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Death Sentence — 이민형.

Your breath picks up a tad bit faster as you bite your lip in hesitation. Upon planning how this day will go, it never crossed your mind. But as you loomed over your panting boyfriend with a promise to give him anything he wants, you suppose it’s inevitable.

“Baby, please..” Mark reaches out for your hips, pawing at them. Desperation undoubtedly laces off his words, just as his face.

You allow him to coax you further up on his body until your dripping core is above where his mouth awaits.

“Promise to tap my legs when you can’t breathe anymore or want out of this?”

“Worry not— we both know I could easily carry you off of me, love.” A cheeky remark from him to which you roll your eyes at. Mark thumbs your inner thigh, unable to take his gaze off your pussy. “Now, can I please please have you sit on my face?”

His glassy eyes look up at you. And you sigh, knowing pleasuring you had always been Mark’s joy.

“Promise me, first.” You say firmly.

This time, it’s your boyfriend’s turn to sigh. “It’s hardly necessary.”

“It is, actually. I’m quite sending you here to your death sentence.”

“What—“

“Mark!”

“Alright, fine! Fine, I promise!” Mark kisses your clit softly before running his tongue all over the expanse of your fold. “I promise, babe. Now, can I have the time of my life suffocating between your delicious thighs?”

You let out an exasperated sound as you finally give in. Brushing your finger through Mark’s hair for the last time, you find leverage in the bed post and lower your body to meet Mark’s eager tongue.

“Yes,” His muffled words vibrate.

Mark’s tongue, skillful as it had always been, flickers over her clit. He encloses his lips around it, sucking and nibbling the button to its soreness. Your legs shake and your moans quiver, the movement of your hips unconsciously starts.

“Oh gods— Mark!”

He crane his neck in an attempt to bury his face deeper in you, humming when he succeeds. Though still, Mark finds himself unfulfilled. Your juices may be dripping along his jaw right now but it’s only halfway to what he truly wants.

Mark wants you to sit on his face. Like he’s just some chair made for you specifically to rest on.

And even if he understands your concern for him, Mark can get stubborn when he likes to.

He stretches a hand from your stomach to your breast, coming in contact with your perked nipple. Trapping it between his forefinger and thumb, Mark pinches and pulls just the way you like it, eliciting a wanton wail from you as you buck up your hips over his mouth faster.

“Mark, Mark! fuck, it’s so good. You’re so— keep going, oh shit!”

Your knee slips from all the squirming, causing you to rest the entirety of your bodyweight solely on Mark’s mouth and nose.

And your boyfriend moans loudly. With his eyes crossed.

Before you can scramble off of him, afraid to cut off his air, Mark’s arms already lock your thighs tightly to his cheeks as he indulges himself in his most delicious feast.

“Just like that, babe. Ride my face.”

His fingers dig into your skin as he coaxes you to move your hips in a way that his tongue goes in and out of your hole while you clit bumps against his nose. Your hands fly aimlessly, not knowing whether to pull his hair, grip the sheet below you, or hold on to the bedpost for dear life.

You opt for the first option, grabbing a handful of his hair as your free hand reprises what he was doing earlier to your breast. Your head hung between your shoulders, eyes shut tightly as moans endlessly escape you.

“Maark, Mark, please. Oh gods— oh shit!— Mark, I’m gonna, haaah, cum! I’m gonna cum! Mark, Mark, Mark!”

Mark relentlessly laps you up, ignoring his lung’s call for air because fuck is it worth it to have coming all over his tongue rather than come up for a break. It’s no joke when he says he’d die eating your pussy.

“Come on, babe. Fuck my tongue.”

His hand lands a slap across your ass cheek and you come on him hard. The shaking of your legs paired with sensitivity causes you to clamp them on Mark tightly, an action he welcomed gratefully as his tongue didn’t falter even a second. Mark cleans you up, maybe even planned to bring you to another orgasm when you pulled away from him.

“I-I’m sorry, babe. I didn’t realize I was sitting—“

“Sorry?” Mark chuckles and sits up, placing on his lap. “What on earth are you sorry for? That was fucking hot the only thing that prevented me from busting a nut is because I wanted to do it inside you.”

Blood rushes up to your cheeks as you swat his arm. Smiling menacingly, Mark buries his head on your neck and kisses along your skin until you’re a giggling mess.

“Babe,” He breathes out on your skin.

“Hmm?”

“If I don’t get to fuck your lovely cunt sooner, my death sentence might be cut short.”

