning back against the headboard.

the chat was going wild again, but you barely registered it. your focus was entirely on him — on the way his fingers moved over your skin, on the way he tilted his head slightly when he was pleased with his work.

he switched to an orange marker, his fingers trailing over the design for a moment before adding color.

“i think this one’s my favorite,” he said, his voice quieter now. “the way it curves here…”

he traced the shape lightly with his fingertip before continuing.

“you sound like an art critic,” you said, though your voice lacked its usual teasing edge.

jaemin smiled faintly, not looking up. “maybe i missed my calling.”

the moment stretched out, easy and comfortable.

your hand found its way back to his knee, a subtle anchor as you watched him.

you noticed the little things — the way his hair fell messily across his forehead, the way his lips twitched into a tiny smile when he was satisfied with a section, the way he hummed under his breath without realizing it.

“done,” he announced eventually, sitting back to admire his work.

your arm was a colorful mosaic of patterns and shapes, his touch adding a playful energy to the designs.

you glanced down, then back up at him.

“not bad,” you said, keeping your tone light.

“not bad?” he repeated, raising an eyebrow.

you smirked, pulling him back toward you so he was leaning against your chest again.

“okay, it’s really great. you happy now?”

jaemin laughed softly, settling into your arms without hesitation.

“yeah,” he said, his tone smug but warm.

your hand rested on his waist again, your thumb brushing against the soft fabric of his hoodie as the two of you glanced at the screen.

the fans were losing it, of course, but for once, their excitement felt like background noise.

jaemin reached up to swipe a strand of hair out of his face, and you caught yourself staring again. he was glowing, his cheeks slightly flushed from the warmth of the room, his eyes bright with quiet pride.

you didn’t say anything, but your grip on his waist tightened just slightly, a silent acknowledgment of the moment.

“stop looking at me like that,” jaemin muttered, though his tone held no real annoyance.

“like what?”

“like you’re about to say something embarrassing.”

you let out a soft laugh, resting your chin on his shoulder.

“i’m not saying anything.”

“good,” he murmured, but he didn’t pull away.

the two of you stayed like that for a while longer, the live continuing in the background, but your world felt smaller somehow. quieter.

just the two of you, sharing space in the way only you knew how.

[niki-phoria]

oh, 내 달이 떠오를 때 / 너의 태양이 떠 같은 하늘 아래

MARK LEE sighs quietly. his eyes flutter closed as he leans his head against your thighs, all but collapsing against your body. a peaceful silence fills your apartment, filled with nothing but the quiet hum of your air conditioner. 

“your hair is getting so long,” you murmur. the strands twist around your fingertips effortlessly. the shortest strands fall away from your fingertips the fastest. they make mark flinch when they brush against his cheekbone. despite the years of consistent bleaching and hair dye, the ends still manage to feel soft. “you’ll be able to put it in a ponytail soon.”

“yeah?” mark chuckles quietly, his voice muffled slightly. he twists slightly to lay on his back. he glances up at you with flushed cheeks and a soft, fond smile. “do you like it, baby?”

“i love it.” you brush mark’s bangs away from his face. leaning down, you press a chaste kiss against his forehead. giggles erupt out of the man below you, making you chuckle in return. your hands cup his cheeks, gently brushing against his soft skin. “i love you.”

another sigh escapes him when your nails massage against mark’s scalp. the lingering tension in his shoulders slowly begins to dissipate beneath your touch; the stress of his day slowly forgotten with each passing moment. 

mark smiles brightly. he catches your wrist in his hand, pressing a kiss against the back of your knuckles. “i love you too.”

notes: apologies for disappearing again i got sick lmao, trying a new format for shorter fics, ponytail mark my beloved <33, haven't written for nct in forever but i'm in love with mark so here we are, title from nct 127 - sun & moon

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[star-suh]

Product Testing

Park Jisung x Male Reader

cw: top jisung, bottom reader, cheating, yn has a girlfriend, straight to bi ig, rimjob, fingering, blowjob, handjob, face sitting, breeding, shower sex, they almost get caught, ripped clothes.

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“i'm so happy you can finally meet my family” yn's new girlfriend give little cute happy hops. the newly made couple was walking towards the girl’s house. yn was nervous, rumors said that she has a very serious brother, someone that would make even the devil himself would run away from him. even though he knows that's just bullshit he still was scared of meeting him.

the door opened, a lovely lady and a man were there behind the door. they smiled and greeted yn and he did the same. seeing only the two of them yn felt relieved maybe he wasn't home ‘what a lucky day’ he said in his head.

he was exploring the house when he heard footsteps coming down the stairs, they were heavy and loud, each one of them echoing in the empty walls of the house as if they were in some kind of movie. “so you're yn, right?” he said with not a single emotion in his face nor his voice. “y-yes i am”.

“why are you stuttering” jisung smirks, “are you that nervous of meeting me?” he trailed his index finger on yn’s arm “hmm?”. “n-no no” yn tried to brush it off and disguise the embarrassment “i’m just so happy that i can finally meet you all”. “you're very happy then. you did it again” he rubs the other's back and leaves towards the kitchen.

“what the fuck” yn whispers, there's something in jisung’s aura that makes him feel weak.

the hours passed and yn felt as if he was being teased by jisung, he always sits manspreading in front of yn, grabs his bulge whenever he is looking at him. yn can swear that he is not wearing any type of underwear under his shorts. the night came, “oh shoot it's already night, i have to go” yn was getting prepared to leave when his mother-in-law stops him, “sweetie it's too late why don't you sleep here with us?”; “but not in my daughter's room” the father adds.

“no, it's ok. i can take a taxi” he said; “i insist” the woman said, showing a smile. she was so cute that he couldn't decline the offer. “ok, i'll stay. the sofa looks comfy”; “if you want you can sleep on jisung's room” jisung's dad tells yn who turn his head to look at the other male, he was smirking at him and saying “i don't mind sharing my room”...

seeing that there wasn't a futon for yn to sleep on the floor he has to share the bed with jisung. “good night” yn blurted out, throwing the sheets on top of his body. “good night” jisung replied. yn side eyed at him seeing he was shirtless and the bulge on his pajama shorts was more visible, he indeed wasn't wearing underwear. “like what you see?” jisung laughs and jumps onto the bed “don't act as if you weren't checking me out a few seconds ago” he said that with his mouth inches away from the other's ear, “it looks like you came here for me and not my sister”.

11 pm and yn can't sleep, jisung was breathing against his neck, it sent shivers down his spine. and not to talk that his bulge was being pressed against his ass. ‘he must be having a wet dream’ he thought ‘there's no other explanation for this’. but then he hears something, “guess you're liking it, seeing how you're not doing anything about it” jisung starts kissing his neck. “w-why are you doing this ji-jisung” his words coming out like whispered whimpers. “take it like a product testing, you know?, like when you have to try something to see if it’s good for other people” his tongue leaving a wet stripe on yn’s ear, “i have to see if you're good enough for my sister. you get it?”. yn nodded, he just gave in into the pleasure jisung was offering.

he pulled down yn's shorts and ripped his underwear so he could have easy access to his hole. yn grabbed jisung's bulge and massaged it later pulling it out from a side through a sleeve of the shorts “you're indeed not wearing underwear.. perv” he stated.

jisung smeared the pre-cum coming out of his tip on his brother-in-law's hole. “you're writhing” jisung uttered, “you want my cock that much?” his warm breath caressing the back of his neck and ears. yn was a completely mess, he was in a fucked up state, he didn't know what to say or how to act just letting jisung guide him into the forbidden pleasures. “wanna suck me, pretty boy?”, yn nodded trying to hide his flushed face. he went under the sheets and went straight to the action, leaving a trail of kisses from the tip, down the shaft and finally his balls. jisung moaned quietly, remembering how they're not alone in the house, “for a beginner you're doing pretty good” he heaved. yn licked and sucked on the other's dick trying to put it all the way down his throat, savoring the salty clear liquid that comes out of it. “how is it?” yn asked still under the sheets, tears pooling on his eyes and hair sticking out on his forehead because of the sweat. jisung licked two of his fingers to introduce them in yn's tight ring of muscles, slowly they were going in and out “look at your filthy hole, so inviting” he pulls out his digits and looks how the hole clenches into air “look at it, it's winking at me” he jokes. they were so focused on pleasuring each other that they didn't hear anyone knocking at the door.

“i'm coming in” yn's girlfriend opened the door, both guys got scared but thanks to jisung quick reaction he managed to hide yn under the sheets and the latter did the same hiding jisung's dick with the short sleeve. “oh hey dear sister, what brings you here?” jisung asks with surprise laced in his tone, “nothing, i went to the kitchen for a glass of water and came here.. to see how you two were” she stated. jisung's heart was beating fast he felt like at some moment it would come out of his chest “we're good, but your boyfriend here is quite the bad bed companion” he signals towards yn and lifts just a bit of the sheet to show her he was sleeping “he moves too much in bed” he jokes and his sister just laughs "so cute. goodnight see you tomorrow”, she waves goodbye and closes the door.

“holy fuck that was close” jisung wipes the sweat on his forehead with his hand. “we're almost got caught” yn says, concerned. “no shit sherlock. i felt like i would just faint at some point of the conversation” jisung lets out the sighest sigh he ever sighed.

resuming with his “product testing” jisung made yn sit on his face and ride his tongue. the wet muscle going inside of him, “so tasty” jisung murmurs. yn masturbated and spits on his brother-in-law's dick while the latter keeps on eating him out. “let's go to the bathroom” jisung proposes “it’s safer there, we don't want someone else sneaking on the room”. “you know we can just lock the door?” yn commented with a serious face and a sarcastic tone, “shut up and let's fuck” jisung guide him towards the bathroom while kissing him.

in the shower jisung railed yn against the glass, his sweaty body shape being imprinted on it, his breaths fogging the clear surface. “fuck jisung slow down. you're gonna rip me” he whimpers, his legs trembling due to the pleasure. “i can't, you're so tight. it feels too good” he responded. jisung lifted yn's left leg with his left hand to have a better access to his puckered hole. his dick going in and out in a fast pace, his balls slapping against it. with his right hand jisung pushes yn's head against the glass and proceeded to lick his cheek and then making eye contact with their hooded eyes “you're taking me so well yn. what if i want to keep tasting this product?” he said while gripping his ass cheeks, “i wouldn't mind” the other whispered. the top laughs “that's my yn” he mutters.

“i'm gonna fucking cum, where do you want it” jisung asked with a hurry, his dick already throbbing. “in me ji-jisung fill me up. i want my brother-in-law's semen”. jisung cupped his face with his right hand so yn can face him and kiss him. as he does so, his dick was filling him up with loads and loads of semen. after that jisung knelt and sucked yn not stopping until he milked the last drop out of his dick.

after their steamy sex session jisung helped yn clean himself in the shower, introducing his fingers on his hole toh help him push out all the cum, “this is the hottest thing i've seen in my life” he says with emotion, licking his lips.

next day they woke up, had breakfast and spend the morning as if nothing happened last night. he was saying goodbye to his girlfriend, her parents and lastly her brother, the both hugged and jisung whispered something on his ear “hope i can taste that ass more like a deeper inspection”, yn laughed and wave goodbye but not before winking at him and mouthing a yes.

[luvkyu]

my love, i still ( mark lee ) part one

mark x male reader

a person from mark's past makes a quiet return.

content : 1.5k words, angst, kinda fluff at the end ??, idol!mark, manager!reader, ex-relationship, reader mentioned with a facial piercing, also features a little riize !!

( a/n ) this is song inspired :D from my love, i still by i'll <3 i was gonna make this heart wrenching angst but i got stuck with the ending so i changed it and it actually ends somewhat happy now. thinking about a part two, we'll see.

part two

"did you guys hear y/n's back in town?" jaemin asked, looking around at his group members.

"yeah. i don't know if he's working here again though," donghyuck answered.

the few of them were currently stretching and warming up before dance practice. only mark, renjun, and jisung were missing among them.

"i hope he is," jeno said, "i miss him."

"if he is working here again, he probably won't work much with us."

"i heard he's gonna be working with riize," chenle said, making the others' heads turn instantly.

"oh shit, really?"

chenle nodded, "that's what shotaro told me and jisung the other day. he's supposed to start as their manager today i think."

"i wonder if mark knows," jaemin muttered.

"if i know what?" mark questioned as he entered the studio with renjun and jisung in tow.

the others freezed, a bit uncomfortable now. mark and y/n's break up wasn't an easy subject, not when everyone knew mark was still not over him.

mark's brows furrowed at the sudden silence of his members. he looked around, waiting for some kind of answer.

"..if you know that y/n's back," jeno finally replied.

mark stopped for just a slight second before shrugging his bag off his shoulder and acting as if it didn't matter.

"yeah, i know."

the other dreamies looked around at each other. mark always got quiet and sulky when y/n's name was brought up, which is why they tried to avoid it most of the time.

"and you're okay?" jisung spoke up.

mark looked at him, smiled unconvincingly, and pat his head. "of course i'm okay," he assured. "now let's start practice."

"do you guys wanna go down to the cafe before heading back to the dorm?" jeno asked.

as everyone agreed on the idea, they began bee lining down the hall toward the elevator.

"oh shit," donghyuck mumbled. mark looked up from his phone as he walked, moving his gaze to where donghyuck's was.

the elevator opened on their floor to reveal a couple workers, including y/n. he had his phone to his ear with furrowed brows while clutching some papers, clearly distressed. when he saw the dream members now in front of him, his eyes widened and his body stood still for a split second. but he had to keep up with his rushing coworkers. y/n gave the group a small bow and a gentle smile as he kept walking and speaking on his phone.

mark felt as if his heart plummeted to his stomach. he wasn't prepared to see y/n out of nowhere, but he couldn't stop his eyes from following him. y/n looked different after the year that had passed. his hair was back to it's natural color instead of dyed, and he had a piercing added to his face now.

"what if i kidnap him," jeno whispered.

"shut up," renjun snickered, filing into the elevator with the others.

"i miss him," jeno whined. "best manager we've had, hands down."

mark smiled to himself bittersweetly. jeno wasn't wrong. y/n cared about all of them more than anyone had. after their first few months as group and manager, he and mark grew much closer than they should've. but once other staff started to find out, y/n's position as their manager slowly fell apart. he resigned quietly after he and mark ended things. y/n was offered a position in japan for a year instead, which he took in high hopes of healing.

"actually guys, i'm just gonna go back to the dorm. i want a nap."

"are you sure? i can come with you," jaemin offered with a small frown. mark smiled and shook his head.

"pretty sure napping is a one-person job, jaem. i'll just see you guys later."

jaemin frowned as they all watched mark press a separate button on the elevator.

"it's a two-person job if you're doing it right.." jaemin muttered.

donghyuck sighed and flicked his head, "do you ever shut up?"

"no, not really."

a couple weeks passed and mark had yet to see y/n for more than two-second intervals, let alone talk to him at all. he wasn't telling anyone how much it hurt him to see y/n around the sm building and not speak to him at all.

mark adjusted his earbuds into his ears as he walked. he could feel the sore muscles in his legs after a very long practice in anticipation for dream's next comeback. he was planning on going straight home, taking a long bath, and going to bed.

he pressed play on his phone, hearing the music begin to flood his ears. he was on his way outside when he stopped and saw some familiar faces by the company's vans.

riize was outside, filing into the vehicle with y/n leading them. they seemed to be goofing around, lots of smiles and distant laughter. mark could see y/n patting a couple of their heads as if he was counting to make sure he had all his children. sohee was the last to climb into the van, giving y/n a small hug before settling in next to anton. y/n smiled at his cuteness and walked around to the driver's side. before mark knew it, the van was out of sight, and he was staring at nothing.

mark cleared his throat and stared at the ground now. his chest felt heavy. he didn't know how much longer he could keep doing this.

"you okay?"

mark jumped at the voice beside him now. he took one of his earbuds out and looked over at jeno.

"i'm fine."

"hm," jeno hummed. he didn't believe mark at all, but he decided not to push it. "c'mon. let's go home."

a few hours went by, and now mark was sitting outside looking blankly at his phone. when he got home, he ate dinner and took a hot bath. neither of those things seemed to matter much though. nothing really did anymore.

it felt like time was standing still as he stared at the screen beneath him. his finger hovered over the call button of y/n's new phone number that he'd asked shotaro to send him. he didn't want to make things difficult for y/n by calling him, but he felt like he desperately needed to finally talk with him. he didn't know if he was looking for closure or another chance with y/n. maybe he'd know once they finally exchanged some words.

mark closed his eyes and quickly pressed his thumb against the screen. lifting the phone to his ear, he waited.

"..."

"..."

"hello?"

mark gulped. he hadn't planned on what to say, but now that he heard y/n's voice, his heart sank. a couple tears that had built up over the last few minutes finally trickled down his cheeks.

"..hello?" y/n said again.

"y/n?" mark's voice was barely audible. he knew y/n heard him though, he could tell by the way it stayed quiet for a moment on the other line.

"mark?"

"please, let's talk." mark could hear the other take a deep breath.

"okay.. what about?"

"i don't know. anything. i can't keep pretending like i don't know you when i see you around work. i can't-" mark went silent for a couple seconds, "i can't do this anymore."

y/n didn't know how to respond. he felt his throat begin to close up as he fought his own tears.

"i'm sorry.. i wasn't sure if i should talk to you guys at work."

"you can. please do. the others miss you a lot."

