wicked games! â
[ l.jn ]
{đ} jeno : letâs play a game. you like games, right?
[â] pairing. perv!jeno x f!reader, mentions of bf!chenle x gf!reader
[â] genre. smut | dubcon + cheating au
[â] wc. 4.1k
[â] warnings. explicit content (mdni), heavy dubcon elements (donât like it, donât read.), infidelity, jeno is a perv, manhandling, voyeurism, dacryphilia, forced kissing, harddom!jeno, fingering, pussy slapping, dirty talk, degradation, oral (m. receiving), throat fucking, use of words like âslutâ and âwhoreâ, slapping, lots of spit, hair pulling, forced submission, implied sex, implied breeding, i think thatâs it but pls lmk if i forgot smth!
[â] notes. i donât condone any of this, if you donât like it, just donât read it! a little darker than my usual work, but happy (late) jeno day!! not super proofread but this was meant to be a drabble and i got a little carried awayâŚbut iâm also thinking of a part 2? idk âźď¸ anyways pls donât interact with my work unless ur 18+ thank u!!!
from the second your closed fist meets the door, you know this was a mistake.
this is not to say that you thought it was a fantastic idea before, spending over an hour just tossing and turning in bed in utter turmoil over the thoughts in your head. turning over to your left, you were greeted with the sight of your boyfriend chenle, sleeping soundlessly with slightly parted lips, arm wrapped around an extra pillow tightly. he wears a plain, white shirt along with a pair of checkered boxers, an outfit he slipped on after getting out of the shower and into bed.
you don't know where it went sour. you don't know when watching a show and cuddling you to sleep became him sleeping right after his shower with an arm wrapped around a pillow. you donât know when the last time he touched you was. and you donât remember when you started noticing jeno.
and youâve noticed the looks, too. heâs not particularly shy about it either, so itâs some kinda of a miracle that chenle hasnât seen him yet. when chenle first introduced you to his friends, you immediately liked every one of them except jeno. you couldnât explain it at all, he hadnât done anything outright bad but something about him just didnât sit right with you. maybe it was the lingering glances, the way he shamelessly checked you out, the cleverly hidden but distinctly predatory look in his eyes when he surveyed you, even in front of other people.
jeno was chenleâs roommate, which meant you were around him a lot. you didnât mind at all, initially, even seeking him out at home to strike up a conversation, or offer him a bit of something you had just baked for chenle. it was when you started becoming aware of the looks, of how his hand lingered on the small of your back when passing you by in the kitchen, of how his eyes scanned your legs when you wore shorts. you think the final straw was when you accidentally walked in on him watching some pretty rough porn in his room, which you only entered to return a pair of socks that got mixed up with yours and chenleâs laundry. in your defense, the door was ajar while he knew you were home, but what really got to you was the fact that he never even paused the video or tried to hide the tent in his pants when you walked in, just nonchalantly thanking you for giving his socks back. you didnât miss the way his eyes roamed the expanse of your body for a couple seconds before you left the room awkwardly, making sure to shut the door.
at first, you were uncomfortable. you debated telling chenle in your head numerous times, but your lack of concrete evidence made you think twice. was it fair to try and turn chenle against one of his best friend over a simple feeling you got? maybe not, you thought. but that feeling never went away. jeno made sure that it was persistent, made you feel like you needed to constantly look over your shoulder, until that uncomfortable feeling kind of morphed into a defeated one. you realised that at this stage, jeno wasnât going to ever do anything. he had his chances too, so you figured that if he was ever planning to cross a line, he would have done it by now.
so you accepted that he was nothing more than a pervert and there was nothing you could do about it. that was up until a week or two ago, before you found yourself looking at jeno in a different light for the first time. it was no secret that your relationship with chenle was souring, diminishing before your eyes yet neither of you ever brought it up. instead you both sank into your miserable routine of tolerating each other, choosing to coexist peacefully instead of talking it out like you would have initially.
maybe you started hating chenle. maybe it was the empty space between your bodies, or how cold your hands felt nowadays that filled your heart with such bitterness, or maybe it was the fact that your body was throbbing, just aching and begging to be touched, that made you think all these thoughts that would have never crossed your mind before. like the animosity you felt towards chenle. and the curiosity you felt about jeno.
forcing yourself to tear your eyes away from chenleâs sleeping figure, you find yourself in front of jenoâs door, hand raised and closed in a fist like you had just knocked. your heart is pounding throughout your body, in disbelief over what you were doing. it takes him maybe ten seconds to open the door but it feels like an eternity, an undeniable feeling of dread pooling in your stomach over a situation you put yourself in. his eyebrow is raised when he opens it, one hand on his door handle and the other resting against its frame, towering over you in a way that already makes you feel small.
âcan i help you?â
can he? you donât answer, mouth opening in an attempt to speak but no sound leaves it. he inclines his head as if to urge you to say something, a bored expression on his face. jeno is attractive. you canât even deny that. he wears a black tank top that stretches over his wide chest, a pair of loose sweatpants paired with it. the muscles of the arm holding on to the doorframe bulge, a gulp going down your throat as you look at it and look away.
he releases an annoyed sigh to snap you out of your thoughts, hand coming down to grip your forearm, all but yanking you into his room. you donât even have time to react, already shoved near his bed when he turns around, arms crossed as he stands in front of the door in a way that could block your exit. you should have known he wasnât going to pass up a moment with you alone.
but still, you try and explain the situation away. ât-the wi-fi passwordâŚâ, you explain with a nervous chuckle, feigning indifference as you remain near his bed, a good amount of distance between your bodies. âi need the um, wi-fi password.â
you donât even have your phone. the realisation hits the both of you at the same time, your mouth falling open a little while he looks incredulous, a disbelieving smirk on his lips. âthe wi-fi password. you didnât already have it?â, he counters, taking a step towards you. âfrom all the times you been in this house?â
you take a step back along with him, a blush coating your cheeks at how stupid heâs making you feel. âthere must be something wrong with my p-phoneâ, you hate the way you stutter, wincing as you poorly argued back.
âyou couldnât ask chenle?â
âheâs asleepâŚâ. itâs weak, but you have to try.
he finds this amusing apparently, because he repeats your statement after you, and your body freezes when she shuts his door. âheâs asleepâŚâ
all you can offer him is a quick nod, but he sees right through you.
âyou didnât even bring your phone, dollâ, he snickers, mockery just dripping from his tone and leaves you feeling vulnerable. âcome on, cut the shit, what did you really want?â
at the present moment, you want nothing more than to leave, but your body is unmoving. âiâŚâ, you start but you almost run out of breath when he takes a couple more firm steps in your direction. âwhat?â, heâs mocking you, and you feel that in order to be a comfortable distance away from him, you need to be sitting on his bedâ a decision you immediately regret.
heâs in front of you in an instance, but makes no move to touch you. youâre face-to-face with his crotch from your position on the bed, and you have to look away to the side, heart pumping in your ears. âwe both know why youâre really here, y/n.â
itâs a statement, but he looks like heâs expecting an answer, one that you canât give him. you do look up at him though, and the look that crosses over his face makes your blood run cold. itâs all too intense for you, and you look back down, but what you see makes you blanch, not knowing which direction to look now. how is he so hard?
it should disgust you, the sight of his hand reaching down to grip his thick cock right in front of your face, but it doesnât. your heart is still pounding as fast as ever, but your eyes flick back to his when he practically moans your name, leaning away from him a little. âat least pretend youâre not enjoying thisâ, he practically spits and itâs so demeaning, him looking at you like youâre the dirty one. you start to shake your head and he mockingly mimics you, scoffing when your eyes turn pleading.
much to your surprise, he takes a step, albeit small, away from you, arms folding across his chest again. your first instinct is to get up and just make a run for it, but your body is in no mood to comply. maybe itâs the fear, but a part of you think itâs from that funny feeling in your stomach, one that used to make you recoil but appears to not work now. you also donât fully believe that heâll just let you walk out now. it seems like he recognises this, speaking up when your eyes dart from the door to his body.
âstand up.â
your eyes glance between his like theyâre searching for something behind the crazed look. your body follows that demand however, nervously picking yourself up from your safe spot on the bed. he motions with his finger for you to come closer, but when you hesitate, his hand closes around your neck faster than you can react. youâre now directly in front of his face, close enough to see every mole, every eyelash. when he reaches his arms out to you, youâre quick to move away but heâs even quicker, grabbing ahold of your waist tightly anyway, holding you in place.
noticing the tears pricking your eyes, jeno lips curve into a fake pout, leaning down to kiss at the corners of your eyes. âi bet you look so pretty when you cry.â
of course this is what was always going to happen, of course. but you knew that. why else did you come here? the countless number of nights you lay awake next to chenle, just wishing he would touch you like he used to instead of falling asleep silently. that unnerving feeling jeno always used to give you, like he was just waiting patiently for his chance to strike. this was an ugly situation that you had gotten yourself into knowingly, and jeno looked like he was getting bored of giving you chances.
with the knowledge that he was finally alone with you away from prying eyes, he smashes his lips on to yours, not stopping even when you cry out weakly against his lips, caging you in with his body as you try and fail to push him away.
you do this because it hits you that you are actively cheating on your boyfriend, even though you didnât exactly initiate it. with the situation looking as compromising as it does, your mind gets cloudy as you try to think of how you could appear completely faultless. jeno is relentless still, using every gasp and whimper as an opportunity to slip his tongue in your mouth, knowing heâs won when he finally feels your arms relax a little against his chest.
when he pinches the skin of your ass tightly between his fingers as a kind of warning, you kiss him back somewhat reluctantly, but no one asks you to slip your tongue over his. he groans into your mouth when he feels your fingers digging into the bare skin of his arm, the hand that wasnât holding you in place coming up to roughly grope one of your breasts. this makes you cry out feebly into the kiss, arching a little into his touch against your will when he slips the hand under your (technically, chenleâs) shirt to continue his ministrations.
the thought of chenle makes your eyes snap open immediately, freeing yourself of the heated kiss now that your head wasnât being held in place. this is wrong. itâs like you have now come to your senses, but the look of determination in jenoâs eyes tells you that youâve come to that realisation much too late. âjeno, we- i canât, chenle-â
itâs clear that he doesnât appreciate you breaking the kiss, pinching your nipple harshly before removing his hand from under your shirt to instead grip your jaw tightly. âoh, now you wanna think about chenle?â, he seethes, forcing your face in front of his, tongue darting out of his mouth to lick at your bottom lip. âwhen you came in here this late at night, practically begging me to fuck you?â
heâs sick, heâs twisted, you think, because you were certainly not begging him to fuck you, but you canât deny that you came here searching for some kind of trouble. and now you got it.
this feels like itâs some kind of dream, though nightmare would be more fitting, one of those paralysing dreams where it takes immense effort to control your body.
you shake your head ânoâ and jeno tuts in faux sympathy, an action that you hate to admit causes some heat to pool in your stomach. âletâs play a game. you like games, right?â
youâre sure you donât want to play whatever game he has in mind, but you understand that heâs specking rhetorically, your opinion on the matter has no place in this world. âif i put my hand in your panties, and theyâre in perfect condition, you can leave and forget this even happenedâ, he quips like youâre ever going to be able to forget this, smiling at you with no light in his eyes. âbutâŚâ
you were expecting the âbutâ yet it still gives you chills, standing frozen in place when he runs his hand up and down your front lightly.
âif i find that someoneâs ruined her panties for meâŚâ, he trails off, stopping his hand at the waistband of your shorts, smirking when he feels your body tense. the heat of your body is basically radiating off you, and you know thereâs no stopping him now when he looks up at you with a knowing smile. âi think i know what iâm gonna find.â
the next thing you know, youâre crying out against his chest, his arms holding your slackening body up as his fingers slip in and out of you easily. you knew you had lost this battle from the moment you knocked on his door, and jeno basks in his victory when he feels you clench around his fingers, licking and biting his away around your neck. âno marks, jeno, pleaseâ, you plead with him, eyes widening in fear at the thought of chenle seeing the evidence of your pathetic behaviour. âshut up and take what iâm giving youâ, is the clear answer you receive along with a sharp slap to your exposed ass, your pants and underwear long gone as jeno works his fingers in you.
he bunches your shirt up above your breasts, releasing a whistle when he sees that you arenât wearing a bra. âyou were just waiting for me, werenât you, you fucking whoreâ, jeno growls, and you think heâs truly deluded himself into believing everything he says, and itâs starting to seep on to you. your body jolts when he slaps your bare cunt three times in a row, like heâs punishing you for making him do this. âcoming here with no bra on, just so fucking tight and ready to take me.â
heâs talking to himself at this point, because none of the sounds coming out of your mouth are coherent. jenoâs hand is forceful and quick, lips attached to your nipple and drilling two fingers into you at an angle that has you dropping your head into the crook of his neck to muffle the sinful noises youâre releasing. he sucks harshly at your nipple, letting his teeth graze against the sensitive tip, and youâre in tears, the sensation proving to be too much.
heâs pulling his fingers out of you and forcing you to your knees in a flash, but youâre just happy to be relieved of the torture administered to you by his hands and mouth, that made you cry out into his shoulder out of pain and pleasure. your joy is short lived however, when your eyes shoot open at the sensation of something warm and hard tapping against your cheek. and there it is, jenoâs impossibly hard cock mere centimetres away from your lips. âjust made for sucking cockâ, he notes, slapping his leaking dick against your teary face in a degrading manner.
heâs smoothing a hand down your head of hair, the action so heavily contradictory to his otherwise rough manhandling. âyouâre gonna take me so well, arenât you, baby?â. you think this scares you even more, because you have no idea what to expect, but he proves to be himself when he grips a handful of hair in each hand, using them like handlebars. when you let out a surprised yelp at the acute ache that results from him pulling on your hair with force, he enters your mouth fully, pulling back out when you gag. his eyes marvel at the string of saliva connecting the tip of his dick to your lips, rubbing the tears that slip from your eyes around your face with his leaking cock. âmy dirty fucking cockslut, i knew youâd be like this.â
youâve never felt dirtier, yet you canât explain why youâre wet enough to feel the cold breeze that enters from jenoâs open window against your pussy, making you clench around nothing. gagging around his shaft for the third time because of how deep he sinks his cock down your throat, you bring a hand up to wrap around his base so as to try and control the pace of his motions. âthere we goâ, he hisses at the feeling of your hand wrapped around him and allows you to pump him a couple times, slipping only the tip of his dick in and out past your lips.
you keep up this pace, swirling your tongue around the tip and jerking off what you couldnât fit in your mouth. though he lets you take charge for a short amount of time, he grows bored of your pace, opting to thrust his cock into your mouth, chuckling at your wide eyes. âiâm gonna fuck your mouth, and youâre gonna take itâ, he chides, slapping your cheek once making you whine around his dick, tears mixing in with the spit and cum coating your face. âso, tell me baby, chenle doesnât fuck you good enough?â
if heâs actually expecting an answer, you canât give him one, mouth so full of cock that your jaw hurts, trying your best to breathe through your nose. feigning boredom, he slips out of your mouth with a sound of annoyance for a moment, and sighs in disbelief when you unknowingly chase after if with you mouth, leaning down to grip your cheeks and squeeze them together.
âi used to listen to you getting fucked by him at night. but i havenât heard you moan in ages, prettyâ, your cheeks are squished together and you feel stupid, jenoâs gaze piercing. âalways knew i could make better use of you. isnât that right?â
you sniffle, attempting to clear your throat and blink, vision blurred by tears. he thinks heâs funny when he uses his grip on your jaw to move your head up and down like youâre nodding, but your body feels so fucked out that your head keeps going when he lets go, a shocked kind of laugh escaping his lips. âfuckâŚyou really are a slut. do you ever think about anything that isnât cock?â
more tears leak from your watery eyes when his degrading words do nothing but send shivers straight to your core, mouth falling open when he presses his tip against your puffy lips again. he moans uncharacteristically at the feeling and sight of his cock in your mouth, fucking into your mouth and treating it like your pussy. your throat grows tired of swallowing around it but he looks drunk off the sensation, so you lay your tongue flat against the underside of his hard cock and let him rut against it.
heâs absolutely brutal and relentless with his tempo, but nothing shocks you nor makes your pussy throb as much than when he leans down and squishes your cheeks together again, letting spit dribble from his mouth and fall where his cock and your mouth meet. everything about the action is filthy, but youâre wetter than youâve ever been before, hollowing your cheeks as his thrusts become more erratic.
you know jenoâs close when he starts muttering profanities under his breath, the hands gripping your hair controlling your movements and forcing your head to bob up and down on his cock. âdirty little bitchâ, he starts off breathlessly, seeing the drool running off your chin bringing him so close to the edge. âsucking my cock while nothing but a wall separates your boyfriend from us.â
your knees hurt and his words sting, but he pulls out, quickly wrapping his hand around his cock and jerking it off right over your face. your mouth is still open and youâre sure you look insanely vulgar but it only encourages jeno, tapping his cock against your tongue repeatedly. âtell meâ, he demands, spitting into his hand so he can spread the substance around your lips as you try and evade it. âtell me how much you love my cock.â
youâre repeating after him like a broken record, and broken you are, so fucked out and cock drunk that you need him to do your talking for you. âlove your cock- need you-â, youâre babbling but he accepts it, groaning when he works his hand around himself while hovering over your mouth, finally thrusting it back between your lips. the way you readily go back to sucking him off makes his cock twitch, and within seconds, heâs spilling his seed down your throat.
as his dick softens, he slips it out of your mouth and for the umpteenth time, forces your lips open with his hand. he spits into your mouth, but you arenât even surprised anymore, accepting it with hooded eyes. âswallowâ, he orders you and you comply, sticking your tongue out to show him how well youâve done. âthatâs a good whore.â
you were maybe even about to reply when you both hear the unmistakeable sound of a toilet flushing, and your heart sinksâ chenle is awake. youâre quick to attempt to scramble to your feet, but your legs have fallen asleep from being in that position for so long that they almost give out, not that it matters anyway; jeno has no intentions of letting you stand up. his hand is back in your hair again, making you hiss out of pain and doing a good job of holding you down, but you turn to look at him desperately, trying in vain to shake your head free. âplease jeno- chenle canât see, please-â
youâre a blubbering mess but jeno doesnât care, simply wiping your tears from your face and cooing softly and before you know it, that unsettling feeling returns, your ears thudding with the sound of your heart. âchenleâs gonna see, babyâ, he agrees in a sympathetic tone, thought nothing about him is soft or caring. âchenleâs gonna see his girlfriend getting stuffed full of his best friendâs cum, and heâs gonna see her enjoying it.â
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wicked games! â
[ l.jn ]
{đ} jeno : letâs play a game. you like games, right?
