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pinkynana · 21 days

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dance with a ghost (18+)

dark content; please read the warnings

nct dream’s 00’line x y/n smut

word count: 4.3k

warnings: drunk!y/n, dom!jeno and sub!y/n, dubcon in the beginning with jeno (because y/n is drunk), noncon for all the other members, “ghost sex”, nonconsensual filming, manipulation, degradation (mention of the word “slut” among other things), masturbation, facial, mentions jaemin’s feet, unprotected sex, creampies, some anal play, crying, one quick mention of the word “vomit”. jeno is sweet until he’s not. jaemin, renjun and haechan are weird. y/n is socially anxious and easily confused. y/n has a vulva. she/her pronouns, “girlfriend” and “baby” are used.

this is pure fiction for entertainment purposes only.

it’s fine, you tell yourself. this party is fine and you’re okay and you’re glad your nerves didn’t get the best of you.

you were very anxious about meeting your boyfriend’s friends, especially in such an un-chill setting like this celebration, but jeno convinced you that it would be just fine, that he would take care of you if you were made uncomfortable by anyone or the unlikely occurrence you had too much to drink.

now you’re glad you trusted jeno’s judgement as you’re more involved in this house party than you had expected.

you were drinking with mark first. when he tapped out you went drinking with johnny. out of all of jeno’s friends he’s the most intimidating one, with his charming smile and dry humor, he makes you feel small. as jeno’s girlfriend you want to be able to hang, so you accept every cup he pushes towards you with a challenging raise of his eyebrow and now, more than a couple of shots later you feel positively buzzed - both from the liquor and the exhilaration anxiety evaporating to make room for the hopef thought of maybe being liked.

when johnny leaves to set up a game of beer pong, you feel a bit lonely left at your own devices - maybe it’s from the drinks, but you feel needy too.

you try to find your boyfriend as quickly as possible, to get his attention and maybe have him make out with you, just a little, just to scratch that itch.

you finally spot him in the kitchen, where a girl that seems slightly familiar is flirting with him - or at least that’s what you think from the way she’s talking with heavy lidded eyes. jeno is just smiling sweetly, almost seeming shy with how nice he tends to be, not giving in to her advances but letting her talk nontheless. you butt in, a little insecure about coming off as annoying to your boyfriend, but jeno nonchalantly grabs your ass and pulls you against his front while the girl keeps talking to him.

“miss me?” jeno mumbles against your neck softly, moving your hair to plant a wet kiss behind your ear. you nod rapidly, side-eyeing the girl. jeno pushes you closer into his crotch.

“do you need some alone time, baby?”

you nod again, letting him turn your head with his palm on your jaw to kiss you deeply, not hesitating to push his warm tongue into your waiting mouth.

the girl huffs and walks away, you hear some of the guys in the kitchen - more of the other members maybe - holler when jeno covering your ass with both of his palms and squeezing makes you jump up into his arms. you feel him half hard rubbing up against your stomach when he carries you away from the pumping bass and into a room upstairs where dumps you on the bed, you crumpling up in a slightly dizzy heap and pliantly letting him manhandle you with strong, intentional hands.

jeno wastes no time and wrestles you out your clothes until he’s aggressively tugging your panties down your legs. you giggle at his neediness. you like when this rougher side of jeno comes through, when he shows you that he wants you.

only the change in altitude from jeno’s arms to the soft mattress has made you realize how tipsy you actually are, but you enjoy it, leaning in to the fuzzy feeling and letting jeno take the reigns.

lazing on your back completely naked as you watch jeno pull his shirt over his head to reveal planes of his hard body, illuminated only by the ray of light pouring in from the slightly opened. he messes with his belt, then fixes you with stern eyes.

“turn around,” jeno says, voice low and thick with arousal.

you let out a noncommital groan. laying on your back and having jeno gently rock into you with his forehead pressed to yours until you fall asleep sounds nice right now. your head is slightly spinning and you’re not sure what any additional movement will do to your condition.

“quick,” jeno hisses. you like when he gets strict with you, but you feel a bit too sluggish to immediately react the way he wants you to.

jeno grabs you ankle and yanks you down to the edge of the bed, manhandling you onto your hands and knees.

you limply slouch forwards, resting your forehead on your folded hands and closing your eyes, listening to jeno shuffling and rustling as he’s fighting with his jeans.

the music is so loud still, it’s hard to miss with the door being slightly open, bass pulsing in time with the blood rushing to your ears. you wonder how likely it is that someone walking by in search of a bathroom might see you getting fucked by jeno, thinking about whether you’d die of shame or cum on the spot - but all thoughts go out the window when jeno lets a glob of spit fall onto your cunt, making you shiver in surprise.

“you came to me all needy and now you’re not even ready for my fat cock yet?” he huffs, disappointed at the lack of your usual dripping wetness. it’s definitely due to the lack of foreplay, but you still feel embarrassed by his words. you want jeno, you do, but it’s hard to not get lost in thought when you’re tipsy.

“sorry,” you mumble, voice shaking, spreading your legs wider for him like an apology.

jeno spits again, then moves in with two of his fingers, making you hiss when he spreads the cooling wetness around your entrance then pushing his digits inside of your hole with practiced ease. he’s hasty, eager to fuck you and you like the attention despite the slight burn. you’re getting wetter too, especially when jeno’s thumb starts rubbing your clit in time with the steady pumps inside of you.

jeno curls a third finger into your cunt and you moan fully at the welcomed stretch, moving back into the sensation, pleasure clouding your thoughts and leaving you impatient to be fucked and filled by your boyfriend.

“ready?” jeno grunts. you playfully sway your ass from side to side for him in response and that’s all he needs.

you feel the bed dip behind you as a heavy foot is placed next to your knee for leverage, then you feel the blunt tip of jeno’s heavy erection quickly breaching your wet cunt.

it stings but you’re okay with that. you always struggle taking jeno’s big cock at first - especially during quickies - but you know pleasure is just around the corner, even though jeno seems less focused on you than usual this time around.

jeno usually likes gripping your hips when he penetrates you, he’s strong enough to keep you in place, but gentle enough to rub soothing circles into your skin with his thumbs - but now his fingers are resting way higher, just below your ribcage, digging into you uncomfortably as you’re held still with too much force.

“a-ah,” you huff when a harsh thrust jostles you uncomfortably, deep strokes more overwhelming than pleasurable to you and leaving you pondering whether you should tell jeno to relax on you a bit.

fucking drunk always feels different though, you rationalize. sensations weirdly heightened and muted at the same time. but you just feel off this time around, the cock inside of you pushing forward with not a lot of finesse, bumping into your walls at a strange angle, then pulling back out almost entirely just to hastily ram forward again. he’s missing all of your favorite spots in favor of battering himself into the depths of your cunt, too far too quickly.

every thrust leaves you with a dull ache that makes whimper pathetically and the next time your feel the tip pushed deep inside of your walls you clench down around the intrusion involuntarily.

you hear a groan behind you, forced out from your cunt tensing up around his cock - but it sounds different from the ones you’re used to from your boyfriend, more nasal, more on edge. you freeze, tensing up even more when the feeling of wrongness suddenly gets almost unbearable, running down your spine like a shiver, while the the thrusts into you don’t cease, sharp hip bones steadily connecting with your backside with every determined push.

“jeno?” you whine, eyes still pressed shut and sweat prickling uncomfortably on your forehead.

