#jaemin's 00 too that kinda makes up for it

[ncteez]

Drippin’ [Dream ‘00 line] 

“It's too late to run away, you started this game first.”

It was a joke, you swear. Sharing something like that with your group of horny man-friends was definitely a recipe for disaster. That one little tweet sets off a string of events that prevents you from pretending that you wouldn’t fuck your friends. Because you would, and they know it.  or the one where you’re considered a tease with the shit you share privately online, and they’re just about fed up with the way you act innocent and uninterested in what they’re packing.  ― this fic is based around this tweet.

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WORDCOUNT― 16.2k 

PAIRING― ‘00 line x afab reader

CONTENT― birthday sex, orgy (?), comedy, use of a camera

WARNING ― mild dub-con, jaemin kinda fruity, full bladder/squirting ―this fic is not entirely inclusive like my others because it’s written for someone specific. reader can be lifted up by the members, when she blushes it is visible to them but colors still aren’t used to describe it, she has huge tits too. don’t like it, don’t read it. 

NOTE―  this is my birthday gift to @neopuppy! I hope it scratches somewhere in your brain but I also hope this means you’re aware of how much I love and appreciate you!! I am happy to have met you and i just need you to know that you’re definitely stuck with me at this point ♡ so, happy birthday to jeno’s real life gf!!! he’s a lucky dude fr. ― not proof read tho lmao

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smut tags :: pussy eating, eager haechan, neglected renjun, confident jeno, (un)solicited dick pics, huge cock jeno and renjun, recording of sexual acts, masturbation, tongue fucking, dirty talk, finger fucking, overstimulation, tit fondling, actual fucking, (forced) full bladder, squirting, blowjob, handjob, unprotected sex, cum eating, cum stuffing, cum dump reader, bunch of horny guys + one competitive horny guy 

~

Scrolling on twitter is a normal part of your night especially when you’re bored. Your birthday is coming up and there’s not really anything planned. Aside from the spamming of messages from family and friends demanding to know what you want, or what you’d like to do, it feels like it’s just going to be a normal day rather than a celebration of your life.

No plans. You kind of just want to enjoy the day alone, relaxing, watching stupid videos, and maybe going for a coffee. 

Unknowing to you though, your future plan is slightly skewed when you run across a specific tweet. You share it as a joke, just like any other thing you’ve shared. Straight into the circle it goes, side eye emoji and all as if to imply something yet again, because you’re good at that apparently. Teasing, as Haechan would call it. 

To you, retweeting it with the side-eye emoji directly into the circle is normal and not asking for it to be considered by your friends. As much as you’d love to lie to yourself and believe that they’re down to earth, they’re really really not.

It’s not like you actively want to fuck your friends, but it’s also not like you wouldn’t. With all of the sexuality you all share online, it’s kind of difficult to not think about them inappropriately on some days. There was once a tweet that Jeno shared with absolutely no context involving some manga panel drawing of a man on a leash with his cute, unassuming girl standing in front of him. 

You hate to say that sometimes the images they share makes you think pretty hard. Learning their kinks, their sexual interests, and wondering if they’ve ever gotten to actually partake in them before. It’s a strange kind of feeling to think about your friends when these types of images pop up. The feeling is definitely arousal, but it’s kind of like a guilty arousal? 

After all, your friends may be constantly sharing their sex lives and blatantly liking all of the porn on twitter that they get off to, but it doesn’t mean they’d want to get you off. 

The funniest part about it is that you truly do view the circle tweets far differently compared to your group of friends. You, thinking they share stuff to show off, to be funny, or just to be a typical horny man. Then you have your friends and how they view it. 

Some of the tweets are intentionally for you to see, for you to get off to. Some are blatantly shared in the heat of the moment as one of them imagines you performing in the content. It’s a game to them really, to see which one will break you first. They love it for the most part, how you pretend you don’t notice. How you play dumb, even when they’re sharing images and videos of two people that could resemble you and said friend if you squint. It’s been this way for years. 

The entire friend group has spoken about you in their own group chat before. They’ve fantasized together about you through text and they’ve even discussed how there’s no way you don’t know what they’re doing. Time and time again you prove them wrong. So fucking aloof even when one of them blatantly makes a suggestion straight to your face. 

Jokes can only be funny for so long before it starts to be serious. 

To Jeno, it’s flooring to see you just a day after you liked one of his nastiest tweets, knowing you saw it, you probably watched the video too all while parading around like it didn’t get you wet or something. For Renjun, he finds it cute that you’re so different online. He almost feels lucky to be able to see that side of you. 

Haechan and Jaemin are the two in the group who will blatantly try to fluster you face to face. You both love and hate it, because sometimes you can’t tell if they’re being serious or not with you. The constant sarcastic and cocky smirks tend to make you lean more towards the fact that they must be joking. 

Either way, that tweet is nothing more than a funny joke to you. Since it was referring to a birthday it really is probably a crime to like, not share it. So, you did. 

Haechan was the first to read it, instantly screenshotting it and sending it in the secret group chat with a question mark. 

Haechan: ??

Haechan: she’s doing it again 

Jeno: she’s too dumb to actually follow through with it though

Jaemin: me first :)

Haechan: shut the fuck up jaemin

Renjun: it’s just a meme 

Haechan: a meme about eating her out for her birthday

Haechan: that she specifically shared to her circle

Haechan: with. the. eyeball. emoji. 

Jeno: he’s got a point. 

Renjun: well

Jaemin: it would be rude if she declined a birthday gift too y’know 

Haechan: do you guys think she would let us?

Renjun: um

Jeno: at some point she’s gonna have to learn that sharing all of this stuff with us is going to end in her getting fucked. 

Haechan: yeah, by me specifically

Jeno: you’d be lucky if she even thought of you when she shared that tweet

Haechan: It's gonna be so funny when you hear her moan my name, you gonna get mad?

Jeno: fuck around and find out.

Jaemin: really though

Jaemin: we should just go for it this time…….

Jaemin: bet she would love it

Renjun: lol…count me in too 

~

The last thing you expected to be waking up to on your birthday was a fucking birthday party. 

You wake to the sound of your front door opening, frantic footsteps, and then your bedroom door swinging open. Before you can even scream out of the assumption that it’s a fucking break in, Haechan is quite literally pouncing on you, shoving his face into the crook of your neck with muffled words of “wake up, baby.” 

You’re definitely awake. 

“How the fuck did you guys get into my house?!” You shout with a raspy, sleep filled voice, trying to focus on the four faces staring back at you and landing a glare at Renjun specifically, standing meekly at your bedroom door. 

He shoots an uncharacteristic smirk at you before raising his keys and dangling them at you. Of course you forgot that he had a key. He’s the only person outside of your family who has a key and it was strictly from when he helped you move in. You forgot to get it back from him all those years ago.

“Might want to change your locks.” Haechan laughs against your neck, lying his body weight against you. 

“What time is it?” You say, relieved now that your place isn’t being broken into, but still trying to shove Haechan off of you. 

He fights to stay in place, grabbing you in a bear hug, holding your arms down at your side, and not letting you go. 

“It’s noon.” Jeno calls out from the other side of your room in a nonchalant voice, letting his eyes search around before he opens one of your drawers. “What’s in here?”

You, again, try to shake Haechan from you as you go into panic mode. What kind of joke is this? Fucking room raiders? 

“Stop looking through my stuff!” You shout, glaring at Jeno, who definitely goes through your drawers now that he knows you have something to hide. 

“Haechan, hold her down,” Jeno laughs, opening another drawer, and then another, before coming to your bedside and looking at you. “What’s in this one?”

Actual panic now.

Before you can even get the words out, Jeno is opening the drawer and letting out a breathy chuckle. 

“Guys, look.” He laughs, glancing over at you before pulling one of the toys out. “You get off with this?” 

Jaemin comes over, looking into the drawer with two other toys that Jeno hasn’t yet pulled from their place. Renjun continues to watch, or stalk, really. 

“Did you wash them?” Jeno asks, waving the dildo in front of your face before bopping you on the nose with it. 

“Of course I fucking washed them!” You continue to glare, feeling Haechan squeeze you tighter to prevent you from moving. 

“Shame,” Haechan laughs at you, and then he very slowly lightens his grip on you. “Wanted to know what you smell like.” He says in a single breath, looking between you and the dildo, in deep thought. You stare at him before taking advantage of his loosening grip and rolling him off of you in one swift motion. 

You ignore the “oomf” sound Haechan makes when his head hits your headboard, and instantly rip the dildo from Jeno’s hands before throwing it back into the drawer and nearly slamming Jaemin’s fingers shut in it. 

“What the fuck are you guys doing?” You narrow your eyes as you look at each of them. You feel annoyed, and quite frankly, a little pissed because this is kind of crossing a line you didn’t even know you had. 

“It’s your birthday,” Renjun smiles, moving himself from the door and finally coming into your room. “You’re not seriously planning to just, like, stay home all day are you?”

“Yeah, actually. I am.” You grouch, rolling your eyes as you sit up and against your headboard with crossed arms. 

“That’s too bad, we’ve got a whole day planned for you.” Jeno says, seating himself next to you and softening his voice. “So get up and go get dressed.” 

If it weren’t for the fact that all four men are practically holding you hostage right now, you’d kick them out and enjoy your birthday as you planned it. Why is this year so fucking different? Why are they all over you like this? Poking fun at your toys, Haechan being weird and gross about it? 

As you get dressed, they make it incredibly obvious that there’s a shift in the air. You feel like prey, four pairs of eyes struggling to allow you to dress yourself without them in the room. You do eventually get them out though, so you can at least do as they say. 

When you open the door for them again, they’re all right there. Jeno, front and fucking center with his dopey smile that seems more menacing today than the usual, soft smile. 

You feel cornered in your own home, by the only people you trust, and you hate to say that it’s kind of getting to you in an uncomfortable way. It’s surprising to admit that you kind of like the uncomfortable feeling they’re giving to you right now.

The sheer amount of attention on you is overwhelming, and you wonder when they’ll let you in on this joke. 

~

The second you step into Jeno’s car, then tension dies down a little bit and the excitement rises. You haven’t done anything for your birthday in years so it’s kind of nice to think that your friends would plan something for you, and not being alone in your apartment with them solidified that they’re not about to eat you alive with a side of A1 steak sauce like you originally thought. 

As the drive starts and continues, you think about the dynamic between you and your friends. From how you met to how you became the group you are now. You realize that for the past few years, most interactions with them have felt more intense than they used to. Still, you’re a believer that women can be friends with men without the weird sexual tension ruining it. 

Until you keep thinking. Piling up all of the sexual jokes and implications they’ve made at you up until this morning.

One time, Jaemin took a photo with you, sent it in the group chat and said “she’s giving out blowjobs for $5 if anyone wants one.” and you’d be lying if you didn’t receive three cash app notifications of five dollars. 

Another time Jeno blatantly gave you a popsicle and told you to show him how deep you can take it in your mouth before laughing and shoving the popsicle deeper when you reached your limit. And god, don’t even get started on Haechan, that motherfucker has blatantly adjusted his length in front of you after staring at your chest for an entire conversation. 

Renjun is another story. The shy one who does a shit job at hiding that he absolutely has whore thoughts. You see it. That $5 donation for a blowjob didn’t go unnoticed, nor did his approval of you accidentally liking one of the porn videos deep in his retweets.

Still, you prefer to think that you wave off the jokes face to face despite how difficult it’s become to dodge said jokes. 

You turn to look at Jeno for a moment, noting his calm face as he drives, then you turn slightly to see the three in the back seat on their phones. Jeno’s phone is buzzing at lightning speed, and the boys in the back are typing miles per minute. 

You narrow your eyes. 

“What are you guys planning?” 

Jeno flashes a smile at you. 

“It’s a surprise, don’t try and ruin it for yourself.” He smiles wider at the implication that you really do always ruin this type of thing by pretending you don’t want it. That you don’t want him. 

You continue to glare at them, one at a time, and each of them just beams at you before you cross your arms and slump yourself back against the seat. 

“Better not be anything weird.” You grumble. 

“Define weird.” Jeno comments before moving his hand from the steering wheel and lying it against your leg. When you stiffen up against him, he rubs a gentle circle against the flesh of your thigh before continuing. “Relax, we already know you’re a freak.”

You whip your head around at the laughter, feeling flustered at how they’re not keeping the circle in the circle. Except, they are. It’s just being voiced now, and your leg is being caressed at the same damn time. 

“My favorite was when she shared that video of the girl getting her head pulled back by the hair, and dude spit in her face,” Jaemin says with a shrug, eyes still glued to his phone. “Went straight to the bookmarks.” 

You can feel the heat rise in your cheeks, and when you go to protest, Haechan jumps in. 

“What about the video where the girl took it in every hole? She even had a dildo because apparently she just wasn’t full enough.” He ticks his tongue when he says it, examining the way you shift in your seat. 

“Oh god, I remember that one. I didn’t think you’d be into that–” Renjun laughs, leaning forward between the front and passenger seat. “But you are into that, aren’t you?” He lowers his voice when he asks you.

You shift again, and note only slightly the way Jeno also shifts similar to the way you do at those words. 

“It’s just a video–” You try to defend, but Jeno speaks up and cuts you off.

“Did you get off to it?” He asks blatantly, turning the car onto a wide street and seemingly keeping his eyes on the road. 

There’s nothing but silence in the car and all four of them wait for your answer, but it never comes. 

“So you did.” Renjun chuckles, leaning himself back to the seat and unlocking his phone again. 

You’re kind of at a loss for words at this moment as you stare directly out of your window and try to avoid continuing the conversation. You hate the way your body is reacting to the way they’re talking to you. Of course you got off to the video. Of course you’re into that. It just looks bad when you’re sitting in a car full of men with cocks that seemingly want to talk about how much you’re into it. 

Implications. 

And god, the implication gets worse when you realize where Jeno has been driving this whole time. You can’t even protest either.

“Let’s get our girl some better toys to have fun with.” Jeno comments as he stops the car in the parking lot, turning to look at you and then at his friends as if this is the most normal birthday outing in the world. 

“Your girl?” You ask, side eyeing Jeno and then turning your entire body to look at the other three men in the car.

Suddenly, it feels like an intro to some porn video. Where the poor lonely woman is being eaten alive with eyes in a public space before it pans to her quite literally drowning in a bukakke scene. 

“Just for today, relax.” Jaemin smiles his stupid smile, shoving Haechan at the door of the car as if to force him to open it, and he does. “Besides, the toys you had seemed boring.” He laughs again, before sliding out of the car as well.

So, here you are now, walking into an adult store with four very attractive men, unsure as to why you’re even agreeing to let them bring you here. You don’t know what to do with yourself seeing as you’ve only ever bought toys online. 

 Jeno is the first to drag you away with him as the others disperse around the store. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel awkward, or like today isn’t entirely charged by sexual energy. Unfortunately, Jeno amplifies it with a casual voice and a slouched, relaxed posture as he snakes an arm around your waist and lifts your chin with his thumb so that you look directly at what he’s looking at. 

He barely lets you react to the way he’s being somewhat intimate with you, ushering any protest you could possibly have into a little insecure space in your brain. One that tells you that, based on how he’s acting, he would probably call you stupid if you said he was acting weird. 

Jeno knows damn well though, that he’s touching you right now more than he ever has. Brief hugs and brushes of the body are normal and expected, but this? This is intentionally not normal. He knows you’re picking up on the differences, and actively chooses to let you stew over it. He can see the confusion in your eyes and plays it off as if, yeah, this is normal and you’d make it weird if you decided to say it’s not. You’d be the one making it awkward, not him. 

“How do you feel about that?” He asks, eyes staring straight at an item hanging on the wall and pretending he doesn’t feel the way you let him touch you in the way a boyfriend should. 

“What? The vibrating panties?” You ask, looking at the item directly next to it. 

“Oh,” He chuckles at you, releasing your chin and pulling down the product with ease. “You’re looking at these?” He adds, keeping his other arm around your waist and pulling you right up against his side as he flips the box over and reads it. 

“Eight settings. Three pairs of panties are included–” He nods with a pleased face. “What are you looking at these for?”

You looked at them because it’s what you thought he was looking at too. 

“You gonna wear them to work? Staying wet all day in them?” He smiles, saying these words as if it’s not sexual at all. “I bet you’d wear them in front of me too. Wouldn’t even tell me how you’re getting off, would you?”

He loves the way you react when you’re flustered, looking away from him but not quite denying it or pulling from his grasp. 

“Dirty. I’ll buy them for you. ” He says, keeping hold of the box and reaching for the actual item he was originally looking at. “What about this?” 

You feel like your body is on fire with this one sided conversation. Honestly, your mind is still thinking about what would happen if you wore these panties to work. What would happen if you did wear them when hanging out with him? Surely he’d know, it’s not like you’re capable of hiding your pleasure. 

Still, you try to remain calm. Rubbing your legs together briefly, you stare at the way he tangles a leash in his fingers all while still holding the box with the vibrating panties. His hands are big, and his fingers are long. The material of the leash appears to be flimsy but the collar he grabs just next to it appears to be much stiffer. 

“A leash?” You ask, still not making eye contact but keeping your eyes on his hand and the way he holds all three items with ease.

“And a collar.” He adds, encouraging you to think about both items together, being used with him. 

“What am I supposed to do with that?” 

Jeno smirks, knowing damn well you know what he’s into. 

“You know exactly what you’re supposed to do with it.” He teases you, keeping hold of the toys and letting his eyes devour the way you buckle under every implication. He tunes in to the way your legs rub together, right here in front of him. God, you’re so cute with the way even the slightest implication seems to have you suffering. 

In your head, you do know what to do with these items for him, but the confirmation of Jeno’s words have reality hitting you like a bag of bricks. Is he really implying that these toys are to be used with him? 

And just as you try to mutter up a response, you can feel your arm being tugged at.

“Stop hogging her, dick.” Jaemin seethes through his teeth and narrowed eyes at Jeno, prying you away from him.

You look back at Jeno and his confident glare at you as you’re being pulled away. He seems slightly annoyed with Jaemin for taking you away just as the conversation was getting good but, overall proud of himself for making you think too hard. You practically see the confirmation in his hooded eyes when they trail down your body as you’re being pulled around the corner, up until he’s out of your view and you are forced to look at whatever the fuck Jaemin is trying to show you. 

“Look at this.” Jaemin says in a much sweeter voice to you, grabbing a box and presenting it to you. “There’s a sample thing too, hold on–” He continues, reaching up and grabbing the presumed sample that states “FINGERS ONLY.”

“Go on, try it.” He smiles, eyes staring straight at your hands. 

“You want me to test out a uh–”

“Pocket pussy.” He finishes for you, nodding his head and encouraging you to do it. 

Reluctantly you do, sliding your fingers into the silicone hole. Weirdly enough, you’ve always wondered what the inside of a pocket pussy felt like and well, it’s about what you expected. 

Jaemin’s intense eye contact on watching your fingers slide into that toy did not go unnoticed though. You can see the way they darken at the act in an instant. A once bright looking pervert now matching the word far too much to be comfortable doing this in front of him. If only you knew how he was imagining that this is how you touch yourself. Reluctantly at first and then sliding your fingers in deeper to feel everything it offers. 

“Well?” He asks, feeling his length twitch in his pants at the image. Wondering how much prettier your fingers would look glistening in the arousal that would spill out of you while doing this. “Do you think yours feels better?”

“Wha–” You go to ask, pulling your fingers from the sample and shoving it back into his hands. 

“You heard me,” He laughs as he drops the sample onto the floor and quickly picks it up before tossing it back onto the wrong shelf like an asshole. “Compare it. Give me something to work with here.” 

You dead-pan stare at him, processing the fact that he’s literally asking you what your pussy feels like.

“It’s, um–” You stop yourself again, not avoiding Jaemin’s eye contact this time as his smile fades into something a bit more serious. 

“Not as warm, right?” He asks, “not as wet?” 

Then he leans in to the point that you feel his breath below your ear, blowing gently as he continues his string of questions. 

“Not as tight–” He pulls back to look at you. “Hm?”

It’s insane how fast your little friend group seems to have switched on you. When you compare yesterday to today, the last thing you could imagine was Jaemin saying such a thing against your skin before pulling back, and looking at you with a face that seems to expect a genuine answer to his dirty questions. 

You’ve never felt so….shy before yet, into it entirely. You just don’t know how to process it all happening at once, with multiple people. Jeno, now Jaemin? 

You stare forward at him, cheeks warming up beyond belief as your fingers tingle from the recent silicone hole they fucked into. You think hard for a moment about all of the times you’ve plunged your fingers into yourself, comparing the feeling to the toy. You almost want to tell him that you’re definitely warmer, you’d definitely be wetter, and perhaps even tighter than that toy could ever offer him. 

And just as you were about to become the pick me girl of his dreams, an angel wearing a dick-head costume (Haechan), appears much like Jaemin did before. He prevents you from furthering the conversation, but he does little to nothing to help the warmth you’re feeling between your legs. 

“Stop being a freak,” Haechan stares at Jaemin, having heard the entire conversation and definitely liking where it was going, but also not wanting Jaemin to be the one to get you to break. “Come on, I have something a lot less weird to show you.”

Haechan drags you across the entire store before you can even protest, nearing the entrance. You almost want to get on your knees and thank him, assuming he’s walking you straight out the doors to safety before you realize he’s definitely not. 

“Lace or latex?” He asks, grabbing two skimpy outfits he presumably placed on the end of a rack for easy finding when he wanted to show you. 

“Lace.” You say without issue, still reeling from all of the other questions you’ve been asked within the past twenty minutes. Plus, clothing is much easier to discuss compared to things that fuck your friends, and things that fuck you. 

“Hm,” He stares down the lace outfit on the hanger, knowing for a fact that your tits would look fucking immaculate in it. Surely they’d be bulging out of the top, plush and bouncing with each movement. “If we got this for you, would you actually wear it?”

At this point, the feeling in your gut may or may not be matching the energy they’re giving you. There’s a hint of flirtiness coming to your mind now as you think of how to respond. You’ve flirted with them plenty, so it comes easy this time when you manage to actually answer him. 

“I guess,” You start, noting how his eyes light up. “I don’t see why not, because I do like lace.”

“Would you wear it for me though?” He corrects his question, proud of the way you look a bit confident now, not at all as flustered as you seemed when Jaemin had you back there finger fucking a sample toy.

“In front of you?” You ask, staring down the outfit and reaching out to feel the soft texture of the lace, trying to ignore the hefty price on the tag. 

“Yeah? I expect to be the one to take it off of you.” 

There goes your confidence. He’s so forward and you’re not sure if you can ever get used to such jarring comments toward you by the people you seem to be the closest to. They could talk to you like this all fucking day, and while you’d like it, your first instinct is to buckle, to hide. 

“So quiet now. Why? Because I want to see you in this?” He smirks, rubbing his fingers in circles against the lace before hardening his expression. 

“You can pretend that this isn’t happening all you want,” He narrows his eyes at you and the way you avoid his eye contact, taking a step forward and brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “But I think you’ve gotten your fair share of teasing me online. I think it’s time you finally give it up.” He finishes his train of thought with a frustrated whisper when you pull away from him slightly. 

It’s a lot of information to take in all at once. Jeno implying things, Jaemin asking about what’s between your legs, and now Haechan stating that he wants to see you in lace before sliding it off of you. It’s not entirely insane to be drawn in and then push yourself back. Really, it’s not. You can’t just let them in on the fact that you’re into it though. All of this, you’re so fucking into it.

“You thought I was teasing you?” You ask, finally making eye contact as you look him up and down, taking another step back. “Haechan, it’s just porn. None of it was because of you.”

He tics his tongue at your words, smirking and shaking his head. 

“You’re going to stand there and pretend like you don’t think about it?” He tilts his head knowingly before shaking the lace outfit in front of you. “If we leave here today with this, you’re going to wear it for me.” he continues with a cheeky voice, “and i’ll make you feel so good when I take it off of you.”

And for some reason, you find yourself turning away from him and walking away. You can hear him mutter something at you as you create a bigger distance, and can’t help the smile on your face. Your cheeks are tingling, your body is tingling and there’s a type of confirmation happening right now, that all of those thoughts you’ve had about them before aren’t entirely one sided. 

You find yourself in search of Renjun, the only normal motherfucker in this group. He hasn’t hunted you down within the aisles of toys, sex movies, or lube. He hasn’t pulled you away as if he’s a savior before forcing you to realize you fell into the grasp of another hunter. No, he’s normal. And he fills that role so well too, as you find him near the back of the store standing alone, looking at the most mundane and boring sex toys in the world. Dildos, just like what he saw being pulled out of your drawer this morning. 

“Do you think this one is a good size?” He asks you offhandedly as you stand next to him with a sigh of relief. Almost like he could sense it was you without even checking for himself.

“Yeah, it’s a little big but–” You go to say, comfortably and confidently because he’s not being a weirdo.

“Have you ever taken something this big before?” He looks at you, glancing down to your thighs before smiling. 

“Um, well-” You start, but he interrupts you again. 

“It’s the same size as mine, you know.” 

Anyway, fuck Renjun. 

He’s just like the rest of them, except apparently he doesn’t hunt. He prefers to be hunted himself, he prefers you come to him. A wolf in sheep's clothing, perhaps. 

The sexual innuendos and jokes are a bit overwhelming considering you’ve never been fucking attacked with them before. You really can’t lie to yourself though. As much as you pretend to be unnerved, you love the attention they’re giving you. Years worth of sexual things shared online seems to be making today feel like it was going to happen now or never. All of those stray thoughts you’ve had about each of them as you watched their shared porn and read their dirty words? They’re in the front of your mind right now.

Perhaps staying home all day today was a bad idea, because you find yourself genuinely enjoying the overwhelming tension in the air. You’re quite literally in a sex shop surrounded by friends who are implying they want sex from you. 

Even if it’s all just a prank-birthday thing. You know, like how friends get each other dildos and sex merchandise for a laugh. You can’t help but stare down the bulk of items all four of them begin to pile onto the counter. 

The vibrating panties, leashes, collars, lingerie, dildos, more vibrators, and lube. Not a single condom in sight, not a single pocket pussy either, implying that it can't be purchased because, well, you very well may be the pocket pussy. 

The price goes from fifty dollars to a sum of over six hundred, and none other than Jeno himself pulls out his wallet and slides his card into the machine. Signing his name on the device smoothly, almost prettily, before watching the cashier bag each item carefully and curiously.

You hate to say how attractive it is to see Jeno pay for things specifically meant to be used behind a locked door. He’s paid for your coffee plenty of times, but the act right now is seriously just so…..cocky? With the way his posture is perfect, his confidence is exuding when he presses the buttons, god. Is it the money or is it him doing this to your mind? 

You can’t make eye contact with the woman bagging your gifts, and for some reason find yourself reluctantly making that eye contact with Jeno instead. He gives you that droopy eyed smile, the one he usually gives on a normal, non-sex-fueled day to something endearing you said. Like he didn’t just drop hundreds on things to fuck yourself with, or wear while being fucked. He can tell you’re thanking him though, appreciating him. 

After leaving the store, four big bags being carried by four men, you realize that it’s really not a joke this time. There’s a clock in your head counting down to where Jeno will drive all of you to next. 

“Why’re you being so quiet?” Haechan pokes you from the back seat, pulling some of your hair and forcing your head back against the headrest. 

“What the fuck?” You ask in a panic, turning your entire body to look behind you at him. You can tell he can see the way that little tug had you release a hint of a moan before you started asking him the question so aggressively.  “I’m just enjoying the drive, what? I can’t have a moment of silence to myself?” 

You ignore the chuckle coming from Jeno, driving smoothly and keeping his eyes on the road. Then you glance at Jaemin, who is looking at you much the same way Haechan is. 

“Are you not enjoying yourself?” Renjun asks, leaning up to the center console again. “You’ve been acting kind of weird all day.”

“I’ve been acting weird?!” You huff. The audacity he has to say that you’re the one being weird. 

“You’re just trying to pretend that we don’t want to fuck you like always.” Haechan blurts out while rolling his eyes before Jaemin elbows him in the side. 

You stare at them wide eyed as Renjun slowly leans himself back defensively, as far into the seat as possible. 

“Relax, you act like you weren’t picking up on the hints,” Jeno glances at you as he pulls into another lot. “Secrets out now though.” He shrugs, searching for a parking space. 

“We weren’t even trying to make it a secret, damn.” Haechan rolls his eyes again. “She just likes to play dumb.”

“Or maybe she’s actually dumb.” Jaemin plays off of Haechan’s words.

“Were you guys not planning on letting me have any say in this?!” You ask, voice raised a bit from feeling incredibly flustered. 

“What, you don’t want to?” Jaemin asks, narrowing his eyes at you and trying to search for a hint of a lie when you answer.

“I–” You stop yourself. 

Any normal person would say no, right? Or would a normal person absolutely be down for this? Are you even a normal person? 

“Hm?” Jeno encourages you to finish what you were about to say as he parks and turns off the car. “You don’t want it?” He continues, glancing down and between his legs as if to imply he’s talking more about himself than the group. 

Your eyes follow his and you struggle to swallow around the lump in your throat, averting your eyes to the building that this parking lot belongs to. The fucking mall? 

“I don’t know what you guys are wanting me to say but, this is all a bit too much.” 

The three in the back nod happily at your half-assed rejection, messy hair waving with each nod, and then you look at Jeno as he responds. 

“With all things considered, we know you like it when things are ‘a bit too much’.” He says to you, shutting down any form of rejection you could possibly give. 

You stare at him as he unbuckles and opens the door to get out of the car. Your body is tingling just a little bit at his words. Goddamn that fucking tweet. Goddamn those fucking twitter circles. Goddamn you for having a bunch of horny burn out friends who suddenly feel the need to jump at the opportunity to fuck you that you would have given ages ago had they tried. 

“Always acting like you don’t want it, it’s kind of cute, you know?” Haechan says, pulling himself out of the car now. Jaemin continues his string of thoughts as he gets out of the car after him, “and fucking annoying.” 

There goes any ounce of self respect you could imagine having. Your brain is flooding with everything they said to you in the sex shop and, well, you’re well aware that it’s about to be a birthday to remember.

~

Walking through the mall with your friends should be normal, and it is. But the air is different now, knowing now a hint of the plans they seem to have for your birthday. If they hadn't said all of that in the car, surely you’d know now what the plan was. 

You’re sitting in front of Jeno with your drink, Renjun beside him, Jaemin beside you. Haechan ran off to the bathroom and was in there for a while. You’d make a joke, honestly, if it weren’t for the fact that your phone buzzes and the notification states it’s from him. 

Jaemin silently and curiously watches you open it from the side. 

Silence. Unnerving silence from the entire food court as you glance at your screen for a split second before slamming your phone face down on the table and refusing to look at any of them. 

You feel seen, and you know for a fact that Haechan is probably laughing his ass off in that fucking bathroom stall with the way you leave that image on read. 

“You’re blushing–” Jeno says, watching the way your eyes shift and you suck down your drink like there’s no tomorrow. “Why?” 

You pretend you don’t hear him before Jaemin laughs. 

“Haechan showed her his dick,” He smiles, leaning down onto the table and scooting close to you. “I think you liked it.”

“I barely saw it!” You defend in a tone louder than expected, continuously sipping your drink until it’s nearly empty. 

You can’t bear to make eye contact with any of them right now, not after seeing a raging cock like the one Haechan is sporting. He’s a menace, truly, and it’s not that you wouldn’t have wanted to see it or anything but like maybe sending it to you in such a public space was a dick move on his part.

Sensing the eyes of three men on you right now, judging to see what you really think of Haechan’s junk, you refuse to look up from the table. 

Jeno definitely takes advantage of your blind spots. Wanting so badly to see those cheeks blush the same way they’re doing for Haechan. If anything, for his own ego boost. He wants you to break for him, not for that slut Haechan who is obvious in his attempts to make you want him the most.

Your phone buzzes again. 

“Go on,” Jeno smiles. “Open it.” He encourages you, noting the way you still won’t look up at them. Loving how you’re somehow both entirely shameless and entirely cautious about this situation. 

You realize only now that these men are taking advantage of every single situation. 

Of course you didn’t notice Jeno skewing his phone down and under the table. How could you notice? You’re still trying to comprehend the fact that Haechan is in a bathroom right now raging hard and proud of it.

You don’t even know why you listen to him, opening the text from none other than Jeno himself and seeing a photo of his hand gripping himself. You can see the outline of his length and the way his fingers grip against the sheer size of it. Right fucking here, under this very table. You can see your shoes at the corner of the photo briefly as you stare at the photo a bit longer than you truly meant to. Kind of wishing he had just sent you a raw photo of it. 

Now he can fucking see you imagine what’s under these pants. The lump he’s gripping only offers so much to your imagination and it leaves you wanting more. He knows it’s doing something for you with the way you stare at it, eyes no longer darting over the screen of your phone but pointed at one specific place. 

Your eyes shift up to him on instinct now.

Buzz. 

You whip your head over to Renjun when you see his name pop up on your screen. He does not look at you nor your reaction to the text but is smirking devilishly just like the rest of them. 

You’re a little thankful that his photo must’ve been a picture he took on some other day. You feel relief that at least he’s maybe not entirely hard like Jeno and Haechan are right now. (He is.)

“You guys are pussies,” Jaemin comments, shaming his friends for simply sending photos when you’re right here, looking all shy and reserved as if you haven’t been rubbing your legs together all day. “Come here.” He says quickly and quietly, grabbing your hand as if it’s to warm it up before blatantly pressing it between his legs and flexing his length under your palm.

He’s hard. Like, incredibly hard and it takes everything in you not to grab it. 

Then you hear him chuckle, looking at you and the way you haven’t even removed your hand from him yet. 

“So shameless,” Jeno side-eyes, annoyed. “We’re in public, at least act like you’re not enjoying this right now.” 

You’re quick to retract your hand, feeling Jaemin’s hips shift up and against it until he can no longer chase the feeling of your fingers. 

There, you’re left feeling a mess. The worst part is that they’re not even alone in being turned on right now in the middle of a food court. You regret wearing these shorts, the arousal is easily seeping through your panties and offering a very, very, uncomfortable sensation against you. Each shift of your legs feels like a jolt of pleasure and also a raw and rashed feeling of the denim being too harsh against an extremely sensitive area on your body.

Many times over the years, you’ve thought of each of these men at least once or twice. With all that porn they share on twitter, it really really is hard not to. Never did you expect them all to act this way toward you while together though. It was always a one on one thing in your head, but now? You’ve seen Haechan and Renjun’s cocks, you’ve gotten an idea of how big Jeno’s is, and you’ve blatantly felt Jaemin’s. 

The body tingles are worse now. There’s a burning in your stomach, and it travels straight between your legs. The arousal is there, but a release isn’t. At least not yet. 

“I’m going to the bathroom.” You jump up. 