[â] pairing. perv!jeno x f!reader, mentions of bf!chenle x gf!reader
[â] genre. smut | dubcon + cheating au
[â] wc. 4.1k
[â] warnings. explicit content (mdni), heavy dubcon elements (donât like it, donât read.), infidelity, jeno is a perv, manhandling, voyeurism, dacryphilia, forced kissing, harddom!jeno, fingering, pussy slapping, dirty talk, degradation, oral (m. receiving), throat fucking, use of words like âslutâ and âwhoreâ, slapping, lots of spit, hair pulling, forced submission, implied sex, implied breeding, i think thatâs it but pls lmk if i forgot smth!
[â] notes. i donât condone any of this, if you donât like it, just donât read it! a little darker than my usual work, but happy (late) jeno day!! not super proofread but this was meant to be a drabble and i got a little carried awayâŚbut iâm also thinking of a part 2? idk âźď¸ anyways pls donât interact with my work unless ur 18+ thank u!!!
from the second your closed fist meets the door, you know this was a mistake.
this is not to say that you thought it was a fantastic idea before, spending over an hour just tossing and turning in bed in utter turmoil over the thoughts in your head. turning over to your left, you were greeted with the sight of your boyfriend chenle, sleeping soundlessly with slightly parted lips, arm wrapped around an extra pillow tightly. he wears a plain, white shirt along with a pair of checkered boxers, an outfit he slipped on after getting out of the shower and into bed.
you don't know where it went sour. you don't know when watching a show and cuddling you to sleep became him sleeping right after his shower with an arm wrapped around a pillow. you donât know when the last time he touched you was. and you donât remember when you started noticing jeno.
and youâve noticed the looks, too. heâs not particularly shy about it either, so itâs some kinda of a miracle that chenle hasnât seen him yet. when chenle first introduced you to his friends, you immediately liked every one of them except jeno. you couldnât explain it at all, he hadnât done anything outright bad but something about him just didnât sit right with you. maybe it was the lingering glances, the way he shamelessly checked you out, the cleverly hidden but distinctly predatory look in his eyes when he surveyed you, even in front of other people.
jeno was chenleâs roommate, which meant you were around him a lot. you didnât mind at all, initially, even seeking him out at home to strike up a conversation, or offer him a bit of something you had just baked for chenle. it was when you started becoming aware of the looks, of how his hand lingered on the small of your back when passing you by in the kitchen, of how his eyes scanned your legs when you wore shorts. you think the final straw was when you accidentally walked in on him watching some pretty rough porn in his room, which you only entered to return a pair of socks that got mixed up with yours and chenleâs laundry. in your defense, the door was ajar while he knew you were home, but what really got to you was the fact that he never even paused the video or tried to hide the tent in his pants when you walked in, just nonchalantly thanking you for giving his socks back. you didnât miss the way his eyes roamed the expanse of your body for a couple seconds before you left the room awkwardly, making sure to shut the door.
at first, you were uncomfortable. you debated telling chenle in your head numerous times, but your lack of concrete evidence made you think twice. was it fair to try and turn chenle against one of his best friend over a simple feeling you got? maybe not, you thought. but that feeling never went away. jeno made sure that it was persistent, made you feel like you needed to constantly look over your shoulder, until that uncomfortable feeling kind of morphed into a defeated one. you realised that at this stage, jeno wasnât going to ever do anything. he had his chances too, so you figured that if he was ever planning to cross a line, he would have done it by now.
so you accepted that he was nothing more than a pervert and there was nothing you could do about it. that was up until a week or two ago, before you found yourself looking at jeno in a different light for the first time. it was no secret that your relationship with chenle was souring, diminishing before your eyes yet neither of you ever brought it up. instead you both sank into your miserable routine of tolerating each other, choosing to coexist peacefully instead of talking it out like you would have initially.
maybe you started hating chenle. maybe it was the empty space between your bodies, or how cold your hands felt nowadays that filled your heart with such bitterness, or maybe it was the fact that your body was throbbing, just aching and begging to be touched, that made you think all these thoughts that would have never crossed your mind before. like the animosity you felt towards chenle. and the curiosity you felt about jeno.
forcing yourself to tear your eyes away from chenleâs sleeping figure, you find yourself in front of jenoâs door, hand raised and closed in a fist like you had just knocked. your heart is pounding throughout your body, in disbelief over what you were doing. it takes him maybe ten seconds to open the door but it feels like an eternity, an undeniable feeling of dread pooling in your stomach over a situation you put yourself in. his eyebrow is raised when he opens it, one hand on his door handle and the other resting against its frame, towering over you in a way that already makes you feel small.
âcan i help you?â
can he? you donât answer, mouth opening in an attempt to speak but no sound leaves it. he inclines his head as if to urge you to say something, a bored expression on his face. jeno is attractive. you canât even deny that. he wears a black tank top that stretches over his wide chest, a pair of loose sweatpants paired with it. the muscles of the arm holding on to the doorframe bulge, a gulp going down your throat as you look at it and look away.
he releases an annoyed sigh to snap you out of your thoughts, hand coming down to grip your forearm, all but yanking you into his room. you donât even have time to react, already shoved near his bed when he turns around, arms crossed as he stands in front of the door in a way that could block your exit. you should have known he wasnât going to pass up a moment with you alone.
but still, you try and explain the situation away. ât-the wi-fi passwordâŚâ, you explain with a nervous chuckle, feigning indifference as you remain near his bed, a good amount of distance between your bodies. âi need the um, wi-fi password.â
you donât even have your phone. the realisation hits the both of you at the same time, your mouth falling open a little while he looks incredulous, a disbelieving smirk on his lips. âthe wi-fi password. you didnât already have it?â, he counters, taking a step towards you. âfrom all the times you been in this house?â
you take a step back along with him, a blush coating your cheeks at how stupid heâs making you feel. âthere must be something wrong with my p-phoneâ, you hate the way you stutter, wincing as you poorly argued back.
âyou couldnât ask chenle?â
âheâs asleepâŚâ. itâs weak, but you have to try.
he finds this amusing apparently, because he repeats your statement after you, and your body freezes when she shuts his door. âheâs asleepâŚâ
all you can offer him is a quick nod, but he sees right through you.
âyou didnât even bring your phone, dollâ, he snickers, mockery just dripping from his tone and leaves you feeling vulnerable. âcome on, cut the shit, what did you really want?â
at the present moment, you want nothing more than to leave, but your body is unmoving. âiâŚâ, you start but you almost run out of breath when he takes a couple more firm steps in your direction. âwhat?â, heâs mocking you, and you feel that in order to be a comfortable distance away from him, you need to be sitting on his bedâ a decision you immediately regret.
heâs in front of you in an instance, but makes no move to touch you. youâre face-to-face with his crotch from your position on the bed, and you have to look away to the side, heart pumping in your ears. âwe both know why youâre really here, y/n.â
itâs a statement, but he looks like heâs expecting an answer, one that you canât give him. you do look up at him though, and the look that crosses over his face makes your blood run cold. itâs all too intense for you, and you look back down, but what you see makes you blanch, not knowing which direction to look now. how is he so hard?
it should disgust you, the sight of his hand reaching down to grip his thick cock right in front of your face, but it doesnât. your heart is still pounding as fast as ever, but your eyes flick back to his when he practically moans your name, leaning away from him a little. âat least pretend youâre not enjoying thisâ, he practically spits and itâs so demeaning, him looking at you like youâre the dirty one. you start to shake your head and he mockingly mimics you, scoffing when your eyes turn pleading.
much to your surprise, he takes a step, albeit small, away from you, arms folding across his chest again. your first instinct is to get up and just make a run for it, but your body is in no mood to comply. maybe itâs the fear, but a part of you think itâs from that funny feeling in your stomach, one that used to make you recoil but appears to not work now. you also donât fully believe that heâll just let you walk out now. it seems like he recognises this, speaking up when your eyes dart from the door to his body.
âstand up.â
your eyes glance between his like theyâre searching for something behind the crazed look. your body follows that demand however, nervously picking yourself up from your safe spot on the bed. he motions with his finger for you to come closer, but when you hesitate, his hand closes around your neck faster than you can react. youâre now directly in front of his face, close enough to see every mole, every eyelash. when he reaches his arms out to you, youâre quick to move away but heâs even quicker, grabbing ahold of your waist tightly anyway, holding you in place.
noticing the tears pricking your eyes, jeno lips curve into a fake pout, leaning down to kiss at the corners of your eyes. âi bet you look so pretty when you cry.â
of course this is what was always going to happen, of course. but you knew that. why else did you come here? the countless number of nights you lay awake next to chenle, just wishing he would touch you like he used to instead of falling asleep silently. that unnerving feeling jeno always used to give you, like he was just waiting patiently for his chance to strike. this was an ugly situation that you had gotten yourself into knowingly, and jeno looked like he was getting bored of giving you chances.
with the knowledge that he was finally alone with you away from prying eyes, he smashes his lips on to yours, not stopping even when you cry out weakly against his lips, caging you in with his body as you try and fail to push him away.
you do this because it hits you that you are actively cheating on your boyfriend, even though you didnât exactly initiate it. with the situation looking as compromising as it does, your mind gets cloudy as you try to think of how you could appear completely faultless. jeno is relentless still, using every gasp and whimper as an opportunity to slip his tongue in your mouth, knowing heâs won when he finally feels your arms relax a little against his chest.
when he pinches the skin of your ass tightly between his fingers as a kind of warning, you kiss him back somewhat reluctantly, but no one asks you to slip your tongue over his. he groans into your mouth when he feels your fingers digging into the bare skin of his arm, the hand that wasnât holding you in place coming up to roughly grope one of your breasts. this makes you cry out feebly into the kiss, arching a little into his touch against your will when he slips the hand under your (technically, chenleâs) shirt to continue his ministrations.
the thought of chenle makes your eyes snap open immediately, freeing yourself of the heated kiss now that your head wasnât being held in place. this is wrong. itâs like you have now come to your senses, but the look of determination in jenoâs eyes tells you that youâve come to that realisation much too late. âjeno, we- i canât, chenle-â
itâs clear that he doesnât appreciate you breaking the kiss, pinching your nipple harshly before removing his hand from under your shirt to instead grip your jaw tightly. âoh, now you wanna think about chenle?â, he seethes, forcing your face in front of his, tongue darting out of his mouth to lick at your bottom lip. âwhen you came in here this late at night, practically begging me to fuck you?â
heâs sick, heâs twisted, you think, because you were certainly not begging him to fuck you, but you canât deny that you came here searching for some kind of trouble. and now you got it.
this feels like itâs some kind of dream, though nightmare would be more fitting, one of those paralysing dreams where it takes immense effort to control your body.
you shake your head ânoâ and jeno tuts in faux sympathy, an action that you hate to admit causes some heat to pool in your stomach. âletâs play a game. you like games, right?â
youâre sure you donât want to play whatever game he has in mind, but you understand that heâs specking rhetorically, your opinion on the matter has no place in this world. âif i put my hand in your panties, and theyâre in perfect condition, you can leave and forget this even happenedâ, he quips like youâre ever going to be able to forget this, smiling at you with no light in his eyes. âbutâŚâ
you were expecting the âbutâ yet it still gives you chills, standing frozen in place when he runs his hand up and down your front lightly.
âif i find that someoneâs ruined her panties for meâŚâ, he trails off, stopping his hand at the waistband of your shorts, smirking when he feels your body tense. the heat of your body is basically radiating off you, and you know thereâs no stopping him now when he looks up at you with a knowing smile. âi think i know what iâm gonna find.â
the next thing you know, youâre crying out against his chest, his arms holding your slackening body up as his fingers slip in and out of you easily. you knew you had lost this battle from the moment you knocked on his door, and jeno basks in his victory when he feels you clench around his fingers, licking and biting his away around your neck. âno marks, jeno, pleaseâ, you plead with him, eyes widening in fear at the thought of chenle seeing the evidence of your pathetic behaviour. âshut up and take what iâm giving youâ, is the clear answer you receive along with a sharp slap to your exposed ass, your pants and underwear long gone as jeno works his fingers in you.
he bunches your shirt up above your breasts, releasing a whistle when he sees that you arenât wearing a bra. âyou were just waiting for me, werenât you, you fucking whoreâ, jeno growls, and you think heâs truly deluded himself into believing everything he says, and itâs starting to seep on to you. your body jolts when he slaps your bare cunt three times in a row, like heâs punishing you for making him do this. âcoming here with no bra on, just so fucking tight and ready to take me.â
heâs talking to himself at this point, because none of the sounds coming out of your mouth are coherent. jenoâs hand is forceful and quick, lips attached to your nipple and drilling two fingers into you at an angle that has you dropping your head into the crook of his neck to muffle the sinful noises youâre releasing. he sucks harshly at your nipple, letting his teeth graze against the sensitive tip, and youâre in tears, the sensation proving to be too much.
heâs pulling his fingers out of you and forcing you to your knees in a flash, but youâre just happy to be relieved of the torture administered to you by his hands and mouth, that made you cry out into his shoulder out of pain and pleasure. your joy is short lived however, when your eyes shoot open at the sensation of something warm and hard tapping against your cheek. and there it is, jenoâs impossibly hard cock mere centimetres away from your lips. âjust made for sucking cockâ, he notes, slapping his leaking dick against your teary face in a degrading manner.
heâs smoothing a hand down your head of hair, the action so heavily contradictory to his otherwise rough manhandling. âyouâre gonna take me so well, arenât you, baby?â. you think this scares you even more, because you have no idea what to expect, but he proves to be himself when he grips a handful of hair in each hand, using them like handlebars. when you let out a surprised yelp at the acute ache that results from him pulling on your hair with force, he enters your mouth fully, pulling back out when you gag. his eyes marvel at the string of saliva connecting the tip of his dick to your lips, rubbing the tears that slip from your eyes around your face with his leaking cock. âmy dirty fucking cockslut, i knew youâd be like this.â
youâve never felt dirtier, yet you canât explain why youâre wet enough to feel the cold breeze that enters from jenoâs open window against your pussy, making you clench around nothing. gagging around his shaft for the third time because of how deep he sinks his cock down your throat, you bring a hand up to wrap around his base so as to try and control the pace of his motions. âthere we goâ, he hisses at the feeling of your hand wrapped around him and allows you to pump him a couple times, slipping only the tip of his dick in and out past your lips.
you keep up this pace, swirling your tongue around the tip and jerking off what you couldnât fit in your mouth. though he lets you take charge for a short amount of time, he grows bored of your pace, opting to thrust his cock into your mouth, chuckling at your wide eyes. âiâm gonna fuck your mouth, and youâre gonna take itâ, he chides, slapping your cheek once making you whine around his dick, tears mixing in with the spit and cum coating your face. âso, tell me baby, chenle doesnât fuck you good enough?â
if heâs actually expecting an answer, you canât give him one, mouth so full of cock that your jaw hurts, trying your best to breathe through your nose. feigning boredom, he slips out of your mouth with a sound of annoyance for a moment, and sighs in disbelief when you unknowingly chase after if with you mouth, leaning down to grip your cheeks and squeeze them together.