“yes, baby,” jeno answers cheerfully.

you hesitate, disoriented. his voice sounds like it’s coming from your left side rather than from behind you like it should.

you slowly blink your eyes open to find that jeno’s sitting at the edge of the bed to your left side, still shirtless but with his jeans and boxers pulled up enough to cover his half hard cock.

he’s just watching you.

but you’re still getting railed.

you choke out a confused sound and jeno’s smile only gets brighter as he wiggles his fingers at you in a silly wave.

“j-jeno, what is this?” you splutter. the thrusts get stronger, more violent, firm hands pushing your face into the bed then pulling your body back to meet bruising hips.

“we’ve talked about inviting jaemin before, remember?” jeno says, sounding so calm and collected despite whatever it is that’s going on.

you do remember, vaguely. it was one time, just a fleeting memory, where jeno had pushed you deeper and deeper into a fuzzy headspace with his harsh words and teasing touches. “maybe i should let jaemin have his way with you, hm? i know he’d get real creative.” he had said it more like a threat, a cruel fantasy of a hypothetical punishment to rile both of you up in the moment to be forgotten - at least that’s how it was for you. it all ended with you crying, telling jeno you were a good girl and only his and jeno rewarding you with his warm load deep inside of your cunt.

how that could have lead to this, you’re not quite sure. there must have been a misunderstanding along the way that you haven’t quite figured out yet.

you make a displeased sound when the thrusts persevere and you can barely sort your thoughts.

“don’t you wanna be good for him too?” jeno asks. you shake your head no, trying to twist away with more vigor. you don’t appreciate jaemin’s iron grip around your middle or his fat cock inside your aching cunt. and you definitely don’t appreciate not being asked before being shared.

the thrusts stop when you struggle a bit more, but the cock - jaemin’s cock - stays buried deep inside of you.

“awww, you don’t wanna play with nana?” jaemin whines, mock offense in his voice.

you shake your head again. jaemin just laughs. jeno laughs too. you don’t say anything, waiting for them to knock it off, your tired body resting limply on the bed beneath jaemin’s hunched form. waiting until they stop laughing.

there’s a pause.

then there’s a shift behind you. you feel jaemin’s cock pull back a bit, but to your surprise he immediately pushes forward, burying himself to the hilt, with a groan.

“you don’t wanna play with nana?” jaemin repeats, voice even higher and whinier this time. “no,” you whisper, “no, i don’t.”

jaemin’s hips move back again, agonizingly slow, making you feel every inch of his cock that’s withdrawing from your pussy. “that’s too bad,” jaemin sighs. “because i want to play with you. and you’re going to let me.”

he pushes his cock forward again, grinding himself deeply into your cunt with yet another moan.

you stare at jeno, wide-eyed, waiting for him to say something. he just looks at you with his head tilted, still smiling softly. you don’t say anything, you’re not sure what you could say.

slowly jaemin continues to fuck you, but he’s quickly gaining speed. you’re squirming beneath him, unsure what to make of your emotions. objectively it feels good, but it feels wrong too. too much too quickly, with jaemin of all people.

it’s made worse by the fact that he is so strange about it. it’s not enough that his desperate groans and moans leave you with an uncomfortable mixture of arousal and repulsion, no jaemin has to make it worse by whooping exclamations like cynical “wahoo!”s whenever he changes his pace.

“do you have to be like that?” jeno asks with a snort after another ridiculous sound effect.

“what, i can’t be excited about you finally slutting your girlfriend out?” jaemin replies, sleazy satisfaction dripping from his voice.

jaemin shoves you forward on the bed, plants both of his feet on the mattress to hump into you from above, letting out more exaggerated moans that do nothing but make you feel disgusting about being used, sweat prickling at your back and tears gathering at your lash line.

you look over at jeno but he’s still just watching with his happy smile frozen in his face, eyes zeroing in on the spot where jaemin is forcing his cock in and out if your hole at a punishing speed.

jaemin crowds down onto you more, pressing one foot onto your face in a humiliating motion to fuck you deeper, painfully knocking into your cunt at this new, unforgiving angle. you decide you have had enough of his humiliation now, gathering your strength try to tense and writhe again, wanting to throw jaemin off you for good.

but jaemin only stills when he finishes inside of you, his cock twitching deep within your walls as he unloads rivulets of his cum with a groan. you haven’t even wrapped your head around it yet, when he hastily pulls back, eager fingers spreading you apart to watch his release drip out, sucking in air througuh his teeth.

“look at that,” he hums lowly. “i stuffed you to the brim. small pussy can’t even keep it all inside.”

you swat at jaemin hands weakly, ready to just go to sleep and file away this whole experience as a “drunken mistake”, maybe even ask jeno to never bring this night up to you and try to never think of it again.

you hear chatter in the hallway, passing by the door, then suddenly drawing even closer when haechan and renjun walk into the room. you freeze, mortified at them seeing you like this.

“we’re doing this now? why didn’t you guys call us?” haechan whines, only serving to confuse you even more.

there must have been a big misunderstanding here, there’s not other way. jeno - despite his tendencies to get rough in the bedroom - has been nothing but sweet and gentle with you in the relationship so far. he wouldn’t let his friends do this if he didn’t think you’d be okay with it. you don’t want to disappoint him.

“dude, you guys were gone doing whatever the fuck,” jaemin laughs.

“trying to get renjun laid,” haechan snorts. “it obviously didn’t work out though.”

you hear the muffled sound of renjun swatting at haechan’s arm.

“let him go next then,” jaemin says, the teasing lilt in his voice reappearing. “he must be desperate.”

renjun huffs, clearly annoyed, but waits for jaemin to manhandle you onti you back before he swiftly settles between your legs.

your hands rest against his clothed chest, weakly holding him at arm’s length. your head is spinning again, partly from the alcohol, partly from how quick everything seems to be happening tonight.

“honestly, i’ve been wanting to fuck you for so long,” renjun mumbles, voice jarringly soft and gentle while he wrestles his half-hard cock out of his jeans, pulling them just to his thighs to rub against your sticky cunt with his growing erection.

with a surprising force renjun hooks his arms under your knees, pushing you into the mattress flat on your back with you legs up in the air, hips tilted for deep penetration.

“you’re so pretty,” renjun hums, almost a distasteful comment for this depraved situation. his eyes look soft, but you feel his hard cock prodding at your entrance now, hot and unforgiving.

you catch the way haechan’s phone flashes in the corner of your eye as he films the moment renjun’s ramming cock into your pussy raw for the first time.

renjun gasps when your warm walls engulf him, hips stuttering forward as he shakily sheathes himself all the way inside until you feel his balls resting against your ass. he’s more desperate than you had expected him to be, eager to feel you in a way that almost makes you thankful for jeno and jaemin stretching you out beforehand.

renjun digs his fingers into your thighs and shakily tries to get inside of you even deeper still, grinding his hips in quick, aborted circles and moaning your name - a pretty melodic sound, that’s almost too intimate for this entire situation.

“injunnie,” haechan sing-songs. “don’t be such a pussy. fuck her properly.” he gestures to his phone, the light still tauntingly bright, like it’s obvious that renjun is expected to put on a performance.

renjun grits his teeth and puts his frustration over haechan’s teasing into his thrusts, building up an almost angry pace that has lewd sounds of his cock gliding in and out of your wetness echoing around the room.

you’re aware of the camera too, trying to hide your face, especially when your expression contorts with embarrassment and pleasure as the tip of renjun’s cock reaches that gummy spot deep within your walls that makes you gasp.

you hate the humiliation of being filmed throughout all of this but something about it only heightens the sensitivity of your cunt, rippling around renjun’s cock and dripping your arousal as well as jaemin’s cum down his balls and onto the sheets beneath you.