You double down laughing on the bed as Mark’s eyes darken.

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Death Sentence — 이민형.

Your breath picks up a tad bit faster as you bite your lip in hesitation. Upon planning how this day will go, it never crossed your mind. But as you loomed over your panting boyfriend with a promise to give him anything he wants, you suppose it’s inevitable.

“Baby, please..” Mark reaches out for your hips, pawing at them. Desperation undoubtedly laces off his words, just as his face.

You allow him to coax you further up on his body until your dripping core is above where his mouth awaits.

“Promise to tap my legs when you can’t breathe anymore or want out of this?”

“Worry not— we both know I could easily carry you off of me, love.” A cheeky remark from him to which you roll your eyes at. Mark thumbs your inner thigh, unable to take his gaze off your pussy. “Now, can I please please have you sit on my face?”

His glassy eyes look up at you. And you sigh, knowing pleasuring you had always been Mark’s joy.

“Promise me, first.” You say firmly.

This time, it’s your boyfriend’s turn to sigh. “It’s hardly necessary.”

“It is, actually. I’m quite sending you here to your death sentence.”

“What—“

“Mark!”

“Alright, fine! Fine, I promise!” Mark kisses your clit softly before running his tongue all over the expanse of your fold. “I promise, babe. Now, can I have the time of my life suffocating between your delicious thighs?”

You let out an exasperated sound as you finally give in. Brushing your finger through Mark’s hair for the last time, you find leverage in the bed post and lower your body to meet Mark’s eager tongue.

“Yes,” His muffled words vibrate.

Mark’s tongue, skillful as it had always been, flickers over her clit. He encloses his lips around it, sucking and nibbling the button to its soreness. Your legs shake and your moans quiver, the movement of your hips unconsciously starts.

“Oh gods— Mark!”

He crane his neck in an attempt to bury his face deeper in you, humming when he succeeds. Though still, Mark finds himself unfulfilled. Your juices may be dripping along his jaw right now but it’s only halfway to what he truly wants.

Mark wants you to sit on his face. Like he’s just some chair made for you specifically to rest on.

And even if he understands your concern for him, Mark can get stubborn when he likes to.

He stretches a hand from your stomach to your breast, coming in contact with your perked nipple. Trapping it between his forefinger and thumb, Mark pinches and pulls just the way you like it, eliciting a wanton wail from you as you buck up your hips over his mouth faster.

“Mark, Mark! fuck, it’s so good. You’re so— keep going, oh shit!”

Your knee slips from all the squirming, causing you to rest the entirety of your bodyweight solely on Mark’s mouth and nose.

And your boyfriend moans loudly. With his eyes crossed.

Before you can scramble off of him, afraid to cut off his air, Mark’s arms already lock your thighs tightly to his cheeks as he indulges himself in his most delicious feast.

“Just like that, babe. Ride my face.”

His fingers dig into your skin as he coaxes you to move your hips in a way that his tongue goes in and out of your hole while you clit bumps against his nose. Your hands fly aimlessly, not knowing whether to pull his hair, grip the sheet below you, or hold on to the bedpost for dear life.

You opt for the first option, grabbing a handful of his hair as your free hand reprises what he was doing earlier to your breast. Your head hung between your shoulders, eyes shut tightly as moans endlessly escape you.

“Maark, Mark, please. Oh gods— oh shit!— Mark, I’m gonna, haaah, cum! I’m gonna cum! Mark, Mark, Mark!”

Mark relentlessly laps you up, ignoring his lung’s call for air because fuck is it worth it to have coming all over his tongue rather than come up for a break. It’s no joke when he says he’d die eating your pussy.

“Come on, babe. Fuck my tongue.”

His hand lands a slap across your ass cheek and you come on him hard. The shaking of your legs paired with sensitivity causes you to clamp them on Mark tightly, an action he welcomed gratefully as his tongue didn’t falter even a second. Mark cleans you up, maybe even planned to bring you to another orgasm when you pulled away from him.

“I-I’m sorry, babe. I didn’t realize I was sitting—“

“Sorry?” Mark chuckles and sits up, placing on his lap. “What on earth are you sorry for? That was fucking hot the only thing that prevented me from busting a nut is because I wanted to do it inside you.”

Blood rushes up to your cheeks as you swat his arm. Smiling menacingly, Mark buries his head on your neck and kisses along your skin until you’re a giggling mess.

“Babe,” He breathes out on your skin.

“Hmm?”

