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Day Twenty-Three: Size Kink w/ Jeno

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Summary: Jeno’s a muscular guy, you’re a short non-muscular girl. He thinks that’s adorable. You’re obsessed with how hot, big, and strong he is.

You met Jeno at the gym.

You were trying something new, and that meant moving to Seoul to start a new life. You had a decent grasp on the language, had a strong interest in the culture, and when life gave you a reason to go explore more of the world than just your own little part of it, you’d taken the chance.

Seoul was big and beautiful. There were new experiences to be had.

But the thing was that all of those things required money, so you went searching for a job and found one working as a cleaner at this gym.

You were mostly there late at night in the off hours, though the gym was open twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, all year. You sanitized equipment, wiped down mirrors, laundered towels, all of the boring things. But it paid, the hours were flexible, you met interesting and attractive people, and you had the opportunity to improve your grasp of the language.

Jeno was a client, though not one that you encountered much in the beginning.

When you first began, he was coming in the early hours of the day. It was only several months into your time working there that you first met him.

He was just back from being overseas (not that you knew it at the time), and re-adjusting to the time difference had Jeno full of energy at a late hour. Shortly after one o’clock in the morning, to be exact.

In that blurry time between Sunday night and Monday morning, there was no one using the gym. Even the one creepy regular old man that sometimes hung out at odd hours wasn’t there. It was just you, the night desk manager, and a bunch of rags as you wiped down and sanitized all the weights in the weightroom. For the moment, you were perfectly alone, humming along to the music playing quietly from your phone.

You didn’t hear Jeno come in at first. Only once you looked up in the mirror to your right after catching a glimmer of movement, did you actually notice him. He was at the other end of the room, minding his own business, so you decided to do the same, though you couldn’t help watching him from the corner of your eye.

He was handsome.

He worked out quietly, focused on just burning off his energy.

You finished wiping down the weights, but by this point, Jeno had begun grunting a bit as he worked out. Maybe you started over with wiping down the weights, spending more of your time watching him through your eyelashes than actually paying any attention to the weights in your hands.

It was exactly your lack of attention that caused you to drop one of the weights, slipping through your fingers to crash loudly to the floor. With your foot right beneath it.

“Shit!” You cry out, dropping to the floor to cradle your throbbing foot.

You forget about the handsome man in that moment, your only thoughts for your foot and the worry that you may have broken it.

But then he’s right there. So close to you as he moves the weight away from you, asking something in very rapid Korean that your pain-flooded brain can’t comprehend in the moment. Whether he realizes that you’re not understanding him or if he’s just concerned for you, he brushes your hands away.

Maybe you shouldn’t just sit back as a perfect stranger unties your shoelaces, as he pulls the shoe off your foot and peels the sock down. You probably shouldn’t let him touch your bare ankle with his surprisingly cool fingers, and him touching your foot to roll your ankle doesn’t necessarily seem like the most proper thing either.

When you hiss a little in pain, he looks up at you again. For a moment, you’re startled into silence.

He’s really handsome.

“Hi,” is the weak word that comes to mind, the first one from your lips.

He smiles. “Hi. Are you okay?”

You nod even though that’s not entirely true. You slip into Korean, now that your shock over the weight slamming into your foot has somewhat passed. “I’m fine. My foot hurts, but I’m alright. Thank you.”

His hand is still on your ankle, his gentle touch soothing the throbbing. “You might want to see a doctor, make sure your foot or ankle isn’t broken.” He looks away from you, back down to where his fingers rest, and he says, “You’re pretty small, what are you doing with heavy weights?”

He does sit your foot gently back down on the floor and he removes his hand from you, but he doesn’t move away. He just sits there, awaiting your answer.

You really shouldn’t be sitting here chatting with him. You have work to do, and you’re not sure that you wouldn’t get in trouble if the manager walked in and saw you talking with a patron. But, he’s charming with an easy smile and warm eyes, so you answer him and then you keep talking. Jeno is easy to talk to.

Eventually you both have to get up. An early Monday morning patron comes in, heading right for one of the weight machines, and both you and Jeno take that as a sign to end the conversation. He checks with you that your foot and your ankle don’t hurt too badly; he waits while you stand up, ready to assist if need be.

You’re short, so even once you’re standing, the top of your head comes just to his shoulder, and your face is level with his chest. You have to take a step back and still tilt your head back a little to look up at Jeno’s face.

He’s smiling as he says, “Be careful. I’m not always gonna be here every night to help you if you drop a weight.”

And although he says it, it doesn’t seem to be too true.

Only a few nights later, you’re in a different area of the gym around the same hour as the last time you saw him, and there Jeno is again. He scans the room as he enters, and when he sees you, he waves. He just runs on a treadmill this time, and you conveniently find something to wipe down near it. Jeno strikes up a conversation, and as he takes a break midway through his treadmill jog, he sits down on a nearby bike machine so he’s at eye level with you.

It happens again a few nights after that. Jeno appears, he works out for a little bit, and then he allows himself to be distracted and to be distracting. Neither of you get too much done, instead spending a while chatting with each other. And then another few nights after that, and again and again.

Frequently, Jeno teases you about being short as he watches you struggle to clean a piece of equipment far above your head or when he catches sight of the two of you together in the mirror.

“You’re so small!” He teases, slipping the cleaning rag from your hand, and he easily reaches up to clean the spot you’ve been struggling to reach. Or, “You’re adorably tiny,” he grins, laying a hand lightly on the top of your head while looking into your eyes in the mirror.

“I’m not small! You’re just big, Jeno.” You whine, snatching the rag back one night when he does this.

Jeno laughs, taking a step back to watch you resume your struggle. He folds his arms over his chest, observing you hopping up onto your tiptoes, arm outstretched to reach a splotchy spot high up on the mirror.

“Shouldn’t you be working out or something?” You pout, a little embarrassed and self-conscious about having him watch you hop uselessly. “Isn’t that why you have a membership here?”

“But you look so cute. I can’t just walk away.” He keeps watching, so you sink down onto your heels, turning to face him--more specifically, turning to face his arms crossed over his chest. They’re all you can really focus on when you look at him. The bulging muscles of his biceps are utterly distracting. He is big. Tall and muscular and you refuse to let your gaze dip lower down his body to the front of his shorts.

A few nights ago you caught a glimpse when you turned away while he was teasing you about being so small. There’d been a bulge in the front of his shorts, and it had taken great strength and mental fortitude to not gawk at the shape of his dick in his shorts.

Tonight it’s taking even more of you to not look.

You have to force your gaze up to his face, fighting the strong urge to look lower, struggling to not let your gaze stick on his arms either.

“Jeno, I really think you should go. My manager was irritated the other night that I only got half the job done on time.” It’s a half lie. Your manager had noticed you’d only gotten part of the cleaning list done, but he was somewhat lazy and didn’t really care what got done. But you need to put some distance between you and Jeno tonight before you do something risky.

The way he cocks his head to the side right now and smiles at you helps nothing.

“Do you want me to go talk to him?” Jeno asks, and he pulls his arms from his chest only to hold them up on either side, somewhat obnoxiously flexing. “I’m not distracting you from cleaning. If anything, I’m helping.”

Now, that’s not true at all. He’s a big distraction and only a little help.

“Jeno.” You reach out, pushing his arm down, but it doesn’t budge. He doesn’t look like you push his arm down even bothers him in the slightest. For a brief moment, the thought of arm-wrestling him and how badly you would lose flashes across your mind. You wouldn’t even stand a chance against him; your hand would be flat on the board as soon as the challenge began.

“Oh, alright,” Jeno crinkles his nose. He lowers his arms down to his sides, but your hand still rests lightly on his forearm. You don’t move your fingers away, and neither does he move away from your fingers. “I’ll go, but on one condition.”

“Hm?” You absentmindedly trace your fingers along one of the prominent veins in his forearm.

When Jeno’s hand comes up to cover yours on his arm, you suddenly realize what you’re doing with a jolt. You start to pull your hand away, but he presses down, holding your hand against his arm.

“Let me take you on a date. Somewhere outside of this gym where we can talk without the smell of sweat lingering in the background.” Jeno smiles. His hand feels a little clammy against yours. Is he nervous right now? “Can I take you out to dinner?”

You nod at first, speechless, but soon you find your voice. “Yes, Jeno. Dinner sounds nice.”

The dinner comes at last about a week later.

Jeno’s only ever seen you before at the gym, so you’re nervous, worrying about what he’ll think when he sees you tonight. What if he expects you to be and look and dress totally different when you’re not wearing the uniform you wear to clean the gym? Of course, you’re going to look a bit more cleaned up, more refined for the date. You put on some makeup, some cute clothes, but what if Jeno’s expectations are still higher?

But of course he thinks you look beautiful. He compliments you several times throughout the date, can’t take his eyes off of you, and tells you again that you’re really pretty.

Afterwards when he’s walking with you down the street outside the restaurant, Jeno tentatively holds your hand. He starts out with his pinky finger rushing along the side of yours (electric), and then his fingers slip over your palm (like fire eating through you), and then he slides his fingers through yours, fingers overlapping the back of your hand (like devastation, it’s so simple).

You squeeze his hand right back, loving the way your hand feels so small in Jeno’s.

It’s just him holding your hand, but your heart pounds with it, and his palm is clammy again. You like to think that maybe Jeno is just as nervous as you are, just as exhilarated by your hand in his.

The date ends with a kiss, and you think it’s so silly that you’re head over heels for him, that you’ve got deeply sexual feelings for him, but just a chaste peck to your lips leaves your head spinning as Jeno walks away.

The next night he’s at the gym again, and he gives you your distance to work. He’s all flirtatious glances in the mirror, and teasing comments any time you come close to him. You’d come in early which means you get to leave early, and the moment that your shift ends, you’re clocking out and gravitating toward where Jeno’s finishing up his workout.

“Hi,” he says, eyes turning into half-moons as he smiles at you in the mirror. “I promise I’m almost done. I don’t mean to be a distraction.” He’s teasing, but actually it’s a rather serious issue how much he distracts you.

“It’s fine. I’m not working now, I just clocked out.” You sit down, folding your legs in front of you, resting your elbows on your knees as you watch him. “Now you can be as distracting as you like.”

Jeno laughs. “So you’re just going to watch me?”

You nod. You like looking at him, can he blame you?

Again, there’s no one around tonight. Even the night manager is slacking off, asleep at the front desk. It’s just you and Jeno, you watching him as he does some pull-ups shirtless.

You can’t help ogling him a bit, but you can tell he likes it, that he’s showing off a bit. His abs flex, his arms strain, and all the while you can only look on in lustful awe. The band of his shorts keeps slipping each time he pulls himself up, exposing more and more of the band of his underwear.

Eventually, Jeno drops flat to his feet, wiping at his damp forehead as he walks nearer to you. His muscles bulge as he approaches, and his shadow falls over you, covering you entirely, and you just feel so tiny in the moment.

“Hey, shorty,” Jeno teases, holding his hand down to you. “Do you want to train a little?”

You don’t necessarily. You would much rather watch him than anything else, but his easy smile and his offered hand make the temptation too difficult to resist. Jeno’s hand is solid and strong around yours as you slide your hand into his. He pulls you to your feet like it’s nothing, drawing you in at the same time so you bump into his chest.

His chest is bare beneath you, damp with sweat, warm and vibrating with the sound of his voice as Jeno says, “Training or should we get out of here?”

That makes your heart pound anew. “And go where?”

“My place, your place. Anywhere.” Jeno places a hand on your lower back and you swear his hand covers the expanse. You can feel his dick against your belly, not that he’s hard, you can just feel it there because of how short you are and how you’re pressed against him and he feels big and you suddenly feel so overwhelmed with need for him, to be made to feel even smaller in his arms, in his bed, with him inside you.

You nod, your mouth suddenly dry. “I think anywhere would do, if I’m being honest. I just…. I want you, Jeno.”

The most you’ve shared up to this point is one chaste kiss, lingering touches and longing glances. But you can see that wall cracking now, the modesty falling away to leave the path clear for you to bring Jeno into your bed.

He smiles. “I want you too. But are you sure?”

Jeno lifts a hand to gently brush a section of hair back from your forehead. He’s so careful with you, and his eyes dart around your face, following the path of his fingers or watching the flutter of your eyelashes when you blink. The way he touches you is like you’re a butterfly, so fragile between his fingers.

“I won’t break, Jeno. I’m small, yes, and I’m short, but I’m not made of glass. I’m more like a teddy bear, squeezable even though I’m small.” You cover his hand on your face with your hand, leaning your cheek into his touch. “I like that you’re bigger and stronger than me, that when I look at you I kind of wonder if you might crush me if you were to hug me too tightly. I want you.”

“I’m not going to crush you, shorty,” he teases. “But let’s go before it gets to be too early or too late. Before we have people coming to look for us.”

“And where are we going?” You ask as Jeno turns and starts walking, his hand clasping yours once more to lead you along behind him. “Mine? Yours? The nearest closet?”

You’re only joking, but Jeno pulls you along right behind him into the men’s locker room. when he catches sight of the look on your face, Jeno laughs and presses at your shoulders until you sit down on a bench.

“Not here.” Jeno grins, looking around at the locker room. “We can go back to mine. But I’m going to shower off quickly before we leave, is that alright?” He runs his fingers through his hair.

He doesn’t strip in front of you, but once he walks over to the shower stalls on the other side of the lockers, you can still catch a glimpse of him in the gap between the curtain and the wall. The narrow sight of a sliver of skin growing as he bends down and peels his shorts and underwear all the way down behind the curtain. You try not to look, but your gaze simply won’t pull away. You catch glimpses and flashes and at one point you swear Jeno catches you looking before he turns his back.

Your imagination wanders while Jeno showers. You imagine getting up, crossing the tile floor to the shower, pulling back the curtain to step inside and join him. You imagine what it’ll be like when you get to his place. You imagine tasting the water droplets from his skin, his fingers sliding wet over your body.

You’re so lost in your fantasies that you don’t at first register Jeno turning off the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist before he steps out.

Of course he catches you staring now.

“Cute,” he says, coming over towards where you sit to reach into his locker behind you. He shoves his dirty clothes in, pulls out some clean ones. You turn your back to provide at least some sense of decency as Jeno pulls a pair of joggers on beneath the towel, and then he dons a fresh tshirt and a jacket.

When Jeno stands in front of you, holding his hand out for you to hold once more, you look up at him with his face all the way up there.

“Ready?” He asks.

“Just one last thing,” you reply. Jeno watches you climb up to stand on the bench you were sitting on. This puts you taller than Jeno, to his amusement. But when you lean down, placing your hands on both of his cheeks, he realizes what’s happening, and he tilts his head to meet your kiss.

It’s not the most romantic location for a real first kiss. Not that the chaste kiss after your date the other night didn’t count, but this one is your first genuine, deep kiss with Jeno.

He lets you control the kiss, taking it at your pen speed, kissing him in whatever way you will. But after a moment or two, Jeno wraps his arms around the backs of your legs. He pulls a little, fingers pressing in between your thighs, and you slide them apart, resting your weight back against Jeno’s hands. He supports you by the thighs.

You sink down as Jeno’s hands move, guiding your legs to wrap around his hips so that soon he’s standing there in the midst of the locker room, holding you up in his strong arms while you kiss him. Your ankles cross behind his back, arms folded along his shoulders.

“I think we should leave,” Jeno murmurs, “before I just end up sitting you down right here, having sex with you right on this bench.”

It doesn’t sound like a bad idea.

But you also really don’t want your first time with Jeno to be in the somewhat gross locker room of the gym.

“Take me home.” You draw kisses down Jeno’s jawline.

He lowers your feet back to the ground, and then you’re going, his hand fixed firmly around yours again, leading the way.

Jeno’s place isn’t so far away. You walk there with Jeno’s arm around your shoulders, tucking you into his side, protecting you from the chill in the night. Dawn is approaching, and with it is the rest of your day. Normally you would be finishing up the last hour of your shift right now, you’d be thinking of heading home to shower and get in bed for a few hours.

You don’t know what the rest of your day looks like right now.

Presumably you’re going to have sex with Jeno, but then what? Will you sleep over? Will you skip sleep and just go get breakfast together? Or will he kick you out as soon as it’s over? You don’t really think it’s that last option. Jeno’s too nice for that.

His place is just a small one bedroom. There’s not much to see because he’s a single young man living alone. A little messy, a little barren in terms of furniture.