“you should make her cum at least,” jeno huffs, making you wonder whether he’s getting frustrated with just watching you get used by his friends without having his turn.

you lose your train of thought when haechan reaches his free hand between your and renjun’s bodies and applies pressure to your neglected clit with his clever fingers. you almost scream at the sudden stimulation. you hate how good it feels, but you don’t want haechan to stop.

it doesn’t take long until you cum hard, whimpering and writhing as renjun keeps fucking you through your high, moaning each time to seize up around him from the waves of your orgasm.

renjun doesn’t seem to far behind, the look in his eyes bordering on delirious when he wraps one hand around your throat and applies a bit of pressure, making you lose your breath as he pummels his hips against yours with exhilaration. he gets even louder when he cums, warm and deep inside of you while he presses his lips to your cheek and groans out disgustingly sweet praises.

it only takes a few seconds until renjun’s done draining his balls inside of you, shivering through through the aftershocks on top of your naked form. you wait until his body leaves yours to roll over to lay on your side, trying to catch your breath.

your peace is soon interrupted when the bed dips as haechan climbs up beside you, discarding his phone in favor of being the last one of the four to put his hands on you.

while you’re still laying on your side, haechan reaches down between your legs from behind you, spreads the lips of your cunt just to watch renjun’s cum trickle out.

“jeno, your girlfriend is a slut,” haechan announces. jeno just laughs. you’re not sure, but you think the sound almost sounds hollow now, maybe angry even - you’re not sure if jeno could be angry at you, but you’d do anything to keep him in a good mood now.

when you turn your head over your shoulder a bit you see jeno holding haechan’s phone with a solemn expression, zooming into your ruined cunt when haechan’s still dipping his fingers in and out of the sticky mess.

then your sight of your boyfriend gets obscured haechan shuffles his body closer to you.

haechan hugs you tightly from behind, too tight, it feels like his embrace could crush your ribcage.

he buries his face into your sweaty neck and inhales deeply.

“jeno’s so lucky to have a partner like you,” haechan empathically mumbles against your skin, making your flesh erupt in goosebumps where his warm breath fans over your sensitive neck uncomfortably. “i’m jealous. really, i’m so jealous. all the girls i’ve dated turned out to be stuck-up prudes.”

you kind of wish you were a stuck-up prude, someone so adamant about not having sex that you never would have enticed jeno to sneak off into this room with you. now that the sparks of your orgasm have worn off completely your cunt aches from the abuse, a dull throb between your legs that makes you squirm when haechan’s nimble fingers meanly tap your clit again.

“aww, is it too much for you?” haechan teases. “don’t worry, i’m not going to hurt you.”

there’s some uncomfortable shuffling as haechan wrestles his tight pants down to his ankles, then his presence returns closer than before, his naked legs pressing up against the backs of yours as he forces his big cock between your thighs, just brushing the entrance of your leaking cunt but not pushing inside of your abused hole. he humps you just like that, still holding you impossibly close, letting his hands wander to grope your tits and meanly pinch your nipples until you gasp for him.

“jeno hasn’t taught you any manners,” haechan laments, words losing all of their bite from the way he’s panting with the pleasure from rubbing himself off between your plush thighs. “you should be saying: ‘thank you for not hurting me’ when someone’s being this nice.”

“thank you,” you whisper, hoping to bring him along with your submission, to help him get off and end this strange game.

haechan moans, loud and obnoxious, clearly satisfied with your response. “good. now tell me where you want my cum.”

“not inside,” you cry. “anywhere, but not inside.”

haechan’s hips finally stutter, cockhead rubbing over your raw, sensitive clit one more time, then he pulls back finishes all over your pussy lips, fingers reaching down to hold your pussy open and let your hole get showered in streaks of his tacky release.

when haechan releases you from his clutches you immediately feel a new pair if hands on you.

it’s jeno - finally, jeno again - who sits you up, cradles you in his arms and kisses you softly, tounge gently exploring your mouth while you preen under his tender affection.

your hesitant to let yourself relax though: beneath his jeans your boyfriend’s rock hard, pushing up against your stomach firm and unyielding. you love jeno’s size, but you wince at the thought of taking him into your abused cunt now.

when he pulls away from your mouth, one of jeno’s hand cups your jaw, thumb tracing your bottom lip while his other hand slowly moves down your stomach, closer to your heat.

“d’you want to suck me off, baby? hm? i’m so hard because of you.”

you sluggishly shake your head no. you want to be good for jeno but… “if you fuck my throat now, i might vomit,” you whine, nauseous with just the thought of gagging on his massive length. “seriously.”

jeno frowns at your response, fingers firmly gliding through your sticky folds and making you squirm.

“but your pussy’s already ruined, hm? let me fuck you here then…” his fingers travel further until they brush against your asshole, slowly circling your rim. you’re almost too tired to protest. all of this was for him anyways, this night must have been his fantasy, you assume. you want jeno to feel good. you want to be good for jeno.

he slowly pushes the tip of his middle finger past your unstretched rim. the slide is made easy by the smear of cum that’s splashed from your cunt to your thighs and ass, but the digit burns going in, more than you’re willing to take.

“stop,” you whine, hating how much your voice shakes. “i can’t do it, jeno. please.”

jeno nods solemly, pulling his finger out just as slowly while watching your face twist up in relief.

without a word he suddenly curls his other hand into your hair, guiding you downwards until you kneel on the floor infront of him, trapped between his thighs and the edge of the bed digging into your back as you watch him pushing his pants to his thighs and pulling his straining cock from its confines.

he’s hard and heavy, bobbing in front of your blurry eyes in a angry shade of red, almost curling up against jeno’s stomach with his arousal. you’ve never seen your boyfriend this hard before, but now he’s turned on beyond belief by watching you being used by his friends.

jeno grips your hair at the back of your head and starts jerking off over you, gripping his erection too tight, maybe in a poor imitation of how the unstretched rim of your ass might feel to him, maybe just proof of his desperation to get off without any meaning.

jeno is groaning, muscles in his arm and neck straining as he works himself over your tilted face, precum beading at the tip of his length and dripping towards you.

you stick out your tongue for him, whining from the sting in your scalp that gets worse as jeno gets closer and closer to his release. his hips rut forward, forcing the tip of his wide cock through the tight ring of his fingers with each thrust.

“don’t move”, jeno grunts.

not even ten seconds later he’s cumming in your hair and on your face with a groan, long tacky spurts of seed that force you to flutter your eyes shut while you sit still and take it.

“and cut,” haechan yells. the harsh light from the camera finally cutting off while jaemin and renjun cheer and clap.

when jeno lets go of your hair you crumple up at his feet, entirely spent and aching all over.

“get a towel,” you hear jeno say.

your eyes remain closed. you don’t care who he’s talking to, you just know this signals the end of all of this.

it’s fine, you tell yourself. it is fine. you’re fine. it’s over now and jeno will take care of you. he always does.