âi used to listen to you getting fucked by him at night. but i havenât heard you moan in ages, prettyâ, your cheeks are squished together and you feel stupid, jenoâs gaze piercing. âalways knew i could make better use of you. isnât that right?â
you sniffle, attempting to clear your throat and blink, vision blurred by tears. he thinks heâs funny when he uses his grip on your jaw to move your head up and down like youâre nodding, but your body feels so fucked out that your head keeps going when he lets go, a shocked kind of laugh escaping his lips. âfuckâŚyou really are a slut. do you ever think about anything that isnât cock?â
more tears leak from your watery eyes when his degrading words do nothing but send shivers straight to your core, mouth falling open when he presses his tip against your puffy lips again. he moans uncharacteristically at the feeling and sight of his cock in your mouth, fucking into your mouth and treating it like your pussy. your throat grows tired of swallowing around it but he looks drunk off the sensation, so you lay your tongue flat against the underside of his hard cock and let him rut against it.
heâs absolutely brutal and relentless with his tempo, but nothing shocks you nor makes your pussy throb as much than when he leans down and squishes your cheeks together again, letting spit dribble from his mouth and fall where his cock and your mouth meet. everything about the action is filthy, but youâre wetter than youâve ever been before, hollowing your cheeks as his thrusts become more erratic.
you know jenoâs close when he starts muttering profanities under his breath, the hands gripping your hair controlling your movements and forcing your head to bob up and down on his cock. âdirty little bitchâ, he starts off breathlessly, seeing the drool running off your chin bringing him so close to the edge. âsucking my cock while nothing but a wall separates your boyfriend from us.â
your knees hurt and his words sting, but he pulls out, quickly wrapping his hand around his cock and jerking it off right over your face. your mouth is still open and youâre sure you look insanely vulgar but it only encourages jeno, tapping his cock against your tongue repeatedly. âtell meâ, he demands, spitting into his hand so he can spread the substance around your lips as you try and evade it. âtell me how much you love my cock.â
youâre repeating after him like a broken record, and broken you are, so fucked out and cock drunk that you need him to do your talking for you. âlove your cock- need you-â, youâre babbling but he accepts it, groaning when he works his hand around himself while hovering over your mouth, finally thrusting it back between your lips. the way you readily go back to sucking him off makes his cock twitch, and within seconds, heâs spilling his seed down your throat.
as his dick softens, he slips it out of your mouth and for the umpteenth time, forces your lips open with his hand. he spits into your mouth, but you arenât even surprised anymore, accepting it with hooded eyes. âswallowâ, he orders you and you comply, sticking your tongue out to show him how well youâve done. âthatâs a good whore.â
you were maybe even about to reply when you both hear the unmistakeable sound of a toilet flushing, and your heart sinksâ chenle is awake. youâre quick to attempt to scramble to your feet, but your legs have fallen asleep from being in that position for so long that they almost give out, not that it matters anyway; jeno has no intentions of letting you stand up. his hand is back in your hair again, making you hiss out of pain and doing a good job of holding you down, but you turn to look at him desperately, trying in vain to shake your head free. âplease jeno- chenle canât see, please-â
youâre a blubbering mess but jeno doesnât care, simply wiping your tears from your face and cooing softly and before you know it, that unsettling feeling returns, your ears thudding with the sound of your heart. âchenleâs gonna see, babyâ, he agrees in a sympathetic tone, thought nothing about him is soft or caring. âchenleâs gonna see his girlfriend getting stuffed full of his best friendâs cum, and heâs gonna see her enjoying it.â
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first of all, I MISSED YOUUUUUUU SO GLAD YOURE BACK!!
second of all, midnight memories and four is THAT bitch for me when it comes to 1D albums. saurrrrr many iconic songs came from i swearrrrr
ML I MISSED YOU TOO!!! HOW HAVE YOU BEEN OMG I THOUGHT YOU HAD DEACTIVATED đđ
UR SO RIGHT???? like no one was doing it like them fr âźď¸
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1D?!?!!# i'd say all of them. tmh is my baby, but four has most of my favorites. spaces, change my mind, irresistible, fools gold, 18, walking in the wind, infinity, clouds.
TAKE ME HOME IS THAT BITCH âźď¸âźď¸
ALSO SAME OMG FOUR IS ONE OF MY FAVS???? fireproof is one of their best songs, that album has so many bangers!!
if i had to pick, made in the a.m would be my favourite đŻ
u have amazing taste bff <3
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đËâ.Ë nct 127 as 1d songs!
â§âË đ âŠĺ˝Ą , , 0.69k, fluff + slight suggestive + slight angst, just lil snippets of you and 127 with one direction songs, not my usual writing style, TELL ME UR FAV 1D TRACKS
⥠taeil . . . last first kiss
rainy days, soft smiles and soft kisses, nicknames, casual dates, putting away groceries, taking photos of things to show each other later, promises, painting dates, secret handshakes, prolonged stares, drawing each other, approving photos to post, kisses on the top of your head, karaoke nights, trying street food together, song recommendations, deep questions, laughing over some soju, denial and hesitation, splashing each other with wet hands
⥠taeyong . . . little things
LONG showers, buying clothes for you, matching jewellery, folders in your galleries for each other, perfume, long talks over tea, words of affirmation, flowers, crying in front of each other, wine nights, slow dancing, sending you reminders to eat, falling asleep over call, learning ukulele together, staying-in days, holding hands 99.99999% of the time, corny jokes, bike rides, playing video games, cutting fruit for each other, naps while it's raining outside
⥠johnny . . . she's not afraid
secret movie dates, drive-thru mcdonaldâs, tight dresses, tousled hair, long video calls, subtle lock screens, orange-scented soap, sneaking out at night, drunken confessions, the two of you together in the background of every photo, watching scary shows, kissing in the dark, running, texting while in the same room, lying in his arms, windy nights, knowing each others favourite songs, screenshots, hushed whispers, road trips, dancing in the kitchen
⥠yuta . . . perfect
parties at 1 am, hailing taxis, long sloppy kisses, tucking hair behind each others ears, red bull cans, blasting music in the car, ice cream runs, eye contact, skinny dipping, cheap hotels, playing pool, texting late at night, beach walks, wind blowing in your face, meeting in secret, italian restaurants, thin cigarettes, messy sheets and hair, windows all the way down, knowing smiles, wearing his shirt at home, soft gasps, motel pools, cherry lip balm, getting tattoos together, getting kicked out of parties
⥠doyoung . . . half a heart
soft sweaters, missed calls, buying his detergent, matching rings, soft wispy clouds, two different kinds of juices in your fridge, puddles, picnic dates, mixed up socks, never deleting photos, the first text after an argument, books with notes in them, walks by the river, watching a show together, conversations in the dark, spontaneous coffee meet-ups, naming plants, museum visits, drives in the rain, saving memes about each other, empty lockets
⥠jaehyun . . . no control
stargazing, drinking on rooftops, meeting at parties, red cups, pool nights, lipstick stains, the smell of his perfume, oversized clothing, driving fast when the roads are empty, voice messages, morning kisses, private playlists, tinted taxis, looking for each other in a room, holding your hair back, strong coffee, silk pillowcases, clothes on the floor, selfies on each others phones, muffled moans, drunk tattoos, pinching his cheeks
⥠jungwoo . . . 18
amusement park dates, walks at night, letters on beige paper, photo booth pictures, ugly keychains, playing on the seesaw when the playgrounds empty, passing notes, keeping said notes, bracelets, having each other as your lock screen, messy beds, lists of baby names, knowing each other's favourite songs, extra toothbrushes, shampoo bottles, yearbook cutouts, shoebox filled with letters and trinkets, holding pinkies, random texts throughout the day, talking to his mom on the phone, long calls
⥠mark . . . i want to write you a song
pure innocent love, cafe dates, warm hugs, board games and hot chocolate, writing songs for you, sharing clothes, pecks while smiling, cookie recipes, said cookies ending up burnt, karaoke nights, acoustic guitars, writing desks, cheek kisses, grocery shopping, badly taken polaroids, long walks, late night conversations, photo albums, beanies when it's cold, holding hands under the table, wearing his glasses, breakfast in bed, bouquets, scarfs, walks along the sand
⥠haechan . . . temporary fix
stolen glances, smokey rooms, making out in the back of a taxi, moonlight, hair flying in the wind, playing footsie under the table, jealousy, talking on the phone late at night, eyes meeting across the room, drunken kisses, sitting on his lap, lots of 'are you awake?' texts, vodka sours, mirrored lense sunglasses, dyeing each other's hair, locking doors, lips on your neck, avoiding questions, stupid contact names, waking up in his clothes, empty wine bottles, bright sunsets, 10+ tiktoks and memes every morning, voice notes of him singing
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omg i saw your reblog and gosh i wanna squish your face rn >:( reading during a lecture is gonna be a thing for us two! đ¤ Trust AHAH (đŤ)
who is the cutest person ever and why is it alexa??? MWAH i already know what iâm gonna read tmr đŻ
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round & round! â
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{đ} hyuck : i suggested playing spin the bottle because i wanted to kiss you, but now everyoneâs kissing you except me :/
[â] pairing. haechan x reader, slight jaemin x reader ft. 00â line, chaewon of lesserafim and sieun of stayc
[â] genre. smut + fluff | stoner!nct, pwp bc itâs me
[â] wc. 6.1k
[â] warnings. explicit content (mdni), weed/marijuana use, lots of making out, slight choking, dirty talk, fingering, sexual stuff in a semi-public place, use of the word âslutâ, very slight degradation, not very proofread, pretty tame tbh
[â] notes. my first time writing again in like??? two years???? istg i didnât mean to abandon this acc đ pls be nice i havenât written in a while and this is not my most favourite work but iâm warming up for more stuff in da future i just wanted to post a lil self-indulgent smth abt hyuck bc bfâď¸ idk how active iâll be because of uni and other things but i missed u guys!!! any feedback is appreciated enjoy :p
even through the clouds of smoke engulfing the little living room of jeno and jaeminâs shared flat, your hooded eyes still met.
today was an important day amongst your friend group; it was chaewonâs first time smoking up with everyone. your friends werenât really the type to pressure anyone into doing anything they werenât sure about, but considering the astounding majority who enjoyed smoking some variation of weed, group sessions were a frequent occurrence. you either joined in or didnât, chaewon being the latter until she decided of her own accord that she was going to try it with the people she trusted.
you sesh with jeno most often, seeing as he was the one who introduced you to weed and taught you everything you know about it. after weeks of listening to you complain about sleepless nights, jeno suggested you try smoking a joint before you go to bed, especially since it was starting to affect your attendance. (âi canât keep attending these zoology classes without you, y/n. every time something stupid happens, i laugh and make a joke out loud because i forget you arenât there, and now iâm pretty sure people think iâm either insane or just really fucking lonelyâ.)
now, smoking up has been a pretty regular occurrence, especially since jeno introduced you to a bunch of his friends and vice versa, all of you making up one big, happy group of stoners. chaewon and sieun were your friends who got along with everyone else just fine, and though they didnât hang out with the others as much as you did, they were still welcome whenever.
presently, you are leaning back against the couch, all the way on the end, because jaemin is sprawled out alongside you, opting to rest his legs on your lap. haechan makes a joke that you donât understand, but you laugh anyway along with everyone else, except renjun who covers up his laugh with cough.
âyou can never let me have it, huh?â, hyuck scoffs, narrowing his eyes at renjun whoâs mouth forms a thin line. âi know for a fact you find me funny.â
you hear that he makes a remark back at haechan but what he says doesnât register in your head, everything sounding far away. remembering the special occasion, you turn to face chaewon and sieun, who are giggling away on the floor about something between the two of them. you donât know what they said but you smile anyway. she clearly seemed like she was having a good trip, and so was everyone else.
swallowing nothing, you realise how dry your throat feels, and with that realisation came this undeniable desire for some form of liquid. âjen,â, you tilt your head back and call out to the boy who was already rolling another joint on the table behind you. âdid you end up buying more coke?â
âcheck the fridgeâ, he mumbles without looking at you, tongue poking his cheek out of concentration as he focuses on what he was doing. with a groan, you heave jaeminâs legs off your lap, muttering a couple âsorryâs when he starts to complain about the change in position.
you all but float to the kitchen, heading straight for the fridge and spotting the fresh cans of coke placed neatly in the overcrowded appliance. the first gulp feels like heaven against your parched throat, taking a few more while standing there.
âyou gonna share or no?â, a voice startles you, turning to find haechanâs figure looming right behind you with a dopey smile on his face.
âgod, we need to get you a bell or something. i never hear you comingâ, you roll your eyes before grabbing two glasses from the cabinet. youâre disappointed to see that there was no ice in their freezer, but you pour the drink into the glass anyway.
âwhy are you pouring it into a glass?â, haechan furrows his eyebrows, looking pointedly between the glass and the literal can in your hand. ânow we have to wash two glasses when we couldâve just drank it from the can.â
heâs right, of course, but youâre not gonna tell him that. instead, you pretend that you were planning on adding some lemon juice to the drink because you saw it on instagram. while you figure he doesnât believe you, he humours you anyway and tries your little concoction, which ends up being pretty damn good.
out of all of jenoâs friends, haechan definitely stood out to you. you didnât really understand why, you were just drawn to him, even way back before you met him, when jeno used to tell you about his friends. âloud and annoyingâ were the words he used to describe him, but the smile that appeared on his face anyway let you know that he was someone special to jeno. this was not to say his other friends werenât special, you got along incredibly well with all of them, meshing right in with their group.
as of right on cue, jaeminâs voice loudly sounds out from the living room, âare you guys fucking in there or what?â.
sighing, you pick up your glass and begin to walk out of the kitchen, but not before purposely knocking haechanâs shoulder when you walk past him, hearing him snort before following you out as you exit the room. perhaps if you had lingered in the kitchen for a couple seconds longer, you wouldâve heard haechan muttering something along the lines of âi wishâ under his breath.
âjeez, took you long enough, can i have some of that?â, renjun drawls, lifting himself off the armchair with a smile, to which you roll your eyes but pass him your glass anyway. you sit down on the floor opposite the couch and he looks as if he is about to compliment your drink-making skills before haechan cuts him off.
âdude, chaewon and sieun look like theyâre about to fall asleep, letâs do somethingâ, he half yawns out, opting to stroll over to your spot on the floor and sinking down next to you.
ânotâŚsleepyâŚâ, chaewon murmurs, but her voice is muffled because her cheek is pressed against sieunâs shoulder, both of them sprawled out on the floor like it was a comfortable bed.
âsure you arenâtâŚâ, jeno chides with a smile, getting up from the table to walk over to where all of you were situated. he twirls his newly rolled joint between his fingers, finally holding it out in his palm as if it were some magical gadget, and if you were being fully honest, you were sold. âround 2? or 3, I canât really rememberâŚâ
some words of agreement were muttered across the room, chaewon and sieun even groggily getting up from what looked like a very comfortable napping spot. another rotation began, and you made sure to blow out your smoke directly into an unsuspecting haechanâs face when it was your turn.
âletâs play a game or somethingâ, jaemin suggests, taking a long puff and passing it to jeno who sat beside him, and soon the room was hazy once again, the smell of weed infiltrating your nostrils.
âlike what?â, chaewon coughs weakly in between her hit and renjun pats her back before he hands her your coke that you hadnât received back after you gave it to him. so long for that.
âmonopoly?â, jeno offers with a shrug and haechan lets out an obnoxious snore as a reply, making you laugh but you cover it up with a cough when you meet jenoâs playfully narrowed eyes. âokay then, big guy, whatâs your incredible idea?â
haechan appears to actually think about it for a moment, looking around the room for some sort of inspiration maybe, until his eyes land on you.
âokay jaemin, get that empty wine bottle from last week, weâre playing spin the bottleâ, he is grinning from ear to ear, wiggling his eyebrows even though all his suggestion receives is a bunch of groans and sighs.
your eyebrows are raised however, and you try not to let your reaction show too much on your face. spin the bottle? you hadnât played that since you were maybe fourteen, but that was the least of your concerns at the moment. haechan wanted to play spin the bottle? who was he hoping to kiss? or was it just a whimsical little suggestion that was more of a joke?
it didnât fully seem like he meant it as a joke, judging by his expression as he awaited some actual responses from the group. âwhat are we, fourteen?â, renjun might as well have read your mind, but he soon joins you and haechan on the floor, the others following suit. jaemin presents the empty bottle and places it in the middle of the little circle you have formed, everyone seeming slightly more keen as the joint runs out.
maybe it was the thc talking, but it didnât really seem like a bad idea to you anymore. you were all single, attractive and close enough that it wouldnât make things weird, and most importantly, you wouldnât mind getting more familiar with haechanâs lips.
you shocked your own self with the sudden lewd thoughts in your head about the male sitting next to you, squirming in your position slightly. he turns his head towards you like he could hear your thoughts (âshut up, y/n, he canât hear your thoughtsâŚright?â) and you swear his eyes soften a bit. âare you sure you wanna play?â, he asks softly, mistaking your tenseness for discomfort, but you shake your head a little too quickly for your liking.
âno, no, letâs play, itâs not like we have anything better to do, right?â, you feign indifference and after everyone else agrees, the bottle is spun for the first time by haechan.
much to renjunâs dismay, it lands on him, and itâs almost comical the way he looks at the bottle pointing at him before slowly looking up at haechan. ârenjunnie, let me kiss youâ, haechan whines in a high pitched tone while drawing out the âyouâ, puckering his lips expectantly. the next three minutes consist of renjun listing every single person he would rather kiss than haechan, and youâd have half the mind to volunteer yourself if you werenât clutching at your sides laughing at the whole exchange, slapping at both jeno and sieun who tried and failed to dodge your waving hands.
renjun finally relents when chaewon suggests he lets him kiss his cheek instead, but haechan is no quitter so he makes sure that he plants the loudest, most wet kiss on his face before sighing in victory when he sits back down. renjun is not the most happy with this, and he tells jaemin to take his turn instead while he rushes off to the bathroom to wash his face. hyuck looks indignant, calling out behind renjun, asking if he wants another one.
taking the turn instead of renjun, jaemin spins the bottle harshly, and it spins and spins and spins for what seemed like an eternity. your eyes are so focused on the way the bottle looks as it spins that you donât even notice that it has stopped, until jeno nudges you with his shoulder. itâs neck is pointed directly at you, and you finally look up from your trance at jaemin, who wears an undeniable smirk on his face.
while you didnât exactly see him that way, there was absolutely no denying that jaemin was a very attractive man, and he was no different presently, the sleeves of his hoodie rolled up as he propped himself up with his arms, looking at you expectantly.
you donât want to look at haechan right now, because you can see out of the corner of your eye that his face is looking straight forward, not at you or jaemin, just forward. you wonder what is going through his head, but your thoughts are cut short when jaemin scoots closer to you in the circle.