"really?"

mark could hear the smile in y/n's voice now. it lightened his mood a little bit.

"yeah. jeno wants to kidnap you i think."

"not surprising."

the pair laughed together before it went quiet again.

"y/n?"

"hm?"

"could we grab a coffee together sometime or something?"

"you don't drink coffee, mark."

"i'll just watch you drink it then."

y/n chuckled and inhaled as if he was accepting some huge offer.

"sure. we can get coffee."

"great," mark replied happily. y/n could tell mark sounded relieved; it made his smile linger a little longer on his lips.

"and, um," mark began again, "i know things have been off with us. but i just want you to know that i still care about you a lot. nothing's ever gonna change my love for you."

y/n looked down at his hands and cleared his throat. he didn't want his voice to give away the fact that he was two seconds away from crying. the soft and sincere tone of mark's voice didn't make it any easier, either.

"that's actually really comforting to hear. i love you too, mark."

mark smiled and let out a long exhale.

"okay well i'll let you get some rest, i know it's late. sleep well tonight, and i'll see you later."

"okay. g'night."

"night." mark's grin continued to tug at his lips. he gently tossed his phone aside and rubbed his face. a weight had just been lifted from his shoulders, he felt like he could breathe for the first time in a while.

"thank you, y/n." he whispered softly.

[flowerbunnyboo]

HOT SAUCE | back

starring: jeno x male reader

summary: A cutesy date between Mn and Jeno turns into a wild one.

nsfw, minors dni, don’t report

“Babe”, Jeno voiced out to his boyfriend who had just gotten up from his sleep. Jeno was making tasty pancakes for his love. Mn couldn’t help but smile seeing the sight in front of him. “Yes Nono?”. Jeno broke into a huge grin upon hearing the nickname. “I want to take you out on a date today!”.

The date went perfectly well. Mn and Jeno and a perfect time. The whole day, Mn was happy. He couldn't stop smiling and giggling. Jeno took him to a museum, then an art gallery. The two also went for shopping and then proceeded to have dinner.

Jeno wanted to see Mn happy and he had achieved that. But now the date was over and Mn and Jeno headed back home. The night was still young and both knew what was going to happen and were very much excited for it.

As the two stepped inside, Mn was slammed on the door as he felt plump lips kissing him. The kiss turned sloppy as time passed. Jeno bit Mn’s bottom lip so he could swirl his tongue in and Mn complied making Jeno win.

He groped Mn’s ass and grinded their hips together sending him over the edge. The kiss got heated and Jeno smirked as heard small moans come from his boyfriend's mouth. The dom then proceeded to kiss the younger’s jawline and neck and started to suck on Mn’s neck as he squirmed and moaned.

Both of them removed their clothes and Mn widened seeing his boyfriend's figure. Hot chiseled abs, with pecs. Jeno saw Mn’s eyes darken with lust. “Like what you see baby boy? ”. Mn smirked and pulled you in for another kiss,

“Yes daddy ”

After some passionate kissing Jeno’s dropped down on his knees, undid Mn’s pants and took his dick in his mouth. He bobbed his head fastly without stopping. Mn was now a moaning mess, he moaned so loud Jeno was pretty sure their neighbours must have heard it.

Mn tangled his fingers in Jeno's hair as he let out load moans. Jeno groped Mn’s ass making squirm and wanting for more. He could feel his release getting closer, “Aah Fuck daddy~don't stop” and with that he shot down his load in Jeno’s mouth.

He swallowed all of it and kissed Mn’s lips which Mn thought was quite hot. Jeno got up and kissed him, “Damn baby even your cum is delicious”. Mn giggled hearing his boyfriend.

Jeno hoisted Mn up as he put his legs around his waist. He could feel Jeno’s huge tent underneath. Jeno continued groping his ass . “A~h D-daddy ..”, the younger moaned as Jeno sucked on his chest.“ What baby? Daddy can't understand you”.

Mn whimpered as couldn't take it anymore. He wanted Jeno right now, "P~please f-fuck m-me”, he moaned. Jeno smirked, “Your wish is my command baby”. The dom took him to the bedroom and dropped him on the bed dropping clothes everywhere.

Jeno lowly growled and took of his pants. His dick dripping with precum. Mn widened his eyes when he saw his dick. It's huge. “Babe I don't think it will fit”. Jeno laughed seeing his reaction, “Don't worry I'll make it fit”.

Jeno spread Mn’s legs and thrusted one finger in without warning. Mn panted and moaned as he rolled his eyes. He had fingered himself so he was a little loose but he still wasn't prepared for Jeno's cock.

Soon enough Jeno was thrusting four fingers inside him and Mn couldn't take it anymore. He was a moaning mess. He came once again. His dick shooting white strings of cum painting both of their abdomens white.

Jeno smiled seeing the masterpiece in front to of him panting and heaving. He took out lube from his nightstand and applied a generous amount on your monster. Mn spread his legs wider for Jeno as he could see his pink hole.

Jeno aligned his phallus with many hole and swooped it right in. Mn was still tight but it felt too good to be around him. Mn rolled his eyes in pleasure as he felt Jeno's cock fill him up.

Once Jeno was all in, he waited for Mn to adjust. Mn gave him a look of consent and Jeno smirked as he started thrusting at an animalistic pace.

The room was full of skin slapping noises and mn moaning for hi daddy and Jeno's dick making mn cry in pleasure. Mn had came three times but that didn't stop Jeno. Mn clenched as Jeno abused his prostate.

“Damn baby so tight ”, the dom said as he felt mn's insides tightening. “Y-yes da~daddy o-only fo-r y-you ”, Mn said moaning. He was going to have an orgasm anytime. “Aa~ah”, the sub came again clenching his hole.

Jeno too was closer to his release. With a few final thrusts he came inside Mn filling him up. Mn felt full feeling his lover's cum fill him to the brim. Jeno pulled out and laid besides him and kissed his lips. Mn was happy and so was Jeno. “I love you Mnnie”, Jeno pecked his lips. “I love you too Daddy"

Jeno cleaned Mn and himself up and gave the older all the cuddles he wanted. They both fell asleep saying 'I love you's to each other and slept with love.

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[poweringthroughthis]

dressing room escapades | lee jeno

nsfw, mdni

pair: jeno x male reader

desc: fans always anticipate his appearance on stage to fulfill their dreams, but Jeno can't wait to get backstage as the key to his own satisfaction awaits him in his dressing room.

warnings: oral, rimming, anal s*x, spanking(?)

"what are you doing?"

your eyes shoot up from your phone to find the most attractive man you've ever seen standing in front of you. you look up, meeting his dark gaze.

the black vest he adorns clings to his shoulders and stomach to accentuate his muscular stature. the man looks like he could break you in half if he wanted to, not that it was a repulsive thought at all.

he raises an eyebrow. "i asked you a question."

you quickly brace yourself, slipping your phone into your pocket. "i'm (name)".

"i'm aware" he replies. "you know who i am, right?" you nod your head. "yeah, of course."

he takes a step closer. "then why are you in here with me?"

you're confused by his question. you had met jeno a few times before when you were hanging out with a friend of his, Mark, and now you two had become friends. you were so excited for his show tonight that you had arrived early and decided to wait for him in his dressing room.

"i just wanted to wish you good luck on your performance."

jeno scoffs. "you can do more than that."

you're taken aback by his comment. "i don't understand what you're saying." he leans in close. "you know what i'm talking about."

he pushes you against the wall and presses his lips against yours, kissing you hungrily. you're surprised by his actions but don't fight back. you melt into his embrace as he deepens the kiss.

he pulls away, smirking. "did you think i didn't notice the way you look at me?" you can't respond. his touch has rendered you speechless.

"do you want this?" he asks, snaking his hands around your waist and pulling you against his groin in one swift motion, knocking the air out of your lungs. you nod your head.

"then wait here for me until after the show ends. we'll have fun then." with that, he walks away, leaving you breathless.

you're so turned on that you can't wait for the show to end. when it finally does, you sit patiently, waiting for jeno to come back to his dressing room.

finally, the door opens and there he is. he's taken off his makeup and changed into a white shirt and jeans. he's gorgeous, even without the makeup.

"you waited," he says.

you stand up, smiling. "i couldn't leave."

he steps towards you and presses his lips against yours again. he grabs you by the hips, pushing you onto the dressing table behind you. he's hovering above you, tongue exploring your mouth.

you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. you're craving him and don't want him to stop.

"jeno..." you say, gasping.

"shh," he says, sliding his hand down your pants. "just let me do the work."

you feel his hand grip your hard cock and you moan. he starts stroking it, slowly at first, but then faster and faster.

you can't help yourself. you throw your head back and moan loudly.

"fuck," you say. "i need more."

jeno doesn't stop. he keeps stroking your cock, watching your reaction. "you want more?" he asks. "well, too bad. i'm the one in charge here."

he pulls down his pants, revealing his huge cock. it's rock hard and leaking precum. he strokes his cock as he stands in front of you.

"suck it," he commands.

you obey. you open your mouth and take his cock into it. you suck on it hungrily, savoring his taste. the thickness of it makes you salivate, and you lick a stripe against one of the protruding veins. you hear him moan, his breath hitching.

"that's right," he says. "keep sucking."

you start bobbing your head up and down, sucking him harder and harder. his cock is so big that it fills your entire mouth, making it hard to breathe.

he groans. "fuck. you are so good at this."

he grabs your head and forces his cock deeper down your throat. he starts fucking your face, making you gag.

you look up at him and see his eyes are closed, his mouth open, moaning. he starts grounding his hips in circular motions and you know he's going to cum soon.

you grab his ass, forcing him deeper inside your mouth.

"oh fuck, you're such a little slut," he says, his voice hoarse.

he grabs your hair and pulls it roughly, making you yelp. he holds you in place as he cums in your mouth. his hot, sticky cum spills down your throat and you swallow every last drop.

"such a good boy," he says.

jeno takes a seat on the couch, his jeans still undone and pooling around his ankles. "get over here" he orders.

you get on your hands and knees on the couch, looking at him.

"face down," he says, his voice low and commanding.

you turn around and place your head on the cushion, presenting your ass to him.

he kneels behind you, spreading your cheeks. he spits on your hole, causing it to contract and tighten.

"such a nice ass," he says, massaging it.

he sticks his tongue inside your hole, making you gasp. he licks it and sucks on it, sending shivers down your spine.

you feel him grab your cock, stroking it as he licks your ass.

"jeno...please," you beg.

he chuckles, slapping your ass. you had never seen this side of Jeno. Callous, laid-back and confident. He appeared to be a different breed during and after concerts.

he pulls his tongue out of your ass and grabs the base of his cock, lining it up with your entrance.

he thrusts his cock into your ass, making you cry out.

"fuck," you whisper, as he stretches you open.

he starts fucking you hard and fast, not holding back. you bury your face into the cushion, trying to keep quiet.

"don't you dare hide those moans from me," he says, slapping your ass.

his thrusts are merciless. each time his cock slams into you, you see stars.

"oh god," you say. "i'm so close."

you can't hold it anymore. you cry out and cum, spilling your seed onto the couch below.

jeno groans and you feel his hot load filling you up. both of you catch your breaths as you come down from your second high of the night.

"fuck," jeno mutters.

he pulls his cock out of your ass, a string of cum connecting the two of you. he stands up and grabs a cigarette from his dresser, lighting it up as he settles back on the couch.

he offers you an eye-smile, much too contrary to his demeanor minutes ago and his still naked form.

"i'll see you around?" he asks hopefully, blowing a puff of smoke in the air. your heart flutters at the sight, something about a naked Jeno smoking, doing things to alter your brain chemistry.

"sure" is all you can manage to choke out before dressing up and hurrying outside to hide the creeping blush on your cheeks.

[gyundo]

“A Meeting I’ll Never Forget”

Lee Jeno (Jeno) x Male Reader!!

SMUT! Interact at your own risk!

Plot: Two princes meet fatefully, and fit each other like a long-lost lock and key

Prince L/N Y/N was the oldest son of the king of Escrow. The Escrowian empire had started with the prince’s great-grandfather, who had risen to power as a mercenary that had fallen out of favor of another kingdom and had come to Escrow to establish his own empire.

Y/N, on the other hand, had no desire to rule over his kingdom. He was obviously going to accept his position as his father’s heir, but the duties didn’t particularly strike him as interesting. Y/N always had a preference for tasks such as cooking, baking, and the arts, such as singing and dancing, which earned him many scoldings from his parents.

Y/N’s parents cursed him on many occasions, explaining to him that his preferences were that of commoners, but it fell on deaf ears. Y/N continued to do as he pleased, and he never attended his swordsmanship lessons or any physical training. This, for a prince, Y/N was quite weak. Although, thanks to the nagging of his father, Y/N was stronger than the average person and did have some minor muscle definition.

As young people often do, Y/N neglected his responsibilities, and for a royal, this was intolerable. As Y/N’s father received an invitation for a meeting, he realized this was the perfect opportunity to put his son in order.

“You will be escorted by my personal order to the Kingdom of Travania in order to attend the meeting on the 25th of this month, Y/N” the King spoke with confidence in his throne room.

“B-but that’s so boring father, why should I sit in a carriage for 5 days with no proper food to go meet some random crusty king in a faraway kingdom?” Y/N complained, in a typical young adult fashion.

“King Jeno is an extremely influential man in his area. You mustn’t forget that your grandfather was from Travania himself. It is in our best interests to make relations favorable between our empire and his kingdom, if we wish to avoid any wars for hundreds of years.” the emperor promptly replied.

“B-but father, I don’t wanna go—,” Y/N whined.

“That’s enough out of you. Remember I’m not just your father but the emperor as well. You will go meet King Jeno. Do whatever it takes to curry favor with him,” the emperor bellowed.

Y/N stomped out of the throne room and ordered his servants to pack his things and prepare the carriage. He knew he didn’t have a choice in the matter and before he knew it, he was sitting in the carriage and already left the capital.

Y/N was angry as to why he had to leave his fun in the palace to go meet a random King who was old and would have nothing to talk about with Y/N. Y/N figured that he would just offer some items that were made by the Escrowian Empire that were sure to pave the way for a trade deal. Y/N was even more frustrated that his father had sent him in his stead.

Little did Y/N know, King Jeno was nothing like what he imagined.

The envoy arrived after a long, treacherous journey that saw many bumpy roads, many forests, and many plains. Y/N was more exhausted than he could describe, and he was everything but jumping for joy when he saw the palace of Travania.

Y/N treaded gracefully, in awe of what he was seeing. Sure, his familial palace in Escrow was large, but the Travanian royal family's estate was lavish in another sense of the word, with large fountains adorned with figures of greek worship. Garlands of roses adorned the edge of the roof of the main palace, which stood so grand Y/N had to turn to be able to see it all. The garden was artfully carved and decorated, with each bush and tree pruned in a most detailed fashion.

Y/N realized that the days-long journey to Travania was worth it from the view itself. Remembering almost as an aside that there was a meeting for which he had came, Y/N walked further to the main gate of the palace.

There, a tall figure stood awaiting him. As Y/N drew closer, he observed the elegant rhinestones embedded in the crown of bearer. He paid attention to each stretch in the royal garment, which stuck to each individual muscle on the man's built body. The biceps, large to the point that the seam was stretched, the pecs, which filled out the top, and the pants, fully conforming to the large thighs made Y/N realize he was in the presence of a man truly fit to be king.

"You must be Prince Y/N of Escrow, your highness. I am King Jeno of Travania. It is with great pleasure I welcome you to our empire and our summit this afternoon," the man spoke with a great smile, reflected in the expression of his eyes.

"Your highness, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance and to be the recipient of such great hospitality. Our nations are sure to grow closer relations from this monumental event," Y/N spoke eloquently while shaking the hand of the other man.

Jeno, not blind to the way Y/N had previously stared him up and down, understood the situation very well. As a show of diplomacy, Jeno transitioned the handshake into a bodily embrace common between royalty of different nations to show closeness. From the viewpoint of others, this was completely normal.

The reality of the embrace was known only by Jeno and Y/N, from the way Jeno reached underneath the cape of Y/N and fondled his buttocks in a way not visible to any. He continued kneading the large protrusions of the prince as he increased his pressure.

Y/N, still in shock from the abruptness and how suddenly these developments had occurred, refrained from any immediate movements and let out a small moan that he thought was only audible to him.

Jeno, however, had also heard the moan and understood that his actions were received well. Letting go of the younger, King Jeno continued, "My attendants will give you a tour of Travanian royal palace while I prepare for our summit. They will lead to the room of our summit after the tour, so you shan't worry, Prince Y/N."

"I stromgly appreciate thy kindness and will sincerely revel in the beauties of your artful palace, King Jeno." Y/N gracefully responded.

The attendants continued to show Y/N around the various areas of the palace, which included hanging gardens, exotic flora collections, the royal bathing chamber, the surrounding farms, and the servant quarters that seemed better than the prince's own bedroom. An hour had elapsed before the head attendant spoke, "King Jeno has finished prepared for your meeting. He awaits you inside these doors and has requested that you enter alone. It has been a pleasure giving you a tour, my liege."

Y/N gave a show of his appreciation and opened the grandiose doors that seemed like that of a bedchamber. He stepped inside quietly, closing the door behind him and expecting to see a large round table with artisan-crafted chairs. Instead, he was met with a large, silk sheet draped over a large mattress, lush purple velvet curtains, and most striking of all, King Jeno dressed in a red robe that unveiled his extremely muscular upper body, with a significant bulge in the clothing covering his private area.