Jeno’s kissing you before he’s even got the door all the way open, backing you into his apartment so he can kick the door shut behind him. “So tiny,” he says against your lips, his hands holding onto your hips. Your knees hit the edge of something, and you stumble down to sit on whatever it is. “And clumsy. Do you need me to carry you, my baby?”

Right as you begin to protest to the idea of being carried, Jeno’s already lifting you. It’s like you weigh nothing, which you know isn’t true, but Jeno tosses you over his shoulder, carrying you like a fireman would.

“Put me down!” You laugh, slapping a hand against his back, but Jeno starts walking, holding you there over his shoulder as he moves towards the bedroom.

“I don’t think so.” Jeno pushes in through the door to his bedroom, and a moment later your back is on the bed, the ceiling above you with Jeno laughing as he falls over top of you.

You feel so, so small as he covers you with his body, as Jeno dips down to kiss you once more.

“I liked that,” you say in between kisses. Jeno makes an inquisitive sound, to which you reply, “You carrying me like that, like it was nothing.” You run a hand down his chest, the other down one of his arms, as you tell him, “I like when you show me how strong you are, and when you make me feel small and powerless.”

As if to enhance your feeling, Jeno presses his weight down on you, his arms pressing into the bed on either side of your head.

Yes, you think, this is what you like. The reminder that Jeno is bigger and stronger than you, it gives you comfort while also turning you on. It speaks to that primal part of you that longs for a protector, and you just know that Jeno would be a good protector, that if you pursue this relationship with him he’ll be protective of you.

And you like that. A lot.

Jeno seems to like it too, as far as you can tell.

When he pulls away from you, rolling across the bed while mumbling something about putting a movie on, you can see the outline of his stiff erection against the front of his pants, made more obvious once he turns on the movie to project onto the wall at the foot of the bed.

It doesn’t matter what movie he turns on, as soon as Jeno rolls back towards you, you reel him back into the kiss, just now with the added background noise.

Making out with him lasts for a little while longer, wandering hands of both parties dipping and exploring beneath clothes, the exchange of soft sounds of pleasure.

Jeno is the first to lose a piece of clothing when you lift his shirt over his head. He teases you about how you’re staring at him as he watches you running your hands over his pecs and his abs. But moments later when he demands the even trade of you losing your shirt, he stares at your chest just as much.

Clothes seem to melt away after that. Pants, your bra, socks, Jeno’s underwear.

You can’t contain a small moan when you see his cock at long last. You’ve imagined it at times since you first started talking with him at the gym, and expectation versus reality has never been so satisfying for you. Your imagined version of Jeno’s cock doesn’t perfectly align with reality, but it’s close enough that you can’t believe your luck.

Jeno’s above average, big in all the ways that matter. Big cock, big hands, big heart. At the moment, it’s his hands that take precedence as he helps you out of your panties as they tangle around your ankles. His fingers run up the inside of your leg, and he starts with just gently running his fingers along your slit.

You do begin to watch the movie to some extent as Jeno idly touches you. His fingers stroke between your pussy lips, just touching and teasing, playing with you until you’re soaking wet, and Jeno’s fingertips are slipping through your wetness, one fingertip prodding right there at your entrance.

Even his fingers feel big as he presses one inside you. Jeno just slowly strokes the long finger in and out of you, while you struggle to keep your attention on the movie. You’re interested by the plot of it, but what Jeno’s doing to you is far more interesting, and before long, as he gets three fingers stretching you open, you can’t pretend to watch the movie any longer.

You cum on his fingers, riding them as he continues to fuck you on them, your wetness dripping between his fingers.

He’a only just pulled his wet fingers away from you when he wraps them around his cock, and you watch Jeno start jerking off with your wetness as lube. He slicks his length with it, and you roll onto your side to watch, but even that grows tiring after a moment, the hunger inside you rearing up and ready to bite. So you make the move.

You sit up, throwing a leg over Jeno’s lap, you put your hands on his broad shoulders, pulling yourself forward until you’re hovering over where he’s still got his hand moving in his erection.

“Fuck me, Jeno. Need to feel your big cock.” You moan, dropping your hips down so you can feel him, just needing him inside you.

Jeno obliges, watching your face as he guides his cock right to your entrance, watching your face as you swirl your hips against the pressure of his tip before you press down, sinking slowly around his length stretching you open.

You can feel the stretch, can feel the tightness of his muscles as he holds back from thrusting up into your tight heat. You want to feel him unleash that power on you.

And to some degree he does.

The way Jeno holds you, wrapping his arms around you, pressing your chest to his, it makes you feel like he’s so much bigger than you, like you’re small and safe in his arms. His swollen cock inside you feels huge too as he begins to actually rock his hips off the bed to drive up into you.

You’re begging for it before you even realize. Both of you take on a brutal pace. You drop down on his cock as fast and hard as you can manage. Jeno it’s just simply pounding into you from underneath until your strength gives out. Your legs slide out from under your, and you collapse against Jeno’s chest, which must have been the signal he was waiting for as he immediately grabs your hips with both hands, fucking up into you with all of his jarring strength.

You’re not exactly sure when your orgasm begins. It seems to be a perpetual thing, something you slid into so seamlessly that it could have been happening for ages or have just begun, so constant in the level that you’re crying, muscles jumping under your skin. Your hips twitch in Jeno’s hold, jerking and rolling and twisting like you’re trying to escape the constant onslaught of pleasure.

Jeno’s cock feels like it’s punching in deep inside you, swollen and stretching your pussy to your limit.

“Big one,” you moan. Your fingers claw and clutch at Jeno’s shoulders, your mouth sliding along his jaw and over his throat. “Big.”

“Tight,” is his only reply. “You’re so fucking little, my baby. You like how big I feel inside you? God, can you even take it if I cum inside you?”

“I can take it!” You moan, the sound gurgling out of you, and you hide your face against Jeno’s shoulder. “I can take it.”

Jeno doesn’t let up on your hips, using his hold to bounce you on his dick like you’re nothing more than a toy for him to use. “I’m not sure you can take it, sweet girl. Your little pussy would just overflow with it.”

You start to whine in equal parts protest and arousal. You wouldn’t overflow with his cum, you’re not that little. But at the same time, you wish you would, so that you could watch Jeno’s creamy cum leak from your pussy.

Jeno’s laugh at your desperation turns into a moan as you clench around his cock. “Aw, shit,” he curses, and then he’s lifting you by your hips, pulling you off his cock to just plop you in his lap.

You think the sound of Jeno moaning is beautiful. It’s similar to the grunting sounds you’d heard from him the night you met at the gym, but these are so much better.

His hand works over his cock, cum spurting from the tip to coat your belly and his, the pearly cum glossing over his abs, glazing your pussy as it drips down.

Jeno sighs and drops his head back against the headboard of his bed, his hand falling away from his dick to rest on your thigh instead, trailing his damp and sticky fingers over your bare skin.

You don’t care about his sticky cum drying on your belly and pussy and thigh. You just lean in, taking Jeno’s face in your hands, and you pull his mouth to yours. You and Jeno kiss heatedly at first, working out the last bits of overwhelming lust you’ve been absorbed in for the last however long, until at last the kiss slows into something softer and gentler. Jeno holds you tenderly in his arms, slowly sinking you both down together so you’re lying pressed together in his bed.

Jeno squeezes his arms around you, drawing a small squeak out as he crushes you a bit to his chest. His lips leave yours to instead catch his breath and stare up at the shadows playing on the ceiling.

“Do you want to stay tonight?” He asks. “I won’t blame you if you want to leave either.”

“No,” you moan, turning your head against his chest. “I don’t think I could leave, even if I wanted to. I might as well stay here. Get in some quality time with you outside of the gym, maybe fit in another round or so before we really have to sleep or start the day. You really don’t mind me staying over tonight?”

Jeno laughs, teasing you with, “Why would I? It’s not like you take up much room.”

You sit up, shoving your hands against his chest, sliding yourself over top of him again. “Is that how you want to play it?”

Jeno grins, his hands covering yours on his chest. “It is, my sweet baby.” In an instant he somehow rolls things over so that you’re on your back beneath him, and you make a weak attempt to wrestle with him. You’re nothing compared to Jeno, and when he rolls you onto your side and sinks down behind you to spoon you, you give up the last of your strength to just sink into the warmth and safety, the strength of his arms wrapped around you.

“Goodnight,” he murmurs. “Sleep tight.”

You hum a little, settling down to get a little more comfortable. “Night, big boy.” You reach back behind you and him, managing to slap your hand lightly against his ass, which draws a laugh from Jeno.

Jeno snuggles you tight against his chest, sighing softly, curling around you like you’re his favorite teddy bear to help him sleep through the night.

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oceanlix · 2 years ago

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Day 22: Johnny + Cockwarming

Pairing: Johnny x female reader

Genre: Smut

Word count: 949

Warnings: Cockwarming, breast play, nipple play, dirty talk, masturbation (female), begging, unprotected sex, creampie

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“Sit still.” A sharp slap to your thigh has you gasping, your movements halting right away.

Johnny’s grip around your waist is tight, his fingers brushing against your bare stomach. You’ve only got his hoodie on while you sit on his cock, but the feeling of the fabric rubbing against your skin has you sensitive already.

Your man just wanted to watch some basketball. However, you’d been trying to get his attention all day. Johnny never denied you anything, but he’d been looking forward to this for weeks. It’s nice that you want him this much and he’s willing to take care of you, just afterwards. Finally, he had come up with the solution for both of you. The only problem is that you keep squirming around, trying to get even more from him.

“Babe,” he warns you again, squeezing your ass. You can’t help but jerk against him, whining a little.

You’re being a brat and you know it. Your boyfriend never leaves you unsatisfied, so you know that he deserves time to watch this basketball game. It doesn’t change the fact that you’re desperate for his cock though, which is why you’ve been touching and teasing him for hours, hoping he would do something about it. In the end, all you got yourself was a nice little cockwarming session. It just wasn’t doing enough for you.

“I need you,” you whimper, once again trying to shift your hips to get some movement. Johnny’s big and he’s stretching you out nicely, but you want to feel him while he fucks you.

Your man sighs, glancing away from the screen to your face. His hands rub up and down your back soothingly. “You can’t even give me a couple hours?” Johnny sounds defeated, but you don’t let yourself get your hopes up. Knowing your boyfriend, he hasn’t totally given in yet.

You tilt your head down and kiss him, hoping you can entice him into finally giving you what you want. Johnny squeezes your sides as he slips his tongue into your mouth, gently moving you back and forth in his lap. Just when you think you’ve won, he pulls away and sits back against the couch, smirking at you meanly.

“If you want my cock so bad, then go ahead and ride it,” he instructs, pinching your thigh. “But don’t block the TV or be too loud, I’m still watching the game.”

Your mouth falls open in disbelief. It’s not even a bad deal considering how much of a brat you’re being, but you were so sure that you could push him to the edge. Your ego is a little bit bruised, if you’re being honest.

Johnny’s going to eat his words tonight, you decide. With a smirk of your own, you lift up his hoodie and bite down on the hem. With your breasts on display, you start rolling your hips in his lap, your hands pinching and rubbing your nipples. You watch his eyes flicker from the TV screen to your chest for a moment, struggling to look away.

There’s no way he’s going to last another hour, not with the sinful expressions you’re making as you touch yourself. Johnny glances away from the screen again just in time to see you brush your clit with your fingers. The moan you let out goes right to his dick, which twitches inside you.

The game goes to commercial, and it’s almost comical how fast Johnny grabs your waist and lays you flat on the couch underneath him. His cock is still buried inside you, but he pulls out until only the tip is inside, slamming back into you so roughly that you become breathless.

“I can’t believe you,” he hisses, hooking your legs around his hips. Johnny rubs your nipples while he fucks you, his breath heavy on your neck. “So impatient, couldn’t even wait two hours for me to fuck you. You’re so filthy, you know that?”

Your man kisses and bites at your neck while you writhe against him, your orgasm barreling down on you. The sound of skin slapping as he fucks into you drives you crazy, your hands clinging onto his shoulders as you moan freely. Johnny knows just how to bring you to the edge, his hand reaching between your bodies to toy with your bundle of nerves.

“There, right there,” you gasp, locking your ankles around his back to keep him in place. You don’t know how he can keep up the pace, but he drills into you relentlessly. “Please,” you whimper, biting down on the skin of his shoulder to ground yourself.

“Hurry up and come for me,” Johnny urges, gripping your thighs. “The game is about to come back on.”

If you weren’t so far gone already you’d complain, but you can feel the tight coil in your lower half about to snap. You look up at your man, his gaze wild as he continues fucking you roughly. Your orgasm hits as soon as he looks into your eyes, your whole body fluttering as you cum on his cock.

Johnny holds you through it, his orgasm following yours shortly. He kisses your face gently while you both come down, pulling his hoodie back down over your body. Your thighs are sticky with cum that spilled out, but you can barely move. Your boyfriend adjusts you slightly so that you won’t fall off the couch, his hands loosely holding onto your ass to keep you in place. His attention turns back to the basketball game as you snuggle up against his chest, but you decide you’ll complain about it later, letting your eyes fall shut as you give into exhaustion.

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lavenderbexlatte · 2 years ago

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day 30 - gangbang

nct 2.9k words female reader insert Reader x NCT 127 NSFW

🖤 warnings: group sex, penetrative sex (f receiving), mentions of oral sex (m receiving), scene negotiation, all of nct 127 are present and participating but jaehyun/taeyong/yuta focus 🖤

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The invitation is polite, organized, and completely off the rails.

You knew that becoming friends with a group of guys like them would end up weird, but this is a whole new level of weird.

They're a club baseball team that plays intramural games out of your university city. You'd met the first baseman, Mark, in your senior seminar class. He's inexplicably the same major as you, and he's a delight. Goofy, and a little strange, but quick and smart and fun. A good study buddy.

Then you'd met his friends.

Nine guys, including Mark, who just kind of hang out at whoever's home is available and eat and drink everything in sight. You'd met them at Mark's place, at what was introduced to you as a dinner party but ended up being a kickback, with beer and karaoke and a soccer game on TV.

Two of them are Mark's roommates, fellow students at your university who share an apartment with him. These two, Hyuck and Jungwoo, are the ones you see most often.

There's Taeil, long since graduated and moved on to an office job, who shares a little one-story house with graduate students Taeyong and Doyoung.

And there's Johnny and Jaehyun and Yuta, all freelancers in a very messy condo on the nice side of town.

They were all at this kickback, and they were an awful lot to experience all at once.

But now, a year and change later, they've become reliable friends. None as close or constant in your life as Mark, who's a true homie, but they're sweet guys, good to catch a movie or grab something to eat. And you go to their baseball games when you can.

They're casual friends, which is why this invitation is so off the rails.

You're at Mark's place for the evening, ready to watch a horror movie with Mark and Yuta and Jaehyun. Pizza and screaming. A good time all around.

Until they sit you down, and they ask. Jaehyun asks, specifically.

"Would you wanna come over to Taeil's with us on Saturday?"

You glance between Yuta and Jaehyun, their serious faces. Mark's head is already bowed, staring at the floor, ears flaming.

"Yeah," you say, "I guess. For what?"

You're thinking another dumb dinner party or something.

But that is not what Yuta says. "We're having an orgy."

You choke on nothing. The two guys watch as you cough and try desperately to wrap your mind around that sentence, the nonchalant way it was said. Mark still looks mortified.

"You're what?" you sputter.

"Having an orgy. We wanted to know if you were interested," says Jaehyun.

"Having an - an-"

"Orgy," Yuta repeats, impatient. "You know. Sex. With a group."

"With who?"

"Just us. The bros," says Jaehyun.

Yuta nods. "The nine of us. You'd make ten."

You say it slowly, to make sure you've got it right. "You want me...to come over...and have sex with you guys. Like. All of you, together."

"I mean, kinda. Basically. No guarantee who's with who, but-"

"Are you serious?"

"If you don't wanna come, that's fine," says Jaehyun.

"Yeah, we'll just do it anyway," Yuta agrees. "But you're welcome to come."

An orgy. With the nine of them.

Mark still hasn't said anything. He looks like he wishes the floor would swallow him up, just sitting there curled in his chair.

Out of all of them, you're closest to Mark, so you ask him cautiously, "Are...are you okay with this?"