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pinkynana · 21 days

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STEP-BRO SHOTARO HC’S

pairings: elder!steprbo!shotaro x younger!afab!reader

warnings: stepcest, some non-con, some dub-con, p in v, vaginal fingering, condoms are used!, use of nii-chan

nsfw under the cut!

stepbro!shotaro who showed up with your new dad. You hated it, every bit of it. Your parents separated, but that wasn’t necessarily why you were upset. You didn’t want a new dad, you didn’t want a new family!

stepbro!shotaro who’s determined to make you feel comfortable with him, by any means necessary.

stepbro!shotaro who introduces himself kindly, telling you “I’m gonna be your new nii-chan, so let’s be nice to each other, yeah?” You could hear the amusement in his voice. Your mother laughed and patted your shoulder, muttering a “you two will get along so well.”

stepbro!shotaro who’s always smiling. You noticed during the introductory dinner you both had together, parents on either side while you two were forced to sit together.

stepbro!shotaro who after your parents so graciously decided to go out alone, is assigned with taking care of you.

stepbro!shotaro who’s actually way nicer than you thought. You sit on his bed, the sheets soft and pillow like. You end up chatting with him, finding out he’s a dancer. And he’s amazing too, showing you some of his videos.

stepbro!shotaro who uses your insecurities and shyness to his advantage ): he knows ur insecure about having to tell people about your new ‘family’. He knows you’re naturally a shy girl. Why don’t you let your nii-chan help you?

stepbro!shotaro who gets close to you, quickly. He wants to know everything about you. Your parents are so happy. What a good, big, step brother he was being!

stepbro!shotaro who tells you that you’ll become even closer, his hands moving around your breasts, slipping under your sweatpants.

“Nii-chan, I said no..” you mutter, squirming slightly.

“Hm..?” He looks down at where his hand is, rubbing your clit. “I thought you said you wanted to be closer, sis. C’mon, let your nii-chan become closer with you, yeah?”

“But I said no..” you tried pleading, but your thoughts were quickly cut off when his fingers started going in and out of you. You never felt so euphoric.

Shotaro was so hard, he could feel himself twitching. Your cute moans begging him to stop, the words ‘nii-chan’ slipping out of your mouth. He couldn’t get enough.

stepbro!shotaro who wastes no time in using your sweet pussy for his pleasure. This is what big bros did, right?

stepbro!shotaro who fingers you, pressing you against the wall. Tall frame against yours, your moans being covered by his hand. He wishes he could let you moan out loud. Too bad your parents are right next door.

stepbro!shotaro who wants to do it raw so badly. It pains him every time he has to use the stupid cherry flavored condoms for you to let him fuck you.

stepbro!shotaro who makes you suck him off, in the nastiest places. your parents made you pick him up from dance practice since you’re learning to drive? you’re sucking him off in his practice room.

stepbro!shotaro who fucks you against the mirrors of the room. records it sometimes, too. breaking his innocent stepsister seemed to be his hobby.

stepbro!shotaro who hides his perversion to everyone else with his cheesy smile. no one has to know what he does with his step-sis, right?

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pinkynana · 21 days

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S t r a w b e r r y p r i n t e d

(nct dream x reader)

Tw warning: non-con, drugs uses, intoxication, humiliation, degradation, perv! Dreamies, angst ig. Minors dni

A/n: Y'all I wrote this when I was sleepy and tired af, didn't like how it went

Haechan, who sits next to you in class and becomes so casually friends with you that you never would have known he is a huge pervert, as are his friends who dared him to do so so they could all make crude remarks about you while he discreetly takes up skirt pictures of yours.

He would say as they jerked off together, "I told you she has the cutest cunt."

Haechan who buys you popsicles and candies watching you suck on them while he pretends to take your cute pictures. All while he is sending it in his group chat.

"y'all seeing this whore suck that popsicle like a dick?"

"Jaemin was right, he always has an eye for total sluts"

When you complain that you have no friends but him, Haechan offers to introduce you to his friends. You gladly agree because Haechan's friends are most likely as civil and fun as him.

You were surprised to be brought to a lavish mansion finding his friends smoking in, a cloud of smoke hung in the air, thick enough to almost be tangible. Their eyes, red nd glassy, seemed to pierce through you, each one a predator sizing up its prey. And then, you saw them. All incredibly handsome, impossibly so, their gazes fixed on you with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine. Feeling like a deer caught in headlights, you stumbled towards the couch, collapsing beside Haechan. A ripple of laughter followed.

"Wanna try, sweetheart?" Jaemin's voice, smooth as honey, offered his joint. You shook your head, feeling his intense gaze like a physical weight on your skin. Nervousness gnawed at you, making your fingers flutter like trapped butterflies.

"Chill, Jaem," Mark chuckled, casually dropping into the space beside you and draping an arm across your shoulder. "You're scaring the poor thing."

Ignoring his touch, you kept your eyes glued to your lap, desperately avoiding their scrutiny.

"You know Haechan never shuts up about you," Jeno drawled, winking at the boy beside you. Haechan reached out and placed a reassuring hand on your plush thigh smirking at you. "His words got us all hooked, sweetheart," Chenle, the one with the designer clothes, purred, his dark eyes gazing through you "We just had to meet the girl who stole his attention."

Haechan tried to persuade you by putting his joint forward and saying, "Just one puff, baby." Not wanting to be a joy-killer, you took a puff after noticing their anticipatory stares and discovered that it was addictive after just one. It was impossible not to take another drag. It seemed as if the time passed by so quickly as you sat on Mark's lap and caressed his chest in a completely high state, the boys laughed at your eagerness, and Jisung pulled out his phone to record you. Marks stares back at you puffing out smoke on your face before pulling you in for a sloppy kiss while fondling your ass under your skirt.

"Oh my fucking god!" Jeno laughed in disbelief after seeing your strawberry printed panties. "I mean it kinda turns me on..." Chenle joined in the laughter. You continued to make out with Mark without a care in world, completely out of your senses.

Everything felt like a dream: you being stripped naked and left in your strawberry printed panties in a doggy position, Jeno rapidly fingering your ass, Jaemin and Mark latching onto your tits, your hands occupied with Chenle and Haechan's cocks and Jisung filming you guys.

Darkness took your senses, yet a tiny thought flickered, why did you find pleasure in this mess, this dirt and shame? Were you really this - someone begging for humiliation? To be assaulted by these boys and haechan- haechan was someone you trusted. You felt sick, your whole being screaming against this awful scene. Maybe, you thought, this was always you, the hidden truth. Shame and wanting fought inside you, a messy, painful struggle. Even as you hated yourself, waves of pleasures flowed through you.

"fuck man... She is dripping" Mark let out a hoarse moan at the sight of your dripping cunt.

Hours passed, and you were passed out on the couch, hickeys covering your entire chest and neck, sore from every corner, handprints left on your thighs and throat. You were mumbling incoherent sentences, lost in the high. All the boys had collapsed, but Haechan was still lapping on your tits as if they were his last meal.

"This motherfucker has lost it..." Jaemin grumbled in a groggy state, lightly kicking Haechan, who chose to ignore him while the other boys laughed weakly.

"Can we keep her?" Jisung inquired timidly; for a brief moment, a wave of guilt washed over him, but he brushed it off knowing you clearly enjoyed it. You were begging for more, it doesn't matter if you weren't in your senses. Your body gave all the reactions they needed, right?

"We brought this whore here for a reason, of course we are gonna keep Ms.strawberries around for a while well if she wishes to..." Chenle replied narrowing his eyes.

"clearly..." Jeno let out a mocking laugh, as they nudged each other waiting for you to come into senses. A potent potion of exhilaration intoxicated their minds, blurring the lines between right and wrong. Guilt held no sway over them, nor did regret's sting pierce their hearts. You, with your dignity and vulnerability laid bare, were like a beacon to their darkness.