âare you okay with this?â
and when you think about, you are. âyeah, i mean itâs just a gameâ, you reply, not wanting to ruin the fun or raise any suspicions, to which jaemin agrees and inclines his head towards you.
he kisses you, more fully than you were expecting, but you had no complaints really as you kissed him back, titling your head in the opposite direction to slip your lips over his. you wonder if your lips were as dry as they felt, and in the back of your mind it registers that your friends are watching you kiss your other friend because they hoot and giggle, but you canât really bring yourself to care.
jaeminâs lips taste sweet and he smells sweet, his touch soft as he brings a hand up to your cheek, gently holding it while he continues kissing you. it probably wasnât as long as it felt, but jaemin finally pulls away, the remnants of his sweet chapstick lingering on your lips. you are aware of how hot your face feels when you pull away and return to your spot, tucking your hair behind your ears.
âdude, what chapstick do you use?â, you ask after clearing your throat, and jaemin rummages in his pant pocket for a moment before whipping out a cute pink tube, holding it out in front of him. âstrawberry dream, babyâ, he winks, reapplying it on his lips. ânever go anywhere without it.â
renjun returns after god knows how long, stating that he had to re-do his skin care routine because haechan had completely thrown off his skinâs ph balance, and is saddened to hear that he missed witnessing you and jaemin.
the game continues in a steadfast manner for the next couple of rounds thanks to haechan insisting we play one more round, though it doesnât exactly go in the manner you were hoping for. the group is practically in tears after watching jeno and jaemin share an awkward kiss, chaewon arguing that they canât claim âno homoâ because it was the most homo thing sheâd seen in a while, and that was saying a lot because she was, in fact, gay.
you have now kissed sieun, jaemin once again and an especially endearing renjun, whoâs cheeks and tips of his ears are painted a bright red after you plant a full peck on his waiting lips. haechan grumbles something about renjun not having kissed anyone besides his mom to explain his reaction, but jeno is quick to cut renjun off before another argument ensues.
âi donât know about you guys, but i think thatâs enough exchanging of saliva for one dayâ, he all but sighs, lying down on the floor dramatically. while you do agree, youâre disheartened, because not once has the bottle landed on you when spun by haechan, or the other way around. it feels like the universe is fucking with you, because really how many times can you spin a bottle between a group of seven people and not have it land on the one person you want to kiss even once.
haechan looks like he wants to say something, but appears to decide against it in the end, stretching and standing up. it is then mutually agreed by everyone that it was time to watch a movie.
âsuper bad?â, jaemin proposes, and even though most people had already watched the movie, no one argues against it and jeno starts setting up the movie on their big screen tv.
settling into the couch, you glance over at haechan and youâd be lying if you said you werenât feeling a tad bit disappointed. this whole spin the bottle thing makes you wonder about all the other times where you could have had an opportunity to make a move on the brown-haired boy.
youâd gone on long drives together, gone partying, even drank with just each other a couple of times. the closest the two of you had ever come to crossing that line was while you where dancing at a party and his arms were looped around your waist from behind, slowly swaying to the beat. youâd danced with him tons of times before that but you recall thinking the air was a little different than normal, more heated, but you also recall mistaking renjun for your professor, so you didnât trust yourself. the moment came and went, and neither of you ever had the balls to address it, and now it had been way too long since to bring it up.
âthis seat taken?â, haechan snaps you out of your bitter thoughts, jerking his head towards the spot on the couch next to you. you clear your throat and shake your head, scooting over slightly so he could sink down next to you. âwhatâs up, y/n, you look a littleâŚnot present. you still high?â
itâs funny because your mind certainly wasnât present, it was in the gutter, but you choose to blame the weed. âyeah, iâm still highâ, you answered truthfully, and so was he, his red, hooded eyes a dead giveaway.
âokay, perfect, i wanted to show you this stupid tiktok i sawâ, heâs pulling his phone out of his pocket and leaning closer to you to show you some video of a cat, or maybe a dog, you werenât paying attention. he laughs at whatever the animal did, the corner of his eyes crinkling as he does so, and you observe him instead of watching. when he doesnât hear you laugh, he peeks over at you but youâre quick to turn your head back to his phone, letting out a very late giggle at the video.
if he did catch you, he doesnât mention it, continuing to scroll and show you more videos. jeno finally gets the movie set up and turns off the lights, taking up the final seat left on the couch. the movie begins, and everyone falls into a comfortable silence bar hyuck, who makes the occasional comment that earns him a snort from you each time.
at some point during the movie, haechan stretches his arms out behind him, placing his arm on the head of the couch directly behind you. glancing at him quickly, you canât tell whether the action was purposeful or not, because if it was, he was doing a very good job of looking nonchalant. you try your best to ignore it, but his hand is resting directly above your shoulder, inches away from touching you- but it never does.
you had never noticed what nice hands haechan had before. long and slender, nails clipped short and clean, his middle, ring and index finger adorned with various silver rings. you note that he wears three rings on his left hand, but none on his right. his right hand sits on top of one of his thighs, two of his fingers drumming against it following some rhythm going on in his head. his fingers are long, and the only thing you can think about is just how nice they would feel insideâ
no, no, no, stop it, since when are you this horny?
you realise stressing out about how horny you are all of a sudden is just going to lead to a bad trip and you donât want that, and you want to clear your head. even though youâre feeling a different kind of thirsty, you figure a distraction for a couple minutes would be helpful, so you excuse yourself to go get some water, jumping up from the couch and walking towards the kitchen. unbeknownst to you, haechanâs watchful eyes follow your figure as you exit the room.
finally away and in the kitchen, you fill up a glass and lean over the sink, closing your eyes to collect yourself. you can finish the movie without driving yourself crazy over haechan, right? tonight is no different than any other hangout and you donât want to weird haechan out with your unnecessary staring and poorly concealed thirsting. you just need to stop thinking about his stupid hands, his stupid thighs, his stupid hair and his stupid kissable lips. âkissable? lock in, y/n, lock inâŚâ
âwho are you talking to?â
you wince but donât turn around, eyes screwed shut tightly. youâve been gone for a couple minutes and you donât know when he left the room, but you put down the glass and turn to face him.
âwhatâs got you so jumpy?â, he questions, leaning against the counter. his arms are folded and his gaze is piercing, face tilted slightly to the left as he observes you. this is the second time heâs startled you in the kitchen today and also happens to be the very reason youâve been so jumpy.
ânothing, i justâŚgod, you need to starting announcing your entry into a room, dudeâŚâ
he furrows his eyebrows but lets out a chuckle anyway, slowly sauntering over to where you stood. eyes never leaving yours, he now stands directly in front of you, caging you in between the sink and his body. the closer proximity and dim lighting isnât helping your case in the slightest, feeling all hot and bothered as if there was a sudden change in temperature. âwhatâs happening? youâre usually never like this, weâve smoked up together so many times. are you having a bad trip?â
you understand why he might think that, what with your jerky movements, dazed staring and just overall disconnected demeanour. while you were wound up a little tighter than usual, you werenât having a bad trip, your mind was just very slightly preoccupied. âno, hyuck, iâm fine, i justâŚneeded some waterâ, itâs a half-lie you tell, choosing to not tell him the full truth for the sake of your own pride.
âyou just seemâŚoffâ, he seems to pick his words carefully, eyes roaming over the expanse of your face. âno, i justâŚâ, you trail off to try and find the words to explain this situation away, but heâs just looking at you so intensely. itâs so silent in the room and the air feels all too still, and you swear youâre trying to speak coherently but haechan switches his weight to his other leg, wetting his lips with his tongue while he awaits an answer and you just freeze. âiâŚâ
ââiâ what? see? youâre doing it againâ, he starts, running a hand through his hair, and the muted light that leaks in through the window illuminates only one half of his face, but you can see him so clearly that even the way his pretty eyelashes brush against his cheek when he blinks doesnât go unnoticed by you. youâre subconsciously chewing on your bottom lip, feeling a little like a deer caught in headlights. âyou have this look in your eye. like you wannaâŚâ
ââŚwhat?â
everything is still and unmoving, until your eyes zero in on haechanâs hand as he raises it, slowly bringing it to graze his fingers over your cheek. his touch leaves a burning hot trail on your skin and using his thumb, he releases your bottom lip from under your teeth, hand lingering cautiously for a fleeting moment before he drops it.
âlike what, haechan?â, you repeat yourself, urging him to just say whatever it is he has to say, getting tired of this back and forth. you could sell a kidney just to see what was going on in his mind right now, because he looks torn between speaking his mind and just staying silent.
âlike you want to kiss me.â
a few beats of complete and utter silence pass, not even hearing the dull sound of the television in the living room anymore over the thudding of your heart in your ears. haechan takes a small and tentative step towards your frozen figure, gripping the counter youâre using to lean against with his right hand, effectively trapping you in your place. now you really are a deer caught in headlights, because heâs spoken what youâve been thinking about for the past couple hours into existence and he is absolutely correct.
âam i wrong, pretty?â
judging by your sharp intake of breath and open-mouthed expression, youâd have to be a fool to think otherwise. he looks as if heâs waiting for you to answer him regardless, giving you a chance to get out of this, but your voice is no longer functioning, and it takes all the strength in your body to shake your head ânoâ.
his eyes flicker between your eyes and your lips, tongue peeking out to lick his lips again. âi suggested playing spin the bottle because i wanted to kiss youâ, his voice is strained as he admits this, quiet and careful like heâs holding back while his eyes are trained on yours like heâs daring you to break eye contact. you donât. âbut then everyone else was kissing you but me.â
normally you would giggle at his little frown, but all you can muster up is a whisper of his name, finally breaking his all-consuming eye contact in favour of looking at his lips again. you donât know who moves first, but the next thing you know is your lips are pressed together in a fierce kiss, your hands tangled in his soft, brown locks while he grip your waist and pull you into him.
he kisses you like a man starved and you do the same with equal fervour, not even being able to process that your little daydream is coming true. his hand comes up to caress your cheek, soon moving down your neck after stroking your face softly, using it to tilt your head for you. the position of his hand is very purposeful because his thumb presses into your throat ever so slightly, but his grip is still tight enough that you couldnât break the kiss (not that you wanted to, anyway). the other hand snakes around your waist and pulls you impossibly closer, pressing his hips into yours.
youâre positively drunk off the feeling of haechanâs lips molding over yours and you think you might just ascend when he tugs on your bottom lip with his teeth, using the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. body on fire, you mewl against his lips, swirling your own tongue around his while he slowly but surely bucks his hips into yours.
no wards are spoken while your hands thread through his hair, pulling on it and letting out a sound of surprise into his mouth when his hand trails down to your ass and grips it harshly. he finally releases you from the searing kiss, but he doesnât let you catch your breath, instead spinning you around in his hold so that his front presses tightly into your back, hands slipping around your waist from behind. this feels like a dĂŠjĂ vu kind of moment because you are reminded of the time when you both were dancing in this exact position, except this time you were getting exactly what you wanted.
âyou know how bad i wanted this?â, his voice echoes your thoughts and breaks the silence, hands running up and down your front in a teasing manner. lifting your shirt up slightly, he trails his fingers over the exposed skin of your torso and the action makes you squirm in his hold a little, and much to your surprise, he groans lewdly against your ear. âfuck, iâve been thinking of this for so long. kissing you, having my hands all over youâŚâ
you get the sense heâs talking more to himself than you, but you revel in it nonetheless. his hand grips your jaw and squishes your cheeks together so your lips form a pout, forcing it to the side where he plants one, two, three kisses to your puckered mouth. his other hand slips further up your shirt where he brazenly cups your boob through your bra, fondling one of them while his tongue peeks out to flick at your bottom lip.
youâre putty in his arms, all gasps and squirms and whispered âhaechanâs. âwhat, baby?â, he mumbles into your cheek, the hand gripping your jaw letting go in order to slink down to your hip where it lingers for a moment. âwhat do you want?â
your lack of answer doesnât bode well with him, earning you a tight squeeze to your hip as a kind of warning. âneed you to touch meâ, you whisper out defeatedly, and you feel haechan laugh mockingly against your face.
âyeah? need me to touch you?â, he mimics your voice while tutting, letting his hand slip further down to where you needed him the most, but not letting you have it just yet. âthink you can be a good girl and keep quiet for me? we donât need everyone outside hearing what a little slut youâre being in here.â
everyone outside. the fact that you were just a room away from all your friends who were sat watching a fun little movie together had completely slipped your mind, but if you were being honest, you couldnât find it in you to give a shit. everything about your current disposition was so dirty. one hand under your shirt, the other about two seconds away from fingering you right in the middle of your friendsâ kitchen, while said friends were sat outside, unaware of the goings-on under their own roof.
though you didnât think actually getting caught in this position would be the most pleasant experience, the idea of it dampened your panties and caused you to whine out loud, tilting your head back against haechanâs shoulder. you receive an immediate hand clamped over your mouth in return, haechan tutting in your ear condescendingly. âlooks like the little slut canât follow a simple request.â
even though he reprimands you, his hands begin fumbling with the button of your jeans anyway, undoing it and pulling the zipper down. one hand comes up to wrap around your front and rests on your shoulder, holding you in place, and the other he sticks down your pants and cups your heat but makes no effort to move, chuckling when you try to move yourself against it. his crotch ruts against the swell of your ass and for you, any friction is better than no friction at the moment. with one hand gipping the arm around your shoulder, you slip the other behind you to palm at his hard cock over his pants, making him let out a sound of approval.
âplease, hyuckâ, you shake your face free of his hand and turn to look him in the eye, and he grips your throat and presses a chaste kiss to your lips.
he seems to accept your plea, finally moving his hand against you and you breathe a sigh of relief, lost in the feeling of his fingers rubbing circles on your clit over your wet underwear. heâs quick to slip his hand inside your panties, cold fingers pressed directly on to your bare pussy, spreading your wetness all over you. when he ultimately slips a finger into your tight, waiting core, you moan but itâs cut short when he slaps his hand over your mouth again. âkeep. quiet.â
if someone were to walk in, the two of you would be a sight to see. you writhing in his tight hold while his hand is stuffed in your pants, two fingers pistoning in and out of you at a fast pace as his forehead is pressed against the side of your face, releasing short breaths. you look positively fucked out, and youâre both in a state of complete bliss as you grind against each other in a timely rhythm.
âmy pretty girl. if i had known you wanted this too, i wouldâve just grabbed you and kissed you like i wanted, in front of everyone.â
his voice is honey-like and sultry, and his fingers are nothing short of heavenly. they pump in and out of you, and he still manages to use his thumb to toy with your clit in this position, leaving you breathless and on the edge. âcanât believe jaemin and renjun got to kiss you before me.â
youâre so wet that your cunt makes downright sinful noises as he fingers you and youâre hoping that it isnât really as loud as it seems. âyouâre so wet, angel. so this is what had you all jumpy todayâ, he laughs like heâs stating the obvious, and youâd have half the mind to feel shy if his ministrations didnât feel so fucking good right now.
youâre aware that youâre close and so is he because youâre clenching around his fingers, so he quickens his pace both inside you and against your clit. âyou gonna cum for me, baby? right here, in the middle of kitchen, while everyoneâs outside?â, he purrs against your face and you grip the part of his arm that isnât shoved in your pants, digging your nails into his skin in a way thatâs sure to leave a mark. his words make you feel dirty in the best way, not even knowing you could feel this turned on.
he peppers kisses along your jaw and neck, sucking here and there, and through the pale moonlight bleeding into the room from the window, the red blemishes that begin to bloom on your skin are visible to hyuck, and he seems pleased with his artwork. âthatâs it, sweetheart, let go for me.â
your moans are muffled against his palm when you finally come, the orgasm ripping through you so strongly that you go limp in his hands, legs almost buckling at the sensation. with the added boost of the weed you smoked earlier, your orgasm is immense, feeling it pulse through your body until itâs too much, whining and wriggling in haechanâs firm hold. he holds you still and helps you ride out your high, whispering utterances of âthatâs right, babyâ and âmy good girlâ into your ear while you throw your head back and try to regulate your breathing.
in a moment, his hand slips out of your pants, turning you back around so youâre now facing him, grinning down at you from ear to ear as if you both hadnât just defiled jaemin and jenoâs kitchen. âyou feeling okay?â, he mumbles, tucking your hair behind your ear with the hand that wasnât soaked, pressing a number of kisses all over your face as you nod and giggled, trying to evade his attack. he lets you go just to wash his hands, and itâs when he dries his wet hands on the material of his pants that you notice his raging boner, immediately feeling bad.
âwait hyuck, let meââ
as if heâs reading your mind once again, he shakes his head and takes both of your hands into his, wrapping them around his own waist while pulling you into him. âwe can save that for another time, prettyâ, he insists, his expression turning shy when he realises the implications behind his words. âthat is, i-if you want another time, of courseââ
itâs your turn to cut him off this time, but you do so by leaning up and connecting your lips again, bring a hand up to stroke his cheek. âof course i want another time, hyuck. i want this. i want you.â
your assurances do good to bring a smile to his pretty face, taking ahold of the hand on his cheek and pressing his lips to your skin gently, lovingly. âso, so, perfect.â
taking note of the prolonged amount of time the two of you had been gone, you skulk back into the living, but this time, hand in hand.
the scene youâre greeted with is a surprising one, because you find every single one of your friends to be sound asleep, much to your amusement and hyuckâs dismay. âso youâre telling me i couldâve been hearing you moan the whole time and none of these idiots would have even known?â, he is appalled, a hand coming up to rub at his face out of frustration. âi did all that for nothing?â
âi wouldnât say for nothingâ, you reveal, biting your lip and smiling up at the boy shyly. âi might have woken them up.â
âoh yeah, well now youâre going toâ, and with that, heâs dragging you back to the kitchen while you giggle, nearly tripping over your own feet before he all but scoops you up in his arms, muttering to himself about having left something in the kitchen that needed urgent fetching.