"Me?" Mark jerks his head up. "Yeah, man. It's just super weird to ask someone new in. Like, Hyuck nearly moved out when we-"

"We do it all the time, for real. We just thought you would enjoy yourself if you came with," Yuta interrupts.

You're looking among the three of them, like someone's going to start laughing and say sike, just kidding, no orgy. But they all look calm, serious.

"It's fun," Mark admits. "Super fun."

"This is real," you say.

"Yeah, it's real," says Jaehyun.

"You really want me to do this."

Jaehyun nods. "Yeah, if you want."

"No pressure," says Yuta. "Seriously. If you say no, we'll forget about it. We're still friends, everything is normal. But if you're down..."

All nine of them.

They're attractive, you can admit that. Different looks, different vibes, but all beautiful. All single, all more or less responsible, all kind and trustworthy as far as you've seen. And you trust that they really wouldn't be angry if you turn them down. Nothing about the situation, except that it's new and overwhelming, is bad or dangerous.

Despite the surprise of even being asked, it's tempting. Incredibly tempting.

Jaehyun leans back in his seat. "You don't have to decide right now, you have a couple days to-"

"Okay."

"Yo, really?" Mark asks, wide-eyed.

"Yeah," you say, "Yeah, I'll go. I'm in."

"Sick," Yuta grins. "We'll text you the time and stuff."

That's it. That's all. They drop it after that, and you do watch the horror movie. Eat pizza, scream at the television, and laugh at Jaehyun pretending he's not scared.

But the whole time, you're wondering if you just hallucinated the entire conversation. You agreed to go to an orgy with your friend's baseball team.

Not a hallucination.

Not by a long shot, because the next day, Yuta texts you with the location (Taeil's place, obviously) time (8pm, which is kind of late but okay), and instructions to not wear anything you care about.

This is really happening, then.

You're not nervous, and you're not regretting it. No, rather, you're insatiably curious.

One thorough shower and a comfy outfit later, you're knocking on the door of Taeil's demure little house. You've always liked this place, with its neat front garden that Taeyong keeps carefully weeded and watered, and the comfortably-worn paint job and creaky eaves.

Hard to believe there's going to be major debauchery inside.

Taeil himself lets you in.

"Oh, hey." He waves, but it's lost in the oversized sleeves of his pullover.

"Hi."

"We're still waiting for a few guys, c'mon in."

Taeil wanders back into his home, shuffling comfortably across the wood floor, leaving you to take a few deep breaths and spend a little too long organizing your shoes by the door. You do go inside, though, and you find the guys in the living room.

"You showed up," says Taeyong, sounding surprised.

He's mostly upside-down on the sofa, squished into Jungwoo's side and holding the remote control loosely in one dangling hand. They're watching some cartoon, looking far too relaxed for a couple of guys about to have an orgy.

Doyoung is there, too, though he's standing at the kitchen counter organizing what looks like an entire year's worth of water bottles.

And sitting on the back of the sofa, wearing an unzipped hoodie with nothing underneath, is Yuta, who smiles and beckons you over with deceptively cute open arms. He's never been a particularly huggy person, in your experience, not for anyone but Mark. But you walk over, and he drapes his arm around your shoulders, tugging you against his warm side.

"You didn't chicken out," Yuta says.

"Why does no one have any faith in me?" you ask him, in mock annoyance.

Yuta shrugs. "We're pretty scary, I wouldn't blame you."

"Too curious."

He squeezes you, and lets you go, and you go to sit on Taeyong's other side.

Donghyuck and Mark arrive together, after another episode and a half of the cartoon that Taeyong insists stay on the TV. And it doesn't take long after for Johnny and Jaehyun to traipse in, unfashionably late and carting a big bag of takeout food.

They're all here.

Once everyone is gathered, sitting and leaning on the furniture, talking brightly over the noise of the television, mind-blowingly normal, Taeyong rights himself and stands up.

"Okay! Ground rules," he says.

"Don't need 'em," Johnny dismisses.

"Yes, we do. Especially with a new person here," Taeyong replies. "Let's go over them"

"Who put you in charge?" Hyuck complains.

Taeyong blinks at him, nonplussed. "You did. All of you, when you voted me team captain."

You wonder how they even have time for sex with all of this going on.

But Taeyong has his phone out and is scrolling carefully. Do they...write down their orgy rules? Do they have enough orgies that they need written rules?

"The basics. Ask first, don't be an asshole, don't bite people without permission, that means you, Yuta," Taeyong lists, "Don't choke anyone even 'as a joke,' okay, Hyuck?"

"That's discrimination," Yuta says.

Donghyuck whines, "It was Mark, how am I supposed to be held responsible for-"

"No unsolicited backshots, absolutely no filming or pictures, no bullying of any kind," Taeyong reads, and he glances up, face unamused. "Doyoung."

"When-" Doyoung sputters, 'When would I ever-"

"And lastly, whatever happens here, stays here. No grudges, no weirdness, no ruining friendships. If you catch feelings because of the sex, you talk it out like a man," Taeyong says, with finality.

"Does that sound okay?" Jaehyun asks you, calm and placid as per usual, even as the others squabble over the callouts.

You nod. "Really good, actually."

It's all so casual. So no-nonsense, really, even with the personal shots called.

"It's Doyoung's turn for beverages and snacks, so blame him if anything sucks," Taeyong says. "Other than that, we're good to go."

Doyoung scoffs. "Excuse me-"

He doesn't finish his complaint, because he's hit in the face with and summarily buried under Yuta's discarded hoodie, and with that, it begins.

For a while, you just watch.

You'd wondered what it would be like. Your first group sex experience. It's...not all that strange, actually.

As if they've just been counting the seconds until they're allowed to do this, Jungwoo practically tackles Yuta over the back of the sofa, and they disappear onto the floor on the other side with just Yuta's maniacal delighted laughter to let you know that they're okay.

You kneel up on the sofa cushions to get a look at them, just out of curiosity. There's hands in jeans and Yuta's butterfly tattoo standing out starkly on his hips and God, you didn't know Jungwoo had abs like that-

Better let them be, you think, and you sit back down properly.

In your distraction of approximately eight seconds, Donghyuck has gotten a very apprehensive-looking Doyoung backed against the far wall, with Taeil not far behind.

Johnny is fielding a similar eager approach, as Mark has climbed from his own seat and is leaning deep into Johnny's personal space, their faces inches apart, Jesus-

This is a lot. This is so much.

"They're always just so, so horny," comes Taeyong's voice.

He and Jaehyun have taken up the extra seats on the sofa with you, just watching the chaos the same as you are.

"Think Doie is gonna let that happen?" Jaehyun asks, with a nod over to the corner.

Taeyong snorts. "Looks like it's happening."

"You two don't want to get in there?" you ask.

"Don't you?" Jaehyun counters.

"Thought you could use some semi-normal company, to ease you in," Taeyong says. "Maybe you'd need some time to get comfortable. Not all of us are Jungwoo."

"You'd be damn lucky if you were!" Jungwoo's affronted voice pipes from behind the sofa.

Taeyong nods at you solemnly. "He's got Yuta this time, he's right."

"I'm pretty comfortable," you admit.

"Then d'you wanna make out?" Jaehyun asks.

There's something so intriguing and inherently relaxing about his direct approach. No nonsense, no holding back. He wants it, he's gonna ask for it. You'd be a fool to say no.

"Sure."

So your first orgy experience is a kiss.

A good, slow, deep kiss, complete with Jaehyun's big careful hands holding you steady. You can't pretend you've never thought about kissing Jaehyun before. Of course you have. He's handsome, steadfast, incredibly funny and quick despite his laid-back nature.

It actually starts to feel more like an orgy experience when you feel another hand touch you, tentative, just a poke at your shoulder.

"Can I..." Taeyong starts, licking his lips.

You would trust Taeyong to do quite literally anything, but still, you turn slightly in Jaehyun's grip to tease, "Can you...?"

"I wanna take this off," he says, plucking at your top.

"I would hate to be the first one naked," you say.

"You definitely wouldn't be," Jaehyun points out.

You glance around, and yeah, true. Donghyuck is bare-ass naked, over there, and Johnny's shirt is gone, and you're pretty sure that those are Yuta's jeans hanging off the closed curtains. Well, hey. They've already started.

"Yeah, go ahead," you grin.

So your shirt goes, and then Taeyong's, showing off his lean figure and his little colorful tattoos, and then Jaehyun's just to make things fair.

Kissing Taeyong is just natural at that point, and it's such a starkly difference experience from kissing Jaehyun that your head spins, a little. He's eager where Jaehyun was controlled, easy to accommodate when you press forward, when you readjust.

"I think," Taeyong muses, against your lips, "I think I want to see Jae fuck you, first."

You pull back, grin. "Why him?"

"He invited you, didn't he?"

"Dibs," Jaehyun says.

"And dibs," Taeyong agrees.

"You can't dibs a person," you pout.

"I just did," Jaehyun says. "Why, you don't want me?"

"Maybe I came here just for Mark," you say.

Jaehyun thumbs over his shoulder. "He's busy."

Mark is indeed busy, with Johnny's dick down his throat. Ah, well.

"You can have Mark next," Taeyong grins. "Jaehyun first."

"I want you next," you say, cheeky.

"Fine, you picky bitch. Jaehyun, me, Mark, if you're serious."

You would keep arguing, just to be annoying, if Jaehyun didn't hook his fingers into the waistband of your bottoms and bite down on your throat gently in tandem. No, rather, that makes you gasp into Taeyong's mouth, still so close to yours.

"I thought no biting was a rule!" you complain.

"Oops," Jaehyun grins.

"You broke the rules."

He shrugs. "Punish me, then."

"Later," Taeyong says. "Get going, someone else is gonna want a piece of one of you, soon, and I don't wanna miss this."

Excited, hazy with arousal, and certain that both Taeil and Johnny, from their respective corners and sides, are watching you, time contracts into nothing as you strip, as you climb astride Jaehyun, as you wave off Taeyong's offer of a condom, and you lower yourself onto his waiting - impressive, admittedly very very nice - erection, and settle into place against the cradle of his hips.

Jaehyun's hands are everywhere at once. Your breasts, your hair, your thighs where they fall on either side of his body. The attention is almost overwhelming, and there's a whole other person here, too.

"View good enough?" you ask Taeyong, half-joking.

"Flawless," he answers.

He's right up behind you, still in his loose shorts, his thin chest pressed to your back as he hooks his chin over your shoulder to see even better. After a moment, as you fidget and adjust, Taeyong's hands find your hips and begin to guide you against Jaehyun.

You're not sure when Taeyong took control of the situation, here, but he certainly has it. In a strange kind of way, too. Suggestion and help, more than anything. Emphasis on you, what you're feeling, what would be best for you, as he touches you lightly, mouths over your throat gently.

With Taeyong's help, it's not long before your orgasm looms. His careful fingers over your clit, and Jaehyun rocking shallowly upward into you.

"Gonna cum," you warn.

"I've been holding it back," Jaehyun replies, "Go ahead."

"Fast," Taeyong teases, reaching around you to tweak Jaehyun's nipple.

"I haven't been with a girl in a while," he defends.

"Forgot how good it feels?" Taeyong grins.

"So good. Like heaven."

They're messing around, but the admission of it seems to push Jaehyun right over the edge, because his hands nudge Taeyong's out of the way so he can pull your hips down to meet his and dig his fingers into your skin hard enough to bruise.

The hot spill of him into you, no condom, is better than you'd imagined, and when you glance up to see that Johnny and Taeil are still watching, and now Yuta and Jungwoo, too, Taeyong's fingers over your clit are too much.

You cum with a strangled sound that isn't quite anyone's name.

And when you've finished, when the fog is clearing from your head, Jaehyun eases you off him, ever so gently.

"Thanks," he says, smacking a loud kiss on your forehead. "Shit. That was good."

He's so strange.

"I'm glad," you reply, amused.

Taeyong chooses that moment to pounce, nudging you onto your back and crawling between your thighs, his shorts gone, now.

"I left a mess for you," Jaehyun says. "Just how you like it."

Hands on your shoulders make you jump, and you look up to find Yuta leaning over you, white-blonde hair falling into his face.

"Lemme in," he says.

You sit up enough for Yuta to scoot behind you, and now you're propped against his chest, with Taeyong ready and waiting between your legs. Sandwiched again between two men, but different ones, this time.

Now, truly, it feels like an orgy.

"I'm next," Yuta informs you.

"Wait your damn turn," Taeyong says.

He's dragging himself through your messy folds, picking up the obscene mix of your release and Jaehyun's, and you squirm against Yuta in overstimulation as he presses into you.

This is going to be a long, long night.

#kinktober 2022 #kpop kinktober #nct 127 fanfic #nct 127 smut #moon taeil smut #lee taeyong smut #johnny suh smut #nakamoto yuta smut #kim doyoung smut #jung jaehyun smut #kim jungwoo smut #mark lee smut #lee donghyuck smut #yikes this could have been so much longer but i had to stop for my health

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shwazzberryswriting · 2 years ago

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The Promise of a Duke

Pairing: Jaehyun x F Reader

Genre: One Shot, AU - Regency Fantasy Romance (Not Period Accurate), Fluff and Smut

Summary: Lord Jaehyun Jeong, newly wed, won't stop smoking until a baby is on the way…

Word count: 3k+

Rating/Warnings: Mature/Not Beta Read, Not Period Accurate (specifically the cigarette smoking), Explicit Sexual Content: Vaginal Fingering, Creampie, Cum Play, Multiple Orgasms, Breeding Kink, Exhibitionism

Minors DNI! 18+ ONLY

Author’s Note:

First: Part 2 of my Neohub Kinktober Event!!! I had a free day and I found that this fic fit under the "Breeding" kink for the event, fell on the same day as my first Kinktober fic, so I utilized my free time to post 2 fics in one day! Check out my own personal Kinktober List** which has a couple fics that won't be a part of the Neohub event!

Second: This was requested!!! Nonny OP Please forgive me for taking so long to fulfill this request!! 😭 🙏 I hope this fulfills your fantasies! I read the request when Bridgerton teasers were coming out and inspired me to make this fic regency fantasy romance!!

Apologies in advance for any mistakes!! 💚

Happy Halloween! Enjoy this awesome holiday! 🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡

Please let me know of any technical errors or if you have feedback/questions

Sweet tobacco tickled her sinuses, waking her. Sitting up, she placed a hand over her mouth. Curls at the front of her bonnet unfurled as she sneezed, loosened tendrils blocking her vision.

Pushing them behind her ears, she saw her husband at the foot of the bed. The thick curtains were pulled back. Illuminating full moon radiating into her bed chambers.

The right side window swung open as he stared out into the indigo night, bare back to her. Top of his trousers hanging off his hips, threatening to slip down.

His lean statuesque pose was breath-taking. Perfect model for an Italian Renaissance artist with every muscle flexing and glowing.

“Jaehyun, dear,” she called out, stepping out of bed, “you’ll catch a cold without a tunic, or robe at least.”

“It’s hot,” he replied, opening his left arm to her, turning around slightly. Smooth, gentle voice to match his gaze. Eyes so dark she fell into an abyss, consumed by his focus on her. “I was admiring the moon.”

In nothing but her nightgown, her whole body lit up with goose pimples. The night’s chill seeped into her skin. His embrace warmed her shoulders.

His cigarette smoke infiltrated her senses, her mind hazy and flustered. She sneezed into her hands, multiple curls coming undone with her bonnet deflating over her forehead.

“I wish you’d give that up,” she said, looking at the moonlight reflected onto his milky skin, pushing her bonnet out of her face. The contrast of his black tendrils over his porcelain forehead reminded her of the earthy taste of Jaehyun’s skin. Saliva building at the back of her throat. “My father left my mother a widow when I was 8. He’d coughed blood, and still smoked. Do you wish to make me worry so much?”

“Come, my wife,” he said, exhaling a puff of smoke out the open window, “I promised you on our wedding night that I’ll give up my vices once we start our family. I fully intend to keep my word.”

Fingers at her hip pinched, the grip painfully sharp even with the layer of fabric covering her. Goose pimples flared up to her tits, fire rushing into the pit of her stomach. Their eyes locked, a shadow over his eyes as his lips curved up gently. Her mouth dried as her heat engulfed her face.

“How can we start a family when you’re smoking and not in bed with your wife then, husband?”