"Ah, I see that you've arrived. We can start discussing matters of interest to us once you take a seat here, my prince," Jeno spoke lustfully.

Y/N, absolutely shocked, but being the honest man he was exclaimed,"Never have I seen such a meeting, but I am more than happy to take you up on your offer, my King."

Jeno looked pleased as Y/N sat down on the bed, embracing him the moment he did. Y/N felt the warmth of Jeno's muscular body on his own, while sensing great pressure from his large muscles in his upper body and his bulge that was separated from Y/N's only by cloth.

The king moved his lips closer to that of Y/N's, looking at his with concupiscent eyes that asked for permission. Y/N, without words, gave his approval by moving his face only slightly forward, to which Jeno responded by firmly crashing their lips together, pushing Y/N down onto the sheet, and rubbing his hands under Y/N's tunic.

Y/N reveled in the pleasure of Jeno's masterful techniques that mingled their tongues together with sounds that could only be interpreted as sinful. Their lips met again and again, with short breaks for air, only to be crashed together as violently as when they first met. Suckling sounds and shared strands of saliva spoke to the passion between the two men as their mouths melted in the pleasure of each other.

Jeno pulled away as Y/N motioned, "Hurry, my King, I feel urges and a steady heat rising in my body. Only you can help me."

With a sly smirk, Jeno replied,"Anything for my guest, my prince," while peeling off Y/N's clothes as he went in to resume their lip lock.

Moments later, a fully naked Y/N was below Jeno, still in his robe, with their legs intertwined and lips connected as the younger felt Jeno's arm around his back and his waist. The two continued making out and enjoying the pangs of pleasure released by the meeting between their lips.

"It's time to discuss the foundations for an alliance," Jeno joked while unbuckling the belt holding his robe on. Y/N looked with nothing but desire at Jeno's large pecs, his well-defined abs, his sculpted shoulders, and his large, perfect dick that was fit for a king. Jeno's cock stood proudly in front of Y/N, with veins and a deep red tip that Y/N wanted to break him. The sheer thickness of his cock made Y/N want to take Jeno forever, who would stretch Y/N and surely leave him crying for mercy.

Jeno understood the desires of the younger well, and not being able to control his own, Jeno flipped over Y/N onto his stomach.

Tapping his cock against Y/N's hole, Jeno heard moans of impatience as he began to slap the prince's hole with a thud that spoke to the weight of his penis. His eight inch cock was sure to break in Y/N quite nicely and leave him unable to live without Jeno forever. This experience would give Y/N such a pleasured pain it would unlock new levels of lust in his brain.

"I see you are well-prepared for this new connection between our nations," Jeno spoke as he observed wetness at the Y/N's opening, speaking volumes to the younger's insatiable appetite.

Jeno, unable to control himself any further, roughly plunged his cock into the deep, moist entrance of Y/N's ass, as the younger let out an audible yelp. The corners of his hole began to slightly bleed to accomdate the first-time stretch.

Overwhelmed from the sudden introduction of seven inches, the thickness of the pole inside him, the pain of his hole ripping slighlty, and the new feeling of being filled, Y/N let out large tears that stained the white sheet below him. Jeno, being the diplomat he was, moved his face closer to Y/N's, cooing at him before encapsulating his lips once again.

The pleasure of the kissing distracted Y/N as the radiating pain from his lower body retreated and only a feeling of fullness remained. Jeno experimented with a small thrust, resulting in an audible moan Jeno heard through their connected mouths. He proceeded to pummel his thick rod into Y/N at a faster pace, enjoying the squeals of the former virgin who felt a constant pressure on his prostate and inside all areas of his passage.

Jeno continued further with a rough animalistic pounding that elicited the arching of Prince Y/N's back and moved him back and forth across the bed with each powerful thrust.

The feeling of the all encapsulating walls of Y/N hugging and squeezing Jeno's cock was emphasized through the various groans the older let out. Y/N was addicted to the pleasure of having his walls filled and stretched out fully, as well as the warmth of the large veiny cock inside him that sent waves of pleasure each time Y/N's prostate was brushed by.

Jeno's thrusts grew more greedy as he became less gentle, eliciting almost musical moans from Y/N, that sounded like he was asking for more. HIs manhood stretched out Y/N's hole fully and gave him a good dicking down that showed a king's true power.

The hilt of Jeno's thick cock smacked Y/N's rim with indescribably pleasureful force that Y/N's eyes could do nothing but roll back. The thought of a large, muscular man, such as Jeno, pounding him with a large cock that fit inside him like a key and satisfied the itch of emptiness inside him that arose earlier in the day led Y/N to a seventh heaven he knew he would have to reach again and again.

"Enjoying my large cock squelching in your boyhole, my prince? Petite little princes like you are designed perfectly for taking a large kingly dick that is far too large for any woman. I'll have you bouncing on my cock and asking for mercy through your moans like this for as long as the two of us live. I'll pound you to the point that you become mine and only mine, my cock is what you'll need to live every single day," Jeno proudly whispered.

The wet sounds of Jeno's large cock infiltrating Y/N's passage, along with their skin slapping together, filled the room with auras of sin and desire.

"UHHH, YESSS, fuck me as rough as you can, your highness. I can't get enough of your large dick, my king, I'm so glad you decided to take me and make me yours, that is exactly what I deserve to be, your cocksleeve and whore," Y/N responded with nothing but pleasure filling his head.

The sounds of sex became more unholy as Jeno's large cock released pre-cum that further lubricated Y/N's walls and increased the squelching, making both more horny as Jeno continued to wreck Y/N's hole mercilessly.

Jeno's golf-ball sized testicles slapped Y/N hard with each thrust, reminding Y/N what a true man's dominance was and felt like inside a bratty boy like him. Y/N wanted nothing more than to succumb to and embrace the fact that he was being manhandled by a true man whom he could never compete with. All he wanted was to be done again and again by Jeno's large cock, be subservient to his desires, be creamed and de-masculinated, and to have his slutty whoreish bussy pummeled like it was asking to be.

Y/N's hole began to slowly comform to Jeno's cock and grow used to it as the thrusts increased, sticking to his massive dick and not letting go of each vein as he pulled out prior to each thrust. Y/N's hole was basically becoming like a real pussy that bulged outwards almost like a flower blooming and reflected each action of Jeno's merciless cock.

Jeno bulged Y/N's stomach with each thrust, rearranging his organs in the process and growing his desire to breed the prince with copious amounts of cum deposited in his hole. Jeno continued to ravage and do Y/N with the sheer girth of his cock that entered Y/N's asshole like a lock fitting in a key. Y/N's prostate was being abused greatly with each rubbing of Jeno's cock's veins against it, resulting in waves of pleasure clouding the minds of both.

Jeno lost control and felt his climax nearing as he pulled out to his glans and pushed over six inches back all in one go for his last thrust, that pushed Y/N over the edge and led to his orgasm while Jeno released multiple spurts of thick cum into Y/N's passage, as a sort of signature on the documentation of their alliance. Jeno continued to push his cock further inside Y/N's hole as each spurt hit Y/N's walls more forcefully, overstimulating the younger. Y/N tiny hole remained stretched well by Jeno's fat cock inside of him that the prince begged to let remain inside.

Jeno reveled in his training of the younger prince and being the one pound and cream his greedy boypussy for the first time, knowing that peace between the kingdoms was secured for all eternity.

"This is a meeting I'll never forget," Y/N sighed with satisfaction while staring at Jeno.

[myscenic]

Pairing: na jaemin x male reader

Genre: college au, smut

Warnings: top!jaemin btm!reader, jaemin is a jerk lol, swearing, protected sex, using a vibrator, public sex

Word Count: 3.9k

Synopsis: jaemin has been annoying y/n non stop for the past few months since they became roommates. one day, jaemin came up to y/n and asked him to play a game, if y/n wins, he's not gonna bother him anymore, if he wins y/n has to do anything he say.

🃁 Note: i had this idea for months and now I'm writing it. kinda not proofread cuz i wrote it in one go so there might be some mistakes, hope u don't mind :)

y/n sighed as he closed his locker. it had only been two months into his first year of college and he was already exhausted. his roommate jaemin was much too hyper and social for y/n's liking. while most found jaemin's constant cheerful attitude endearing, y/n found it extremely draining.

all he wanted was some peace and quiet to study, but it seemed like jaemin was always barging into their dorm room with his loud friends in tow. they would play music, laugh loudly, and generally disrupt y/n's studying. he had tried talking to jaemin about respecting his study time but it never seemed to stick.

it was just morning but y/n felt that he already had a long day. he just wanted to go back to his dorm and rest on his bed with his headphones on. but he couldn't because he still had five classes left until school is out.

y/n was about to walk and get to the history classroom but he saw someone coming up to him, of course it was jaemin. y/n internally groaned, preparing for yet another annoying interruption. as he walked passed, jaemin skipped in front of him, blocking his path.

"yah, y/n! don't leave so fast," jaemin said, still beaming.

y/n sighed, "what do you want?"

"aww don't be like that, i just wanted to walk with you." jaemin pouted.

against his better judgement, y/n found himself pausing. "fine, but make it quick."

“let's play a game!” jaemin said.

“I don't have time for games jaemin." y/n rolled his eyes.

“please!!!!” jaemin begged while shaking y/n.

“fine! you're so annoying.” y/n stopped jaemin

jaemin's grin widened. "we'll play rock paper scissors. best two out of three. if you win, i'll leave you alone to study in peace from now on. but if i win..." he trailed off mysteriously.

“if you win, i'll have to do anything you say?" y/n finished for him with a sigh.

he knew accepting such an open ended condition was risky with jaemin, but part of him was desperate for some quiet study time free of interruptions. it was worth the gamble if it meant finally having the dorm to himself.

"alright, you're on." y/n stuck out his fist. "rock, paper, scissors, shoot!"

their fists blurred as they each threw their choice. y/n's paper smashed jaemin's rock. "one for me," y/n said triumphantly.

jaemin pouted briefly before regaining his grin. "lucky shot. don't get too comfortable yet!"

they played again, this time jaemin throwing scissors to slice through y/n's paper. "tie!"

y/n studied jaemin's face, trying to anticipate his move. but jaemin's expression gave nothing away. they counted down together and revealed their final choices.

to y/n's dismay, jaemin's rock beat his scissors. "looks like i win," Jaemin sang, throwing an arm back around y/n's shoulders.

y/n sighed in defeat. "alright, you got me. i have to do what you say for winning the bet. just nothing too crazy, okay?"

jaemin's smirk grew wider as he pulled something out of his pocket. y/n's eyes widened in shock as he realized what it was - a vibrator. his was stunned.

jaemin's voice dripped with innocence as he held the vibrator up. "put this inside you for a day!" he said, his words laced with a sinister undertone.

y/n's face flushed with anger. "no fucking way i'm doing that, you perv!" he spat.

jaemin's grin only widened. "oh come on, y/n," he taunted. "you made a promise, didn't you? and you know what happens when you lose a bet."

y/n clenched his fists, his frustration boiling over. he couldn't believe he had fallen into jaemin's trap.

"fine," y/n muttered under his breath, his voice laced with irritation. "i’ll do it, but don't think i’m enjoying this."

jaemin's eyes widened in surprise. "well, well, y/n," he chuckled. "looks like you finally came to your senses."

y/n shot him a glare, his eyebrows knitted together in defiance. "don't get too comfortable," he warned, his voice dripping with venom. "this doesn't mean you've won."

with those words hanging in the air, y/n slammed the bathroom door shut, his heart pounding in his chest. he couldn't believe he was actually going through with this, but he had made a promise, and as much as it pained him, he intended to keep it.

inside the bathroom, y/n took a deep breath, trying to steady his racing heart and calm his nerves. he regarded the vibrator in his hand, his thoughts consumed by a mix of trepidation and a stubborn determination not to let jaemin have the satisfaction of breaking him.

he unzipped his jeans, the sound echoing through the quiet bathroom, and with a mixture of hesitation and resignation, pulled them down, exposing his legs. the room felt suffocating, the air heavy with a sense of anticipation and discomfort.

he found himself unable to tear his gaze away from the vibrator, its sleek, smooth surface glinting under the harsh bathroom lights.

as he positioned himself on the edge of the cold porcelain sink, y/n's thoughts raced, a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. he couldn't deny the tingling sensation that coursed through his body, a strange mix of apprehension and curiosity.

with a trembling hand, y/n brought the vibrator closer to his exposed entrance, his breath hitching in his throat. the room seemed to grow quieter, the sound of his own heartbeat filling his ears. he closed his eyes, trying to drown out the world around him.

and then, with a mix of determination and resignation, y/n slowly inserted the vibrator, his body tensing as it filled him. the feeling was strange and weird.

y/n's face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and arousal as he let out a shaky breath, his mind clouded with a mix of conflicting emotions. he couldn't help but wonder what jaemin's reaction would be, how he would gloat and revel in his victory.

y/n's heart sank as he walked into his class, only to find jaemin smirking and waving at him from the back seats. his eyes narrowed in frustration as jaemin signaled for him to come and sit with him. the classroom seemed to shrink in size, trapping y/n in an uncomfortable tension.

reluctantly, y/n made his way towards jaemin, his steps heavy with resentment. as he approached, he couldn't help but notice the empty seats around them. it seemed luck was on their side, as no one else had chosen to sit in such close proximity.

jaemin's smirk widened as y/n took the seat beside him, their isolation heightening the intensity of their encounter. the atmosphere grew thick with an unspoken challenge as the rest of the class carried on, oblivious to the power dynamics unfolding at the back.

with a low chuckle, jaemin leaned closer to y/n, his voice dripping with mischief. "well, well, look who decided to join me," he taunted, his eyes glinting with a mixture of amusement and dominance. "i hope you're ready for a little private session, y/n."

the class carried on with an unexpected peace, and y/n couldn't help but feel a sense of unease settle over him. jaemin, usually relentless in his torment, seemed strangely quiet and focused on his own work. it was an unsettling calm that sent shivers down y/n's spine.

just as y/n began to relax into the illusion of safety, the professor's voice broke through the silence, calling on y/n to answer a question. his heart skipped a beat, realizing that he was about to be thrust into the spotlight.

with a determined resolve, y/n stood up, ready to showcase his knowledge to the class. but as he did, he felt an unexpected vibration inside his body. his body tensed, a wave of pleasure coursing through him. he quickly covered it up with a well timed cough, trying to mask the sensations that threatened to overwhelm him.

his eyes shot daggers at jaemin, who sat beside him with a devious smirk on his face. it was clear that jaemin did this, using the remote to prank y/n in front of the entire class. the audacity of it all infuriated y/n, but jaemin's innocent expression only added fuel to the fire.

y/n's glare intensified, the mix of pleasure and anger warring within him. he was determined not to let jaemin's games break him. with a deep breath, he regained his composure and focused on the question at hand, determined to answer it flawlessly despite the distracting vibrations.

as y/n opened his mouth to speak, he could feel the vibrations intensify, threatening to disrupt his concentration. but he refused to let it deter him. with a steely gaze, he locked eyes with the professor, his voice steady and confident as he delivered his answer.

the classroom seemed to hold its breath, the tension palpable as y/n powered through the unwanted sensations. he wouldn't give jaemin the satisfaction of seeing him falter. not this time.

y/n's legs trembled uncontrollably, the persistent vibrations from the hidden vibrator wreaking havoc on his concentration. it became increasingly difficult to string together coherent thoughts, let alone answer the professor's question with clarity.

as the struggle intensified, the professor's concerned voice cut through the haze. "y/n, are you feeling alright?" the professor inquired, genuine worry etched on their face.

y/n's mind raced, desperately searching for an excuse to escape this torment. in a moment of desperation, he feigned illness, hoping to gain some respite. "i... i'm feeling kind of sick," he stammered, his voice strained.

professor xu's expression softened, concern evident in her eyes. "oh, i'm sorry to hear that. please, have a seat and take care of yourself," the professor responded with genuine care and compassion.

jaemin's chuckle quietly.

summoning every ounce of courage, y/n mustered the strength to ask the professor for permission to go to the bathroom. it was his only chance at escaping the relentless vibrations and regaining control over his own body.