Not only is this bathroom break there for like, actual bathroom purposes seeing as how you’ve had a coffee, an entire bottle of water, and now that tasty tea that you just downed within the span of three seconds, but, also because you need to breathe. You need to gather your thoughts desperately, and maybe get a better look at those photos. 

“No,” Jeno laughs, standing up after you. “You’re just trying to avoid it.” He looms over you as he stands, looking down at you with a smirk. “You don’t need to use the bathroom.”

“No, I actually do need to. I just drank that entire tea in less than five minutes thanks to you guys.” 

“That’s too bad,” He says in a mocking tone. “We have places to be.” 

And you just look at him, seeing Haechan appear in your peripheral vision as he talks in an animated way with Jaemin and Renjun. 

~

Store after store, you can feel the atmosphere become heavier and heavier between you and your group of friends. They’re entirely shameless in how they’re interacting with you and at this point, you can barely remember how the dynamic used to be. 

There used to be flirting, but it was all based on a joke. At least that’s what you thought back then. Now, after seeing specific parts of them as they were sitting right in front of and next to you, save for Haechan, all of this flirting seems more like fucking foreplay. 

It feels like torture, watching Jeno spend and spend his money on anything you so much as glance at. Haechan’s hands constantly stay on you in some way. Jaemin? Fucking Jaemin, cornering you alone every chance he gets, whispering things, pressing his dick against your ass when he’s behind you, asking you to touch him again.

You feel like you’re going insane with the amount of nervous arousal shaking within you. Your body loves it, your mind loves it. Every suggestion bursts vividly in your head, to the point that you very nearly feel like all of this could be a dream. 

Then, the very not normal Renjun shocks you when he tries to lace his fingers in yours as you walk. You did find comfort with his warm hands in yours, despite having a photo of his hard cock sitting in a text message. It was kind of grounding, maybe? Reminding you that this isn’t a dream at all. All four of your friends are trying to fuck you. 

Renjun kept fiddling with your fingers as you walked which, arguably, is a bit detrimental seeing as how you’re just a group of five people wandering around a mall with a desperate need to like, fuck something.

Safe to say you’re the one who may have shocked him. Thinking too hard about the way his fingers move and play against you. You focus on his birthmark, the way it contrasts with his skin tone and appears to be more like a bruise than anything else. The way his veins pulse languidly when he squeezes your fingers in his, you wonder if he moves his hands the same way when he’s using them for pleasure.

Renjun looks down at your fingers intertwined through the silence, loving the way you allow him to do this. He knows it’s not forward like everyone else even if he’s chasing the same thing. He likes to study the way you react, testing his own methods and noting how he’s somehow got you not even watching where you’re walking because you’re too busy staring at his fingers laced with yours. 

“What’re you thinking about?” He whispers right up against you as you walk behind the others, shifting his eyes to check and see that they’re not paying attention to this little moment.  

When you look back up at him, your attraction burns in your eyes and he sees that shit instantly.

“About my fingers?” He smirks.

You look away and relax your hand in his, as if to remove it from his grasp, but he takes this opportunity to show you the strength he has in his hands alone, squeezing tighter. 

“You were imagining what they could do to you, weren’t you?” He says it so proudly, like he could possibly be the first of the four to get you to actually incriminate yourself in wanting him just as badly as he wants you. 

“And if I was?” You glare before glancing down again. “What then?” 

“We could slip away right now, into that bathroom over there and I could show you–” 

Bathroom. 

You still need to go to the bathroom, but the arousal of fucking everything right now is taking high priority when it comes to how your body feels. The burn is…interesting when you think about it. You feel heavy between your legs, entirely turned on, and honestly, if he hadn't said that word you likely would have continued to pretend you don’t need to go. 

“Speaking of,” You announce so that the three walking in front turn to listen. “Bathroom break?” 

Jeno doesn’t stop walking, shaking his head.

“No, this is the last stop and the bathroom is like, across the mall.” He offers a genuine excuse, causing you to huff and completely miss the way he smirks at the small win. 

“There was a bathroom just back there.” You protest, halting where you are before turning to look at the door.

“Employees only.” Jeno continues, now turning himself around and walking backwards. “What? Gonna throw a tantrum? Just hold it, stop whining.”

You huff again, looking at Renjun and rolling your eyes.

“Was that for me, or do you actually need to go?” He asks as you try to speed up and walk with Jaemin instead. 

“I actually need to go, but I guess I’ll just deal for now.” Another eye roll. 

Damn, rejected. Still, you admitted to possibly thinking about what his fingers could do for you, and that’s a win in his book.

~

There’s a specific type of effort in the way you pretend you don’t care for what’s going on. You know they don’t believe your act, and they know you know. It feels like a game, and at some point all games come to an end.

The car ride back to your apartment felt like hell. Your body is far more aroused with the need to be filled compared to the need to be emptied. Thoughts of going to the bathroom are so far out of your mind with the way the silence in the car feels heavy and sex fueled. 

Every sound feels like it’s implied to be sexual. Haechan stretched for a moment and every single head turned to him for the sound he made. On any other day, that’s just a stretch. Today though, that’s probably what he would sound like if he were plunging into you. 

Jeno’s hand remains on your leg in a somewhat possessive way. Rubbing his thumb in circles and moving that touch higher and higher as he drives. The warmth you feel under his fingertips are forcing images to bleed into your mind. You wonder if he wants to move them higher, if he wants to tuck his fingers under the fabric and feel around the skin that’s not shown. You wonder if these simple touches would feel just as warm caressing other places on your body. Slipping under your shirt or down your shorts. Running through your hair, holding your chin up to look at him– 

You’re thankful they can’t read minds. You’d blow your whole cover at this moment, as you finally let your mind truly think about what’s happened today, and what will likely happen soon. If you were in your right mind, you think you would be able to understand where all of this is coming from. It truly was sudden with the way they’re acting, but it’s a natural instinct for you to not care why it’s happening, and only care about the fact that it should happen.

There’s no telling what will take place when you get back into your apartment. You can picture it so clearly but then again, you also can’t. There’s so many things you can do with four men at the same time but, the issue is that you want to do all of the things.

“So, you want us all to eat you out.” Jaemin deadpans through the silence. What he says should be a question, but it comes out more like a statement. 

In all fairness, he’s so hard that being quiet right now? Waiting like he has been all day? It’s too much. He needs to talk about it.

Only now do you tear your eyes away from Jeno’s hand on your leg. 

“What?” You ask, searching your brain for any sober thought that would indicate you ever invited them to do such a thing with your own words.

“You said you want us to eat you out on your couch.” He dead pans, sucking in a breath and adjusting himself in the seat to offer his length optimal comfort. 

“No? I didn’t?” 

“Bullshit!” Haechan argues, already pulling up the receipts on his phone and leaning forward to put it directly in your line of sight. “Eyeball emoji and all.”

You stare at the tweet you shared with the implications it gave to your friends. Now, you’re in a car with said friends, on your birthday, after an entire day of sex fueled conversations and acts. 

It definitely was an implication at its finest but it’s not like you knew this would come out of it. This specific tweet seems to have been the final straw for them and you can’t help but feel fucking proud of it. 

“Technically, I didn’t say that.” You still try to keep the energy you’ve had all day, but Jeno’s hand offers you a squeeze against your thigh and instantly you’re turning your head to look at him. 

“But you do want it,” Jeno says, pulling into the lot of your apartment building. “And we’re going to give it to you.”

You stare at him much like you have tried to avoid all day. 

“But–” 

“Stop.” He warns, cutting you off from any argument you try to form. “You want it.” He repeats again, this time letting his eyes scan you for a moment.

He’s not wrong. If anything, you want it more now than you did three seconds ago based on that tone of voice alone. That cold, scolding, deep voice that would make you agree to anything he says anyway. 

You don’t even turn to look at the nods of approval as Jeno shuts you down. Instead, you wait for him to park.

~

First things first, bathroom. Except that’s not anyone else��s priority. You wouldn’t be able to go even if you started running for the door. 

Why? Because the way Jaemin closes in on you before the front door is even closed. Shamefully, his eagerness does manage to push that need for a release into the back of your mind for just a little longer. 

After a full day of fantasizing, wanting, and needing, Jaemin made damn sure he was the first. Kicking his shoes off and helping you to get yours off before blatantly ignoring his friends and swooping you up in his arms.

You briefly glance back at the others, offering a pleading look of “save me please” but, there is no saving to be had here. All three of them have a dark look in their eyes, leaving the bags of gifts bought for you right there at the door as they watch Jaemin give in to his fantasy first. 

That, he does. There is no room to protest, to play games, or pretend like you’d push him away. Because you won’t, and he fucking knows it. 

He carries you to the couch with such ease, tossing you down onto it and adjusting you before you can do it yourself. 

You can’t look away from him. For a moment it feels like this instance with him is entirely hidden. Like there aren't three other guys watching the way he pushes you back against the couch, falls to his knees, and spreads your legs with a strong grip. 

“Oh fuck,” He comments to himself, noting the way you smell from the day of their hard work on arousing you. He stares directly between your legs and loves the way your shorts have ridden up to the point it must have been uncomfortable. “Look at you.” 

You can’t bear to admit the blatant truth of what he’s seeing. These shorts have been dampened over and over again today. You’d be shocked if they were dry. You can imagine how pathetic you look right now too, pussy nearly on display already while still being fully covered.  

On instinct you shoot your arms up to cover your face as if to avoid this embarrassment. The confirmation of wanting this all day, just like them, is shameful. Even as Jaemin unbuttons your shorts and starts to tug at them, you can’t help the way you feel like you’re spiraling. 

You want this so badly, and now Jaemin has the dirty, messy, wet proof. 

“So shy,” You hear from behind you, now feeling another pair of hands pull your arms from your face and hold them at your side, as he dips down to your neck from behind the couch. “You tried to hide it but,” He continues, blowing softly at the spot at the dip of your neck. “You were squeezing those legs together all day wanting someone between them, weren’t you?” 

Goddamn Jeno for being a talker. Fuck Jeno for having these strong hands and holding you down for Jaemin to toy around between your legs. Curse that man for having such a sensual voice as he talks to you, dumbing you down to the point that all you can do is fucking agree with him. 

Jaemin listens intently to the way Jeno talks to you as he continues to bask in the scent. Your shorts are now crumpled to the floor and your blatant arousal was evident in all forms of the word. Your panties leave nothing to the imagination, soaked to the point of not being able to hold any more of that dripping heat. They rode up much like your shorts did, exposing both lips and folds to envelope the fabric tightly as if you were intending to gain some sort of friction from them throughout the day. He thinks that you were, quite literally, fucking yourself against these flimsy panties for the majority of the time you spent with them, pretending that they weren’t rubbing against your clit the entire time. 

He hums from between your legs, digging his fingers into the flesh of your thighs to spread your legs out more. Haechan comes over now, wanting to see what it is that has Jaemin entirely speechless and holy fuck, anyone would be. 

Your folds are glistening in wet, unsticking and settling around your tightly stretched panties in a different way now. Haechan makes no attempt to pretend it’s not a beautiful sight. 

He’s the first to moan at the image of how pathetically horny you got for them. All while trying to hide it, parading around all fucking day with your panties hugging that clit in a way you wished he was– for sure. Him. You want him the most, and he’s going to fucking give it to you. 

“Aww,” Haechan coos, his eyes scanning you entirely. “You really do want me to eat it, don’t you?” 

The heat that runs down your body at those words is more telling than the small sigh that forces itself out of your throat. Your entire body jerks at the feeling of goosebumps reacting to his words, and for some reason, you shoot your eyes to Renjun as if seeing him right now will calm your embarrassment. It doesn’t though. Renjun is looming near the entry of your living room, staring blankly at what’s been revealed with the heavy length in his pants twitching and making itself known to you. He appears to be waiting for your response.

You don’t respond. How could you? There are no words in your head right now. Not with all of the sensations you’re feeling, not with all of the eyes on you. You try to offer a nod, feeling pathetic, but your hips answer for him.

Haechan watches the way they buck up at his words and instantly he’s shoving Jaemin over with a confident chuckle, slotting himself between your legs alongside him. He shows no shame in the way he hooks his fingers under the panties, digging in deep just to get a hold of them. You can feel his knuckle bump your hole and you clench at the feeling. Then, as if he’s making a show of it, he groans as he stretches your panties out of your folds and away from your body. 

“Damn,” Haechan says nearly in unison with Jaemin, both entirely too eager to be in a shared space between your legs right now. They barely even acknowledge the other, but there is a silent form of encouragement between the two. 

Never did you think you’d find your eyes glued to the way Haechan slips the panties off of you, or the way Jaemin pockets them instantly. Like they’re working together, even if not on the same team.

You breathe in audibly at the air that hits you. It’s cold, sending a shiver down your entire body. Jeno feels those goosebumps under his hold on you, his cock twitching wildly in his pants at seeing how you’re just letting this happen.

“So, so, dirty,” He starts in a whisper against your neck, so silent that it almost feels like he doesn’t want the others to hear. “I knew you’d get off to this.” 

You release the smallest of groans and you can’t tell if it’s because he’s calling you out or if it’s because someone down there just slid their fingers up your slit. 

Holy fuck, whose fingers are down there doing this right now?

Haechan is beaming up at you, giving himself the title of public enemy number one because he definitely centered himself between your legs and shoved Jaemin out of the way entirely. He wants to be the first one to taste you, and he fucking means it. 

He shows no shame in how desperate he is, which kind of makes you feel a little better as you watch him and his head of messy hair nearly lose sight of the goal while he spreads your pussy apart repeatedly just to see you clench around nothing.

God, he adores seeing your body reacting to what he’s not yet giving. The way you clench, the way your legs tense with each slide of his fingers. He’s inspecting the damage of your untouched and utterly soaked pussy as if it was entirely his fault that you’re in this state. 

The other’s let him have this one though, because they know for a fact that when they get between those thighs, they’ll humble him with confident ease. 

Jaemin, specifically, believes this. Taking defeat in being shoved from between your legs and losing his chance at being the first to fuck his tongue into you. The image of Haechan doing his thing is enough to give him the confidence to do twice as well when it’s his turn anyway. 

He busies himself instead.

There, as Haechan slides his fingers up your slit before landing right on your clit and pressing harshly against it, Jaemin unlocks his phone and opens his camera without a single hint of hesitation. His other hand goes straight to his jeans, skewing them down to let his cock spring free. Then, he’s reaching for your soaked panties and simply…hanging them off the head of his length as he records the scene in front of him with an eager glint in his eye. 

“Mm, look–” Jeno says as he nudges your cheek, holding you down more now in case you make an attempt to lunge forward and knock that phone out of his hands. “You must look so good down there for him to wanna record you like this.”

You don’t even protest, because the clench of your pussy that’s being recorded in 4k would tell on you. Jaemin’s eyes are glued to the screen of his phone as Haechan continues to spread you open, exploring, feeling. Your eyes are tuned in to the only bare cock in the room now, seeing your panties shield the majority of it but loving the imagine of how tall his length stands, and then, finally–

“Oh? What was that?” Jeno perks up at the now, louder, sigh you release from your shamed lips. “Do you like what he’s doing?” He adds, trailing his eyes down to see exactly what caused you to make such a pretty sound.

You moan a confirmation, feeling a warm pair of lips wrap around your clit and suck harshly. The sounds of Haechan’s pleased hum at the taste only amplifies the touch beyond belief. Your entire body tingles at how insane all of this feels. Lips on you, Jeno’s voice in your ear, Jaemin recording it for later use, and Renjun slowly inviting himself to join? 

Your legs immediately try to close around Haechan’s head when he continues to assault your clit with small grazes of his teeth, and wouldn’t you know it, Renjun finally approaches. Taking the struggle of your legs as a fucking invitation. He holds your legs with a stronger grip than you ever imagined he could have, spreading them wide enough that your ass nearly lifts from the couch.

 The stretch of how wide he spreads them burns, and you try to look up at him in a pleading way but he's too busy pressing his surprisingly large cock against the side of your leg as he watches Haechan lick against you.

Haechan is appreciative of what Renjun offers to the scenario, feeling your pussy spread out across his lips and chin. It’s enticing when he doesn’t have to spread it open with his fingers, and it’s hard not to lick the entirety of it as he abandons your clit. Tongue slipping through each fold, licking flat right against your hole, then pressing in slightly before returning back to your clit and skewing his head to really get at it.

So, this is actually a thing that is happening. All four of your friends are entirely tuned into you and you’re being held down as if you’d run away. As if you’re not enjoying it. Goddamn, you are though. 

In a split second decision, you prove that by overpowering Jeno and his weaker hold against you now. Seeing as how he was entirely lost in watching the way your legs and stomach tense at whatever Haechan’s tongue was doing. You rip your arms from his grasp and instantly grab Haechan’s hair, holding his face down and against your clit. Rubbing his nose in it, bucking your hips up against the pressure of his lips and tongue, wildly chasing what his lazy tongue struggles to offer. 

There’s the desperate need to fuck all of your friends that you’ve been hiding, and it’s showing. 

Jeno chuckles, nodding against your neck, still not touching and waiting for you to just fucking moan louder. More than Haechan, just overpower his sounds so he doesn’t have to hear how fucking good you taste, or how good you smell, or how good your pussy must look down there. 

Still, you don’t give them everything they want. You stay reserved in the sounds you make in terms of reactions, even as you use Haechan’s face like a toy. Even as Jaemin audibly gasps at what you’re doing, even as Renjun releases one of your legs out of a desperate need to hold the other one against him so that he can feel some type of release. 

Haechan knows his friends are jealous of him at this moment though. He’s lucky to feel your fingers tugging against his hair, he’s blessed to have your clit bumping his lips. He can feel your pussy drip against his chin the more you ride his face, and goddamn he must be doing a good job at being used. 

That, he is. You only struggle more and more to not moan at the feeling of the way he just…lets you. If you knew he was always this submissive when it comes to eating pussy, you would have jumped on his tongue years ago. 

Jaemin continues his recording, trying to zoom in and out to get a good angle that doesn’t involve the boners of his own friends, eventually deciding that he simply doesn’t care if Renjun is in the frame fucking that monster he’s got in his jeans against your leg. You’re the center of the world right now, and he’s a part of this just like his friends. 

He tries not to focus on the image of Haechan gripping your couch for dear life either.

Slowly though, he begins to realize there’s a strange type of arousal in this room, one that isn’t entirely burning just for you. There’s something about seeing Haechan being used, seeing Jeno try to remain in control, whispering cocky little words into your ear, like he’s not pressing his cock against the back of that couch, seeing Renjun blatantly lose his composure against you when he’s never so much as hinted to the others that he was into this sort of thing.

Jaemin really feels like he’s going insane over the realization of how alluring this situation is, how alluring his friends are, how alluring he must be.  

The speed of which he tosses the panties from his cock and shoves Haechan out of his way is not to be discussed. He feels a fire behind his thoughts at this moment that surely, Haechan won’t mind. Surely, you’ll not feel that split second of abandonment that’ll take place in the time span it takes for him to replace Haechan’s lips.

He forces his phone into a dazed Haechan’s hands who lazily raises the camera up to see Jaemin take his place. The way you barely even take a breath, the way you don’t even react to the change of mouth against you– goddamn, Haechan may very well fall into obsession with you at this moment. 

Replacing him with Jaemin like he’s trash? Why does he love it? The way you grab Jaemin’s hair the same way you did to his own? Is that what he looked like when you did that? Spreading your legs and fucking against his face? Seeing it from a different angle, with a different person to Haechan, makes him believe you may be the sexiest woman he’s ever had the pleasure of licking.

And if you knew of the crisis happening below, perhaps you’d be able to focus on that more than the sound of Jeno’s deep sighs against your neck. Really, maybe you would have realized that the hair tangled in your fingers is now Jaemin’s. 

Your brain focuses solely on the way Jeno’s lips brush against your skin, the wet feeling of his tongue darting out every few minutes, whispering deep mutterings of the things he loves about what’s happening. Words like “I can hear how wet you are, is it for me or for them?” and “You want more, don’t you? I could bury myself so deep for you–”

It’s kind of crazy how Jeno’s words somehow feel more intense than Jaemin’s tongue on you. There’s something within his words that feel damning. Like he’s belittling his friends despite blatantly seeing how they pleasure you. Like there’s a promise sprinkled in that after all of this, he would be the one you’d think about the most. He would be the one to leave the lasting impression. 

Arguably, he already has. Spending his money on you without question, calling you out in a way that shows he knows exactly what game you’re playing. You think that if you let Jeno have at you, it may very well be a lasting impression on everyone, not just you. 

Still, you try to focus on Jaemin’s lips through Jeno’s muttering. 

You can feel the way he uses more tongue than Haechan and you know your hips are chasing his mouth right now. You can also feel the vibrations of his moans against you and while that is a heavenly feeling, Jeno’s small grunts penetrate straight through that pleasure and center itself once again. Briefly, you almost imagine it’s Jeno between your legs.

You’re moaning softly right next to him, hips chasing a feeling that he’s not even offering to you but god these sounds are for him. You’d never tell Jaemin that the moans aren’t directed at the beautiful work he’s giving to you though. Never. 

These moans are for Jeno to react to, to take in, to use as encouragement. And he eats it up, tensing himself against your couch and finally using his hands for something other than helping you hold Jaemin’s head in place. 

He runs them up, now moving his head to the other side of your neck and leaving small kisses there as he lifts your shirt up, up, up until it’s bunched up under your arms. There, he cups the flesh of your chest and uses his pointer finger on both hands to tease your already hardened nipples through the fabric of your bra. 

He’s thought about playing with your tits so often, now that he can do it? He’d be damned not to savor it while his friends are busy fucking themselves and being used by you. 

He teases, and teases, and fucking teases.

“Sensitive?” He whispers against you at the way you arch your back into his touch more than the way your hips fuck up. 

You nod mindlessly, throwing your head back against the couch. Then, finally, he pulls your bra up too. An uncomfortable fit against your collar bone but his warm hands overpower the feeling of fabric that you’d rather have removed completely. 

At first, he just holds them in his hands, feeling the weight of them, bouncing them, and then caressing them. 

“Could drive me insane with these.” He whispers against your neck in a pleased sigh, pinching one of your nipples before mindlessly playing with them. “I’d like to slide my dick between them and feel how fucking soft they are,” He continues, losing his train of thought as he stares down, imagining how the slide would feel. “Fuck, so pretty.”

At that moment, you think he might have lost composure. The sound of his voice indicates that he was really thinking about it. You can feel the couch budge at the way he tenses up against it, and that paired with his teeth biting against your neck, you feel like the most desired person in the room. Which is true. 

The more Jeno talks, the more you find yourself willing to give him just about anything he asks for. His big hands grope your chest in such a firm way, blatantly showing interest in the way he touches and plays with them. Every fleshy expanse of skin there is warmed up by his hands and it’s not strange at all to feel incredibly turned on by it.

Haechan audibly moans at seeing your tits jiggle in Jeno’s hands, probably ruining the video he’s recording but god damn. He knew they were huge but they’re pretty too and that’s just the ultimate combination when it comes to tits for him. 

Just as Haechan goes to make his mouth useful again against a different part of you, Renjun takes what he needs. Which is fair, Haechan thinks, knowing that he’s already gotten to taste you, the least he can do is let Renjun suck some titties. 

Jaemin, is still below enjoying himself and shockingly, Haechan is keeping to himself as he records, slipping his hand down his pants just to edge himself every few minutes as he watches the situation unfold. Almost in a daze at how insane it is that finally, you’re letting them see and touch you like this.

Feeling Renjun finally put his mouth on you though? Damn. Feeling three of the four touching you is a lot to take in but you still manage to do it. Jolts of pleasure are sent straight to where Jaemin continuously grinds his lips against your clit. Renjun shows no shame in inviting himself onto the couch next to you, swatting one of Jeno’s hands away and laying claim on one of your tits, immediately sucking against it and feeling himself spiral at the way you arch into it. 

Jeno can’t say he’s too pleased with that though, staring straight at the way everyone has had their lips on part of you, but all he’s gotten was your fucking neck? All he’s gotten was to hump up against this couch to satiate his needs, and feel your nipples? 

Renjun doesn’t notice the dark look on Jeno’s face, but Haechan sure does as he double takes at both the image on the phone screen and Jeno. 

He recognizes that look and knows for a fact that Renjun better open his eyes and pay attention, or–

“Jaemin, get her off or move–” Jeno says, halting his fingers on your nipple as he backs away from the couch and now comes around in full view.

You stare, feeling Renjun continuously suck against your nipple, sending ripples down to your belly. Jeno’s pants are much tighter than before, and you can see the outline of his cock much like when you saw the photo he sent you.

It looks even bigger than before and your mouth nearly waters for it. The eye contact he’s keeping with you doesn’t do anything to help the situation either because he loves the way you struggle to decide on if you want to meet his eye or stare at his length. 

There, he grabs himself, thrusting his hips playfully toward you with a quirk of his brow, as if to suggest you could have more than just his tongue if you ask. 

You take in the implied suggestion, releasing Jaemin’s hair and struggling not to shove him clear across the room just to see what Jeno has to offer to you. It’s honestly like no one else in the room exists when he stands between your legs, looming over you and not at all falling to his knees. 

You, Haechan, and Jaemin watch as he stands there, making a show of unbuttoning his pants to get his cock out. Renjun remains in his own little world though, sucking your nipple as if his life depends on it while shoving his pants down and shamelessly fucking into his fist. 

Then, Jeno makes his move. It’s not exactly unwanted but damn, he really fucking goes for it. Dropping his pants to the floor and gripping Renjun by the hair, pulling him away from you as well.

“You got what you wanted while I had to watch,” Jeno comments harshly at his friends, grabbing your legs and pulling you down to wrap them around his waist. “Now, you watch me.”

Instantly, your pussy is throbbing at the image of how huge he is. His cock lays easily against you, heavy and leaking as it twitches to be inside of something. He’s going to fuck you. Jeno is going to fuck the life out of you. This wasn’t at all in the plan, then again, was any of this in your plan for the day? 

Do you want Jeno to fuck you? Your eyes scan the room, all three men and a camera pointing their eyes at you. There seems to be a bit of a hopeful glint in each eye.

You nod weakly, watching Jeno take a good look at your pussy before smirking. 

“So wet for this, no wonder they were moaning more than you were,” Jeno smiles, staring down at your hole before licking the tips of his fingers and dipping them into you without so much as a warning. “Feels good to finally have something to fuck, right Birthday girl?”

You’re speechless, wincing at how deep he buries his fingers. Never realizing just how perfect they’d reach inside of you. He bumps areas inside that you desperately need with so much ease.

Oh, oh fucking no.

There’s that burn. The reminder of a different release, pressure building up at lightning speed as your wet walls squeeze his fingers. 

“How long have you wanted this?” Jeno comments at how tight you’re squeezing his fingers. “How long have you wanted me?” He continues, ignoring the other three in the room and paying no mind to them.

You can barely answer, your body reacting in all sorts of ways that it never has when it comes to a pair of fingers and dirty words. Perhaps it’s the sudden burn of needing to get to the bathroom, or perhaps it’s just Jeno. He leaves no room for any of that though, as he continues to chase what he wants. 

“You want me?” He asks, urging you to nod, leaning over you and gripping your cheeks with one hand to look directly into his eyes. 

His other hand pulls from your pussy and he coats his length in that wet that soaks his fingers. There, he tugs, leaking just like you are for it. 

You blink up at him, sparing a single glance at the others and hoping that they don’t protest when you ultimately nod your head innocently.

“Take it then.” He seethes the words through his teeth before instantly adjusting his length and sliding into you in one go. Bottoming out entirely and holding himself there. 

The sound you let out is embarrassing and slightly choked. The stretch of him inside of you makes you shake, your legs falling open from around him at the weakness in your muscles trying to adjust to the intrusion. 

His two fingers were not enough to prepare for how thick he is inside of you. Every twitch he offers hurts, every breath he takes feels like he’s already fucking you senseless and you genuinely couldn’t muster up a single word of “wait,” if you wanted to.

Because you don’t want him to wait. You like the searing pain of fullness both inside of your pussy and bladder. It’s overwhelming and almost blinding to feel so utterly out of control of your body. 

“Oh, my god.” Jaemin whispers out, experiencing first hand how huge Jeno’s cock is and the way he makes it fit into you. 

He can see how tight you are around him, knowing for a fact that if Jeno were to jerk his hips back, your pussy would resist it. He shifts his eyes to the other’s in the room, seeing how Haechan has blatantly abandoned his phone and propped it up on the table to get his pants off, probably because he wants to see if he can fuck you after Jeno.

Renjun is just fucking gone, already having a fair share of cum on his shirt and breathing hard as he stares directly at the point of entry in a dazed and hopeful way. 

Then there’s himself. Jaemin wants to fuck something so goddamn bad that he’s actually a little upset that he left that store without a pocket pussy. If Jeno gets to do what he wants, why the fuck can’t he?

So, he not so reluctantly finds him moving to his feet and over to you– avoiding eye contact with Jeno as he kicks his pants off followed by his shirt and lounges next to you on the couch. 

He’s reluctant to reach for you at first, but when Jeno relieves that pressure inside of you for a moment and slams back in, he finds himself immediately reaching for your hand and lying it directly against his cock simply because of the sound you make.

You can barely think straight through the stars of Jeno’s cock spreading you open so slowly like this. He barely pulls out before pushing back in when you feel Jaemin grab your hand. You do your best, honestly, with all things considered. Opting to simply hold his cock tightly so that he can at least fuck into it. And that he does, especially when he hears the continuous string of whimpered moans spilling from your lips.

Jeno really does pay no mind to Jaemin because the point is, he’s the one who has his cock in you. They can take what they can get but he’s going to take exactly what he wants. 

You’re incredibly tight around him, strangling his cock in such a beautiful way despite still dripping around it. The slide is harsh when he pulls back again. He looks down, watching the way your pussy grips him before pushing back in a bit harder this time. 

“God, fuck,” He groans, gripping your legs and now pushing you back and fully onto the couch. He crawls over you, somehow managing to plant his cock even deeper when he thrusts this time. “You can barely take it–”

The way he moans breathlessly makes you feel proud despite your body feeling as if it’s on fire. Not a single mouth on your clit has gotten you close to orgasm because of his words overshadowing it. Now, though? With his cock bumping repeatedly against the softest spot in your pussy? You’re fucking shaking. 

His moans do little to help the situation as you clench tightly, panicking slightly at the familiar feeling in your gut.  You shoot up, nearly knocking heads with Jeno and abandoning Jaemin’s pathetically needy cock all together when you continue to push Jeno away. 

He barely budges, forcing his cock in and out of you, smiling at your panic. This is what he was waiting for, he can see exactly what you’re trying to do. 

“Just take it,” He laughs slowly, picking up the pace of his hips and watching that panic in your eyes. “Let it go.” 

You can’t bring yourself to do it. That burning sensation in your bladder making itself far too known when his cock bumps that spot inside of you. You aggressively shake your head. 

“Come on, let it go.” He encourages, now snaking his hand down and rubbing your clit at such speed that really, it’s not intentional. 

Your body tenses and you let out that breath you’ve been holding through this. On instinct your body pushes, it shakes, and you let go. Jeno knew exactly what he was doing throughout the day too, so he’s fucking beaming when your pussy forces him out along with the gushing liquid of your long awaited release. 

“God, so messy.” He compliments you, trying to force his cock back into place to feel that release in its full intensity. “Let it go, drench me–” He continues to talk, losing his goddamn mind at how soaked he’s getting. Fucking so harshly past your clenching walls, burying himself as deep as he can go just to feel the way your pussy jerks him off in an attempt to push him out.

He rumbles out a pleased sound, side eyeing Jaemin and the way he sits there fisting his own cock at a speed that is likely very painful. He can’t bear to turn to see the other’s though, but hopefully they know now who is calling the shots here after this.

It goes on for so long that you can barely even open your eyes by the time your body stops releasing. You choose not to comment on what just happened, knowing full well that you’ve never squirted in your life and feeling embarrassed that Jeno fucked you for a total of four minutes to force that out of you.

The relief you feel inside of you right now is…interesting to say the least. Still, you choose not to focus on the fact that Jeno is fucking beaming at you, still fucking into you, and the wet sounds below are far more telling than any porn you’ve ever watched. 

The room falls into silence save for the slapping of Jeno taking you for all you’re worth and the sounds of palms hitting the base of their assigned cocks, and– oh?

“You’re just taking it–” He groans out, short of breath as he drives himself deeper, harder, and then suddenly emptying you completely.

“Renjun,” Jeno says, lazily pumping his cock as if he didn’t just go fucking feral on top of you, and then abandon you.

You’re shocked at how fucking fast Renjun jumps up though, following orders as if he was born to do it. 

No words are spoken after that, all Jeno does is nod his head to the space between your legs and immediately you feel Renjun’s hands gripping your thighs and his tongue lapping away at the mess. 

Your legs start to shake again, feeling sensitive to the point that your hips try and fight to get away from his relentless probes of the tongue. He won’t let you go, holding you down and letting his lips follow wherever your hips go. 

You can’t get away, all you can feel is Renjun’s mouth cleaning up every single drop of that embarrassing mess that Jeno created, and the desperate whines that are coming from your lips only drive Renjun to eat harder. Making out with your clit in the way he’s wanted to do all fucking day, stiffening his tongue and tasting the insides of you, fingernails digging into your flesh just to prove how badly he needed this. 

It all happens so fast, a second orgasm approaching at the speed of light when Jeno coos out at the both of you. You both look pathetic, and it’s exactly how it’s supposed to be. 

Renjun goes, and goes, and fucking goes until– you realize how close he is. 

So close that, despite already having gotten off once without so much as letting anyone know, he’s standing to his feet and instantly fisting his cock. The speed of which he does it allows your clit to swell even more at the image despite your orgasm trickling back down. 

You focus on his face and the way his brows knit together, his mouth falls open, and then– a breathy moan. You can feel it spill, dripping down your slit and onto the couch. You’re shocked he has so much to offer as you lay there shaking, watching him empty himself entirely onto you. 

And then, the fucking whiplash you feel when Jeno moves him out of the way and, quite literally, drags you onto the floor before spreading you out wide for ultimate use. 

As long as he gets his cock in you again, they can do whatever they want for their release. 

You’re so silent, never feeling more like prey than you do now when you feel Jeno tuck a cushion up under your ass and fuck Renjun’s cum right into you in one slow and languid thrust. It’s animalistic in the way this turned from them trying to pleasure you into now, them trying to pleasure themselves. 

You can barely comprehend the way Jeno forces you to take his size again. Your mouth is left hanging open and Haechan uses that as a damn invitation, pressing his length past your lips and bumping the back of your throat. He holds your head there, feeling your throat constrict around him and releasing a long awaited moan that he’s been needing since he originally got to taste you. 

Relief is what they’re getting right now, and for some reason, you don’t feel ashamed at all with the way you let them. You’re a fucking mess despite Renjun cleaning you up and then promptly dirtying you twice as much. You open your eyes through your gagging at Haechan. 