“If I don’t get to fuck your lovely cunt sooner, my death sentence might be cut short.”

You double down laughing on the bed as Mark’s eyes darken.

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Puppy — 이제노.

wish you were here right now

PAIRING: lee jeno x you

GENRE: phone sex

WORD COUNT: 1k+ words

WARNINGS: sub!jeno, mommy kink, puppy jeno, exaggerated usage of petnames (well— puppy and mommy), masturbation, reader is a meanie

SYNOPSIS: The 3 days of separation is finally getting in to your boyfriend.

A/N: I couldn’t get jeno out of my head these days, might as well use this to get rid of writer’s block. enjoy this food and tell me if you have other requests!

An exasperated sigh escapes past your lips as your purse hits the soft padding of the couch, followed by your weight. Unhesitatingly, you move to chuck your shoes out of your feet and allow yourself to relax after a long day.

At times like this, you question your decision of pursuing architecture. All the endless days of floor planning got you thinking if this was really the right path for you. However each time, you get reminded that it is exactly why you chose this career.

“It’s architecture, or nothing,” You once said to yourself.

Blinking the tiredness away, you head to fetch fresh clothes and shower the day away— earning the much deserved relaxation underneath the warm water. It didn’t take you long before your back pressed down the bed as your hand stretched out to reach your phone, which had been ringing since earlier.

“Miss me?” You greet teasingly the moment you pick up the call, expecting a flustered and awkward answer.

Yet surprisingly, a breathy moan replies. “M-mommy..”

Though currently alone, you feel the air around you switch up. Almost as if Jeno has this ability to control your surroundings. Suddenly, it feels hotter, and the atmosphere feels heavier.

“Jen, baby?” Carefully, you call out to him.

Jeno whimpers your name. “Please, f-.. fuck,”

Wet squelches echo from the other line, accompanied by the constant grunts and heavy breathing from your boyfriend.

You chuckle to yourself. The three days of being away from each other finally got to him, huh?

“What’s wrong, Jen? Why do you sound so breathless?” A frustrated whimper pierces your ears, eliciting a giggle once again.

Jeno, despite being miles away, is so easy to read. Judging by the sounds he’s making, he’s most definitely been touching himself longer than you think.

“I—…”

“Hmm? What is it?”

“Need you,” Jeno gasps. “Need you so bad, right now— please.”

The desperation in his voice didn’t go unnoticed.

“Right,” Glancing quickly at the time, you figured losing an hour or two of sleep wouldn’t be too much. “Let me see, baby.”

You could hear Jeno letting out a sound of relief. It’s actually pathetic that before the camera opens, you are also able to hear thudding noises— as though the phone drops from his grip— and a few hurried shuffling.

“Oh my,” You mockingly says as the screen displays Jeno’s cock; red, hard, and wet.

His hand doesn’t stop stroking his length one bit. But it’s neither fast paced nor haste, it’s rather slow. Almost like he’s easing the ache. Or merely testing the waters. The said waters are your mood.

“Oh, love, look at you,” Your voice is laced with faux pity. “Have you been thinking about Mommy?”

Jeno answers no less than a heartbeat. “Yes! Been thinking about you, Mommy. Puppy loves Mommy so much, miss you— ah— miss you so much!”

He’s far too gone in his subspace.

God, just how much you love seeing a man so tall and buff falling beneath just barely your fingertips. A man so tough yet crumbles at the sound of your voice. A man so big yet whimpers at your every command.

“Did you? I miss you too, baby. Tell Mommy what you’ve been thinking about her?”

His grip tightens at your words. Jeno takes it as a signal to quicken his pace. “I—I wanna eat out Mommy so bad. Miss your pussy, I’ll eat, shit oh shit, you so good. Wanna fuck you— please let me fuck you, Mommy. Can I fuck you, please?”

His incoherent ramblings send straight to your core. Your hand disappears between your legs, slotting themselves between the soaked lips of your pussy as you slowly rub your clit in circles.

“Yeah? Puppy wants to fuck Mommy?”

The screen shakes, possibly from Jeno’s eager nodding. How can a big man be this cute?

“But since when did you learn how to use his cock, hmm? I always had to do all the work because you cannot use that cock properly.”

In your words, Jeno’s hips desperately thrust upwards to meet the stroke of his hand. His whimpers intensifies and the phone slips out every now and then from his grasp.

“What would your gym rat friends’ reactions be if they see you like this? Such a big cock all to waste, tsk tsk.”