"professor xu, may i be excused to use the restroom?" y/n requested, his voice strained but determined.

the professor nodded sympathetically, granting y/n's request. "of course, y/n. take your time and feel better," she replied, her caring tone contrasting sharply with jaemin's gleeful laughter.

y/n rose from his seat, his legs still trembling from the lingering effects of the vibrator. with a mix of frustration and relief, he made his way out of the classroom, determined to regain his composure and come up with a plan to turn the tables on jaemin.

as y/n entered the bathroom, a wave of relief washed over him. at least here, he could finally escape jaemin. the empty stalls beckoned to him, promising a momentary reprieve from jaemin's stupid little games.

but just as he was about to step inside to a stall and finally take out the vinrator, the sound of the bathroom door swinging open shattered his hopes. his eyes widened in disbelief as jaemin sauntered into the room, a wicked grin playing across his lips.

y/n’s breath caught in his throat, his body freezing in place. how could jaemin always manage to ruin even the smallest moments of respite?

jaemin's eyes gleamed with malicious intent as he locked gazes with y/n. "well, well, well," he sneered. "looks like you were trying to escape, huh?"

y/n's jaw clenched as he fought to maintain his composure. he refused to let Jaemin see how much he was affected by these games. "what do you want?" y/n spat.

jaemin's grinned, his gaze roaming over y/n's trembling form. "oh, just thought i'd join you for a little bathroom break," he taunted, taking deliberate steps closer to y/n. "after all, it's much more fun to watch you squirm in person."

y/n's frustration reached its boiling point as he mustered the strength to confront Jaemin. "stop this, you jerk!" he exclaimed, “you’re gonna be so fucking dead after this.”

jaemin's eyes narrowed, relishing in y/n's display of defiance. he responded. "oh, you want me to turn it up? sure thing!" he taunted, his fingers swiftly adjusting the remote to its highest level.

the sudden surge of intensity overwhelmed y/n, his body convulsing uncontrollably as waves of pleasure crashed over him. his resistance crumbled, and he couldn't hold back any longer. with a shuddering moan, he came, collapsing onto the cold bathroom floor, his body trembling in the aftermath.

y/n struggled to form coherent words, his voice strained and shaky. "y-you... bitch..." he managed to gasp, his breath ragged as he fought to regain his composure.

jaemin's laughter echoed through the bathroom, his amusement evident as he took in the sight of y/n's wet pants.

jaemin's laughter subsided as he saw the defeated state of y/n before him. with a smug smirk, he decided to grant y/n a brief respite. "alright, alright, fine," he sneered, turning off the vibrator.

y/n's body trembled as he lay on the floor, his breathing slowly returning to normal. the intense pleasure had left him drained and vulnerable. he mustered the strength to raise his gaze to meet jaemin's mocking eyes.

"you son of a bitch you almost made me cum during class!" y/n hissed.

jaemin's grin faltered for a moment, his dominant facade momentarily shaken by y/n's unexpected resistance. he chuckled softly, his tone dripping with condescension. "oh, how amusing," he replied, his voice filled with false sympathy. "i should’ve turned it higher then."

jaemin's sadistic smirk remained intact as he extended a hand to help y/n up from the cold bathroom floor. y/n, still reeling from the intense pleasure and the rush of conflicting emotions, hesitantly accepted the gesture, unaware of what jaemin had in store for him.

as y/n thought the torture was finally over, jaemin pulled him into one of the stalls. confusion washed over y/n. before he could voice his confusion, jaemin's voice dripped with anticipation and mischief. "i’m not done having fun yet," he teased, relishing in y/n's bewilderment.

y/n's eyes widened. "no way you're doing it here!" he protested, his words laced with anger and desperation.

jaemin's chuckled. "but y/n, you seem to have forgotten," he taunted. "you lost, remember? and when you lose, you have no say."

y/n's mind raced, searching for any shred of control he could hold onto. he mustered his courage and shot back. "at least not in public, you bastard!" he spat.

jaemin's smirk deepened, his confidence unwavering. "ohh~ so you mean we can do it in our dorms, huh?" he mused. he leaned in closer, his hot breath grazing y/n's ear, his smirk sending shivers down y/n's spine. "well, too bad. you made me so fucking hard and i’m gonna fuck you now."

“strip.”

y/n did as jaemin commanded him to strip. with a heavy sigh, y/n reluctantly began to remove his clothes, piece by piece.

his face flushed with humiliation as each garment fell to the floor, leaving him exposed and vulnerable in front of his tormentor. the sound of fabric hitting the ground echoed in the confined space of the bathroom stall, intensifying the rawness of the moment.

jaemin watched with a predatory gaze. he savored every inch of y/n's body, his eyes lingering on y/n's exposed skin, his attention fixated on the curves and contours that adorned y/n's form.

y/n's heart pounded in his chest as he stood before jaemin, completely naked.

jaemin's voice took on a new tone as he uttered the unexpected words, "damn, you look beautiful..." the shift in his demeanor caught y/n off guard, momentarily confusing him amidst the whirlwind of emotions. he couldn't help but blush at the unexpected compliment, his cheeks turning a shade of crimson.

as jaemin's fingers grazed against y/n's exposed skin, a surprising tenderness accompanied his touch. the gentle caress sent shivers down y/n's spine. the softness of jaemin's touch seemed comforting.

y/n's blush deepened as he felt the warmth of jaemin's hand explore his body with surprising delicacy. fingertips traced lightly along y/n's curves.

a surge of surprise coursed through y/n as jaemin swiftly stripped off his own clothes, revealing his throbbing, erect cock. y/n's eyes widened, unable to tear his gaze away from the sight before him.

y/n couldn't help but let out a mumbled curse under his breath, the word "jerk" slipping past his lips. jaemin's grinned at y/n's reaction, clearly relishing in his power over him. "oh, y/n, i know you're secretly enjoying this too," he chuckled, his voice dripping with amusement. "look at your cock, it's betraying you," he taunted.

y/n's face flushed even deeper, his embarrassment mingling with a hint of reluctant pleasure. he averted his gaze, his voice trembling slightly as he spoke. "shut up and just do it already," he muttered.

jaemin's licked his lips. "alright~," he replied. jaemin took a condom packet out of his pants’ pocket. he wrapped the condom around his cock and closed the distance between them, his hand firmly gripping his own pulsating cock. the air crackled with tension as he positioned himself, ready to take what he desired.

as jaemin entered y/n, a sharp gasp escaped y/n's lips, immediately followed by a loud, unabashed moan. the sensation of jaemin filling him sent waves of pleasure coursing through his body.

jaemin smirked. "you wouldn't want to get caught, would you?" he teased, his words laced with a twisted sense of control. "be quiet," he said coldly.

y/n's moans transformed into stifled whimpers as he desperately tried to comply with jaemin's demand. the struggle to keep his voice at a hushed level only heightened the intensity of the experience, pushing y/n to the edge of his limits.

with each forceful thrust, jaemin expertly hit y/n's sweet spot. y/n's mind was consumed by the overwhelming sensation, he wanted to moan out loud. yet, he fought against it, struggling to maintain the facade of silence as jaemin's relentless teasing continued.

jaemin, noticing y/n's internal struggle, couldn't resist taunting him further. his voice dripped with cruel amusement as he whispered, his breath hot against y/n's ear, "i can see how badly you want to scream, to let evyerine know how good you’re taking my cock. but you know what happens if you do, don't you?" the threat laced within his words only fueled y/n's inner battle.

y/n's body quivered with the desperate need to release his pent-up moans, the pleasure building to an almost unbearable peak. jaemin keep stroking his cock, pushing him closer to the edge, the pressure mounting with every electrifying sensation. y/n's mouth opened slightly, a suppressed whimper escaping, but he quickly clamped his lips shut, stifling the sound.

as jaemin's thrusts became sloppy, his control slipping away, both he and y/n could feel the impending release drawing near. the intensity of their connection grew with each erratic movement, pushing them both closer to the edge of climax.

"i'm so close, y/n," jaemin gasped. a wicked smile playing on his lips. "let's cum together, yeah?" he suggested.

y/n, overwhelmed by the pleasure coursing through his body, could only manage a nod in response. his mind was consumed by the impending release.

jaemin's thrusts became more erratic, his grip on y/n's hips tightening as he approached the edge.

with a final, powerful thrust, jaemin let out a moan, his body convulsing as he spilled his hot seed deep into the condom. y/n could feel the wariness of jaemin’s cum. his body trembling as he released his own pleasure, their moans blending together.

both y/n and jaemin were left breathless, their bodies entangled in the aftermath of their intense release. their gazes locked, satisfaction and connection shining in their eyes.

as the waves of pleasure gradually subsided, y/n and jaemin were left panting, their bodies still intertwined, basking in the aftermath of their intense release. the room was filled with heavy breathing and the scent of sex lingering in the air.

jaemin slowly pulled out, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips as he admired the sight of his cum fully filling the condom. with a mischievous glint in his eyes, he held up the condom, examining the milky contents within.

"look at all that cum," jaemin said with a hint of pride in his voice. he brought the condom closer to y/n's face, teasingly waving it in front of him. "see what you made me do? you made me cum so fucking hard."

y/n's cheeks flushed of embarrassment and arousal as he glanced at the evidence of their passionate encounter.

jaemin chuckled softly. "you loved it, didn't you? feeling me empty myself inside you.”

y/n's breath hitched at jaemin's words, a shiver running down his spine. his gaze remained fixed on the condom, the explicit reminder of the pleasure they had indulged in together.

jaemin continued to tease y/n. he leaned close to y/n's ear.

"it's such a pity that i can't fill my seed inside of you," jaemin whispered.

y/n's blushed. he mustered up the courage to respond, feeling embarrassed.

"shut up!" y/n snapped, “you’re lucky this time…”

"oh, feisty, aren't we?" jaemin chuckled. "but we both know deep down that you love it~"

y/n stumbled over his words, his voice coming out in a soft, stuttering tone.

"w-whatever," y/n managed to say, his voice quivering. "we still have classes... we should... we should get dressed and go."

jaemin's smirk softened slightly, his eyes flickered at y/n's flustered state.

"fine, fine," jaemin said boringly.

jaemin, still wearing a satisfied grin, helped y/n gather their clothes scattered around the room. with gentle hands, he guided y/n into his clothes, taking extra care to ensure he was properly dressed. as y/n slipped on his pants, jaemin's eyes lingered on the damp spot between his legs, a reminder of their recent intimate escapade.

noticing y/n's wet pants, jaemin couldn't resist a teasing remark. he grabbed his jacket, wrapping it around y/n's waist. his touch was lingering, his fingers brushing against y/n's skin as he secured the jacket.

"i don't think anyone would want to see your wet pants," jaemin teased. his playful taunting earned him a soft hit from y/n, accompanied by a deeper blush that spread across his cheeks.

“i hate you..” y/n muttered.

with a final chuckle, jaemin left the bathroom, leaving y/n alone to gather his thoughts and finish getting ready for his classes. as the door closed, the room fell into a momentary silence, giving y/n a chance to reflect on the encounter they had just shared.

hours later, the final bell rang, signaling the end of the school day. jaemin spotted y/n walking towards the dorms, and he quickened his pace to catch up with him.

“hey, wait for me!” jaemin shouted.

once they reached the dorm together, y/n wasted no time. he grabbed jaemin's hands and led him straight to his bedroom. jaemin was confused.

without hesitation, y/n pushed jaemin onto the bed, pinning his hands on the bedsheet. a smirk danced across his lips as he leaned in.

"i think we have some unfinished business to attend to, don't you think?"

[jaeyong-sucker]

monster

pairing: lee jeno x male reader

genre: smut (i mean what else lmao)

warnings: monster under the bed!jeno x male reader, unprotected sex, rough sex, blowjobs, face fucking, anilingus, posssessiveness, breeding, mention of blood

note: its my first time writing something in a looooong while and i honestly forgot how to write lol forgive the rusty writing... not proofread TT... basically it's male reader and jeno fucking like rabbits since they have the whole place to themselves

your roommate has already boarded the bus. the symbolic angel on your shoulder berates you for just watching him carry the luggage that can almost engulf him while the demon cheers you on for being selfish and following the throbbing feeling between your legs. finally, you have the whole room to yourself and you find yourself thanking the chancellor for approving a two week break from your university. you don't remember the last time you spoke to the

“has he already left?” you feel its hot breath graze your neck as its scaly claws caress your waist. a blush crept up your cheeks as you hear its voice again after god knows how long. 

“we have the whole room to ourselves now.” you turn around and nuzzle its hairy chest. it's the same warm chest you've known since fifteen years ago. 

you were no stranger to loneliness. it was with you as early as the age of three when the kids in the park deliberately ignored you and has introduced you to the feeling of being invisible despite being present at the moment. it was there when your whole family went on a trip to london thinking everyone is present when they didn't even bother waking up the middle child (you). it followed you like a shadow from kindergarten up to college. 

but there was jeno. or that was what you liked to call it. It started with the scratching noises under your bed that kept you awake at night. you thought it was just your older brother doing whatever stupid thing he thought of in the middle of the night. but then, he sleeps early and is a heavy sleeper at that. curiosity kicks in and you recall the stories your teacher told you about monsters lingering under your bed. now was the time to test it out. 

gently kneeling to the floor and crouching low enough to see the bottom of the bed, you took a flashlight with the purpose of finding the monster. you didn't need the flashlight to see the faint, glowing eyes staring back at you. you froze. the scream you were about to let out got stuck in your throat. your pulse quickened as you stopped breathing. somehow, you were able to see its long arms that has scales, its claws that looked like it could kill you by one simple scratch, its dark, hairy body and scaly legs and tail. there is a monster! 

kids your age would surely scream at the sight of the grotesque creature but somehow, you don't find yourself scared of this unknown being. rather, a warmth rises on your chest and you feel oddly calmed by the monster's presence. the initial fear turned into fascination. maybe you weren't alone. 

“i’m y/n.” you whisper before extending your hand for the monster to shake. the monster just stares back for god knows how long before extending its scaly hand and lets out a low grunt as if to acknowledge your presence. the warmth of the gesture made up for its cold hands. you find yourself smiling at the newfound connection as you squeeze the monster's cold hands. 

“i’ll call you jeno.”

since that night, you crouch down on the floor to talk to the monster about your day. whether it be receiving a long lecture about being good from your parents or the bullies at school stealing your lunch. the monster didn't seem to be annoyed at your endless yapping. well, it did release a low sound every time you said something just like how a normal person would nod if someone said something to them. you would even hand it a plate of cookies which he wouldn't touch as you talk, but would be empty by the time you wake up in the morning. 

he was your only friend and you didn't bother making other friends at school. you know you wouldn't fit in anyway. you cam home one time and found a kid looking like your age sitting on your bed. the boy was handsome, dashing. he smiles at you that his eyes turn into crescents. maybe this is how the other kids whenever they saw their “crush” or something like that. that was when you discovered jeno could shapeshift into humanㅡor anything else, who knows?ㅡand this sweet feeling of having a crush. you grew up with jeno as your only friend every evening that he even followed you when you moved into a dorm for college. 

jeno morphed into his human form. you don't know what happened but you were sure he'd gone shameless after knowing how your dick worked when you were in puberty. in your childhood years, he would transform into a boy with clothes on. when you were in your teens, he would appear shirtless, which made you look at his defined muscles in his upper body. later, he would appear just in boxers or wearing nothing at all. 

just like right now. he smiles at you like a puppy as if he isn't aware of the effect his bare body has on you. he smiles as if he weren't aware of the tent forming in your pants as he flexes his abdomen and chest muscles and twitches his hanging cock. 

wordlessly, he carries you to your bed before laying you down gently on the soft mattress. he pulls away your clothes and underwear before joining beside you. jeno stretches out his arm, which you use as a pillow, before pulling you closer by your waist. you find yourself burying your face to the warmth of jeno’s muscled chest as your hands roam in the expanse of his muscled abdomen. 

you softly moan at the familiar comfort cuddling with jeno brings. this must be the feeling of highschool love. being elated and giggly and flustered and the simplest of jeno's touches. you don't care that you feel ugly with your messy hair and your bloated body. jeno was always there to assure you that you're the prettiest. one of his favorite things to do is planting kisses on your forehead, which makes you feel safe and cared for. 

“i miss laying next to you,” you whisper before cupping his cheeks and kissing his soft lips. 

“you’ll be sleeping next to me for the next two weeks or so,” he smiles back and presses a kiss to your temple. he carefully lays on his back before pulling you up on his chest. gazing softly at your features, he cups your cheeks and kisses the top of your head. “you are so beautiful, baby,” his low, adoring voice sends butterflies churning in your stomach. “i won't get tired looking at your pretty face, princess.” 

princess. princess. he knows what he's doing when he says that word accompanied by kisses all over your face and his hands caressing your sides. he sits up and pulls you on his lap before kissing your neck while his hands finds their place on your taut nipples. his actions draw out a long moan from you. when was the last time he has touched you like this? he finds that sweet spot on your neck before assaulting it with kisses. there it goes. there goes the sticky liquid oozing from your dick in response to jeno’s kisses. 

your dick stands firm next to his semi-erect one. he kisses and sucks your nipples adding up to your arousal. grunting from impatience, you pull his hair before slamming your lips to his. immediately, jeno responds, curling his tongue with yours and groping your ass. he grips the back of your head as he inserts his tongue in your mouth, dominating the kiss like he usually does. he bites your lip before slurping your tongue like he's never kissed you in years, making the kiss sloppy and messy, drool coating your lips and dripping down your chins. 

your hand reaches down, grabbing his throbbing cock that got significantly harder and bigger the moment your lips met, although his cock hasn't reached its full erection. he releases a deep moan as you wrap your hand around it and give slow strokes on the cockhead. moaning from pleasure, he grinds against your hand before inserting a few fingers inside your hole. 

jeno pulls away from the kiss before attacking your chest with bites and kisses. he smirks as you moan loudly as he hits that sweet prostate with his fingers. he ups your arousal by biting and kissing your nipples. 

“jeno,” you moan shamelessly while stroking his cock harder and faster that it grows bigger and harder from your touch. he curses loudly as you wrap a hand around the glans before playing with the slit with your thumb. jeno loves it when you give his cock your special attention. especially when you toy at the tip and draw the precum out by playing with the slit. he leans back at the headboard, cursing and grunting and moaning in carnal bliss as you play with the tip with one hand and stroke his huge length with the other. 