He pauses at that. Staring down at the way the tears start to run down your cheek, but you’re implying with your slow blinks that you feel good. 

“Fuck, it’s just like the video–” Haechan chokes out, fucking his hips into your mouth at a rapid speed, reminding himself of that video you shared with the girl needing to be filled in every form of the word.

And you know, Jaemin would totally take you up on that offer, forcing all of you to stop just so he can get under you and fuck into that same hole Jeno has claimed, but, well, listen.

He’s so fucking close. He’s been edging himself this entire time and he will be damned to spill anywhere near someone else’s cock. Why? Because he’s way too attracted to everyone right now and he’s a bit concerned about getting off to someone other than you right now.

Which, that’s a hurdle he can deal with when he gets to it. He, instead, takes this opportunity to go for your hand again. Obsessing over the way your weak fingers grip him in an instant, dragging up and down his length with the help of Jeno’s insistent and harsh thrusts. 

He watches the way you moan with stretched lips, the way your legs lift to wrap around Jeno’s waist to try and hold him in place and then– Oh? You gain your composure back and grip his cock like you’re hell bent on milking him dry.

He groans with a smile, sinking down on his knees next to you and letting you work him up just like you’re doing for the others. 

You’re going with your hands, with your mouth, and with that tight little pussy of yours apparently because everything else happens in a blur.

To Renjun, he takes it upon himself to grab that phone and be sure to capture every messy second of what happens. 

First one down is Haechan. Once again, he grips your head and holds your face flat against his abdomen when he releases deep into your throat. His hands shake as he struggles not to suffocate you like this. He could feel you swallow around each spurt of his cum, utterly spending him of all energy before he releases you and lazily throws himself back against your floor in a huff.

Then, Jaemin. Despite being in his head, promising himself that your hand was good enough for him to finish, he couldn’t resist the absence of a cock in your mouth at that point. He immediately replaces Haechan, being far more gentle with the way he fucks himself against your tongue. Didn’t take long at all to have his hips stutter. He was more particular about his release though, snapping his hips back when his orgasm approached and jerking himself off right there against your face. He intentionally misses your mouth, wanting to see it drip down your cheeks and chin and onto those tits that have been long abandoned by now.

Which is a shame because he really likes those.

Then, Jeno, pulling the power moves he always does. 

He waits, and he waits, changing his pace time and time again to prevent you both from releasing. He does this until you’re practically gone. Your eyes roll back, your mouth is slack, and he can tell you have no thoughts at all in your head when you start babbling. Finally, he rubs your clit.

There, he holds himself off as your orgasm sends you straight into another dimension. You tremble through it as your entire body falls limp and out of breath and only then does he pull out and release the most pornographic, deep, moan you’ve ever heard in your life.

The amount of cum he releases on you is fucking obscene. To be fair, you drenched him first but holy fuck does he lay claim to as much of you as he can. 

It spurts up to your tits, some lands on your belly, a majority of it spills directly onto your clit and thighs.

You can’t help it when your fingers move to trace some of it around even more, feeling entirely sticky both inside and out. You help him lay his claim on every other part of you, even going as far as smearing that cum on your clit and gently dipping it inside of you with the tips of your fingers.

Jeno, out of breath and fucking watching you do that takes in a pained breath.

“Don’t” He warns, amazed by you. “Don’t do shit like that.”

You tilt your head with a dazed smile, pushing your fingers in deeper as if to ask “why not?”

He shakes his head, a smile creeping up on his face.

“Always such a damn tease.” 

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a/n: there was a lot more i wanted to add to this, such as jeno getting his chance to eat and stuff, but i was writing too much so I hope you liked it anyway!

#nct smut #nct dream smut #jeno smut #jaemin smut #haechan smut #renjun smut

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⃘ ֹ ִ 𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐒 ★ ִ a series ꒱

in which I make a moodboard and write some calculated nonsense about my biases as taylor swift songs (my queen) !

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𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍 as ...call it what you want by taylor swift.

stray kids. skz. leader. producer. '97. aussie-korean. my ult / husband. christopher bahng. 3racha. vocalist. rapper. dancer. gnabnahc. don't touch his laptop aka the mother-load. swarovski knows what's up. peak husband material.

𝐕 as ...maroon by taylor swift.

bts. bangtansonyeondan. vocalist. '95. korean. daegu boy. celine's top model. kim taehyung. thv. yeontan's dad. his boxy-smile, ugh. he's served enough, send him home please. visual. actor.

𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐘𝐔 as ...dress by taylor swift.

seventeen. svt. rapper. vocalist. visual. hip-hop unit. kim mingyu. my favourite tall tan boy. vampire. '97. korean. mr bullied by his 12 brothers. his lisp dear lord. cute puppy with the body of a greek god. dior, bvlgari & cartier doing God's work out here. min9yu_k.

𝐉𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐎 as ...gorgeous taylor swift.

blackpink. bp. vocalist. visual. mother. '95. kim jisoo. actress. ceo of blissoo. jisoo turtle-rabbit kim. i am so in love with her goofy ass. sooyaaa__. flower. pretty sure she's a billionaire. korean. blackpink in ur area (except for mine). blackpink is indeed the revolution.

𝐘𝐄𝐉𝐈 as ...new romantics by taylor swift.

itzy. leader. main dancer. vocalist. rapper. '00. korean. hwang yeji. a literal lightfury. the cat is cating with this one. the eyes chico. a total loser girl but I love her for it. lucy hwang. my oppa. yezyizhere. ms english is about confidence. visual. midzy's protector fr.

𝐒𝐀𝐍 as ...lover by taylor swift.

ateez. vocalist. dancer. demon liner. '99. choi san. korean. mountain. my kitty cat. the fluff is fluffing. blonde brought me to my knees. stage presence. the de-twinkafacation is too real. shoulders for days. mr flirts too much his photocard that I don't have should be sleeping on the porch. deja vu eyebrows... ya just had to be there. kq give my boys their own insta accounts right now. totally kisses his band mate jung wooyoung.

𝐓𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐆 as ...delicate by taylor swift.

nct. nct 127. nct u og. super m. leader. lee taeyong. korean. rapper. dancer. '95. a parent of 26. korean. bless his hair. mr ty. my bubu. he is peak comfort. I just want to hug him forever and never let go. ai. he bleeds neo-green. taeoxo_nct. please don't send him away, he's already been serving since 2016. sticker's no.1 defender. visual. tik_tyong.

𝐓𝐄𝐍 as ...king of my heart by taylor swift.

nct. wayv. dancing king. vocalist. rapper. '95. a cat dad. a sassy king. chittaphon leechaiyapornkul. lee yongqin. gender-envy is real people. mr oh no your have to taste it. nct u og. thai and kinda chinese too I thinks. I wanna say multilingual king but according to bambam he can't even speak thai (his mother-tongue) well. a 10/10 fr. tenlee_1001. birthday was a cultural reset. visual. pretty sure he's in love with a guy named johnny suh from chicago.

𝐉𝐄𝐍𝐎 as ...mastermind by taylor swift.

nct. nct dream. dancer. rapper. '00. lee jeno. a samoyed doppelganger. so fluffy. leejen_o_423. hot sauce jeno is my roman empire. visual. korean. makes my heart so warm. kinda wanna put him in my pocket. he might be in love with some kid that goes by the name of na jaemin.

𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐀 as ...enchanted by taylor swift.

aespa. leader. rapper. main dancer. '00. real ? I think not. literally ai. my adorable stupid cheese cat. yoon jimin. korean. one of them laughing slappers. such a cutie pls just get in my pocket and let me protect your forever rina. katarinabluu. quite literally meows. a cat has never cat-ed like her before. run run run kitty kitty run run. visual.

𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐇𝐀 as ...dancing with our hands tied by taylor swift.

le sserafim. rapper. vocalist. dancer. ballerina. '03. zuha. japanese. literally lee hojung's sister because, huh. looks a little line jeon wonwoo too, but that just could be me. nakamura kazuha. my girlfriend (real). body goals fr, SLAY QUEEN. such a cutie patootie it makes me cry. the rizz is lowkey but so real. zuhazana. the swan song is literally her song. SOUNDS LIKE MONSTER BABY KING KONG, such a banger. visual.

𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐍 as ...wonderland by taylor swift.

txt. tomorrow x together. leader. vocalist. dancer. that dolphin song boy. '00. choi soobin. my favourite tall awkward and shy boy. he's just such a cutie pls. korean. I live in his dimples. I love that we collectively hate on math, my soulmate fr. you know you know soobin. page.soobin. so boyfriend dammit. visual. BRING BACK PURPLE HAIRED SOOBIN RN.

𝐉𝐀𝐘 as ...getaway car by taylor swift.

enhypen. enha. an all-rounder honestly. he plays guitar and that's hot. '02. blonde jay makes me spiral. korean but spent some time in america too. park jongseong. if angry bird, then why so gorgeous. he shouldn't be allowed to wear jeans because holy moly. he makes me giggle like a girl and I LOATHE IT because I'm supposed to be a feminist jason (his name isn't jason btw). I wanna kiss him. my boyfriend (REAL).

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐊 as ...paper rings by taylor swift.

p1harmony. piwon. p1h. rapper. dancer. such a cutie I can't take it. he likes almonds. hwang intak. intakie. intak-attack. taki taki rumba. '03. he's soooo... BEIDJEDKWNDKED. I can't think straight when I see the guy. I love him. korean. his music taste is bangin'. I can't handle short-haired intak lord haveth mercy. okay okay, but fr this time, he's my boyfriend.

❪ more might be added... ❫

#kpop #stray kids #skz #bts #bangtan sonyeondan #bangtan #blackpink #aespa #itzy #p1harmony #kpop imagines #seventeen #svt #enhypen #enha #txt #tomorrow x together #le sserafim #nct 127 #nct dream #nct #wayv #ateez

[daegall]

[00:01]

pairing: best friend!hyuck x reader

genre: fluff, bff2l!AU, new years!AU, college!AU

warnings: none (but lmk if there are any!!!!!)

word count: 1.2k

a/n: for @sungiesworld27, thank you so much for the idea!!!

HAPPY NEW YEARS MY LOVES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! im not ready for what this year has to bring to me, my blog, or school, and i definitely am not looking forward to it, but time can't just stop (as much as i wish it could) so, here's to 2023! hope that i can write more and everything will be great this year ^^

networks/taglist: @neoturtles @knet-bakery @kflixnet @nct-writers @k-radio + @soobin-chois @markhyuckselca @jaehunnyy <3

You're scared for the new year.

You're even more scared that you won't get to kiss anyone as the new year starts.

It might sound really fucking silly to other people, but it's a thing you have with your friends, where they would always laugh at your face for having nobody to kiss, for having to endure everyone kissing around you.

One person who also has that problem? Lee Donghyuck. Your best friend. It's always been you and Donghyuck whose had to deal with all your friends smooching and kissing around you while the two of you try not to watch awkwardly.

It always ends up just you looking at him, and him looking at you, because even if you wanted to look away from a couple kissing, there would be another one just right next to them.

The new year can kiss your ass.

And now here you stand, just 5 minutes away from the new year. Everyone's jumping, buzzing with excitement. You're surrounded by your closest friends, all with silly hats and new year sunglasses (it says 2015, but who cares?).

You take another swig at your sprite, as you feel a tug at your sweater sleeve. As you turn, you find Donghyuck, grinning at you with his boyishness charm. "Hey," You greet him with a laugh.

"Hey," He responds. He tugs you closer the moment you start to shiver slightly due to the chilly winter breeze. "you excited for the new year?"

You contemplate about it. Sure, there could be a lot of new opportunities and such, but are you really excited about it? "I don't think so," You shake your head. "kinda wanna go sleep."

Donghyuck chuckles at your response, and he digs his hands into his pocket. "Yeah, me too."

There's a silence after that, as you both bask in each other's presence. You don't need to talk, just having the comfort of one another is enough for the both of you to know that the new year will be okay, as long as you both have each other.

Donghyuck suddenly turns to you with a sly smile, one you recognize and associate with his mischievous thoughts. "Got anyone to kiss this year?"

You can't help but physically grimace at the question, your nose scrunching up as you bump your shoulder to his harshly. "It's not like you have anyone either! You have no right to make fun of me!"

"Okay, okay!" Donghyuck snickers, as you start to punch his arm lightly. "Seems like it makes the both of us."

Though you were just sulking a second before, you can't stop the smile that curls at your lips. There's a warmth that swirls in you, a comfort that you're not alone. Donghyuck is so quick to reassure you all the time, you wish you could show him how much gratitude you have for him.

He's not wrong, all your friends are kissing someone this year. Mark and Renjun are kissing their girlfriends, Jeno and Jaemin are kissing each other for fun (you're sure they just really want to kiss each other), and following them, is Chenle and Jisung, who agreed to kiss each other's cheeks for fun.

It really is just you and Donghyuck.

You don't mind it being just you and Donghyuck. Actually, for a few months now, you've been harboring feelings for your best friend. Now, you know it's dangerous, but you really can't help it. With his humor and charm, and that ridiculous gleaming smile he has, the way he cares for you so deeply, how he can remember every little thing about his friends, he's just so captivating that you can't help but fall for him more every day that passes.

Donghyuck falls for you everyday too. And it's crazy how you haven't noticed it the past few days, when he's been very openly flirty with you, taking more care of you than ever before, the urge to kiss you resurfaces every other day.

And Donghyuck's very sure that urge is gonna hit him today especially, stroke at midnight.

Time must really fly when you're together, because just in a moment, Mark is alerting the both of you how it's merely just 30 seconds until the new year.

"This is it," You breathe out, gluing yourself to Donghyuck's side. He doesn't mind, bringing you even closer. "Yeah, this is it."

Though you're infinitely scared of the new year, and though your heart beating like crazy, you still manage to smile, jumping with Chenle as you count down from 10.

10.

Donghyuck glances at you, admiring your grin and how your hand grips his hoodie sleeve.

9.

You glow with the firework lights of the city, shining so brightly. You seem to grow even brighter when you face him and grin even further.

8.

Donghyuck admires you as you laugh at how Chenle's already leaning into Jisung, puckering his lips out as Jisung can't help but squeal at the contact.

7.

Fuck, there it is. The urge has hit him.

6.

Lee Donghyuck wants you to turn around, he wants you to look at him, he wants to lean in and press his lips against yours smoothly, he wants to swoon you so much that maybe you'll like him back.

5.

It's too late to turn back, Donghyuck's fingers have softly wrapped around your wrist, tugging you back towards him.

4.

It's all too quick, one moment you're facing Jaemin, the next there's a pull at your arm. You feel shock fill your system as a warm sensation brushes by your chin.

3.

Donghyuck has one hand on your wrist, the other capturing your chin to turn your head to him. And when it's turned, you're so incredibly close. Your noses brush, breath fanning against your lips, as he breathes out. "Hey,"

2.

Your eyes flicker from Donghyuck's eyes, to his nose, to his lips, and he's so close, you could lean in half an inch and you'd be kissing him. "Hi—"

1.

It happens. Donghyuck's lips fit between yours, his hand now enveloping your jaw. He's stiff at first, barely just brushing his lips against yours, and you can sense his worry.

But it melts away the moment you sigh into his mouth, wrapping your fingers around his hoodie strings to pull him closer.

Now Donghyuck pours all his emotions into the kiss, your noses bumping as he tilts his head to the side. There's something about kissing Donghyuck now, on new years, with all the motion around you.

You don't want to pull away, you almost don't, if it weren't for your urge for oxygen.

When you pull away, the adrenaline gets the best of you, you think, because Donghyuck has never looked as good as he does right now.

There are laughs around you, cheering, but you couldn't care less about those, because Donghyuck still has his face incredibly close to yours, your noses still brushing against one another.

There's a million things you want to say to Donghyuck, ask him. Did he mean it? Did he feel bad for you? Shit, does he like you?

All you can muster up, however, is a breathy, "Wow,"

Your best friend giggles at your response, bumping his forehead against yours. "Wow?"

You sigh, and a smile finally finds its way to your lips, "Wow."

A grin creeps up your lips a moment later, as you tug Donghyuck back down by his hoodie strings once again. "I think I might be excited for the new year now,"

#daegall's timestamps! #lee donghyuck #lee donghyuck imagines #nct imagines #nct dream imagines #neoturtles #knet bakery #kflixnet #k-radio! #nct-writers #lee donghyuck scenarios #lee donghyuck fluff #lee donghyuck angst #lee donghyuck x reader #lee donghyuck drabbles #lee donghyuck blurbs #haechan #haechan imagines #nct #nct scenarios #nct fluff #nct angst #nct x reader #nct drabbles #nct blurbs #nct dream #nct dream fluff #nct dream x reader #nct 127 imagines

[jaembun]

i can’t get over you.

you’re not together, and you never check your inbox. he carries on anyway ！⠀⸻⠀lee donghyuck x gnr ⠀ angst (?) fwb au voicemail format ⠀ cw mentions of drinking & vomiting suggestive (ish) ⠀ wc 1.6k ⠀ now playing . . ☆

생각⠀writing a whole ex fwbs smau aint enough nooo i gotta write ts too 🤦‍♂️

⠀☆⠀00:12 AM

wow. that was—great. i had a good time, and i hope you did too. i think your phone’s dead, because you were all over chenle asking to borrow his, so maybe you’ll only hear this in the morning.  [he laughs]  i hope the hangover isn’t too awful tomorrow. my hip doesn’t hurt too bad from whacking it on that counter, in case you were wondering. i didn’t know you were gonna lift me like that, that was crazy! mark gave me a weird look when i came back to the others, but he always looks like that after a few shots—like he’s just sucked on a lemon. anyway, goodnight. get back to me soon, yeah? maybe we could do that again—it doesn’t have to be serious, no labels or anything. just a bit of fun between friends.

⠀☆⠀11:35 PM

[whispering]  my phone’s the one nearly dead this time. eight percent, so i gotta make it quick. tonight was.. really nice. thanks again. the takeout was really cool of you too, and i’ll pay you back when i get in. i’m talking so quiet ‘cause im in an uber, and i think i just saw the driver giving me a dirty look through the mirror. he has his own playlist on—i mean, unless there’s a new radio station called ‘on the grind’ with two fire emojis and, like, the one of the arm flexing? it’s all been pretty bad stuff so far, but there was this one song, and—it kinda reminded me of you, a bit.  [a pause, before he brushes over it]  i tried to shazam it because i’d look weird leaning over the console to see what it was called, but it was over by then. bummer! we’re coming up on my street now, though, and i’m on three percent now, so i’ll go. see you soon?

⠀☆⠀09:47 PM

injunnie asked me about that mark you left. i made up something about my kitchen cabinet door, but i know he didn’t really believe me. he had that look in his eye, you know? that one where it feels like he sees right through you. anyway.. maybe we should keep them somewhere less noticeable next time? we’re not—you know.

i’m going out with mark and chenle tonight. they’re doing a two-for-one on cocktails and there’s karaoke, so i think it’ll be fun. i probably won’t see it ‘til tomorrow, but call back when you hear this.  [he laughs]  or if i am still up and drunk when you call then you can sing me a lullaby, yeah?  [an awkward pause]  uh. i’ll just—talk to you later.

⠀☆⠀10:26 AM

[hesitant]  oh my god. i didn’t—sorry. i should’ve told you i had someone over. i completely forgot about the brunch thing, it’s my fault. kind of a dick move, too, i really am sorry. i don’t know how to.. i’ll buy you dinner, or something. to make it up to you.

[a prolonged pause]

[haltingly]  that—that was just a one-time thing, though. just.. just in case you were wondering. it won’t happen again. 

[another pause, and the sound of him shifting in his place]

so, um. yeah. i just wanted to apologise, ‘cause you were gone before i could get the chance. call me when you hear this? if you want to, that is.

⠀☆⠀00:03 AM

i guess.. i guess you’re busy, or something. sorry. i know it’s late. you’re probably asleep. or working? renjun told me you’re on night shifts now.. did it slip your mind with me? or maybe you’ve told me already, i don’t know. i think my memory’s been getting worse lately.  [a scoffed laugh]  fuck, maybe you’re with—you know. someone else? that’d be fine, obviously, i know we’re not.. yeah. hell, i was the one who said we weren’t gonna be exclusive.

[a pause]

i haven’t been, um. seeing anyone else, though. not since that last time. it’s just you. but if you were, then.. anyway. i heard jeno tell you his friend was single the other day. that jaemin guy? and that restaurant downtown would be nice for a night out, tonight. they do that salad you like, and—and the side dishes. 

[a second pause. he takes a breath in]

i think.. i think i need a drink. text me once you listen to this?

⠀☆⠀11:58 PM

[sounding a little breathless]  hi! i think im going to fill your inbox up at this point. maybe the reception’s bad in the taxi. but anyway—i had fun tonight. again. i.. i missed you, you know?  [a giggle]  wow, i think i feel a little light-headed. in a good way, obviously. i almost forgot what it was like with you. oh! and the actual reason i called—you left your hoodie here. better come grab it soon, or i’ll have it for myself. you can never have too many clothes.  [he stops for a moment]  does that sound too.. ah, nevermind. i hope you get home alright. talk to you tomorrow, baby.

⠀☆⠀10:49 PM

renjun asked me what we were doing. i knew he probably knew—or at least, like, had an idea of what was going on—but it still surprised me. nearly choked on my drink when he sprung it on me out of nowhere. i thought he just wanted to get lunch. i told him the truth—that we’re just.. messing around. he’s not gonna tell any of the others, so don’t worry. he thought—  [a stilted laugh]  he thought that we were together. but.. well. we’re not, obviously.

[a pause. he mumbles something to himself, cuts himself off, then tries again]

did jeno give you jaemin’s number? he had that gross grin on his face the other night, that same one he did when he kept trying to set chenle up on a blind date. and you never did tell me if you were out with him the other night. not that it, like, matters. but still.

[a second, longer pause]

anyway. i think i’m gonna go to bed. can we get dinner soon? i’ll pay.

⠀☆⠀11:18 PM

hey.  [a small pause]  i don’t know why i’m calling, really. i’m just at my apartment. watching reruns and drinking through that wine chenle gave me—which is awful, by the way. i think he was just trying to get it out of his fridge by offloading it onto me.

that movie you told me you watched all the time back in uni was on earlier. i would’ve called then, but my phone was dead, so i kept it on. it was pretty good, actually. kinda.. sappy. but in a good way. romantic, i don’t know. romcoms have never really been my thing, but i know they’re yours, so.. yeah.  [a tired laugh, and a pause. the tv is faintly audible in the background]  i didn’t know i could get wine tipsy this early. maybe that’s why i called out of the blue? ah, i don’t know. i’ll go now, though—this episode’s just starting to get interesting. let’s talk later.

⠀☆⠀01:21 AM

[he’s yelling, almost, struggling to be heard over the beat of the song blasting through the speakers]  yah, why did you dip? i was—i was looking forward to tonight, you know. jeno is boring, and mark is a lightweight, and jisung steps on my feet when we dance. it would’ve been way better with you here. and i miss you, baby. they need to fire the DJ here, because they’re seriously awful. i might just ditch the rest and come find you instead.

[he stops, considering it]

actually.. yeah. you won’t mind, will you? yah, pick up, c’mon. call me back, ‘cause i’m on my way to your apartment. i’ll buy a bottle of malibu on the way so it won’t taste as awful when we throw it up later, and you can set up that speaker chenle got you last year, because i know you probably still have it stuffed in a closet somewhere.  [his voice returns to normal volume, and the music is abruptly significantly quieter]  get your dancing shoes on, baby. and.. take your shirt off?  [he giggles, and his laughter interrupts his goodbye]  i’ll be there soon!

⠀☆⠀02:17 AM

fuck. can’t you just—can you pick up? please? i need it, i need you to hear this. i feel like i’m going insane, it’s fucked up.  [a pause, and a slightly shaky breath]  why did i say that? why did i say no labels? fucking.. fucking mark and shots and that bruise from that fucking counter. i’ve drank too much, and i hope i forget i’ve said this in the morning, but i—i need to know. it’s just you for me. that time with that guy was stupid, and i should’ve kicked him out as soon as i woke up, but i knew about brunch and i knew you’d be coming over and i was feeling petty so i just thought.. i thought you’d get jealous, i don’t know. it was stupid. i’m sorry for lying, baby. i didn’t mean to. is it—is it just me for you too? did you save jaemin’s number? did you text him? please tell me you didn’t. he doesn’t know anything about you, not like i do. i still have your hoodie, and renjun thinks i need to get my shit together, and chenle nearly threw up on my shoes on the way out the bar, and i just.. i want you. i want you so bad, it’s killing me.

[a long pause. his mumbling is inaudible]

call me back when you hear this.

#⠀⠀⏖ works ⊹ ᶻ ⁺⠀⠀ #⠀⠀해찬 ⠀ ✶⠀⠀ #haechan #lee donghyuck #haechan x reader #lee donghyuck x reader #nct dream x reader #when hes tryna b Cameras but hes rly hold on We’re going home😂😂🤦‍♂️🖕😭

[leewonkyeom]

Your bias line is so good and you're so real for being Seokmin biased dk biased creatures are my favourite 😍 my svt bias unit (there are so many i decided to make a whole unit) has Jeonghan, Scoups (remember the green room aggressive 'gwiyomi' video??? Yeah I fell in love with him after watching that) Hoshi and Vernon (he was actually my first bias in svt i religiously watched every YT vid they put out because of him, Jeonghan and Hoshi)

Your neo bias and bias wreckers line is so good too you have TASTE ma'am and we also have some common biases! In the neo bias unit there's Taeyong, Jaehyun, Yuta (127) Jeno and Jaemin (dream), Jisung (U), YangYang (WayV) but despite all these biases my fav member has to be Mork (I'm sorry to all my biases 😭)

From Riize i thought i would end up being Sungchan or Shotaro (still can't believe they aren't in NCT anymore...) biased but I ended up being Wonbin, Sohee and seunghan biased

Other than that it's Hyunjin (stray kids) Mingi (Ateez) i don't really have a bias in got7 they are kinda like big brothers?? But my fav is bambam! Hyungwon and Shownu (monsta x), we have the same bias in Shinee (Key and Jonghyun 😭) Minho is the bias wrecker, Sehun (Exo), Taehyung (BTS), Soobin (txt) Jake (enha), Jihyo (Twice), Seulgi (RV)

Dw I had fun reading through your bias list! I think I gave you an even longer one 😭

FR 7th sense is so perfect i would give up my kidney function privilege to see them perform this live <33

Oh Christopher Nolan! I love his Batman movies and i watched inception which was good too! Which movie of his is your favourite?

Ahh the 00s classics! I love all those movies you mentioned! I really love watching films and TV shows (smth me and Vernon have in common) and one thing that's important to me is the fashion I am a big fashion lunatic and looove to see a good outfit on screen with that being said some of my favourite 'comfort' films are Clueless (1995), Fight club, Adams family (both 91 film and 60s sitcom), funny face, breakfast at Tiffany's, Heathers, pretty woman, the devil wears the prada, mean girls, pulp fiction, fallen angels (1995) and more. My favourite directors are Wong kar wai, Quentin Tarantino, Satoshi Kon and Hayao Miyazaki (maybe Martin scoresse too)

"dk biased creatures"😭 (sums me up though). you're bias line is also so good though😭 but either way i support stanning everyone in svt so ig i would say that anyways🤧🤧 my first biases (as far as i can remember) were wonwoo and shua, and then dk just took over at some point😭

we have so many in common for nct lmao😭😭 i support that a 100% as well. you have taste fr

but omg i get what you're saying about riize. like i for sure believe at this point i'm shotaro biased, but i keep looking at wonbin more and more👀👀

i get what you're saying about got7 being big brothers, but i was also at my peak ahgase at like 15 so ofc i have a bias😭 and i considered writing hyungwon for my bias in monsta x😭😭😭 like i love him sm, but my og bias was jooheon... i'm so illoyal when it comes to them

Sehun was my first bias in exo omg😭😭 (and exo was the group that got me into kpop) and i think taehyung was my first in bts?? because of the war of hormone mv lmao. and omgggg jihyo in twice!!! same!!! i forgot to mention her. and seulgi omg😭😭 you also have taste!! loved reading your bias list as well♡♡♡

omg what wouldn't i do to see 7th sense live😭 it's not a want, it's a need !!

the batman movies are def my least favorites of his bc i just cannot get into action movies😭😭 (except spider-man which is 🔛🔝). but i think memento might be my fave from the ones i've watched

but yess😭😭 i just love those 00s teenage romcoms😭 they just give such good vibes. bridget jones is also an honorable mention. like other than that i like horror movies, esp. cult classics like scream and jennifer's body, but i don't tend to watch those on repeat😭

omggg i love a lot of the movies you mentioned !! we def have similar taste. i don't think i've watched anything by wong kar wai though, what's your favorite movie?? (i love those other directors you mentioned though !)

btw i looked at your profile, and just to make sure, do you go by jolene?♡♡

#⭐️mutuals #🐱catsaki

[neopuppy]

Hot Sauce: Can You Handle It? (M)

Preview: 3000 follower request/Hot Sauce series continuation-

“Dude you won’t believe this. Guess who just figured out how Jeno’s paying for that nice apartment without daddy’s money. He’s fucking his step sister on stream for cash!” Renjun shouts on the three-way call with Jaemin and Haechan. Over excitement evident in how he can’t even wait for his friends to reply.

“What?!” Haechan and Jaemin respond in unison, jinxing each other before further questioning. Haechan clearing his throat- “Why do you think it’s them??”

“I kinda fucked her a couple times you know? I’d recognize that ass anywhere.” Renjun scoffs. Copying and pasting the onlyfans linked in the platforms description to his two friends.

“Jeno’s too.” Jaemin cringes, scurrying to get the link open. “Holy shit..it is them!”

Pairing: NCT Dream 00’line x female reader

Word Count: 12.5k+

Genre: Step Brother Jeno AU, Jeno-centric, PWP, less enemies/but still fucking, M/F, highly explicit smut, a bit dubious, mean Jeno™️

Warning: explicit language, obsessive/possessive behavior, sex work, some angst😅

Smut Warning: webcam sex, dirty talk, degradation, humiliation, voyeur, masturbation, squirting, fingering, so much cum, subspace, slight somno, anal, blindfolds, gagging, spanking, pussy slapping, hair pulling, gangbang, it’s Hot Sauce…you know what’s up.

Intro | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Deeply Dip That

“Where are we gonna go?” You asks frantically. Worry etching your brows watching Jeno’s frazzled figure scattering about. Clothes tossed in the air and shoved into suitcases haphazardly in a rush. His father screaming until his face turned beat red in fury, shouting for him to leave his house, now.

Finger waving in anger adding- ‘and don’t fucking try to use any of those credit cards! I’m cutting you off!’

Blaring you with a stern look before turning away, muttering under his breath he’d let your mother deal with you. He stomps off, phone clutched to death in hand. Sounds of ringing as he called your mom up, exiting back to the garage.

“You don’t have a job Jeno…I don’t make enough to support us! I have to pay for tuition!” You anxiously follow him around. Tears threatening the backs of your eyes worrying over what your mom would end up doing to you. Would she kick you out too? What about Jeno??

Jeno halts abruptly, sending you crashing into his chest. His shoulders roll back, cracking his neck, eyes disappearing into slits. A firm hold on your shoulders keeping you in place before you stumble down to your ass.

“Why aren’t you packing? You’re wasting time.”

“What?! Jeno!” You slip out of his grip, creating a divide between your bodies. “I have to wait for my mom and see what she says! I can’t afford to mov…”

Jeno lifts his hand signifying for you to stop. His lips purse together, already flustered and upset after his dad yelled at him. Evident anger building up in the irritated pink speckles rising up his neck. Your pestering questions only fueling his emotions to sky-rocket faster.

“You aren’t going to leave with me then?” Jeno bites out scornfully. Tone laced in underlying thoughts he always puts aside for you. Prepared to berate himself for easily trusting you, again. Wondering if he’ll ever actually fucking understand what you want from him.

“I…I can’t Jeno..” you whine sorrowfully. Scratching your head, contemplating the most logical way to explain yourself. “It’s just tha…”

“No.” Jeno interrupts, stepping right up to your face. His breaths puffing across your forehead. Too close, using his size over you to intimidate you. As if he needed to try. “If you don’t leave with me now, I am done with you. You can’t keep fucking doing this to me.”

“Doing what?!” You ask, befuddled. Wrapping your arms around yourself. Jeno’s stare intense enough to leave your skin marred and hot. Painful to the touch under the power of his gaze.

“Don’t.” He grunts, annoyance clear. “I hate how you act stupid and get your way every time.”

“Jeno…” you snap, offended. “I’m not stupid.”

He glares at you, turning around to continue packing. Eyes locked on yours over his shoulder, snarling- “Only when you want to be.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You persists, following after him. Picking up the items he tosses to the side. Helping to pack away his things despite the argument.

“Exactly what I said.” He doesn’t look at you. The mirror hung in his closet reflecting tense brows. His nose twitching, nostrils flaring, expressing things he won’t say out loud.

“…..Jeno..” you pause, lost in thought. Replaying the events, an echo in the back of your mind repeating his cut off words. A hopeful sad dream that may never come to be. Lost in the span of seconds, for once out of your control. “Earlier..”

Jeno’s eyes roll, zipping up one of his bags. Turning to face you with a nod to go on, spit it out already.

“Before your dad walked in..” your eyes flitter nervously. Sighing indignantly, you trudge on. Quietly hauling yourself to the finish line. If you didn’t ask, you’d never know. “Were you gonna say..anything?”

His brows lift, tongue sweeping between his lips. The mockery subsiding his steaming anger momentarily. Top rows of teeth shown as he scoffs out a laugh.

“Why don’t you say it?” Jeno challenges you. His arms crossing over his chest. Stepping forward pressing you to the wall. “What was I going to say? You think I’d still say it now? Now that I know..”

“What? Know what?”

Jeno’s teeth dig into his lower lip, glancing away. Mouth tweaking to the side, ignoring how much this actually bothers him. Ignoring how you always get under his skin. Crawling by each vein, sucking blood from time to time. Leaving him drained and hungry, prepared to fall to his knees at your command.

He turns back to you, the wheels in his head spinning so loud. You can practically hear each thought. See the way he dodges anything that could leave him vulnerable.

Jeno cups your face, rubbing thumbs across your warm cheeks. Taking you in like it may just be one of the last times. Every pronounced bone, from your brow to cheeks, the pout of your lips. The look of excitement, despair, and greed saved only for him. It could be so simple, but you never made it easy. “You wanted this, knowing damn well you’d sacrifice me. That’s not how it works, you know that right? You can’t just have me when it’s convenient.”

“That’s not true Jeno. I’m trying to be logical..” he doesn’t care. Stopping you with a palm splayed over your mouth. Trapping any rationalization you attempt. Head tilted, noting the panic blinking across your expression.