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Teach Me || P.JS

PAIRING ▸ Jisung x fem!reader

GENRES ▸ established relationship, smut, fluff

WARNINGS/CONTENT ▸ profanity, masturbation (m), lovey-dovey jisung, praise kink, petnames, unprotected sex (don't), cream pie, Jisung properly fucking reader for the first time but none are virgins, dom~ish jisung, fingering (f), oral (f), cum eating, overstimulation / multiple orgasms, reader gives jisung instructions on how to fuck her and for some reason- it turns jisung on even more (he's a strange fellow)

SUMMARY ▸ It's been about ten months since you and Jisung started dating, and not once has he fucked you properly. Yes, he's fucked you multiple times, but you're always on top riding him, or simply using him as you please, leaving him no room to fuck you how he wants to. Finally, he musters the courage to talk to you about it, and the outcome makes him wish he'd done it sooner.

WORD COUNT▸ 2k

A/N: This is part of the "Crush on You" & "7 Days" Jisung "series". Any of the stories can be read separately, but for more context, you should read the first two "parts" to better understand the reader and Jisung's dynamic. Make sure to like or reblog if you love it! My requests are open so don't be shy!

There's a fine line between fucking and fucking.

Jisung always got to fuck you, but never got to fuck you.

Since the beginning of your relationship, there has been a clear dynamic between the two of you. Jisung was bottom, and you were top. That's how things are, how they have been for the past ten months.

Sometimes Jisung wonders how it would be if things were different, imagining his hips fucking into your wet pussy, eyes teary as he watches you fall apart on his cock. Mouth sucking in his length until it couldn't go any farther, abusing your throat as he used you for his own pleasure.

God, it made him rock hard just thinking about it.

"Fuck," he whimpers, hand shifting lightly over his hard cock as he settles down on the bed, kicking his shoes off in a hurry. He wants you below him, mouth agape, brows furrowed, uncontrollable moans slipping past your lips as fucks into you deep.

He shouldn't do this knowing you're just a room over typing away on your computer, probably on an important work meeting or something like that, but he couldn't help it. He felt like an incaged animal, struggling to break free.

The only thing that could satisfy him was getting what he wanted.

Jisung teases the head of his cock, biting back a whimper at the sensitive feeling. His breathing is heavy as he grips his cock, hips automatically pistoning up to fuck into his fist, imagining how much better it would feel if he was fucking into you.

He imagines your sweet cries and moans, dick twitching as he thinks about you. Nobody has ever gotten him so worked up, it's almost as if you've casted a spell on him.

Jisung lets out a husky moan, fucking up into his fist frantically as he nears his climax. "Fuck," he moans, hips stilling as he releases into his hand, his free hand covering his mouth as he tries to hold back a loud whine.

Pathetic. He thinks to himself, completely ashamed he didn’t have the courage to tell you how he felt.

“Jisung baby, you in here?” A light knock emits from the wooden door and Jisung freezes like a deer in headlights, jumping across the room towards the bathroom as you slowly creak open the bedroom door.

Jisung sighs as he safety makes it to the bathroom, able to shut the door behind him softly before you notice. This was all so stupid.

He was stupid.

Turning on the sink, Jisung washes his cum off of his hand, shaking his head pitifully with a sigh as he does so.

The sudden opening of the bathroom door makes him jump with horror, wet hand covering his heart as he slumps over the sink, relived that it was only you.

“Baby im done with work,” you smile, opening your arms wide, in indication that you wanted to cuddle with your boyfriend.

He can’t help but smile back, a slight blush forming on his cheeks as he gives in to your warm embrace, head resting in the crook of your neck.

“Can we lay down?” Jisung speaks up for the first time today, following you as you flop down onto your shared bed without a word, waiting for Jisung to follow.

You looked so pretty laying there, eyes staring up at him innocently.

Stop being a pervert, he thinks to himself, flopping down beside you before wrapping his arms around your body

A hand runs through his hair as he breathes softly against your skin, the silence nearly deafening between the two of you.

“Jisung,” finally, you break the silence, “I know you were jerking off in here a couple minutes ago.”

You speak as if it’s not the most embarrassing thing in the world. Jisung’s eyes grow wide, mouth parting to speak but unable to as his face goes red. “How… how’d you…”

Shushing him with a finger, you cut him off. “Well you're pretty loud," you giggle, "Jisung what were you thinking about when you were jerking off? Me?” You straddle him in an instant, his hands grasping your hips with a whine.

Were you really going to make him admit to it? This was the most embarrassing moment of Jisung’s life.

Pushing your hips forward, Jisung moans out as you grind against him, “Answer me Jisung. Tell me what you were thinking about.”

“I-It was you…” Pink cheeks nearly go red as he admits it out loud, not able to look at you as he speaks.

You giggle, slightly shifting your hips against him again, “Naughty baby,” Jisung hums in agreement, nearly slipping into sub space before he even realizes it. “Now tell me what exactly was going on inside that head of yours.”

At this, he snaps out of his daze, eyes that once avoided you now looking straight back into yours. “Can I…” just say it Jisung, he thinks to himself, taking a deep breath before spluttering out a barely audible “Can I show you?”

He prays you don’t ask him to repeat himself, eyes closing in shame.

“Alright. Show me then.”

Not a thought goes through your mind as Jisung quickly flips the two of you over, his slender body now hovering over you. You admit, seeing Jisung on top of you was hot as fuck.

“I’m gonna show you now… is that okay?”

Even in times like this, Jisung still managed to be a complete cutie. “Of course baby, go ahead.”

Carefully, he kisses along your collarbones, hands pushing up the hem of your shirt up to your chest, exposing your bra.

“Take this off for me,” he mumbles, clearly talking about your bra. Already, Jisung was showing a different side of himself. He never asked you to take off your own clothes, doing it for you without you even having to ask.

He stops, head snapping up from where he was marking your collarbones to stare into your eyes. “I said to take it off, didn’t I?” His gaze is lustful and dark, an unreadable expression etched onto his face.

He never talks to you like this.

Raising an eyebrow, you sit up slightly, unclasping your bra as your breasts fall free in from of your boyfriend, his mouth immediately latching onto one of your nipples.

A surprised moan leaves your lips as he swirls his tongue around your sensitive bud, one of his hands dipping into the waistband of your shorts, rubbing along your panties.

“Shit,” you breathe out, gasping when he plays with your clit through the fabric. “Jisung…”

“Shhh… don’t talk. Good girls stay quiet.” His pupils were incredibly blown, cock rock hard in between his legs once again as he imagines the things that are about to take place.

He can tell you’re surprised, body still not fully comfortable with the idea of being a bottom. “Relax, I’ll treat you like a princess.”

He never calls you princess.

Your mouth opens to speak, but immediately shuts as one of his slender fingers forces it’s way inside of you, an embarrassing mix of a squeal and a moan slipping out. Jisung chuckles against your chest as you moan for him, inserting a second finger into the mix.

What’s gotten into him?

“I’m tired of holding back… I’ve wanted you like this for so long,” he admits, fucking his fingers into you faster as he stares directly into your half lidded eyes. “God the thought of having you like this turns me on so much, I couldn’t hold back any longer…” he rambles, seeming to get off on the sound of your moans.

“I’m close, please keep going,” Jisung pries your thighs open with his free hand as they start to tremble due to your impending orgasm.

Finally, your eyes shut tight with pleasure, brows furrowing as you tuck your lip between your teeth. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop-“ you repeat the words like a mantra until you hit your climax, back arching off the bed and legs threatening to close around your boyfriends hand.

“So good for me, I love seeing you under me like this.” Without giving you time to breathe, Jisung is quickly moving away from your breasts and down to your now sensitive pussy, quickly rolling your shorts off of your body to kitten lick your entrance, burying his face in your cunt as he slurps up all your cum.

Uncontrollable sounds spill from your mouth, motivating Jisung to continue his ministrations, only stopping when you harshly push his head away, a tired moan making its way out of you.