He chuckled, eyes squinting as his set of perfect teeth shone in the moonlight.

“How do you want to try our family planning tonight, my love?”

He let her go, snuffing the cigarette against the ashtray on the windowsill. She ran a hand over his chest, appreciating the warmth and softness of his skin. Lady Masscaster described her husband’s skin like worn leather, rough on the fingertips. but the Duke of West Goroa, Jaehyun Jeong, was of the most expensive material on earth: gold.

He was smooth, strong yet pliable. Her right hand palmed over his hip, pushing his trousers down his hips.

Tongue licking her husband’s chest, gliding toward his nipple, her senses filled with his metallic musk. His skin tasted fresh and cool. Minty with the mossy dew she’d inhaled in the forest during wet morning horseback rides.

“Careful, love.” He grunted, hand slipping away from the curtains to her wrist. His manhood was warming up in her fist. Heat rushing to her head blurred her vision. “Squeeze me too hard and my seed will spill all over that pretty gown.”

“This old thing?” She laughed, releasing his stiffening member. He pulled her front up against his. “Just an old nightgown for bedtime. Are you going to sleep in bed with me for once, Jae?”

She turned away from the hot touch of his fingers pinching her breast. His guffaw into the crook of her neck lit up her body in goose pimples.

“Do you find it humorous that you’re still called the Cad of West Goroa?”

“Are you unsettled by the name calling?”

She yelped as he scooped her up in his arms, throwing her top half over his shoulder, arms wrapped around her waist.

“Beast! You feral beast! I am your wife and you’re carrying me like a-like a Neanderthal!”

“That’s your husband you’re slandering,” he said with a heavy sigh, as if her words were wearing him down, not his lack of sleep. “What sort of beast did you marry?”

He laid her onto the bed, dying flames from the fireplace the only source of light in the room. His face was hidden in the shadows but she felt his smile against her skin, a sweet chuckle into the crook of her neck. Resting his body over hers, his knee widened the parting of her legs.

“Well, you’ve spent your evenings at the gambling halls, coming home when I’m rising to prepare for us to break fast. How am I to trust you aren’t gambling away our fortunes? Where have your hands and your…your honor been at all hours of the night? Your dainty wife is asleep at home.”

“Do I not make love to you enough?”

She moaned as his hand went between her legs, fingers gliding up and down against her slit, curling the thin cloth of her nightdress into her folds. Hips thrusting against his touch, she failed to resist her desires. Hands pulling her gown up to give him better access.

Jaehyun didn’t often make love to her at night in their bed chambers, but he always fucked her after they broke fast. Often, he’d lock them in the bath together and spill his seed into her.

Other times he’d have her in his study, on his large oak desk before settling down to focus on his paperwork. When he’d rise for supper, they’d make love not just in his chambers, but hers as well.

Her chest swelled at the thrill of the rare opportunity to fuck late at night in her bed chambers.

Wet tip sliding up against her folds, he hissed. Her spine shook, nipples aching. One hand gripping her fleshy thigh, he pushed his cock into her. Their lips connected, his arms hooking under her thighs.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she kissed him hard. Tongue shoving against his teeth, lips sucking his. Every push of his hot manhood into her encouraged her to hold him tighter.

“You’ll give me as many children as I want,” his breath was at her throat. Her arms loosened with her nails creating pink trails along his milky shoulder blades as his pushes quickened. “Fill you with my seed, wife. A house full of babies, this is my dream for us.”

“Jaehyun!”

His smokey breath consumed her. Alcohol on his tongue filling her senses. Her insides lit up with his cum.

He refused to release her lips. Hands grabbing her face, his tongue thrust in and out of her mouth. The weight of his hips were heavy as he kept himself deep inside of her. Softening cock still making her feel full.

��Has Doctor Kim visited?” His gentle voice was at her ear. A heavy kiss on her shoulder. “Florence befriended the Parisian healer-” “They’ve all visited Monday,” she replied, hand caressing his neck. “I’m well. Flo said it can take time. The healer suggested that I take a little honey in my tea for blood flow.”

“Do you still believe that will encourage more babies?”

“Her advice has helped at least ten couples. The Duchess of Waignberg had twins.”

He pulled out of her, sitting up. Eyes shut, she threw her hands up to quiet her moan. Jaehyun thrust two fingers deep inside of her.

“A personal theory of mine.” Her walls instinctively constricted around his long fingers as he rutted shallow pushes into her. “I need to hold you like this to ensure my seed remains inside of you.”

He was silent as his fingers stilled. Her pussy walls continued to squeeze his fingers, her hips shaking.

Quivering breaths echoing along the walls, she thrust against his motionless wrist, riding out her orgasm. Both hands held onto his wrist between her legs. Nails marking him with more pink scratches.

“Let’s go to sleep, Jae.”

“Like this?” He spooned her. Middle finger in her cunt, he kissed her shoulder. “You’re so hot down here. I need to appreciate feeling you while I can.”

“If you’d just come to bed with me every night,” she said before moaning loudly. Her throat tightened as his thumb encircled her cum covered clit. “Jae!”

“After our first born arrives, it will be this every night, love.” Hand cupping her heat, he pressed a kiss on her shoulder again. “Once your body is healed. It’s my family before anything else.”

“Thank you, Stuart,” Jaehyun said to the stable boy. Handing Stuart his whip and cap, he pulled his gold plated watch from his pocket. “Prep the staff for dinner for the usual time. The Lady and I will put the horses away. We’ll need to have a bath drawn up in my chambers. Not hers.”

Stuart left abruptly as Jaehyun helped his wife dismount from her horse, a beautiful Connemara steed. Eloise had been Jayhyun’s wedding gift to his bride.

Elegant with beautiful shiny locks that radiated everywhere she went, Eloise matched her owner perfectly. Thanking the horse for a fun ride, she took the reins and led Eloise to her stall.

“I daresay, my Lord, you let me win today.” Her lovely locks were coming undone. Loopy tresses fell down, covering the nape of her neck. Dark forest hiding her luscious skin from his lips. His fingers curled against his leg the same ways her perfect skin caressed Eloise’s pearly silk fur. “Beating you by a whole five seconds? I haven’t ever beaten you by more than two seconds to spare. And matching your speed is difficult enough as it is.”

“You’re much too modest, my Lady.” His hands were on her hips. Planting a kiss on the crook of her neck, he inhaled. Sweet floral dew with a sharp sourness cutting through, he sucked up her sweat. “How can I keep up with you when you’re besting me day after day?”

“My Lord?”

“I need you,” he grunted, hands pulling up layers of fabrics to get to her cunt, “right fucking now.”

Fisting her skirts tight, he pulled her front against the stable wall, chest pinning her under him. One hand quickly undoing his breeches, he freed his painfully hot and aching rod. Nipping a trail of sharp kisses along her shoulders, he glided his wet, precum covered tip along her ass and slit. Fire shot to his balls as she remained quiet, hips thrusting gently against him.

“Every day-” his tip pushed against her hot entrance, mind spinning like a fever “-I need to fill you up more and more.”

They took in dry breaths of air together as he pushed into her. The squeeze of her walls forced his mind blank.

Sour manure. Sweet hay. Musty oak.

The pliable flesh that clung onto his cock was all he could focus on. Every fucking time he was inside he was instantly lost. Sucked right into her. Going in deeper. She clung tighter with every push.

He’d stopped going to the gambling halls. Every night, his need to fill up his wife before her bedtime took precedence. He enjoyed dinner more when he was depleted of energy from fucking her in his study in the late afternoon. A need to create something beautiful with her.

Now he was finding it difficult not to fuck her after watching her hair fly widely on horseback all afternoon. Focused only on her eyes lighting up as she passed him. Thunderous laughter echoing through the forest in utter ecstasy as her steed flew past his.

“I need you filled with my cum,” he rasped into her ear, balls deep inside of her. Cock feeling the all consuming squeeze of her succulent walls, he came into her. Hands grasping her hips tight he rutted shallow pushes into her. “Milk me!”

The pressure of her walls was so tight, the weight in his balls twisted up into his guts. Body rigid, he pressed her flat against the wall. The intense heat in his body slowly deflated, his grip at her hips loosening. They remained connected as he felt their mixed fluids dribble down their legs.

“I need to fill you with my seed the moment I think there is none left in you.” He pulled out of her. Immediately, his hand cupped her core, feeling the fluids seep through the cracks between his fingers. “Do you think we’ll have a boy or a girl first?”

“With you manhandling me so often lately,” she said softly, fingers from one hand wrapping around his wrist, “if we have a girl first it will be my way to remind you that I control your silly little dick.”

She cried out as he thrust his rock hard stick into her. It was too much too fast. He came into her in two gut punching spurts.

“I need you filled up with me,” he said, giving one harsh push into her. She grunted and he failed to suck up a high pitched mewl. Heavy breath with another hard jerk, he cleared his throat. “Our baby boy will be a reminder how much my cum has been inside of you for the past month.”

He released her. She turned around. Their lips were together instantly, her arms around his neck. Fingers grabbing his tresses, she hummed against his lips.

“I love you, Jae.”

“I love you, too.”

She wrung the handkerchief, knuckles throbbing with every twist. The sun was disappearing, and Jaehyun was still not home.

“Thank you, Marie.” Jaehyun’s plate was covered as her barely touched bowl of beef consomme was cleared away. “Prepare a glass of warmed milk with just a drop of honey, if you please.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“I’ll take my milk in my chambers. No need to draw up a bath for me. You can go to bed after the house has been cleaned and prepared for tomorrow. I’ll take care of the Lord when he returns.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Bidding the Lady of the house a good night, Marie left the dining room to execute orders for the manor’s night chores.

She paced before the fireplace until her cheeks burned from the heat. She was walking toward the front of the house when the front door burst open.

“Perfect timing!” Jaehyun’s eyes were tiny slits with his mouth wide open in a grin. Pearly square teeth gleaming. His arms were thrown out in the air. Like a jester on stage. “I’m in need of my wife’s sweet, comforting embrace.”

The acidic burn of tobacco singed her nostrils. Silver ash coated her mouth, the smoke taking up all of her senses. Eyes shut, her knees buckled.

Jaehyun called out her name, voice soft, but as clear as ever. Strong arms wrapping around her waist, he pulled her up against him, scooping her legs under one arm. The other hooked under her back, holding her firm.

“Are you ill?” He pressed a sickeningly sour breath against her lips. “Doctor Kim visited this morning, you said.”

“Jae.” She could only manage a soft sigh. Eyes shut, it hurt to even move. Her whole body spun. She wanted to retch what little soup she managed down for supper. But she mustn’t. “I’m pregnant. We’re going to have a baby.”

His grip tightened. His breathing slowed. Heavy breath inward, slow even breath out; all through his nose. She pressed a palm over her eyes as he began to walk.

Doctor Kim and his wife - a midwife the doctor befriended through Jaehyun - Florence had assisted in an unexpected birth at the port. A French merchant Jaehyun worked with. The babe had arrived a month early, inside a rocking fishing boat.

It was years ago. When she thought of Jaehyun as a cad. His reputation was well known before they’d even laid eyes upon each other.

And yet. They’d fallen in love. Gotten married despite apprehensions from both families. Now they were truly starting their own family.

“How was that determined?” He laid her down gently on the bed. Kisses warming her cheeks and neck. Down her decolletage. A final kiss on her lips.

“They inspected the shape of my belly. It’s grown. My breasts feel so tender, Jae. That’s why I’ve been cumming so fast.”

“What filthy language from a mother.” He began undressing, fingers unfastening his cape. “I’ll have to fuck you with my mouth on your tits to shut myself up. And I don’t want to be too hard on you with our baby in you.”

“My lack of energy isn’t from you overworking me, love. I’m sharing my energy now.”

He was naked, cock glistening with heavy shadows from the fireplace’s flames. She shut her eyes, soft sigh puffing her lips before they parted. His body radiated against her, soothing her as they sunk into the mattress together. Reaching behind her, resting her hand against his stubbled cheeks, fingers prickling.

“I smoked for the last time hours ago. Had my last drink before coming home. Won my last gamble. I beat Viscount Nakamoto at poker when I received your letter.”

“Do you promise you’re giving up your vices?”

“I promise.” His arms around her waist squeezed her for a second. Lips on her neck. “It was hell waiting for Stuart to arrive with the letter.” A gentle hand caressed her belly “All night, I wanted to come home. Lay here with you. With a child on the way, we’ll have to prepare our home for them, and all the others to come after.”

Slowly, she turned around to face him. Hands on his shoulders, she kissed him. The tobacco turned her stomach worse than even just the day before. But she wanted him with her.

“I love you,” he said before kissing her. “Let’s get some sleep. We’ll discuss everything tomorrow.”

“I love you so much, Jae.” She held him close, hands warmed by his bare skin. Silky skin with droplets of sweat collecting at her palms. “Good night.”

A final kiss on the lips he returned the affection. They came together, arms embracing each other.

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synthetickitsune · 2 years ago

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Kinktober prompt #20: Overstimulation | Yuta (NCT) | 0.5k words ❧ Kinktober masterlist

It’s annoying, all of it. The question is - what’s more? The way the featherlight touch of his fingers caressing your inner thighs makes you want to crawl out of your skin, or his giggles over your reactions? You’d burn holes into his skull with your glare if you were able to hold your eyes open for long enough. But things being as they are, you don’t even try. He’d only tease you more for it.

“Baby~,” he coos, “Look at me.” His voice is playful, too much so. You want him to be as desperate and worked up as you are. Honestly you didn’t think he’d be patient enough to go through with his promise. You’ll know better next time, to make sure there isn’t one.

“Come on, babe,” the smirk is so clear in his voice and you know what, that’s the most annoying thing. You don’t know what’s got you so on edge - if you ignore the feeling of his fingers plunging in and out of you, which you really can’t. And maybe that’s enough. “Come on, unless it’s too much, hm? Wanna beg me to stop? Wanna use your word?”

He’s so fucking annoying.

“Shut up,” you groan - and you realize your mistake as soon as you feel him shifting on the bed next to you. Abandoning your pride, you start whining and pleading, promising to be good. Hell you even get on your elbows and look at him - you look at him despite how much effort that is. All that just to see him giving you a playful wink as he ducks his head down and sucks on your clit. You fall back with another whimper, hands immediately shooting to his hair. The image remains burned in your brain, sinful and delicious, and yet so infuriating.

“What’s wrong, hm?” he hums, kissing your inner thigh. His fingers never cease pumping into you - is that why you can’t talk? Definitely why it feels like you’re burning up. Your back arches, it’s overwhelming. It almost hurts, almost. “You told me to shut up so I thought I’d put my mouth to some good use.”

“Please,” you beg, as humiliating as it is, “Too much.” He simply chuckles, his fingers slowing their movements. You feel like you can finally breathe.

“I know, but that’s what you get for behaving like you did,” he explains condescendingly. And all you did was walk around in Mark’s hoodie - one that Yuta stole, mind you. So you should really be tormenting him, not the other way around. “Just two more, hm?”

“Why two? I already came like three times!” you cry. Tears pool in your eyes in frustration and it’s pathetic, really, so you don’t even spare him a look. He’d only get riled up more and you can’t risk that.

“Well, you know how much I love eating you out,” he grins, and just as he finishes the sentence, his tongue dives between your folds, lapping at your center hungrily.

Your voice cracks, already strained and throat sore. It’s no unfair. You try to close your thighs around his head, but his grip stops you. And it only seems to stroke his ego more, his tongue wiggling on your clit in such a way the tears spill from your eyes. It feels too good. But it’s so annoying. It hurts. It leaves you wanting more.

You hate him.

You love him.

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t3kandson · 2 years ago

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Edging

Day Thirteen of

Kinktober2022

Wordcount; 1,048

Fandom; NCT

Pairing; Reader X Lee Jeno

Warning; Edging, Blackmail, Oral and Full sex.

Notes; Rest of Kinktober2022 here

Jeno’s fingers was curved to your sweet spot, your moans loud in the air as he waited for your building high. Just as it hit he removed his hand, sucking his fingers in his mouth and looking at you with pure innocence as you cried to the empty feeling his fingers left behind. “What’s up baby?” He cooes as you close your eyes in an attempt to make your face unrecognisable to no avail.