“Are you mine.” It’s not a question. It’s never a question. You suck a deep breath in as much as you can beneath his heavy hand. Wetness springing to the rims of your eyes under his cruel stare. You nod, wrapping a grip around his wrists. Appearing defined and dainty, but still too strong to break.

“That’s right. Now go pack a bag. I’ll send for the rest of your belongings later. We have to go.”

Was it smart? Did your gut instinct believe this was the best decision? Of course not.

You had to wonder how full of air your head had become. Sitting in the passenger seat of his car. Jeno snatching your phone away when your mom’s contact appeared. Shutting it off, insisting you could deal with her badgering later.

People do crazy things for love right? Your forehead taps the glass window. A fog of moisture from the cool night air giving your skin a slight slide on contact.

Is this love? Probably not. Losing Jeno once was miserable enough.

Who could have predicted you’d both grow tense with stress. Rent and bills were nothing either of you could handle on your own. Your mom cutting you off without hesitation, ‘disappointed but not surprised’.

“It’s been a month, after the down payment…we have about half of next month’s rent..” Jeno’s hair is a mess. T-shirt clinging to his body after his shift at the gym. His hand running through the greasy strands over and over, sat hunched at a dingy plastic kitchen table. Calculating numbers, anxious ridden trying to figure out how exactly you were going to be able to afford this. “Maybe I can…”

Jeno looks around, deep in thought, reaching for ideas. “Sell some stuff. Ask one of my friends to let me borrow some money..”

“I can.. try to pick up some more hours? Maybe look for a better paying job..”

“No.” Jeno grumbles. Forcing a smile on for your sake. “You need to focus on school. I’ll figure it out.”

He stands up, rubbing your arms up and down to soothe away any worry. Planting a reassuring kiss to your forehead. Eyebags more prominent these days after long hours spent back and forth between two jobs.

“You trust me right?” His cheeks round up, the backs of his teeth gritting together out of sight. The smile too perfect to come off genuine none the less. With a nod, you circle his waist. Rubbing down the tired muscles in his rigid exhausted back.

“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of everything for you. For us.”

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“Dude you won’t believe this. Guess who just figured out how Jeno’s paying for that nice apartment without daddy’s money. He’s fucking his step sister on stream for cash!” Renjun shouts on the three-way call with Jaemin and Haechan. Over excitement evident in how he can’t even wait for his friends to reply.

“What?!” Haechan and Jaemin respond in unison, jinxing each other before further questioning. Haechan clearing his throat- “Why do you think it’s them??”

“I kinda fucked her a couple times you know? I’d recognize that ass anywhere.” Renjun scoffs. Copying and pasting the onlyfans linked in the platforms description to his two friends.

“Jeno’s too.” Jaemin cringes, scurrying to get the link open. “Holy shit..it is them!”

Haechan clicks the link open on his laptop. Eyes large and widening as a preview video automatically plays. The three watching it play at different times. Masks covering the majority of both yours and Jeno’s faces to hide only your eyes and noses.

Jeno’s filming you, giving a real POV experience for the audience. Pretty sparkly eyes starring up in a blurred haze. Jeno’s thumb swiping cum off your chin, pushing past your swollen abused lips. Groaning behind the camera about how good his step-sister takes his cum.

“Dude. Holy shit.” Renjun exclaims. Heavy breathing passing through the phone, fixating on different shots of your body through Jeno’s vision. Arousal and hints of jealousy itching at the three men. Tongues lapping the roofs of their mouths, an audible swallow passing through the line as the video ends for one of them.

“That’s…I mean..” Jaemin huffs. Scrolling through the page in search of another video. “That..that was them right?”

“It has to be.”

“You saw that smile. Can picture that little whore with my eyes shut.”

“Fuck you have to pay to view more!” Jaemin shouts. Slapping his fist down annoyed, scoffing, only then realizing he should calm down. “I mean…woah they have a fuck ton of subscribers..”

Renjun pipes up, reading down the categories and lists of videos- “Wow they only made this account like three weeks ago. They’re so popular already? I mean…I’d pay. I guess.” He admits defeatedly.

“Should we?” Haechan pulls out his credit card. Flipping it back and forth between two fingers. “I mean..”

He hovers over the list of enticing video titles, reading them outloud.

‘Showering with my stepsis and fucking her in the ass.’

‘Big dick emo boy gets cockwarmed by step-sister while playing Overwatch.’

‘Lucky step-bro gets woken up by step-sis sucking cock.’

‘Bratty step-sis gets pussy destroyed by angry step-bro.’

‘Horny step-bro controls whores vibrating panties while in public.’

“They don’t have too much content yet. A lot for three weeks I guess. Lowest membership is $50 per month.” Haechan swallows. Quietly typing in his credit card number with one hand.

“Ah.. that’s a little out of my price range right now.” Renjun replies. Jaemin agreeing, whining about his dad bitching at him to get a part-time job. Some shit about ‘be a man, make your own money already.’

“Listen. I’ll handle it, sound good?” Haechan submits his information. Entering his fathers name to use the card they shared. Not as if he paid the bill anyway.

“You’re gonna let us watch too right?” Jaemin questions, lowering his tone to hide urgency.

“Yea, we can do some screen sharing.” Haechan laughs. Opening up a chatroom with his friends, Jeno’s recent missing in action suddenly explained.

“Oh man.” Renjun practically squeals. Rubbing his hands together, unsure if it’s from learning a secret he shouldn’t know or what they were about to dive into. “Where should we start?! I vote for pussy destroying…”

Jaemin jumps in, adding a disagreeing sound. Letting out a long whine in protests- “Shower ass fuck, pleaseeeee.”

“Wait. Hold on.” Haechan’s eyes light up. Connecting their devices to all watch. Returning to the homepage where a ‘Live Now!’ Blinks bright red. “Oh my God, they’re streaming right now.”

“What??” Renjun and Jaemin sit up on their ends. Hearts racing faster, eyes glued to their screens.

Haechan hovers the link. Title reading as ‘How many times can I make my slutty step-sister squirt? Watch and find out!’

“Wait!” Renjun pipes up, thrumming his fingers along his desk. Focus jumping all over the screen, ignoring the coiling rush heating up his stomach. “Should we…I mean, we shouldn’t be doing this right? Jeno said last time..”

“Dude, don’t be such a fucking prude.” Haechan snaps. Opening up the stream, a chat already exploding with messages popping up next to a black video. Counting down seconds to 9pm.

“He has a point, we told Jeno we’d stop. I mean, if he wanted us to know about this..” Jaemin trails off. Blinking as a shot of a large bedroom comes into view. “Damn, is that their place?!”

“They must be making a pretty penny off of this..” Haechan scoffs. Licking his upper lip as he comes up with a username.

‘Cumming4StepSis’ has enterted the chat.

“Don’t those metal bed frames cost like $500? Jeno still hasn’t even paid me back for the groceries I bought him a few weeks ago.” It’s Jaemins turn to get annoyed now. Huffing like a bratty baby, taking in details of the scene before him. Not much to see other than a king sized bed and dark shadows.

“Nice username..” Renjun snorts. Glancing around his room before slipping a hand under his sweats. Cock chubbing up off the memory of the last time you were all in a similar situation. Shamefully pulling up that image whenever he reached the desperate need to cum inside of his fist.

“Let’s not act coy now boys.” Haechan leans back, easing his half hardened length out from his boxers. “We’ve been here before. Can already tell Jaemin’s tenderizing that meat by the way he’s panting like a horny dog.”

“Man, fuck off.” Jaemin grunts. Unabashedly smearing the pre-cum leaking from his slit around. Fat cockhead gleaming in excitement in his mostly darkened room. Maybe jealousy turned him on more than he was willing to accept.

“You guys jerking off too?” Renjun sighs, squeezing around the base of his cock. “Good, cause…”

“It’s cool dude, no homo. I’ve watched your perky little ass bounce too many times for this to be gay anymore.” Haechan cuts him off. Focusing on the chat again.

Cumming4StepSis- ‘COME ON. I’M FUCKING HORNY! MAKE HER SQUIRTTT!’

“Dude come on, don’t talk about my ass like that.” Renjun whines. Ignoring the little jerk his cock gives.

“It’s a nice ass.” Jaemin mumbles, coughing after. Falling into laughter watching as Haechan hits send on his screen.

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Jeno tightens the ties of his mask off camera. Securing the knot as he reaches around, shaking his head to ensure it won’t budge. He checks in on you, noting the trickles of sweat pooling down your throat.

“You ready?” He asks, standing off to your side somewhere. Reacting with a surprised jolt, you nod rapidly.

“Please. I can’t wait anymore.”

Jeno smiles, turning the main camera to your exposed body. An explosion of coins chiming letting you know you’re being watched now. Jeno admires your jittering figure on the screen. The camera panned perfect to capture you from neck to upper thigh. Your bare curves made even more delectable under shadows of lights set up in your shared room.

He picks up a hand held camera often used to give the real ‘point of view’ experience. A highly requested comment you’d both caught on to after a week of streaming. Jeno films up from your toes pressed to the floor in painstaking anticipation. Thighs trembling squished together hiding your center. Stomach convulsing with deep nerve racking breaths. Slowly arousing himself watching you suffer through the tiny camera screen.

He leans forward, angling the recording up close to your lower half. Throaty rasp breaking your thoughts- “Show me what’s mine.”

Releasing a breath shaking its way down between your core, you slowly fall open. Turned on all the more as loud alerts of money donations sound. Pussy throbbing in need, shown off for thousands upon thousands of perverse viewers. Some you had no clue would ever end up figuring out yours and Jeno’s secret.

“That’s it baby.” Jeno growls, reaching forward spreading your folds open with two fingers. Behind the camera as the true viewer. Sharing an hedonistic experience with everyone only wishing to be in his place. The control and power surges down to his balls, dick bouncing between his thighs. Confined inside of his snug boxers. Watching you slut yourself out for him enough to push drops of pre-cum out. “Nasty little slut. Like everyone watching you fuck your step brother don’t you?”

“Yes! Please…please..” you whimper. Wanton and needy only from Jeno stripping you down off camera. Forcing you to sit and stay quiet with a palm over your mouth. His other hand grasping around your throat. Reminding you who’s in charge here.

“So cute when you get all stupid like this.” The smile in Jeno’s tone reaches your ears. Making you smile at the camera in response. Nodding, lifting your hips up with a sad whimper.

An index and middle finger swipe between your folds. Tapping your excited entrance, circling around. Trembling legs lock around his biceps. He films himself breeching your entrance up close, gliding in with no resistance. Whispering on how a real whore like you needs no prep. Always ready to be used and taken.

“Gonna squirt for me baby? Want it down my throat.” Jeno’s tone has turned gruff. His horny desire adding to the viewer experience. For any pretending to be in his place right now. Back in the privacy of their bedrooms jerking off, cumming abruptly. Ignoring the shame that consumes them for seconds after the high.

“Yes.. make me. Wa-wanna g-give..” you wail. Neck dropping back, unable to resist the urge to ride his fingers. Jeno pushing in a third, cunt clinging around his thrusting digits drawing him deeper.

“You can do it angel. Cum for me.” Jeno’s too lost in the moment falling into a sweet pet name. Focusing on the way you tug around him with every pull out. He sucks in a deep breath adjusting the camera. Shifting his weight to the one side, his speed quickens. Digits shaking pointedly inside of you.

The clean tips of his fingers tickling each sensitive sweet spot. A cascade of voluminous cried moans exit your lips. Lifting off the chair chasing his touch. Wetness shooting out aggressively smacking his face. Landing on the camera lense. Soaking down Jeno’s chest and stomach. Noisy dribbles hitting the hard floor loud enough for the microphones to catch.

Jeno pulls out hitting harsh slaps down on your cunt. Sending you throttling forward, bundle of nerves stinging with each evil hit.

“You’re so mean to me..” you sniffle. Tears congesting your breathing, a pool of salty driblets trickles, gathering on your upper lip. Jeno laughs, he fucking laughs. A deep vibrating laugh echoing around you, the sick pleasure he gains whenever you succumb to him clear.

“Look how wet you are for me.” Jeno pans languidly across the expanse of your gleaming thighs. Entrance winking under the camera, giving the viewers exactly what they want. “Tell everyone you’re a dumb slut. Tell everyone you’re my dumb slut.”

“I’m..I’m your d-dumb slut.” You stutter, breaking off into whimpers. Jeno’s palm making contact with your soaked up center cutting off your cries.

“You know better.” Jeno growls, squeezing around your mound. Coating his hand in all of the wetness that’s covered you. Stroking up your abdomen to your hung open mouth. Slapping down wet and loud, obscenely smearing your own release over the exposed part of your face. “Say it.”

“Sir!” Tears spill, blurring your vision even more behind the veil. Eyelashes clumping together, making each blink heavy. Jeno presented like a monster, looming above you forcing you to cough. His heavy hand wraps around your throat constricting you tightly. Leaving you choking with your tongue hung out. The perfect visual on camera, opening at both ends like a real slut.

Jeno collects his spit, ducking down closer recording all of it gradually trickle down to back of your mouth. The audience more than pleased, extra loud coins pouring in.

“Look at you covered in your own cum. So slutty and fucking disgusting. My dirty girl.” Jeno sneers. Adding to the mess on your wet face. Tears, snot, saliva, his spit, your arousal, glossy like a freshly done work of art.

“Want more baby? Need more don’t you?” He asks, just for the viewers. In private he could do anything he wanted to you. ‘Made just for me.’ He always reminded you.

“Please, please sir. Please I’ll do anything. Make me cum again please. Wan-wanna cum more.” You whine, leaving your mouth left open for more. Jeno spitting inside, forcing your jaw to shut. Slapping the center of your neck commanding you to swallow. Throat bobbing up and down on screen.

“Of course you do, needy whores like you always need more.” Jeno straightens out. Pushing your shoulder roughly until you tip over falling to the floor. Knees hitting the hardwood impactfully making you scream. Your back twists arching in as Jeno slaps you right down the middle of your ass.

He squats down aiming four fingers inside of you. His triceps bulge on camera, a perfect back shot shown off. Jeno fucking his fingers inside of you brutally. Lewd wet sounds explode around the room. Screams muffled into the ground as you attempt to crawl away. Another rough slap stinging down on your ass. Digits furiously fucking inside your pussy leaving you fluttering around him. Jeno jackhammers even faster working up a sweat.

“Je…sir!” You shout falling forward. Trembling and crying, man handled down by the power of his thrusting fingers. Lower half bouncing up as another shocking climax hits. Splashing wet slick all around his hand, leaving your ass and the floor soaked in the aftermath. “No!”

Jeno doesn’t stop, has you clawing at the ground trying to pull away. Large hand pushing your lower back down until you stay put. Relentless in his pointed thrusts. Urgently fucking fingers inside of you until you have no choice but to cum, again and again. You grab at the skirt on your matress, tugging the ends weakly between your fingers to drag yourself away from him. Overstimulated and swollen between your legs, slumped lifelessly on the floor.

“Fuck. You’re so wet and sloppy. Look at this filthy mess you’ve made. Whose gonna clean that up huh?” Jeno pulls out. Slapping your ass, gripping you in an unforgiving squeeze. He hauls up your lower half getting you back to your pained knees. Pussy glistening on full display back to front. Shining rim leaving him licking over his lips in temptation.

“S-sir..please..no more..” you scoot forward pathetically. Lifting yourself up onto the bed. The struggle only makes Jeno’s cock throb harder. Dying to get you fucked full until you can’t even walk.

“What was that?” Your head snaps up. Jeno yanking a clump of your hair back. Shooting painful shots through each follicle with the question. You hiss, losing your will to argue. He doesn’t give you time anyway. Returning four fingers to your swelling hole. Even if he fucked you everyday you could never get used to it. “Still so tight. Perfect slut stays tight for me doesn’t she?”

You nod weakly landing against the bedding, trying to wipe away some of the bodily liquid congesting your breathing. Lower half gone numb, spurting out only tiny bits of arousal. Another orgasm leaving you loose like jelly. Almost losing your footing and falling back to the floor. Jeno grips your hips pushing you up onto the bed. “Don’t move baby.”

He picks up the hand-held, giving everyone one last look at your run down body. Shooting over the stains of wetness left behind on the bed and floor. Showing off his beautiful damp veiny forearm and hand. Ending with an all too up close humiliating shot of your destroyed cunt.

“I think that was about five times. Make sure to send a lot of donations. My step-sisters gonna need it after this.”

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“Man..fuck.” Jaemin pants, breathless. Cock still twitching on his ruined t-shirt . His brows furrow together, half pained half aroused. Watching the stream cut to a black screen again. Thankful it’s over despite the urge to go again.

“This is so fucked up.” Renjun drags his hands over his face. Disgusted with himself for not even bothering to wash up before doing so. Wiping off the pool of white liquid from his stomach with discarded tissues. Sure enough to find them later and recall every embarrassing moment. “Why’s this always so good.”

Haechan grunts in response. Turning off the screen sharing before continuing to open up an archived video.

‘Step sister fingering solo while moaning out for step bro to fuck her.’

“Yea. Always so good..”

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Jeno lays you flat on your back kissing down your stomach, slurping up some of the wet arousal that won’t stop oozing out of your core. A cocky smile painting his lips as he shuts off the camera. Shoving the sheer blackened cloth off his eyes, he gets comfortable. Gently untying the mask keeping your identity safe. Absorbing your wrecked features. Skin hot to the touch where he grazes down your face. Tracing over your lips, emitting soft exasperated sounds. Jeno’s hips meet yours, a heated flush racing between your bodies.

“Baby noo….no more.” You cry. Jeno’s large palms slide over the backs of your thighs. Pushing your lower half forward, leaving you pressed down under his weight. Ankles loosely crossing behind his neck. His hard length swallowed up between your folds, sliding through with ease. Walls dripping wet denying your exhaustion.

“Shhh shh, cameras off.” He grunts, smiling. The tip of his cock kissing your sore entrance. Fat cockhead pushing inside, stretching you apart in a familiar yet painful way.

“I..I can’t baby..” you go on whining. Nothing he’s saying fully registering anymore. Cumming too many times for brain power to function any longer.

“Of course you can.” Jeno groans, easing his length in. Every inch pushing you open, growing thicker around the middle where he fattens up delectably. Size leaving you rendered idiotic, gasping and choking on air. “My dumb little slut can always take it. Take everything I give you.”

You nod, biting down the pitiful noises rising up your chest. Jeno gliding fully inside. Every pulsating vein on his cock throbbing. Pushing your walls to accommodate around him. Wrapped skin to skin, like a glove made just for him.

“You gonna cum for me sweet baby?” Jeno looks dreamy. His eyes hooded heavily, drooping at the corners more than usual. Pussy gripping around him tight even with your denial. Spinning his head around to a dizzying point. The way you could never say no to him really. It was addicting. The thought clawing down his spine ferociously. A desire to be inside of you, watch you suffer for his cock, completely consuming him.

Jeno thrusts forward, hips angling up. Pushing the backs of your knees leaving you pressed around your head. Your ass lifting up lewdly from the bed you share leaving you entirely exposed. His eyes trailing down to where your lower halves connect. Circling his hips slow and meticulous, giving you every inch in a nearly tedious mind numbing way.

“My perfect little cock slut.” Jeno sighs breathily. Catching his bottom lip under his teeth with a bite. His mouth glistening, pinker than usual, gnawed at repeatedly. Filling with blood, leaving a white cast around them. Everything about him looked like a wet dream. Glazed over eyes, nose wrinkling. Cheek bones protruding with every deep inhale bringing to light the pretty beauty mark under his eye. Mouth plumped up, a glow of sweat lighting up his near flawless skin. His beauty only adding to every filthy rasp spewing out.

“Why aren’t you saying anything huh?” Jeno lands a hard smack on your ass. Done with stretching you out, he draws back. Slamming forward falling into a brutal pace of endless thrusting. “Fucked so stupid, answer me baby.”

Jeno slaps you again, following with a succession of mean hits on the side of your thigh. Your body pushed up the bed under each merciless thrusts that only seem to go faster and faster.

“Fuck..” your eyes roll back. Limp and lacking control. Splayed out like a doll to be used and abused. Only able to feel your pussy spasming around his length.

“That’s all you got for me?” Jeno tsks, hiking your bottom up even more. Stomach bending in, leaving you folded in half. Coughing and choking, air cutting off all the more in this position. His merciless thrusts never faltering. Jeno’s knees lift off the bed. Throwing the entirety of his body weight down against you. Cock coated in creamy wetness, easing every penetrating slide in.

You cough out again, barely. Eyes rolling up into your sockets, everything spinning. The pleasure overwhelming leaving you brainless. Jeno going on about how stupid you are for him. How good you take his cock. Balls slapping against your ass noisily behind each garbled word.

“Pussy so good for me. Always so good for me.” He grunts. Pounding into your half-passed out body. His bottom lip ruined practically breaking skin the more he chews over it. Sweat falling off tendrils of hair with each impactful slam of his hips. Growing further turned on when your cunt squeezes around him. A soft pattern of ‘ugh uh uhh’ spilling out from between his gritted teeth.

“Babies gonna cum for me, give me more of that nasty cum.” Jeno mumbles. Fanning exerted breaths across your face. Smirking when your eyes fall shut, mouth hung open sucking down shallow breaths. “Ugh…fuck.. my pretty baby. Good girl, say you can’t anymore but your pussy still begs for me.”

The possessive desire eats away at him. Stamina switching to overdrive pounding you into a broken sloppy mess. Your empty body under his control, his to fuck and detroy whenever he wants.

Pussy sucking him down despite your overly lax passed out state. Jeno fucked you until you cried, begged, clawed at him desperately. Filling every hole with cum until all you knew anymore was his name. Tainting you too much for anyone else to ever want you.

“Greedy pussy only wants me. Always me.” Jeno groans. His movements turning messier, thrusts slowing down. Jerking motions angling his cock to hit every tantalizing spot.

“Make you stay with me forever.” Jeno lets out a cry, crinkling his eyes shut. “Only mine.”

Cum flows out, shooting deep inside. Intent to mark you from inside out. A sickening twists in his gut stirring up his pleasured climax picturing you in the shower. Fingers holding yourself apart moaning with each push you make to release his cum. Turning you into nothing but a useless cum dump. Existing only for him to get off.

Collapsing, he pecks slow and tired over your warmed cheek. Soft moans breathlessly play from your lips, capturing them to shut you up. Swallow down the wanton crave only for him. His forehead drags down to your jaw. Lips planting firm kisses up and down your throat, nibbling up to your earlobe.

“Mine.”

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only 00z chat

🐻- Jeno, when are you gonna invite us over?

🐰- Jeno suddenly gains independence and forgets the little people who helped him along the way.

🦊- You mean me right?

🐻- Jenoooooo? Earth to Jenooooo????

🐶- Just woke up.

🦊- Long night working?

🐰- Yea how are those two jobs treating you?

🐶- Yea

🐻- 🙄

🐻- Invite us over to see your place dude. Come on! It’s been over a month now.

🦊- I second this, we’ll bring snacks.

🐰- I won’t, send me money for those groceries you ass.

🐶- Fine.

Jeno rolls his eyes, attaching the address to his new living quarters.

“Babe…” tossing aside his phone he turns over. Propped up on his elbow, smiling watching you continue to sleep. Last night must have really taken it out of you.

Jeno contemplates ordering some breakfast from your favorite spot. Maybe he could impress you with his cappuccino making skills, having yet to put your new espresso machine to use. Fluffing up the blanket around your shoulders, Jeno decides to surprise you with a nice breakfast.

A notification popping up on his phone screen pique’s his curiosity. Unlocking the device to read the message attached.

Cumming4StepSis has added $1000 to your account.

‘I’d like to request a gangbang of sorts? I have gone through your content and while watching the two of you fuck has been enjoyable, I can’t help but imagine what a little slut your step-sister could turn into. I mentioned it in the chat last night. Many other subscribers were keen on the idea. Please consider, big fan of your content!’

Jeno clicks his tongue, finishing up with reading the message. Most subscribers had sent in half that amount, if not less when requesting different kinks and scenarios.

“Gangbang…pft..” Jeno shoves aside his phone. Ignoring the thought after depositing the money into his bank account. You insisted on creating a joint one, only for Jeno to imply you use his card anyway.

“Mmm is that coffee for me?” You smile, half-asleep. Curling around his broad back, burying your face into the dip of his spine. “Hate waking up alone. If that’s for me I’ll forgive you though.”

Jeno turns, raising a steaming mug to your nose. Fresh coffee ground twists through the air around you. Puffy eyes full of adoration bunch together upon his smile.

“Someone slept in.” Jeno finishes with kisses down your cheek. Everything was perfect. “My friends are coming over, you might wanna shower. I’m gonna make them help me set up that living room table we got from ikea.”

“Your friends? Hmm..” you step away, nursing the mug of hot coffee. Liquid passing down your throat, soothing your groggy voice. Too many screams from the prior night tearing down your vocal chords. “Haven’t seen them in a bit.”

“Yea, they finally called me out on it.” Jeno shrugs. Turning to face you before heading back to your bedroom. Eyebrows wiggling suggestively- “We could save some water? And time?”

“Mmm-mmmnn” you pout. Declining the offer. “You’re not allowed anywhere near my lower regions today.”

Sticking out your tongue, you scurry out to the balcony to finish your coffee before Jeno can trap you. His hand swatting your ass on the way out, mumbling on about how that’s not up to you.

“Meanie!”

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“Damn..” Haechan whistles, taking in the expanse of the living room. Sunlight shining in through the glass doors leading out to the balcony. A kitchen fully stocked with all types of high-end appliances. “Now this is some luxurious shit.”

“Why am I helping you pay for groceries again dude?” Jaemin asks. Sliding his fingers across shelves full of Jeno’s games. Noting his brand new playstation, still on the waitlist for one himself. “Christ Jeno, how are you affording all of this? Can’t be just from that po..”

“Those two jobs you’re working!” Haechan interrupts him, cooly. Shooting his friend daggers before facing Jeno with a smile. “Man, you must be exhausted. Two jobs.. does she even work?”

Jeno’s lips purse together annoyed. Folding his arms across his chest, gaze bouncing back and forth between his three friends spread out. “It’s called being an adult. Was going to have to happen eventually.”

Haechan softly snorts, ducking to roll his eyes. Nodding and patting Jeno on the shoulder. “Really proud of ya dude. Look at you, all grown up and shit.”

“An air fryer?! A ninja!” Renjun points at the appliance from the kitchen. Setting down the two bags of snacks they’d purchased on the way over. Sporting an amazed smile with widening eyes. “Dude! A two basket one? These are niceeee.”

Jaemin jogs over, looking through the snacks for his favorite chips. “And a Nespresso machine. This is some expensive shit Jeno.”

“Who knew you were such a simp.” Haechan throws him a wink. Following in Jaemin’s foot steps to grab a drink.

Jeno comes to a halt as you enter. Immediately glowering, taking in your appearance. “What the fuck are you wearing?”

It’s snarky, condescending, talking to you like you’re dumb. You give him a confused glance, re-evaluating your choice in clothes. Opting to wear shorts and a tank top since you’d be setting up furniture.

“What do you mean?” You question. The air suddenly tight, everyone pausing their actions behind him. Haechan shooting his two friends stood in the kitchen a knowing look. The three of them holding their breath, listening with both eyes and ears.

Jeno stomps forward grasping a hold around your arm, lowering his tone- “Go change. Right now.”

“But why?!” You mutter under your breath. A flush of heat spreads way across your chest, quickly rising to your cheeks. The face before you near demented, glossy eyes full of some emotion you couldn’t quite pin-point..

“What is this? A free fucking show? Go put some real clothes on. Right now is not the time to strut around like some slut working a corner.” Jeno repeats with no more explanation. Adding a gentle push to your weight upon releasing you. Chin nodding back to the hallway you’d just came from.

“Don’t make me repeat myself.”

Your eyes widen, murmuring an apology. Stepping feet back until you’re out of sight. Taking note of your choice of outfit had you questioning yourself. Maybe this was only appropriate when you were alone. Jeno had a point, this was too revealing to wear around a bunch of men.. right? Some thigh and shoulder, never seemed to be such a problem before.

“Dude..” Haechan breaks the awkward silence first. Licking the backs of his teeth, breaking into a grin. “It’s not like we haven’t all seen..”

“Haechan, don’t.” Jaemin panicks. Head stiffly shaking, palm up like a warning sign. Renjun bouncing from foot to foot beside him feeling uncomfortable.

“It’s none of your business.” Jeno clips. The fierce stare enough to imply ‘Drop it.’

“So uhm..” Renjun pads over to a box portraying a large image of a stainless steel desk. “We should start working on this right?”

“Yea.” Jeno mutters, blinking away the lasting bits of emotions that’d bursted out. Choosing to pretend these random temperamental outbursts were nothing to be concerned over. It was only sensible. You clearly lacked some type of tact, common sense. He’d only avoided his friends this long because of you.

Often times Jeno found himself awake at night. Watching you pressed to the bed, half of your face hidden buried deep into a pillow. Snoozing away without a damn worry in the world. While he fucked up everything. No more education, no more money to fuck around carelessly. You’d really messed everything up for him. Did he really need friends who so easily betrayed him? Didn’t they understand?

No. Why would they.

Jeno envisions chains attached to each corner of the bed. Buckling you down, wrists and ankles struggling to break free. Marks of flesh cutting and aching the more you try. Giving in only once you realize he’d do anything for you. You’re his, you belong to him and nobody else.

It near disrespectful, the way you showed up. Freshly showered, smelling sweet and enticing. Smooth legs and arms for anyone to eat up. As if his asshole friends wouldn’t attempt to bury their grimy fingers into the meat of your thigh. Feigning stupidity, innocence, foolish to think they’re slick enough for him to not catch on.

You should know better by now. A few more weeks and he’d have you trained well. Maybe even order a name plate to proudly wear around you neck. Letting even a stranger know you’re taken, you’re his. You belong to him.

You step back in feebly, body completely hidden under one of Jeno’s larger sweaters. The tips of your fingers barely visible under the long sleeves puffed around your arms. The sweats must be his too, fitting you loose and baggy. Having to hike them up your thighs as you re-enter. Sock clad feet dancing forward until you stand in front of him with a hopeful gaze.

Jeno stands up, slow, savoring how delicate and soft you look in his clothes. Catching a waft of his scent surrounding you once he’s back on his feet. He taps your chin, thumbing your bottom lip.

“Good girl.” Jeno smiles. A full set of teeth beam back at him, now knowing you did well. Renjun stays crouched near the now open box of furniture, ignoring the gnawing feeling at his chest. Smart enough to know this couldn’t be.. healthy. Ignorance was bliss though.

“I could use some water baby.” Jeno implies. He hardly ever asks anything of you anymore, expecting his needs to always be met.

“I’ll get you some!” You perk up. Solemn mood instantly dissipating. You pass by Haechan and Jaemin, greeting them with a nonchalant wave. Nothing too formal or polite, Jeno wouldn’t like that.

“Hey..” Haechan clears his throat. Stepping in after you, glancing over his shoulder to make sure Jeno’s attention is consumed.

“I’d like some water too.” Haechan leans against the kitchen counter. Throwing a thumb back in Jaemin’s direction- “Maybe a glass for all of us yea?”

“Sure..” you smile nervously, with pursed lips. Grabbing 4 glass cups from a higher shelf. Haechan moves behind you, reaching around you to free two of the glasses from your hands.

“You’ll drop all those, let me help.” He mumbles, lower half pressed to your bottom. Your breath staggers, tension aching down your spine to where your heated bodies meet. “Nothing to be scared about, we’re friends. Aren’t we?”

Jaemin rolls his eyes, sliding down the counter closer to where you’re both stood. You nod instead of saying anything, not trying to gain Jeno’s attention with any conversation. Loud clinking of tools and steel sounds from the living room. Faded commands from Jeno instructing Renjun what to pass him next following.

“I got that.” Jaemin snatches the pitcher of iced water as you reach for it. “Friends help each other out like this.”

“Friends tell each other secrets too.” Haechan takes a sip of water. Licking his moistened lips. “I’d sure love to know the secret to this success you and Jeno have found.”

“Ah, yea..” you gulp down water, cautiously. Treading lightly with anything you say. They weren’t really your friends right? They were Jeno’s friends..

“To think, this could have been one of us right now Haechan.” Jaemin sighs dreamily. Admiring the sleek advanced kitchen. “Do you guys even cook? I’m a great cook you know, my ramen is unmatched.”

“Oh please. No one makes a better ramen than me and you know it.” Haechan scoffs. He settles down along your side not taken up by Jaemin. Leaving you sandwiched between their broad larger frames. The two going on about how Jeno’s really living the dream now.

“I don’t..” you finish up your water. Licking over your somehow still dry lips. Anxiety getting the better of you, feeling trapped amongst them. “Don’t really know what you guys mean.”

“I mean, we technically were a thing first.” Haechan quips. Directing a finger toward Jaemin and himself. “Like, I thought you wanted to actually…you know, I mean the vibe when we first met. You sent me naked pictures..”

Your eyes nearly pop out, standing up straight. Making sure to double check Jeno was still none the wiser.

“Yea..” Jaemin throws an arm around your shoulder. “You came on really strong in the garage that one time. I mean, like I said.. should have been me first. Wouldn’t have to worry about parents approving of shit ya know?”

You slip out easily, heading to move away from them. Haechan moving fast on his feet like a ballerina twirling about. Blocking your way to exit, he smirks. Reaching for the strings on Jeno’s hoodie you wear. He pulls them in tight, forcing the back of your neck in. String burning where it digs into your skin under the cotton.

“I’m never really wrong, ya know? About these things.” He lets go, lifting three long fingers to push hair behind your ear. Jaemin coming up behind you, planting his hands on your hips. “Jeno probably hates thinking about it. That his step-sister maybe, just maybe wanted a little more than just a quick fuck with his friends.”

“That’s not true.” You pivot around him. Waving them off, lightly jogging out of the kitchen, slowing as you near Jeno. Tapping his shoulder to hand him water. Renjun mumbling about how he could use some too.

“The tables coming together good babe.” You cheer Jeno on. Taking a seat on the couch to respond to messages and emails. Jeno let you handle the community end of your onlyfans account. He dealt with the more technical- cameras, streaming quality, lighting. None of that was necessarily your forte and most of your subscribers seemed to prefer hearing from you.

The message from Cumming4StepSis catches your eye. Money sent with it already initiated to be transferred into your account. Meaning Jeno had already opened it, taken the fee and left no response. Maybe he got busy, usually he’d bring it up for you to handle.

‘A gangbang?’ You wonder, bouncing your gaze around the room. The amount of subscribers and viewers you could gain with content like that would be astronomical. Perverts loved shit like that.

It’s not as if you hadn’t been there done that already, right?

Clearing your throat you pat Jeno’s back. Jerking your head to the side to let him know you needed to discuss something in private. His eyes open up in question, hoisting himself to stand and follow you to the entrance of the hallway.