“Can I fuck you now? Please?” Doe eyes stare at you from in between your legs, your boyfriends hair slightly ruffled and out of place.

How could you ever say no?

A quick yes is all he needs to hear before disregarding his shirt and pants, including his boxers. Jisung is completely naked in front of you, he does a once over of your naked body below him, brain now realizing he’s never actually fucked you for real before.

It’s almost as if you can read his mind, your boyfriend slightly relaxing as you lace your fingers with his, holding his hand to comfort him.

“Don’t think too much baby, just put it in and I’ll help you from there.” Your voice is music to his ears, instantly sweeping away all his concerns. Following your instructions, he slowly pushes himself inside of you, groaning in unison with you.

“So good already,” you moan out, “Now just move your hips, I know you can do it.” You egg him on, Jisung’s jaw almost going slack as you fully take him in. He would never get used to how warm and wet you were, a low moan filling the air as he pulls back only to thrust back in, his moans picking up in frequency as he went on.

The pace was deep and slow, his cock hitting just the right place inside of you to make you go crazy. “Faster, faster right there-“ the sound of you urging him is what kept him motivated to make you cum.

He knew he wasn’t the best, but as long as he could make you cum on his cock, he would be happy tonight.

Jisung’s hips pick up pace, the sounds of skin slapping against each other now flowing through the air. You felt euphoric wrapped around him, Jisung nearly cumming just from a few quick thrusts.

The two of you moan in unison, the sounds only getting louder as you both near your orgasm. “You’re fucking me so good, just like that, right there-“ your sentence ends with a yelp as Jisung fucks you even harder, dick hitting your gspot over and over with each thrust.

“I’m gonna cum,” Jisung’s husky moans ring out as he releases inside of you, moans growing louder as you release with him, your pussy clenching around him impossibly tight.

Finally, he stills his hips, fast pants making his chest heave up and down as he collapses against you, face buried in your chest.

“Jisung… baby,” you breathe out, running your fingers through your boyfriends hair softly. “You did so good for your first time fucking me like that.”

He smiles against your chest, humming to acknowledge your statement. Sleep was already taking over his body, eyes struggling to stay open as you comb your fingers through his hair.

“Ji… pull out we need to get cleaned up.”

“Don’ wanna,” he groans, wrapping his arms around you to trap you in. “Hold me.”

“You’re so gross,” you smile, earning a small chuckle from the half-asleep man on top of you.

“Shhh no more talking,”

That’s the last thing you hear before falling asleep in his arms, your boyfriend whispering a sweet “I love you” before letting sleep take over his body as well.

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pinkynana · 27 days

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yes, sir

cw nsfw under cut, female reader, not explicit nsfw but it’s like foreplay idk, idk what to call it but he’s taking pics of reader naked lmao, reader is a brat, spanking, not choking but he does lowkey suffocate reader, inspired by opening to smoothie!!!, brief mention of vibrator towards the end idk it’s a punishment

you just look so pretty that jaemin can’t resist taking pictures on his camera.

you’re spread out on the bed in front of him, his body in between your legs as he carefully positions the camera. he moves your body the way he likes it, ignoring the way you preen for his attention; to touch you.

“maybe we should tie you up,” jaemin’s murmuring to himself, snapping the first pic. “you’d look gorgeous.”

“jaemin,” you whine, leg trying to trap him further up your body but he quickly pushes your leg away. “touch me, please.”

“saying please doesn’t stop you from being bratty,” he tuts, not meeting your eyes before he widens your legs and hunches over to take another picture.

feeling shy at the angle, you try closing your legs but he doesn’t relent, hold on your thigh tightening, “stop. moving.”

letting out a whine, you huff and stop moving. you can feel wetness dripping down on the bed underneath you, and jaemin says, “perfect.” before you can hear the sound of the shot being snapped.

“are you done, now?” you say impatiently, eyes narrowed at him.

jaemin smiles, placing the camera to the side carefully and leaning over you, “good girls are patient. good girls get what they want if they’re nice. have you been good?”

you stare up at him incredulously, “what do you expect when you’re touching me like that for hours but not actually touching me?”

“good girls are also thankful for whatever they get,” he hums, finger caressing your cheek lightly.

“i was getting nothing,” you roll your eyes, about ready to get up and finish yourself off in the shower. but jaemin pushes you back down, grabbing your cheeks with his thumb on one side and his others on the other, squishing them together.

“and now you’re not getting anything except for a punishment,” jaemin is, as usual, calm as he says, free hand trailing down to slide his fingers up your slit, collecting the juices. he brings his hand up to his mouth, licking them clean as he keeps eye contact with you. “understand?”

you mumble something and his brow raises, “what?”

you have to fight to keep the frustration out of your voice as again, he brings his fingers to your clit and lightly begins to circle, “okay.”

“not what i meant, baby,” jaemin chuckles without any humor. you don’t say anything. he tilts his head expectantly, and you still stay silent. in one quick motion, you’re flipped over on your stomach with your ass in the air. you inhale a sharp breath as the air hits your exposed holes.

“i’m giving you one last chance, brat.”

you swallow, biting back a smile. this was what you wanted in the first place.

the forceful palm of his hand on your ass almost sends you flying into the headboard, and you let out a sharp cry, clutching the sheets tightly. his hand grabs hold of your hair, pulling you back to look him in the eye, “what was that, again?”

you look up at him with a slightly opened mouth, before it curves into a smug smile, saying a bit breathlessly, “is that all you’ve got?”

“you really should think before you talk,” jaemin shoves your head into the pillow, restricting your air for a few moments. he lets you thrash around, keeping your face down despite you trying to grab onto him. he tugs you up by your hair, “gonna be a good girl, now?”

you look up at him carefully, holding yourself up by your forearms, “no, sir.”

jaemin stares back at you unnervingly, and it’s honestly making you a bit nervously at the look on his face. did you go to far? you watch him bend over slightly for something under the bed, bringing out a familiar object. you sit up a little, mouth opening immediately to apologize, but he shakes his head, stopping you from saying something.

he presses the button on the vibrator, your body tensing up and filling with regret when you heard the vibration sounds starting, “the only thing that should be coming out of your mouth right now is yes, sir.”

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pinkynana · 1 month

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i'm so sorry for bringing my personal problems here. it's just that this is the only platform he doesn't know about. i'm especially sorry abt it bcs I haven't been publishing anything

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pinkynana · 1 month

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in his words, "either deal with it or we end things here."

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pinkynana · 1 month

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guys, is going clubbing without your partner cheating?

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pinkynana · 1 month

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thinking of breaking up with my boyfriend. idk.

#i have no one to talk to abt this #i still love him tho #idk if it's for the best or for the worst #i might regret my choices

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pinkynana · 2 months

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mdni. nsfw 18+

pairing: idol!park jisung x makeup artist!reader

warnings: dubcon, power imbalance, manipulation, cockwarming, unprotected sex, creampie

“jisung… i don’t know if this is right… you’re my boss and…”

he had you situated on his lap, shorts and panties pushed to the side as your little pussy warmed his fat cock. he was in balls deep, your pussy dripping and drooling around the base of his cock and ruining his pants.

he shushed you with a deep kiss pressed to your lips. “shh.. baby, you want to help me, right?”

you nodded, pussy clenching around his hardened cock. you tried not to focus on the aching pleasure between your thighs as you touched up his makeup. but his thick cock twitching and throbbing inside you made that very difficult.