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⥠mark . . . the poor baby had just gotten back from practice and was nearing the bedroom door when he heard some sounds of what he thought was you in pain or distress. being the sweet boyfriend he was, he hurriedly went to open the door, but the sight that greeted him was certainly not one he was expecting. you were laid out on the bed, your pants pulled only halfway off your legs as if you were too desperate to even bother taking them off fully, a hand stuffed in your underwear as you threw your head back and let out the prettiest sounds, looking so blissful and fucked out. your eyes shot open at the disturbance that was mark's arrival, the light blush coating your cheeks nothing in comparison to the bright, tomato-red one that decorated his. "fuck, umâ i'm sorry, lemme justâ i'm just gonna go", he mumbles his way into the bathroom, bumping into the door while trying to enter, but you both knew he looked for too long. now what was he supposed to do? it's not like that godly an image of you is going to leave his head anytime soon, no, of course not, he wouldn't be able to stop thinking about it for days, weeks, months even. sprawled out on the bed like that, lips parted and letting out such dirty, magical soundsâ fuck, he couldn't help letting his hand travel into his pants in a similar fashion to you. before he knew it, he was jerking himself off to the thought of you (something he had definitely done before, but he had some wonderful new material now), pumping his cock up and down while his breathing became laboured, but in all his haste and pleasure, he had "forgotten" to lock the door. "um, need a little help there?"
⥠renjun . . . you thought renjun texting you âpleaseee baby, come over tnâ meant that the two of you would spend time together until you eventually fell asleep, which did happen for a while until your boyfriend excused him to go play âone game with the boysâ. though you rolled your eyes at him, you were fine with him playing a game or two, figuring you could just be on your phone for a bit. you werenât, however, expecting to be sat on your phone for over an hour, with renjun now having his headphones on (you donât know what the point was, though, you could still hear all the slurs being shouted mutedly from them). ârenjunâ, you grouched, but he doesnât even turn to face you. âif you wanna leave me for a man, just say that.â he does laugh at this, but he pleads âone last oneâ, making you sigh and slump back down on the bed. you had chosen the pretty, new lace underwear you had bought the other day to wear tonight, but now youâre too salty to let him take it off you. deciding to take matters into your own hands, you shimmy out of your shorts, rubbing circles over your underwear with your eyes trained on his back. if he was too busy to touch you, whatâs stopping you from doing it yourself? you try and fail to stifle your moans with your arm as you slip your hand into your underwear, rubbing your clit for a moment before dipping your fingers into your entrance. ârenjunâŚâ, you call out again, but both of you know it sounds different this time, and he glances over his shoulder at you. itâs almost comical the way he does a double take, pushing his headphones off of one ear, to get a clear look at you. slowly but surely, the tips of his ears and cheeks are dusted with red, but his eyes still shyly observe the hand concealed by your underwear. âohâŚâ, he sounds out while you throw your head back and whine, his headphones now fully off and you could hear whoever he was on call with distantly calling out ârenjun? renjun, what the fuck weâre losing?â he shuts off his computer screen without even looking at it, getting up and slowly walking over to you, sinking down on the edge of the bed. âyou just gonna sit there or you gonna help me?â, you grumble, but his eyes donât miss the way your hips buck up. âwanna watch.â
⥠jeno . . . you swear you had meant to wait for him to return, you had tried your best to busy yourself while jeno was at schedules. he had told you the exact time that he would return, no earlier, no later, than 7:30 p.m. and there he was, promptly unlocking your front door at 7:29 p.m., expecting you to be reading a book in your room, or baking brownies-for-one in your underwear in the kitchen. he definitely wasnât expecting the sight that greeted him. he had given you one rule for when he was away at work, to ânot touch whatâs mineâ, one simple rule. you seemed eager enough to please him before he left, so he certainly wasnât expecting to hear moans coming from the kitchen. he watches you for all of five seconds, back facing him with one hand disappearing into the waistband of your shorts, head thrown back a little as you leaned against the counter. âwhat are you doing?â, the sharp, gruff way in which he says it make you stop immediately, yanking your hand out of your shorts and holding it behind you. it was one thing if you were pleasuring yourself in the bedroom, but right out here? in the kitchen? jeno promptly walks over to you, reaching over and clasping the hand behind your back tightly, jerking it over to him. your fingers all but glisten when held under the ceiling light, and your cheeks redden at the short âpatheticâ he spits while looking at you. not breaking the heavy eye contact, he closes his lips over your two fingers, swirling his tongue around them before releasing them with a âpop!â. the next thing you know, your face is being pressed against the cold granite surface of the counter hard, while jenoâs other hand holds both your wrists together behind your back. âyou know how to count, right?â, he asks demeaningly, and while he lets go of your head, your cheek is still pressed against the counter so hard you can see the condensation form as you breath, nodding your head before he yanks your shorts down with such force that you can still feel the burn on your hips five seconds later. he places the palm of his hand flat against your ass, pulling your underwear up to reveal more flesh. âiâm gonna show you what happens to whores when they donât follow a simple rule.â
⥠haechan . . . âwell, well, well," you could practically hear the smirk in his voice, tone dripping, pouring with desire, just sounding so sultry. your eyes shot open at the sound of him, squealing shortly and rushing to cover yourself up with the blanket. "what do we have here?", he cooed from the door, one foot in front of the other and a hand placed against the doorframe, leaning against it. "f-fuck off, hyuck", you replied breathlessly, cheeks dusted with pink due to your embarrassment and also the rush you were feeling from touching yourself. he wasn't supposed to be back so early, you thought you were going to be alone for a little while longer; clearly you were wrong. "fuck off? did you mean 'fuck me'?", he drawled, letting out a half scoff and half chuckle, slowly sauntering towards you. âwhy donât you show me what you were doing there?â, his suggestion sounds more like an order, and its like you lose the ability to think when he reaches over you to lead the hand straying away from your pussy right back, inclining his head to the side expectantly. under his urging, watchful eyes, you continue your previous actions, eyes widening when hyuck lets out an almost pornographic moan at the sight. sinking your fingers deeper into yourself, you whimper out of pure frustration from the fact that these were your fingers instead of his, and you swear you are almost in tears when he says, âstopâ. heâs quick to replace your fingers with his own, coating his digits in your wetness before pumping two into you without any warning. âthink you can give me three? maybe four orgasms?â, he cooes, tutting when you shake your head ânoâ. âi think weâre gonna find out.â
⥠jaemin . . . âarenât you sweet?â, to say hearing your roommate jenoâs friendâs sultry voice startled you would be an understatement, fully believing you were home alone when you started pleasuring yourself. âjaeminâ what the fuckââ, a blushing, bumbling mess, youâre quick to yank your blanket over your partially naked body, not knowing how long heâd been standing there watching you or how he had gotten into your house in the first place, choosing to ask about the latter first. âhow the fuck did you get in? and did no one ever teach you how to knock?â. tilting his head to the side, jaemin raises his eyebrows but makes no efforts to hide the way his eyes scanned over your blanket-covered body, tracing your hips, collarbones, legs with his gaze. âjeno gave me the keys. and thatâs not fair, the door wasnât shut. besides, you called meâ, he replies coolly, taking a step into the room but leaving the door wide open, as if you invited him in. âi heard you call my name in that pretty little voice of yours, but i thought you were hurt. didnât think you were fucking yourself with your fingers to the thought of me.â you move to further cover yourself up as he walks closer to you, embarrassed out of your mind that he both heard you moan his name and watched you touch yourself. but what he does next really has you shockedâ eyes never leaving yours, his hand snakes over to his pant-covered cock, gripping it with a satisfied hiss, a smirk curving on his lips when he sees your look of surprise andâŚdesire??? âyou see how hard i am for you, pretty?â, he all but moans out and you do see, the outline of his cock straining against the material of his sweatpants and making your mouth almost water at the thought of it. without another word, heâs in front of you, pulling his raging boner free from his pants. âwhat do you say we give jeno a little show when he comes back?â
⥠chenle . . . âdamn, you started without me?â after enjoying the dinner you had cooked for the two of you, you suggested taking a shower together before slipping into bed to watch a show. following the routine that you had wherein one of you would cook and the other would clean, chenle grabbed your plate and his, placing them in the sink and telling you that heâll be there in about ten minutes after he finished washing the dishes. figuring you could just get undressed and enjoy the extra space in the shower before your boyfriend joined you, you opted to start without him, but leaving the door unlocked for him. the second the hot water hits your body, you are relaxed, letting it soak your hair and cover your body. you trail your hands along your body to further spread the water, but soon you canât ignore the dull thud coming from your core when you reach your inner thighs. grazing your fingers against yourself and testing the waters, you slowly begin your ministrations, spreading your folds with more intent now. another two minutes in and youâre blatantly touching yourself, head resting against the glass of the shower, steam engulfing its expanse while you sigh out of bliss. chenle, having left the dishes to dry, decided to join you, ridding himself of his clothes and finding the bathroom door to be partially open. when heâs greeted by the sight of you, your back is facing him, but it doesnât take a genius to understand what you were doing. when you finally hear his voice, you look over your shoulder in surprise and slight embarrassment, but that is soon replaced with pure lust when your eyes mirror the look in his. âthought iâd get a head startâ, you offer, slowly picking up the pace with your hand. âis that so?â, he muses, placing his hand over yours but not stopping your actions. âwe both know that i can make you cum much faster than you can.â
⥠jisung . . . when you first started dating your boyfriend jisung, you didnât realise just how much time youâd be spending on your own. if he wasnât away at practices, he was busy filming various videos and content, so a large portion of your day was spent waiting for him. this was not to say you were unsatisfied with your relationship, you still got to spend time with him and when you did, it was time well spent. all you were saying is that you got a little lonely and bored at times, and that would explain why you were currently standing by the sink, debating whether you should hit send. you had just finished taking a couple photos of yourself during a moment of confidence and horniness and now they sat in the message bar of yours and jisungâs dms, waiting to be sent. you and jisung had gone there multiple times, but nudes were unexplored territory, yet you thought, fuck it, and hit send. even though you know heâs busy, it doesnât take long before the âdeliveredâ changes to a âseenâ, and you watch as the typing bubbles appear and disappear a number of times. after five minutes or so, youâre starting to worry and overthink, biting your lip when you see that jisung is now trying to call you. you pick up and play it off with as much confidence as you can, but jisung sounds the oppositeâ breathing heavy and voice quiet, like heâs trying to make sure no one hears him, and you hear the sound of a lock clicking. âwhy would youâ are youââ, he blubbers, clearly at a loss for words and you can just picture him, cheeks coated with a sheen of red, eyes wide and mouth opening and closing. âwhat are you doing right now?â, he asks in a goofy manner and you canât help your chuckle at the sound of his shy voice, cooing into the speaker. âi was missing you, sungieâŚâ, you mewl, positively beaming when you hear him audibly gulp. âwas thinking about you.â his breathing quickens and he mumbles âthinking of me?â, before he clears his throat. âwhat about me?â you smile at his inability to balance his shyness and desire, and you tell him what you were thinking about, soon hearing the telltale sound of a zipper being pulled down.
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loved reading abt everyoneâs interests u guys are so cute :( thank you sm for the tag again em đ¤
1. kpop!! (đ) i could talk about the lore, the music, my favourite mvs, the industry itself, things i hate about it, tweets that belong in the hall of fame, and donât even get me started on nct (can and will write an essay on how we need to accept that taeil is just better than everyone in the world)
2. fan fic!!! iâve been reading fan fiction for so my long now, started during my one direction phase until i found wattpad when i was really into IT and stranger things and kinda went down a rabbit hole after that âźď¸ could talk about all the amazing pieces of work iâve read over the years for agesss <3
3. weird and obscure horror/thriller/psychological movies. my âroman empireâ or wtv, i love love love weird movies and iâm on a mission to watch all the movies on my letterboxd (checked human centipede off the list đ)
4. law & order svu. yâall gotta get on this show its sooo good
5. pedro pascal. my man <333
feel free to reblog this and add a list of things you could talk about for an hour âď¸
TAG GAME || list 5 topics you can talk on for an hour without preparing any material
uk youtube scene lore and their connections to each other (@/csenke u are getting that powerpoint one day i PROMISE)
awsten knight's criticism of his own fanbase and the pop punk scene and also reversed, the weird tendency of parx stans to be their fav band's biggest haters (also just parx lore in general)
5sos drama during sgfg-youngblood era
forgiveness and its link to different variables (my thesis topic oops-)
yeon sieun and ahn suho
thank you for tagging me @koishua <3 loved this. tagging beloveds @sanaxo-o @from-izzy @sungbeam @injangism @winterchimez (no pressure!!)
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such a cute tag game!! thank u sm for the tag em <3
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not sure who to tag so anyone is free to try the quiz !! :)
hey guys there's this really cute personality quiz here and i think it'd be a fun chain game :)
@kadethecat @biocrafthero @littlest-bugz @the-hydra-sys @anyone else who sees this!!
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Hii, do you have a masterlist?
hii iâm sorry this is so late, you can find my masterlist here or in my pinned post :)
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HEY!! I really really loved your Yeosang fic that i immediately had to check out your other stories too and i love all of them, but i wanted to ask if there will be a pt2 to the idol!san story because the end left me gaspingđĽšđŤđŤđŤ ANYWAY on my way to read skz and tbzđđŤŁđŤśđťđ¤
hi cutie! this is so late omg iâm sorry đ ahh a lot of people have been asking me if thereâs gonna be a part two to that one and at the moment, iâm not fully sure. i had a draft in the works before i left tumblr so if i find the motivation to write for groups other than nct, iâll def work on that one!! thank you for reading my work and i hope ur having a good day <3
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{đ} hyuck : i suggested playing spin the bottle because i wanted to kiss you, but now everyoneâs kissing you except me :/
[â] pairing. haechan x reader, slight jaemin x reader ft. 00â line, chaewon of lesserafim and sieun of stayc
[â] genre. smut + fluff | stoner!nct, pwp bc itâs me
[â] wc. 6.1k
[â] warnings. explicit content (mdni), weed/marijuana use, lots of making out, slight choking, dirty talk, fingering, sexual stuff in a semi-public place, use of the word âslutâ, very slight degradation, not very proofread, pretty tame tbh
[â] notes. my first time writing again in like??? two years???? istg i didnât mean to abandon this acc đ pls be nice i havenât written in a while and this is not my most favourite work but iâm warming up for more stuff in da future i just wanted to post a lil self-indulgent smth abt hyuck bc bfâď¸ idk how active iâll be because of uni and other things but i missed u guys!!! any feedback is appreciated enjoy :p
even through the clouds of smoke engulfing the little living room of jeno and jaeminâs shared flat, your hooded eyes still met.
today was an important day amongst your friend group; it was chaewonâs first time smoking up with everyone. your friends werenât really the type to pressure anyone into doing anything they werenât sure about, but considering the astounding majority who enjoyed smoking some variation of weed, group sessions were a frequent occurrence. you either joined in or didnât, chaewon being the latter until she decided of her own accord that she was going to try it with the people she trusted.
you sesh with jeno most often, seeing as he was the one who introduced you to weed and taught you everything you know about it. after weeks of listening to you complain about sleepless nights, jeno suggested you try smoking a joint before you go to bed, especially since it was starting to affect your attendance. (âi canât keep attending these zoology classes without you, y/n. every time something stupid happens, i laugh and make a joke out loud because i forget you arenât there, and now iâm pretty sure people think iâm either insane or just really fucking lonelyâ.)
now, smoking up has been a pretty regular occurrence, especially since jeno introduced you to a bunch of his friends and vice versa, all of you making up one big, happy group of stoners. chaewon and sieun were your friends who got along with everyone else just fine, and though they didnât hang out with the others as much as you did, they were still welcome whenever.
presently, you are leaning back against the couch, all the way on the end, because jaemin is sprawled out alongside you, opting to rest his legs on your lap. haechan makes a joke that you donât understand, but you laugh anyway along with everyone else, except renjun who covers up his laugh with cough.
âyou can never let me have it, huh?â, hyuck scoffs, narrowing his eyes at renjun whoâs mouth forms a thin line. âi know for a fact you find me funny.â
you hear that he makes a remark back at haechan but what he says doesnât register in your head, everything sounding far away. remembering the special occasion, you turn to face chaewon and sieun, who are giggling away on the floor about something between the two of them. you donât know what they said but you smile anyway. she clearly seemed like she was having a good trip, and so was everyone else.
swallowing nothing, you realise how dry your throat feels, and with that realisation came this undeniable desire for some form of liquid. âjen,â, you tilt your head back and call out to the boy who was already rolling another joint on the table behind you. âdid you end up buying more coke?â
âcheck the fridgeâ, he mumbles without looking at you, tongue poking his cheek out of concentration as he focuses on what he was doing. with a groan, you heave jaeminâs legs off your lap, muttering a couple âsorryâs when he starts to complain about the change in position.
you all but float to the kitchen, heading straight for the fridge and spotting the fresh cans of coke placed neatly in the overcrowded appliance. the first gulp feels like heaven against your parched throat, taking a few more while standing there.