Murmurs of apologies soon fill your ears. And if your hearing ability is not deceiving you, you might’ve heard a few sobs.

The movement of his hips stutters a second, allowing you to see just how he tries not to cut off the pleasure shooting in his body.

“But you don’t care, don’t you? As long as Mommy gets to play you like the toy you are. You like it, don’t you, Puppy? Being Mommy’s good boy?”

Jeno exclaims. “Y-yes! Ahh fuck, I’m Mommy’s good boy— yes! Oh please—“

“You are, baby. My good boy.” Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you thrust your finger inside your hole in sync with Jeno’s strokes.

“Come for me, puppy. Show me how good you are.”

A chant of your name and series of ‘thank you’s is what finally pushes you to the edge. Shutting your eyes close and throwing your head back to the pillow as you listen to your boyfriend coming undone with you.

You both bask in the euphoric feeling until Jeno cuts it off with a lovely murmur.

“I really miss you, you know?”

Laughing softly, you face your screen again. Only then you realized that you didn’t turn on your camera all this time. So you switched it open.

“I miss you too. 2 days more, then I’ll be back home.”

“2 days is heeeell,” You watch as Jeno buries his face to the pillows.

“It’ll fly faster, I promise. The next thing you know I’m right there sleeping beside you.”

“Promise?” Jeno asks, voice fading. You giggle at the obvious sleepiness.

“Yes, I promise. Now, wash up and go to sleep, baby.”

Unless he wants to sleep sticky and carry the responsibility of washing the sheets tomorrow, Jeno had no choice but to follow your words. Soon you both had to say your goodbyes and I love yous to each other.

2 days more. And you’ll be back to your puppy-like boyfriend.

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Death Sentence — 이민형.

Your breath picks up a tad bit faster as you bite your lip in hesitation. Upon planning how this day will go, it never crossed your mind. But as you loomed over your panting boyfriend with a promise to give him anything he wants, you suppose it’s inevitable.

“Baby, please..” Mark reaches out for your hips, pawing at them. Desperation undoubtedly laces off his words, just as his face.

You allow him to coax you further up on his body until your dripping core is above where his mouth awaits.

“Promise to tap my legs when you can’t breathe anymore or want out of this?”

“Worry not— we both know I could easily carry you off of me, love.” A cheeky remark from him to which you roll your eyes at. Mark thumbs your inner thigh, unable to take his gaze off your pussy. “Now, can I please please have you sit on my face?”

His glassy eyes look up at you. And you sigh, knowing pleasuring you had always been Mark’s joy.

“Promise me, first.” You say firmly.

This time, it’s your boyfriend’s turn to sigh. “It’s hardly necessary.”

“It is, actually. I’m quite sending you here to your death sentence.”

“What—“

“Mark!”

“Alright, fine! Fine, I promise!” Mark kisses your clit softly before running his tongue all over the expanse of your fold. “I promise, babe. Now, can I have the time of my life suffocating between your delicious thighs?”

You let out an exasperated sound as you finally give in. Brushing your finger through Mark’s hair for the last time, you find leverage in the bed post and lower your body to meet Mark’s eager tongue.

“Yes,” His muffled words vibrate.

Mark’s tongue, skillful as it had always been, flickers over your clit. He encloses his lips around it, sucking and nibbling the button to its soreness. Your legs shake and your moans quiver, the movement of your hips unconsciously starts.

“Oh gods— Mark!”

He crane his neck in an attempt to bury his face deeper in you, humming when he succeeds. Though still, Mark finds himself unfulfilled. Your juices may be dripping along his jaw right now but it’s only halfway to what he truly wants.

Mark wants you to sit on his face. Like he’s just some chair made for you specifically to rest on.

And even if he understands your concern for him, Mark can get stubborn when he likes to.

He stretches a hand from your stomach to your breast, coming in contact with your perked nipple. Trapping it between his forefinger and thumb, Mark pinches and pulls just the way you like it, eliciting a wanton wail from you as you buck up your hips over his mouth faster.

“Mark, Mark! fuck, it’s so good. You’re so— keep going, oh shit!”

Your knee slips from all the squirming, causing you to rest the entirety of your bodyweight solely on Mark’s mouth and nose.

And your boyfriend moans loudly. With his eyes crossed.

Before you can scramble off of him, afraid to cut off his air, Mark’s arms already lock your thighs tightly to his cheeks as he indulges himself in his most delicious feast.

“Just like that, babe. Ride my face.”