“What’s up baby?”

“Jeno..did you see the recent request?” You whisper, near a corner. Occasionally checking in to make sure his friends are busy. Jeno looks annoyed you even bring this up. It wasn’t abnormal, you’d always received requests from subscribers along with extra money for encouragement. Typically including whatever it may be in the next stream. Jeno never had an issue with it before..

“We’re not gonna do that one.”

“But, we have before? They’re all here.. it wouldn’t hurt to ask?”

“I already told you the last time.”

“But the money! Look, I’ll ask our subscribers what they think about the idea. You know they’re going to eat that shit up like hungry dogs.”

Jeno’s nose scrunches, resting his forearm against the wall. The money.

The money was all you cared about. Clearly.

“So what? You want me to just tell them..”

“I’ll tell them!” You respond, smiling ear to ear as if you’d just come up with a great plan.

“Tell us what?” It’s Renjun. Approaching you both with Jaemin and Haechan at his heels. The three men all dawning expressions of interests and intrigue.

Jeno sighs, cracking his knuckles. Turning on the balls of his feet to face them. He rolls his eyes, nodding to himself.

“We do porn.”

“Jeno!” You slap his shoulder. A shrug all he gives you before continuing.

“Well, there’s no light way to put it. My dad kicked me out on my ass. Those two jobs weren’t cutting it. We started fucking on stream, it’s not a big deal.” Jeno finishes. Arms lifting as if implying ‘give me your best’

His three friends break into approving smiles. Jaemin rubbing his palms together stepping in closer. Eyebrows wiggling eagerly, he asks-

“So, how much are you two making doing this?”

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“I can’t believe we’re doing this again..” Jeno’s head shakes. Annoyance evident in the way his jaw locks. Thick neck flexing sucking down a tight swallow.

“It’s gonna be such good money babe.. and we need it.. neither of us have real jobs. Look at how many subscribers have already liked the post hinting at it.” You voice casually, scratching your elbow. Pretending this isn’t exciting you in any way. It’s not as if you and Jeno had a boring sex life. Adding cameras and an audience only aiding the thrill.

“Besides!” Haechan pipes up, hands rubbing together plotting. “Who better to fuck your girlfriend than your best friends?!”

Jaemin slouched to his side lifts a finger adding- “and we already have.”

Jeno’s fist ball up, your hands embrace his bicep pulling him to your chest. Whispering between teeth for him to calm down. His chin dips, mumbling something too quietly to himself. “Fine, but we have rules this time. So listen up you bunch of shrimp dicks.”

“Excuse me?” Jaemin’s brow lifts. “Whose dick was that in reference to? Last I checked we have photos..”

“Enough.” Jeno halts holding a hand up. Reaching for a notebook set on newly built table. “Don’t follow the rules. Don’t fucking get paid.”

“Well now that we have rules to follow 10% pay doesn’t seem so fair.” Renjun bends forward. Elbows rest on his knees, nodding along with Jaemin and Haechan.

“Make your own content then.” Jeno snaps quickly, shooting a glare at the trio. In unison they fall back, slumping together on the couch. Haechan throws a leg across Jaemin’s lap, faintly catching a ‘no homo’ thrown out as he buries into his broad shoulder. Arm’s lift open, inviting Renjun to join the cuddle pile earning a smack across his chest from the smaller.

“Why are they my best friends again?” Jeno asks you.

“You’re all idiots and deserve each other babe.” Smiling, you wrap around his back. Nudging his head to focus on the list of rules in his hands.

“Right.” Jeno smirks, going on clearing his throat. “Rule number one, no kissing.”

“What!” Haechan’s head shoots up interrupting.

“..on the lips.” Jeno continues. Smirk faltering when Haechan mouths ‘O’ relaxing into Jaemin’s side.

Jeno proceeds- “Rule number 2, no one comes in through the backdoor. I will handle that.”

“Aw man…this is gonna be so boring Jeno!” Renjun protests. Your mouth falling open surprised, shooting him a mean look.

“Excuse me? What’s so boring about fucking me?”

“…nothing..” He curls in, face hiding, lowly murmuring- “Just not fair I never got to hit it from the back.”

Jaemin’s brows wiggle, whispering “Can’t relate.”

Jeno rolls his eyes, neck cracking like a brute. His friends whining as he goes on- “Rule number 3, everyone wears a mask. To protect our identities. Pretty simple, I’m not asking for too much.”

The trio glance at each other, discussing over numbers. Bringing up late rent fee’s, car payments, bills that needed to be handled. Haechan mumbling something about how he can’t relate on this one. The first to answer despite it- “Fine. We’re in.”

“Hey! I just thought of something!” Jaemin sits up, shoving Haechan’s weight off. “You should be blind folded!”

“Me!?” You asks, surprised. His hand wiggling to indicate he’s not finished yet.

“We’ll fuck you, and you have to guess whose who! I mean.. you should know the difference by now. No one’s like me.” He winks at you. Jeno jerking up under your hold. Cooing and shushing into his soft hair to ease his nerves.

“BUT-“ Haechan adds. “If you, ya know DO happen to get it wrong, let’s say we gag you! Who doesn’t love a good punishment right?”

“Sounds like a great idea to me.” Renjun nods. Lifting two thumbs Jeno’s way. The other smiting them all quietly with a cold gaze.

“I already hate this.” Jeno bites. Throwing the notebook flying his friends way to sign the mock-up contract. The only purpose to make sure rules stay followed. Any rule broken ending in a lack of payment.

“You’re all clean right?” Jeno questions lifting a brow. They all used to get routinely checked out often together, mostly due to sports. Falling out of the routine after dropping out, getting checked out only with you once since. You had no reason to, until now.

“Yea of course dude, we’re senseless, not stupid.” Renjun answers. Signing and dating the fake contract. Hearing money entering his account in the back of his mind. Maybe he could finally invest in that drone he’d been eyeing.

“Is everyone free tomorrow?“ Haechan asks, looking through his phone. As if he has some schedule set on it to follow. Doing it really for the extra dramatization of the situation.

“Even if I wasn’t already, I’d clear my schedule.” Jaemin smiles. Stealing a glance at you, meeting eyes momentarily. A shining thrill Jeno would absolutely loathe to see filling the brown pools.

“Tomorrow it is then.”

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Jeno has you propped on your bed on all fours. Lubed up hand passing between your ass, prepping and stretching your rim open for the past 10 minutes. Core on fire between your legs under each slow scissoring thrust of digits filling you.

His friends instructed to wait in your guest bedroom. Only really used to hide camera equipment, costumes and sex toys now. The three of them chattering nervously, having to hype each other up. Reminding themselves of the money they’d make. The masks would keep their identities safe anyway.

“We’re doing nicknames based off these masks right?” Renjun asks. Checking himself out in the mirror. Eyes blinking behind the fox mask covering everything but his lips and chin.

“So…am I rabbit or bunny?” Jaemin ponders. Rubbing oil down his chest. His muscles would no doubt reflect on camera much more defined this way.

“Bunny. Obviously..” Haechan smirks, tweaking his friend's nipple. Jaemin slapping him away, leaving a shining trace on his arm. “You want them perked and hard on camera don’t you?!”

“I don’t need your help, cub.”

“Cub..I like that.” Haechan’s brows wiggle, hidden under the half-bear mask. “I’ll stick with Bear for today though. Renjun, you’re definitely Foxy.

Haechan slaps his smaller friend’s underwear clad ass. The three of them standing around in tight black underwear. Jeno throwing a fresh new pack at them when they arrived along with the masks.

“That’s the last time I jerk off on the phone with you guys. Leave my ass alone!” Renjun whines, rubbing over his stinging buttcheek. Noticing the digital clock ticking down to 8:58pm.

“Oh shit, we should probably head in now. Jeno said the stream starts at 9.” Renjun opens up the door. Crossing the hallway together, swallowing down shallow anxious breath’s.

Your bedroom door clicks open. Jeno standing there wearing his puppy mask. His jaw flexes taking in his friend’s anxious ridden appearance’s . Their nerves blending into the chilled air conditioned breeze. With his chin he directs them to come on in.

The rooms dimly lit, already carrying an aroma of lust and sex. They take quiet steps in, barefoot and cautious with the darkness mostly around the corners of the room. Jaemin gasps first when he spots you on all fours. Wrists tied up at your lower back, eyes completely covered leaving you blinded.

Jeno jerks his chin again. Having already explained to the viewers while prepping your rim the rules of the game. Every time you made a wrong guess, you’d be abused and gagged. A shit eating grin as he says ‘A slut like this would answer wrong on purpose.’

With a quick rock, paper, scissors off to the side Jeno goes first. He knew he’d have you last anyway.

With a finger shushing over his lips he climbs onto the bed. Stroking up and down your ass, setting off tremors up your stomach. He tugs on the plug nestled between your mounds teasingly. Everything about it already reminded you of him. Scared to guess wrong if it wasn’t actually him. The other three stood near the bed watching in anticipation resisting the urge to touch themselves.

Jeno circles your waist, chest pressed to your back. Turning you to face the three of them, angled for the cameras to perfectly capture your body in all its glory. He snaps to Jaemin, pointing to the hand-held on the tripod for his friend to adjust. The multiple views were Jeno’s idea, a great one that garnished you with many pleased fans.

A hot length breeches your thighs, swiping the wetness spilling out of your heat. Cock coating in the horny sloppiness drenching your inner thighs. Hands clamp your waist, size sliding back out. Tip kissing your hole, seething inside your winking entrance.

The first thrusts has you babbling already. Spreading your walls open over his length in a way you dream of every night. Your mouth hangs open, right in front of the camera Jaemin’s angled to catch you front on.

“That’s it. Already all stupid and incoherent for me.” You nod. The voice muffled from the scarf tightly wrapped around your eyes and ears. Everything felt like Jeno, being wrong about that did not seem like the smartest option.

“More more!” You huff out. The depraved brainless sensation already triggered having your ass plugged up. Taking and taking every thrust of cock like you deserve it. Demanding to get fucked harder and faster. Your fingers dig into the bedding, grunting with each plummeting thrust. Losing your balance under the endless slamming to your backside. Sore tenderness already aching your muscles.

“Giving you all this dick and you still want more? Fucking stupid slut.” Jeno shoves the back of your head. Pushing your back forward. Untying the string keeping your hands together. Arms flopping down by your sides. Knees splitting open shooting pain up your inner thighs. He fucks into your faster. Body behind you curled up tense. Hatred he saved only for fucking you into submission when you really piss him off filling your core with each thrust.

“Yes! Yes p-plea..” your breaths cut off. Choking for air, Jeno punishing you with a hold on the back of your head. Keeping your face pressed into the bed as he jackhammers into you faster. Unforgiving and fast just how you liked. Asking for more cock like a fiend addicted, obsessed.

“That’s what you need hmm?” Jeno’s teeth grit. Biting out his words. Nose twitching as his hips jerk. Your heat sucking him down, head nodding rapidly. Mumbling screams into the bed as you climax.

He cums, throatily grunting. Pumping you a few more times before sliding free. Slapping your ass for an answer.

Jeno wouldn’t go first right? You try to reason, he wouldn’t.. but Jaemin? It’d been a few months, it was possible you’d stretched to Jeno’s size more than you’d realized.

“Rabbit?” You asks warily. Jeno growls picking you up, body slamming you onto your back.

“Stupid whore. Wrong.” He shoves your face, reaching for the gag.

Jaemin moves in, his turn next. Large hands cupping your thighs. A low mummered whisper with the new presence- “My turn, slut.”

Renjun grabs your chin, smushing your cheeks in until your mouth falls open. A wad of spit hitting your tongue after. Jeno forcefully shoving a ball gag inside. Tying the strap around you with expert speed. Jaemin hoists your lower half up, cock pushing in deep before you can get out a scream. Full size filling you up, setting off a light bulb- this was Jaemin.

“Fuck!” Jaemin groans. Adjusting your thighs over his, pelvic bone beating against you hard and rough. Fucking with a fierce pace right off. Fat cock forcing out all of Jeno’s cum, dribbling down to his balls. Noisy wet sounds flow out between your connected bodies. “Too tight for a whore. Need my cock to show you how a real slut should be.”

Jeno rolls his eyes behind the camera. Capturing the pornographic image of your tear stained jaw, the massive amounts of drool seeping down your chin. Chest bouncing and shining where it lands. Jerked and fucked up the bed. Jaemin fucking you with an intent to hurt, no time to adjust around his thick cock.

“Meant to be nothing but a hole.” Jaemin mumbles. A feeble attempt to keep his thoughts to himself. Too turned on after watching Jeno fuck you. Craving to leave you ruined and gaped, spread open showing everyone the cum painting your insides like a proud whore.

He holds himself up above you, meaty built arms flexing on camera. Hips digging you deeper and deeper into the matress.

“Who am I hmm? Don’t act stupid. You already know.” Jaemin groans chasing his release. The gag muffling you too much, screams making a mess of anything you may say.

Jaemin falls forward rolling his hips in demanding circles. Your chest rising under him in arch, milking his overbearing length as you cum again. Screaming like someone begging to be put out their misery. He rips the gag down, slapping your face to the side roughly. Cock thrumming inside of you, finishing off his load.

“Fuck me, ugh.” Pulling on the wet gag he spits down your mouth. Throwing in an extra thrust just to make you cry harder. Renjun climbing on shoving him off.

“Did she even guess?” He chuckles. Pushing on your shoulder until you roll over. Renjun straddles the backs of your thighs. Dick aching between his legs from waiting. What felt like minutes dragging on like hours. Jaemin helps him when you protests, starting to writhe around. Taking your arms holding them crossed down on your back.

“Try to last longer than me.” Jaemin winks, hardly visible with the silly mask on. Renjun scoffs, easing in slowly. A lot nicer than the prior, taking time to stretch you open. Not that it was needed at this point anymore.

You sigh, pressed down like an easy fuck doll ready to be taken by all.

“You’re so wet. How do you seriously stay so wet.” He cracks out a moan. Neck falling back, eyebrows tightening. Rubbing gentle circles on the side of your back. He pulls out to the tip, dropping his weight forward. Leaving you dizzy and cock drunk as he finds his rhythm.

“All she’s good for is taking cum.” Jaemin laughs. Assisting in the punishing thrusts with his muscles. Pushing you down to meet each glide of Renjun’s cock.

Renjun shakes his head laughing off whatever his friend’s saying anymore. Too consumed by how good you feel. Ass bouncing back against him making graphic sounds of skin slapping skin echo around the room.

He reaches for the back of your neck, rolling down his hips. Cock thrumming inside your walls. Moans breaking off with each pistoning glide in. Knowing in the back of his mind he won’t last as long as Jaemin had. Taking too much enjoyment in the way you cover his cock in wet heat and white cum.

“Fuck..ah fuck..” his grip on your neck tightens. Pussy clenching around his length, thrusting sloppier. Balls curling up begging him to let go. He breaks into a cry reaching for your shoulders. Manically fucking you for a minute longer. Pained cock screaming as he releases. Your hand smacking on the bed tapping repeatedly.

“Fox!! Fox!!” You whine. Circling back into him. Spent, as if you could fall asleep for an entire week after this.

Jaemin lets Renjun finish off on his own, your body gone beyond pliant. Moving on his knees to get off the bed, howling out as he climbs off.

“Ah, fuck dude! My toe!” Jaemin screams. Disrupting the horny viewers on the stream. Jabbing his foot into the metal bed frame on his way off. Mask slipping down covering his eyelids hindering his eye sight for a second. His footing missing, landing smack dab into the bed frame. Thumbnail pooling up with blood, foot throbbing.

“Shh!” Jeno shoves him off camera out to the hallway. Annoyed sparing another glance back into the room where Haechan’s getting up on the bed now.

“Dude! It hurts! Help me!” Jaemin cries. Bouncing on one foot. Jeno smacks the back of his friends head, pushing him into the bathroom down the hall.

“God, you’re such an idiot!” He rips out a first-aid kit you luckily had insisted on having. ‘In case of emergency’, what a stupid emergency.

“Good job baby. You have one guess left.” Haechan’s husky voice fills your ears. A dead give away it’s him, turning your exhausted body over. “Foxy, get the camera. You’re gonna wanna get a good shot of this.”

Renjun looks around confused, none of them had been talking this much. It wasn’t really a rule, but logical. He nods picking up the camera anyway, recording as Haechan lifts one of your legs up onto his shoulder.

He cups your face, skimming his fingers up shoving the mask off your eyes. Gasping for air, you stare up lost and disoriented. The bear mask coming into sight only for a second before he tosses it off to be forgotten.

His cock smears the cum seeping from your hole. Length drenched in the oozing loads you just took. Reaching down further below pulling at the plug meant to keep your ass unused. Like some type of guard hiding a princess in a castle from a beast. The beast would always figure out his way in.

“Want it?” Haechan smirks, leaning in with a soft kiss on your lower lip. Plug easing out in a loud pop.

“Haech-…uhh…Bear….dude this..” Renjun squeaks, swallowing down the bile saliva rising up. “I think you should…stop now..”

He doesn’t, ignoring the man standing there still hidden in a mask. Haechan asks you, again, kissing your upper lip. The flamed up cheeks around your nose, under your eyes.

“Tell me you want it. I know you do.”

You nod, clearing your throat. Lower half gaping from the loss of the plug. Desperation getting the better of you, itching to feel cock fill up every hole.

“Please, w-want.” You kiss back. Haechan’s smirk grows, his arrogant attitude only turning you on more. His fingertips tickle up up your sides, lifting your hands above your head. Holding you down in place, tip of his length circling your awaiting rim. He grunts, cum coated length inching in. The vice like grip wrapping around him sweeter than any. Like a forbidden fruit he was told to never take a bite of. Locking him out of heaven, left to scheme for his way in.

“Fuck, love fucking you so much.” He whimpers. Gliding in half-way. Brows wriggling together in pleasure. “Should be mine, could be mine.”

Only sound of panted drawn out breaths fill the room. A softness you hadn’t felt all night surrounding every thrust he gives you. Leaving no space of skin unmarked by his lips. Haechan continuously whispering how good you feel. How tight you get for him, how much you must want him.

“I want you too.” He puffs out. Renjun behind the camera shaking more. Flicking his eyes between the door and your bodies. Weighted doom looming the longer this goes on.

“Haechan…you…you should stop..” Renjun pleads. Ignored, the bodies before him too caught up in their own ministrations.

“You want me baby? Wanna be my baby?” Haechan questions, tongue wiggling inside your parted lips laving around together with yours. Moans playing between your mouths behind lack of air. Cock fully seated inside your ass circling his hips letting you feel every throbbing centimeter.

He squeezes your hands, dragging one down the bed pushing it between your bodies. Fingers tapping your sensitive bundle of nerves. Thrusting in time with the easy flicks and rubs on your clit. Orgasm persisting despite the last three. A new sensation paired with this one, clamping down on his cock with your ass as you whimper, exhausted. He slips down between your folds circling the release around your cunt. Thrusting in past your grip. Mind out of control as white hot liquid shoots out. Planting you with another kiss to hold his scream back.

“What..” Jeno returns, stumbling into the dark room reaking of sex. His eyes squinting taking in the sight before him. Flickering between the computer screen reflecting everything, Renjun stood with camera in hand. His face full of regret, fear, panic. Your lower half locked together with Haechan’s, both lost in yourselves.

Oblivious to his return, moaning breathlessly together. Haechan’s fingers pass through your sweat soaked hair. Puffed upper lip dragging between yours, pecking you softly. Jeno’s blinks rapidly, head shaking bringing himself back to reality. Rage immediately coursing through his fists, balling up as he stomps forward.

“Jeno…no!” Renjun squeaks. Wide gaze filled with fright. Familiar with Jeno’s temper, setting off sounds of an ambulance siren in his ears. Just imagining the blood bath he would leave Haechan in.

“Turn that fucking camera off right now!” Jeno snaps. A tight grip hauling Haechan’s shoulders back. Cock jostling, causing you both to hiss as he’s tossed down to the floor. Jeno mounting him in seconds. Fist in the air prepared to destroy his face.

Renjun throws the camera aside, left recording. Live stream continuing, the chat exploding with curious questions. Some betting money on who would win. Sounds of coins flooding through the more rowdy the audience gets. Jaemin steps in glancing back and forth. A water bottle dropping from his grip when Renjun pleads for help.

A loud crack sounds throughout the room, Jeno’s fist colliding into Haechan’s jaw. Shooting pain and taste of metal all around the other man’s mouth. Earth shattering screams behind him drowned out by the blocks of pure fury filling Jeno’s ears. Everything gone blurry, as if he could really beat his friend to a bloody pulp. Leave him to die within an inch of his life.

Jaemin and Renjun having to use all of their force to haul him away. Holding Jeno back with the weight of their bodies wrapped around his shoulders. Leaving the three men in a naked mess of a pile. Haechan’s head turning side to side groaning, poking his swelling jaw with the most gentle touch.

You fall from the bed, crawling on your knees to lift his head onto your lap. Heart thudding out of your chest as you try to stroke sweaty locks of hair off his forehead.

“It’s never enough for you..” Jeno’s appears deep in thought. Head slowly shaking, pulling free from his friends hold. “I’m never enough for you..”

Sighing you prop Haechan against your bed. Jeno had to come first, he’s your..boyfriend after all.

“Baby..” inching closer, you reach for his forearm. Jeno snatching away as if you burn to the touch. Taking steps back until he meets the wall, his head droops. Arms covering his chest as he grips his neck. As if he’s trying to ground himself, losing a battle with reality. “Jeno come on..”

“No!” Jeno screams. Standing up straight sporting huge unblinking eyes. “Don’t!”

“Hey hey, Jeno come on dude..” Jaemin steps in sharing a wide eyed gaze between where the two of you stand. Hand held up in Jeno’s direction as a silent plea. Jeno’s neck cracking loudly with the powerful snap of his head. Upper lip curling in threat toward his friend.

“Why am I even friends with any of you still?! What is this shit!” Jeno’s full blown yelling. Motioning to where you’ve retreated, doing your best to help Haechan up. His limp weight turning out to be a challenge. The fist Jeno attacked him with knocking him senseless and weak.

“Dude…it’s..I don’t think..” Renjun tries to reason. Knowing in the back of his mind Haechan wasn’t innocent. The idea of defending his friend evading him suddenly. Recalling the way Haechan had always..always been behind the events that took place.

Encouraging them to all hook up with you. Planting the idea to seduce you back at the beach house. Even jumping at the chance to purchase your onlyfans. Renjun blinks slowly, the shock ruining his composure. His lips part open, unveiling his disbelief. Watching you sit Haechan up on the edge of yours and Jeno’s bed.

“Did you..” Renjun gulps. Head shaking, having to straighten himself back out. Rolling back his shoulders before continuing on- “Haechan, did you want this?! You…you..”

“You like her don’t you.” Jeno interrupts his friend, stepping closer dawning a look of hatred. Disgusts tickling his tonsils, his fists raising. Only coming to a stop with Jaemin continuing to block his way.

Haechan’s head lifts, staring up at Jeno. A smirk creeping to the side of his lip not busted after his aim. Licking away the liquid metallic aftermath left behind on the other side.

“If I do?” Haechan asks. The ever pompous tone returning to his tone. Your gaze widening, perking up to move away. He stops you, circling your wrist firmly. Eyes softening as he meets yours. “I always have. Even after you used me.”

“What..”

“That’s enough.” Jeno snarls. His teeth bared like some crazed animal. Chest rippling demonstrating the pure rage shooting throughout his limbs. “Get the fuck out! All of you! GET THE FUCK OUT.”

Haechan stands, stretching his neck side to side. Dropping the hold on you, he moves easily. Grabbing his belongings.

“You’ve always been a fucking asshole Jeno.” He spits out. Venom leaking with each word, glancing at your lost expression before stepping out. It was too fast, it was all happening too fast.

His friends back away, holding out their palms. Asking for forgiveness without asking. Gathering up clothes shoved into piles off-camera. Renjun grimacing when he notices the red blinking light still recording everything. Smoothly shutting the camera off before exiting like he should have before. Leaving the streams chat a mess of fans screaming, claiming false accusations. Betting this would be a skit that would end in fucking their favorite step-sister unconscious.

“Why are you just sitting there.” Jeno barks, startling you. Looking up to find his eyes blaring into you.

“What?..what do you mean?! Jeno I didn’t..”

“Are you fucking serious right now?!” Jeno shouts. Reaching for hair, gathering clumps in a painful pull. He looks deranged. Every vein tracing his figure nearly throbbing.

“Jeno!” You stand to stop him. Only to be met with nothing as you reach for him. Jeno too quick, rushing to back away from you.

“Don’t fucking touch me! Just leave! I can’t..” he chokes out. Water filling his broken stare. “I can’t..I can’t stand looking at you. I can’t fucking stand you existing right now. Just leave.”

“This isn’t fair!” You panic. Wrapping around yourself, terrified. Jeno never cried..not in front of you.

“I can’t do this with you anymore.” Jeno glares at you. An emotional and cold look speaking volumes setting off bombs in your ears. “You..”

Jeno sighs, a heavy sigh. The will to fight and try leaving him with it. His neck falling back, hands shaking away any feeling left. The skin over his knuckles tender after clenching them for so long.

“You don’t love me.” Jeno whispers, huffing a breath of air from his nose. Cutting you off before you can protests the accusation. “You never have. Just leave.”

He steps out, bedroom door slamming shut behind him. Leaving you alone, again.

——————————————————————

The phone rings three times, leaving you biting your nails in panic. Each ring sounding longer than the last.

“Hello?”

“Hey, it’s me..”

“Yea. I know.”

“Can I come over?”

“..okay.”

a/n: as usual, not really proofed😅💙

I wish we’d never fucked and I mean that—>

@seuomo @unknown5tar @sunoosi @ahsshilee-me @nabi-nono @nc-teen @if-i-like-i-reblog @johnjaespeach @nohyuckieduckie @gomjohnny @xxhoseoksie

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[wh6res]

WHEN YOU FIND OUT HE HAS AN ONLYFANS BC HE ACCIDENTALLY CASTED HIS LAPTOP SCREEN TO THE SMART TV

feat. the ‘00 line : tw suggestive

✰ — RENJUN is mortified. wtf his screen turned black right as he was cropping off his face from the video of himself masturbating in the car, where he does most of his onlyfans content bc duh he can’t do it in the apartment. you were always straight home after classes. a homebody. he cant just splay himself on the bed and moan and whine loudly to his heart’s content or else you’ll hear him and god no he’d rather die than you finding out he has an onlyfans. but just as he was furiously pressing the space button of his laptop to get it work somehow, your head pokes inside the door. “uhm, renjun i think you accidentally casted your screen on the tv” “ha ha what? no i did not” and right on cue, he hears the very distinct “ugh baby bet you want this cock in your mouth don’t you? i do too” coming from the living room and his cheeks were tinged red when he fell to his knees. “yn please let me explain!”

✰ — JENO is proud. you and him are quite close, he wouldn’t call it being bestfriends but still, he’s comfortable in your presence and so are you with him. its not that he’s keeping his onlyfans a secret, it’s just you never really asked anyway so he didn’t tell you anything. you and him were chilling in the living room like always. just you getting some readings done on the coffee table while he edits his pictures on the sofa. he had his earphones on and everything and was just doing quick last touchups for this latest nude pic he’s going to post tonight. just when his laptop screen turned black, the smart tv opened on its own, you and jeno’s eyes widened questioningly until there it was. his nude pic; standing before the gym’s locker room mirror, holding his hard dick on one hand, phone on the other, with his tongue teasingly peaking out. “okay but can i see the real thing right now?” jeno doesn’t let the shock paint his features. simply, he smirks.“fine but no drooling”

✰ — HAECHAN is shameless. he’d be kinda confused as to why his laptop’s screen suddenly turned black on him while he’s editing the audio for a new video he’ll be uploading in the weekend. he’d be plugging up his laptop charger bc he thought the device was drained, until he heard slick sounds and his moans coming from the living room. where you were. holy shit. when he bolts out his room, he finds you choking on your chips, sat upright on the couch as you can’t even take your eyes off the screen. he was going to apologize but when he saw the pink tinge on your cheeks and the way your legs clenched as you watched the video of him jerking himself off, he didn’t feel sorry. “are you that fascinated that you can’t take your eyes off my cock, baby? there’s more where that came from” and when you shyly waddled inside his room well... “hey wanna make a sex video with me? we can split the money”

✰ — JAEMIN is clueless. so like jeno, jaem over here isn’t going crazy trying to keep his onlyfans a secret. he wanted to tell you initially about it but the topic was never breached in everyday conversation until eventually he forgot to tell you about it completely. he had been streaming live that night until his toe might’ve accidentally pressed the button that said screencast just as he was about to cum all over his hands. meanwhile you in the living room, raised an eyebrow when the movie cuts and you see him on screen, right when he says “i wish you were here with me. your pussy would feel amazing choking my cock” when his stream was over, he hears a knock on his bedroom door and he immediately put his pjs back on before opening it. “hey jaem thanks for free content, thats some good stuff you have there. maybe i can join in sometime, okay thats all i have to say! bye~” “uh wait hold tf up what do you mean”

✰ — YANGYANG is relieved. okay so yeah he’s keeping it a secret but only because from what he remembers, you were always more on the conservative side. bb is scared you might kick him out if you find out he’s a content creator at onlyfans. okay definitely, his secret keeping needs a little bit of work because he literally left the tab open, right on his profile. you and him were working on a project together and you had insisted he casts his laptop screen on the tv for the presentation file and boiiiii he accidentally casted the wrong tab omfg im dying. his fingers trembled trying to find the uncast button as the most recent video he posted autoplayed “hey babe, you back? daddy’s been waiting for such a long time i missed your sweet pussy” but he pauses when he hears you laughing. “omg yangyang! i cant believe you have a daddy kink wtf!” well at the end of the day, he’s just relieved he doesn’t have to hide it from you anymore and he can still live here.

✰ — SHOTARO is cheeky. okay if yalls think he’s going to be all innocent and embarrassed and soft uwu about the whole thing lmao hell no. i dont think he is. i bet he’s hiding all that sexayyy charisma under that cute face and it’s also probably why he’d have a hoard of people on his onlyfans. addicted to the contrast of that cute, soft voice of his going deep and domineering when the led lights in his room turn red. okay so you were running around the room almost late to your appointment when he “accidentally” hits screencast on his laptop. and suddenly the smart tv opened and he tried gulping down his laughter when you literally stopped in your tracks and watched the video of him unfold. “i bet baby’s laying down right now with her fingers shoved inside her cunny, getting off at the sight of my cock, hm slut?” your eyes widened like saucers and shit your pussy just clenched. “taro wtf is that-that you?” “i don’t know, why don’t you come here and find out, baby?”

headcanon reqs are open bitches !! had so much fun making this lmao idk alot abt onlyfans so im sorry if some of the details are wrong :'>

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[yunoysl]

𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 (𝐥.𝐦𝐡)

Mark is made aware that the 00 liners think you, his girlfriend, are hot.

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: breast/nipple play, fingering, unprotected sex, exhibitionist, hair pulling, small degradation, creampie, slightly rough sex

When the 00 line admitted to Mark when they were drunk that they find you hot, at first he got kinda jealous and upset, but then he got the sudden idea of doing it with you in front of them.

The next day after that he called you and told you what they admitted to him. You were very shocked when you found out. You had been friends with them since before you and Mark started dating. You never saw them that type of way.

Mark forgot about it until two weeks later when you called him and asked if movie night was still on. He said yes, of course, when he realized he could take notice of how they react to you—even told you to wear a skirt instead did your usual sweatpants. Mark didn’t tell you his plan, but he knew you wouldn’t be opposed to it.

When you arrived you were thankfully wearing an oversized hoodie—his to be specific and most likely not wearing anything underneath it—and Mark’s favorite skirt that just barely covered your ass.

“Hi Y/N” they greated you once they saw you.

“Hi guys. You excited for movie night?”

“Always”

He took notice of the way they stared at you when you were bent over grabbing a drink from the fridge, you being completely unaware of the lustful stares you were getting.

“What movie are we watching today” you took a seat on the couch, the 00 line crowding around you to sit down. Renjun and Haechan sitting on the floor, Jeno on the reclining chair, and Jaemin on the couch next to you and Mark.

In the middle of the movie, you feel Mark’s cold hands slip under your shirt. You don’t think anything of it, this isn’t something new he’s done, but then his hand starts moving up towards your breast

“Mark...” you look to the side to see Jeno is looking at you, watching Mark start to play with your breast. “Jeno’s watching”

“Let him, put on a show for him to enjoy” he pulls your bra down, your bare nipples brushing against the fabric of your—his—hoodie. He takes your right breasts into his hands, fondling with it under your hoodie. Mark’s cold hand has you shivering. After a while he finishes playing with your breasts to pinch your nipples, taking turns with each one, his free hand reaching down to your skirt, pushing your underwear aside to feel your wet pussy. You whimper as he’s rubs your clit, when you suddenly remember that you’re not alone.

You look up to see all of them—Haechan, Jeno, Jaemin and Renjun—looking at you and Mark. You don’t even bother to let Mark know that there’s an audience, too occupied with one of his hands pinching and pulling your nipples and the other playing with your pussy, your arousal gathering on them.

Jeno is in a trance watching you both, Renjun is trying to watching the movie in front of him and not the much more interesting scene happening in the room, and Jaemin and Haechan are grabbing their crotches, feeling themselves harden.

Mark dips his head down to take one of your nipples into his mouth, watching as the 00 line get turned on watching you both.

“Do you want them watching you? If you’re uncomfortable we can stop-“

“No- no umm... I want this. I’m okay with this” You make eye contact with them to assure that they’re okay watching.

They are.

Mark slips two fingers into your wet pussy—easily sliding in—as he sucks on your nipples, taking turns giving both of them the much needed attention they needed. His fingers curl to find your g-spot, making you bite your lip to stop your moans from escaping. You close your legs around his hand, but that didn’t stop Mark.

“You’re so cute, crying to conceal your moans” he leans into your ear, “let them hear you. Let them know that only I can make you feel this way” you see as Jaemin and Haechan have pulled their cocks out of their pants, tips angry and red as they thrusts their hands up and down their members. Jeno is trying desperately to look anywhere but you and Renjun is still trying to focus on the movie, but the imprint in his sweats give it away.

Mark is scissoring his fingers inside you when you finally come undone on his fingers, your nails digging into his arm as you do. You watch with heavy eyes as he takes his fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean.

He pushes you down into the couch, your ass in the air as he enters you, his cock sinking deep into you as you manage to fit all of him in one go. Your whimpering into the couch cushion as he delivers hard thrusts into you, almost knocking the air out of you.

You look to the side when you hear moans to see all of the 00 line’s pants gone, no longer trying to be quiet and their cocks out as they touch themselves, very turned on at the sight of Mark ruining you.

The movie long forgotten by now.