Your eyes suddenly brushed open when you felt his tongue swirl around your nub as moans returned to the air. Pelvis lifting to his greeting tongue as it’s mixed between the previous trick, licking strips up your fold as well as pushing his tongue deep in your core, letting the tip stroke against your walls. But what drove you crazy was when he suckled with an intense suction combined with his tongue fucking into your core at a good pace. The orgasm finding it’s place again as it built while your hands dug into Jeno’s scalp. This was foolish as it told him you was close, him leaving you empty to a louder cry and a deep set of pouting to form on your face.

He leant over your stomach his face a set of innocence, eyes watching your attempt to calm your self down. With the mischievous look in his eyes it was indeed heightening the craziness Stiring in your core.

He sat back on his heel, slowly taking the buttons of his shirt to reveal his hardened delicious chest. You knew how his chest felt but the desire to touch it intensed. As if he knows what your thinking, he slowly places his hands down his body, his finger spraying alongside his abs lines and your sure by the smirk on his face that your drooling.

He lifts his hip as he pushes his pants down freeing his cock. Deliberately falling on top of you while trying to kick his bottoms from his ankles. “Sorry,” he smirks with his hardened member digging against your thigh. “As if you are,” you accuse as he pretends to look hurt at your accusation. “Moi, I would never hurt you,” he smirks knowing right now his edging was slowly bringing a painful hungriness in your core.

Rubbing the tip of his member against your nub he lets it do circular movements in what your sure is the driving point to your wits leaving you. Buckling your thighs you attempt to let it slip in. But Jeno is fully aware of your tricks as he smacks your inner thigh. Wiggling a finger in your view to receive a couple of curses, he shakes his head lightly chuckling.

He presses the tip of his cock into your entrance, leaving it there. You let your pelvis start meeting his, letting yourself fuck into him. Taking his member inch by inch till the last few, he moves himself slightly back so you can’t further your impalement of his dick.

With out warning he slams his member deep in you as he stills. When he doesn’t move but bury’s his head into the crook of your neck, his warm fanned breath doing nothing to calm the situation down, you start moving yourself.

Jeno pins his body weight further into you to avoid your pelvis meeting his as you whimper, pleading for some form of body movement. He smirks as he wiggles his head and eyebrows at his smart ass reply earning a growl.

As your body wrestles with his at some form of ability to allow yourself to fuck him, he moves a slow rhythm. One that is so slow and torturous that all he is doing is burning the fire of neediness in your core. The desperate need to have him fuck you, ruin you till your close to tears if it has him move, even if the friction burns through you.

He slowly builds a rhythm as if he reads your mind, slamming into you with heavy thrusts as your body is arching as you slowly begin to lose your mind. His merciless attack leaves you fogginess in his attempt to ruin you. Your core snapping as your orgasm burns in another attempt to attack. Hungry core sucking him in well as your walls clenching around him.

He instantly pulls himself from you to your cry’s, the chasing orgasm falling and burning in its wake as your body throbs from another denial, tears slowly falling from the corner of your eyes. You plead with him, as he smirks leaning in to kiss the tears escaping.

As he kisses your jaw he slams himself back in, this time returning to the pace and harshness as earlier as his cock calls the impending orgasm back. This time you tried to relax your body so it doesn’t tell him your near in an attempt for your release. But your walls betray you as he removes him self when your orgasm prepares to attack. This time pain from holding your orgasm back begins to rip through you, leaving your core even more sensitive if that was possible.

“Please please let me cum,” you beg him, as he chuckled his wicked laugh. “What’s it’s worth?” He smirks and you roll your eyes, this was his plan all along. “Daily blowjobs for a month,” you say rolling your eye to his shit eating grin. Biting his lips he returns to his attack with more speed and more harsher that your head was being slammed against the headboard. His hands cushioned them from his assault leaves a bitter sweet memory of the man before his bedroom alter ego.

Your orgasm fires through your core as your moans became high pitch screams of his name, “let go baby, i promise I’ll let you,” his deep voice whispers in your ear. It’s his voice that throws you into an orgasm so intense that you lose focus, your body convulsing and forces you to see white. Body trembling underneath him as your walls locks around his member forcing his own orgasm to attack.

Once you both calm down and the panting eases he lifts his head from between your breasts. “Daily blowjobs from tomorrow yeah?” he says with a wink as you swat his arm to his deep chuckle.

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lix-ables · 3 years ago

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kriss/riri ‧₊˚ she/her desi twenny_2 - bisexual 🍿 [ NSFW ] : MINORS DO NOT INTERACT !! PLEASE HAVE AGE IN YOUR BIO .

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sxcret-garden-archive · 2 years ago

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✧ Kinktober 2022 ✧ NCT Yuta x fem!reader ✧ words: ~800 ✧ genre: smut (unprotected sex) ✧ warnings: none ✧ prompts: collar, cockwarming (from this list)

You’re sitting in your boyfriend’s lap, legs spread as you straddle him, and you’re scattering lazy kisses all over his neck as you’re getting bored.

“Babe?” he calls out to you, sounding amused but keeping his voice low at the same time. You hum in response and continue your ministrations, until he reaches up to hook a finger into the collar he made you wear and he pulls your head away from his nape. “Be patient. I’m almost done here.” You whine in response to Yuta’s words, and you desperately move your hips against his, feeling his cock inside you. He shoots you another look, and then he nods his chin at the document displayed on the laptop in front of him.

“I need to get this done. Then we can play. Sound good?” He perks an eyebrow up at you, who’s pouting at him.

“But I’m horny…. and you could use a break,” you plead, and when your boyfriend bites his lip, contemplating whether to give in or not, you cup his face with one hand and you bring him in to place a lingering kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Please,” you whisper. “Just a quick little break.”

“Convince me,” he demands, eyes glued to your lips, and you take it as a sign to kiss him again. You move your lips against his with great care but at the same time you kiss him in a way that makes it clear that you want him - and that you want him now. As he returns the kiss, you begin to roll your hips slowly, and you can feel him growing hard inside you. A triumphant smirk appears on your lips when he finally takes his hand away from the keyboard and instead places it on your waist. He moans into the kiss, and you push your body closer against his.

“You want me now?” you ask as you part, and you find a playful spark in his pupils.

“I never don’t want you, babe…” he mutters, pressing his lips against yours again. His hands wander up your torso slowly, as if he wanted to explore every inch of your body, and eventually he slips your shirt off you, leaving you only wearing a bra and a skirt. You moan in appreciation and you tug at his shirt, but he shakes his head ever so slightly as he gently grabs your hands and kisses your knuckles. “The shirt has to stay on until I’m done with work,” he whispers, and you begrudgingly accept that rule. Raking your fingers up his hair instead, you kiss a trail down the side of his throat, and he leans his head back with a deep sigh. “You’re so good to me… I wish we could do this all day instead of work…” he breathes and you chuckle.

“You could quit,” you joke, and you lure a short laugh out of your boyfriend. Then you bring some distance between you, hands placed on his chest as you begin to ride him properly. He puts his palms on your ass to support you, and when he gives you a playful squeeze you moan in surprise.

“I really wish we could take our time with this,” Yuta says, and you kiss him again.

“Don’t worry about that for a while, hm? Let me help take your mind off things,” you whisper sweetly, and for a moment he shows you an adoring smile, before he groans at the pleasure.

“What would I do without you?” he answers, and then he slips a hand under your skirt, pressing a finger against your clit. He draws circles onto the sensitive bud as you pick up the pace, and blood rushes to your ears.

“Fuck… feels so good…”

“I know it does, babe,” he responds, letting out a sigh himself. “Fuck, you’re perfect. Gonna make me cum in no time…” You give him a sloppy kiss, focusing on rocking your hips at just the right pace for you and him, and you can see your high approaching fast.

“Cum for me, baby… m’gonna make you feel so good…” you whimper, legs starting to shake. Yuta lets his hands wander to your hips and shortly after he takes control of the pace, you feel yourself clenching around his cock, calling out his name. You ride him through your high, and even afterwards you don’t stop moving, until he too releases inside you with a groan.

You throw your head into your neck after coming to a halt, and when you’ve somewhat caught your breath, he brings you in by your collar to share another deep kiss with you.

“Stay with me until I’m done here,” you can hear him whisper in your ear as he lets you lean your head against his chest. “And I promise I’ll finish this as fast as possible, so we can go another round.”

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jaesqueso · 3 years ago

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Series:

The Manual (NCT Dream)

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Kinktober 2021 (Johnny to Yangyang)

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Johnny:

I missed you (m)

Finish it (m)

Joint venture (m) feat Mark

Touch (m)

Double trouble (m) feat Jaehyun

Double trouble: strikes again (m) feat Jaehyun

Double trouble: greedy (m) feat Jaehyun

Good time (m) feat Ten

Need it (m)

Taeyong:

Relax (m)

I’ll make love to you (m)

Paid love (m)

Sit down (m)

Yuta:

Not yours (m)

Brat (m)

Challenge accepted (m) feat Jaehyun

La Canción

Kun:

Dream of you (m)

Ten:

Feline Instinct (part of the Neo CreaTures collab)

Good time (m) feat Johnny

Jaehyun:

Meant to be

Challenge accepted (m) feat Yuta

December (part of the Christmas collab)

You don’t know my name

Double trouble (m) feat Johnny

Double trouble: strikes again (m) feat Johnny

Double trouble: greedy (m) feat Johnny

Cruel

Baby don’t stop (m)

Winwin:

Need to know (m)

Trouble (m)

Mark:

One of the boys

Hungry (m)

Just tattoo of us (m) (part of the Resonance Beach collab)

Hider (part of the Neo Future collab)

Joint venture (m) feat Johnny

Love and Leashes (m)

Glitch Mode (m) (for the Level Up event)

Golden Hour (m)

Xiaojun:

Chef’s kiss (m)

Frat boys (m) feat Hendery

You’re next (part of the Game of survival collab and the What Makes Us Sinners collab)

Only Human (part of the Lets Fake It collab)

Phantom (part of the Aristocracy collab)

Hendery:

Rain

The stranger at the bar (part of the Neo City Noir collab)

Frat boys (m) feat Xiaojun

Renjun:

Proving a point (m)

Dreaming (m)

Saturday Drip (m) feat Jeno

Jeno:

A cheater’s punishment (m) feat Jaemin

Diggity (m)

The boy that almost ruined Christmas (for the secret santa event 2021)

Saturday Drip (m) feat Renjun

Haechan:

On camera (m)

Something new (m)

Bad hair day (m)

Jaemin:

A cheater’s punishment (m) feat Jeno

1980s horror film

Yangyang:

Kitten (m) (part of the Subspaced collab)

Shotaro:

Happy place (m) (3 part series)

From Home (for the secret santa event 2022)

Lucas (former member):

Love me again (part of the Red collab)

EXO

Kai:

Busted (m)

Sehun:

Coming soon...

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jaehyunsbreadbasket · 2 years ago

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Kinktober '22 Day 18- Mark Lee

Prompt: Phone Sex

Word Count: 470

Synopsis: Mark is stressed out and all he wants to do is relax. With his girlfriend thousands of miles away, he'll have to settle for getting his needs over the phone.

Consists of: Sub!Mark, FemDom!Reader, Mama/Mommy kink, Phone sex, Masturbation (Mark), Mentions of Mark and reader being overworked, Mentions of exhibitionism, Brief mention of reader being creampied by Mark

"Feels so good, Mama," Mark moans out to me as I listen to the slick sound of his hand sliding over his cock again and again.

"I bet it does, Baby. Finally being able to relax after such a big day," It had been another concert day for Mark, which is often accompanied with interviews and practices. You'd think he'd be tired, he has to be. But instead of getting his well needed rest, here he is: jerking his cock for me over the phone.

"I miss you. Need you so bad. Wish you were here."

"I miss you too, Honey. I wanna be there too, Baby. Kiss you, run my hands along your pretty little body. God I wish I could see you, see the way you stroke yourself. I'm getting so wet just thinking about you." Mark had dropped his phone and broke his camera recently and hasn't had the time to get it repaired with all his busy schedules. Stopping me from being able to watch him fall apart. Yet if I could see him, the work on my desk that I've brought home would be severely neglected.

"Shit, Mommy. Play with yourself too, please. Play with me," Mark begs, I can hear how he speeds up his thrusts.

"I can't right now, Baby. I'm working. Just here to listen; keep going."

"You like it yeah? Touching yourself for me, being all desperate over the phone? You're so sexy when you get like this." Mark whines on the other end of the line. I can hear his bed begin to squeak and his grunts get harder, I wonder if the other people in the hotel can hear him through the walls. If the members now know what he's snuck away to do.

“‘Like it so much, Mama. I’m gonna cum, fuck!”

"Go ahead, Baby. But I need you to be loud for me, okay? I want the whole hotel to know how needy you are. ‘Everyone to know how slutty you can be.”

"Shit! You’re so fucking hot, Mommy! Oh, I’m cumming, I’m cumming. Wish you were here to take it, wish I was nutting inside of you. Oh my fucking god!” Mark yelps as I hear the sound on his end getting wetter and wetter.

And then all of a sudden...silence. A moment later heavy breaths can be heard, "Mama, I made a mess. I came all over myself." Mark slurs his words, immediately sounding drowsy.

"Well you better go clean up then, Baby. Then you're gonna go to bed yeah? You don't rest enough."

"Yeah, I guess I probably should. I'll call you tomorrow okay? Good luck with your work. You don't stay up too long either little Ms. workaholic." Mark laughs at his own joke, "I love you."

"And I love you. Goodnight, Baby."

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In Your Arms

Yesterday <- || -> Kinktober Masterlist

Day Twelve: Threesome w/ Jaehyun & Mark

Word Count: 6,525

**a uni au with bisexual!jaehyun, bisexual!mark, and this does involve member x member to a certain degree

Up until this point in the night, you’d not wondered if coming to the NCT frat’s Halloween party was a bad idea. You’d been having fun, but now, you were second-guessing your decision.

At the moment, you were busy wiping fake blood off your throat and chest after one of the drunk frat guys had thrown a water balloon filled with the stuff at you. You didn’t think anything of it when there was a soft knock at the door, when Mark cracked the door open and peered inside.

“Woah, what happened to you?” He asks, slipping inside, shutting the bathroom door behind him.

You’re not sure what his costume is. He’s wearing sweatpants and a band t-shirt, a hat sitting backwards on his head, and he’s not wearing shoes. Maybe he’s not even dressed up.

“Fake blood.” You smudge at your chest, glancing up into the mirror to catch Mark ogling your tits. When he looks up a second later, realizing that he’s been caught, he smiles sweetly, his expression so genuine that you can’t even be mad. “Have you seen Jaehyun? He told me he was going to get me something else to wear.”

You neglect to tell Mark that the reason Jaehyun, the third in your inseparable trio, is fetching you something clean is because he was there when the fake blood balloon hit. He took the brunt of it as, at the moment when it hit, he had been fucking you, pinning you against the back wall of the pool house, not that it had done much to keep you out of sight. Someone had clearly spotted the two of you and decided to interrupt with the balloon.

“Yeah,” Mark folds his arms across his chest, leaning back against the bathroom door. “I saw him.”

“Shit,” you groan under your breath, as you shove the tissue down the front of your top. The sticky liquid--whatever it is--has dripped down between your boobs. You don’t really care if Mark watches; he’s skinny-dipped with you and Jaehyun before, so he’s already seen it all.

“Can I ask you something?” Mark asks.

Distracted as you are with cleaning yourself up, you don’t even think before telling him to ask away. You don’t look up at him in the mirror as you reach a hand down your top, palming your tit so you can do your best to wipe at the underside.

Mark shifts with his back to the door, the wood creaking a little.

“So,” he says casually, “How long have we both been fucking Jaehyun?”

For a moment your world splinters. What did he just say?

“What did you just say?” You abandon your cleaning efforts, turning to fully face Mark.

“How long have we both been fucking Jaehyun?” Mark repeats. “I know you’ve been at it for a few weeks with him at least, like, you’re not as sneaky as you might like to think. I have eyes. And ears. His bedroom is right beside mine.”

You’re not sure what to say.

For one thing, you hadn’t wanted Mark to find out that you were fucking Jaehyun. He was the other third of your trio, and with you and Jaehyun together it would shift the dynamic if Mark knew. So you had done your best to keep it a secret. It’s not like you were dating Jaehyun, but Mark might feel excluded.

Only now do you realize that Jaehyun had apparently been doing his very best to keep Mark feeling included.