“well, you don’t want me to go out and perform with blue balls right?” he accented his words with a sharp thrust up into your cunt. you gasped and gripped his shoulders, almost dropping the makeup brushes in your hand. “i’m so hard right now. if i don’t bury my cock in pussy right now i think i might explode.”

“ji…” you whined. his cock was rubbing so deep inside you, you felt your mind and rationale slip away.

he started to slowly grind his hips against yours, his pelvis rubbing against your clit and making you moan out in pleasure. “let me do this, okay? just need to feel you for a bit before i can perform. i can only perform my best if you just let me feel you, baby.”

“ahhh… okay, ji… whatever you say…” your jaw slacked, eyes clenched in pleasure. he sucked on your neck, leaving blossoms of purple in his path. his hands gripped your hips tightly, preventing you from squirming around and escaping from his unforgiving cock.

he left your pussy dripping with hot cum and panties stuffed in his pocket when he performed on stage later that night.

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pinkynana · 3 months

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i gave my boyfriend a blowjob while his parents were home. and woahhh i didn't know how sexy it is for him to tell me to keep quiet

#pinky's stories

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pinkynana · 3 months

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thinking about messy sex with hyuck. you know he loves messy sex, loves making out with your pussy and leaving it even wetter and glistening as before he started. he loves sucking on your nipples, leaving them hard and glistening for him. he loves fucking you stupid, to the point where you're a moaning mess. babbling out any and everything that comes to mind if anything comes to mind. he loves when you're fucked too dumb and drooling onto his pillow while he fucks you from behind.

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pinkynana · 3 months

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❛1-800-SERVICE ME❜ ( z. chenle )

p. ceo!chenle x toplessmaid!reader w. 2.6k+

— 𖦹 warnings. small age gap ( reader is 23 and chenle is 26 ), fem!reader, oral ( m. receiving ), unprotected sex

— 𖦹 ( instead of giving chenle his normal maid cleaning services his assistant gives him a surprise for his birthday ) !

Chenle was a busy man —being the CEO of the top electronic company in Seoul, he didn’t have time to do things, like clean his condo himself, which is why he got his assistant and friend jaemin to schedule maids' services to come do it for him.

“Happy birthday boss man.” Jaemin met him at the elevator, his coffee in his hand. “How are you feeling this morning, the big 26.” He took the cup from the boy, taking a sip. “it’s a regular day for me, meetings, answering calls, meeting with investors.” He said as they walked through the office.

“Yeah, but now you’re a year older.” Jaemin followed behind him into the office. “So i’m closer to thirty, big whoop.” He sat in his chair. “Such a downer, anyways what are you doing later, for your birthday?”

“I’m going home jaemin, that’s all I want to do.” He said, it wasn’t that he didn’t like to party, but he was always so busy, and the only thing he wanted was to get off early and go home and rest. “I want to order some food, drink a cup a whiskey and then crash in my bed.”

“No fun.” Jaemin said, “You’re gonna die alone at this rate.” Chenle shrugged. “Jaemin go prepare for the meeting and leave me alone.” He spoke. “Just trying to help.” The boy said. “That is helping, go.”

“Fine, fine, i’m going.” He said making his way out the door, only to turn around. “What now?” Chenle sighed. “I just wanted to tell you that the maid service you like was closed down, so I chose a new one, they’ll be over later today.” He nodded looking at his computer. “Good, now go.”

Chenle finished his day early, most of his meetings were canceled or rescheduled — so why not get out of here. “Going home early boss?” jaemin asked. “Yup, i’ll see you tomorrow.” He said, jaemin yelled before he got on the elevator. “don’t forget, the maids' services will be there later on today!” Chenle didn’t notice the mischievous smirk that was evident on his assistant's face.

Chenle got home, sitting his briefcase down on the kitchen table — making his way into his bedroom to change his clothes, exchanging his black Prada suit, into some comfortable sweats and a white tee short.

He found a nice Chinese restaurant, picking up his phone, ordering his favorites, it would be an hour and a half wait but he was willing to wait, it would give him enough time to pour himself a drink and wind down some.

He set off the the kitchen, pouring himself his most favorite expensive whiskey in a glass with a huge ice cube, taking a sip, humming in delight — this was looking like his best birthday in a while, just peace and quiet.

His peace and quiet was soon disrupted by his buzzer going off. “That was fast.” He said, “I thought it would be an hour and a half wait.” He pressed the intercom button. “Hello?” He spoke through the microphone. “Oh hello.” A soft voice came through the intercom. “You can leave it there, someone will be down to pick it up.”

You were confused, “Are you not Zhong Chenle?” you were sure this was the address, had you gotten it wrong? “T-the maids services.” Chenle forgotten about that. “Oh yeah, i’m sorry about that.” He hit the button. “You may come up.”

This was a nice apartment, you’ve only been in this line of work for a few months, but most of your clients were rich so you’ve seen a lot of nice houses and apartments — but this was the nicest you’ve ever seen, this guy must’ve been really important.

You made your way to the apartment, sitting all your supplies down, knocking on the door. “Coming.” You heard his voice, then the door unlocking, swinging open revealing a tall guy, he was cute, dressed in the sinful, grey sweats, white tee shirt combo. “Hello.” He spoke.

“Oh h-hi.” You waved, “Mr.Zhong?” you asked, he smiled. “Call me chenle, come in.” You whispered his first name, picking up all your supplies, following him into the apartment. “You can start in here.” He pointed to the kitchen. “Okay.” You said, sitting the supplies down, reaching for your black trench coat, untyping the belt, revealing your baby pink lingerie.

“The bedroom isn’t that bad, i mean I only use it for sle- whoa!” His eyes widened as you reached for the back of your bra. You stopped, looking at him. “Would you prefer of I kept it on?” You questioned, but that was the furthest thing on his mind. “Why are you wearing that?”

You furrowed your eyebrows. “The email said that’s what you requested, is this not the shade of pink you like?”

“N-no it’s very pretty- I mean- never mind that, i’m talking about why are you wearing lingerie?” He said, trying not to look at you, fear of a law suit. “And why are you trying to take it off.”

“It’s just the bra.” You said, he couldn’t understand why you were so calm, he was freaking the fuck out, who did jaemin call. “Plus, it’s part of the services.” You explained. “Service?” He questioned. “Yes, the topless maid services— topless, maid sorta the whole thing.”

That cheeky fucking bastard, he was gonna kill jaemin tomorrow. “I’m sorry, this is all new to me, my soon to be ex assistant hired you, it’s my birthday today, and he has to be over the top.” You nodded. “It’s okay, we can cancel the services if you’d like.” You were sweet, you stared at him with wide innocent eyes, you’ve must’ve been new to this.

“No.” He said, “No it’s okay, just shocked me a bit, you can continue.” He spoke. “You sure sir, I would hate to ruin your birthday with such an inconvenience.” He ignored the way his cock twitched when you said sir. “Who am I to stop you from doing your job, you may continue.”

You nodded, “okay.” You said. “Would you like for me to keep the bra on?” he shrugged. “Whatever you feel comfortable with.” You hummed, his eyes widened as you reached behind, unlatching the hooks, letting your bra fall into your hands, your boobs perky the air from the condo had your nipples pebbling — fuck he was getting hard.

“May I start sir?” He coughed; he loved the way sir just fell from your lips. “Um sure.” He said, you began your job, starting with the kitchen like he told you, he watched from the other room, he gulped watching as you washed the dishes, you weren’t even doing it sexy, he was just being a pervert, wishing the water would spray on you, or a little bit of soap would get caught on your boobs — he felt like a virgin seeing a pair of tits for the first times.

