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nastynct · 4 years ago

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Teaser: Let’s Play Ball (M)

WC: 2000+

Smut Warning: degradation, oral(M receiving), manhandling, voyeur

Posting: soon

Some days he’s happy, easy-going, laughing at everyone’s jokes.

But today was game day, and Jeno was not in a good mood.

They’d won, but today was no average game. Scouts from four different universities were in attendance. Jotting down critiquing notes from the first row of bleachers. Jeno constantly sneaking glances over his shoulder. Tripping over his feet to first base. Sliding his way to second covered in dirt and grass stains. Colliding in the outfield with Xiaojun as they both screamed ‘got it!’. Jeno falling flat on his ass, ripping out chunks of freshly trimmed grass. His barely controlled temper finally snapping.

“It’s okay man, we won!” Doyoung attempted to reassure Jeno. High tension in the air surrounding him. His brows sitting low in quiet anger. Hooded eyes darker than usual, jaw tighter. A demeanor they were all too familiar with after years of being teammates. Jeno’s temper was uncontrollable.

The worst when he cost them their championship in the finals last year. Three men on base, bottom of the 9th, all the pressure on him to hit a run. Pop up after pop up had him screaming curses. Coach shouting at him to ‘man the fuck up’. Jeno kicking up clouds of dirt around the home plate. Finally hitting a ball out into the field. Only to be caught in a glove lifted up right before reaching the fence. It never mattered how supportive his team was about it. He had failed.

Jeno nearly destroyed the locker room that night. Knocking over two lockers, beating dents into the old metal all over. Wooden bats used during practice left cracked and crooked once he was done shouting.

That was the first time you’d hooked up. Jeno fucked like a wild beast when he was angry. Livid thrusts, insurmountable and ferocious. Both of you breathing like you’d just ran a triathlon after. Heads reeling, thighs burning. Yours from the most brutal fuck of your life. Jeno’s from the burn of lifting you and tossing you around however he pleased. Needless to say that wouldn’t be the last time.

“Just because we won doesn’t mean I did anything to contribute.” Jeno snarls. Nearly biting Doyoung’s comforting hand off his shoulder.

“Hey! There’s no ‘I’ in team right??” Doyoung smiles. His own patience thinning. His duty as team captain to make sure everyone was level headed, usually after a loss. Jeno was a special case.

“Whatever.” Jeno swipes his touch away. Storming off to the locker rooms. Doyoung stopped in his tracks to chase after him with a bat poked to his chest.

“Let him go. He needs to let out some of that steam.” Mark suggests. Throwing an arm around his team leader's shoulders. “Besides! It’s time to celebrate!”

“Don’t worry about Jeno! You know how he gets.” Shotaro pipes in throwing a bag full of his catcher gear over his shoulder. Shaking out his legs as he walks off. Sore and aching after squatting for nearly 3 hours.

“You guys coming?” Xiaojun smacks the hood of his jeep. Motioning for Mark and Doyoung to join. The four about to head off to clean up before hitting a club up to relax.

“Hey wait up!” You jog up to them. Catching your breath and huffing out congratulations on their victory. “Where’d Jeno go??”

Mark’s lip curls up knowing too well why you even ask. “I think he hit the showers. Here, catch.”

You fumble a small pair of keys attached to a watermelon keychain. Mark snorting out a laugh. “Better make sure Jeno gets those back to me.”

The other men climb into the car lifting their brows, some shaking their head.

“How’s Jeno get away with being such a baby and still get ass?” You hear from behind you, making way to the locker rooms.

Behind the locked door stood every reason Jeno still got ass despite his temper tantrums. Stepping in as graceful as a cat, you almost jump out of your skin. It’s noisy, sounds barreling around the empty rows of metal closets.

Jeno’s raspy tone circling around, shouting out every profanity imaginable. Dirty uniform pants hanging low on his hips. His chest glistened with sweat, rising and falling at a rapid pace. Bats and mitts strewn around. A couple of them already torn up. As if he chewed through the leather and stitching of the gloves. Jeno’s knuckles all types of red, even shedding small bits of blood.

He staggers a bit, holding himself up with a palm pressed to an abused locker. Catching his breath, he lifts his fist. Lapping clean the cuts, grimacing at the sting. The picture of a wrathful God, plotting his revenge on mankind.

He blinks slowly, eyes falling shut in sigh. A hiccup rises from your anxious chest. Jeno’s eyes flickering open, hard and cold as they land on you. Dragging down at the corners once he takes in your appearance.

His varsity jacket sits heavy on your shoulders. The leather sleeves too big for your figure, fingertips just barely visible. His lips twitch trying to hold back a smile. Releasing another sigh, his shoulders shift clearly relaxing.

“How’d you get in here?” He questions, pressing his back to the locker. A dangling watermelon key chain answers him. The smile fighting his lips breaking through. He turns his face away with a shake. “Of course.”