Or, maybe, you realized, it was you that he’d included after the fact.

“How long have you...?” You trail off. “We started about four months ago. The second night of the All-Day All-Night Sun and Moon Birthday Extravaganza and Bonfire.”

That whole thing had been a mess. Haechan and Taeil’s birthdays were only about a week apart, so they decided to throw an enormous birthday party for themselves. Originally it had been a one day, 24-hour event, but those set hours expanded to fill three days of endless chaos and drinking.

It was night two bordering on day three when you and Jaehyun and Mark were all drinking together. The party had mostly tapered out for the night. A few of the guys were still drunkenly singing karaoke inside. The three of you were sitting outside on a picnic blanket, drinking around the dying embers of the bonfire. Mark passed out at some point, his head pillowed on Jaehyun’s thigh, and you and Jaehyun had kept drinking and giggling together over silly nothings, until suddenly Jaehyun kissed you.

It had taken you completely by surprise, but it wasn’t unwelcome. Even though you hadn’t been sure about his feelings towards you, you’d been crushing on him since almost the beginning of this friendship two years ago. So when he pulled away, with a high flush in his cheeks, you’d dragged him back in.

But when Mark had grumbled something in his sleep, shifting his head on Jaehyun’s thigh, you’d both broken apart, remembering that you weren’t alone. And maybe it was the heat of the kiss simmering under your skin or maybe the drinks you’d had, but something inside you evaporated your brain-to-mouth filter, and the words just flew out when you asked, “D’you wanna fuck?”

Jaehyun had been nice enough to carry drunk Mark inside, leaving him in the care of the karaoke-ing boys before he snuck you up to his room.

That mini-episode of the All-Day All-Night Sun and Moon Birthday Extravaganza and Bonfire hadn’t lasted terribly long. But it was good. A highlight of the three-day party.

Which is why you’d done it again and again.

Mark stares at you now as you’ve made your confession. “Four months ago? Impressive.”

“And what about you?” You press him for an answer.

Before Mark can voice his answer, there’s another knock at the bathroom door, and the door is shoved open, knocking Mark forward.

“Oh, sorry, bro,” Jaehyun apologizes as he slips in, oblivious to the mildly tense atmosphere between his two lovers. To you, he says, “Here, you can wear this.”

He holds out a shirt to you, one of his favorite baggy ones that will definitely fit you like a dress. You know you should put it on now, take off the probably ruined outfit you’re wearing, but Mark is still staring at you.

“Jae, Mark knows about us.” You say the words quickly while holding Mark’s gaze. “And he told me that you’ve been fucking too.”

Best to just put it all out there in the open, you decide.

You expect Jaehyun to do one of three things. One, he might just flat out deny it. Two, he might say that one of you is lying to the other. Three, he’ll admit that he was sleeping with both of you.

Jaehyun takes the unexpected fourth option.

“Yeah, and?” He looks back and forth between you and Mark before he thrusts his hand out towards you, still holding the shirt he’s lending you. “Are you two not fucking? I thought this was an all three of us kind of thing?”

You wonder how many times tonight you’re going to be so caught off guard that you’re speechless. First was the balloon of fake blood splattering across you while Jaehyun was balls-deep inside you. Second was Mark’s little bombshell. Third is this.

Mark actually laughs. “What?”

“Yeah,” Jaehyun deadpans. “Like, I thought I was being obvious with both of you, but I also thought it seemed like you two were hooking up too. If you’d seen yourselves, you would get what I’m talking about. Always cuddling, touching.” He looks right at you as he says, “Mark’s definitely jerked off thinking about you.”

“Dude!” Mark spins around, slapping his hand against Jaehyun’s arm.

Jaehyun hisses, gritting his teeth. “What? You think I can’t hear you through the wall? Just come over instead of touching yourself alone; you know I’m always good.”

They begin to bicker back and forth, but you’re not listening. You’re still computing, wading your way through this flood of information. You know Jaehyun’s right. You also know that you probably should’ve seen it before now that they were hooking up too.

You think of all the times that you’ve seen Mark wrap his arms around Jaehyun, tucking his nose against the elder’s neck. The number of times you’ve come over in the morning to walk with Mark to class or to take them both out to brunch, and you’ve found them both in Jaehyun’s bed, looking extremely comfortable. You think of the time you walked through the front door of the frat house to find Jaehyun on a beanbag chair, his legs spread with Mark kneeling between them massaging Jaehyun’s thighs, both of them staring at each other. At the time it had seemed like nothing; there were other members of the frat around.

But you think too that you can see what Jaehyun was saying about you and Mark. You do cuddle with him. You do sometimes fall asleep in Mark’s bed, but that’s never been anything sexual. Not really. You’ve skinny dipped together, wrestled together across the living room floor for the TV remote. You’ve helped him shower the one time he was so drunk he puked all over himself and desperately needed to be cleaned up. You’ve both seen each other naked several times. You’ve kissed his cheeks, he’s touched your ass. All of these things that didn’t seem like anything at the time. But now everything is reframing, the images in your mind lining up, and you see the bigger picture.

Mark gasps in surprise when you suddenly lurch forward, grabbing his shoulder to turn him towards you, and you connect your lips with his.

It’s not a well-coordinated first kiss. Your mouth bumps against his teeth, noses knock together. The kiss is more of groaning in pain into each other’s mouths than a proper kiss.

“There,” you sigh as you pull away from Mark. “Now, we’ve all kissed.”

“I don’t think that really counted,” Mark says.

Jaehyun snorts, raking his fingers through his hair. “Right, I think you two might need to kiss again.”

So you do. This time Mark kisses you first, as if to prove to you that he’s a good kisser, that the first kiss was just a one-time mistake. This time he’s smooth with it. There’s no pain of facial features hitting together.

“Alright now,” Jaehyun says after a moment. You feel his hand on your shoulder, pushing you back gently from Mark. “I think that’s enough.”

But Mark’s hands have drifted up to your chest, giving the curve of your tits beneath your dress a good palming. He doesn’t seem eager to let you go, moaning a little in protest as Jaehyun tries to make you stop again.

“Stop it, we’ll have plenty of time for this later.” Jaehyun says, and you hear Mark moan even as he pulls out of the kiss. It’s only as you blink your eyes open a bit dazedly that you see why Mark made such a sound. Jaehyun’s fingers are at the back of Mark’s head, threaded tightly through a sizable chunk of Mark’s hair.

“Later,” Jaehyun repeats, and not a moment too soon.

Someone takes up knocking on the bathroom door. Only then do you seem to fully snap back to reality, remembering the fact that you’re in a bathroom in a frat house, that this is a Halloween party. The knocking grows louder and more frantic, paired with a drunk whine of “Let me in!” over and over.

Jaehyun opens in and a drunk girl stumbles in, ignoring that the three of you are in there. You grab both Jaehyun and Mark by the hand, dragging them out of the bathroom to leave the poor girl alone.

So, with your chest still sticky and your dress somewhat stained from the fake blood, you rejoin the party with your two best boys. Neither of them stray too far, all three of you are caught in the same orbit—hands sliding over waists, hands brushing, a lingering glance, bodies pressed together in the heat of the crowd of dancers in the frat’s backyard, Jaehyun lowering his head to Mark’s throat to lick up a bead of sweat while he looks right at you.

Someone brings out more of the fake blood water balloons. They’re launched into the crowd, lobbed from overhead. Some are dropped from the windows of the house’s upper floor, some are possibly from the roof. Soon, the ground is slick with it, the crowd covered. Everything looks like a nightmare, but the party rages on.

When Jaehyun kisses you, tasting the fake blood on your lips, he smirks and dives back in for more. “I think it’s raspberry jam, maybe,” he says, trailing his lips down your throat. From behind you, you feel Mark do the same, his tongue at your shoulder, licking up a splatter of red.

You don’t care if people are watching, not when you have Jaehyun’s mouth on your collarbones, Mark sucking at the spot where your neck and shoulder meet. Mark’s hands are on your hips, his body fitted up right behind yours. You know people can see you, people who have only known the three of you as the inseparable trio, not as this new three-headed sexual entity you’ve become tonight.

You don’t care that both of your boys’ hands wander, sticky and red over your body, smearing your skin even more, bringing the dress to a state of ruin that you know you’ll never be able to bring it back from.

When it gets to the point that you’re gasping, sighing their names, clutching at the pair of them while you grind back against Mark, Jaehyun decides to call it a night.

“Come with me.” He murmurs the words against your lips, but then his hand glides over your shoulder, reaching behind you to touch Mark too.

Jaehyun takes your hand, and you take Mark’s. He leads the way through the crowd, weaving the way back inside, up the stairs, heading for the bathroom this had all begun in tonight.

Mark locks the door when you’re all inside. No interruptions this time.

Jaehyun turns the shower on, letting the water heat as he pulls his shirt over his head. Mark mirrors Jaehyun. Shirts disappear, chests revealed, the sticky drips of the jelly blood run over their chests, one long trail of it even reaches Jaehyun’s abs, and it’s Mark that goes for that.

You watch him drop to his knees in front of Jaehyun, raising his pretty dark eyes to look up at Jaehyun’s face when Mark’s mouth touches skin, his tongue flat against Jaehyun’s belly.

Jaehyun lifts his arms up, tucking his hands behind his head with a low moan, his eyes closing as Mark locks higher, tracing the taste all the way to the source at Jaehyun’s throat.

“Get in the shower, hyung,” Mark commands, his lips on Jaehyun’s skin.

Jaehyun’s pants are gone in an instant. He nearly stumbles over them in his hurry to step backwards into the glass shower.

Only then do you remember that you need to undress too. You’re not just here as a spectator. You’re a very willing and eager participant in this show.

As you begin working your fingers down the laces of the corset top of this dress, Mark strips away his last layer. His ass is always so perfect, round and cute, you’ve wanted to sink your teeth into it on multiple occasions, and judging by the current bruise in the shape of a mouth that adorns one cheek, you wonder if someone has. If that someone is Jaehyun, maybe.

Your fingers work a little faster, jerking at the laces as you watch Mark follow Jaehyun into the shower. He presses up against the elder, their bodies flush together when Mark pins Jaehyun to the wall, his mouth moving with feverish intensity across Jaehyun’s chest and throat, kissing higher and higher until Jaehyun’s head is tipped back against the wall with Mark’s face buried in his throat.

“Fuck, Mark,” Jaehyun moans. His fingers clutch at Mark’s shoulders. “Right there.”

At last the last of your laces is loosened, and you slide the dress down your body, shimmying it over your hips until it pools at last around your feet.

“Me too,” you beg as you join them at last under the shower’s warm spray. You press yourself up against Jaehyun’s side, and he pulls an arm away from Mark to loop it around your hips instead, his throat vibrating with another moan as your mouth joins Mark’s.

It’s a little too crowded with both of you at his throat, and you each move at the same time to free up a little space. You claim Jaehyun’s lips, his mouth opening for you to dive in and explore, while at the same time Mark sinks to his knees again.

You’re too preoccupied with the way Jaehyun’s tongue is tangling with yours to take much notice of what Mark is up to. Only when you feel his hand on your thigh, when you feel his other hand bump against your belly do you break the kiss with Jaehyun to look down. Jaehyun takes that opportunity to moan, swearing around Mark’s name.

Mark has his lips around Jaehyun’s cock, suckling prettily at the tip. His hand on your thigh massages, drifting higher and lower again, driving you wild as his fingers approach the deep heat throbbing between your thighs, only to massage back down your thigh again.

Jaehyun kisses the side of your head, his fingers brush your jaw, drawing your attention back to him. When your lips meet his again is right when Mark finally stops teasing, and his fingers glide right along your slit, offering your clit some of that sweet friction you crave. You gasp, and Jaehyun just smiles into the kiss.

Mark is good at multitasking, which shouldn’t come as a surprise to you. He’s always busy, involved in multiple clubs as well as the frat. He can juggle multiple tasks simultaneously, and you’ve never understood how he’s able to do that so easily, but it impresses you. And that ability at multitasking has never impressed you more than right now as Mark sucks Jaehyun off and swirls his fingers smoothly against your clit, dipping his fingers back further occasionally to pick up some of the wetness gathering at your entrance.

When Mark finally does sink his fingers inside your hungry cunt, you have to break away from Jaehyun, a loud moan forcing its way from your lips. Both of them laugh as the sound echoes off the tiles, and you hide your face against Jaehyun’s shoulder.

“Do Mark’s fingers feel good, babe?” Jaehyun teases. “Wait til you feel his cock.”

Mark looks up, his lips pulled into a smirk while he takes a moment to just jerk Jae off, licking his lips while his eyes meet yours. “Not to brag, but Jaehyun loves my cock, so I’m sure you will too. He’s always crying and begging for more when I’m in him.”

Mark’s grin shines brighter when he feels your pussy give a throb of arousal around his fingers.

“Do you like that?” He asks, stroking his fingers along your walls. “Thinking of us together? Bet you didn’t imagine Jae was the one taking it, huh? Can you imagine him with his cock leaking across his belly, pink in the face from begging me for more. He’s a cockslut. Right, hyung?”

Jaehyun huffs out a laugh, only slightly amused at Mark’s story. “Don’t act like you’re not the same exact way sometimes, Markie. Need to be filled from both ends or you’re not satisfied, isn’t that right? Gagging around my fingers while I fuck you?”

The visuals they’re giving you are too much. You can picture it all in your mind, layered over the present image of Mark holding his tongue out as he swallows Jaehyun’s cock down again.

That’s when Jaehyun starts to take a more aggressive approach to Mark’s blowjob rather than his passive stance before. He rocks his hips forward, his hand letting Mark’s hair tenderly while he fucks Mark’s mouth.

You don’t blame Mark for slipping his hand away from you. His slick fingers slide down the back of your thigh, holding on instead of fingering you. Your cunt throbs, hungry for attention, and you could touch yourself but why do that when there’s two men here with you? For the moment, you decide, you’ll focus on Jaehyun along with Mark.

You consider dropping to your knees too. Sharing Jaehyun’s cock with Mark, mouths meeting around The shaft or the tip, both of you getting your faces painted with his cum. You can imagine it, but Mark’s sunken into the bliss of Jaehyun’s cock ramming down his throat, so you leave that to him alone.

Instead you pay your attention to another spot you know Jaehyun has a weakness for.

His sensitive nipples were something you found out about long before you started hooking up. One day hanging out with him and Mark, Mark had playfully twisted Jaehyun’s nipple through his shirt as retribution for something, and Jaehyun had moaned, his whole body twitching. He’d tackled Mark to the ground shortly after that, pinning the younger man beneath him and telling him in a voice just loud enough for you to hear that Mark knew how sensitive his nipples were, he couldn’t believe he would do that to him when they were in public. Maybe you should have known then that there was something a little more than just friendship between them, because Mark had followed that up with a laugh and touching Jaehyun’s ass in a pretty suggestive way before Jaehyun crawled off of him.

Since that day, you’ve taken advantage of the knowledge of Jaehyun’s sensitive nipples several times. Tonight you do as well.

“Really?” He groans when you drop your hand to tweak his right nipple, and he says, “You're both so—“

Whatever you and Mark are both so, you don’t find out. Jaehyun’s voice cuts off in a moan as Mark presses his mouth all the way down around Jaehyun, swallowing around him, his nose pressed against Jaehyun’s abdomen.

You kiss down Jaehyun’s chest until your tongue meets the pert bud of his left nipple, your fingers still working over the other one.

Jaehyun moans, short bursts of the sounds, quiet enough that with the shower running you doubt anyone outside of the bathroom can hear, but it’s near-constant. He presses his chest away from the shower wall against your lips and hand, your teasing ministrations at his nipples, driving a blush high into his cheeks and ears.

Your tongue flicks over his nipple, his hips rocking forward, driving his cock down Mark’s throat. Your best friend takes it so well, his throat open and eyes lifting to watch you and Jaehyun. His hands brace on Jaehyun's thighs.

“Mark, Mark,” Jaehyun moans, his fingers spreading across the back of Mark’s neck. “Want you to swallow it for me, bro. Be a good boy.”

And then he’s cumming. His abs go taut, his eyes close, he presses his hand against the back of Mark’s neck while he pushes his hips flat against Mark’s face. You hold your mouth against his chest, still lightly swirling your finger around the other nipple.