âyou gonna share or no?â, a voice startles you, turning to find haechanâs figure looming right behind you with a dopey smile on his face.
âgod, we need to get you a bell or something. i never hear you comingâ, you roll your eyes before grabbing two glasses from the cabinet. youâre disappointed to see that there was no ice in their freezer, but you pour the drink into the glass anyway.
âwhy are you pouring it into a glass?â, haechan furrows his eyebrows, looking pointedly between the glass and the literal can in your hand. ânow we have to wash two glasses when we couldâve just drank it from the can.â
heâs right, of course, but youâre not gonna tell him that. instead, you pretend that you were planning on adding some lemon juice to the drink because you saw it on instagram. while you figure he doesnât believe you, he humours you anyway and tries your little concoction, which ends up being pretty damn good.
out of all of jenoâs friends, haechan definitely stood out to you. you didnât really understand why, you were just drawn to him, even way back before you met him, when jeno used to tell you about his friends. âloud and annoyingâ were the words he used to describe him, but the smile that appeared on his face anyway let you know that he was someone special to jeno. this was not to say his other friends werenât special, you got along incredibly well with all of them, meshing right in with their group.
as of right on cue, jaeminâs voice loudly sounds out from the living room, âare you guys fucking in there or what?â.
sighing, you pick up your glass and begin to walk out of the kitchen, but not before purposely knocking haechanâs shoulder when you walk past him, hearing him snort before following you out as you exit the room. perhaps if you had lingered in the kitchen for a couple seconds longer, you wouldâve heard haechan muttering something along the lines of âi wishâ under his breath.
âjeez, took you long enough, can i have some of that?â, renjun drawls, lifting himself off the armchair with a smile, to which you roll your eyes but pass him your glass anyway. you sit down on the floor opposite the couch and he looks as if he is about to compliment your drink-making skills before haechan cuts him off.
âdude, chaewon and sieun look like theyâre about to fall asleep, letâs do somethingâ, he half yawns out, opting to stroll over to your spot on the floor and sinking down next to you.
ânotâŚsleepyâŚâ, chaewon murmurs, but her voice is muffled because her cheek is pressed against sieunâs shoulder, both of them sprawled out on the floor like it was a comfortable bed.
âsure you arenâtâŚâ, jeno chides with a smile, getting up from the table to walk over to where all of you were situated. he twirls his newly rolled joint between his fingers, finally holding it out in his palm as if it were some magical gadget, and if you were being fully honest, you were sold. âround 2? or 3, I canât really rememberâŚâ
some words of agreement were muttered across the room, chaewon and sieun even groggily getting up from what looked like a very comfortable napping spot. another rotation began, and you made sure to blow out your smoke directly into an unsuspecting haechanâs face when it was your turn.
âletâs play a game or somethingâ, jaemin suggests, taking a long puff and passing it to jeno who sat beside him, and soon the room was hazy once again, the smell of weed infiltrating your nostrils.
âlike what?â, chaewon coughs weakly in between her hit and renjun pats her back before he hands her your coke that you hadnât received back after you gave it to him. so long for that.
âmonopoly?â, jeno offers with a shrug and haechan lets out an obnoxious snore as a reply, making you laugh but you cover it up with a cough when you meet jenoâs playfully narrowed eyes. âokay then, big guy, whatâs your incredible idea?â
haechan appears to actually think about it for a moment, looking around the room for some sort of inspiration maybe, until his eyes land on you.
âokay jaemin, get that empty wine bottle from last week, weâre playing spin the bottleâ, he is grinning from ear to ear, wiggling his eyebrows even though all his suggestion receives is a bunch of groans and sighs.
your eyebrows are raised however, and you try not to let your reaction show too much on your face. spin the bottle? you hadnât played that since you were maybe fourteen, but that was the least of your concerns at the moment. haechan wanted to play spin the bottle? who was he hoping to kiss? or was it just a whimsical little suggestion that was more of a joke?
it didnât fully seem like he meant it as a joke, judging by his expression as he awaited some actual responses from the group. âwhat are we, fourteen?â, renjun might as well have read your mind, but he soon joins you and haechan on the floor, the others following suit. jaemin presents the empty bottle and places it in the middle of the little circle you have formed, everyone seeming slightly more keen as the joint runs out.
maybe it was the thc talking, but it didnât really seem like a bad idea to you anymore. you were all single, attractive and close enough that it wouldnât make things weird, and most importantly, you wouldnât mind getting more familiar with haechanâs lips.
you shocked your own self with the sudden lewd thoughts in your head about the male sitting next to you, squirming in your position slightly. he turns his head towards you like he could hear your thoughts (âshut up, y/n, he canât hear your thoughtsâŚright?â) and you swear his eyes soften a bit. âare you sure you wanna play?â, he asks softly, mistaking your tenseness for discomfort, but you shake your head a little too quickly for your liking.
âno, no, letâs play, itâs not like we have anything better to do, right?â, you feign indifference and after everyone else agrees, the bottle is spun for the first time by haechan.
much to renjunâs dismay, it lands on him, and itâs almost comical the way he looks at the bottle pointing at him before slowly looking up at haechan. ârenjunnie, let me kiss youâ, haechan whines in a high pitched tone while drawing out the âyouâ, puckering his lips expectantly. the next three minutes consist of renjun listing every single person he would rather kiss than haechan, and youâd have half the mind to volunteer yourself if you werenât clutching at your sides laughing at the whole exchange, slapping at both jeno and sieun who tried and failed to dodge your waving hands.
renjun finally relents when eunchae suggests he lets him kiss his cheek instead, but haechan is no quitter so he makes sure that he plants the loudest, most wet kiss on his face before sighing in victory when he sits back down. renjun is not the most happy with this, and he tells jaemin to take his turn instead while he rushes off to the bathroom to wash his face. hyuck looks indignant, calling out behind renjun, asking if he wants another one.
taking the turn instead of renjun, jaemin spins the bottle harshly, and it spins and spins and spins for what seemed like an eternity. your eyes are so focused on the way the bottle looks as it spins that you donât even notice that it has stopped, until jeno nudges you with his shoulder. itâs neck is pointed directly at you, and you finally look up from your trance at jaemin, who wears an undeniable smirk on his face.
while you didnât exactly see him that way, there was absolutely no denying that jaemin was a very attractive man, and he was no different presently, the sleeves of his hoodie rolled up as he propped himself up with his arms, looking at you expectantly.
you donât want to look at haechan right now, because you can see out of the corner of your eye that his face is looking straight forward, not at you or jaemin, just forward. you wonder what is going through his head, but your thoughts are cut short when jaemin scoots closer to you in the circle.
âare you okay with this?â
and when you think about, you are. âyeah, i mean itâs just a gameâ, you reply, not wanting to ruin the fun or raise any suspicions, to which jaemin agrees and inclines his head towards you.
he kisses you, more fully than you were expecting, but you had no complaints really as you kissed him back, titling your head in the opposite direction to slip your lips over his. you wonder if your lips were as dry as they felt, and in the back of your mind it registers that your friends are watching you kiss your other friend because they hoot and giggle, but you canât really bring yourself to care.
jaeminâs lips taste sweet and he smells sweet, his touch soft as he brings a hand up to your cheek, gently holding it while he continues kissing you. it probably wasnât as long as it felt, but jaemin finally pulls away, the remnants of his sweet chapstick lingering on your lips. you are aware of how hot your face feels when you pull away and return to your spot, tucking your hair behind your ears.
âdude, what chapstick do you use?â, you ask after clearing your throat, and jaemin rummages in his pant pocket for a moment before whipping out a cute pink tube, holding it out in front of him. âstrawberry dream, babyâ, he winks, reapplying it on his lips. ânever go anywhere without it.â
renjun returns after god knows how long, stating that he had to re-do his skin care routine because haechan had completely thrown off his skinâs ph balance, and is saddened to hear that he missed witnessing you and jaemin.
the game continues in a steadfast manner for the next couple of rounds thanks to haechan insisting we play one more round, though it doesnât exactly go in the manner you were hoping for. the group is practically in tears after watching jeno and jaemin share an awkward kiss, chaewon arguing that they canât claim âno homoâ because it was the most homo thing sheâd seen in a while, and that was saying a lot because she was, in fact, gay.
you have now kissed sieun, jaemin once again and an especially endearing renjun, whoâs cheeks and tips of his ears are painted a bright red after you plant a full peck on his waiting lips. haechan grumbles something about renjun not having kissed anyone besides his mom to explain his reaction, but jeno is quick to cut renjun off before another argument ensues.
âi donât know about you guys, but i think thatâs enough exchanging of saliva for one dayâ, he all but sighs, lying down on the floor dramatically. while you do agree, youâre disheartened, because not once has the bottle landed on you when spun by haechan, or the other way around. it feels like the universe is fucking with you, because really how many times can you spin a bottle between a group of seven people and not have it land on the one person you want to kiss even once.
haechan looks like he wants to say something, but appears to decide against it in the end, stretching and standing up. it is then mutually agreed by everyone that it was time to watch a movie.
âsuper bad?â, jaemin proposes, and even though most people had already watched the movie, no one argues against it and jeno starts setting up the movie on their big screen tv.
settling into the couch, you glance over at haechan and youâd be lying if you said you werenât feeling a tad bit disappointed. this whole spin the bottle thing makes you wonder about all the other times where you could have had an opportunity to make a move on the brown-haired boy.
youâd gone on long drives together, gone partying, even drank with just each other a couple of times. the closest the two of you had ever come to crossing that line was while you where dancing at a party and his arms were looped around your waist from behind, slowly swaying to the beat. youâd danced with him tons of times before that but you recall thinking the air was a little different than normal, more heated, but you also recall mistaking renjun for your professor, so you didnât trust yourself. the moment came and went, and neither of you ever had the balls to address it, and now it had been way too long since to bring it up.
âthis seat taken?â, haechan snaps you out of your bitter thoughts, jerking his head towards the spot on the couch next to you. you clear your throat and shake your head, scooting over slightly so he could sink down next to you. âwhatâs up, y/n, you look a littleâŚnot present. you still high?â
itâs funny because your mind certainly wasnât present, it was in the gutter, but you choose to blame the weed. âyeah, iâm still highâ, you answered truthfully, and so was he, his red, hooded eyes a dead giveaway.
âokay, perfect, i wanted to show you this stupid tiktok i sawâ, heâs pulling his phone out of his pocket and leaning closer to you to show you some video of a cat, or maybe a dog, you werenât paying attention. he laughs at whatever the animal did, the corner of his eyes crinkling as he does so, and you observe him instead of watching. when he doesnât hear you laugh, he peeks over at you but youâre quick to turn your head back to his phone, letting out a very late giggle at the video.
if he did catch you, he doesnât mention it, continuing to scroll and show you more videos. jeno finally gets the movie set up and turns off the lights, taking up the final seat left on the couch. the movie begins, and everyone falls into a comfortable silence bar hyuck, who makes the occasional comment that earns him a snort from you each time.
at some point during the movie, haechan stretches his arms out behind him, placing his arm on the head of the couch directly behind you. glancing at him quickly, you canât tell whether the action was purposeful or not, because if it was, he was doing a very good job of looking nonchalant. you try your best to ignore it, but his hand is resting directly above your shoulder, inches away from touching you- but it never does.
you had never noticed what nice hands haechan had before. long and slender, nails clipped short and clean, his middle, ring and index finger adorned with various silver rings. you note that he wears three rings on his left hand, but none on his right. his right hand sits on top of one of his thighs, two of his fingers drumming against it following some rhythm going on in his head. his fingers are long, and the only thing you can think about is just how nice they would feel insideâ
no, no, no, stop it, since when are you this horny?
you realise stressing out about how horny you are all of a sudden is just going to lead to a bad trip and you donât want that, and you want to clear your head. even though youâre feeling a different kind of thirsty, you figure a distraction for a couple minutes would be helpful, so you excuse yourself to go get some water, jumping up from the couch and walking towards the kitchen. unbeknownst to you, haechanâs watchful eyes follow your figure as you exit the room.
finally away and in the kitchen, you fill up a glass and lean over the sink, closing your eyes to collect yourself. you can finish the movie without driving yourself crazy over haechan, right? tonight is no different than any other hangout and you donât want to weird haechan out with your unnecessary staring and poorly concealed thirsting. you just need to stop thinking about his stupid hands, his stupid thighs, his stupid hair and his stupid kissable lips. âkissable? lock in, y/n, lock inâŚâ
âwho are you talking to?â
you wince but donât turn around, eyes screwed shut tightly. youâve been gone for a couple minutes and you donât know when he left the room, but you put down the glass and turn to face him.
âwhatâs got you so jumpy?â, he questions, leaning against the counter. his arms are folded and his gaze is piercing, face tilted slightly to the left as he observes you. this is the second time heâs startled you in the kitchen today and also happens to be the very reason youâve been so jumpy.
ânothing, i justâŚgod, you need to starting announcing your entry into a room, dudeâŚâ
he furrows his eyebrows but lets out a chuckle anyway, slowly sauntering over to where you stood. eyes never leaving yours, he now stands directly in front of you, caging you in between the sink and his body. the closer proximity and dim lighting isnât helping your case in the slightest, feeling all hot and bothered as if there was a sudden change in temperature. âwhatâs happening? youâre usually never like this, weâve smoked up together so many times. are you having a bad trip?â
you understand why he might think that, what with your jerky movements, dazed staring and just overall disconnected demeanour. while you were wound up a little tighter than usual, you werenât having a bad trip, your mind was just very slightly preoccupied. âno, hyuck, iâm fine, i justâŚneeded some waterâ, itâs a half-lie you tell, choosing to not tell him the full truth for the sake of your own pride.
âyou just seemâŚoffâ, he seems to pick his words carefully, eyes roaming over the expanse of your face. âno, i justâŚâ, you trail off to try and find the words to explain this situation away, but heâs just looking at you so intensely. itâs so silent in the room and the air feels all too still, and you swear youâre trying to speak coherently but haechan switches his weight to his other leg, wetting his lips with his tongue while he awaits an answer and you just freeze. âiâŚâ
ââiâ what? see? youâre doing it againâ, he starts, running a hand through his hair, and the muted light that leaks in through the window illuminates only one half of his face, but you can see him so clearly that even the way his pretty eyelashes brush against his cheek when he blinks doesnât go unnoticed by you. youâre subconsciously chewing on your bottom lip, feeling a little like a deer caught in headlights. âyou have this look in your eye. like you wannaâŚâ
ââŚwhat?â
everything is still and unmoving, until your eyes zero in on haechanâs hand as he raises it, slowly bringing it to graze his fingers over your cheek. his touch leaves a burning hot trail on your skin and using his thumb, he releases your bottom lip from under your teeth, hand lingering cautiously for a fleeting moment before he drops it.
âlike what, haechan?â, you repeat yourself, urging him to just say whatever it is he has to say, getting tired of this back and forth. you could sell a kidney just to see what was going on in his mind right now, because he looks torn between speaking his mind and just staying silent.
âlike you want to kiss me.â
a few beats of complete and utter silence pass, not even hearing the dull sound of the television in the living room anymore over the thudding of your heart in your ears. haechan takes a small and tentative step towards your frozen figure, gripping the counter youâre using to lean against with his right hand, effectively trapping you in your place. now you really are a deer caught in headlights, because heâs spoken what youâve been thinking about for the past couple hours into existence and he is absolutely correct.
âam i wrong, pretty?â
judging by your sharp intake of breath and open-mouthed expression, youâd have to be a fool to think otherwise. he looks as if heâs waiting for you to answer him regardless, giving you a chance to get out of this, but your voice is no longer functioning, and it takes all the strength in your body to shake your head ânoâ.
his eyes flicker between your eyes and your lips, tongue peeking out to lick his lips again. âi suggested playing spin the bottle because i wanted to kiss youâ, his voice is strained as he admits this, quiet and careful like heâs holding back while his eyes are trained on yours like heâs daring you to break eye contact. you donât. âbut then everyone else was kissing you but me.â
normally you would giggle at his little frown, but all you can muster up is a whisper of his name, finally breaking his all-consuming eye contact in favour of looking at his lips again. you donât know who moves first, but the next thing you know is your lips are pressed together in a fierce kiss, your hands tangled in his soft, brown locks while he grip your waist and pull you into him.
he kisses you like a man starved and you do the same with equal fervour, not even being able to process that your little daydream is coming true. his hand comes up to caress your cheek, soon moving down your neck after stroking your face softly, using it to tilt your head for you. the position of his hand is very purposeful because his thumb presses into your throat ever so slightly, but his grip is still tight enough that you couldnât break the kiss (not that you wanted to, anyway). the other hand snakes around your waist and pulls you impossibly closer, pressing his hips into yours.
youâre positively drunk off the feeling of haechanâs lips molding over yours and you think you might just ascend when he tugs on your bottom lip with his teeth, using the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. body on fire, you mewl against his lips, swirling your own tongue around his while he slowly but surely bucks his hips into yours.
no wards are spoken while your hands thread through his hair, pulling on it and letting out a sound of surprise into his mouth when his hand trails down to your ass and grips it harshly. he finally releases you from the searing kiss, but he doesnât let you catch your breath, instead spinning you around in his hold so that his front presses tightly into your back, hands slipping around your waist from behind. this feels like a dĂŠjĂ vu kind of moment because you are reminded of the time when you both were dancing in this exact position, except this time you were getting exactly what you wanted.