“Jeno Jeno Jeno..” you repeat. Approaching him timely. Throwing an extra sway into your hips. Enough implication of the show to come. “Look at this mess you’ve made. Who's gonna clean this up??”

Jeno bites down on his lip. Masking the satisfaction filling him up since spotting you. He tugs you in, fiddling with the edges of his jacket.

“You?” His forehead wrinkles. Eyes sparkling cutely, blinking his long doll-like eyelashes.

“Why would I do that? What’s my payment?” Jeno controls your movements. Pulling you to press along his length. Pants sticking to him like a second skin. Your hands planting on his bare smooth chest with a gasp. The tip of his cock fat enough to feel the shape of against your hip.

“Don’t play with me. I’ll drag you around by your hair right now. Make you pick everything up with your teeth until your knees bleed.” Jeno bites out. Leaving a trail of gleaming spit on his lips. Large hands squeeze your waist. Shoving hips forward forcing the tip of his cock to press against your belly button.

Jeno shouldn’t be surprised by the thrilled smile he receives in response. You were never the type to shy away from his little threats. More than eager to spread your legs at the snap of his fingers if he wanted you to.

“What you’re saying is..” you start, slyly slipping down to your knees. Holding onto the waistband of his uniform. Tensed up muscles twitch before you. Cock hot and thrumming under the fabric. Your forearm pressing to the length leaving you swallowing dry air at the comparison in size.

Jeno’s member always impressive, reaching down mid-thigh. A reputation of carrying around ‘like a virgin’ type of dick. The type to leave you questioning reality. As if he’d managed to restore and destroy your purity each time. “..on my knees?”

Jeno allows you to strip him free. Thighs parting open stretching the elastic waistband left around his knees looser. The smell of sweat hits your nose first. Jeno always smelled good even after a strenuous game. Everything about him immaculate, right down to his natural aroma.

Veins trace up and down his length, stark against lighter skin. Purples and blueish greens all brought to intense light the harder he raged. Length already standing full mass, throbbing under your warm palm.

“Would you do anything for me?” Jeno’s voice lowers. His words still harsh, cupping around the back of your head. Adjusting you with ease to look up at him. A need for power in this moment clear in his expression. Having lost himself to stress out on the field. He needed you weak, hopeless, willing to hand yourself over for the sole purpose of his pleasure.

“Anything.” You answer with no doubt. Pouting your lips around the end of his length. Tongue digging into his slit, slurping down pre-cum. Jeno satiated for a few seconds. Watching you lap it all up like the best thing you’ve ever had in your mouth.

It’s almost nice until every frustrating memory of the day hits him again. Like a wrecking ball slamming him right off his feet. Hands cradling your head pull you flat on his groin. Nose smashing against the underside of his cock. Jeno slowly moving his hips up and down. Letting every nasty bit of his size smear over your skin.

The taste of his sack slaps at your chin. Tongue falling out to chase a sliver of him. Only encouraging him to fuck against your face faster. Violating all of your delicate pretty features with such a lewd image. The smile stretching your cheeks up sends a chill down his spine. Cursing under his breath over how deranged for dick, for his dick, you already appear.

“Pretty slut loves dirty cock all over her.” Jeno grits. Yanking your head back making you gasp in surprise. Mouth falling open on instinct giving him easy access. “Can’t even take all of me in that little throat can you?”

Pleading with your eyes, you keep your tongue held out. Jeno grabbing around the base, directing the tip in slowly. Slit dragging down, pushing your lips to a burn. Inch by inch filling your mouth up until you’re coughing around him.

Jeno tsks disapprovingly, releasing your hair to slap your protruding cheek.

“That’s not even half. Sluts swallow cock better than that baby.” His neck bends to the side. Feigning a look of disappointment. Dropping a hold around your neck, a thumb presses down the center. Gurgling out spit from the pressure making his slide easier. Jeno grunts, forcing the entirety of his size inside.

Tear filled wide eyes stare back at him. Jeno pinching two fingers at the end of your nose leaving you with no way to breathe properly. Huffing around the girth stuffed down your throat. He thrusts in through your mouth's resistance. Emitting struggled screams and coughs between the push and pull out.

“That’s its, that’s how you do it. Gotta teach you everything don’t I?” Jeno growls. Pummeling his hips forward harder. Your knees scratch against the cold hard ground. Forced back until your lower back meets a bench in the middle of the aisle. Your arms circle the backs of Jeno’s thighs. Expanding your throat around him easier now. A mess of spit and tears lubing up his glide in and out.

Releasing your nose, Jeno’s quick to pull your hair. Balled into a fist, ripping your scalp. Using you as leverage to fuck your mouth faster. Abdomen muscles convulsing under his belly button. Heavy balls smacking your chin repeatedly.

“Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck!” Jeno grunts. Face twisting up, wrinkling as if he’s deep in concentration. Sliding out to the tip, his teeth clench. Hot cum flowing out, half down your chin. Most of it missing your mouth. Spilling down to the center of your chest.

Jeno’s thumb smears cum onto your lips. Coating them thick and glossy. Dipping the excess inside until you suck the rest off. Admiring the tear tracks stained down your cheeks.

“Look at me pretty baby.” Jeno smirks. A cocky attitude clear in his command. Sucking around his thumb your eyes flutter open. Gaze enlarging spotting four new faces stood just behind him. All five staring down grinning, the sound of a phone camera clicking following. Ready to protest you start pulling off only for Jeno to reach for your throat keeping you in place. Thumb lodging against the roof of your mouth.

“Did I fucking say we were done?” He sneers. Haechan moving to rest against his shoulder. Phone pointed above your face, thumb pressing record.

“We’re just getting started.” Jaemin taps the bottom of your chin with his baseball bat. A malicious glare watching you with intent. Tipping your head back forcing the cool metal to dig into your jaw. “Think you can win this game?”

a/n: oops.

#i i iiiiuhhhh 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫#sososossoososos good #jn #recs

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nastynct · 4 years ago

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haechan drinks redbull

haechan x reader.

wc: 700

includes: switch!haechan, piss.

haechan has days where he looks nice and cute smelling like baby powder, where he would be well-dressed with comfy clothes and look as vulnerable as a little deer in a forest, but other days. other days he dresses with fitted black clothes, wonky fuckboy outfit looking so fratty, embodying the own essence of patriarchy. that’s the same haechan sitting next to you with a blank expression on his face watching tv. he opens a redbull can and drinks thirstily. he downs the effervescent liquid completely and lets out a puffy sigh. watching him that way always gives you a strange desire for depravity. it’s hot. it’s like sex.

“i have to pee, you coming?” he says bluntly, scratching the back of your neck. his smirk is sided. and when he looks like that you feel like indulging in his most weird fetishes so you go.

once both of you stand in the tiny bathroom of haechan’s shitty apartment, he stands in front of you pushing your pants off, he doesn’t even hesitate to pull the underwear off too. he gives you a funny look from where he’s kneeling, his eyes look like black pools. then he stands up again and pulls his cock out. it’s dark all the way from the balls to half his length, stopping at his red glassy cockhead. he smiles, tilting his head and it looks condescending. his hand reaches your cheek and he jerks his cock hard, leaning closer to your body more and more.

“what if i pee here?” he mutters in a deep voice. his cockhead rubs your cunt’s lips with the slightest touch.

“yeah, sure.” you say with little confidence. his cock reaches the maximum of hardness and the pressure between your thighs becomes stronger. and when he starts to slide more and more you finally feel warm drops run down your thighs.

“fuck.” it’s all haechan says after shooting a hot steam of piss right at the top of your pussy. the liquid rolls down your legs and it's the filthiest thing you have ever felt in your life. warm and nasty. you open your legs so haechan can get a better access to get his cock inside. the stream runs slowly but consistently, wetting your folds and hitting your clit in a funny way. and it gets better when haechan just thrusts closer, rubbing his length right at your damped cunt.

you feel haechan moans on your face, his smile on your cheek. his hands slide down to play with your nipples, using the hand on his cock to pinch your clit. the piss has stopped and now you only feel the coldness of the air that hits your skin and the pool of red bull-flavored piss on your feet. you lean down the wall to support yourself, submitting completely.

haechan places his hands on your waist to fuck in every sadistic hard way he wants. one hand gripping your boob mindless. the paze is fast and dirty. his mind lost in cloudy desire to come. he tightens the grip of his hand and it becomes painful. he’s being desperate to cum. his face furrows, his moans turn into loud groans. he shoves his cock so deep that you feel it in your heart and spills himself out. he stands on tiptoes catching his breath. “ah that felt good.”

you feel strands of his hair over your forehead when he pulls out. he has a fucked out post-orgams expression, gaze lost, too absorbed in massaging the sore boob he was abusing first. he looks lewd, sweaty and irresistible.

you thought it was over until he kneels down and says, “let’s do that more often” pushing two fingers inside your pussy without warning, the mixture of cum and piss makes an atrocious obsese squelch when his fingers move up and down. haechan’s face leans close to lap his mouth in his nasty mess. his tongue moves slowly, lapping around.

you see him cooing at the mess and licking fervently. you run your fingers on his hair and he moans on your clit, deep and delicious. he’s so gone on his own space you’re almost jealous. he uses you and pleases himself as he want. he catches your clit on his lips sucking inwards while his fingers keep thrusting in, the whole zone is wet with too much body liquids. you take his head and push your cunt right at the center of his tongue and your orgasm finally hits.

he stands up with a cocky shiteating grin. smiling back, you watch as haechan licks his hand clean.

#i looooove :)))))#recs #can more nct writers pls be more perverted im begging

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