When Jaehyun’s hand falls away, Mark starts moving again, sucking slowly, bobbing his head on Jaehyun’s cock. Jaehyun moans softly, his hips rocking gently to match Mark, until Mark finally pulls back, and Jaehyun’s soft cock slips from his lips.

He stands quickly, reaching for you, his hand against your neck bringing you in for a kiss. As you angle your head slightly, as Mark leans in, you realize you can see some of Jaehyun’s cum dribbling from Mark’s lips. What you don’t realize until he’s already kissing you, is that Mark’s mouth is still full of Jaehyun’s cum.

Mark’s tongue darts out between his lips, sliding against yours, teasing you into opening your mouth. And the moment you do, Mark seals his mouth against yours and pushes Jaehyun’s cum from his tongue to yours. It’s a stickier kiss than you’ve ever experienced, the taste bitter but sexy on your tongue. Mark pulls back enough that Jaehyun can see the sticky, creamy press of your lips, the passage of cum from tongue to tongue. It’s filthy and strange and hot.

You kiss him until the cum is gone, until your lips tingle, and Mark slows the kiss. You want to reach for his hand, or Jaehyun’s, or both of them, and bring their fingers between your thighs. But they get distracted with each other again before you can do it.

As soon as Mark is parted from your face, Jaehyun lands a hand on his shoulder.

“I told you to swallow it,” Jaehyun tells him.

Mark nods, his eyes crinkling as his smile grows. “Yeah, but you have to admit, that was so much better, dude.”

“Really, you’re gonna call me dude when your mouth still tastes like my cum?” Jaehyun asks, tightening his hold on Mark’s shoulder.

Mark sticks his tongue out, a childish response, but Jaehyun darts forward, sucking Mark’s tongue into his mouth.

Mark’s cock bumps against your thigh as he twists, the tangle of your three bodies together beneath the shower’s spray meaning there’s not a part of any of you that’s not touching the other two.

“Hyung,” Mark’s voice comes out as a whine. “Dude, touch me or something.”

It’s you that slips your hand in between your bodies, fingers sliding over the last remnants of fake blood, the majority of which has been washed off by the shower you’re all not really using. Mark moans when your fingers circle the base of his cock.

Jaehyun’s hand explores around behind your back, sliding against your hip, over your bottom, and then down between your legs when he fills you with two of his fingers.

“You’re so wet right now for us, babe,” Jaehyun murmurs the words against Mark’s lips, but you know they’re meant for you. “Which one of us do you want to fuck you?”

Mark groans, pushing away from Jaehyun’s chest. “You just came, dude! Don’t be fucking selfish with her.”

You want Mark. That would be true even if Jaehyun wasn’t the one who’d just been given an orgasm, if he wasn’t still soft against your hip. Mark’s been setting your senses wild all night, like a series of fireworks embedded deep inside you.

“Can we move this from the shower?” You ask, then say, “Then I want Mark. But I can take both of you, Jae. Don’t want you to feel left out.”

Mark nods. “Right. Shower sex is hot, but I don’t know about a threesome in here. Sounds a little too slippery and dangerous.”

So the sex is put on pause for a couple minutes. The three of you shower off, rinsing away the last of the fake blood. That’s not to say that hands don’t wander, that lips don’t chase shampoo suds down your neck to your chest.

Mark watches as Jaehyun palms your tits, claiming to be “washing” you while really he’s mostly just teasing your nipples.

You’re clean first, stepping out of the shower to wrap a towel around you from the linen closet just inside the door. Mark’s next, grabbing a towel that he wraps loosely around his waist. He stoops to grab the clothes piled on the floor, and then he’s crowding you toward the door.

“Better hurry, bro!” Mark calls as you get the bathroom door open. “We’re not waiting!”

You and Mark hurry across the hallway to Jaehyun’s bedroom. Mark dumps the dirty clothes on the floor in here, then he drops his towel. You let yours fall as well.

“God, forgive me,” Mark groans, staring right at you. “I really love your tits.”

You laugh, spreading your arms as Mark approaches. He crouches slightly, arms wrapping around your waist, his mouth going right to your tits, and when he lifts you, you wrap your legs around his hips.

Mark moans against your chest, holding one arm secure around your lower back while he brings his other hand to cup your tit, squeezing gently while his mouth covers the nipple of the same breast.

You sigh his name, combing your fingers through his hair.

In his arms like this, with his lips sucking sweetly at your tit, you feel like you’ve made all the right decisions tonight. Mark walks backwards towards Jaehyun’s bed, sitting down heavily on the edge when his knees bump into the bedframe.

You can’t resist grinding against him, not now when you’re sat in his lap, his cock rubbing right up against your slit. “Mark,” his name falls, breathless from your lips, “Need you to fuck me.”

He hums against your chest, kissing from one breast to the other, and he loosens his arm from your waist to bring that hand up to your chest as well. Mark presses your tits together, his lips passing back and forth between the nipples, and your mind is going slightly haywire from that and from the way that you’ve found the perfect angle to grind against his cock—your clit rubbing right against his tip, precum leaking from him making the glide even easier.

Neither of you hesitate to continue when the door opens behind you. You can hear the party still going outside, down below you in the house, but when the door shuts again, the sound diminishes.

Jaehyun settles down on the bed beside Mark, and you turn to look at him. His skin is all pink from the shower, hair dripping down his face. His cock is half-hard again, resting against his thigh as he looks at you and Mark.

“Should’ve known I’d find you buried in her tits, Mark,” Jaehyun says. “He’s always been obsessed with them. First time we met you, before we were even friends, he was going on and on afterwards about how pretty your boobs looked. Talked about titty-fucking quite a bit with Jungwoo, if I remember right.”

Mark pulls one hand away only long enough to flip Jaehyun off, before he’s brought it back to your chest.

You laugh. You wouldn’t mind Mark titty-fucking you, but first tonight you want him to properly fuck you.

“Jae,” your voice is husky, half a moan at all times as you continue working your clit against Mark’s cock. “Can you grab a condom?”

“Of course, babe,” he agrees, leaning up to press a single kiss to your lips before he’s moving away, over to the desk drawer where he keeps his condoms, lube, and refined selection of toys. When he returns, Jaehyun kneels on the floor in front of Mark. He taps your bottom, presses a hand against your hip, and you get the message. You tip Mark backwards onto his back so you’re over top of him, your hips lifted away from his cock now.

He pulls his mouth away from your tits, complaining a little as your heat has pulled away from his cock. But his complaint dies on his lips as soon as Jaehyun’s hand wraps around him. You hear the tearing open of the condom’s packaging, the foil wrapper being tossed away, and then Mark moans, his head tipped back on Jaehyun’s bed. Your tits still hover above his mouth, and honestly, you’re a little tempted to lower your chest, to smother Mark a little with your tits.

Jaehyun works the condom down over Mark’s length, jerking his hand over his erection until Mark is rocking his hips up off the bed, ready to bury himself inside you.

You’re ready for it too, but before Jaehyun helps either of you out with that wish, you feel his fingers pressing inside you.

Jaehyun stretches you around his fingers, his lips brushing against your ass cheek. “Gotta stretch you well for him,” he says.

Mark lifts his head, again devoting his lips to pleasuring your tits while Jaehyun fingerfucks you. Under the combined power of the two, it’s not long before you’re trembling, your body pressing back on Jaehyun’s fingers, craving the orgasm that’s at his fingertips. He’s got you stretched well enough for Mark, you know he does, he’s just teasing now, and you cry out for it, telling him you just need to cum.

“Then cum for us,” Jaehyun says, his voice deep, and his tongue brushes right around where his fingers enter you.

Your pussy sinks down around Jaehyun’s fingers until you meet his palm. You want more. Want it deeper and bigger. You need Mark.

Jaehyun knows exactly what you need, pulling his fingers away, and immediately Mark’s tip is there against you. He lifts his hips without a second of hesitation, driving his cock right into you. Your body flashes with heat and tingling pleasure, cumming as soon as Mark enters you, and it’s so good, cumming as he fucks your tight pussy, your walls hugging around his cock in a warm welcome.

His mouth falls away from your tits. All you can do is pant and moan, lifting yourself up to sit down fully on his cock. Your thighs feel a bit like jelly, but you work yourself down on Mark’s cock, riding your hips in circles and rocking in his lap, grinding on him in just the right way that he’s in constant exhilarating contact with your G spot.

A second orgasm quickly follows the first because of that.

Mark takes over then, his hands on your hips as he cants his hips off the bed, thrusting up into you while you drape yourself forward over him.

“Kiss me,” he tells you. “Want you to kiss me.”

You turn your head to the side, lips seeking Mark’s though the first connection is a miss with your lips landing beside his nose when he gives a thrust that nearly knocks you off-balance. But then your lips find Mark’s, and this is so much better than your first kiss with him from a few hours ago.

Jaehyun touches you both. You can feel his hands along your thighs, your ass, your back. You feel it too when the back of his hands brush your thighs while he touches Mark. You can hear the change in pitch in Mark’s moans when Jaehyun touches him in ways you can’t see.

Mark’s hips lift off the bed, again and again, thrusting roughly into you as his orgasm approaches. You can feel a third one rising in you as well, your belly going tight, and your clit feels so sensitive as Jaehyun reaches around you, thumbing at the swollen nub.

Marks breathing picks up, panting against your lips, your kiss barely more than lips just brushing while you each feel the first effects of your orgasms, tendrils of pleasure spreading through you before the final burst.

Jaehyun pinches your clit, and you feel your orgasm bubble burst, the knot in your belly releases, and you rock down to meet Mark’s rapid thrusts as his climax catches up to him too. He fills the condom, moaning your name and Jaehyun’s, fucking you through his orgasm with slower rolls of his hips until at last he drops his ass down against the bed and stays there.

You pull off of him, slumping onto the side. You’re so sensitive that you shudder when you close your legs, but Jaehyun’s there, soothing kisses along your thighs, over your belly. He kisses higher and higher until his lips meet yours.

Distantly, you’re aware of Mark getting up, disposing of the condom. You think he leaves the room too, but your awareness doesn’t stretch quite that far. He’s back before you’re finished kissing Jaehyun, and Mark settles back down on the bed, getting comfortable with his head on one of Jaehyun’s pillows. He’s dressed, blinking sleepily.

You leave the room too, going to pee before you come crawling back. Jaehyun’s left a shirt out for you to put on, but you skip it, just crawling naked back into bed beside him. He’s in his underwear, looking up at the ceiling, and as you lie down, you reach for him, your hand sliding over the front of his underwear.

“Stop,” he says, brushing your hand away.

“But what about you?” You reach for Jaehyun, but he captures your hands. “You didn’t get to cum again.”

“I’m fine, I promise.” He lifts your hand to his face, kissing your knuckles. “You’re clearly done. You should sleep. Mark’s already halfway there.”

Mark makes a little grunt of acknowledgement.

“Go on,” Jaehyun prods you gently, and you roll onto your other side, tucking yourself up against Mark.

Jaehyun leaves the bed for a moment, quietly moving around the room. He turns the light off, locks the door, he lays a blanket over you and Mark before he settles back down behind you.

“Next time,” Jaehyun tells you, rubbing a soothing hand up and down your back. “Next time we’ll fuck you together. How’s that sound?”

It sounds like a promise, like something to look forward to. You’re exhausted tonight, well satisfied with everything that’s transpired, but you can’t help letting your mind wander to all the different possibilities now that there are three of you.

You tuck your head against Mark’s shoulder, settling against him while Jaehyun continues rubbing your back.

In this moment, wrapped in their arms and their comforting presences, you’ve never felt stronger about the two of them. They’re your best friends, in the most absolute and true way. Adding sex into the equation with them just seemed like the natural next step, just building on this solid foundation you’ve established over the last couple years. You love them, wholeheartedly. Not necessarily in a romantic way, but in the way that feels like soulmates, like no matter what happens in the future, no matter if your paths diverge, if this sexual relationship doesn’t continue, you will always love them in the purest way.

Overcome with that feeling, you just need to let it.

“I love you both,” you tell them, your words a little distorted by your cheek against his shoulder. “There’s no one else I would do this with.”

Mark makes a small happy sound, wrapping his arm around your hip, mumbling back easily, “Love you both, too.”

Jaehyun is quiet for a moment, a thoughtful silence, one that makes you wish you could see his face right then, but you’re comfortable so you’re not moving. And you’re glad you didn’t shift because a moment later you feel the heat of his presence against your back, and then his lips leave a kiss against the back of your head.

You hear the soft sound too as he lifts his head away from yours and leaves a kiss on Mark’s cheek.

“I love you two.” And there’s a depth, a weight behind his words that make you wonder, how deep is his love?

#nct smut #nct 127 smut #jaehyun smut #mark smut #mark lee smut #nct fic #kinktober #kinktober 2022 #nct kinktober #sorry this one is so late!! i took a nap when i got home from work bc i had a horrible headache #but i just finished this!#and now i need to write the one for tomorrow and the next 3 days

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oceanlix · 2 years ago

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Kinktober 2022

Surprise, I'm participating this year! The groups included are NCT, The Boyz, Stray Kids, SF9, ATEEZ, Pentagon and TXT. Warnings and word counts will be written on each fic post. I’m also not really posting regularly because I have no time, so please bear with me. (°◡°♡)

Day 1 ⇢ Shower ⇢ Jeno (NCT)

Day 2 ⇢ Edging ⇢ Yeonjun (TXT)

Day 3 ⇢ Blow job ⇢ Changbin (SKZ)

Day 4 ⇢ Face sitting ⇢ Kino (PTG)

Day 5 ⇢ Lingerie ⇢ Yunho (ATZ)

Day 6 ⇢ Cam boy ⇢ Juyeon (TBZ)

Day 7 ⇢ Daddy kink ⇢ Rowoon (SF9)

Day 8 ⇢ Exhibitionist

Day 9 ⇢ Mommy kink ⇢ Felix (SKZ)

Day 10 ⇢ Skinny dipping ⇢ Yeo One (PTG)

Day 11 ⇢ Creampie ⇢ Wooyoung (ATZ)

Day 12 ⇢ Breasts ⇢ Jacob (TBZ)

Day 13 ⇢ Hair pulling ⇢ Jaemin (NCT)

Day 14 ⇢ Window sex ⇢ Zuho (SF9)

Day 15 ⇢ Mirror ⇢ Yanan (PTG)

Day 16 ⇢ Car sex ⇢ Yangyang (NCT)

Day 17 ⇢ Kitchen sex ⇢ Mingi (ATZ)

Day 18 ⇢ Size ⇢ Jaeyoon (SF9)

Day 19 ⇢ Roleplaying ⇢ Jaehyun (NCT)

Day 20 ⇢ Deep throating ⇢ Shinwon (PTG)

Day 21 ⇢ Blindfold ⇢ New (TBZ)

Day 22 ⇢ Cockwarming ⇢ Johnny (NCT)

Day 23 ⇢ Sex toys ⇢ Hongjoong (ATZ)

Day 24 ⇢ Phone sex ⇢ Sangyeon (TBZ)

Day 25 ⇢ Threesome ⇢ Renjun and Jeno (NCT)

Day 26 ⇢ Fingering ⇢ Jeongin (SKZ)

Day 27 ⇢ 69 ⇢ Sunwoo (TBZ)

Day 28 ⇢ Mutual masturbation ⇢ Mark (NCT)

Day 29 ⇢ Praise ⇢ Lee Know (SKZ)

Day 30 ⇢ Overstimulation ⇢ Q (TBZ)

Day 31 ⇢ Tattoos ⇢ Yuta (NCT)

#nct smut #the boyz smut #sf9 smut #stray kids smut #pentagon smut #ateez smut #txt smut #wayv smut #my fics #kinktober 2022

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lavenderbexlatte · 2 years ago

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day 17 - cockwarming

nct 1.1k words female reader insert Reader x Mark Lee NSFW

🖤 warnings: almost entirely Markspeak aka my favorite language, mark lee is inexperienced but well-meaning and ready to learn, penetrative sex, unprotected sex 🖤

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"Yo, I don't think it's like...physically possible, I'm serious."

"What's not?" you ask, groggy.

You'd been almost asleep, but Mark's very serious, very inquisitive statement dragged you right back out of it, much to your frustration. It's suddenly very hard to remember why you let him sleep over so often.

"This."

He slides his phone right in front of your face, resting on the pillow, and you blink against the sudden light. When you adjust, you can see a stupid tweet from someone with an anime profile pic talking about, of all things, cockwarming.