âyou know how bad i wanted this?â, his voice echoes your thoughts and breaks the silence, hands running up and down your front in a teasing manner. lifting your shirt up slightly, he trails his fingers over the exposed skin of your torso and the action makes you squirm in his hold a little, and much to your surprise, he groans lewdly against your ear. âfuck, iâve been thinking of this for so long. kissing you, having my hands all over youâŚâ
you get the sense heâs talking more to himself than you, but you revel in it nonetheless. his hand grips your jaw and squishes your cheeks together so your lips form a pout, forcing it to the side where he plants one, two, three kisses to your puckered mouth. his other hand slips further up your shirt where he brazenly cups your boob through your bra, fondling one of them while his tongue peeks out to flick at your bottom lip.
youâre putty in his arms, all gasps and squirms and whispered âhaechanâs. âwhat, baby?â, he mumbles into your cheek, the hand gripping your jaw letting go in order to slink down to your hip where it lingers for a moment. âwhat do you want?â
your lack of answer doesnât bode well with him, earning you a tight squeeze to your hip as a kind of warning. âneed you to touch meâ, you whisper out defeatedly, and you feel haechan laugh mockingly against your face.
âyeah? need me to touch you?â, he mimics your voice while tutting, letting his hand slip further down to where you needed him the most, but not letting you have it just yet. âthink you can be a good girl and keep quiet for me? we donât need everyone outside hearing what a little slut youâre being in here.â
everyone outside. the fact that you were just a room away from all your friends who were sat watching a fun little movie together had completely slipped your mind, but if you were being honest, you couldnât find it in you to give a shit. everything about your current disposition was so dirty. one hand under your shirt, the other about two seconds away from fingering you right in the middle of your friendsâ kitchen, while said friends were sat outside, unaware of the goings-on under their own roof.
though you didnât think actually getting caught in this position would be the most pleasant experience, the idea of it dampened your panties and caused you to whine out loud, tilting your head back against haechanâs shoulder. you receive an immediate hand clamped over your mouth in return, haechan tutting in your ear condescendingly. âlooks like the little slut canât follow a simple request.â
even though he reprimands you, his hands begin fumbling with the button of your jeans anyway, undoing it and pulling the zipper down. one hand comes up to wrap around your front and rests on your shoulder, holding you in place, and the other he sticks down your pants and cups your heat but makes no effort to move, chuckling when you try to move yourself against it. his crotch ruts against the swell of your ass and for you, any friction is better than no friction at the moment. with one hand gipping the arm around your shoulder, you slip the other behind you to palm at his hard cock over his pants, making him let out a sound of approval.
âplease, hyuckâ, you shake your face free of his hand and turn to look him in the eye, and he grips your throat and presses a chaste kiss to your lips.
he seems to accept your plea, finally moving his hand against you and you breathe a sigh of relief, lost in the feeling of his fingers rubbing circles on your clit over your wet underwear. heâs quick to slip his hand inside your panties, cold fingers pressed directly on to your bare pussy, spreading your wetness all over you. when he ultimately slips a finger into your tight, waiting core, you moan but itâs cut short when he slaps his hand over your mouth again. âkeep. quiet.â
if someone were to walk in, the two of you would be a sight to see. you writhing in his tight hold while his hand is stuffed in your pants, two fingers pistoning in and out of you at a fast pace as his forehead is pressed against the side of your face, releasing short breaths. you look positively fucked out, and youâre both in a state of complete bliss as you grind against each other in a timely rhythm.
âmy pretty girl. if i had known you wanted this too, i wouldâve just grabbed you and kissed you like i wanted, in front of everyone.â
his voice is honey-like and sultry, and his fingers are nothing short of heavenly. they pump in and out of you, and he still manages to use his thumb to toy with your clit in this position, leaving you breathless and on the edge. âcanât believe jaemin and renjun got to kiss you before me.â
youâre so wet that your cunt makes downright sinful noises as he fingers you and youâre hoping that it isnât really as loud as it seems. âyouâre so wet, angel. so this is what had you all jumpy todayâ, he laughs like heâs stating the obvious, and youâd have half the mind to feel shy if his ministrations didnât feel so fucking good right now.
youâre aware that youâre close and so is he because youâre clenching around his fingers, so he quickens his pace both inside you and against your clit. âyou gonna cum for me, baby? right here, in the middle of kitchen, while everyoneâs outside?â, he purrs against your face and you grip the part of his arm that isnât shoved in your pants, digging your nails into his skin in a way thatâs sure to leave a mark. his words make you feel dirty in the best way, not even knowing you could feel this turned on.
he peppers kisses along your jaw and neck, sucking here and there, and through the pale moonlight bleeding into the room from the window, the red blemishes that begin to bloom on your skin are visible to hyuck, and he seems pleased with his artwork. âthatâs it, sweetheart, let go for me.â
your moans are muffled against his palm when you finally come, the orgasm ripping through you so strongly that you go limp in his hands, legs almost buckling at the sensation. with the added boost of the weed you smoked earlier, your orgasm is immense, feeling it pulse through your body until itâs too much, whining and wriggling in haechanâs firm hold. he holds you still and helps you ride out your high, whispering utterances of âthatâs right, babyâ and âmy good girlâ into your ear while you throw your head back and try to regulate your breathing.
in a moment, his hand slips out of your pants, turning you back around so youâre now facing him, grinning down at you from ear to ear as if you both hadnât just defiled jaemin and jenoâs kitchen. âyou feeling okay?â, he mumbles, tucking your hair behind your ear with the hand that wasnât soaked, pressing a number of kisses all over your face as you nod and giggled, trying to evade his attack. he lets you go just to wash his hands, and itâs when he dries his wet hands on the material of his pants that you notice his raging boner, immediately feeling bad.
âwait hyuck, let meââ
as if heâs reading your mind once again, he shakes his head and takes both of your hands into his, wrapping them around his own waist while pulling you into him. âwe can save that for another time, prettyâ, he insists, his expression turning shy when he realises the implications behind his words. âthat is, i-if you want another time, of courseââ
itâs your turn to cut him off this time, but you do so by leaning up and connecting your lips again, bring a hand up to stroke his cheek. âof course i want another time, hyuck. i want this. i want you.â
your assurances do good to bring a smile to his pretty face, taking ahold of the hand on his cheek and pressing his lips to your skin gently, lovingly. âso, so, perfect.â
taking note of the prolonged amount of time the two of you had been gone, you skulk back into the living, but this time, hand in hand.
the scene youâre greeted with is a surprising one, because you find every single one of your friends to be sound asleep, much to your amusement and hyuckâs dismay. âso youâre telling me i couldâve been hearing you moan the whole time and none of these idiots would have even known?â, he is appalled, a hand coming up to rub at his face out of frustration. âi did all that for nothing?â
âi wouldnât say for nothingâ, you reveal, biting your lip and smiling up at the boy shyly. âi might have woken them up.â
âoh yeah, well now youâre going toâ, and with that, heâs dragging you back to the kitchen while you giggle, nearly tripping over your own feet before he all but scoops you up in his arms, muttering to himself about having left something in the kitchen that needed urgent fetching.
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{đ} hyuck : i suggested playing spin the bottle because i wanted to kiss you, but now everyoneâs kissing you except me :/
[â] pairing. haechan x reader, slight jaemin x reader ft. 00â line, chaewon of lesserafim and sieun of stayc
[â] genre. smut + fluff | stoner!nct, pwp bc itâs me
[â] wc. 6.1k
[â] warnings. explicit content (mdni), weed/marijuana use, lots of making out, slight choking, dirty talk, fingering, sexual stuff in a semi-public place, use of the word âslutâ, very slight degradation, not very proofread, pretty tame tbh
[â] notes. my first time writing again in like??? two years???? istg i didnât mean to abandon this acc đ pls be nice i havenât written in a while and this is not my most favourite work but iâm warming up for more stuff in da future i just wanted to post a lil self-indulgent smth abt hyuck bc bfâď¸ idk how active iâll be because of uni and other things but i missed u guys!!! any feedback is appreciated enjoy :p
even through the clouds of smoke engulfing the little living room of jeno and jaeminâs shared flat, your hooded eyes still met.
today was an important day amongst your friend group; it was chaewonâs first time smoking up with everyone. your friends werenât really the type to pressure anyone into doing anything they werenât sure about, but considering the astounding majority who enjoyed smoking some variation of weed, group sessions were a frequent occurrence. you either joined in or didnât, chaewon being the latter until she decided of her own accord that she was going to try it with the people she trusted.
you sesh with jeno most often, seeing as he was the one who introduced you to weed and taught you everything you know about it. after weeks of listening to you complain about sleepless nights, jeno suggested you try smoking a joint before you go to bed, especially since it was starting to affect your attendance. (âi canât keep attending these zoology classes without you, y/n. every time something stupid happens, i laugh and make a joke out loud because i forget you arenât there, and now iâm pretty sure people think iâm either insane or just really fucking lonelyâ.)
now, smoking up has been a pretty regular occurrence, especially since jeno introduced you to a bunch of his friends and vice versa, all of you making up one big, happy group of stoners. chaewon and sieun were your friends who got along with everyone else just fine, and though they didnât hang out with the others as much as you did, they were still welcome whenever.
presently, you are leaning back against the couch, all the way on the end, because jaemin is sprawled out alongside you, opting to rest his legs on your lap. haechan makes a joke that you donât understand, but you laugh anyway along with everyone else, except renjun who covers up his laugh with cough.
âyou can never let me have it, huh?â, hyuck scoffs, narrowing his eyes at renjun whoâs mouth forms a thin line. âi know for a fact you find me funny.â
you hear that he makes a remark back at haechan but what he says doesnât register in your head, everything sounding far away. remembering the special occasion, you turn to face chaewon and sieun, who are giggling away on the floor about something between the two of them. you donât know what they said but you smile anyway. she clearly seemed like she was having a good trip, and so was everyone else.
swallowing nothing, you realise how dry your throat feels, and with that realisation came this undeniable desire for some form of liquid. âjen,â, you tilt your head back and call out to the boy who was already rolling another joint on the table behind you. âdid you end up buying more coke?â
âcheck the fridgeâ, he mumbles without looking at you, tongue poking his cheek out of concentration as he focuses on what he was doing. with a groan, you heave jaeminâs legs off your lap, muttering a couple âsorryâs when he starts to complain about the change in position.
you all but float to the kitchen, heading straight for the fridge and spotting the fresh cans of coke placed neatly in the overcrowded appliance. the first gulp feels like heaven against your parched throat, taking a few more while standing there.
âyou gonna share or no?â, a voice startles you, turning to find haechanâs figure looming right behind you with a dopey smile on his face.
âgod, we need to get you a bell or something. i never hear you comingâ, you roll your eyes before grabbing two glasses from the cabinet. youâre disappointed to see that there was no ice in their freezer, but you pour the drink into the glass anyway.
âwhy are you pouring it into a glass?â, haechan furrows his eyebrows, looking pointedly between the glass and the literal can in your hand. ânow we have to wash two glasses when we couldâve just drank it from the can.â
heâs right, of course, but youâre not gonna tell him that. instead, you pretend that you were planning on adding some lemon juice to the drink because you saw it on instagram. while you figure he doesnât believe you, he humours you anyway and tries your little concoction, which ends up being pretty damn good.
out of all of jenoâs friends, haechan definitely stood out to you. you didnât really understand why, you were just drawn to him, even way back before you met him, when jeno used to tell you about his friends. âloud and annoyingâ were the words he used to describe him, but the smile that appeared on his face anyway let you know that he was someone special to jeno. this was not to say his other friends werenât special, you got along incredibly well with all of them, meshing right in with their group.
as of right on cue, jaeminâs voice loudly sounds out from the living room, âare you guys fucking in there or what?â.
sighing, you pick up your glass and begin to walk out of the kitchen, but not before purposely knocking haechanâs shoulder when you walk past him, hearing him snort before following you out as you exit the room. perhaps if you had lingered in the kitchen for a couple seconds longer, you wouldâve heard haechan muttering something along the lines of âi wishâ under his breath.
âjeez, took you long enough, can i have some of that?â, renjun drawls, lifting himself off the armchair with a smile, to which you roll your eyes but pass him your glass anyway. you sit down on the floor opposite the couch and he looks as if he is about to compliment your drink-making skills before haechan cuts him off.
âdude, chaewon and sieun look like theyâre about to fall asleep, letâs do somethingâ, he half yawns out, opting to stroll over to your spot on the floor and sinking down next to you.
ânotâŚsleepyâŚâ, chaewon murmurs, but her voice is muffled because her cheek is pressed against sieunâs shoulder, both of them sprawled out on the floor like it was a comfortable bed.
âsure you arenâtâŚâ, jeno chides with a smile, getting up from the table to walk over to where all of you were situated. he twirls his newly rolled joint between his fingers, finally holding it out in his palm as if it were some magical gadget, and if you were being fully honest, you were sold. âround 2? or 3, I canât really rememberâŚâ
some words of agreement were muttered across the room, chaewon and sieun even groggily getting up from what looked like a very comfortable napping spot. another rotation began, and you made sure to blow out your smoke directly into an unsuspecting haechanâs face when it was your turn.
âletâs play a game or somethingâ, jaemin suggests, taking a long puff and passing it to jeno who sat beside him, and soon the room was hazy once again, the smell of weed infiltrating your nostrils.
âlike what?â, chaewon coughs weakly in between her hit and renjun pats her back before he hands her your coke that you hadnât received back after you gave it to him. so long for that.
âmonopoly?â, jeno offers with a shrug and haechan lets out an obnoxious snore as a reply, making you laugh but you cover it up with a cough when you meet jenoâs playfully narrowed eyes. âokay then, big guy, whatâs your incredible idea?â
haechan appears to actually think about it for a moment, looking around the room for some sort of inspiration maybe, until his eyes land on you.
âokay jaemin, get that empty wine bottle from last week, weâre playing spin the bottleâ, he is grinning from ear to ear, wiggling his eyebrows even though all his suggestion receives is a bunch of groans and sighs.
your eyebrows are raised however, and you try not to let your reaction show too much on your face. spin the bottle? you hadnât played that since you were maybe fourteen, but that was the least of your concerns at the moment. haechan wanted to play spin the bottle? who was he hoping to kiss? or was it just a whimsical little suggestion that was more of a joke?
it didnât fully seem like he meant it as a joke, judging by his expression as he awaited some actual responses from the group. âwhat are we, fourteen?â, renjun might as well have read your mind, but he soon joins you and haechan on the floor, the others following suit. jaemin presents the empty bottle and places it in the middle of the little circle you have formed, everyone seeming slightly more keen as the joint runs out.
maybe it was the thc talking, but it didnât really seem like a bad idea to you anymore. you were all single, attractive and close enough that it wouldnât make things weird, and most importantly, you wouldnât mind getting more familiar with haechanâs lips.
you shocked your own self with the sudden lewd thoughts in your head about the male sitting next to you, squirming in your position slightly. he turns his head towards you like he could hear your thoughts (âshut up, y/n, he canât hear your thoughtsâŚright?â) and you swear his eyes soften a bit. âare you sure you wanna play?â, he asks softly, mistaking your tenseness for discomfort, but you shake your head a little too quickly for your liking.
âno, no, letâs play, itâs not like we have anything better to do, right?â, you feign indifference and after everyone else agrees, the bottle is spun for the first time by haechan.
much to renjunâs dismay, it lands on him, and itâs almost comical the way he looks at the bottle pointing at him before slowly looking up at haechan. ârenjunnie, let me kiss youâ, haechan whines in a high pitched tone while drawing out the âyouâ, puckering his lips expectantly. the next three minutes consist of renjun listing every single person he would rather kiss than haechan, and youâd have half the mind to volunteer yourself if you werenât clutching at your sides laughing at the whole exchange, slapping at both jeno and sieun who tried and failed to dodge your waving hands.
renjun finally relents when chaewon suggests he lets him kiss his cheek instead, but haechan is no quitter so he makes sure that he plants the loudest, most wet kiss on his face before sighing in victory when he sits back down. renjun is not the most happy with this, and he tells jaemin to take his turn instead while he rushes off to the bathroom to wash his face. hyuck looks indignant, calling out behind renjun, asking if he wants another one.
taking the turn instead of renjun, jaemin spins the bottle harshly, and it spins and spins and spins for what seemed like an eternity. your eyes are so focused on the way the bottle looks as it spins that you donât even notice that it has stopped, until jeno nudges you with his shoulder. itâs neck is pointed directly at you, and you finally look up from your trance at jaemin, who wears an undeniable smirk on his face.
while you didnât exactly see him that way, there was absolutely no denying that jaemin was a very attractive man, and he was no different presently, the sleeves of his hoodie rolled up as he propped himself up with his arms, looking at you expectantly.
you donât want to look at haechan right now, because you can see out of the corner of your eye that his face is looking straight forward, not at you or jaemin, just forward. you wonder what is going through his head, but your thoughts are cut short when jaemin scoots closer to you in the circle.