“suck me,” he orders and you wasted no minute getting down on your knees before wrapping your lips around his tip. you spit on his cock, lathering it with so much drool that it's nasty. just how jeno fucking loves it. you pull away shortly to admire jeno’s huge cock that is almost as big as your forearm and is so veiny. you softly lick the veins that his cock twitches and leaks desperately. not wanting to waste any time teasing, you immediately bob your head over his enormous length that it draws a delicious “fuuucccck,” from him. his hand finds itself in your locks before pressing your head down to take all of his length. instantly, you grab on his meaty thighs as you feel his hips thrust into your face. 

jeno has never fucked your throat so deep that you could feel it poking your stomach. he fucks your face so rough. so rough that you feel his carnal desires. so rough that your jaw might fall off. “fuck, your mouth feels fucking amazing,” he whimpers as he penetrates your throat deeper, reaching new depths as if having your nose harshly pressed against the patch of hair on jeno’s crotch wasn't already deep enough. still, you bob your head to please jeno even if his cock assaults the walls of your throat. you want to make him feel good after all. 

chest heaving and sweat trickling his body, jeno pulls you away from his cock before making you sit on his face. he wastes no time lapping and feasting around your tight hole like a hungry beast. jeno lands a harsh slap on your butt cheek before wiggling his tongue around the rim of your hole. eager to taste your ass, jeno grips both cheeks, spreads them apart before pressing his face in your ass before ravaging it. 

legs trembling, you squeal out shamelessly, “more, jeno, please,” before leaning forward to suck off his angry cock. jeno eats you out so deep, so good that you feel his tongue toying with your prostate as his thumbs insert themselves inside your hole, stretching you apart. you suck him off desperately, gagging nastily as his cock hits the back of your throat. the delicious taste of his cock makes you moan around him hard that he thrusts upwards to chase the bliss your throat gives his cock. 

the room gets filled with sounds of jeno slurping and spitting on your hole and you gagging on his cock and occasional squeals from you as jeno relentlessly eats you out deeper and abuses your prostate with his tongue. he buries his face deeper, almost suffocating himself in the depths of your ass as he slurps and tongues the insides of your hole, driving you crazy as he pushes you to the edge. 

“jeno! close!” you whimper desperately as you grip his cock. you even grind against his face as you feel your orgasm building up. smirking, jeno pulls away before making you lay on your back. he wraps his mouth around your dick before bobbing his head eagerly, while four of his fingers stretch your hole and pleasure your prostate, pushing you closer to an awaited orgasm. 

“fuck, fuck, fuck! jeno!” you squeal on top of your lungs as you release your cum in jeno’s mouth. desperate for more pleasure, you thrust into his mouth with your legs wrapped around his head. jeno moans around your dick, increasing the bliss and erupting more loads of cum from your dick. he smirks as he sees you blissed out. whole body sweaty, chest heaving, and eyes closed due to pleasure. vulnerable and naked. jeno loves seeing this sight of you and he lives for it. 

impatiently, he pulls away from your cock before spitting out your cum to his palm before using it to lube his cock. none of you feel the need to reach out for the lube in the nearby drawer. the carnal needs are too difficult to ignore. not when you're both naked and too horny to be logical. 

“put it in me, please,” you whimper as you feel jeno prodding your rim with the tip of his cock. you're so desperate. so desperate you could die if you won't have jeno's juicy cock inside of you. so desperate to have him when you're legs are spread out and all he needs is to insert that fucking dick inside your hole begging to be filled with his cock and eventually, his cum. with jeno's smirkㅡthat fucking annoying smirkㅡyou knew you had to beg for it. 

“please, jeno. please!” you tear up as jeno takes his sweet time playing and tapping with the rim of your hols with his cockhead. if he gets childish and annoying he probably is drawing imaginary faces around your rim. “put it in now, please,” you squeal needily, begging jeno to just put that fucking cock inside. 

“so fucking needy,” he chuckles as his slaps your inner thigh before inserting the tip just to pull it out again. you whimper at the absence of his cock before begging again. he could no longer be patient. he immediately inserts his cock without warning that it draws out blissed out moans from the both of you. he groans at the warm, tight feeling of your whole while you whimper at the delicious stretch his huge cock does to your tiny hole. jeno lets out a long guttural moan, praising how tight you clamp his cock before putting your legs against his shoulders. he thrusts moderately into you, knowing how you liked being stretched by his cock. his thick cock drags through your tight walls, eliciting lustful groans from you as he hits the sweetest spots inside you. the stretch is just so fucking good you could cry at how good jeno uses his cock to please you.

“fuck, you feel so fucking good, princess,” he grunts as he intertwines his fingers with yours and pinning it on the sheets. while hitting your prostate consistently, he leans down, capturing your lips for a fervent kiss. teeth clashing and tongues dancing, jeno grunts as he presses a hand down your throat, making you submit to his dominance. he smirks, ravaging your mouth as he is in control. pulling away, he gets to your neck and leaves kisses before leaving marks that would take more than a week to fade. wanting to hear you moan louder, he keans down and slurps your nipple while playing with the other by giving it soft pinches and rubs. 

“oh god, jeno!” you scream as you wrap your limbs around him. your nails dig in his back and scratch, drawing blood, as he thrusts deeper and bulges your stomach. “fuck, fuck, fuck, jeno! more!” you squeal as you wrap your legs around his waist, locking him in to fuck you deeper. 

grunting, he presses your legs to your chest, making you whimper at the stretch in your hamstrings and the deeper position for him to penetrate you. he cages your face with his arms, making him see every blissed out expression you make as he assaults your prostate harder. “do you like this, baby? like how my cock makes you feel?” he asks before spitting a huge load on your face. dick twitching at the action, you nod and stick your tongue out, waiting for another huge load of spit from jeno. smirking, he wordlessly inserts two finger inside your mouth, making you gag at the sudden intrusion. you suck his fingers and swirl your tongue around them while looking at him with blissed out teary eyes. 

“god, look at you, babe. you're such a fucking slut for me.” he chuckles darkly as he thrusts his fingers in your throat. “who would've thought the nerd in uni is such a dirty bitch under me? you'd do anything just for me to fuck you, right?” he holds your waist with a bruising grip as he slams you to his cock, meeting his deep, greedy thrusts. 

“yes, daddy! i love how you make me feel good with your cock!” you squeal in between moans while clenching tightly around his cock, knowing how much jeno loves it tight. daddy. that word ignites a carnal desire inside  jeno every time jeno hears it from you. just like right now where he manhandles you into all fours and fucks you wilder than he did before. 

“what did you call me, princess? say that word again.” he growls in your ear as he grips your waist harsher and lands a stinging spank in your ass. 

“fuck me harder, daddy! fuck me so hard that i couldn't walk for days!” you moan out, your voice hoarse from screaming earlier. on cue, jeno reaches out for your hair, giving it a harsh grip that it deliciously burns your scalp. he tugs it harshly, pulling you close to him, your back arching hard as he penetrates you from behind. “fuck, i miss fucking you like this princess,” he grunts as he kisses your back before leaving bites that would turn into bright red marks. 

“i miss holding you like this and fucking you until your hold starts dripping with my cum.” he whispers nastily against your ears as he licks and bites on your earlobe. “i won’t stop fucking you until you get pregnant with my child.” you squeal sluttilly as he pinches your taut nipples and reaches for your dick and pumping it aggressively. jeno just fucks so good it's impossible for you to form a coherent word to talk back to him. what came out of your mouth are incoherent, broken moans and whimpers that just sounded musically arousing to jeno's ears. your moans go straight to his cock, stimulates it and just signals his sexual urges to pummel deeper into you to give in to the pleasure provided by sex. 

“fuck, jeno! make me pregnant please! breed me that i bloat and carry your children! fuck, please, jeno!” jeno smirks as you shriek uncontrollably like a slut to which he responds by gripping your hair and pressing your head down the bed while he grabs your hands and presses them behind your back. he extends his leg to the side and mercilessly thrusts his cock, not caring about you anymore. you'll take it anyway as long as it's jeno. shrieks and squeaks come from you as jeno fucks you harsher and wilder that you cry out your pleasure in the pillows. 

the whole room reeks of sweat and all that could be heard are skins slapping and grunts and moans and squeals that all came from pleasure. these get significantly intense and louder as you both near your orgasms. feeling his cock throbbing as he feels his climax, he immediately flips you on your back and jerks your dick, knowing how your body contorts in pleasure when your orgasm hints its arrival. 

“fuck, i wanna breed you so bad that you get pregnant,” he grunts, sweat dripping from his temples as he grips the back of your legs and presses them next to your ears, fucking you in the deepest position yet. you tear up and whimper from the stretch and the building up orgasm. “breed me please! i want you hot cum in me, please! daddy, cum in me! knock me up, please, daddy!” you curse shamelessly, gripping the sheets tightly they could rip, but you couldn't care less. jeno's fucking you deliciously, driving you to your climax. 

your moans and jeno’s grunts level the volume of the bed creaking and headboard hitting the wall. jeno doesn't stop pounding deeply into you that you feel so fucking sensitive everywhere. too blisses out and pleasured to register the scent of sweat coating your bodies and the squelchy and filthy sounds the steady thrusts jeno makes. your mind is in a haze, barely able to breathe at how fast and hard jeno fucks his cock inside you. your head is in the clouds, sensitively savoring the feeling of being fucked wildly in the best way. 

“whore.” jeno lands a harsh slap on your face. his thrusts get unstable and inconsistent as his cock throbs harder and harder. growling, jeno grabs you by the throat. “you are fucking mine. got that?!” 

“yes! yes! yes!” all you could do was scream in carnal bliss as thick ropes of cum spurts out from your dick as jeno moans loudly, filling you up with his hot load. his relentless thrusts don't come to a stop. they get rather intense that you swear you hear a leg of the bed crack from the strength of his thrusts. he chases his orgasm that he screams so loud that the neighboring dorms could hear. he thrusts and thrusts until he couldn't handle the sensitivity of his cock while you squirt messily all over your body that it soils the sheets. 

shakily, he leans in and slams his lips into yours, eating your face hungrily. you reciprocate, dancing your tongue with his as you recover from the high of your orgasms. he pulls away, planting a kiss on your forehead before resting his head on your neck. 

you stay like that for a while, waiting for your breathe to steady. when it does, jeno gently pulls out his cock from your hole and moans as he admires the sight of his cum gloriously oozing out of your wrecked hole. it's amazing how your puckered rim clenches and unclenches around nothing and couldn't meet when it clenches. jeno leans down and feasts on his release. he kisses your rim before giving it the softest of licks before slurping all his cum inside your hole. he licks the piss and the cum scattered all over your torso before passing it to you through a passionate and messy kiss. jeno plays with the fluids before passing it you as he sucks your lips and tongue. 

moaning in contentment from the passionate makeout session, you pull back, and lay on his arm after pulling it. jeno pulls you close by your waist and plants a loving kiss on your forehead. 

“how are you, baby?” he asks, voiced gentle as if he's a different person from the one who fucked you wildly earlier. he caresses your butt cheek, knowing how sore it felt after being the receiving end of his harsh slaps. 

“so sore,” you whimper as you scoot closer, finding comfort in jeno's warm embrace as you nuzzle his chest. nothing beats the feeling of being cuddled by him after being used like a ragdoll prior. and you look to have more cuddles with him thanks to the absence of roommates. 

“i love you, baby,” he lands a peck on your lips. “do you want to get cleaned up right now?” 

“just… cuddles first, then we'll take a warm bath.” you reply and jeno couldn't resist cooing at how cute you respond. we'll that's what good sex does to you. and only jeno does that to you. 

“take a rest, then, baby.” he lands a kiss on your forehead. 

“we have the whole place to ourselves to recreate those things in your X bookmarks.” 

[jaemmphilia]

thinking about jeno bringing his twin daughters on your first date because his babysitter cancelled on him at the last second....

"girls, say hi to my.. friend," jeno says, a slight hesitance in his voice. the two girls clinging to his legs slowly peer up at the new face in front of them, their big brown eyes scanning y/n's frame with uncertainty.

a beat goes by when one of the girls speaks, her dark pigtails bouncing as she shifts nervously.

"hi.." she says softly, bowing her body at an angle, just like her daddy taught her. "my name is eunbi.."

y/n gives her his sweetest smile. he wasn't expecting company on his first date with jeno, but how could be upset when jeno's daughters are the cutest little ladies he's ever seen?

"it's nice to meet you, eunbi. my name is y/n," y/n introduces himself, his hand reaching out to lightly shake the girl's much smaller hand.

this prompts the other little girl to speak up, seeing her sister interact with the handsome stranger.

"my name is eunchae!" she calls out, removing her body from her daddy's pant leg. she bounces up next to her sister and holds out her little hand, waiting for y/n to shake it.

"eunbi and eunchae, hm? such pretty names for two pretty girls," y/n says with a smile, the girls giggling behind their hands at his sweet words.

"i'm sorry that they're crashing the date. my babysitter cancelled on me like, less than 5 minutes ago." jeno says with a heavy sigh and a hand brushing his hair back.

y/n waved a dismissive hand at jeno. the male really didn't mind jeno bringing his daughters along, that much was clear.

"don't worry about it, i'm actually glad you brought them," y/n confesses, laughing at the way jeno's eyes practically bulge out of his head.

"really? forgive my shock, but most people would be upset," jeno points out, making y/n roll his eyes.

"i'm not most people, jeno," y/n points out, his arms crossed and an eyebrow cocked. jeno feels his heart beat faster at the sheer sight of y/n.

"yeah, right - uhm," jeno stutters and clears his throat, his cheeks, ears, and neck feeling warm all of a sudden.

"daddy, we're hungry!" eunchae calls out, tugging on his hand to get his attention. jeno shakes his head and claps his hands once.

"let's go eat, shall we?" he says and the four of them walk in the direction of a kid-friendly cafe, y/n holding eunbi's hand as they walk while jeno holds eunchae's.

credits to jaemmphilia, 2024. do not copy, claim, post on other platforms or feed my work into ai.

[kpopsexstories]

NCT Dream Dating Ban #8: All 7 members Pt. 2/3

NCT Dream can’t date girls. As their gay friend you help them out with their sexual needs. (Part 2 of 3)

This is a 100% gay smut story. Check out this post for my straight smut and this post for more gay smut.

Pairing: NCT Dream x Male Reader

Content: The boys of NCT Dream engage in an insanely hot orgie.

Type of Sex: WILD

Word Count: 4.6k

Previous parts in the NCT Dream 'Dating Ban' series: Jisung Pt. 1, Jisung Pt. 2, Haechan, Mark, Renjun Pt. 1, Renjun Pt. 2, Jeno Pt. 1, Jeno Pt. 2, Chenle, Jaemin Pt. 1, Jaemin Pt. 2, All Members Pt. 1.

Renjun glares lustfully at you, then shuts his eyes hard and opens his mouth wide when you stretch his hole open. You're naked on your back in your best friend Jisung's bed, and Renjun is sitting on his knees over your crotch.

When you glance to your left your eyes meet Jeno's. He's stretched long on his arms, towering over Jisung who's rubbing shoulders with you. Jeno smirks at you while he fucks your friend slowly but with passion missionary style, eagerly observing Renjun and yourself as your dick slides deeper into Renjun's ass.

Behind the twink riding your cock you can see the faces, shoulders and torsos of Mark and Haechan. They too have taken their clothes off. They stand naked by the foot of the bed, drooling and massaging their boners as they watch the live porn unfolding before their eyes.

Who would have thought that this is where you'd all end up? The whole scene is insane, but when you think about it it's not actually that surprising.

It's your last day with the boys and you have already had sex with each one of them individually. Of course they want to make the most of the few hours you have left together.

Renjun leans forward to kiss your lips. He bends his spine and rocks his ass back and forth in your arms, gliding on your thighs and stomach and engulfing the full length of your shaft. The slippery sensation is wonderful.

Jeno returns his focus to Jisung, who has his legs spread wide and knees in the air. His thigh keeps brushing against Renjun's beside him. Jeno groans of pleasure when he pulls himself back and forth on his elbows, shoving his dick repeatedly into Jisung's slender body.

Jisung is groaning too, but you're not sure if it's out of pleasure or pain. Over the past week he's come far, and you're quite impressed with how openly he's taken it all in. He's learned a lot, and he's no longer the inexperienced straight boy you came to visit. The fact that he's letting Jeno fuck him at all is proof of that.

Renjun, however, is definitely experienced. While Jisung gets comfortable with the size and feel of Jeno's dick filling him up, Renjun is working hard to pleasure yours. He lifts and lowers his ass repeatedly, rocking up and down while you hold him. The harder you fuck, the closer he leans in, and your chests soon rub together.

You suddenly feel a hand on your foot. It's Mark's. He wants in on the action. He puts a knee on the bed and slides up your calf.

“Ahh,” you moan, and turn to look at Jeno and Jisung again. The sensation of so many bodies all around you is thrilling and turns you on.

You watch as Jeno lifts a hand to feel Jisung's soft and narrow waist and stomach. He presses down with his palm on Jisung's chest, and lets his hand wander to your friend’s neck and shoulder.

You turn your head all the way to the side, to catch the expression on Jisung's face. He has his eyes closed, shallow puffs of air escaping from his open mouth.

Your body is stretched long on the bed. You lift your head to glance down over Renjun's shoulder. You push him down onto your chest to get a better view.

Mark is directly above and behind him. His hands are exploring your legs as well as Renjun's waist and spine. You wonder if this is the first time any of the boys have touched each other sexually.

Mark smiles wide when your eyes meet, and a piercing sensation shoots through your heart. Renjun buries his face in the pillow beside your head. A new pair of hands are suddenly touching your feet.