His fingers dig into your skin as he coaxes you to move your hips in a way that his tongue goes in and out of your hole while you clit bumps against his nose. Your hands fly aimlessly, not knowing whether to pull his hair, grip the sheets below you, or hold on to the bedpost for dear life.

You opt for the first option, grabbing a handful of his hair as your free hand reprises what he was doing earlier to your breast. Your head hung between your shoulders, eyes shut tightly as moans endlessly escape you.

“Maark, Mark, please. Oh gods— oh shit!— Mark, I’m gonna, haaah, cum! I’m gonna cum! Mark, Mark, Mark!”

Mark relentlessly laps you up, ignoring his lungs’ call for air because fuck is it worth it to have coming all over his tongue rather than come up for a break. It’s no joke when he says he’d die eating your pussy.

“Come on, babe. Fuck my tongue.”

His hand lands a slap across your ass cheek and you come on him hard. The shaking of your legs paired with sensitivity causes you to clamp them on Mark tightly, an action he welcomed gratefully as his tongue didn’t falter even a second. Mark cleans you up, maybe even planned to bring you to another orgasm when you pulled away from him.

“I-I’m sorry, babe. I didn’t realize I was sitting—“

“Sorry?” Mark chuckles and sits up, placing on his lap. “What on earth are you sorry for? That was fucking hot the only thing that prevented me from busting a nut is because I wanted to do it inside you.”

Blood rushes up to your cheeks as you swat his arm. Smiling menacingly, Mark buries his head on your neck and kisses along your skin until you’re a giggling mess.

“Babe,” He breathes out on your skin.

“Hmm?”

“If I don’t get to fuck your lovely cunt sooner, my death sentence might be cut short.”

You double down laughing on the bed as Mark’s eyes darken.

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Puppy — 이제노.

wish you were here right now

PAIRING: lee jeno x you

GENRE: phone sex

WORD COUNT: 1k+ words

WARNINGS: sub!jeno, mommy kink, puppy jeno, exaggerated usage of petnames (well— puppy and mommy), masturbation, reader is a meanie

SYNOPSIS: The 3 days of separation is finally getting in to your boyfriend.

A/N: I couldn’t get jeno out of my head these days, might as well use this to get rid of writer’s block. enjoy this food and tell me if you have other requests!

An exasperated sigh escapes past your lips as your purse hits the soft padding of the couch, followed by your weight. Unhesitatingly, you move to chuck your shoes out of your feet and allow yourself to relax after a long day.

At times like this, you question your decision of pursuing architecture. All the endless days of floor planning got you thinking if this was really the right path for you. However each time, you get reminded that it is exactly why you chose this career.

“It’s architecture, or nothing,” You once said to yourself.

Blinking the tiredness away, you head to fetch fresh clothes and shower the day away— earning the much deserved relaxation underneath the warm water. It didn’t take you long before your back pressed down the bed as your hand stretched out to reach your phone, which had been ringing since earlier.

“Miss me?” You greet teasingly the moment you pick up the call, expecting a flustered and awkward answer.

Yet surprisingly, a breathy moan replies. “M-mommy..”

Though currently alone, you feel the air around you switch up. Almost as if Jeno has this ability to control your surroundings. Suddenly, it feels hotter, and the atmosphere feels heavier.

“Jen, baby?” Carefully, you call out to him.

Jeno whimpers your name. “Please, f-.. fuck,”

Wet squelches echo from the other line, accompanied by the constant grunts and heavy breathing from your boyfriend.

You chuckle to yourself. The three days of being away from each other finally got to him, huh?

“What’s wrong, Jen? Why do you sound so breathless?” A frustrated whimper pierces your ears, eliciting a giggle once again.

Jeno, despite being miles away, is so easy to read. Judging by the sounds he’s making, he’s most definitely been touching himself longer than you think.

“I—…”

“Hmm? What is it?”

“Need you,” Jeno gasps. “Need you so bad, right now— please.”

The desperation in his voice didn’t go unnoticed.

“Right,” Glancing quickly at the time, you figured losing an hour or two of sleep wouldn’t be too much. “Let me see, baby.”

You could hear Jeno letting out a sound of relief. It’s actually pathetic that before the camera opens, you are also able to hear thudding noises— as though the phone drops from his grip— and a few hurried shuffling.

“Oh my,” You mockingly says as the screen displays Jeno’s cock; red, hard, and wet.

His hand doesn’t stop stroking his length one bit. But it’s neither fast paced nor haste, it’s rather slow. Almost like he’s easing the ache. Or merely testing the waters. The said waters are your mood.