âare you okay with this?â
and when you think about, you are. âyeah, i mean itâs just a gameâ, you reply, not wanting to ruin the fun or raise any suspicions, to which jaemin agrees and inclines his head towards you.
he kisses you, more fully than you were expecting, but you had no complaints really as you kissed him back, titling your head in the opposite direction to slip your lips over his. you wonder if your lips were as dry as they felt, and in the back of your mind it registers that your friends are watching you kiss your other friend because they hoot and giggle, but you canât really bring yourself to care.
jaeminâs lips taste sweet and he smells sweet, his touch soft as he brings a hand up to your cheek, gently holding it while he continues kissing you. it probably wasnât as long as it felt, but jaemin finally pulls away, the remnants of his sweet chapstick lingering on your lips. you are aware of how hot your face feels when you pull away and return to your spot, tucking your hair behind your ears.
âdude, what chapstick do you use?â, you ask after clearing your throat, and jaemin rummages in his pant pocket for a moment before whipping out a cute pink tube, holding it out in front of him. âstrawberry dream, babyâ, he winks, reapplying it on his lips. ânever go anywhere without it.â
renjun returns after god knows how long, stating that he had to re-do his skin care routine because haechan had completely thrown off his skinâs ph balance, and is saddened to hear that he missed witnessing you and jaemin.
the game continues in a steadfast manner for the next couple of rounds thanks to haechan insisting we play one more round, though it doesnât exactly go in the manner you were hoping for. the group is practically in tears after watching jeno and jaemin share an awkward kiss, chaewon arguing that they canât claim âno homoâ because it was the most homo thing sheâd seen in a while, and that was saying a lot because she was, in fact, gay.
you have now kissed sieun, jaemin once again and an especially endearing renjun, whoâs cheeks and tips of his ears are painted a bright red after you plant a full peck on his waiting lips. haechan grumbles something about renjun not having kissed anyone besides his mom to explain his reaction, but jeno is quick to cut renjun off before another argument ensues.
âi donât know about you guys, but i think thatâs enough exchanging of saliva for one dayâ, he all but sighs, lying down on the floor dramatically. while you do agree, youâre disheartened, because not once has the bottle landed on you when spun by haechan, or the other way around. it feels like the universe is fucking with you, because really how many times can you spin a bottle between a group of seven people and not have it land on the one person you want to kiss even once.
haechan looks like he wants to say something, but appears to decide against it in the end, stretching and standing up. it is then mutually agreed by everyone that it was time to watch a movie.
âsuper bad?â, jaemin proposes, and even though most people had already watched the movie, no one argues against it and jeno starts setting up the movie on their big screen tv.
settling into the couch, you glance over at haechan and youâd be lying if you said you werenât feeling a tad bit disappointed. this whole spin the bottle thing makes you wonder about all the other times where you could have had an opportunity to make a move on the brown-haired boy.
youâd gone on long drives together, gone partying, even drank with just each other a couple of times. the closest the two of you had ever come to crossing that line was while you where dancing at a party and his arms were looped around your waist from behind, slowly swaying to the beat. youâd danced with him tons of times before that but you recall thinking the air was a little different than normal, more heated, but you also recall mistaking renjun for your professor, so you didnât trust yourself. the moment came and went, and neither of you ever had the balls to address it, and now it had been way too long since to bring it up.
âthis seat taken?â, haechan snaps you out of your bitter thoughts, jerking his head towards the spot on the couch next to you. you clear your throat and shake your head, scooting over slightly so he could sink down next to you. âwhatâs up, y/n, you look a littleâŚnot present. you still high?â
itâs funny because your mind certainly wasnât present, it was in the gutter, but you choose to blame the weed. âyeah, iâm still highâ, you answered truthfully, and so was he, his red, hooded eyes a dead giveaway.
âokay, perfect, i wanted to show you this stupid tiktok i sawâ, heâs pulling his phone out of his pocket and leaning closer to you to show you some video of a cat, or maybe a dog, you werenât paying attention. he laughs at whatever the animal did, the corner of his eyes crinkling as he does so, and you observe him instead of watching. when he doesnât hear you laugh, he peeks over at you but youâre quick to turn your head back to his phone, letting out a very late giggle at the video.
if he did catch you, he doesnât mention it, continuing to scroll and show you more videos. jeno finally gets the movie set up and turns off the lights, taking up the final seat left on the couch. the movie begins, and everyone falls into a comfortable silence bar hyuck, who makes the occasional comment that earns him a snort from you each time.
at some point during the movie, haechan stretches his arms out behind him, placing his arm on the head of the couch directly behind you. glancing at him quickly, you canât tell whether the action was purposeful or not, because if it was, he was doing a very good job of looking nonchalant. you try your best to ignore it, but his hand is resting directly above your shoulder, inches away from touching you- but it never does.
you had never noticed what nice hands haechan had before. long and slender, nails clipped short and clean, his middle, ring and index finger adorned with various silver rings. you note that he wears three rings on his left hand, but none on his right. his right hand sits on top of one of his thighs, two of his fingers drumming against it following some rhythm going on in his head. his fingers are long, and the only thing you can think about is just how nice they would feel insideâ
no, no, no, stop it, since when are you this horny?
you realise stressing out about how horny you are all of a sudden is just going to lead to a bad trip and you donât want that, and you want to clear your head. even though youâre feeling a different kind of thirsty, you figure a distraction for a couple minutes would be helpful, so you excuse yourself to go get some water, jumping up from the couch and walking towards the kitchen. unbeknownst to you, haechanâs watchful eyes follow your figure as you exit the room.
finally away and in the kitchen, you fill up a glass and lean over the sink, closing your eyes to collect yourself. you can finish the movie without driving yourself crazy over haechan, right? tonight is no different than any other hangout and you donât want to weird haechan out with your unnecessary staring and poorly concealed thirsting. you just need to stop thinking about his stupid hands, his stupid thighs, his stupid hair and his stupid kissable lips. âkissable? lock in, y/n, lock inâŚâ
âwho are you talking to?â
you wince but donât turn around, eyes screwed shut tightly. youâve been gone for a couple minutes and you donât know when he left the room, but you put down the glass and turn to face him.
âwhatâs got you so jumpy?â, he questions, leaning against the counter. his arms are folded and his gaze is piercing, face tilted slightly to the left as he observes you. this is the second time heâs startled you in the kitchen today and also happens to be the very reason youâve been so jumpy.
ânothing, i justâŚgod, you need to starting announcing your entry into a room, dudeâŚâ
he furrows his eyebrows but lets out a chuckle anyway, slowly sauntering over to where you stood. eyes never leaving yours, he now stands directly in front of you, caging you in between the sink and his body. the closer proximity and dim lighting isnât helping your case in the slightest, feeling all hot and bothered as if there was a sudden change in temperature. âwhatâs happening? youâre usually never like this, weâve smoked up together so many times. are you having a bad trip?â
you understand why he might think that, what with your jerky movements, dazed staring and just overall disconnected demeanour. while you were wound up a little tighter than usual, you werenât having a bad trip, your mind was just very slightly preoccupied. âno, hyuck, iâm fine, i justâŚneeded some waterâ, itâs a half-lie you tell, choosing to not tell him the full truth for the sake of your own pride.
âyou just seemâŚoffâ, he seems to pick his words carefully, eyes roaming over the expanse of your face. âno, i justâŚâ, you trail off to try and find the words to explain this situation away, but heâs just looking at you so intensely. itâs so silent in the room and the air feels all too still, and you swear youâre trying to speak coherently but haechan switches his weight to his other leg, wetting his lips with his tongue while he awaits an answer and you just freeze. âiâŚâ
ââiâ what? see? youâre doing it againâ, he starts, running a hand through his hair, and the muted light that leaks in through the window illuminates only one half of his face, but you can see him so clearly that even the way his pretty eyelashes brush against his cheek when he blinks doesnât go unnoticed by you. youâre subconsciously chewing on your bottom lip, feeling a little like a deer caught in headlights. âyou have this look in your eye. like you wannaâŚâ
ââŚwhat?â
everything is still and unmoving, until your eyes zero in on haechanâs hand as he raises it, slowly bringing it to graze his fingers over your cheek. his touch leaves a burning hot trail on your skin and using his thumb, he releases your bottom lip from under your teeth, hand lingering cautiously for a fleeting moment before he drops it.
âlike what, haechan?â, you repeat yourself, urging him to just say whatever it is he has to say, getting tired of this back and forth. you could sell a kidney just to see what was going on in his mind right now, because he looks torn between speaking his mind and just staying silent.
âlike you want to kiss me.â
a few beats of complete and utter silence pass, not even hearing the dull sound of the television in the living room anymore over the thudding of your heart in your ears. haechan takes a small and tentative step towards your frozen figure, gripping the counter youâre using to lean against with his right hand, effectively trapping you in your place. now you really are a deer caught in headlights, because heâs spoken what youâve been thinking about for the past couple hours into existence and he is absolutely correct.
âam i wrong, pretty?â
judging by your sharp intake of breath and open-mouthed expression, youâd have to be a fool to think otherwise. he looks as if heâs waiting for you to answer him regardless, giving you a chance to get out of this, but your voice is no longer functioning, and it takes all the strength in your body to shake your head ânoâ.
his eyes flicker between your eyes and your lips, tongue peeking out to lick his lips again. âi suggested playing spin the bottle because i wanted to kiss youâ, his voice is strained as he admits this, quiet and careful like heâs holding back while his eyes are trained on yours like heâs daring you to break eye contact. you donât. âbut then everyone else was kissing you but me.â
normally you would giggle at his little frown, but all you can muster up is a whisper of his name, finally breaking his all-consuming eye contact in favour of looking at his lips again. you donât know who moves first, but the next thing you know is your lips are pressed together in a fierce kiss, your hands tangled in his soft, brown locks while he grip your waist and pull you into him.
he kisses you like a man starved and you do the same with equal fervour, not even being able to process that your little daydream is coming true. his hand comes up to caress your cheek, soon moving down your neck after stroking your face softly, using it to tilt your head for you. the position of his hand is very purposeful because his thumb presses into your throat ever so slightly, but his grip is still tight enough that you couldnât break the kiss (not that you wanted to, anyway). the other hand snakes around your waist and pulls you impossibly closer, pressing his hips into yours.
youâre positively drunk off the feeling of haechanâs lips molding over yours and you think you might just ascend when he tugs on your bottom lip with his teeth, using the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. body on fire, you mewl against his lips, swirling your own tongue around his while he slowly but surely bucks his hips into yours.
no wards are spoken while your hands thread through his hair, pulling on it and letting out a sound of surprise into his mouth when his hand trails down to your ass and grips it harshly. he finally releases you from the searing kiss, but he doesnât let you catch your breath, instead spinning you around in his hold so that his front presses tightly into your back, hands slipping around your waist from behind. this feels like a dĂŠjĂ vu kind of moment because you are reminded of the time when you both were dancing in this exact position, except this time you were getting exactly what you wanted.
âyou know how bad i wanted this?â, his voice echoes your thoughts and breaks the silence, hands running up and down your front in a teasing manner. lifting your shirt up slightly, he trails his fingers over the exposed skin of your torso and the action makes you squirm in his hold a little, and much to your surprise, he groans lewdly against your ear. âfuck, iâve been thinking of this for so long. kissing you, having my hands all over youâŚâ
you get the sense heâs talking more to himself than you, but you revel in it nonetheless. his hand grips your jaw and squishes your cheeks together so your lips form a pout, forcing it to the side where he plants one, two, three kisses to your puckered mouth. his other hand slips further up your shirt where he brazenly cups your boob through your bra, fondling one of them while his tongue peeks out to flick at your bottom lip.
youâre putty in his arms, all gasps and squirms and whispered âhaechanâs. âwhat, baby?â, he mumbles into your cheek, the hand gripping your jaw letting go in order to slink down to your hip where it lingers for a moment. âwhat do you want?â
your lack of answer doesnât bode well with him, earning you a tight squeeze to your hip as a kind of warning. âneed you to touch meâ, you whisper out defeatedly, and you feel haechan laugh mockingly against your face.
âyeah? need me to touch you?â, he mimics your voice while tutting, letting his hand slip further down to where you needed him the most, but not letting you have it just yet. âthink you can be a good girl and keep quiet for me? we donât need everyone outside hearing what a little slut youâre being in here.â
everyone outside. the fact that you were just a room away from all your friends who were sat watching a fun little movie together had completely slipped your mind, but if you were being honest, you couldnât find it in you to give a shit. everything about your current disposition was so dirty. one hand under your shirt, the other about two seconds away from fingering you right in the middle of your friendsâ kitchen, while said friends were sat outside, unaware of the goings-on under their own roof.
though you didnât think actually getting caught in this position would be the most pleasant experience, the idea of it dampened your panties and caused you to whine out loud, tilting your head back against haechanâs shoulder. you receive an immediate hand clamped over your mouth in return, haechan tutting in your ear condescendingly. âlooks like the little slut canât follow a simple request.â
even though he reprimands you, his hands begin fumbling with the button of your jeans anyway, undoing it and pulling the zipper down. one hand comes up to wrap around your front and rests on your shoulder, holding you in place, and the other he sticks down your pants and cups your heat but makes no effort to move, chuckling when you try to move yourself against it. his crotch ruts against the swell of your ass and for you, any friction is better than no friction at the moment. with one hand gipping the arm around your shoulder, you slip the other behind you to palm at his hard cock over his pants, making him let out a sound of approval.
âplease, hyuckâ, you shake your face free of his hand and turn to look him in the eye, and he grips your throat and presses a chaste kiss to your lips.
he seems to accept your plea, finally moving his hand against you and you breathe a sigh of relief, lost in the feeling of his fingers rubbing circles on your clit over your wet underwear. heâs quick to slip his hand inside your panties, cold fingers pressed directly on to your bare pussy, spreading your wetness all over you. when he ultimately slips a finger into your tight, waiting core, you moan but itâs cut short when he slaps his hand over your mouth again. âkeep. quiet.â
if someone were to walk in, the two of you would be a sight to see. you writhing in his tight hold while his hand is stuffed in your pants, two fingers pistoning in and out of you at a fast pace as his forehead is pressed against the side of your face, releasing short breaths. you look positively fucked out, and youâre both in a state of complete bliss as you grind against each other in a timely rhythm.
âmy pretty girl. if i had known you wanted this too, i wouldâve just grabbed you and kissed you like i wanted, in front of everyone.â
his voice is honey-like and sultry, and his fingers are nothing short of heavenly. they pump in and out of you, and he still manages to use his thumb to toy with your clit in this position, leaving you breathless and on the edge. âcanât believe jaemin and renjun got to kiss you before me.â
youâre so wet that your cunt makes downright sinful noises as he fingers you and youâre hoping that it isnât really as loud as it seems. âyouâre so wet, angel. so this is what had you all jumpy todayâ, he laughs like heâs stating the obvious, and youâd have half the mind to feel shy if his ministrations didnât feel so fucking good right now.
youâre aware that youâre close and so is he because youâre clenching around his fingers, so he quickens his pace both inside you and against your clit. âyou gonna cum for me, baby? right here, in the middle of kitchen, while everyoneâs outside?â, he purrs against your face and you grip the part of his arm that isnât shoved in your pants, digging your nails into his skin in a way thatâs sure to leave a mark. his words make you feel dirty in the best way, not even knowing you could feel this turned on.
he peppers kisses along your jaw and neck, sucking here and there, and through the pale moonlight bleeding into the room from the window, the red blemishes that begin to bloom on your skin are visible to hyuck, and he seems pleased with his artwork. âthatâs it, sweetheart, let go for me.â
your moans are muffled against his palm when you finally come, the orgasm ripping through you so strongly that you go limp in his hands, legs almost buckling at the sensation. with the added boost of the weed you smoked earlier, your orgasm is immense, feeling it pulse through your body until itâs too much, whining and wriggling in haechanâs firm hold. he holds you still and helps you ride out your high, whispering utterances of âthatâs right, babyâ and âmy good girlâ into your ear while you throw your head back and try to regulate your breathing.
in a moment, his hand slips out of your pants, turning you back around so youâre now facing him, grinning down at you from ear to ear as if you both hadnât just defiled jaemin and jenoâs kitchen. âyou feeling okay?â, he mumbles, tucking your hair behind your ear with the hand that wasnât soaked, pressing a number of kisses all over your face as you nod and giggled, trying to evade his attack. he lets you go just to wash his hands, and itâs when he dries his wet hands on the material of his pants that you notice his raging boner, immediately feeling bad.
âwait hyuck, let meââ
as if heâs reading your mind once again, he shakes his head and takes both of your hands into his, wrapping them around his own waist while pulling you into him. âwe can save that for another time, prettyâ, he insists, his expression turning shy when he realises the implications behind his words. âthat is, i-if you want another time, of courseââ
itâs your turn to cut him off this time, but you do so by leaning up and connecting your lips again, bring a hand up to stroke his cheek. âof course i want another time, hyuck. i want this. i want you.â
your assurances do good to bring a smile to his pretty face, taking ahold of the hand on his cheek and pressing his lips to your skin gently, lovingly. âso, so, perfect.â
taking note of the prolonged amount of time the two of you had been gone, you skulk back into the living, but this time, hand in hand.
the scene youâre greeted with is a surprising one, because you find every single one of your friends to be sound asleep, much to your amusement and hyuckâs dismay. âso youâre telling me i couldâve been hearing you moan the whole time and none of these idiots would have even known?â, he is appalled, a hand coming up to rub at his face out of frustration. âi did all that for nothing?â
âi wouldnât say for nothingâ, you reveal, biting your lip and smiling up at the boy shyly. âi might have woken them up.â
âoh yeah, well now youâre going toâ, and with that, heâs dragging you back to the kitchen while you giggle, nearly tripping over your own feet before he all but scoops you up in his arms, muttering to himself about having left something in the kitchen that needed urgent fetching.
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