You feel so good and full, and you’re also enjoying the attention you’re getting from the 00 line, the view of them pleasuring themselves to you making you clench around Mark.

Mark manhandles you and pulls your hair to use it as leverage to you up into his chest. He fucks you from behind, the 00 liners watching as Mark fucks you into next week, his cock hitting you in all the right places. He pushes you back down into the couch and holds your hands behind your back, pushing you into the perfect arch as he pounds into you harder and faster.

“You’re so wet. So pretty” you whine from the feeling of his hand having a right grip on your hip, delivering thrusts that almost have you passing out and seeing stars.

“You’re clenching me so hard. Does having an audience turn you on? Are you such a slut that having people watch you makes you wetter?” He rolls his hips into you, thrusting into you until the only thing escaping your mouth are the cries of his name.

“I’m gonna-“ tears threaten to fall from your eyes.

“Come for me. Let them know who can have you screaming like this” You’re so lost in the feeling of his cock you don’t notice you already came around him.

Your pussy clenches around Mark as he fucks you deeper, chasing his own orgasm, “Fuck!” He groaned finally cumming inside you.

The 00 line also follows right after, their cum shooting onto the floor and their bodies, making a mess around them.

Mark pulls out of you and pulls you into his chest as his cum leaks onto his thighs. “Did you enjoy that”

“More than I thought I would” Mark laughs at that.

You look to see the 00 line cleaning up before heading to their rooms, their faces slightly red at the embarrassment they were feeling. You and Mark laugh at them, hoping to have it happen again as that was the best sex you’ve both had yet.

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[nctsjiho]

Your Fault

warnings: strong language, consumption of alchol, mention of death without actual death, very much angst

era: July 7th 2021

❀ NCT 127's 5th anniversary isn't a day to celebrate and be happy for everyone

To Doyoung:

“Happy 5th anniversary oppa!”

“I hope you and the boys are having a great time <3”

JiHo stared at her phone intently waiting for the “sent” at the bottom of her screen to turn into “read”. She had been staring at her phone like that for nearly an hour, yet nothing changed. The girl knew that the boys were busy, but somewhere she hoped that she’d hear from them. Besides the short “wished you could be with us” message she had received the evening before from Taeyong she hadn’t heard from anyone else. Of course JiHo was aware that the boys were busy, but was it a crime to feel left out and maybe want a phone call or something more than a “wished you could be with us” from anyone?

And so JiHo continued to stare at her phone, everything on the small screen getting progressively more blurry as time went on. Her eyes were straining, one almost pressed shut, the other slowly going cross-side. Her right hand, which wasn’t holding the phone, reached out to the glass bottle on her desk. A quick shake letting her know it was empty. So she reached for the other one, opening it skilfully with one hand – like she did with the other two bottles now empty on her desk – and bringing it up to her lips. “Must be nice hm~ Being an idol or whatever…”

“I’m glad you came over.” Sihyun, JiHo’s Esteem manager that lives with her, said as she grabbed the boy’s coat off his shoulders. The piece of clothing, along with his hair, slightly damp caused by the light drizzle outside. “JiHo’s been a bit sensitive and doesn’t let me in her room. She doesn’t want to talk to me at all.” Jaemin watched the woman’s face full of worry. He gave her a small reassuring smile and then glanced at the door leading to JiHo’s room. “I’ll try to talk to her.” Thanking Jaemin, Sihyun then excused herself, telling him she had to run some late night errands.

Not knowing what was happening behind the closed door of the bedroom, Jaemin knocked a few times. “Unnie~ Just leave me- leave me alone.” JiHo hiccupped between her words, her speech sounding a bit slurred. She had been drinking? JiHo?

Without a second thought Jaemin pushed the door open. A jumbled mess of protests escaped JiHo’s lips, but she froze in her chair as soon as her eyes locked with Jaemin. “What… are you doing here?” She muttered to the best of her abilities. “Coming to check up on you.” He neared the girl and poked at the bottles and the mess on her desk. “Clearly you need it.” His tone sounded very much disappointed and for a split second JiHo felt her heart ache, but she quickly turned defensive. “I do not!”

A sigh escaped deep from Jaemin’s chest and he pulled JiHo to sit on the edge of her bed next to him. “Since when do you drink?” It was quiet for a bit. JiHo looked at the bottle of the alcoholic beverage in her hand, swirling it around by circling her wrist and then started to giggle to herself. “A new hobby?” She turned to Jaemin, a big smile on her lips – however Jaemin could see the sadness behind it easily. “It’s fun. Feeling… Nothing! I can barely feel my… my lips.” Her body swayed from side to side prompting Jaemin to grab her by her shoulders and hold her in place. “It’s fun until you wake up with a hangover tomorrow.” He scoffed. “Can’t get a hangover if I don’t sleep.” She said, before turning to her desk. She then pointed at the box of another 9 bottles of alcohol next to it on the floor. “Or if I don’t stop drinking.” She grinned.

“Yah! What’s wrong with you?” Jaemin’s patience ran dry quickly. He just felt so furious seeing how badly JiHo was treating her own body. She never drank and now she was planning to drink 12 bottles of alcohol? Drinking herself straight into the hospital, and if it weren’t for Jaemin being here, maybe straight into her own grave. “This is strong alcohol! For all I know you can’t even handle it, so what made you decide to drink now huh?” He yelled, anger only rising watching the girl just stare at him with wide, innocent eyes.

Those same eyes turned to look at her laptop, located on the desk she sat at earlier. The NCT 127 online fanmeeting being streamed, muted.

Of course Jaemin knew it was NCT 127’s 5th anniversary, he knew it must’ve affected JiHo in some way, even if she kept insisting she was going to be fine and was happy for the boys. She even said that she wasn’t “part of the group since debut, so it wouldn’t even be my 5th anniversary” and everyone just had to nod and smile.

“Is that a reason to potentially drink yourself to death?” Jaemin poked her side – maybe a bit too harsh – to gain her attention again; she seemed to be zoning out every few seconds. “What else was I supposed to do? I’m tired of keeping things in.” She sneered at him and it was almost as if she didn’t drink anything. She sounded much more coherent than just a minute earlier. “Aren’t you doing just that though? Drinking on your own. Not letting Sihyun noona in? We keep telling you to talk to us, yet all you do is keep things in. The hyungs even took you out to do stuff and get your mind off things yet you get home and do the thing you always do.”

JiHo felt every drop of alcohol leave her system as she heard the somewhat condescending tone in her friend’s voice. “What the fuck? So this is my fault-“ “Kinda, yes! You just sit here feeling sorry for yourself while everyone is worried over you! We’re your friends for a reason JiHo. There are so many people who care for you, just start fucking talking when you feel down like this.”

The blood inside of JiHo’s veins started to boil and at the same time she felt tears pricking behind her eyes. “You think it’s that easy? What am I supposed to say? That I feel upset that I can’t be with 127 now? Okay. Then what about it? Me telling you this won’t change shit!” “At least you should stop lying and stop telling everyone you’re fine when you’re not! Why do you continue keeping things a secret from everyone?” Both JiHo and Jaemin’s chest rose and fell at a rapid pace. “But I guess you’re good at that anyway.” He added in a mumble.

Once the words registered in JiHo’s mind, the bottle that started to hover towards her lips was quickly forgotten. “What do you mean by that?” Jaemin just shrugged his shoulders and turned his gaze away from JiHo. “Jaemin? What do-“ “You were supposed to debut in 2016 with NCT U?” JiHo’s eyes widened and she pushed herself to stand up. “How’d you know-“ “Then they asked you to debut in 127? Also with us… In Dream?” “How do you know?” Was the only thing JiHo could say.

“Does it matter?” Jaemin yelled, standing up as well. “Why do you continue to keep secrets from us? Do you not trust us? Is that why you sit here alone? Drinking and crying alone.” The boy watched as JiHo stood in front of him wordlessly. He could see how his words were affecting her, but he wanted to be selfish for once. He wanted to let JiHo know how frustrating things were for him and his friends. He was well aware of how JiHo had her own worries and hardships, but if she never wanted to confide in anyone, then he was allowed to be mad right?

The only sound filling the room was both of their ragged breathing and the occasional shift from one foot to the other. The silence was almost deafening, a ringing shooting up JiHo’s clouded mind making her feel like she was going to lose it any second now. Her friend sending hurtful glares her way didn’t help ease the growing pain either.

“You’re right. I could’ve debuted in 2016, what about it?” JiHo whispered, afraid that her talking too loud would send surges of pain into her brain. “Why did you hide it from us? Why didn’t you say yes back then?” Jaemin interrogated her. “There was no reason to tell you if it didn’t happen. I didn’t debut so telling you I could’ve wouldn’t change a thing. I’m not in Dream, I didn’t debut in U and clearly now, I’m not in 127 either. Jaemin… It doesn’t matter anymore…” JiHo’s voice stayed as calm as possible.

“How long have you known Jaemin?” JiHo spoke up again as Jaemin didn’t say anything. She felt the tension grow exponentially, the pressure on her body and more noticeably her head increasing and bothering her more as well. “I heard it during that last meeting you had with Yebin noona and Mister Lee Soo Man…” JiHo let out a small chuckle, shaking her head in disbelief. “I guess we’re eavesdropping and keeping secrets from me as well.”

She brought the glass bottle still in her hands to her lips, throwing her head back, to down as much of the liquid as possible. Before she could finish it all in one go, Jaemin gripped the bottle and pulled it away from her. “It’s not the same, JiHo!”

The liquid rushed from between JiHo’s lips, making a wet patch on her grey sweatpants. She could feel her throat and lungs burning as she coughed, caused by the alcohol going down her windpipe instead.

Jaemin watched her with concern painting his features, his hand slowly caressing her back hoping it would ease her violent coughs. “I’m sorry. Are you okay?” He whispered and JiHo gave him a small nod as her body calmed down.

The two 00 liners stayed like that for a while, with Jaemin’s eyes burning at the back of JiHo’s downturned head. Even after JiHo’s body stopped shaking violently, Jaemin’s concern continued to grow. It was only when he noticed the drops, which only could be tears, fall onto her sweatpants and create even more wet spots, that he decided to step in.

Jaemin’s hand securely gripped JiHo’s shoulder and he pulled her up to face him. A gasp left the boy’s mouth as he watched large tears spill from his friend’s eyes. “Ji…” It proved incredibly difficult to speak when he was faced with a situation he wasn’t ready to deal with. Maybe Jaemin shouldn’t have confronted her the way he did. Maybe acting like everything was fine wouldn’t have caused him to witness JiHo at possibly the worst she has felt.

It became a full minute of Jaemin staring into JiHo’s pain- and tear-filled eyes, feeling like he could drown in them himself, before a loud pained sob brought him to reality. The sudden jolt of JiHo’s body forward made Jaemin act quickly and pulled the girl into his chest. His hand, just as quickly, found its way into JiHo’s slightly tangled hair.

“I’m… sor- so sorry.” JiHo sobbed into his chest, tears soaking through even the thicker material of the boy’s jumper. Jaemin could feel his sweater start to stick against his chest, yet what felt more uncomfortable than the damp piece of clothing was the feeling of JiHo’s body shaking in his hold.

As best as he could, Jaemin tried to soothe JiHo. Almost like taking care of a crying toddler, he swayed the girl from side to side. His lips were pressed against the shell of JiHo’s ear as Jaemin whispered affirmations into her skin. “Don’t apologise... Stop apologising.”

“I’m only bringing the team down-” “Shh JiHo. Stop that.” He told her, as his fingers continued to comb through her hair, slowly and carefully detangling it along the way. JiHo pressed her eyes tighter as even more tears spilled from her cheeks and pushed herself closer into Jaemin’s grasp.

Mouth agape, a sob that was building up in his own chest was threatening to fall from Jaemin’s own lips. “You don’t deserve any of this JiHo, you only deserve the best.” JiHo only shook her head, but didn’t dare to speak again. “You do... You really do.”

The night in the capital of South-Korea was never really that dark. Lights always seemed to find their way past the pulled back blinds of any building that wasn’t directly blocked by another one due to bad city planning. So even during the darkest time of day, even when all the lights inside have been dimmed, somehow, it was still light enough to see inside.

So when Jaemin pulled back to look at JiHo’s face, her eyes still tightly pressed shut - which pained him immensely - Jaemin could see the light reflecting off of her wet cheeks.

Feeling two hands being placed on her burning cheeks, JiHo finally decided to open her eyes again. A few more tears rolled over her cheeks onto Jaemin’s thumbs, but luckily no new ones seemed to form. “I’m sorry for everything, all this drama. It’s my fault.” Jaemin shook his head and pulled the girl back, this time to hide his own tears that were starting to form. “Please stop apologising, it’s not your fault.”

“But-” JiHo sighed, her arms found their way around Jaemin’s small waist. “I hate that it’s always about me. I don’t want to be this cliche ‘emotional girl with so many problems and everyone has to pay attention to her problems’. I don’t want that. I don’t want to burden you guys with that, but I also don’t want that kind of attention. I know people already hate me for being in a boy’s group. I don’t want my stupid problems to be the only thing that people assiociate me with NCT.”

“Your problems are not stupid JiHo. And though I understand what you’re saying, I think it’s worse to keep it in. If anything, keeping it in just makes us worry about you more and may get you more attention. JiHo I know things suck right now, and I can’t imagine how you’re feeling with everything going on right now, but… Please just talk to us when things are bothering you. We all love you.”

At those last words JiHo loudly sniffled back some stray tears. She pressed herself into Jaemin’s warm embrace and softly nodded her head. “From now on I will. I promise. And…” JiHo looked up at Jaemin, sending him a small smile that he gratefully reciprocated. “I love you guys too. You’re all I have here and that’s enough to make me stay.”

Jaemin’s hand resumed with his previous ministrations. A deep sigh left his lips as he rested his head atop of JiHo’s. “Everything will be just fine.” Jaemin pressed a kiss against JiHo’s hair. “As long as we stay together everything will be just fine.”

#jiho.writings #nct 24th member #nct addition #nct female member #nct imagines #nct angst #nct jaemin angst #nct extra member #nct additional member #nct female addition #kpop!addition #kpop!oc

[inhyvck]

NCT DREAM; 00' LINE . . . . Fem!reader

⠀⠀⠀⠀➥ Things they do before going to bed with you •ଓ.°

↻ Genre; Fluff, a bit of crack

↻Warnings; Mild cursing

A/n; hhh my first nct dream fic— well, more of a headcanon thing than a fic. Keep in mind i just started stanning them so i apologize for any incorrect presentations. (Kinda got carried away with haechan's. Akdbjd)

❏ ⨾ RENJUN

You two are normal lol, cuddles before bed, just basking in each other's arms, enjoying each other's warmth.

Not until, "Renjun, I'm hungry," you looked up at him with a pout. "Love, it's 10 pm."

"so? I am really hungry," you whined, renjun finally giving in to go to the kitchen to make something quick with you following behind. This happens every other night, usually when it's either your time of the month or just when it happens.

You settled on some instant ramen and renjun adding a "special twist" just for you. Once getting your fill on food, you brushed your teeth once again and got ready to actually go to sleep.

❏ ⨾ JENO

You are always scolding him every night before you go to sleep cause he always plays games until late. You are honestly so concerned with for his addiction to his games it's almost unhealthy.

"Baby can you please sleep early for once? I need sleep too," you whined. And surprisingly, tonight he actually listened. Turning off his phone and placing it on the night stand. He wraps his arm around your side, spooning you.

❏ ⨾ HAECHAN

"Babe, can you turn on the aircon?" He says as soon as you sat down on your side of the bed. You sigh before getting up to turn it on. "Thank you baby." You shoot him a smile, and as you were about to get in bed, "Actually, can you turn off the night light, it's kinda bright," he asks you again. You were slowly losing patience.

"I love you baby," he said in a sorry not sorry tone. You plopped once again on the bed, just sitting there waiting for heachan to drop another request only to here silence and quiet taps on the phone. You took a deep breath of relief.

"One last thing babe—"

"I swear to god haechan if you ever just tell me to do or get something i will fucking break you neck and—"

"I was just gonna ask for a goodnight kiss." You blinked a few times, releasing a deep sigh before tucking yourself under the duvet and giving haechan the kiss he requested before cuddling you to sleep.

❏ ⨾ JAEMIN

He does this every night. He would turn off the lights, turn on the humidifier and set it to the purple light setting, creating this glowing purple mist effect.

And to be honest, you liked it as well. It was a routine both of you grew onto each other while you read a book for a chapter or two before going to bed.

"Aren't you tired?" You said before a yawn escaped your lips. "A few more minutes love, this chapter is really good." You hummed in response as you tucked yourself inside the blanket, snuggling into his waist, your head on his stomach.

His hand finds itself unconsciously running through your hair making you melt into his touch. As soon as jaemin finishes the chapter, he only noticed you sound asleep with your head on his stomach. He adjusted himself to lay down comfortably on the bed, carefully not to wake you up.

#🎮 — rrenworks #nct #nct dream #nct fluff #nct dream fluff #nct imagines #nct scenarios #nct dream imagines #nct dream scenarios #renjun #huang renjun #jeno #lee jeno #haechan #lee haechan #jaemin #na jaemin

[asthmark]

❝ chemistry ❞ o.st

synopsis → osaki shotaro moving to town means trips to the dance studio, boba dates, and the perpetual teasing of lee donghyuck. 

pairing → shotaro, reader

requested? → yes! based off @onlyjihoons​​’s shipping game answer ♡

word count → 5.5k (this was supposed to be 1k.... goodbye.)

a/n → i enjoy writing texting scenes WAY too much ;; tbh this is like 50% texts im cryign but i had to convey how much i love 00 line .... and also how firmly i believe in lee donghyuck devil supremacy. as always, feedback is greatly appreciated and enjoy! 

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if someone were to ask you how you felt about your friends, you would without any hesitation, answer that you loved them to death. of course, if you were being completely honest, you would also have to add that you experienced the urge to strangle them from time to time. that might earn you a couple odd stares but you’re sure people would be more understanding if they knew who was in your inner circle to begin with.

for starters, there was lee jeno — tall, handsome, and the textbook definition of a gentleman. then, na jaemin, who you would consider to be the yin to jeno’s yang. an extremely energetic guy and, in your book, a total freak of nature ever since you found out that he inhales four shots of espresso on the daily. liu yangyang was a more recent addition to your group but, being as quick-witted as he was, he quickly fit right in. he also had a habit of going on somewhat aggressive rants in german which renjun found to be extremely amusing. speaking of, huang renjun was another one of your close friends — the shortest of the group, actually. (and, much to renjun’s dismay, that’s exactly how donghyuck liked to introduce him to people.) he was the type of guy you could trust to keep everyone in check which consequently made you mildly terrified of him.

however, it could never compare to the perpetual fear you have of lee donghyuck. 

of course, you love him to pieces but sometimes you really wish he didn’t find so much joy in, well, making everyone miserable. you couldn’t deny it was funny to watch him tease and taunt your other friends. you still remember him purposefully messing up renjun’s game at the local arcade just when he was about to reach his high score — and also the way renjun had tackled him to the floor right then and there, resulting in the six of you being banned from the place. or, that time he offered to pay for everyone’s starbucks orders only to tell the barista that jaemin’s name was ben dover. (to no one’s surprise, yangyang had found that joke particularly hilarious.) you can also clearly recall how hard you had laughed in both of those situations.

but, donghyuck never let anyone laugh for too long.

according to him it was ’only fair’ to make sure each of his friends was at the receiving end of his gags. so, despite laughing at his latest victim’s expense, each of you knew that donghyuck would make sure you were in the same position sooner or later.

you definitely weren’t expecting it to be your turn one dull friday evening.

things are going slow for you as you sit at your desk, typing away on your laptop. school has been out for hours and your professors have decided to be saints and leave you little homework for the weekend. beside you, your phone dings, alerting you of the new text message in your group chat.

[4:23 pm] hyuck: i’m bored 🥺

[4:23 pm] you: plz never use that emoji again

[4:24 pm] nana: it’s misleading dude

[4:25 pm] yangx2: yeah like when have u ever made a face that isn’t this 😈

[4:25 pm] renjun: donghyuck is the devil = confirmed

[4:25 pm] nana: CALLED IT

[4:26 pm] hyuck: u guys are literally so evil

jeno laughed at “u guys are literally so evil”

[4:27 pm] jeno: look who’s talking lol

[4:27 pm] you: dangg u know it’s bad when lee jeno disses u

[4:28 pm] jeno: ...ngl it kinda feels like ur shading me rn

[4:28 pm] you: u would be correct :)

[4:29 pm] hyuck: um HELLO can u guys go back to paying attention to me???

[4:29 pm] renjun: what do u want, diva?

[4:29 pm] hyuck: i just wanna spend some quality time with my best friends ;(

renjun disliked “i just wanna spend some quality time with my best friends ;(”

yangx2 disliked “i just wanna spend some quality time with my best friends ;(”

you disliked “i just wanna spend some quality time with my best friends ;(”

nana disliked “i just wanna spend some quality time with my best friends ;(”

jeno disliked “i just wanna spend some quality time with my best friends ;(”

[4:30 pm] hyuck: OH COME ON

[4:30 pm] yangx2: i think what u meant to say is that u wanna make one of us very miserable today, right?

[4:30 pm] hyuck: .....no comment

nana renamed the group chat “hyuck hate club”

[4:31 pm] hyuck: ok i’m honestly feeling so attacked right now

[4:31 pm] jeno: well now u know what it’s like to be friends with u

[4:31 pm] you: so true king omg ur on a roll

[4:32 pm] hyuck: hmm okay so either jeno or y/n is gonna be today’s target, got it

[4:32 pm] hyuck: anyway can u guys come down to the dance studio now??

[4:32 pm] you: what makes u think i would go anywhere near u when i know ur plotting ur revenge on me as we speak

[4:32 pm] hyuck: because maybe i’ll have mercy on u and just terrorize jeno instead

[4:33 pm] you: good enough for me! thnx bestie, see u soon!!

[4:33 pm] jeno: HEY

nana laughed at “good enough for me! thnx bestie, see u soon!!”

[4:34 pm] yangx2: u literally cannot trust anyone in this friend group

[4:34 pm] renjun: ikr isn’t it great???

you might have been slightly out of your mind to willingly go see donghyuck knowing you had teased him in your group chat earlier. although, if there was a slight chance he would show you mercy if you did hang out with him, you were going to take it.

the studio was where you had first met donghyuck, along with the rest of your friends due to the dance classes you attended. after bumping into each in between classes and during practice, you began to get well acquainted. turns out, the six of you actually got along incredibly well and after a while, you began to share routines and tips, even choreographing together from time to time. obviously, this led to the infamous group chat being formed and lots of time spent outside the studio as well.

but, none of you had lost that love for dancing. in fact, forming your little clique had only made it grow. as you opened the front doors of the building you had made so many memories in, you wondered if donghyuck wanted your insight on a certain routine or needed some help choreographing. of course, there was also the possibility that he really was just bored and wanted you to suffer with him.

what you did not expect, however, was to see him caught up in conversation with another person. you couldn’t clearly see them with donghyuck in the way; all you knew for certain was that your best friend’s mouth was moving a mile a minute. you tentatively tiptoe into the room, hoping to not intrude on their discussion. but, at hearing the doors creak open, donghyuck puts his rant on pause to enthusiastically wave you over.

you sigh, putting your belongings down and approaching the pair. as you near, you notice that hyuck has a huge smile — no, smirk — on his face. you internally curse yourself for believing that he would ever pass up an opportunity to torment you, especially in front of a stranger.

“this is a very dear friend of mine,” you hear him introduce to his acquaintance. “her name is y/n. she dances, too.”

“oh, that’s really cool!”

the stranger’s unusually cheery tone prompts you to finally peek behind donghyuck and put a face to the voice.

and what a face he has.

“this is shotaro,” donghyuck informs you. “he’s new to town and quite the dancer. caught him in the middle of a routine.”

your knees almost wobble as you take in the stranger — shotaro’s — kind eyes that almost sparkle. (you aren’t sure if it’s because of the fluorescent lights of the studio or just part of his charm.) his lips are curved up into a friendly smile that makes you feel slightly giddy. his hair falls into his face almost perfectly, not a strand out of place and you’re uncertain as to how that’s even possible since, as donghyuck had said, he was dancing. not to mention, there’s not a bead of sweat on his face. did this guy come straight out of a disney movie or something?

“excuse her,” donghyuck chuckles. “good looking people tend to make her freeze up. don’t worry, this happened when she met me, too.”

you offer your friend a glare and an elbow to the side and you swear you hear shotaro chuckle. you turn to him instead, putting on a welcoming smile.

“my bad, i just—”

“got lost in his eyes?”

you pinch the bridge of your nose. “donghyuck, please don’t make me have to attack you in front of our guest.”

more giggles escape shotaro. (you swear it’s the prettiest thing you’ve ever heard.) you curiously tilt your head at him.

“sorry, it’s just that, you guys are too funny,” he admits with a sheepish smile.

you mirror his grin, slightly relieved he was amused instead of weirded out. “yeah, well, just wait ’til you meet the rest of us. it’s like a circus show, you’ll love it.”

“hello, clowns!”

“speak of the devil,” donghyuck murmurs, watching as yangyang and renjun enter, followed by jeno and jaemin.

“woah, who’s the cutie?” yangyang asks renjun, in what you presume he thinks is a whisper. however, yangyang has never spoken quietly a day in his life. renjun simply shrugs at his question.

having clearly heard the compliment, a faint blush creeps onto shotaro’s cheeks.

“guys, this is shotaro,” donghyuck answers, tugging the sandy blonde forward.

he gives a somewhat shy wave. “hi, y/n’s friends.”

jaemin erupts into laughter. “uh oh, looks like he likes y/n more than hyuck.”

“don’t blame him,” jeno mutters.

shotaro’s forehead creases, face suddenly twisted in worry. “oh, i’m sorry, was i not supposed to say that?”

“oh no, don’t worry,” donghyuck denies, quickly. “i’m sure y/n doesn’t mind at all, right?”

if you could crawl into a hole to avoid the embarrassment, you would. of course, donghyuck was 100% right; you really didn’t mind shotaro calling the group that if it meant you could hear him say your name over and over again. in fact, his sweet voice could probably make the dictionary sound like the most addictive song. but, donghyuck had no right putting you on the spot like that.

jeno suddenly speaks, catching on to your flustered state and donghyuck’s evil grin. “so, it’s y/n’s turn today? sweet, i’m off the hook!”

shotaro furrows his brows slightly. “huh?”

“oh, it’s just an inside joke,” jeno says, smile reaching all the way up to his eyes.

you wish you could strangle him right then and there for finding amusement at your expense but the last thing you want is for shotaro to think you’re some sort of psychopath. (although, with a friend group like this, you’re definitely beginning to think that’s where you’re headed.)

“got it,” shotaro responds, breaking out into a grin himself. “you guys seem like a really close bunch!”

“the closest,” donghyuck corrects, overly sweet, as he wraps an arm around you. (you resist the urge to shove him off.) “you’ll fit right in!”

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you believed that the torture was over the day donghyuck introduced shotaro to your group. you would probably just see him from time to time and the studio (hopefully without hyuck around) and it would all be downhill from there, right? the latest notification on your phone alerts you that you are absolutely wrong.

hyuck has added one (1) user to the group chat

[1:05 pm] hyuck: welcome shotaro!!

[1:06 pm] unknown: oh hey guys! :]

the emoticon almost makes your heart beat right out of your chest. you roll your eyes in frustration at how easily affected you were by this guy. seriously, why did everything he do have to be so cute? regardless, you quickly add his number to your contacts.

[1:06 pm] hyuck: why don’t we do a little roll call so shotaro can save ur numbers to his phone

[1:07 pm] yangx2: YANGYANG

[1:07 pm] yangx2: HA I WAS FIRST

[1:07 pm] jeno: ...

[1:08 pm] jeno: anyway this is jeno :)

[1:08 pm] nana: jaemin present!

[1:08 pm] renjun: hi shotaro, this is renjun

[1:10 pm] shotaro: haha cool thanks a lot, i just saved all ur numbers!

[1:10 pm] shotaro: but quick question, is y/n in this group chat? :0

you almost drop your phone at reading shotaro’s message although you’re unsure why. he just typed your name, get it together, you urge yourself.

[1:11 pm] you: heyy shotaro! i’m right here :)

[1:11 pm] shotaro: oh yayy! i’m so glad ^^

hyuck disliked “oh yayy! i’m so glad ^^”

[1:12 pm] hyuck: shotaro plz return my love what does she have that i don’t T-T

[1:12 pm] nana: a heart

[1:12 pm] yangx2: a brain

[1:12 pm] jeno: a conscience

[1:12 pm] renjun: a functioning moral compass

[1:13 pm] hyuck: wtf

[1:13 pm] shotaro: ahahaha it’s like i’m watching a comedy

[1:14 pm] you: told u it’s a circus

[1:14 pm] you: i say get out while u still can

[1:14 pm] shotaro: whaatt and leave u behind? no way!

nana renamed the group chat “shotaro x y/n supremacists”

[1:15 pm] jeno: my thoughts exactly

[1:15 pm] renjun: took the words right out of my mouth

you cringe at your friends’ blunt behavior, praying shotaro didn’t find their antics to be too strange.

[1:16 pm] shotaro: 😳

[1:16 pm] nana: aww someone’s shy

[1:17 pm] renjun: he wouldn’t last a day in itzy

[1:17 pm] yangx2: HELPP

you shake your head, laughing silently to yourself as you mute the group chat and place your phone back down. although, moments later, you receive a direct message. you presume it’s one of the boys trying to rope you back into the chat but the moment you see the contact name, you’re forced to do a double take.

[1:21 pm] shotaro: i hope i’m not bothering u but i just wanted to make sure ur okay .. you kinda went quiet in the gc :>

[1:21 pm] shotaro: it’s shotaro from the dance studio btw!

you can��t help but find the fact that he seriously thought you wouldn’t remember him adorable. how could you ever forget a face like his?

[1:22 pm] you: that’s so kind! i’m okay, i promise. i’ve just had to put up with those dorks for way too long, sometimes i just ignore them haha

[1:22 pm] shotaro: lol yeah they do seem like a handful! but i look forward to getting to know them better!!

[1:23 pm] shotaro: and u too ofc~~

it takes all your willpower not to spam dozens of heart emojis in an attempt to show shotaro just how he has reduced you to a lovesick fool. instead, your response is short and sweet.

[1:23 pm] you: right back at u, taro! ♡

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“okay, take five,” donghyuck pants, pausing the music blaring from the speakers.

you gladly obey, wiping away the light sweat you had worked up from the latest routine you and hyuck were constructing.

you both belonged to the same dance class and frequently paired together for partnered projects. the rest of your friends attended different classes, which you constantly joked was for the best since there was no way one dance instructor could possibly handle the six of you together.

“how do you feel?” donghyuck asks you, running a hand through his tousled hair.

“the choreo’s great, i’m proud of what we got so far,” you reply. “of course, i would be happier if i didn’t have to get so up close and personal with you.”

donghyuck scoffs at your joke. “i can’t do anything about that. the teacher said the whole concept of the routine is supposed to be is intimate.”

you fake a gag, failing to contain a laugh when hyuck playfully shoves you in offense.

“i’m sorry i can’t be shotaro,” he adds, a smirk forming on his lips.

you roll your eyes. “oh, very funny.”

“c’mon, you’re acting like you wouldn’t kill to have him as your partner, especially with choreo as spicy as this.”

“well, it would beat being paired with you,” you remark, picking up your water bottle and taking a swig.

“hm, then looks like today might be your lucky day,” donghyuck replies, eyes trained somewhere behind you.

you follow his gaze, nearly choking on your water as soon as you catch sight of shotaro entering the studio. he meets your eyes, plucking out his earbuds and offering you a small wave.

“oh, hey guys!” he exclaims, cheerfully.

“hey ’taro,” you greet, rather quickly, earning you a knowing glance from your partner.

“’taro?” hyuck repeats, amused, as he folds his arms over his chest. “you guys are already on cute nickname basis?”

shotaro giggles, eyes squinting adorably as he does so. “it is a pretty adorable nickname, right? she’s the only one who calls me that!”

your heart beats faster when you see how oddly excited that seems to make him. did he somehow find it endearing?

“seems like the two of you are becoming quite close, hm?” continues hyuck.

shotaro nods enthusiastically before glancing at you tentatively, as if to check for confirmation.

“yeah, you could say that.”

your agreement causes yet another smile to grace shotaro’s lips — this time he seems relieved. you briefly wonder if the kid ever stops flashing those pearly whites of his. you certainly hope so, or else your heart may never catch a break.  

“well, since you’re comfortable enough with each other,” donghyuck begins, flashing you a grin.

you’re not even sure what he’s gonna say but you already feel the need to put an end to it. after all, nothing good has ever come of donghyuck’s mischievous grins. you subtly purse your lips and narrow your eyes in an attempt to get him to stop whatever chaos he’s planning to ensue.

nevertheless, he proceeds. “maybe you could help me out with this choreography?”

you want to facepalm at donghyuck’s lame excuse of a lie. however, on the other hand, shotaro’s face lights up in delight.

“you’re working on choreo? what for?” he inquires, curiously.

“for our dance class,” hyuck explains, motioning towards you. “i have a couple ideas so i was thinking you two could maybe try out some steps i’m planning to include. you know, to help me... visualize.”

“that sounds awesome,” shotaro responds, oblivious to your friend’s untruths. “i would love to help you guys out.”

“great!” donghyuck claps his hands together. “just a heads up, the theme of the routine is intimacy, so i wanna see all that charm of yours, shotaro. it’ll, uh, help me choreograph.”

you cringe at the obvious fib. meanwhile, it’s as if a switch has gone off in shotaro’s mind. his smile fades and his eyebrows knit together. “hold on, i-intimacy? does that mean—”

“that you’ll have to get a bit touchy-feely with her? yeah,” donghyuck interjects, innocently.

“y’know... i’ve really been wanting to dance with her.” he faces you, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. “just never thought it would be like this.”

you offer him an apologetic smile. “i know, it might be a bit... uncomfortable. you can back out if you’d like. i promise hyuck and i won’t mind.”

shotaro’s head shakes, vigorously. “no, of course not!” he must realize how quick he was to deny your offer, making him suspiciously eager to be close to you as he immediately adds, “i mean, it’s good practice.”

you suppress a giggle. “sure thing. hyuck, should we get started now?”

the boy in question dramatically picks at his nails, acting as if he had been waiting on you both for hours. “if you guys are done flirting, then, yeah.”

you roll your eyes, shooting shotaro a mildly annoyed stare. he grins, finding it to be equally amusing as it is endearing. (what can he say, the faint pout that appeared on your face was cute.)

“shotaro, how about you get in position right behind her.”

shotaro obeys, making sure to leave a significant amount of space between the two of you. however, donghyuck doesn’t seem to approve.