Behind Mark you see Haechan's adorable face and focused expression. He's looking straight down, at his own dick while he jerks it directly above your legs. He's caressing your lower parts and slaps his organ against Mark's rear. Mark seems oblivious to it but Haechan seems very into what he's doing.

Jeno turns to look at you again. He smiles at the sight of Renjun's body shaking in your arms. It turns him on, and he fucks Jisung a little faster.

“Jeno, can I?” Haechan suddenly asks and taps the man on the shoulder, breaking the verbal silence between all of you.

“Sure,” Jeno pants. He abruptly sits up, and swiftly pulls out of Jisung's ass. He stands up on the bed and takes a big leap over Jisung's tall but tiny body.

Haechan leaves your legs and feet alone, letting Mark and Renjun have you to themselves. He climbs higher onto the bed on his knees and puts a hand on Jisung's thigh.

“Can I?” he asks again and smiles softly at Jisung, hoping for a positive response.

“Yeah,” Jisung says, but he quickly closes his legs. He instead turns around to stand on all four. I've taught him well, you think and moan.

Your eyes meet when he comes around and faces you, and you give each other a nod of approval. The student has graduated. This – Jisung having sex with the others – is definitely new, and you certainly have taught him well.

Haechan springs to action. Having observed the sex for so long he's more than a little eager to be a part of it. He stands tall on his knees behind Jisung. You can see his upper body over Jisung's shoulder, before the latter leans in closer to give you a kiss on the lips and effectively blocks the view.

Your hands on Renjun's body relax when you begin to make out with your friend, and your thrusts quickly slow down. Jisung too seems to be calmed by the make-out session, or at least shifts his focus away from Haechan's approaching cock. That is, until his face suddenly freezes and he groans, when Haechan slowly penetrates him.

Jeno is standing by the headboard, tall and sexy behind you on the bed. He's leaning against the wall and has a relaxed posture, stroking his dick slowly while watching you all from above.

Renjun pulls his head away from you and sits up straight. His movement catches your attention, and you admire his slim figure while your hands glide down his front and sides and onto his thighs.

Mark closes in on him from behind. He wraps his arms around Renjun's chest and torso, and starts to kiss and lick his neck. Renjun tilts his head back, puts an arm around Mark's head and neck, and moans softly toward the ceiling. All while still riding you sensually.

It's incredibly erotic to watch. And for the first time ever you begin to wonder if the boys haven't don't all this before.

“Hey,” a voice suddenly calls.

Jeno looks up in the direction of the door. Haechan, who is rocking slowly back and forth while holding Jisung's narrow hips, stops thrusting and turns his head. Jisung stops kissing you and stares straight into your eyes, as you both wonder who the hell just came. You listen intently to figure out who it might be.

Only Mark and Renjun seem oblivious to the new arrival. They're making out far above you, fully focused on each other.

“Hey,” Jeno says and smiles wide.

You tear your eyes away from Jisung, to see the person who has entered. Chenle is looking exceptionally cheerful even for him, as he walks butt naked into the room with long and confident strides.

“Wanna join?” Jeno asks.

It's a question with an obvious answer.

Mark suddenly stop kissing Renjun's lips. He's slowly rocking his body, pressing his dick against Renjun's lower back.

“Where's Jaemin?” he asks.

Chenle comes all the way up to the bed. “Oh, he's coming,” he says merrily. “We just got out of the shower.”

We? you think to yourself. The image in your head confuses you, but you decide not to ask any questions.

For a moment Chenle looks a little lost, suddenly not quite sure where to go or what to do with himself. To his right, Haechan has returned to focus on Jisung, as he thrusts his groin against the man's cheeks and a clasping sound is produced. To his left, Renjun is bouncing gently on your cock while Mark is kissing and hugging him lovingly from behind.

Jisung comes back in to kiss you, and Jeno's gaze wanders back down to watch you make out, leaving Chenle to figure things out for himself.

He sits down on a chair by Jisung's desk, feeling somewhat left out and disappointed. Absentmindedly he begins to stroke his cute dick while observing the amazing sex at a distance.

His time will come. And he doesn't have to wait too long. Jaemin becomes his salvation.

The seventh and final member of NCT Dream walks in wearing only a towel around his waist. Like Chenle's, his hair is wet and he's taken his clothes off before he even got here. His skin is still moist from the shower they just had, and his boner is clearly visible through the tightly wrapped cloth.

“Am I last again?” he asks and laughs. He was the last one to have sex with you, and now he's the last one to arrive to the spontaneous orgie.

“Only because you probably took forever to fix your hair,” Jeno jokes. He's not entirely wrong.

Unlike Chenle, however, Jaemin is not afraid to assert himself and take his place among the guys. With the towel still around his waist he climbs onto the bed and puts one hand on Haechan's bare and mushy ass, and the other on Mark's warm shoulder.

Renjun has turned away from his lover. He has his hands on your chest and is rolling his hips and stomach wider and faster, passionately riding you like he was born for it. But he feels Jaemin's presence and how Mark is pulling away from him.

“Jaemin,” he says and turns his head. He wants to include his friend in the action. “Wanna fuck me?”

“Yes!” Jaemin exclaims. He's almost too excited about the idea. There's something in the eagerness and the tone of his voice that makes you take extra notice of it.

Why didn't Chenle get the same question? It makes you think once again that, maybe, at least some of the boys have done this before.

Renjun stops rolling, lifts his ass and your cock slowly falls out of him. It was perhaps just in time. You lay flustered and your dick is throbbing, having just been so close to the edge that another second – another bounce – could have been the final pump that made you burst.

Mark adapts to the change in interactions by taking several steps away from you both. He waddles backwards on his knees in the direction of Chenle on the chair.

Jisung has stopped kissing you, as Haechan has picked up the pace behind him. Instead he's grimacing and focusing, his mind clearly fixed on the shaft inside his pink hole and the loud and rapid clasping against his butt cheeks.

Jeno is leaning against the wall, his feet sunken deep into the mattress in front of Jisung's face. He keeps stroking his boner while looking around him, faster now that Haechan is really going at it. He enjoys the sea of naked bodies, hard dicks, wide open mouths and assholes, and lustful grins in the room.

An eight voice suddenly appears at the door. “Oh my god!” it says in a deep and manly tone. “This is so hot!”

Everyone abruptly stops what they're doing. Your heart flutters and a piercing worry shoots through your body. There should be no one left to join you.

Everyone simultaneously stop what they're doing and turn around. “What are you doing in my room?” Jisung asks. He can only see a figure in the corner of his eye but knows exactly who it is.

“The author accidentally put a photo of me in the previous part of this story so I thought I'd come say hi.” “I just came down to give Jeno this book,” Jaehyun says. He's holding up a copy of Sapiens – A Brief History of Humankind by Yuval Noah Harari.

“Oh,” Jeno exclaims happily. He abruptly jumps down from the bed causing everyone else to bounce high as he takes a heavy step on the mattress.

He comes around to the foot of the bed and gives his friend a hug. “Thanks,” he says and takes the book from Jaehyun's hand. He looks happy when he studies the cover, then quickly puts the book away on a shelf.

There are more important things to do right now than read.

Jaehyun looks stunned. Jeno is naked, erect and standing very close to him. But that's not what's thrown him off. Since when has Jeno been a hugger?

Anyway, the situation is far from what Jaehyun had expected to find when he came down to the Dream dorm.

“Wanna join?” Jeno asks and puts an arm around his friend.

“I can't, we're going to the airport,” Jaehyun says and looks sad, as he quickly adapts and processes what's going on around him. Jeno starts tugging on his t-shirt, pulling it up his fit stomach.

“Just a few minutes?” Haechan encourages, his dick still deep in Jisung's ass. Everyone is completely still and listening and watching for Jaehyun's response with anticipation.

Jeno kisses Jaehyun's lips. Jaehyun lets him, and raises his arms so his friend can pull the shirt over his head. “I- I really can't,” he says but allows Jeno to unbuckle his jeans. “Everyone is almost in the car already.”

Chenle abruptly stands up from his chair but doesn't take a step forward. Jaehyun's pants and underwear drop to the floor as Jeno quickly undresses him. All eyes are on them, and everyone is in a sudden amazement and disbelief when the two muscular men start touching and making out right in front of them.

“Fuck, that's hot,” Mark whispers.

“Yeeeah…” you say wide-eyed and horny.

“Oh my God,” Renjun and Jaemin, the latter sitting between you at the center of the bed, utter at the same time.

“Fuck me,” Chenle exclaims mostly just as an expression of arousal, but it causes Jaehyun to react and turn around.

The newcomer and temporary guest is as hard as everyone else, following the sight of the orgie and the hot and naked make-out session with Jeno. Chenle blinks and is unable to move when Jaehyun steps out of his underwear on the floor and approaches him.

Jeno takes a step back. Everyone has their eyes and mouths wide open when Jaehyun grabs Chenle's slender, naked body. He abruptly turns the poor and surprised boy around and pushes on his shoulder to get him to lean forward over the chair.

Chenle's dick swings and sways in the air from the sudden movement. He grabs the armrests and instinctively spreads his legs and pouts his ass out. Jaehyun moves closer and positions his erection between Chenle's cheeks. The latter moans and grimaces while the former is fully focused on the ass and shaft in his hands.

The head finds its path. Jaehyun pushes it forward. Chenle lets out a pained groan when he's penetrated. He's happy though. Finally someone is paying him some attention.

Jaehyun quickly starts fucking Chenle from behind. Slow at first, but then fast and lustfully. He has both hands on Chenle's hips while his boner goes in and out of the tight hole.

He goes faster, harder, louder. The chair slams repeatedly against the wall. Jaehyun grunts audibly, and Chenle whimpers lowly. The rest of you remain still and somewhat in shock by all of this.

Jaehyun really is in a rush though. He quickly reaches his peak, eager to come sooner rather than later. He starts to sweat, his thigh and arm muscles working tirelessly. The loud smacking of his hips against Chenle's sore cheeks is a massive turnon for everyone.

Jaehyun looks down at his shaft in the hole, then throws his head back at the ceiling. He pulls Chenle deep and repeatedly onto his cock. He ignores everyone else, while he erupts and ejaculates with a loud groan from the bottom of his throat.

“Uuuhhh, uuuhhh, Mmm!” he exclaims as he unloads. “Mmm, fuck yeah, mmmm!”

He slows down. He knows that everyone is watching him when his dick falls out of the ass and he backs away.

“Was this what you wanted?” he asks and slaps Chenle on the cheeks with a huge grin on his face.

“Y-yeah,” Chenle whispers, stunned and unable to speak.

“Well, I really do have to run,” Jaehyun says. He quickly goes to pick up his clothes, and while he's at it he playfully grabs Jeno's hard dick and gives the man one final kiss on the lips. “Enjoy the book.”

Jaehyun leaves the room naked, smirking and holding his clothes in his hands. He's quite pleased to have shocked and amazed you. The last thing you see of him is his bare ass and back as he turns a corner.

What the fuck? you think to yourself. That was crazy!

Chenle slowly turns around and looks at all of you. No one says a word as he collapses in the chair.

Haechan glances around and your eyes meet. “That was insane,” you whisper to him.

He smiles back at you. “We should visit them upstairs more often,” he says and chuckles.

Yeah, Haechan. Yeah, you really should.

Gradually, everyone returns to their previous partners. Renjun has climbed off you and comes to lie beside you. You touch and make out while rubbing your bodies together.

Jaemin finally takes off his towel. You feel him shuffle around by your feet.

Haechan starts thrusting into Jisung's ass again. The two become focused on themselves.

Jeno moves from his spot on the floor by the foot of the bed, and returns to his previous position on the bed. It bounces when he climbs back up to stand by the headboard.

Mark makes his way to stand beside Chenle in the chair, who looks flustered and stunned but totally satisfied.

And finally, Jaemin puts a hand on Haechan's shoulder, who turns around and smiles at his friend.

A minute after Jaehyun has left the room you hear the front door slam shut. He has now left the building and everything is back to normal. It's like his appearance never happened.

Jaemin's presence on the bed shakes things up though, and the touch on the shoulder is the start of something new. As you make out with Renjun you turn your head and meet Jaemin and Haechan's eyes.

Haechan nods at you as if asking a question. You smile back to confirm what you're both thinking. You roll on your back and Renjun kisses your arm and chest, as if to say goodbye when you pull away from him. When he looks up he gives Jaemin a lustful glare.

The four of you have suddenly reached a silent agreement.

Haechan stops thrusting into Jisung and slowly pulls out, eager to have his turn with you. Jaemin backs away, getting ready to give Renjun a go. Renjun lets you go and half way sits up beside you.

Things are happening, and it's time for new partners and positions.

Haechan crawls over your legs and takes Renjun's place. You roll sideways with your back and ass toward him, and he holds you close as you make yourselves comfortable. You both scoot closer to Jisung to prevent Renjun from falling off, while Jaemin gets out of bed and approaches Renjun's side.

It's unclear if Mark has been pushed away by Jaemin's arrival or if he's drawn to Chenle anyway, but he suddenly stands next to the latter with a firm grip around his own dick. Its presence so close makes Chenle blush. Mark smiles naughtily and asserts his will by playfully swinging the dick closer to the shocked but satisfied eyes and lips beside him.

Jeno's feet by your head suddenly disappear, as he sits down on his knees above you. His dick is waving near your face, as is Jisung's when you move closer to him still. Haechan behind you is getting ready to penetrate your ass one last time this week, and you grab Jeno and Jisung's cocks to pull them all the way in.

You kiss Jisung's head and lick the shaft. Then you take the full length of Jeno's dick in your mouth and suck. They let out audible moans as you play with and pleasure them, which sends a shiver of arousal through every man in the room.

Jisung pushes higher and he and Jeno start to make out. Their crotches and stomachs rub together and your head gets enclosed in a small space between them. You take turns licking and sucking them while stroking their sexy thighs.

You glance up several times. First at Jeno's defined abs and chest, then at Jisung flat and firm waist and belly button. The sight is incredibly hot.

Haechan's dick eventually stretches your hole. For a moment you pause as he slides in slowly from behind while holding your body tight. You stop pleasuring and sucking and let the two dicks rest on your face while you hold your breath and grimace.

Despite your efforts to share the space on the bed, Renjun is forced to put one leg on either side of yours and Haechan’s. He has moved to the foot of the bed and is sticking his round ass out, as he spreads his cheeks for Jaemin to enjoy.

Jaemin penetrates him from behind. He quickly starts rocking his body back and forth, his feet firmly planted on the ground. He holds Renjun's cheeks and narrow hips between his big hands.

Renjun looks at Haechan, leans down over you both, and the two begin to make out. You can hear and feel them sucking face behind you, while Haechan slowly and repeatedly thrusts his strong and pulsing boner into you.

Haechan's hand is firm on your hip. His cock is throbbing and rubbing inside you. His chest is pressed against your back while he fucks you slow and twists his neck to reach Renjun's mouth with his tongue.

You push yourself up on your arm and elbow, to get to Jisung's stomach with your lips. You briefly kiss it while caressing his firm ass and smooth back, until Jeno lowers himself over you so that his dick can go deeper into your throat. You take it, then gag, but only for a second as you pull your head back and your wet lips glide all the way up the hard shaft.

Meanwhile, Chenle and Mark have found each other. The hot and vivid memory of Jaehyun fucking Chenle good has pulled Mark in, and the enticing erection waving near his face has made Chenle curious.

“Ah, fuuck!” you suddenly hear Mark exclaim, when Chenle grabs the dick and takes it in his mouth – just the way you taught him when you gave him a blowjob two days ago.

He has a hand on Mark's hip. Mark is leaning in closer and closer over the chair, spreading his legs over Chenle who remains seated. You can’t see them clearly from this angle even when you twist your neck in an attempt to look, because Jaemin and Renjun are partially block your view. But the sounds give you a good picture of what is going on in the corner.

“Get closer,” you hear Mark order and it surprises you how stern he sounds.

It suddenly dawns on you that everyone is engaged in something. It’s like your initial sex with Jisung – whom you’ve already been sleeping with daily anyway – and Renjun – who is the only one who has come out to you as gay – has triggered something great and wonderful.

Gay or not, the week has opened the boys up to your world. The fact that they're now part of a full-blown orgie, and that they aren’t shy to pleasure each other even without your direct involvement, certainly proves something.

Jisung interrupts your thoughts when he moves away from you, pushed aside by Jeno who has claimed most of the space above your head. You gag a second time. Jisung gets out of bed and stands to watch, holding and slowly stroking his dick while his eyes wander around the scene.

He sees Mark's ass and the side of Chenle's head bobbing repeatedly against his crotch. Now that everyone has fallen into a rhythm, Jisung makes his way to them to join and observe.

If there is one person who wasn’t used to gay sex before this week but who would now be open to sucking dick, Jisung is surely the one. Chenle might have come far too, but when you see Jisung disappear in their direction curiosity gets the better of you.

This you’ve got to see. You suddenly roll on your back, and Haechan pulls out of your ass. The sensation when his dick is released from your tight grip feels so good.

Jisung bends down by Chenle's chair and Mark turns to give him space. Jisung takes Mark's dick in his mouth while Chenle stands up and puts his hands on Jisung’s head. You half way sit up just in time to see the three of them as they begin to play.

Jisung's head is soon the one bobbing quickly back and forth, altering between the two magnificent erections. You can’t help but feel a little proud. Not just of him, but of all of them.