“Oh, love, look at you,” Your voice is laced with faux pity. “Have you been thinking about Mommy?”

Jeno answers no less than a heartbeat. “Yes! Been thinking about you, Mommy. Puppy loves Mommy so much, miss you— ah— miss you so much!”

He’s far too gone in his subspace.

God, just how much you love seeing a man so tall and buff falling beneath just barely your fingertips. A man so tough yet crumbles at the sound of your voice. A man so big yet whimpers at your every command.

“Did you? I miss you too, baby. Tell Mommy what you’ve been thinking about her?”

His grip tightens at your words. Jeno takes it as a signal to quicken his pace. “I—I wanna eat out Mommy so bad. Miss your pussy, I’ll eat, shit oh shit, you so good. Wanna fuck you— please let me fuck you, Mommy. Can I fuck you, please?”

His incoherent ramblings send straight to your core. Your hand disappears between your legs, slotting themselves between the soaked lips of your pussy as you slowly rub your clit in circles.

“Yeah? Puppy wants to fuck Mommy?”

The screen shakes, possibly from Jeno’s eager nodding. How can a big man be this cute?

“But since when did you learn how to use his cock, hmm? I always had to do all the work because you cannot use that cock properly.”

In your words, Jeno’s hips desperately thrust upwards to meet the stroke of his hand. His whimpers intensifies and the phone slips out every now and then from his grasp.

“What would your gym rat friends’ reactions be if they see you like this? Such a big cock all to waste, tsk tsk.”

Murmurs of apologies soon fill your ears. And if your hearing ability is not deceiving you, you might’ve heard a few sobs.

The movement of his hips stutters a second, allowing you to see just how he tries not to cut off the pleasure shooting in his body.

“But you don’t care, don’t you? As long as Mommy gets to play you like the toy you are. You like it, don’t you, Puppy? Being Mommy’s good boy?”

Jeno exclaims. “Y-yes! Ahh fuck, I’m Mommy’s good boy— yes! Oh please—“

“You are, baby. My good boy.” Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you thrust your finger inside your hole in sync with Jeno’s strokes.

“Come for me, puppy. Show me how good you are.”

A chant of your name and series of ‘thank you’s is what finally pushes you to the edge. Shutting your eyes close and throwing your head back to the pillow as you listen to your boyfriend coming undone with you.

You both bask in the euphoric feeling until Jeno cuts it off with a lovely murmur.

“I really miss you, you know?”

Laughing softly, you face your screen again. Only then you realized that you didn’t turn on your camera all this time. So you switched it open.

“I miss you too. 2 days more, then I’ll be back home.”

“2 days is heeeell,” You watch as Jeno buries his face to the pillows.

“It’ll fly faster, I promise. The next thing you know I’m right there sleeping beside you.”

“Promise?” Jeno asks, voice fading. You giggle at the obvious sleepiness.

“Yes, I promise. Now, wash up and go to sleep, baby.”

Unless he wants to sleep sticky and carry the responsibility of washing the sheets tomorrow, Jeno had no choice but to follow your words. Soon you both had to say your goodbyes and I love yous to each other.

2 days more. And you’ll be back to your puppy-like boyfriend.

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Freak — 이해찬.

skirt off, fuck in the backseat

“Fuck,” You whisper under your breath as you see a glimpse of your skirt flying to the other side of the car. You then hear a grunt from Haechan, his black leather jacket and plain shirt in the same color joining your skirt.

Neither of you knows when and how you ended up in this position. Though, you do know that it started when your eyes met his from across Jihoon’s house.

“Chew him up, dear,” Ningning cackles in your ear when she catches you and Haechan arguing whether you’ll do ‘beerpong’ or ‘truth or dare’.

And chew him up you did. Just in another way.

Haechan swoops the back of your head and pulls you in for a kiss once again, shoving his tongue in your mouth knowing well it’s welcomed and expected. His free hand travels down to your bare legs, squeezing the flesh of your thigh.

The car is hot and you’re dripping in sweat, yet it didn’t stop Haechan from wrapping his arms around you as he tugs you impossibly closer and licks the expanse of your shoulder to your neck. He hums in satisfaction.

You push him by the shoulders and tangle your fingers in his hair. “You’re such a freak,”

He scoffs and sports a cocky smirk. Haechan lifts you on his lap before dropping your weight down, effectively slipping his length fully deep in to your pussy. Gasping harshly, your hands scramble to find leverage on the same shoulders you pushed a moment ago.