“closer!” he commands. “the concept is intimacy, not social distancing!”

shotaro shuffles forward, pressing his front into your back. you can’t help but notice how firmly toned his chest is. curse his dancers body, you think.

“okay, now, lemme see your hands on her waist!”

you feel the breath of shotaro’s shaky exhale on the back of your neck as he obeys, sliding apprehensive hands around your midsection. there’s silence on donghyuck’s end and through the mirror you watch him observe the two of you, no doubt acting way more pensive than he truly is. you know he’s just prolonging your flustered state by keeping you in this intimate position with the younger boy.

although, shotaro himself might know it too, considering the fact that he begins to rub comforting circles into your sides that he’s currently gripping, as per donghyuck’s request, in an attempt to calm you down. you nearly melt right then and there. at the same time, you hope he doesn’t plan on stopping anytime soon.

donghyuck calls out your name, successfully startling you and putting an end to the peaceful atmosphere. “why don’t you go ahead and lean on his shoulder. just lay your head back nice and easy— good, very good! look at that chemistry!”

if you’re being sincere, reclining on shotaro feels way more natural and enjoyable than it should. he steadily holds you in place, almost as if he secretly wishes to never let go. you wouldn’t be completely opposed to the idea either.

“alright, last thing, guys! y/n, how about you hook your arm around shotaro’s neck?”

you do so, fingers brushing softly against his jaw. he shivers beneath your touch, erupting into giggles when you shoot him an odd stare.

“i’m ticklish,” he confesses, in a whisper.

you can’t help but smile widely. “is that so? hm, i might have to exploit that information sooner or later.”

“as long as donghyuck doesn’t find out,” he replies.

his comment certainly gets a chuckle out of you. “did you finally realize how evil he is?”

“if the torture he’s putting you through right now is anything to go by, then absolutely.”

“only a matter of time before it’s your turn,” you reply. you lean into his ear to add, “by the way, this is anything but torture for me.”

“hey! no whispering!” donghyuck reprimands.

for the first time, shotaro goes against the older boy’s orders to whisper back, “it’s mutual. if anything, i think this is the best thing i’ve done since i moved here.”

your heart melts at the sincere admission. you stare at shotaro in what you’re sure is a very obvious case of heart eyes. you’re taken aback to find that he, too, returns the lovesick look. perhaps he was immersing himself a bit too much in the intimacy concept...

“stop! pause! cut!”

you and shotaro (reluctantly) untangle yourselves from each other to face a seemingly unhappy donghyuck.

“can you guys please just focus on my instructions without falling in love with each other?” he pleads. “i mean, you haven’t even gotten out of the starting position yet.” he groans, exasperated. “actually, you know what, just take five.”

+

[2:03 pm] hyuck: good morning

[2:03 pm] nana: it’s 2 o clock in the afternoon but ok

[2:03 pm] hyuck: i just woke up, therefore it’s morning

[2:03 pm] shotaro: good morning :3 did u sleep well?

[2:04 pm] hyuck: i slept a wonderful 27 hours, thnx for asking!

[2:04 pm] yangx2: ?????? THERES NOT EVEN 27 HOURS IN A DAY IM SCREAMING

[2:04 pm] you: LOLLL WHY WAS HE HIBERNATING

[2:05 pm] renjun: i was just gonna ignore him but i am genuinely concerned now

[2:05 pm] shotaro: woww,, well at least you’re well rested now! :]

[2:04 pm] nana: shotaro, i am begging u not to encourage him

[2:04 pm] you: all it takes is one (1) supportive person and he becomes an unstoppable force of evil

[2:04 pm] shotaro: o_0

[2:05 pm] jeno: besides ur like the only other person here with common sense besides myself and maybe renjun. i can’t lose u to donghyuck :(

[2:05 pm] renjun: ykw i’m not even gonna argue with that

[2:05 pm] yangx2: yeah shotaro is a good guy™

[2:06 pm] hyuck: i hate u guys and ur goldfish attention spans

[2:06 pm] you: sigh what do you need hyuck?

[2:06 pm] hyuck: i want boba :(

[2:07 pm] you: that actually sounds really good but idk if it’s worth being around u

[2:07 pm] hyuck: i’ll pretend like u didn’t just say that <3 what if i paid?

[2:07 pm] you: ....

[2:08 pm] yangx2: LMAO HYUCK BEING NICE IS SUSPICIOUS BEHAVIOR

[2:08 pm] renjun: ikr it’s making me super uncomfortable rn

[2:08 pm] hyuck: can’t i do something nice for my friends? :/

[2:08 pm] jeno: no

[2:09 pm] nana: nope

[2:09 pm] yangx2: nah

[2:09 pm] renjun: absolutely not

[2:09 pm] you: never seen it happen before so no

[2:10 pm] hyuck: u guys are so fake :( shotaro do u wanna hang out with me? if u say no i’ll scream :)

[2:11 pm] shotaro: yeah i guess i could :]

[2:11 pm] renjun: oh this just got interesting.. i guess i could tag along

[2:11 pm] yangx2: me too, i gotta be there to record whatever happens

[2:12 pm] nana: i’m in

[2:12 pm] jeno: same

[2:12 pm] you: hhhhh okay fine.. only to ensure taro’s safety

[2:13 pm] shotaro: (^з^)-︎♡

+

due to the fact that you believed donghyuck was going to try and officially initiate shotaro into your friend group with one of his infamous pranks, you decided to head to the boba shop. you hoped that if you showed up, you would be able to prevent whatever mayhem he had planned or at the very least, provide some damage control.

you pushed open the door to the quaint building, the bell dinging to announce your arrival. your eyes immediately lock onto the table in the far back since it was where you and your friends always sat — you had practically claimed it. you expect to see all the chairs filled but, to your surprise, only one person occupies the space.

osaki shotaro.

he beams, probably relieved to finally have some company in the otherwise empty shop. (after all, you weren’t sure how long he had been sitting there all alone.) nevertheless, you allow yourself to wonder — just for a second —  if maybe he was just that ecstatic to see you. the way he enthusiastically waves you over seems to be in favor of that theory. it’s almost confirmed when you reach he table and he pats the chair beside him.

you let out a soft laugh. “the whole table’s empty, ‘taro.”

“i know,” he admits. “i just really want you to sit next to me.”

you swear you could break down in tears simply from the way he’s looking at you; like you’re all he needs. it’s pure adoration.  you wonder if that’s how you look at him too. you can’t help but ask yourself if he, too, notices your longing stares.

you decide that you would be a monster if you denied shotaro his wish, so, you internally prepare yourself to sit next to possibly the sweetest boy you’ve ever known. yet, that proves to be difficult as said boy stands up to pull out your chair like the gentleman he is. you shoot him a grateful smile, mentally dethroning jeno as the most well-mannered person you know and passing the crown on to shotaro.

“so, how long have you been waiting for?” you ask, resting your elbow on the table and leaning into your palm to stare attentively at the boy to your right.

“actually, i only got here a couple minutes before you. we did agree to meet up here a quarter before three, right?” he asks, slightly confused.

you nod in confirmation. “honestly, i think we got set up.”

shotaro tilts his head. “really? why would they do that?”

“might have something to do with our ‘chemistry’,” you explain, quoting donghyuck.

the japanese boy’s mouth falls agape, as he comes to the realization. “oh, so they literally set us up.”

“mhm,” you agree, smiling ever so slightly.

shotaro must be paying closer attention than you thought because he picks up on your grin. “what’s with the smile?”

you shrug, feigning uncertainty. “i guess i just don’t feel so bad about being set up if it’s with a certain cutie i know.”

“oh?” he raises a brow, cheeks growing as he too mirrors your lovestruck look. “should i be worried about this guy?”

“certainly not,” you reassure him. “i’ve only got eyes for one.”

you see a faded tint of pink rush to his cheeks and you find it adorable how your confession flusters him. you can’t help but caress the supple skin as gently as possible. shotaro leans into your touch, his own hand coming up to cup your own, almost as if he were holding you in place. after a couple moments of basking in the intimate moment, you retract your hand.

“maybe we should try and get hyuck to include that in the choreo, huh?” you suggest, a teasing smile on your lips.

shotaro chuckles, “sounds good to me. i might even ask if i can fill his position, too. if not, i just might get jealous.”

you playfully shove him and he raises his hands in surrender. you chuckle, grabbing one of the menus that litter the table, planning to offer shotaro some help choosing an item from the list that is surely unfamiliar to him but it seems something outside the window behind you has caught his focus instead.

“looks like we have an audience.”

you take a deep breath at his words, preparing yourself for whatever it is you’re going to see upon turning around. when you finally do, all you manage to catch is five heads ducking beneath the windowsill, in a weak attempt to not get caught.

“of course,” you nearly laugh. “they’re so predictable.”

shotaro seems to find the situation humorous as well, if his amused tone is anything to go by. “to be honest, we should be thanking them. they got us together.”

“oh, so we’re together now?” you inquire, raising a brow.

“w-well, i mean, if you want to. i-i definitely want to.”

“no need for stuttering,” you reassure him, reaching over to stroke that one ticklish spot on his neck. “to quote a very wise — and handsome — young man, ‘it’s mutual.’”

he smiles at his own words being recited to him. “i don’t know about you, but i think we should seal the deal.”

“interesting. how do you suppose we do that?” you ask with faux curiosity. you certainly had some ideas of your own.

“maybe... a kiss?” shotaro leans forward, eyes closed expectantly as he taps his cheek. you resist the urge to pinch his lovely, round baby cheeks. he peeks one eye open to add, “for the audience, of course.”

you giggle, completely and utterly love-struck by the boy before you. in fact, you are so enamored by him that you decide to go the extra mile and press a sweet, chaste peck to his lips.

it seems as if he himself didn’t expect it as his eyes snap open, hand coming up to cup his lips in shock. when he finally uncovers his mouth, you see there’s a dazed, giddy grin on his face that let’s you know the smooch was very welcome pleasant surprise.

your phones simultaneously go off, alerting you of incoming messages. it’s a given that it’s none other than the group chat.

[3:15 pm] nana: that smooch was romcom worthy i’m so impressed right now

[3:15 pm] jeno: shotaro is living proof that being a gentleman has its perks! everyone in this gc should take notes!

[3:15 pm] yangx2: HERE IHAVE THE VDIEO OF THE WHOELE THIGN IF ANYOEN WANTS IT

[3:16 pm] yangx2: attachment: 1 video

[3:16 pm] yangx2: SORURY FOR THE TYPSO MY TEARS ARE BLURRIGN THE KYEBIOARD

[3:16 pm] renjun: can we get boba now?

[3:16 pm] renjun: oh wait my bad, congrats to the new couple :-)

[3:16 pm] renjun: to celebrate they should pay for everyone’s drinks.. just a thought

[3:17 pm] hyuck: ur welcome, y/n and shotaro ;)

#shotaro #osaki shotaro #shotaro nct #shotaro x reader #shotaro imagine #shotaro imagines #shotaro blurb #shotaro drabble #shotaro fluff #shotaro angst #osaki shotaro x reader #nct x reader #nct imagine #nct imagines #shotaro x you #shotaro x y/n #nct x you #nct x y/n #nct 2020 #shotaro osaki #nct fluff #nct angst

[johnsamericano]

Ꭰąվ ९

➱ Ӈմɑղց Rҽղᴊմղ

The company takes all of the members to the beach for a new edition of NCT life. During his time there, he meets another tourist, with whom he’ll develop a relationship bound to end in tragedy.

genre: fluff, smut, angst.

warnings: sex, nipple teasing, brief sub!renjun (I couldn’t help myself), kind of oral.

☞ taglist: @morningsunandnightsky @soberhani @aaasteroidsky @chenlewifey @piaozhisheng @doeilovr @aedreamzy

falling masterlist

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“I refuse. It's too windy to get in the water.”

Renjun had just lost one of the games the staff prepared. The punishment? Diving into the sea fully clothed. The problem was, the sky was cloudy, and it seemed like the rain would pour any second. Therefore, the water was cold as fuck.

“You lost. Suck it up. I had to sleep on the carpet last night because Jisung won the bed.” Chenle whined.

“Look, we can talk about this...” He stepped back cautiously, the cameraman capturing every movement.

“Grab his legs, Jeno.” Haechan instructed, caging his arms as Jeno lifted him.

“Stop!” The few people sitting in the sand laughed at the comic scene. A boy being thrown straight into the sea while screaming his lungs out. It would serve well as material for memes. “My eyes!” The salty water stung his eyes as his friends clapped their hands in amusement.

“Cut!” The director screamed, a smile printed on her lips. “Good job, guys. You’re free to go now. Remember to be punctual tomorrow at 10:00 a.m. For shooting.”

“Thank you.” Everyone except Renjun, who was too busy trying to rub the pain off his eyes, said.

“That chick is staring at us.” Jisung commented.

“She’s kinda hot.” Renjun opened one eye, trying to take a look at the person his friends were talking about. “She caught us! Turn around, idiots!”

From your point of view, they looked like a bunch of dumbass teenagers. Cute dumbass teenagers. Your tanned legs started taking strides towards them, causing panic among the group.

“Run!” The youngest suggested, everyone except Renjun following his steps towards the hotel building.

“Need a hand?” He stuttered, not sure if anyone was around to record the suspicious interaction. Stalkers are everywhere. “Guess not.” After a couple of seconds with your hand extended his way, he finally accepted it, fearing you'd make yourself a bad image of him. It wasn't every day that a beautiful stranger tried to flirt with him, especially when having men like Jeno by his side.

“Thank you.” His clothes were sticking to his tummy, revealing his lack of toning. A beautiful, rosy pigment tinted his cheeks in the cutest way possible. “W-Would you like to grab a drink at the bar with me?”

“Sure. I'll just let my friends know I won't be joining them.” Did Renjun just get himself a date? Had the stars aligned for such a special occasion to happen?

“I need to take a shower first...” He giggled, ruffling his wet hair a bit. “Meet you at the lobby in an hour?”

“It’s a date then.” You walked back to your group of friends, waving your hips exaggeratedly to catch his eye.

The members had never seen Renjun so anxious while picking an outfit. Even choosing a perfume seemed like a life or death decision.

“Dude, just wear the usual.” Hyuck huffed. Renjun had finally picked a leather jacket and a white tee, but it was obviously not his style.

“I think he looks sexy.” Jaemin scanned him from head to toes while Jisung confusedly searched for a scent to match his looks.

“What about this one?” Renjun shook his head, teeth gritted as he stared at the digital clock watch on the nightstand. He was running out of time. “What’s so important about your perfume anyway?”

“Our poor Jisung. So innocent.” Haechan cooed. “If things go well, Renjun might end up in her room. He wants to smell good for when they start doing the dirty.”

“Oh.” The large hands of the youngest fiddled with the bottles, furrowing his eyebrows as an idea started forming in his mind. “This one.”

A woody scent was the chosen one. Renjun quickly sprayed it behind his ears and proceeded to leave. He was still on time.

By the time the elevator doors slid open with a loud ding, you were already waiting for him. You were wearing a tropical, long dress. Opposite him, who was dressing as if he were about to ride a motorbike. He wanted to call out your name, but only then he realized it was still unknown to him.

“Hey.” He tapped your naked shoulder, feeling the warm skin under his fingertips.

“Hi.” You smiled widely, nervously clutching the purse between your hands. “You look good.”

“You too.” You both looked like sims awkwardly waiting for the player’s command. “Let’s go sit, shall we?”

Your little date started silent at first, both of you holding into your drinks for your dear life. But then, slowly, the effects of alcohol were starting to be more visible in your actions, shoulders tightly pressed against each other as you giggled over anything you said. You couldn't help but tangle your fingers with his white and black locks. They were even softer than they looked.

“Are you famous or something? I saw a camera following you around earlier.”

“Will my answer affect your opinion on me?”

“If you say yes, I might have to take you to my room. You know, just to have more privacy.”

“Then I'm afraid the answer is yes.” He replied with a fake pout, letting you drive him back to the elevator and up to your room.

“What’s your name?” You asked with your lips against his, sitting on his torso while you tried to get rid of his jacket.

“Renjun. Yours?” Your thumbs massaged his sensitive nipples over the fabric of his tee, making him squirm under your hold. “Don’t tease.”

“Y/n.” He hummed, breath hitching as your touches continued. He looked so pretty, beads of sweat collecting on the side of his head. It hadn't been such a bad idea to leave the lights on. “You’re a bottom, aren't you?”

“The fact that I'm short doesn't mean I like to be dominated.” He laid you down beside him, kissing your lips slowly while clothes started flying to different parts of the room. “How about we keep things equal here?”

“Fine.” He moaned when your hand grazed against his crotch, fingertips dancing over the clothed tip. “But don't think I'm letting you go before I have the chance to have you crying from overstimulation, baby boy.” Though he hated to admit it, he could feel precum leaking out of his hole at your words.

“Whatever floats your boat.”

True to your words, right after you both reached your high, you got rid of the cum-filled condom covering his sensitive length, making a knot before licking his cock clean.

“S-stop.” He was enjoying himself a bit too much. Haechan would never let him live if he found out.

“Uh-Uh.” You peppered kisses all over it, making him fist the sheets underneath him. He was embarrassingly close, and you didn't seem to have the intention of stopping anytime soon. “You look so cute I just want to eat you up.” With a gentle caress on his balls and a kiss on top of the tip, cum spurted right on your cheek.

“No more!” He screamed as you inched your mouth closer to him once again.

“Fine.” You huffed, leaping off the bed to clean yourself up.

Needless to say, it wasn't the last time you met. Mark would often wake up to the sound of their door opening, a messy-haired Renjun slipping into his bed with a wide smile. He felt on cloud nine. That was until you stroke him with terrible news.

“I’m leaving in two days.” His palms were sweaty and his mouth dry. He hadn't given it much thought, too caught up in the pleasure of your company.

“I-It’s okay, we can still visit each other.” He nervously stuttered while you repositioned yourself between his arms, snuggling your head in his chest. There were days where you didn't do anything, just laid down in each other's arms.

“I don't live in Korea, Junnie.” His heartbeat increased, a knot preventing him to swallow.

“Skype! We’ll keep in touch and-”

“Stop freaking out, we still have two days.”

“It’s not enough. We barely started to get to know each other.” His hold tightened around you. “I’ll pack you in my bag and fly you to Korea.”

“Stop being this damn cute.”

“If I confessed that I love you, what would you do?” He seemed too serious to be joking. But your face remained calm as you said:

“I’d make the most out of the time we have left.”

#nct au #nct imagines #nct ot21 #nct smut #nct x reader #nct #nct scenarios #nct 127 #nct angst #nct fluff #nct dream fluff #nct dream angst #nct dream smut #nct dream scenarios #nct dream imagines #nct dream renjun

[midday0nightmares]

29 - her son.

Previous chapter prove it.

m.list.

warnings: this series contains themes of yandere\mafia, blood, violence, mental health, drugs, non-con.

author note: this is pure fiction and it is not intended to romanticize any of the situations mentioned bellow.

The door was shut, it won’t open, it was cemented on every side expat for the small slit under it, you try knocking, shout for someone, anyone, but to no avail.

you try the window, it opens, but the sight is even scarier. The city is quiet, too quiet. No traffic in its usually busy streets, every window in the near buildings were closed, no birds in the sky, not a single sign of life, even the sun seems stuck in its place, time isn’t moving.

Outside the closed door, you can hear muffled sounds, you peak under the door and see the familiar white socks on a pair of feet moving around the room, it’s jaemin. you shout and scream for him, but he doesn’t even flinch, he just keeps going through his day. 

You were forgotten, lost forever in his room.

Your eyes open, you find yourself yet again in his room, in his bed, in his arms..it’s still dark outside. You turn over and fall back to sleep.

A door rudely slams shut waking you up again, you left your head and look around, you make a sound of protest.. 

“It’s just jeno, go back to sleep” jaemin’s groggy voice coming from under the covers.

You snuggle deeper into the warm bed sheets and fall asleep.

You wake up later that day to an empty bed, the delicious smell coming through the opened door. You get up and get ready to start a new day, teeth brushed, face washed, hair tamed. 

You walk out to a barley alive jeno who was at the moment paying the price of the wild party he had yesterday, hangover headache, and quit honestly his suffering is such a delight.  

On the other hand, jaemin, was standing in front of the stove, too focused on pouring the pancakes patter didn’t notice your appearance. your feet move to wards him like he was the center of the room, 

“hey” you warp your arms around his waist, catching him by surprise, his eyes crinkle behind the blooming smile.

“heey!” He turns to you and leans down pressing a warm kiss to your forehead, “sleep well?”  his fingers running through your hair.

you shake your head, “nightmares”.

He exaggerates the pout, framing your face in between his hands squishing your checks, he coos at you like you were a child “im sorry”.

Jeno who was staring at you two was disgusted, he makes a gauging sound “you two are gross.. jaemin I couldn’t sleep, nightmares, pay attention to me” he mocks you.

Thanks to binging wrapped in jaemins arms at the moment, you find the courage to roll your eyes, and stare at him with equal disgust.. “pig”the word came out without intent, but it was loud enough for both of them to hear it, making jaemin, proudly, burst into laughter while jeno taking an offense.

The legs of the chair jeno was sitting on dragged on the floor, he repeated with a raised eyebrow “pig?” Like he was giving you the chance to withdraw it, but you hold your stance.

  He walks closer, you can’t tell if he’s being serious but judging by the warm smile that was on jaemin’s face he probably is, so you don’t budge, tightening your hold around jaemin’s mid sections instead.

 when he was at an arm length away from you, “that will teach you” he attacked you with tickles, you move to take shelter behind jaemin, your laughter exploded filling the quite room.. 

But another scream cuts the joyful moment short, a horrified scream that came from outside, you froze in your spot, what could it be now?

Jaemin goes to the door and opens it to investigate, apparently the scream had came from chenle’s apartment.. there were still few people left in his house from the previous night that are running out now and some girls were crying. Jaemin closed the door looking at jeno who shrugged his shoulder, this time they look innocent.. you thought to yourself. 

The atmosphere turned grim, you sat to eat your breakfast quietly, waiting for something that you don’t know. Soon police seiners filled the streets down and chenle’s apartment was sealed off, whatever happened it must be bad. 

A knock on the door, jeno goes to get it this time.. two police officers introduce themselves “can we come in?”, “Sure” jeno opens the door wider and step back fro them to walk in, they step in their eyes scanning the room look before one of them speak “May i ask you where were you last night?” 

“We were at Chenle’s party, out new neighbor, he just moved in” jeno answers. the same man asks again, ”and what can you tell us about it? Anything interesting happened?”.

“No, it was a regular party, music, drinks, girls.. why did something happened? We heard a scream this morning” Jaemin speaks this time. 

“Yeah” the officer sighs, “a young man was found dead in one of the bathrooms this morning”.

“Found dead?” Jeno questions, 

“Killed” the other officer corrects.

The room turns silent, your heart beating fast.. was it jaemin’s doing? You look at him, you can’t tell if his shock was real or another act. 

 After the initial shock has passed, jeno asks them again “who?”, the officers look at each other and decide not to answer him, instead they ask another question.. “where were you between the hours 2:30 and 4:00 am last night?”

“I was here with sera” jaemin turns to you to confirm his alibi, you straighten your back before you speak “yeah he was here, with me”, They look at jeno satisfied with your answer waiting for his alibi.

“I was at the party, with Hacehan. We spent the whole night together with some girls” jeno tells them, 

“Can you give me his contacts?”,

“Yeah sure” jeno gives them his number. “And you miss?” They ask you, 

for a moment you have forgot that you exist.

“She was here, she didn’t come to the party” jaemin speaks for you, but why is he laying?  

 “And did anything happened at the party? Any fights?” They continue their questioning. “No.. nothing I can recall” jaemin answers and jeno nods in confirmation. 

the officer nods and asks again ”do you know a guy named lie yangynag. “Umm .. isn’t he one of chenle’s friends, I’ve met him briefly last night at the party” jeno answers. “And?” On the officers asks for him to continue, “there’s no and, it was the first time i’ve met the guy, he introduced himself and quickly left” Jeno nervously said.

“Okay gentlemen thank you for your cooperation. we are done for now, but if we have more questions we will back, have a nice day”, they turn to leave but jaemin asks them before they do “No problem happy to help, but who .. who was it?” he refers to the dead man. 

“Liu yanyang” one of the answers.

yangynag that strange guy.. You can’t help but to be suspicious of jaemin.

after they have left, you lean to him and ask him in a used voice “was it you?”, he whips his head to you “no!”.

But you don’t actually believe him, you kinda wish it was him taking revenge for you.

.

.

Later that day, the door knocks again. Jaemin goes to open it, this time it was one officer.

“Good evening sir, I am here to speak with mister na jaemin”,

“Good evening, I am jaemin what can I do for you?”.

The man hesitated before continuing, maybe he noticed you were standing couple of feet away form them and listing, “I think it’s better if you come to the station with me”.

“Why? Am I under arrest?” Jaemin asks.

you panic and run to jeno’s room,“they are taking jaemin” you panicky blurt out, jeno jumps out of his seat and comes out of his room with you following him..

“No, no sir you are not, we just want to talk to you” the officer assures jaemin.“Alright, let just change” jaemin agrees to go with him. 

You follow jaemin, “don’t go with him! What if he’s lying?” you try to persuade him, “don’t worry babygirl, nothing will happen I’ll be back for dinner” he waves off your concerns.

“What is this about?” Jeno asks him while he change his clothes. 

“I don’t know” jaemin pulls his sweater over his head and continues “but if something happens you know who to call”.

You stand by the wall, your face morphed with worry, you still don’t want him to go. He smiles when he sees the look on your face, he opens his arms for you to come and you do, your arms holding him as tight as you can, “don’t worry nothing will happen okay?” He tells you gain, you have no choice but to trust his words, you nod and loosen your hold on him to let him go. 

He walks out with the officer and closes the door behind him, you look at jeno and see the same look on his face, he was worried too.

#nct dream #nct yandere #nct mafia #nct reactions #nct jaemin #nct jeno #nct smut #nct fluff #nct agnst

[anqeluv]

wait omg after your response to that mark ask I cannot stop thinking about daddy dom 00 line what are your thoughts 😳

renjun : i know sm loves to push this image that renjun is this innocent little sweetheart but i feel like we all know better at this point. he’s kinda strict, tbh. he wouldn’t have specific rules or anything, but he does have expectations of you. he expects you to be well behaved and listen to him well. he doesn’t want to repeat himself if he tells you do something and he doesn’t like it when you lie to him. kinks include but are not limited to: orgasm control, making you wear a vibe in public, and choking™.

jeno : he would be a very relaxed daddy dom for the most part. it’s only when you get bratty that he switches up. he would be the type to make you think you’d gotten away with it until you finally cum and then he’s pulling out of you, landing a sharp slap against your sensitive little (clit/cock) and reminding you that bad (girls/boys) don’t get to cum. but like he’d still feed you after. he’s not a monster, he just doesn’t like being disobeyed/disrespected.

haechan : he would be so mean. he’s always baiting you into misbehaving. he has a thing for spanking you. like we’ve talked about how he likes to make you cry and this is one of his favorite ways to accomplish that. there’s something so perfect about bending you over his lap and turning your ass cherry red while tears well up in your big eyes and slide down your pretty face. some of his favorite lines include: ‘this hurts me more than it hurts you, baby (girl/boy)’ and ‘if you could just listen the first time, i wouldn’t have to do this.’ very much emotional manipulation but make it ✨ sexy and consensual ✨

jaemin : jaem is actually a really sweet daddy. he loves the trust and care that comes with the title. his rules include eating at least two full meals per day (and preferably snacks too!), sleeping for at least six hours per night, and holding his hand whenever you cross the street. but then again, he’s also always turned on and has the biggest obsession with you in skirts. he likes slipping his hand into your panties, making you cum, and making you walk around like that. he just thinks you’re the prettiest baby and he’s obsessed with corrupting you and turning you into the neediest little mess for him.

yangyang : would only dom for the right person, as odd as that sounds. like it would take a lot of trust from both sides. his dom side is very clingy and protective, so he needs to know that you’re not going anywhere. but once he’s confident in your relationship, he loses his filter. he has the filthiest mouth and he doesn’t mind using it to make you fall apart on his cock whenever and wherever you want him. he likes marking you up so people know you belong to him. he trusts you completely (as we were saying) but he doesn’t like other boys being around you. he wouldn’t stop you from having guy friends, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t get jealous and fuck you full of his cum as soon as you get home from hanging out with them (or before with it dripping down your thighs if you’re into that.)

#nct #nct 00 line #00 line smut #00 line hard hours #huang renjun #lee jeno #liu yangyang #wayv #wayv smut #nct dream #nct smut #na jaemin #lee donghyuck #haechan #haechan smut #renjun smut #jaemin smut #jeno smut #yangyang smut

[neopuppy]

Hot Sauce (M). Part 3.

Preview: “Why don’t you just fuck all his friends? If he really was that heart broken over you moving away back then, he’ll go mental.” your friend suggests. You stare into the screen, swiveling back and forth in your computer chair.

“Have you seen his friends? That would be too easy..” you smirk to yourself toying with the idea.

Pairing: NCT Dream 00’ line x female reader

Word Count: 5.7k

Genre: PWP, M/F, Step brother Jeno AU, parents are miraculously never home, enemies to fucking.

Warnings: Jeno’s very mean- very, name calling, bullying, explicit language, degradation, smut

Smut Warning: Jaemin has a huge...package, voyeurism, crying, cum shot, begging, oral, highly dubious(all consented. yea you read that right.)

Hot Sauce: Intro—>

Hot Sauce: Part 1–>

Hot Sauce: Part 2–>

“Man, you guys really fucked up. Jeno was so pissed off yesterday at the gym, he kicked the punching bag right off the hook across the room. Probably picturing your face.” Jaemin points to Haechan. “Or yours! Both of you!” He lifts his other hand pointing to Renjun.

“Hey! Don’t point your finger at me. I didn’t know she had already been with him!” Renjun shrieks out, shoving at Haechan next to him. Haechan whines adjusting his sunglasses, shadowing his eyes from the bright morning light.

“Dude Jeno was calling her ugly and shit. She’s clearly not, but like what the fuck? If he wanted her, he shouldn’t have confused me like that!” Haechan relaxes his shoulders, leaning over the outdoor picnic table. “Why’s he acting like we haven’t shared pussy before? You two do it to the point that it’s questionable.” Haechan waggles a finger back and forth between Renjun and Jaemin.

“You’re so fucking annoying dude.” Jaemin smacks Haechan’s finger away, Renjun shoving at him by his side. “Besides, I didn’t say he was into her.” He sighs, mumbling under his breath. “Even if he so obviously is.”

“I thought she was really into me.” Renjun pouts, folding his arms over his chest. “She kept praising my dancing..”

“She’s knows what she’s doing then.. but why..” Jaemin places his elbows on the table rubbing over his chin. “I’ve never seen Jeno this angry over a girl.”

“He better not try to cut my other eye open. I swear dude, I can’t handle getting stitches again!” Haechan groans running a hand through his hair.

“Don’t let Jeno hurt me!.. I’m frail..” Renjun throws in with a panicked expression. Jaemin scoffs, pondering over the situation.

“I shouldn’t help either one of you. I’m forbidden to even look at her thanks to you two numb nuts.”

“That sucks for you man. You’re like always at Jeno’s house. You two little butt buddies are kinda questionable too you know.” Haechan snaps his fingers, pointing to Jaemin. Jaemin grabs his wrist, squeezing him hard until Haechan screams like bloody murder.

“You guys! Please! What are we going to do! If Jeno kicks my ass there’s no way I’ll make it to the auditions next week!” Renjun whines out rolling his eyes.

“He’s not going to kick your ass.” Jaemin shakes his head, digging his nails into Haechan’s wrist before releasing him. Haechan whimpers rubbing over the marks, shooting him a glare. “If anything he’ll beat up Haechan, we all know what a pain slut you are.” Jaemin raises a brow at Haechan. He looks away shaking his head with a laugh.

“I’m serious though, what the fuck is she doing?? Like I’m obviously the next target! She said- and I quote ‘one to go!’ That’s me!!” Jaemin exasperates, flailing his hands around dramatically.

“So? You fuck her, and have a good time.” Haechan shrugs, stretching his arms out with a yawn.

“I can’t do that, I mean I won’t. Jeno already told me not to.. ok, he asked me not to.” Jaemin sighs.

“That’s weird.. remember that girl you had a crush on freshman year in high school? You even wrote her a poem.” Renjun snorts out a giggle. “Wasn’t she sucking Jeno off behind the bleachers the next week?”

“You really didn’t have to remind me about that.” Jaemin glares in return, still holding onto bitterness from the memory. “He can be a dick sometimes alright. That’s my best friend though, you know... bros before hoes.” He nods to himself, remembering Jeno only did that because he wouldn’t let him copy off his Algebra test.

“I have a confession to make.” Haechan interrupts, cracking his knuckles with a stretch. “I.. may have a good inkling about what’s going on here. Maybe I instigated it, innocent until proven guilty though.” He finishes, holding his hands up.

“It’s always you. I don’t know why I even bother trying to figure anything out. Whenever something weird is happening, you’re somehow the one behind it.” Jaemin replies with annoyance.

“Innocent until proven guilty! Now do you want to know what happened or not?”

“Just tell us.” Renjun responds before Jaemin can, too busy flipping Haechan off.

“I was.. kinda drunk” Haechan shrugs earning groans from the other two. “Maybe I mentioned Jeno, you know being in love with his step sister when we were kids.. I just thought it was funny!”

“I don’t get it still, why would she be trying to hook up with us because of that?” Renjun questions.

“She didn’t seem.. well” Haechan lifts his hands, motioning ‘so-so’. “I don’t think she’s really let go of Jeno’s constant tormenting I guess. I mean it’s just a theory.” He shrugs.

“At least I was always nice to her. That time Jeno pushed her so hard, she fell and cut her knee, I gave her a bandaid. I remember cause he wouldn’t talk to me for like a week after.” Jaemin nods recalling Jeno’s childish behavior, you were kids after all.

“I think you should go for it. Who cares at this point, Jeno will get over it.” Haechan shrugs. “He doesn’t even like her anymore. You should do it! Join the club with us and fuck his step sister!” Haechan screams out loudly folding over onto the table, grabbing at the back of his head. Sunglasses falling off, clattering loudly as they land.

“You deserved that.” Jeno sits down next to Jaemin, shooting Renjun a glare. “You need one too?”

“No!” Renjun holds up his hands, pulling out apologetic puppy eyes. “Jeno I’m sorry!”

“Punk..” Haechan mutters lowly, rubbing at the back of his aching head Jeno just smacked hard enough to jostle his brain.

“So you’re gonna ‘join the club’ too huh?” Jeno looks at Jaemin with a lifted brow.

“Dude no, Haechan’s just being an idiot.” Jaemin quickly responds, stuttering in between.