You made your way into the living-room where he was sitting. “You need me to leave.” He still didn’t understand how this worked. “No, the whole point is for you to watch me.” You said, chuckling. “And you clean my house naked?” He said, you nodded. “Topless, not naked.” You corrected, he nodded. “Right topless, and you get paid a lot for it – i’m sorry i don’t mean to pry.”

“It depends – if you have a lot of clients, you get paid a lot of money, and your tips, if you’re asking if I get paid a lot personally.” You reached up dusting his fireplace, giving him a peak of your ass, he palmed himself, stopping when you turned around. “I am able to live way more comfortably than someone my age normally does sir.”

He was gonna burst if you kept calling him that. “A-and how old are you?” You smiled, you could tell you were effecting him. “I’m 23 sir.” You bent down, you heard him sigh.

“What about you sir, how old are you?” He coughed again. “Me? Oh, i’m 26.” He wasn’t that older than you, you hummed. “And what do you do?”

The sudden turn of questions stumped him, especially since it was hard not to stare at your boobs. “I-i’m the CEO of sm tech company.” So, he was a huge deal, that explained the nice house.”

You nodded, getting back to work. “That’s so cool, i’ve never worked with a CEO before.” He smiled, you were cute, had this freshness to you, it was quite the scene change from all the corporate girls he met. “I guess.” He spoke.

You eventually moved to the other rooms, cleaning and tidying up everything until you were done. “You did such a good job.” You smiled. “You did better than any maid i’ve had come here.” He spoke. “Are you saying that because i’m topless?” You were a tease. “Well, i’m mean that is a plus, but you’re also a good cleaner.” He spoke. “Good job.”

Fuck he was really turning you on, your tried to ignore the feeling in between your legs, trying to remain professional like normal, but you were only human, and you could literally see his thick cock stiff in his sweats, begging to fill your mouth. “How much do I owe you?” He asked. “Oh no, I was paid already.” He nodded. “Well then a tip.”

He reached for his wallet, pulling out 5 hundred dollar bills. “Here.” He handed it to you. “This is such a generous amount.” You said. “Well I said you did a good job.” He smiled. “Take it.” He said, pulling at your waist band, putting it inside snapping it, normally that was a breech of contract, and you should’ve called him out for it, but he was fucking hot, and you were horny, you couldn’t help but whimper.

“You liked that princess?” He smirked as you nodded. “Y-yes sir.” He could feel a groan bubbling in his throat. “Fuck princess, you keep calling me sir, it’s getting really hard for me.” He spoke, his voice low. “I’m sorry sir.” You smiled. “Oh, you’re a tease, princess I could do so many things to you.”

Fuck you wanted to drop to your knees so fast. “Sir you know there’s no touching in these services.” You teased. “Yeah, but I don’t see you stopping me, you must want me to touch you.” His hands crept up your waist, you sighed. “See princess, you want this just as much as I do.” He pulled your body flush against his, pulling you into a deep kiss, pulling away. “Fu-fuck my cock is so fucking hard right now.”

You guided him to the couch, pushing him down. “Let me help you.” You sunk to your knees, right in front of his cock, biting your lip, looking up at him. “It’s your birthday after all.” He nodded, you grabbed his waistband, he lifted his hips up allowing you to pull his sweats down to his ankles.

You freed his cock from his underwear, his thick cock springing up, hitting his abdomen. “You’re so big.” You grabbed the base, kissing his tip, he hissed. “So heavy.” He groaned as you sucked on his tip. “Fuck princess, take it into your mouth.”

You engulfed his cock, he moaned out, throwing his head back against the couch. It had been a while since he’d been giving a blowjob, and the the way you were sucking him, hollowing your cheeks, deepthroating him like your life depended on it — he was gonna blow his load.

You worked your magic on his, looking at him through your lashes. “Sh-shit princess of you keep sucking me like that, i’m gonna cum in your mouth.” You released his cock with a pop, stroking it. “That’s what I want.” You kept stroke. “Cum in my mouth sir.”

You took him back into your mouth, deepthroating him. “Fu-fuck, fuck.” He moaned. “Im gonna cum, gonna fucking cum down your throat, ngh fuck!” you felt his cum hit the back of your throat. “That’s it, take my cum down that pretty throat.”

You took him out your mouth, giving his tip a few kisses. “You taste so good.” He groaned; your panties were soaked through, desperate to feel his cock in your cunt.

“Wanna ride your cock.” You climbed into his lap, your pantie clad cunt, sitting directly on his cock. “Fu-fuck, gonna take my cock?” He brought his hand down to your ass, slapping it. “Fuck yes.” You moaned. “Wanna ride it so bad.”

“Fuck.” You were killing him, all he wanted for his birthday was to have a peaceful night in and a clean house — now he has all that and a pretty girl ready to ride his cock.

“Take your panties off, leave those pretty thigh garners on.” You stood up, pulling your panties down your legs, giving him a nice look at your ass. “Fuck, sit down.” You straddled his lap, hovering over his cock. “Mmh, fuck!” you moaned, sitting down on his cock. “Your cock is so big.”

You bounced up and down, his cock stretching you out. “Fuck princess, keep bouncing, fucking taking my dick like a good girl.” He moaned, you grabbed his shoulders to steady yourself, “S-sir.” You moaned, he slapped your ass. “Fu-fuck!” You screamed. “That sir word is gonna get you fucked dumb baby.” He growled. “I want it.”

He planted his feet, fucking up into your, your moans became high pitched, chenle’s neighbors probably heard you, but you didn’t care, not when you were about to reach your high. “S-sir.” You spoke. “Sir i’m gonna cum.” He grunted, grabbing your boobs. “Fuck me too, cum for me princess, cum all over my cock, so I can cum all over those perfect tits.”You screamed, thighs shaking as you coated his cock in your cum. “That’s it -fuck- cum all over my dick.”

“Fuck.” He cursed, he was about to cum, he could feel it. “Fuck get back on your knees, i’m about to blow my load.” You got up, sinking back down on your knees. “Stroke it for me.”

You took his cock into your hand, stroking it, he moaned out. “Fuck!” he groaned. “Fuck I’m cumming, I’m gonna cum.” He moaned, cum spurting from his cock, landing on your boobs and on your lower chin. “Sh-shit.” He breathed, watching his cum drip down your chest, coating your nipples. “So pretty.”

He scooped up some of his cum from your nipples, pressing it on your lips — you took his fingers into your mouth. “Fuck good girl.” You sucked his fingers cleaned.

You chuckled taking in everything that just happened. “I’ve never did that with a client before.” You said, chenle chuckled. “Guess i’m special.” You excused yourself to use his bathroom to clean up, putting your panties back on, and your bra, ready to leave. “Here.” He gave you an extra 200 dollars. “Think of it as a birthday present.” You said.

He nodded, “well then hand me your phone number, so can schedule another appointment.” You smiled, “You’re supposed to book me on the sight.” He rolled his eyes. “Stop being such a tease, i’ll book you on the stupid site, but your number is if I want a personal type of service.” Your smirked, writing down your number. “Here.”

You put your jacket back on, grabbing your cleaning supplies, he walked you to the door. “Happy birthday sir.” You said kissing his cheek, before walking away down the hall. “Shit.” He closed the door, sitting back down on the couch.

His phone rang, he answered it, jaemins voice rang through the phone. “So, did you enjoy it?” he rolled his eyes. “Next time, give me a heads up.” he said. “Did you like it?” He bit his lip. “I should fire you.” The boy laughed. “I see you had a good time; I hear the happiness in your voice, I won’t ask questions.” jaemin teased.

“I know you’ll be booking again though.”

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