“Cat got your tongue?” Haechan slips out his cock just before the tip and roughly thrusts it back in, punching out a whimper bordering the lines of a yelp out of you.

“Shut—“ You pull away and lean on the passenger seat’s backrest. Your hand then makes its way to cover Haechan’s mouth. “Up,”

Despite only having the upper part of his face visible, you could still see the way his eyes gleam with slyness. Just like that, annoyance bubbles inside you once again.

“You’re so fucking annoying,” You mutter irritably as your grip goes from hovering over his lips to his throat.

Instead of bouncing, your hips swirl around his hard length. You lean forward just enough to look him straight in his eyes and watch as it rolls to the back of his head, his mouth falls open as he basks in pleasure.

Haechan swears the combination of our warm walls tightening continuously with your hand choking him just how he likes it will be the death of him.

Dying in the hands of the most insufferable and annoyingly attractive person he had ever seen is something he never planned, but was nevertheless finally accepted.

“Ah shit,” It’s a whimper that escapes Haechan’s lips.

“Close?” You stop your movements and ask tauntingly.

He thrusts his hips upwards, as if frustrated. “Move,”

A brow raises due to his order. Your grip closes on his throat a little tighter.

Irritated, he looks you in the eye in an attempt to challenge your power over him. To his dismay, Haechan melts underneath you as you slip out of his cock. His prior firmness turns into a mush.

He grunts and tries to resume his thrusts. “I swear to— I’m close,”

“Yeah?” You let out a laugh.

“Yeah,”

“And what does that have to do with me?”

Haechan calls out your name. “Make me come,”

“Make you come?”

He gulps, determined not to back down. And yet once squeeze and a raise of his brow, he lets out an exhale.

“Please,” Haechan finally says. “Please, make me come.”

Satisfied, a smile stretches in the corner of your lips as you place a kiss on his forehead and lips.

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LET THE WORLD BURN — 이동혁.

this is how it always had to end. if I can't have you, no one can

PAIRING: lee donghyuck x reader

GENRE: the crazy and his lovely

WORD COUNT: 2k words

WARNINGS: violence, gore, torture (brief), mentions of no remorse, kingpin!haechan, public sex (club)

SYNOPSIS: Haechan wakes up without you beside him, and later at night, he found you flirting with another man. Too bad, because for him— if he can't have you, no one can.

A/N: another dark-ish fic for haechan, inspired by this tiktok even tho it has no connection lmaoooo. hope you enjoy reading!

NOW PLAYING... LET THE WORLD BURN BY CHRIS GREY !

One would squint their eyes, losing themselves to the rhythm of blasting music as they let the dizzy haze caused by the alcohol consume their body— but not him. Bright lights flashes across Haechan’s face amidst the initial darkness of the room. The whiskey sloshes inside his rocks glass, circling the ice. Despite drinking the same liquor ever since the sky got dark, Haechan doesn’t feel lighthearted nor tipsy from it.

Instead, he gets drunk on the way your black body con dress hugs your curves perfectly, accentuating the physical features he desires so much it hurts to admit it. Every shadow created by your form and the flickering lights inside the club sends his cock stiffening as the clock ticks.

You’re so fucking beautiful. That kind of face he would be ecstatic to show off hanging by his arm as he tells the world that you’re his and no one else’s. 

So imagine how much it wounds him when he woke up this morning and founds out that the other side of the bed had gone cold. Too cold that the other parts of his penthouse feels icy as well, showing no signs of life other than his– if he’s even alive.

The streets say coming across Haechan is worse than meeting death. From his blank yet chilling stare to his unwavering decisions on the lives of people that wronged him. He’s neither remorseful nor guilty from all the blood that covered his skin. Turn the lights on, he phrases. The set of words made rounds and established itself as something one wouldn’t wish to hear. Because Haechan doesn’t usually handle problems himself, most of the time it’s his goons that does it. But when he takes matter in to his own hands? He doesn’t just kill them. He sucks the life out of them.

And now, as he watches you exchange giggles with someone, looking happier then you were with him– Haechan feels the green hue of jealousy running through his veins, pumping the same hue to the every inch of his body.

Is he the reason why you left him this morning? Is he the reason why you’re not beside Haechan, batting your pretty eyes and whispering sweet pleas against his ears?

The rocks glass previously on his hold is now on the table as Haechan walks where you are seated. He dangles the unopened bottle of whiskey in front of the man’s face, catching both of your attention. You stand up, mouth agape, as you leave the man alone on the couch.