“Whatever. I don’t fucking care.” Jeno opens up the can of soda he set down. “Thought you guys had higher standards than that.” He tilts his head back chugging down half of it.

“I’m not, I already told you-..” Jaemin starts, Jeno turning to face him.

“Maybe you should.” Jeno crushes up the soda can against the table. His eyes drift to Haechan and Renjun thinking about how you took the weak ones down first. He nods to himself, tapping his fingers over the table with contemplation. “Maybe you should.”

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“Yes Jeno! Fuck! You’re so big!”

You turn over under your blanket, groaning and rubbing at your eyes. Half awake, the constant sound of muffled screams and cries stirring you out of your sleep. You turn stretching your back, pausing when you realize the sound is coming from the room next door. It was so loud, how could you not notice sooner.

“Louder. I can’t fucking hear you.” It’s Jeno’s voice.

You shoot up from your bed, hair a mess flying everywhere. Jeno grunts, you can hear it so clearly as if he was in your room. The sound of skin smacking together resounding around you. Loud thumping and moans coming from the wall you share with Jeno.

You roll out of bed quickly, hardly coherent at all. Trying to catch your balance while your feet pat around for slippers. The sounds of pleasure and ecstasy growing louder and louder. You huff pulling your door open, running a hand over your hair to smooth it down.

Jeno’s door is shut, but it’s clear enough he’s in there fucking someone. How dare he interrupt your sleep so early in the morning like this?! Right next door! You fume listening to the sounds of exertion he’s letting out, his deep raspy moans teasing at your ears. Your hand lifts, hovering over Jeno’s door handle.

“What am I doing?.. “ you question yourself, chewing over your lip. With an aggravated shake of your head, you open his door. Of course it’s unlocked, Jeno wants you to do this.

There he stands, balls deep in some girl, some bitch that’s not you. Her face shoved up against the wall, panting and crying. Jeno’s hips pounding up into her brutally, it’s so loud in here. He’s completely bare, muscles flexed, covered in sunlight soaking through the window.

He’s pressed against her, leaning in biting down on her shoulder with a growl. His eyes land on you, full blown animalistic. You inhale deeply, squeezing your thighs together at the uncomfortable wetness pooling in your underwear quickly. He licks at the bitten shoulder, moaning out watching you. His hand pulling at her hair, hips slamming forward like a mad man.

“Jeno! I’m cumming!” She shouts out. Jeno doesn’t slow down, keeping his gaze locked on yours. He grinds deep into her, clenching his jaw. Jeno pulls out, pushing her face into the wall, grabbing his cock with his free hand. You swallow down hard, mouth so dry you feel like you’re choking trying to get in air. He’s so fucking thick and long. You wipe at your lips worried you may have started drooling.

Jeno’s mouth tilts up to the side with a smirk, running his hand over his fat cock. Stroking above this trembling figure he’s hardly paying any attention to. His eyes fall to your chest, licking over his lips. He groans louder, tugging at his cock roughly.

Jeno’s eyes lift back to yours, lips parting open. His torso convulses, abs flexing in and out, shooting out cum across the girl in front of him. You squeeze at the door handle still placed in your grip, forcing yourself to move away.

It was too fucking early for this. What you needed right now was a cold, very cold shower.

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You tighten your towel around your chest, pouring creamer into your coffee. Jeno’s little guest must have left while you cooled off in the shower. This was not how you had planned to spend your Saturday morning.

He steps into the kitchen, smiling to himself. Of course he’s only wearing a pair of black sweats, hung low enough to show off his perfect defined V line. You squeeze around your mug in frustration, averting your eyes to your fuzzy slippers.

“Feeling shy all of a sudden? Come on, that’s not your style.” Jeno leans against the counter across from you, placing his palms on it behind him. You look over his chest, chiseled stomach, broad shoulders. “That’s more like it. Can’t help yourself can you? Always staring at me.”

You lift your mug up, sipping at your coffee slowly. Still feeling heated and overwhelmed after seeing all of Jeno. It was bad enough with his lower half covered to begin with.

“You owe me an apology I believe. Unlike you, my door was shut. You’re invading my privacy now too?” Jeno lifts a brow, pointing his jaw out, displaying how strong and masculine he is. You smile to yourself, setting down your mug on the counter.

“I’m not apologizing to you for anything. That skank you were- whatever that was, a pathetic excuse for fucking.” You smile wider at Jeno, shrugging nonchalantly. “Sounded like a pig being slaughtered. I just thought you got hungry.”

“You really think you’re funny, don’t you?” Jeno moves off the counter, stepping close into your space. His hands land around you, gripping the edge of the kitchen top behind you. Much like the position he had you in the other day.

“I think a couple of your friends might say I’m entertaining.” You smirk leaning off the counter, closing the space between you and Jeno. His neck tightens, swallowing down, eyes blazing into yours.

“You really believe that bullshit story about me having some crush on you, don’t you? Hate to break it to you, but ugly bitches like you do nothing for me.” Jeno spits out with a vile tone.

“It’s seriously getting old Jeno.” You sigh, fixing your towel around your chest again. “I’m not fucking ugly. Why are you so mean to me huh? Why have you always been so mean to me?”

“I’ve told you, it’s cause you’re fucking ugly.” Jeno snarls down at you, nostrils flaring with each word. He shoves away from the ledge of the counter, turning away to leave.

“Fuck you.” You reach out, landing a smack down the middle of his back. Hard enough to sound out around you, leaving the skin light pink behind. Jeno barely budges, only arching in slightly from surprise. He turns back around faster than you can move out of the way. His arms cage around you again, bending his knees to get in your face.

“You wanna play rough? Cause I’ll fucking bend you over this counter right now and smack your ass until you pass out.” Jeno grits, shoving his forehead into yours, nose digging into your cheek. Your jaw hangs open, holding in a whimper at the back of your throat.

“Nothing to say again?” Jeno grips your jaw, fingers digging into your cheeks. He squeezes down until your lips pout out. “That’s what you want isn’t it?” He steps forward, pushing his hips against your stomach. You let the broken whimper escape. Numbness traveling up from your fingers speedily, taking over your senses.

“Or is this.. ” Jeno grinds against you, pressing your lower back into the counter hard. “This is what you want isn’t it?” He nods your face ‘yes’ in his grip. A tear sliding down your cheek, staring into his crazed eyes. His cocks half hard, thrusting into your abdomen between your towel and his sweats. Big enough that you can still feel every inch against you.

Jeno reaches up, tugging your loosened towel open. Cascading down around your trembling thighs, half hanging off the counter behind you.

“Bet you wish that was you getting fucked earlier hmm?” He smirks, nodding your head again, thrusting forward into your now bare stomach. You whimper out between your pouted lips, tears falling faster.

“That’s too bad.” Jeno shoves you face away, releasing you from his hold. Finger imprints left behind, flexing your jaw before it locks. He turns away again to leave.

“Jeno!” You grab his bicep, wiping your tears away with your other hand. “Can.. can’t we just..talk” you stutter, feeling choked up.

“I have nothing to say to you.” Jeno pulls out of your hold, staring at you like you’re the filthiest thing he’s ever seen.

“Jeno, please!” You wrap around him from behind. “Please! I’ll... I’ll stop!!”

Jeno turns around, prying your hands away. He shoves your shoulders back hard, causing you to stumble back.

“I don’t fucking care. You think I fuck whores like you that spread your thighs open for anyone? You never had a chance.” He turns, successfully leaving. You let the tears that’d been trying to escape break free, slumping against the counter.

Letting yourself regain normalcy, you grab your towel. All you wanted was to hurt Jeno, get back at him over childish memories. Why were you the one feeling broken?

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You’ve been laying on the couch all day, watching bad lifetime movies. Jeno left after that little confrontation, or whatever that was. All you could think about was fucking Jeno. Touching yourself wasn’t cutting it, not when the real thing was sleeping in a bed less than 20 feet away from you every night.

The sound of the front door opening perks you up. Smoothing down your hair, standing up ready. Ready to get what you wanted, what you deserved.

“You want anything to drink?” Jeno’s looking over his shoulder at Jaemin as they enter. Your shoulders fall, of course he wasn’t alone. That would be too easy. Jaemin notices you standing with a defeated look, quirking his eyebrow.

“Uh yea, beer’s good.” He replies, Jeno heading into the kitchen, not sparing you even a glance. Jaemin stays near the divide between the two rooms, looking at the tv.

“I think I’ve seen this one. Teacher student affair right? These movies are always more comedic than anything.” He nods pointing to the screen. You roll your eyes with a groan, laying back out on the couch. Jaemin looks back into the kitchen, where Jeno nods to him, motioning to the couch. He nods back, scratching at his elbow nervously.

“That was rude of me right?” He moves to stand near the arm of the couch at your feet. “We haven’t been properly introduced, I don’t know if you remember..”

“We went to school together when we were kids. You’re Jeno’s best friend, I know who you are. Anyone who goes to our school knows who you are.” You huff out irritated, keeping your eyes trained on the movie. Jaemin halts, mouth left open mid sentence, furrowing his brows together. Jeno hovers at the kitchen entrance, giving him a stern look.

“Oh yea well.. “ he laughs awkwardly, glancing in Jeno’s direction. “It’s nice to see you again.” You finally give him a look, eyeing over his broad build.

“Could you just.. “ you wave your hand off as if he’s some pest. “I really don’t want anything to do with you guys anymore.”

“I-.. uh... I-.. “ Jaemin stutters flabbergasted, luckily rescued before he can stumble over small talk further. Jeno shoving a can of beer into his chest.

“Come on, let’s go to the garage. Don’t agitate the beast.” He means you, of course. Jaemin’s eyes widen, taking the beer and spinning away to the garage in embarrassment. Jeno follows after him, as if you don’t even exists anymore.

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“I don’t know what to do anymore!” You whine into your phone after explaining everything to your friend.

“I didn’t know you really wanted to fuck your step brother when I suggested this idea to you!” She snaps back after getting chewed out for her now suddenly- stupid idea.

“I can’t handle being ignored! And it hasn’t even been a full day! I’d rather he pick on me and call me stupid names all day!” You kick at the pebbles on the ground outside, moving to the backyard for privacy.

“You’re such a masochist you know that right? All he does is bully you around and you turn into some pathetic groveling baby.” She replies with annoyance.

“Shutuppp” you whine out, glancing inside where Jeno stands in the kitchen talking with Jaemin. “He’s so sexy, I’m losing my fucking mind.” You nearly pound your head against the door, staying off to the side so they won’t notice you.

“You should still try Jaemin I think. Jeno sounds as fucked up as you honestly. You two were made for each other.”

“Don’t say shit like that just to make me feel better.” You sigh, eyeing over Jaemin lifting the bottom of his shirt up to wipe sweat off his chin. “It would be a shame to get this far and give up..” you think out loud, admiring the way his tight stomach muscles flex with every tiny movement.

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“Dude I don’t think she’s into me. I mean.. I have no problems getting ass. Especially out of the four of us I have to be honest.” Jaemin holds his hands up. “Girls throw themselves at me. You know why.”

“She did say she would stop..” Jeno thinks to himself, leaning on his elbow on the counter. “As if that’s going to do anything.”

“Really don’t know how I’m the one that ended up caught between you and your step sisters little sexual depraved fantasies.” Jaemin scoffs out, crossing his arms. “She couldn’t have gone for me first?! Haechan would be better at this than me.”

“You would have fucked her? Knowing everything like Haechan did?? You know how much I fucking liked her dude. You were the only one I told!” Jeno sits up glaring at Jaemin

“We were kids! Besides you did the same shit to me in high school. Bros before hoes right? They all come and go, but I’m here with you until the end. That’s what you always told me.” Jaemin responds, expressionless. It wasn’t a lie after all.

“This is different..” Jeno murmurs to himself. It’s not but just talking about you brings out his petty side.

You make your way back inside, heading straight to the couch to continue your horny misery. Jaemin eyes over you, really wishing you’d gone for him first now.

“Yea well, it’s not actually.” He responds, patting at Jeno’s back. “Anyway, we still on to workout tomorrow? 10am right?” You perk up from the couch, silently eavesdropping on their low voices.

“Shit I forgot. Haechan asked me to check out this boxing class tomorrow. Might have to accidentally send him home with a black eye.” Jeno smirks, letting out a small evil laugh. “We can work out Monday?”

“Alright, sounds good. I’m gonna head out then.” Jaemin grabs his keys off the counter, Jeno leading him out to the front door. You sit up looking over the couch, watching them say their goodbye’s.

Jeno shuts the door, turning up the stairs. Still nothing, not a hint of glance, a disgusted look. You groan, listening to the shower turn on, thoughts riddled with his toned body under the water. With a groan you pull yourself up walking to the kitchen to grab water. You slow down, eyeing over the phone left behind.

“Jeno’s phone.. “ you pick up the device, swiping the screen open. “No passcode, of course. Idiot.” You relax against the counter looking through his apps and messages.

‘Boxing tomorrow still?’ A message from Haechan pops up. You swipe it away, ignoring it, thinking to yourself. “Tomorrow.. “ you scroll, finding Jaemin’s name.

‘Change of plans, Haechan had to cancel. 10am workout tomorrow.’ You type out, hitting send.

‘Sounds good.’ His text comes in less than a minute later. You listen to the shower shutting off, deleting the messages. Setting the phone back in place before heading to your room.

Little did Jaemin know, the plan really is back on.

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“Oh hey.. Jeno usually uhm.. “ Jaemin motions toward the front door where you’re leaned. 10am on the dot, punctual at least.

“Oh yea, he’s in the bathroom.. or something.” You flat out lie, Jeno having left 20 minutes ago. Jaemin shifts from foot to foot adjusting the gym bag on his shoulder.

“Ok.. can I come in?” Jaemin looks inside the house behind you, trying to avoid eye contact. You take your time, eyeing him up and down. Evidently ready to workout in grey sweats and a sleeveless white tee. Hopefully you’d get a good workout in out of this too.

“You wanna.. come in?” You asks, Jaemin looks down at you with a brow lifted.

“Yes?” He questions in response, walking forward when you finally step aside. “I’m just gonna..wait in the garage..” Jaemin’s eyes shift around more, scurrying off. You smile to yourself shutting the front door watching his retreating figure head into the garage.

Once he’s out of sight, you remove your robe. You’d already been awake for a few hours preparing for this. Freshly showered, lotion softening your skin up. You grab your water bottle, fluffing your hair up in the mirror on your way to the garage. Giving yourself a once over again, making sure half of your ass was hanging out of these spandex shorts.

“You don’t mind me joining your workout do you?” You ask stepping into the make shift gym Jeno’s dad had set up for him. Jaemin’s laid back on the weight bench scrolling through his phone. His eyes widen, going up from your legs to your very exposed chest in a flimsy sports bra.

“Uhh.. “ Jaemin mumbles sitting up thinking to himself- holy shit, what the fuck. “You should uh” his eyes follow you walking up to him, looking away glancing at the door. “Wait for Jeno I think. I mean, this is like, his equipment you know?”

“I workout in here all the time” you giggle rolling your eyes. “Get off the bench and spot me if you’re just gonna sit there gawking at me.” Jaemin’s mouth opens, eyes squinting, looking at the time on his phone screen.

“Jeno’s taking a long time..” he moves to stand up, pocketing his phone. “Is he.. “ you walk up to him, placing your hands over your hips.

“Jeno this, Jeno that, enough about him. Wouldn’t you rather sweat with me?” You shoot him a wink inching closer. Jaemin squares his shoulders, reaching a hand out, pressing his index finger into your forehead.

“Jeno’s not here, is he?” Jaemin tilts his head in question. You huff with irritation, eyes rolling up glaring at his finger.

“You’re a smart boy aren’t you?” You grab his wrist, moving your forehead away. “He’s not, but I’m here..” you smirk closing the distance between your bodies. Jaemin moves out of your hold, grabbing your shoulders to keep you in place.

“You don’t want to do this.” Jaemin smirks now, clicking his tongue.

“Don’t tell me what I want.” You wrap your hands around his defined waist, biting at your lip.

“You remember Goldilocks right?” Jaemin lifts his hands around your neck, stroking a thumb over the middle.

“What are you even talking about?” You question, feeling over his muscles.

“She was a little too curious for her own good, just like you. She tried that bed that was a bit too small.. that other one that was just right.. and then that one that was just too big.. “ Jaemin shoves forward into you, a gasp falling out from your lips. He smiles wider, tilting your face up in both hands. “You think you can handle that?”

“You think I haven’t taken a big dick before?” You laugh, sliding your hands down to his sweats. Jaemin lifts a brow up in challenge, your hands shoving into his boxers. Your eyes bulge open looking down, unable to see- only feeling how very large and fat Jaemin’s cock is.

“You’ve never taken one like this.. “ he lifts your face up again, licking over his lips. Your smile falters, trying to wrap a hand around his size, your fingers not able to even meet. “..but you know what you want, don’t you?” His hands slide into the back of your hair, pulling gently. You nod nervously, mostly excited, the familiar heat returning between your thighs.

You grab onto the material of Jaemin’s sweats and boxers, pulling them down the middle of his thighs. Your eyes widening at the never ending length revealing as you lower his clothes.

“Holy shit..” you swallow in air, throat going dry. Jaemin’s heavy cock can hardly stand on it’s own. Bouncing up half hard, head glistening with precum.

“You can take it, right?” His brow wiggles, smirking wider. Jaemin grips at your hair tighter, shoving you down. You fall to your knees, chest moving up and down faster eyeing over his girth. How was that thing ever going to fit, anywhere?? You chew over your lip eyeing the gap between your fingers.

“Fuck..” you shake your head, trying to stop psyching yourself out. “So big..” you breathe out, stroking up and down the length with both of your hands.

“You like that?” Jaemin pushes your hair back off your face. You lean in, kitten licking over the cockhead ignoring his question. Jaemin’s fingers dig into your scalp, giving you a nudge forward. You hesitate, unsure your mouth can even fit such a monster. With a hard gulp you lean in, opening up as wide as your lips allow. Jaemin groans above you, eyes concentrating on every inch disappearing behind your lips. You gag around him half way down, backs of your eyes burning.

Jaemin pushes your head further, two more inches sliding in. The sides of your lips feeling sore like they could rip open. You squeeze your eyes shut, tears rolling down your cheeks choking around the girth.

“Is that all you can take? Are you that useless?” Jaemin grits out, pulling at your hair. You try to shake your head, tonguing over the large pulsating vein under his cock. Your lips strain, so close to reaching the base, gagging noises loudly sounding out. Jaemin sighs pulling you off, he gently slaps at your cheek. Spit drooling out of your mouth, jaw hung open. “You can’t handle it.”

“No! I can!” You scream, grabbing at his hips. You quickly wrap your sore lips back around him, forcing your mouth further down. Your eyes squeeze hard, relaxing your throat until your nose meets the short soft hairs at the base of his cock.

“Oh fuck..” Jaemin’s neck loosens staring down at you, highly impressed. No one ever manages to get this far. You cough around him, face covered in a mess of tears and drool. He grinds against you, groans falling out from deep in his throat. “Fuck, you keep doing that and I’m gonna cum..” he hisses out. You pull back, slurping down as you do, lips popping off. Your mouth wrecked, lips all swollen and red.

“I want it inside.” You lap at his slit, staring up at him. Jaemin hesitates for a moment, Jeno technically gave him the green light, right? He nods pulling you up.

“Take this shit off.” Jaemin grabs your bra, shoving it up. You lift your arms throwing it aside, quickly reaching for your shorts. Jaemin squeezes over your body, admiring the way your hips round out. “Where do you want it?” He smirks, hand skimming over your ass, fingers swiping along the middle.

“I don’t do back door babe.” You scoff, grabbing at his shirt, pulling at it. Jaemin grunts peeling his clothes off.

“That’s a shame.” He eyes your ass with a sigh. You snicker back at him, eyeing his fully hardened length.

“I’ll be lucky if I can even walk after this.” You settle down on the weight bench, sitting with your legs open over it.

“Wait.. in here?” Jaemin looks over the bench, picturing all the times Jeno has sat there lifting weights.

“No, in here” you respond sarcastically, spreading your legs open. Jaemin hesitates yet again, internally cursing himself to shake it off. He moves over you, bending his knee. The shadow of his cock looming over your stomach. You shiver, swallowing down spit, wetness gushing out of your core. Jaemin strokes at his shaft, smacking it down on your stomach.

“You ever had your guts rearranged?” He grins cockily, sliding the cockhead up and down your slit. You tremble harder, feeling the way your lips can barely wrap around him, wetness making him slip all over. “Good thing you’re so fucking wet” he slaps down against you noisily.

Jaemin presses at your entrance, head poking in half way. His lip tightens, focusing on your core. You arch up, inhaling deeply, walls stretching out almost painfully, not even more than couple inches in.

“Fuck fuck.. you’re too tight” Jaemin blinks hard, squeezing his eyes, hands wrapping around your waist. “Relax, it’ll feel good.”

You nod rapidly, sucking in air harshly. Slowly inch by inch he continues to push inside. Your head falls back against the bench letting out a broken cry, so full, so stretched open.

“Jae-.. Jaemin” you mewl out, crying out more tears. “Too big, so big..”

“You’re opening up so nice for me, fuck” Jaemin licks around his mouth, focusing on how your pelvic area shapes around his cock. “You feel that?” He presses down on the bottom of your stomach, the tip of his cock.

“Fu...fuck! Ugh!” You jolt up letting out a wail. Jaemin shoves forward the rest of the way, gritting out a guttural groan. Your walls squeezing at him so good, like suction. He slides his hands up your stomach, squeezing at your breasts. Thumbs pushing your hardened nipples down, hips grinding into your core.

“Oh my.. god..” your watery eyes open staring at the ceiling, silently screaming out. Core squeezing violently around the immense size between your legs. You come so intensely, mind going blank, faintly hearing Jaemin’s exasperated grunts. He screams out deeply, pulling back only half way out, thrusting back in roughly. Throwing all his strength into it. You cry out, smacking at his chest, lifting your head gazing down where you’re connected.

“Pull it out! I ca-..I can’t!” You pant out weakly, scratching lightly down his chest. Jaemin shakes his head once, thrusting in hard.

“I’m not done.” He punctuates with another deep long thrust. Your head rolls back, moving side to side, vision going blurry. You squint, thinking you’re imagining a figure in all black leaned against the door.

Jaemin reaches his hands into his hair moaning, hips continuing to move back and forth. You run your hand over your face, scrubbing your eyes.

“God, fuck, it should have been me first.” He cries out, cock sliding free with a loud pop. Your core so open, convulsing around the air. You cry loudly rubbing your eyelids in circles. Hot sticky cum shooting out, landing on your stomach, whiny screams following each spurt. Jaemin hunches over above you panting out loudly, furrowing his brows. You sigh in relief, core on fire between you.

“That was some show.” A slow loud clap follows that voice. You look toward the door in shock, Jeno steadily stepping forward.

“Shit dude, how long have you been there?” Jaemin wipes at his sweaty forehead, grabbing his things. Jeno eyes over your laid out figure, staring at your cum covered mound.

“You can leave now.” He clenches his jaw, nodding to the door. Jaemin scoffs pulling on his clothes.

“Hey, I tried to tell her- not on your equipment.” He picks up his bag. You look between them in confusion, mind not clear enough to process anything.

“Leave.” Jeno spits out, eyes never leaving your body. Jaemin rolls his eyes, throwing you one last look over Jeno’s shoulder with a wink before exiting.

You move to sit up, Jeno shoving you back down with a hand in between your breasts. You open your mouth to protests, his hand quickly gripping your jaw, shoving your cheeks in. He squeezes you hard, swollen lips shoving out like before. Jeno glares into your eyes licking over his lips.

“You want to act like a whore? You’ll get treated like a whore.”

a/n: This has been edited- I should have said Goldilocks not Little Red Riding Hood lol.

-MC DID enjoy fucking Jaemin, to be clear.

Part 4—>

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NCT Dad’s Club (Part 1) - A Gathering

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this story are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner.

MEET THE KIDS

3:00 PM at The Coffee Club

“Oh hyung, you’re early today” Mark welcomed Taeyong with a big smile as he heard the bell rings from the café door. Mark is the owner of the café where the dads usually meet. 

“I dismissed my dance class early today. The kids were fast learners so it was easy” he replied and sat on the barstool near the cash register. “So how’s your kids?” Mark asked while arranging the pastries inside the display counters.

“Jihoon likes to dance these days. He sometimes joins the other kids in my dance class and my baby Areum is kinda energetic these days. It’s tiring but it’s really fun”

“That’s good to hear, I’ll ask Jaemin to bake them some cookies later” 

“You don’t have to”

“I’m their godfather, it’s the least that I could do”

The bell rings from the café door again. This time, Doyoung and Jeno went inside. “Uhmm... Hi!” Jeno smiled and bowed at them. “So it’s still just us three” he sat beside Taeyong. “They will come, we just need to wait” Taeyong replied.

“Uhh hello, someone wants to come with me” Kun beamed as he got inside the cafe carrying his 2 year old son, Bao. “So I’m on baby sitter duty today” Mark groaned. “Be thankful that I’m here to take good care of your kids” he added as Kun handed Bao to him.

“I’m sorry, I picked him up from the daycare and no one’s home right now. My other kids are still at school doing extra-curricular activities and their mom is still busy with her work so yeah, I’m the only one who could get him” Kun explained.

“Hyung, you don’t need to explain. We get it. I’ll just call the other guys to help me take good care of your children so you don’t have to worry and besides my café is not limited to adults, I have kids section too so your kids will enjoy here while you’re all catching up, right Bao?” Mark leaned on Bao and kissed him. Bao just cooed and smiled brightly.

“Hey what’s up?” the door opened again and Johnny went inside first with Jaehyun, holding hands with his 3 year old son. “Say hi to your uncles, Jaejin” Jaejin bowed and said hi to them. He ran towards Mark who is still carrying Bao. He hugged him tightly beaming a smile. 

“Not fair, he likes Mark so much more than me” Hendery complained as he went out of the kitchen. He was inside the kitchen the whole time, baking with Jaemin. He went to them. “I heard you all from the kitchen. Am I on babysitting duty too?” he asked with sparkling eyes. 

“If you want to then go ahead but who’ll assist Jaemin in the kitchen?” Mark asked. “Oh Haechan is here, don’t worry. He used the backdoor because he’s late” 

“I heard my name there what did you tell them hyung?” Haechan went out from the kitchen fixing his apron. “I was baking cookies with Jaemin” he added. “You’re still late” Mark replied in a flat tone voice. 

“Come on hyung, it’s only today” Haechan whined. “I don’t know anymore. You always have excuses like that. I’m not going to complain just help Jaemin back at the kitchen, okay?” Mark sighed. “Okay boss, I’m on it” he went back to the kitchen.

The bell rings again from the door and this time, Taeil and Yuta came in. Taeil is holding his daughter’s hand while Yuta’s son hid at his back. “Say hi to your uncles, Byeol” Taeil pushed his daughter lightly to face her uncles. She bowed and greeted them happily, she went to Hendery and hugged him tightly. 

“Ohhh, Byeol-ie is growing up so fast” Hendery carried her. “She likes you a lot” Taeil replied. “Yuki, greet your uncles” Yuta said those words in Japanese and Yuki obeyed him. He bowed, beamed a smile to his uncles and went back to Yuta’s back again. “Don’t be shy Yuki, uncle Mark is here” Mark smiled at him while carrying Bao. “How about we’ll go to the kid’s zone upstairs and have some fun?” Hendery suggested. The kids got excited even Yuki smiled widely.

“Now go with your uncle Hendery, dad will be here” Yuta kissed Yuki’s forehead and he went to Hendery, following him upstairs. “I’ll be back to make your orders and call the other guys to help me” Mark said carrying Bao and followed Hendery. “Sure, we’ll be on our usual spot” Doyoung replied.

The dads went to the spot where they usually hangout in the coffee shop. After they settled down, Mark came back and went to the counter to prepare their coffees while Haechan was at the cash register and taking orders. 

“Have you heard that Winwin got engaged last week?” Jaehyun started the conversation. “Yeah, I heard of it. It was all over the news I mean he’s an actor, everyone will know it” Doyoung replied. “Aww our Winwin is getting married now, time flies so fast” Taeil sighed. “Why don’t we ask him to come here?” Taeyong asked. “It’s kind of impossible. He’s busy with his movie. He had to shoot two movies” Yuta replied. “I miss him” Johnny sighed. “Speaking of miss, I have to share this” Johnny added. “What is it?” they chorused. 

“So my wife is not around this week. I kinda miss her so much and I’m just wondering if what I can do when she gets home” Johnny sighed. “It’s not too late to have 3 kids” Jaehyun wiggled his eyebrows. “No. She’s not ready yet and also me. It’s been a lot harder these days. I got a kid that just hits puberty. You know how these are kind of hard to deal with right now” Johnny replied. “Yep that is true. My Nari is also in that stage and it’s tough” Taeil chimed in.

“It’s kind of different with Donghyun though” Doyoung said. “Well, Donghyun is a boy. We all know how boys hit puberty” Johnny replied. “Okay now. So back to our topic, my wife” Johnny added. Suddenly, the bell rings from the café door again, the dads turned their heads to the direction of the door and saw Brielle went inside with Jungwoo and Ten. 

“Brielle, what are you doing here?” Johnny asked. Brielle walked towards them and greeted her uncles. “I got out of school early today, dad” she replied and sat on the space beside Johnny. “Why didn’t you text me?” he asked. “I didn’t want to bother you” she replied. “Don’t worry hyung, we’ll take good care of her and the other kids upstairs” Ten said. “Yes. Mark called us for help today” Jungwoo said.

“Well, that’s great. Thank you. Baby, why don’t you go upstairs with Ten and Jungwoo. We will go home later at 7:00 PM, okay?” Johnny patted her head and Brielle stood up. “Dad, don’t call me baby cuz I’m not a baby anymore” she pouted. “You’re always be my baby, now off you go” he smiled and cupped her cheeks. Brielle followed her uncles upstairs.

“See?” he said. “It’s the same with Donghyun, sometimes” Doyoung replied. “Nari too” Taeil said.

“Here’s all your coffee” Mark served them their usual orders with Haechan. “Thank you ~” Yuta thanked them. “Call us if you all need something” Mark smiled and went back to the cash register. “Thank you” they all chorused.  “I will go upstairs to play with the kids” Haechan beamed. “Now I’ll call Xiaojun for help” Mark sighed. “You should be in the cash register or cleaning, Haechan” Mark added. “But hyung, the kids love me. Why don’t you call Xiaojun and I’ll let Jungwoo hyung help here” he beamed. “Whatever you say, do whatever you want” Mark sighed again. Haechan got excited and rushed upstairs.

“I observed that Jeno is kinda quiet today. Hmm?” They all turned to Jeno’s direction. “My daughter can mumble words now” he sipped on his coffee. “That’s great” Doyoung said. “You should cherish the moments you have with your daughter while she’s still little” Taeil said. “Why are you so dramatic hyung?” Johnny asked chuckling with the other guys. “I’m serious. I just missed Nari’s childhood days with me. I know I’m busy but she’s my first born and back then I always go home early for her” he replied. 

“I think that’s what we feel with our first born” Taeyong said. All of them agreed. 

"Also I have something to say" Jeno sipped on his coffee again. "I think my wife is pregnant" he continued.

"Oh my god. That's great news" Johnny gasped. "But I think it's too early for me to assume" Jeno replied. "Have you tried the pregnancy test?" Doyoung asked. "Not yet but we had a conversation last night, she said that her monthly period was delayed and she's still observing so I might know about it tonight" he replied.

"The question there is, are you ready for another baby? I mean Hana is still a baby" Taeil asked. "I don't know but I'm excited" he beamed. "Awww I want another baby too" Jaehyun said. "You always say that but you have commitment issues" Doyoung teased him. "I want the real deal now hyung. If I get into a relationship, I hope she's the one" Jaehyun replied.

"Ooohhh what about the girl you went out with last night?" Johnny asked. "She's my assistant. We don't have any feelings for each other and besides, we're friends that's why we went out together" he replied. "Hmhmm... Are you sure?" Johnny said in a teasing tone. “For real, we’re friends… with benefits” he blurted out. The dads cheered loudly and the people inside the café are starring at them.

Mark immediately bowed to the customers, telling them sorry for the noise that they had caused. He went to where the dads are and said “Hyung, let’s tone down our voice please. My café is a quiet place for my customers. Please, sshh” he went back to the cash register where Jungwoo was stationed. “I’ll just get the other baked goods at the kitchen hyung, I’ll be right back” Mark said to Jungwoo and went his way to the kitchen.

Xiaojun came in from the café door. “Ohh Xiaojun, you’re here at last!” Jungwoo beamed. “I’m sorry for keeping you waiting, I had a fight with my girlfriend so I needed to patch things up with her” he replied while he put on his apron. “Xiaojun you’re here. Thank you” Mark sighed in relief as he saw Xiaojun while holding the tray of cookies he brought from the kitchen.

“I’m sorry for being late though, I had a problem when you texted me but it’s all okay now” he said and grabbed the tray from Mark. “It’s okay, I hope I didn’t bother you. I know you also have work”

“I went out early, no worries” he replied as he stock the jar with cookies. “I’ll go upstairs and check out the kids, Haechan might have injured them” Mark blurted. Jungwoo and Xiaojun just chuckled and went back to what they are doing and Mark went upstairs.

“Soooo Jaehyun, tell us. Do you have plans on dating your assistant? I mean you had fun together, why not date her for real?” Kun asked. “Uhh, I don’t know. I think she’s not ready?” Jaehyun blurted. “But Jaejin really loves her so much” he added. “Then that’s good news right?” Jeno beamed.

“Give her hints with what you feel” Taeil suggested. “That is true. It will really help” Johnny agreed. “Is that so? Then I’ll try it” Jaehyun smiled and fished out his phone from the pocket of his jeans. “I’ll text her something” he mumbled.

Meanwhile, Mark found out the situation upstairs. Jaejin is shouting and giggling in excitement while Haechan is chasing him. Hendery is playing with Byeol and Brielle at the kitchen set. The playroom is not really in chaos because the kids need to tone down their voices while Bao and Yuki are sleeping on the sleeping bags with Ten. Bao is sleeping peacefully on top of Ten while Yuki slept beside him. Ten was sleeping too and they looked cute, Mark thought.

“Is everything okay in here?” Mark asked in hushed tone. “We’re fine. The kids just need something to eat” Hendery replied. “Okay, I’ll bring up some snacks. Don’t let the kids make too much noise. The baby is still sleeping” Mark said. “Okay boss. We’re on it” Haechan replied. “You too Haechan, don’t make unnecessary noise” Mark glared at him.

“Yes yes, hyung. I got it. You heard him Jaejin-ie? Shhh” he beamed at Jaejin. Jaejin smiled back and copied Haechan’s hush sign. “Good boy” he patted Jaejin and hugged him tightly. “I’ll be back” Mark went downstairs.

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End of Chapter 1

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