Meanwhile something else grabs your attention. Jaemin is going hard and wild, thrusting into Renjun's ass with great force. Haechan has rolled on his back and is stroking Renjun's chest, as the latter violently jolts back and forth above him, making the entire bed shake and slam against the wall.

You shake with it. Jeno almost loses his footing. It's a wonderful ride and you're loving every second of it.

As Jisung's blows Chenle with passion, Mark soon takes a seat on the chair to let Jisung focus on just one dick. He makes himself comfortable, spreading his legs while watching the show and slowly pleasuring himself. So far, he's the only ones who haven’t either fucked or been fucked on this occasion.

“Hey Chenle, come here,” you say and smile. You’ve realized that ever since he entered the room, despite being the target of Jaehyun's brief appearance, he hasn’t been included in the thick of things. Considering how abruptly he came on to you just days ago, and that all you did back then was to give him a blowjob, you also figure that he needs a pocket pussy too – just as much as any of the others.

You'd be happy to give him one.

Chenle looks up when you call his name. His arms are stretched and his fingers still play in Jisung's hair. Jisung lets go of the dick and stands up straight. He and Mark look on as Chenle makes his way toward the bed, walking tall and confidently with a big smile on his face.

Maybe he's been turned on by all the hot sex. Maybe being fucked by Jaehyun, sucked by Jisung and sucking Mark has given him a boost. Or maybe he's so confident and proud because he knows what’s finally coming his way.

Regardless, he eagerly follows your voice. He's about to have his turn with you. The fact that he might finally top you is a thrill.

And everyone else are eager too. The party is far from over.

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The third and final part will be posted next week, Thursday December 12, 2024.

[suunani]

always been you ( park jisung )

▍ jisung is ridiculously in love with you, but he’s way too scared of ruining your precious friendship.

content : 1100 words, male reader, fluff fluff fluff, jisung is wearing glasses, bestfriend!jisung, nerdy!jisung.

jisung was used to you being so touchy.

you’d always been like that — casual, confident, and completely at ease with showing affection.

whether it was slinging an arm over his shoulders when you walked together, ruffling his hair, or grabbing his hand to pull him toward whatever adventure you had in mind. touch was just… part of how you were.

and for the longest time, jisung had assumed it was normal. people were affectionate, right? friends acted that way. you were just being you, and that was fine. he didn’t question it.

but that was before he realized he was in love with you.

now, every brush of your hand, every playful shove, every hug that lingered just a second too long, felt like a punch straight to his chest.

the way you reached out to him, the way your fingers brushed against his skin — everything about it made his heart race, his thoughts stumble over themselves, and his body freeze up in ways he couldn’t control.

and you had no idea. of course you didn’t.

how could you? to you, it was all so easy, so natural. but to jisung? it was torture in the best, most confusing way.

and now, here you were again, doing something so normal, yet to him, it felt like everything.

“you’re doing it again,” you said, leaning across the library table, tapping your pencil against his forehead.

jisung blinked, startled. “d-doing what?”

“zoning out,” you replied, grinning as you pulled back. “you’ve been staring at your laptop screen for ten minutes and haven’t typed a single word. what’s going on in that big brain of yours?”

“nothing,” he said quickly, pushing his glasses up his nose and averting your eyes.

you tilted your head, studying him like you always did when you knew he was lying. “really? because you’re fidgeting with your hoodie strings again.”

he immediately dropped the strings and shoved his hands under the table, cursing himself silently.

“i’m just… tired,” he mumbled, knowing how unconvincing he sounded.

“mmh,” you said, not buying it for a second.

instead of pressing him further, though, you leaned across the table again, your chin propped on your hand.

“want me to type for you? you’re obviously useless right now.”

“i’m not useless!” he protested, his voice cracking slightly.

you grinned, your free hand reaching out to ruffle his hair. “relax, i’m kidding. but seriously, what’s up? you’ve been weird all day.”

jisung’s heart skipped a beat at the contact, and he quickly ducked his head, hoping you wouldn’t notice the redness creeping up his neck. “i’m fine. promise.”

you frowned, leaning closer until he could feel the warmth of your presence across the table. “you sure? because you know you can tell me anything, right?”

that was the problem.

you were too kind, too attentive, too you.

you made it impossible for him to hide his feelings, but at the same time, the thought of telling you the truth terrified him. what if it ruined everything? what if you didn’t feel the same way?

he couldn’t lose you.

“i-it’s nothing,” he said weakly, staring at the blank document on his screen.

you didn’t look convinced, but instead of pushing him, you reached out and rested a hand on his arm. your thumb brushed lightly against the fabric of his hoodie, a simple, unconscious gesture, but it was enough to send his heart into overdrive.

“sungie,” you said softly, your voice full of patience and warmth. “you’ve been acting off for weeks. did something happen? did someone say something to you?”

“n-no!” he said quickly, shaking his head.

“then what is it?” you pressed, your eyes searching his face.

jisung felt his chest tighten, the weight of his feelings threatening to crush him.

he couldn’t keep doing this. he couldn’t keep pretending everything was fine when it so clearly wasn’t.

“i…” he hesitated, his fingers clenching into fists under the table. “i need to tell you something.”

you straightened slightly, your expression soft but serious. “okay. i’m listening.”

his heart was pounding so hard he thought it might burst. he couldn’t look at you — not directly.

instead, he stared at his hands, the words spilling out in a frantic rush.

“i love you.”

he blurted out, the words tumbling out before he could stop them. his voice shook, and his chest felt tight.

“like, really love you. more than a friend. a lot more. and i’ve been trying to ignore it, trying to keep it to myself because i didn’t want to ruin anything, but it’s been eating me up inside. every time you smile at me, or touch me, or just say my name.. god, it drives me completely crazy. and i know you probably don’t feel the same way, and i’m sorry if this makes things weird between us, but i—”

“jisung, wait—”

“no, let me finish!” he interrupted, panic bubbling up as the words rushed out faster than he could think. “you mean everything to me. you’re the best part of my day, every day. and i can’t stop thinking about you, and i know you deserve someone better than me, but i… i can’t help it. i don’t want to lose you, but i—”

“jisung,” you said, your voice steady but gentle.

you reached out and placed your hand over his, your touch grounding him in the moment. it was soft, but firm enough to make his heart skip a beat.

he froze, his breath caught in his chest as he finally looked up at you.

“breathe,” you said softly, your thumb brushing over his knuckles. “it’s okay. you’re okay.”

he let out a shaky exhale, his shoulders slumping slightly.

“i’m sorry,” he mumbled, his voice barely audible. “i didn’t mean to dump all of that on you. i just…”

“stop apologizing,” you said gently, your fingers tightening around his. “you didn’t ruin anything.”

he stared at you, his eyes wide and unsure, searching for any sign that this wasn’t just some dream. “i didn’t?”

you shook your head, a small smile tugging at your lips. “no, sungie. you didn’t ruin anything. if anything, you just made my day.”

his heart skipped a beat. “w-what?”

“did it seriously never cross your mind that i might feel the same way?” you asked, tilting your head. “because i do. i have for a while actually.”

he blinked, unable to process the words.

“you… you do?”

you grinned, leaning closer until your forehead was nearly touching his. “of course i do, idiot. why do you think i’m always all over you?”

jisung’s face burned, and he let out a shaky laugh, his glasses slipping slightly down his nose. “i thought you were just… you know. just being you.”

“i am me,” you said, your grin softening into something more tender. “and you’re you. and that’s exactly why this works.”

he let out another breathless laugh, his heart feeling too full to contain. “i can’t believe this is happening.”

“believe it,” you said, squeezing his hand one last time before letting go — only to immediately ruffle his hair again. “but next time, maybe don’t spiral so much before confessing, okay?”

“no promises,” he said, grinning despite himself.

you rolled your eyes, but the affection in your expression was impossible to miss. “you’re such a dork.”

“but i’m your dork, right?” he said shyly, his voice full of wonder.

“yeah,” you said, your smile widening as you rested your chin back on your hand. “of course you are.”

[niki-phoria]

너는 나의 orbit, you're my one and only / 밤하늘을 함께 fly with you

“come on, just one kiss,” you whine as HUANG RENJUN tucks the blankets a little tighter around your body. he raises a knowing eyebrow as he looks down at you, purposefully making sure your entire body is tightly wrapped in the softest blankets in your apartment. “please?”

“you’re sick, y/n,” he chuckles. renjun slides the tissue box across the table, propping it upwards in your direction. “you’ve been coughing on me all morning. i’m not gonna let you spread your germs any farther.”

“i haven’t been coughing on you.” despite your words, your body seems to immediately betray you. your eyes flutter shut as another series of coughs racks through you. the force rattles your lungs and forces you to breathe in through short, painful gasps. your throat burns painfully as you tuck your face into the crook of your arm, falling back until your head rests against the edge of the couch once again. “just be glad i’m not throwing up on you.”

“trust me, i am.” renjun grimaces, though he doesn’t let you see. the fabric of his sweatpants rustles against your rug as he kneels down beside you. his skin feels cool against your skin as he rests his palm against your forehead. “your fever is getting worse,” he sighs. “i want you to take some more medicine after you eat.”

you groan quietly; the sound is muffled by the fabric of renjun’s stolen sweatshirt that hangs loosely off of your frame. “if you’re gonna force me to take more medicine, can i at least have a kiss?”

renjun sighs softly as he relents. he quietly chuckles, shaking his head as he leans down. your eyes flutter shut in anticipation before his lips brush against your forehead - feather-light and cool against your feverish skin. his touch is gone almost as soon as you feel it, leaving you with flushed cheeks and a rapid heartbeat. “that’s all you get until you feel better.” 

“tease,” you huff. 

renjun chuckles in response. he intertwines his fingers with yours before leaning down pressing a final chaste kiss against your knuckles. “don’t worry, baby. i’ll make you some congee. maybe it’ll soothe your throat.”

you smile softly, squeezing his hand in return. “thank you, jun.”

notes: gn!reader, 374 words, still testing new layouts and idk if i like this one, inspired by the fever that i had last week lmao, very late but welcome back renjun :)) i'm glad he's performing with 7dream again <33, barely proofread !! please forgive any mistakes, title from txt - dear sputnik

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[star-suh]

Spider-Mark

Mark Lee x Male Reader

cw: superhero top mark, sex under pheromones effects, sort of enemies to secret lovers maybe?, ripped clothes, tongue sucking, mark cums a lot, fingering, 69, belly bulge, choking, bareback, implied marathon sex, auralism, bit of feminization (just one phrase), an impregnation joke, creaming idk i made that up, cum as lube.

an: this could get nasty at the end for some idk, also there would be parts in where i would refer to mark with his name but remember that yn never found out his true identity.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYONE 🎃

in a world full of humans with superpowers it’s natural that some villains arise and in consequence some heroes are needed. out of everyone one of them was the most beloved, the cute and friendly spider-man. a young masked superhero with a red and blue suit adorned with spider and web motifs, he was so damn good at his job that some people couldn’t help but fall in love with him. this is the case of yn, a smart college student who got kinda obsessed with the hero. “isn’t he so good?” he tells his friends while looking at a picture he took of the aforementioned hero with his phone, he was infatuated by him. “yeah he’s so cool” a voice suddenly speaks with a small laugh at the end of the sentence. “shut up mark, you’re annoying” yn blurted out. the relationship between yn and mark was complicated, they didn’t start on good terms like they were always pit against each other because they were the clever ones in the classroom, something that gradually became a pain in the ass for both guys. “what? isn’t that what you wanna hear about your beloved spidey?” mark mocks causing yn to storm out of them to avoid more conflicts.

unbeknownst to yn he just talked with the man of his dreams, the man behind the web-decorated mask. since he was bit by a mysterious spider, mark gained abilities based on this arachnid, one of the things he liked the most was justice, so why not use his newly found powers to help other people?.

one night, yn was walking home alone, the roads were almost empty. then suddenly some masked guy showed up pointing a gun at yn, “give me everything you have” he yells. yn shakes in fear “HELP!!” he shouts “SOMEBODY HELP!!”, he cocked his gun and aimed at yn’s head when it suddenly flew through the air, landing in an known hand, “got you” he speaks through the mask and shoots some spider-webs towards the robber who got trapped against a wall, being taken by the police minutes later. spider-man took the young man into his arms and carried him towards his house, balancing in between skyscrapers with the help of his webs. it was like a dream that came true for yn, god he was so happy being carried by those strong arms, he could almost cry…

a friendship grows in between the two, obviously with his identity still hidden from yn, he doesn’t want to ruin his new friend’s dream, like what would yn think if he found out his favorite superhero is his rival. days and nights passed with them sitting on a rooftop eating while contemplating the full moon, “isn’t it pretty?” spider-man mutters, his hand resting mere centimeters away from yn’s, “it is” yn says happily, his eyes almost sparkling as if he was in an anime. something in the air shifted suddenly, an intoxicating smell invaded the area, yn started to sweat and his cheeks got flushed. the same happened to mark but of course the mask hides it, his suit starts to stick to his body thanks to the immense sweat. then realization hit him, he started to feel so comfortable that he started to secrete pheromones, one of the side effects of the bite, and they were affecting them both. mark tried to go away but an already hypnotized yn grabs him by the wrist “don’t go please”, mark looked at his pretty sweaty face, ‘he’s begging to be fucked’, mark thought but then shook his head try to erase that thought. “i-i have to go.. sorry” he tried to break away from yn’s grab but to no avail, where did that strength come from?. mark slipped and fell to the floor sitting while yn crawled his way onto him, “spider-man is itching” yn says while shaking his ass, he was completely gone, devoured by the pheromones effect. “y-yn i.. i don’t know” his bulge started to grow, the part of the suit on his crotch swelling due to he getting excited, “damn i should've learned how to control this shit” and with just a swing he grabs yn and carries him on his shoulder while looking for a place to satiate that lust. “take me to my bedroom” yn mentions, indicating to the hero where it was ubicated.

the two arrived and mark opened the window, entering the bedroom quietly, yn tried to discard mark’s mask but he didn’t allow it, he just pulled it up to his nose level, his mouth now free to litter kisses and hickeys in yn. they shared a kiss, mark’s tongue exploring inside yn’s mouth, their tongues intertwined, there would be times in which mark sticks out his tongue for yn to suck on it and vice versa, threads of saliva sticking to their chins, looking like a spider-web. “this is the messiest kiss i’ve ever had” mark confesses, “mine too, i don’t know what’s happening to me” yn replies, “but i need you right now” he adds.

the desperation for each other was so unbearable that mark wanting to not waste more time, ripped the crotch area of his suit, his dick springing free already leaking with precum, “fuck it’s so big” yn panted after seeing it, “is this all for me?” he asks, pouting. “only if you can take it all” the needy hero announced. mark also ripped yn’s pants, the fabric tore right above his hole, “jockstraps hmm?.. sexy” he murmurs.

mark grinds his wet tip on yn’s hole, soaking with precum, “look at how wet i am for you”. then he put his fingers right above his dick to put some pressure on it and started to thrust, going up and down in between yn’s bum. yn throws back his head, the friction creating heat right above his hole that started pulsating, wanting to feel that heat inside of it, he looks at mark with pouty eyes, he wants more, no, he needs more. mark caressed his cheek, his face getting closer towards yn’s, “want me to fuck you pretty boy?” he sexily whispers, his voice resonating throughout yn’s whole body making him tremble, how can such a cute hero be so smoking hot and sexy. yn nods desperately, “please fuck me, use me, just put it inside now”.

mark prepared yn’s hole to take his dick, first he grabbed yn by hugging his hips and pulled him up so his ass could be at the same level of his face and yn’s face would be in front of his hanging dick basically doing a 69 but instead of doing it the normal way they’re doing it standing up, or in this case, on their knees. yn swallowed mark’s dick while the latter starts to finger him, his fingers soaked in his saliva, mark would sometimes eat yn’s ass, burying his face on his hole and then continuing the stretching with his digits, even putting all 4 of them at once loving how when he pulls them out yn’s hole clenches onto nothing but air. meanwhile down there yn keeps on sucking the other’s shaft, occasionally the hero would do some slow paced thrust causing his balls to slap against yn’s face, they were heavy and it seems that they were full of cum also, yn cannot wait anymore to have all that spooge inside him.

mark folded yn and introduced his throbbing shaft first slowly but then accelerating the pace right away, “fuck! milk this hero cock” mark grunts, the muscles and the veins on his arms bulging because of how hard he was gripping the mattress as a way to stabilize himself. at this point mark’s whole suit was damaged, the initial rip slowly grew until what was his pants were now just pieces of clothes hanging on his forelegs, leaving his bottom half naked. his big ass recoils everytime he plows yn and thanks to the excessive precum he produces wet, gushy sounds that originated from the other’s hungry hole, “noisy pussy” mark laughs proceeding to kiss yn. they both got carried away by the pleasure, yn now in doggy style was being choked by mark’s hands, they were placed in his neck so he can go even deeper, “sooo deep…” yn’s tongue was out and drool dripping out of his face. mark’s heavy balls slammed against the other, the night being a witness of their wild sex.