"What the hell are you looking at?"

"It just came on the TL, I dunno."

"Do we have to get your internet usage monitored or something?"

"No, fuck you!" he says automatically, "I just don't - how would that even work?"

"Why are you asking me?"

"Do you see anyone else here to ask?" Mark pulls his phone back, squinting down at the screen through the thick square lenses of his glasses that sit askew on his face.

He's well and truly woken you up, now, so you sit up more. A closer glance at his phone (that tweet still open - he's obsessed) reveals that it's barely two in the morning. You'd been in that place of mostly-asleep for maybe an hour, and you get the feeling you won't be nodding off again for a while.

"Do you even know what it is?" you ask.

Mark snorts. "Duh. Googled it."

"You couldn't figure it out by context clues?"

"The last fuckin' thing I need is to guess another sex thing wrong, yo," he mumbles.

You give him a vague sympathetic sound and a smack on the shoulder that mostly misses. "Don't wanna get bullied at Dream practice again?"

"As if those guys even get any."

"I'm sure Jeno could if he-"

"Ew," Mark interrupts.

He still has not put the phone down.

"Is there...something else to this?" you ask gently.

"Maybe."

Mark is ridiculous and distinctly teenaged-boy in his sense of humor, but he's not stupid. You know he's trying to roundabout his way into saying something. He wouldn't be fixating on it for any other reason.

"Does that something involve me?"

Mark gives you a half-grin, finally dropping his phone into the sheets. "Ha, maybe."

"Well, let me know when you figure it out." You roll over onto your side, facing away from him.

As soon as you're not looking directly at him, Mark seems to get himself together. Out of the spotlight, as it were, which is ironic.

"Kinda wanna try it."

You smile to yourself. "There we go."

"Is that a yes?"

Mark isn't even in the top 10 horniest guys you've ever met, content to do mostly nothing even when you're spending nights together, which is why you're being patient. He must be really interested in this, to mention it beyond a comment and a quick laugh.

"You need to ask for real so I can answer," you tease.

"I wanna try it," Mark says.

"Neat."

He groans. You hear a clatter that's probably his glasses hitting the bedside table, flung off as he does something dramatic. You peek back over your shoulder, and yep, he's got his head in his hands, slumped into the pillow.

"You could just say yeah and let me try the thing like a normal person," Mark says, through the muffle of his hands.

"That's no fun."

A second later and Mark's gathered up behind you, big spoon. "Please?"

"Go ahead," you say, wriggling into him a bit, "But I'm telling you, based on some things I know, I don't think you're gonna like it."

"Don't underestimate me, yo."

"I wouldn't dream of it."

Whether or not you think Mark is going to ultimately like what he's getting himself into, he's determined to try. Obviously, as he presses even closer and lets his hand wander over your waist, under the loose fabric of your pajama shirt, his distracted mouth finding your neck.

You'll always marvel at Mark's natural hesitation manifesting itself as the perfect kind of anticipation game.

Fingers splay across your stomach, dipping ever so slowly toward the waistband of your panties. His breath is hot on your throat as he picks a place to bite down, moves over an inch, moves back, excruciating amounts of time between each action. He's not trying to tease you, but every time he pauses to second-guess himself, he's making you wait, and it kills you.

Perfect Mark Lee form, honestly, being inadvertently good at literally everything.

He doesn't have to understand why he's so good at this, and you're sure he doesn't, but regardless of intent and finesse, you're slipping off your own clothes in frustration after what feels like hours of slow exploration. You've done this enough times. He doesn't need to take his sweet time night after night, but he always does.

Mark doesn't even seem to notice that you've gotten yourself undressed until he goes to grind his clothed cock into you and finds...nothing.

"Aw, shit," he mumbles, and his hands leave you to get his own clothes off.

"Your Google search told you everything, right?" you ask.

It's all skin on skin when Mark returns to his spot behind you. "I don't need Google to tell me how to fuck."

"...Well-"

"Anymore!"

"Not what I was going to say but thanks for the honesty."

"How d'you wanna..." he trails.

You hum, noncommittal. "Like this?"

He huffs out a laugh. "Convenient."

It's easy enough for Mark to haul your leg back over his, giving himself better access as you both lay on your sides, still spooning comfortably. It's even easier to let Mark line himself up and slide home, the angle not particularly deep but letting his head rub over your g-spot with every gentle rock.

It is not easy to get Mark to sit still.

He's energetic at the best of times, a guy with insane body control that translates well into the bedroom despite his stubborn lack of skill or pacing. It's a mystery to you why he's so interested in trying something where the point is to do nothing.

"Gotta stop moving," you chide.

"I know, but damn..."

Eventually he gets comfortable. As comfortable as he's gonna get, anyway.

"How long - I mean-"

"That's the point, isn't it?" you say. "How long can you hold out?"

"Not sure."

You yawn, despite the stimulation. You were tired before, and you're still tired now.

"Well, if it's not gonna be long, let's just do the damn thing and go to sleep," you suggest. "You know, if you can't hang."

You can feel Mark's entire body, pressed so close to yours, tense up. Predictable. Framing it as a challenge is a surefire way to get a top-notch performance from Mark Lee.

"I can."

"You can?" you ask. "You can just lay there, inside me, and not do anything?"

Just to be an asshole, you clench around him, and relish in his fingers digging into your side.

"I can," he repeats.

"We'll see, won't we?"

#kinktober 2022 #kpop kinktober #mark lee fanfic #mark lee smut #nct mark fanfic #nct mark smut #nct 127 fanfic #nct 127 smut #nct dream fanfic #oh this one is good i had forgotten-

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hueningchu · 2 years ago

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If you had to choose.

Genre: Smut, cuckolding, relationship🐇

Paring: Dom!Johnny x Sub!Mark&Reader🐇

Warnings: Smut, Cockolding, Voyeger, Degradation, Praise

Summary: It comes as a huge surprise when your overprotective boyfriend Mark asks you to fuck his friend in front of him. You can’t lie that you always had a sexual attraction to Johnny but for Mark to ask for this is insane. You can’t really fight your sexual urges though when they both get you in a room alone with them.

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“It’s not cheating because all three of us are consenting to it. Cheating would be if Johnny fucked you behind my back but he is fucking you in front of me. See the difference?” Mark had explained this about four different times to you and you still did not understand.

“But wouldn’t that hurt your feelings? You always get so overprotective whenever a guy so much as glances at me for too long.”

“But that’s because some stranger did it. If it were Johnny doing it then I wouldn’t mind as much because that’s my bro.” You raised an eyebrow after he said that and tilted your head.

“How is it any different just because Johnny does it? Shouldn’t that hurt more? Your best friend is lusting over your girlfriend.” You looked over at johnny up and down.

Mark chuckled and sent a look over at his friend. “No, Cause I know he would never act on his lust. I don’t know those strangers and I don’t know if they would act on it. There, you understand now?”

You sighed and looked at the ground. “I can’t. I don’t even know why you would ask me that, Mark.” You honestly started to get mad at this point. What made him think he could whore you out to his friend like this?, and to ask you in front of said friend is even more haunting. “You think I would sleep with Johnny just because you ask me nicely?!”

Marks eyes widened and he immediately got up to go kneel next to where you sat. “I’m sorry baby! “He rushed to make you feel better when he saw tears building up in your eyes. “I thought you would be okay with it but I see now that your not. Let’s leave it alone and never talk about it again.” He hugged you and you hugged him back.

“It’s okay, I’m sorry for getting so upset.” You cried into his shoulder and held him tight.

You both heard a scoff come from the other side of the room and whipped your heads to remember the third party in the room. “I guess I’ll be in the living room.” Johnny stood up and walked over to the bedroom door with his hands in his pockets. When he walked past you he stopped and bent down a bit to whisper in your ear. You flinched a bit but let him whisper what he wanted. “By the way, It was my idea. Don’t get mad at mark or anything.” With that Johnny left you too in the room alone.

“What does he mean it was his idea? You said it was yours.” You furrowed your eyebrows at mark in confusion.

“I mean I had always been thinking about it but Johnny was the one who initially brought it up.” Mark stood up and kissed your forehead. “I’m gonna hang with Johnny for a while and when I come back you have me to yourself for the rest of the night.”

When you were left alone with yourself and your thoughts, you started overthinking. The way Johnny worded it sounded very weird but you just shook your head and brushed it off.

Back in the living room the two boys sat on the couch and played fighting games together with nothing but the tv sounds playing. Until Mark said something. “If you just would have listened to me and left me and her alone from the beginning I could have convinced her. You always think you know better than me.”

Johnny paused their game and turned his head to glare at Mark. “You always wanna go the soft route. I thought she would feel more intimidated to say yes if I was there. Now I see I was wrong.” He unpaused the game just to have it paused again by Mark this time.

“I didn’t want her to feel pressured. She’s still my girlfriend and from now on we go with my route because I for sure know her better than you.” Mark finally unpaused their game and Johnny just nodded. They both looked back to the tv to continue playing.

“Yeah, We’ll go your route.”

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Going with the route that mark suggested was the correct one because about two weeks later he came to you and attempted to convince you again. You felt safer and more comfortable when it was just you and him talking about it alone. After about 45 minutes of conversation, you agreed to whatever arrangement mark and Johnny wanted. The communication between you and mark was amazing and out of all your other relationships, he was the best at communicating with you.

One week later and here the three of you sat together in your bedroom. It was very quiet because no one knew how to start this off. Johnny coughed and spoke out. “So..Should I like get undressed or do we wanna wait some mor-”.

“No. No more waiting. Get undressed Johnny and you do the same honey. It’s a little awkward because you guys don’t really talk to each other but that’s okay.” Mark rubbed both of your backs. “This will make you guys closer.” He then turned to you. “And I’ll be sitting over here the whole time so don’t worry.”

Johnny already began to get undressed. It was apparent that he wanted this to happen. You and mark had no idea that Johnny wanted this for so long. Like mark said earlier, there was no way that his best friend would attempt to have sex with you alone but the fact that Mark gave him his blessing was enough for Johnny.

“Should I finger you first? Or should we just get straight to it. I’d prefer the second option but it’s up to you, sweetheart.” You looked over at mark for an answer because you didn’t know what to say. Mark and Johnny had been controlling this whole situation so far, so you weren’t sure what you wanted. Your boyfriend shook his head when he seen you look over at him for an answer.

“No honey you have to answer him. The whole point of this is to pretend that I’m not even here. So just..act like you’re cheating on me with Johnny.”

“What?! But baby I would never ch-”

“I know that you would never think about doing that but in this little role play scenario you have to act. Can you do that for me honey?”

You nodded your head and smiled when Mark blew you a kiss. When you turned back to Johnny he was still awaiting your response. So you gave him the first one you could think of. “I don’t know..You can take control and pick. I don’t mind either way.”

“So you want me to take control?” Johnny asked you just to make sure.

“Yes..” You tried to say loudly but when it only came out as a tiny whisper you put your head down. Johnny grabbed your chin and make you look back at him.

“I can’t hear you, babygirl. Tell me yes or no.”

“Y-Yes. I want you to take control.” You finally said as firmly as you could.

Nodding his head at what you said, Johnny pushed your legs apart and laid down on his stomach. “I’ll work my tongue a bit then.”

You just nodded back at him and bit your lip in anticipation.

Johnny didn’t even bother taking your panties off for the cunninglingus. He just pulled them to the side and got to work. When he licked a strip of wetness on your lips, It caused you to immediately throw your head back.

This was the first bit of intimate contact since the night you first talked to Johnny and Mark. You don’t know why but Mark would keep blowing you off every time you tried to get sexy with him. It would always be a different reason. ‘I can’t have sex within 3 hours of going to the gym. Sorry babe.’ Or he would say something depressing to kill the sexy mood. He has been starving you of sex with him for some reason. You weren’t exactly mad about it but just a bit annoyed because he’s been leaving you sexually frustrated. So you knew this time with Johnny was gonna be amazing.

“Y-Yes please make me feel good..”

Johnny liked the words of encouragement and it made him even more comfortable and confident in what he was doing. “What’s the magic word?”

You tried to turn your embarrassed face away from him but he smacked your hand away and grabbed your chin again you make you face him. “Thats not how you get what you want. Come on, I want you to be a good girl for me. The more sweet you act then the more better I can make you feel.”

“I am being a good girl! It’s just too embarrassing..”

“What’s so embarrassing? You are here with me and only me. No one is gonna laugh at you.” He chucked.

You were tempted to look over at Mark for a second time but did not want to break the fantasy that the boys had set in play. “Im sorry..I’ll be better.”

“Good. Now then, What’s the magic word?”

“Pretty please..” When you said it Johnny could sense himself getting more stiff. Little did he know that you weren't finished yet. “Pretty please..fuck me johnny..”

"That's what i like to hear." Johnny tucked his fingers in the top of your panties to pull them down. After tossing them to the side, Johnny grabbed your legs to put you in the missionary position and lined his dick up with your entrance. You did not acknowledge it but you could hear Mark unbuckle his belt and begin to take his dick out his pants. He genuinely couldn't wait to watch his best friend fuck his girlfriend. Everyone had different kinks and this was his. After mark had gotten ready, Johnny put the head of his dick inside you. He could already feel you clasping around his tip so he just full sent it and pushed the rest inside. "Oh fuck..You're already so drenched for me."

You wrapped your arms around Johnny and held onto his back. He couldn’t hold back anymore and so he started thrusting up into you faster.

“You like when I fuck you like this? Want me to do it rougher?” You nodded because that’s all you’ve been doing the whole time. Just doing what Johnny liked and agreeing to what he said. “Nah, I need a verbal answer baby.”

“Johnny I keep saying yes…how many times do I have to say it.” You whimpered.

“As many times as he wants.” Mark coldly said from the other side of the room. “He’s the one fucking you and making you feel so good. Plus, you told him that he could take control. So answer him when he asks a question.”

When you leaned your head back to look over at your boyfriend for breaking character. Johnny pulled your head back and made you look at him. “No, Don’t look at him. Look at me.” He looked over at mark. “Unless You want her to look at you?” Johnny had stopped thrusting because of the little interaction.

“It’s up to you man I don’t mind.” Mark shrugged.

They were making you confused as to what the roleplay scenario was now but you guessed that they gave up on that and were just going with the flow cause of how mark spoke out initially.

“She’s your girlfriend, I don’t wanna push any boundaries.”

Mark chuckled and smiled at his friend. “Nah man your goo-”

You had to interrupt them. You couldn’t wait anymore. Johnny still had his fully hard dick deep inside you but you could get any type of stimulation from it cause he wasn’t moving. “I’m sorry but..could you move Johnny..I’ll do whatever you guys decide but please keep fucking me.”

“You’re really gonna say that right in front of your boyfriend?” Even though he chewed you out, Johnny continued moving up into your pussy. You could feel his sweat drip down on your cheek as it got more hot in the room. What made this even more obscene was the sound of Mark pumping his cock to the scene was on the bed. Ever so often he let a moan slip out his mouth.

“Baby..I’m gonna cum.” Mark said softly to you. “Make sure you take care of Johnny and make him cum too.”

You looked over at your boyfriend again and took pleasure in watching him jerk himself off for you and Johnny. “I will.”

Just as you said that you could feel your stomach start to lightly cramp. An indication that you were close to cumming like Mark.

“You’re lucky that mark is letting me cum inside you. It doesn’t feel as good when you have to pull out.”

Johnny did three more rough thrusts and the warm seed painted your insides. “Mark come over here and take a look at this.” Johnny called him over before he pulled out. When he eventually did pull out, the two boys watched as Johnny’s cum leaked out of our abused hole and you closed your legs out of humiliation.

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After you and mark shared a shower he decided to ask a question was curious about. “Now that we are done. I got a question for you baby.” Mark said as he crept up on you while you were using a towel to dry your hair.

“And what might that be?” you turned around to kiss him.

“Who do you think fucked you better? Between me and johnny, if you had to choose.” he wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Of course, you satisfy me better. Johnny is good but he doesn't even compare to you.”

“Swear?” he raised an eyebrow at you.

“Swear.” you gave him one last kiss of confirmation.

Johnny was taller, plus larger than mark and so was his dick so no wonder it felt relatively better but what you said was still true. Mark was one of the only men who could treat you perfectly in bed. You loved him and wouldn’t mind incorporating his best friend every now and then.

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