“i’m gonna cum” mark groans, his voice hoarse due to how much he already said that phrase to yn. it was already morning and god knows how many times mark has already came inside yn, he attributes this new ‘ability’ to cum buckets to the bite, “that bite brought good things with it after all” the lustful man exclaimed. one can notice that he indeed cums a lot because there was a tiny bump forming on yn’s tummy, “i can’t anymore spider-man” he uttered, his fucked up face and body drenched in sweat, marks and his own cum. “look at this i knocked you up” the hero jokes pressing against it, then an idea popped up on his mind, he made yn seat on top of him with his still rock hard shaft right above yn’s used entrance, “do this for me and push it all out” mark bits gently yn’s ear who complies and started to do what he was told, slowly he starts to squirt all the cum inside him that landed on mark’s pink tip and slid all the way down his shaft then to his balls and finally dripped onto the floor. “damn i really came a lot” his perfect smile and sexy low laugh sending shivers to yn all the way down his pulsating hole. when he finally squirted all the cum, mark slicked his dick with it using his hand and put it inside yn, “sorry, i’m horny again”, let’s say yn spend the whole day and night moaning and babbling nonsense.

the next day, all the people were asking what happened to spider-man that he didn’t appear yesterday the whole day at all, luckily there weren't any villains near the city. yn went to his classes when one of his friends asked why he didn’t came yesterday to study, “i was very sick but i’m okay now” what’s the only thing they heard from him. he was walking towards his next class when accidentally bumped into mark, who embarrassed of what he did yesterday just muttered a little sorry and resumed with his walking, everyone was surprised because usually this would end up with them both throwing tantrums at each other, “woah that was weird” one of the friends uttered, “yeah” yn narrowed his eyes while looking at mark, he saw something on mark’s neck, is it a hickey? why does it look like one of the hickeys he gave to the lustful hero yesterday? “nevermind” he shook his head and entered the classroom.

a flashback popped into mark's mind, last night he was ready to leave but his suit was completely ripped into pieces so yn lent him some clothes, “can i see who’s behind the mask?” he asked while caressing the other’s cheeks and lips, “not now” he said after waving a goodbye and leaving.

yn comes home just to see the clothes he lent to spider-man clean and folded on his bed with a note that says “see you soon”, butterflies flew on yn’s stomach who cheered and danced in happiness.

[luvkyu]

my love, i still ( mark lee ) part two

mark x male reader

mark is a mess, but he'd never say that out loud.

content : 2.4k words, angst, idol!mark x manager!reader, ex-relationship, some riize, mk is v sweet but the ending will make u guys hate me i fear

part one

"what the hell.." y/n mumbled to himself.

"get it out, get it out!!" anton shouted annoyedly.

"i'm trying!" wonbin screamed back.

y/n watched the scene in front of him. he'd just arrived at riize's dorm to find that somehow wonbin and sohee had gotten anton's foot stuck in their sofa, though wonbin denied any fault in the situation.

"how do you even get a foot stuck in a sofa?" y/n asked tiredly.

"we were trying to prank him, but it just- y'know what, nevermind," sohee gave up on explaining. anton looked down at him with a death glare.

"i don't even know what happened," anton added.

wonbin held the cushions back while sohee tried to maneuver his groupmate's foot out of the sofa springs.

"i feel like i should be helping but i'm having a good time just watching," y/n snickered.

"hyung!" anton whined.

"alright, alright," y/n gave in. just as he was about to help, sohee finally pulled anton's foot out.

"i'm just glad you're wearing socks," wonbin grumbled.

anton rolled his eyes and stomped off to his room.

"anyways, hi y/n!!" wonbin enthused, he and sohee rushing to hug their manager.

"nah, get away from me you troublemakers."

"i told you, sohee did it, not me!!" wonbin defended.

y/n rolled his eyes and hugged the two of them anyways.

"okay, here's your lunch. your schedules are clear for the rest of the day so make sure to rest enough. tomorrow's gonna be a much longer day," y/n said as he set their bags of food on the table. "sohee, can you go get the others?"

sohee quickly nodded and skipped off to retrieve the rest of his members for lunch.

y/n sat down by wonbin and pulled out his phone. he smiled upon seeing a message from mark.

mark :

hey :) we still on for coffee tonight?

y/n :

yes :) sys !!

mark :

okay cool 🤍

y/n sighed and set his phone down. by now, the rest of the group had filtered out into the common room for their food. y/n looked up to see shotaro giving him a smug stare.

"what..?" y/n asked.

"who's got you smiling at your phone like that?" shotaro teased.

"oooh! manager hyung has a girlfriend!" wonbin cheered.

y/n's nose scrunched up in disgust, "girlfriend??"

wonbin's grin faltered, looking between y/n and shotaro - who busted into a fit of laughter that filled their dorm instantly.

"i'm gay, bin," y/n clarified.

wonbin's eyes widened. he quickly covered his mouth to hide his fallen jaw.

"oh, i'm sorry!! you have a boyfriend then!"

y/n chuckled. "no, nothing like that."

"tsk. what a lie," shotaro insisted.

y/n sighed and shook his head. "you guys are so nosy. i'm gonna head out now for some errands. i'll be back late, but call me if you need anything."

"boooo," shotaro pouted.

"remember we need to leave at seven in the morning tomorrow. be ready to go, please," y/n added.

the boys muttered responses as their manager finally departed from their dorm.

"is it true he and mark dated?" eunseok asked.

"i dunno for sure," shotaro answered.

"wait, what??" wonbin was very confused. he almost felt left out. "there's a y/n and mark theory??"

"yeah, but i'd rather not talk too much about it when he's not here."

wonbin frowned at his leader's reply. "i guess that's fair."

"are you and y/n getting back together??" chenle asked excitedly. jeno and renjun stood with him, eyes wide with hope.

mark freezed and in tracks. he was about to leave to meet y/n for their coffee 'date'. he wasn't quite sure what to call it.

"..we're just going for some coffee," mark replied.

".." chenle stared at him. "you didn't answer my question."

mark thought for a second. "oh.. no, i guess..?"

chenle frowned. renjun patted their leader's shoulder from beside him.

"we'll take that as a maybe," he concluded instead. mark rolled his eyes and grabbed his keys to finally leave.

"what's going on?" jisung asked. his brows furrowed at the sight of three of his group members crowded around mark like little gremlins.

"we were asking if mark's getting back together with y/n."

jisung looked at mark and smiled, "of course he is."

"see!!" renjun cheered.

mark would've scoffed and bid his friends goodbye by now, but he was a bit taken back by jisung's sincere reply. the youngest was now comfy on the floor against the couch with his phone in hand, as if his statement was no news to anyone.

jisung felt his leader's eyes on him after a moment. he looked over at mark before lowering his phone.

"what? you are, right?" jisung asked. "..it's y/n. he's it for you. everyone knows that."

mark blinked. he looked back to the other boys, who clearly agreed with jisung.

"i'll see you guys later," mark said with a shake of his head.

jisung's mouth twitched downwards as he stared after mark. he then looked at his groupmates, worried.

"did i upset him..?"

"you didn't upset him. i think he's still figuring out what the fuck he's doing," jeno assured.

"well, he should hurry up," jisung muttered before going back to his phone.

mark stared at his feet as he walked out of the dorm. he knew his friends liked teasing him, but it was like their words were really starting to hit the target.

his watch showed a quarter til ten o'clock, fifteen minutes before he and y/n were supposed to meet at the coffee shop. mark could feel goosebumps on his skin. he hadn't been this nervous in a while.

the coffee shop was a small one; a little hole-in-the-wall of a store. mark found it very cozy and safe, and he was pretty sure y/n would feel the same. he just hoped meeting at the late hour would help them avoid other people for the most part.

once he arrived, he recognized y/n sitting at a table in the corner. the lighting was dim and the smell of coffee beans made the atmosphere even more relaxed.

y/n's eyes fell on mark as he sat across from him in all his glory. y/n felt his heartbeat pick up when he saw that mark was wearing his glasses.

"hi," mark spoke with a cheesy grin.

"hi," y/n smiled. "i haven't seen your glasses in forever."

mark's eyes widened as his hand reached up to adjust the frames sitting on his nose. he chuckled nervously.

"oh, yeah, sorry. i was having a lazy night. i kinda forgot i was even wearing them."

"don't be sorry," y/n smiled again, "i love your glasses."

"really?"

y/n nodded.

"oh.. well, i'll keep that in mind then." a light blush rose on mark's cheeks as he looked down at the table. the whole situation felt a bit weird if he was honest. it felt like they were just meeting for the first time again.

"so how're the guys?" y/n spoke up. although the question was mostly to fill the awkward silence, he was genuinely interested in hearing about the other dream members.

"they're good! jisung is thinking about getting a pet."

"oh cool! does he know what he wants? like what animal?" y/n asked further.

"not yet," mark shook his head. "do you still have your cat?"

"mhm!" y/n replied. mark loved watching the way his eyes lit up. y/n's cat was about the sweetest animal he'd met before, always cuddly and gentle. "she's adjusting to moving back from japan, but i think she's doing okay with it."

"that's good then," mark smiled. "and how's working with riize?"

"it's, um.. interesting!" y/n joked. mark laughed along while nodding.

"no, they're great," y/n continued. "wonbin is very.. baby. and sungchan has this ideology that no one will care if he goes around the dorm barely clothed."

mark burst out laughing at that, causing y/n to laugh along.

"what, does he walk around in his underwear, or..??" mark asked.

y/n nodded. "sometimes not even underwear. sometimes he'll be naked under a robe but he won't pay attention to when it gets loose or moves the wrong way. he's something else.."

mark kept laughing at the image of sungchan strutting around the dorm in just a robe.

"god, that's funny. jaemin taught him well, i guess."

"jaemin is worse," y/n laughed again, making mark's brows raise. "yeah, jaemin does it cause he knows he's hot. sungchan just doesn't care enough to clothe himself."

the two continued laughing at their table. their faces grew red as they clutched their stomachs and sat back in their seats trying to catch a breath.

mark sighed, looking at y/n with a fond smile. "i missed you."

y/n smiled and looked down, "i missed you too, mark."

"..i'm sorry for the way things ended."

y/n's smile faded a bit. he quickly shook his head at the apology.

"don't be. we both handled it as best we could."

"mm," mark hummed. he didn't agree. "but i could've done more. i feel like i let you down back then. i never thought we'd be apart and then when you were gone.. i don't know. the year you were away might have been the worst year of my life."

y/n looked at him, unsure of what to say. mark kept eye contact, refusing to back down like he normally would.

"after you left," mark began again, "there were multiple times when i would go to your old apartment building and just sit outside. like i was waiting for you to come back home. i knew i was kidding myself, but.. somehow it was comforting. like, that was the closest i could possibly get to you, so it was okay."

y/n felt like crying.

"how can you be so sweet and so depressing at the same time?" y/n asked with a small chuckle.

"sorry," mark smiled. "i didn't invite you out to be this sad. we can talk about something else."

"no, it's okay. it's good to talk about that stuff, i don't mind."

mark took a deep breath and nodded.

"so are you living with riize? or do you get your own place?"

"i'm with the boys for now. i don't mind it much, honestly. i like taking care of them."

mark smiled and nodded. he expected as much.

"well, how was japan then? was the work very different?"

y/n thought for a moment. "it was different, yes. definitely took some getting used to. y'know, going from taking care of seven dreamies to just minding my business was odd."

mark nodded, "they'd love to see you. we should all do something sometime."

"yes please."

it was quiet again for a moment. not awkward, just quiet.

"oh, do you want some tea or anything? i think i'll get a drink now."

mark watched y/n get his wallet out while glancing at the menu list that hung by the shop's counter.

"no, i'm okay. thank you."

y/n nodded and opened his wallet, still trying to see the menu so he wouldn't have to stand idly by the register.

a familiar picture caught mark's eye after a second. a polaroid was sticking out of y/n's wallet. it was the polaroid they took together at incheon airport. dream's flight was delayed, so he and y/n walked around for a bit to pass the time. it was pretty empty thanks to the early morning. they found an unoccupied gate and sat alone for a bit, talking and laughing. it was the most fun mark had ever had at an airport.

"you kept it?" mark asked.

"hm?" y/n followed the male's gaze down to the photo. he grinned and took it out. "oh.. of course i did."

mark felt tears prick at his eyes as he held the small polaroid in his hands. they looked so happy it made his heart ache.

mark was handing the photo back to y/n when he felt a chill go down his spine. he spotted someone in the corner of his eye taking pictures. or videos, who knew. it was definitely just a fan, but it was still unsettling. y/n watched mark cross his arms and adjust his mask in silence.

"is something wrong?" y/n asked.

mark didn't reply, only giving a glance to the fan that was holding their phone up at the other side of the shop.

"damn it. let's just go." y/n was quick to return his wallet to his pocket as he and mark got up and hurried out.

"you okay?" y/n checked in. they were now just walking along the street together. mark exhaled and nodded. he pulled his mask down and looked at y/n with a grateful smile.

"i'm fine. thank you."

y/n grinned and nodded back.

it was quiet again for a minute or so. the pair just enjoyed the gentle breeze and the sounds of the nighttime . mark's thoughts started to get the best of him as he glanced over at y/n a couple times.

"can i ask..?" mark trailed off, unsure of himself.

"hm?"

"do you ever, um.. do you think things could, like, be the way they used to be..?"

y/n's breath became a little staggered. "you mean with us?"

mark nodded.

"oh.. mm," y/n didn't know exactly what to say. he would be lying if he said he was over his feelings for mark. but things could get complicated and messy very fast if they weren't careful.

"i don't know.."

mark nodded again. he could feel a lump forming in his throat as he looked away from y/n now.

"that's okay. i don't want to push anything," mark looked up at the moon as he spoke. "you'll always mean a lot to me, y/n. i really do love you."

y/n slipped his hands into his pockets, gazing down at his feet. mark was about to make him cry if he didn't stop soon.

"i think i'll always love you," y/n said quietly. mark finally looked back over at him with a bittersweet smile.

"should we just.. try to move on now? just try to be friends?" mark asked.

"i guess," y/n replied with a small sigh. he wasn't sure what moving on would mean, but he was hoping it was for the better.

they continued to walk together without talking much more, just enjoying each other's company while they could.

[joonggphilia]

💙🩷Take Two🩷💙

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Pairing: Dom! Top! Jeno x Bttm! Sub! Mreader x Dom! Top! Jaemin Genre: Smut Cw: Threesome, size kink (brief), feminization, implied virgin reader A/n: woah. It’s super short, but I’m tired and don’t want to make you guys wait any longer 🤷 might be some typos in this one, I’m losing my mind fr.

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Inviting both Jeno and Jaemin over at the same time was a big mistake. You never thought you’d end up being pounded by both men on your living room floor. Jeno had his face buried between your cheeks, lapping at you hole while Jaemin talked you through and kissed you sweetly. “MMH! J-Jeno not too much!” You yelped, feeling his wet muscle travel deeper into your hole. “Shhhh. He’s making you feel good.” Jaemin hummed, running his hands over your perky nipples and hard cock. “Ungh! It’s too much jaem I’m cummi-!” you where quickly cut off by your second orgasm of the night, certainly more to come. You watched as jeno rose from behind you, chin covered in your slick. “Your boy pussy is so good, m/n~ I love the way you taste.” He cooed, sending a nod to the other top, signaling him that it was his turn. Jaemin, quickly pulled off his sweatpants, no underwear underneath. Your eyes widened at his size, sure in general he was huge, but his cock too? “Let me use that pretty mouth. Open up for me, m/n.” He spoke, the tip of his dick kissing your lips. You immediately complied. The sensation of your tongue around his length was heavenly, moans flooding from his throat. “M/n, go deeper. You’re just so good. Taking me like a good girl.” Jaemin rasped, his mind slowly slipping away from him. You couldn’t help, but whine at the nick name. You were a boy, identified as a male, but you were jaemin’s good girl. Jeno watched, a small grin spread across his face as he watched the events before him unfold. Soon he was bored. “I’m tapping in, M/n. Don’t be worried, I’ll take good care of you.” Jeno whispered behind you, his hands resting on the small of your back. You tried to respond, but jaemin’s cock hitting the back of your throat made it pretty impossible. You yelped as you felt Jeno’s finger enter your hole, causing the man in front of you to cum. All the sensations led you to your third orgasm. He pulled out as you swallowed, a satisfied hum leaving his lips. “I’ll sit back for now. Be a good girl for Jeno.” Jaemin sat up on the couch, immediately stroking his cock in rhythm with Jeno’s finger. He only added more fingers, his pace quickening, and his breath getting shallow. You could hardly take it, just the curve of Jeno’s fingers made you crazy. The sensation only got stronger. You were getting hotter. He was getting louder. So close……..Four…..Orgasm number four. “Cmon, princess. Its was only my fingers. Your really asking me to suck you down, hmmm?” Jeno questioned, his throbbing cock rubbing between your ass cheeks. “Please! I’m begging you, just fuck me.” You whined, pressing back against his cock. That’s all he needed. He was pounding into you, the floor beneath you rattled. (R.I.P the downstairs neighbor) “J-JENO! TOO..TOo Much!” You moaned out as his dick continued to hit your prostate each time he thrusted in. “Y-you asked for this~~ how could I-i hold back when your just so pretty.” Jeno praised, his thrust becoming sloppy. You quickly screeched as Jaemin crouched in front of you to pull you into a heated kiss. Your body was numb at this point, the overwhelming feelings taking over. It wasn’t long before Jeno was burying his cum deep inside of you and your seed had spilled over the carpet. “Five times. Your just so good, M/n. We’ll take a short break for now.” Jaemin cheered, his praises never making it through your fucked out brain.

You woke up on the carpet the same as when you passed out, the other two asleep in your bed. “Fuckers”

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