“Hyuck?”

Your call of his name falls to deaf ears. And a rather numbing series of screams fills your ears after Haechan smashes the glass bottle on the man’s head, sending him laying on the couch bleeding and unmoving. 

Haechan walks around the table separating the both of them and picks him up in a sitting position by his collar. “Don’t worry, it’s on the house.”

He shoves the man’s chest and pulls out his gun. Three resounding gunshots ring inside the club, each closely shot in no more than an arm away from the man’s face. There’s no patrons left in the dance floor, none on the couches and seats as well. Except for the staffs who are rushing to close the doors, and the group of men sitting in the balcony of VIP section, Haechan’s men.

You watch as he picks up the neck of the shattered bottle, and winces when he gauges the pair of eyeballs, throwing it somewhere for his staff to find out later. Now there are six holes in Jeon In-su’s face. Two for his eye sockets, one for his mouth, one on his forehead, and one on the each side of his cheeks.

Haechan throws away the bottle, wiping down his bloodied hands on his pants. Then, he turns to you.

A hitched breath interrupts your lungs, observing the remaining blood stains on his skin.

“Am I next… ?”

Haechan lets out a deep chuckle, shaking his head. He caresses your cheek, gaze drifting to your lips. “Oh yes, you are. I’ve got a lot of things coming for you, pretty.”

A smile stretches your face as Haechan surges for a deep torrid kiss, almost immediately diving his tongue in your mouth. It’s messy and full of spit. Normally, you wouldn’t want to ruin your look and makeout beside a corpse but nothing is normal when it comes to Lee Donghyuck.

He picks you up by a hand wrapped around your waist and another on your leg, blindly striding towards the counter. Placing you on top of it, his kisses travels to your neck, littering bruises anywhere his mouth could reach. Haechan’s hands then busies themselves exploring your body, arriving at the hem of your dress. He gathers fabric just enough to fit in his fist and bunches it upwards past your hips.

The pads of his fingers comes in contact with your soaked panties, earning a whimper from you and a pleased hum from Haechan. Oh how he loves being reminded how much effect he has on you. He’s blissful as he feels the slimy wetness coating his fingers, almost letting him slide in with no trouble.

“Donghyuck..”

The man hums in response to your call, dragging your dress’ padded chest area and tugs it downwards, revealing your breasts together with your nipples perked up just as how Haechan likes it. His mouth leaves no space of time, immediately coming down to suck on your bud loudly while the other plays with it to bring the same amount of pleasure.

You draw your head back, eyes close shut, basking in attention and near worshipping Haechan is doing to your body. The way he lick every part he lays his eyes on. The sound he makes when he tastes you on his fingers. The unconsciously desperate humps of his hips against your knee. There’s no hint of him masking it nor desire of hiding it in privacy. After all, it is no secret that you are Haechan’s kryptonite.

You’re all he needs to crumble down.

“Fuck,” A smirk curls on your lips at the breathless whisper from the man. Your hand finds itself tangled in Haechan’s hair, pulling his head backwards as you press you lips against his ears.

“Say it,” You peck the side of his head lightly. “Say it, Donghyuck. Let them hear you.”

Haechan shivers in your hold. Groaning at the loss of feeling your nipples on his tongue, he meets your eyes, lids heavy and seemingly short of air. “Darling.. please, let me taste you.”

You chuckle softly, satisfied by his pleas and the obvious shock on his goons’ faces. They try hard not to listen, to ignore whatever goes down between the two of you and focus on watching the surroundings on alert. Yet the rare image of their kingpin begging makes it hard to do so.

At your approval, Haechan sinks down to his knees in no time and dives his face deep in your cunt. You moan, leaning back as you use your palms as a leverage, gasping following Haechan’s tongue gliding across your pussy before slurping your juices. He grips your thigh, even more fueled by the sweet taste on his tongue.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” His tongue, a weapon honed by years of intimidation, now trembles as it explores the hidden depths within you. Each thrust is a controlled explosion, a release of the simmering tension that built between you.

"Haechan–! Fuck!" Your voice, usually a silken whisper, is now a raw, desperate plea. It is a sound that resonates deep within him, a reminder of the power you hold over him.

He pins you down, his grip not entirely gentle, but not the brutal dominance he usually exudes. There is a subtle tremor in his hands, a barely perceptible shift in his gaze, as if he is struggling to maintain control.

His lips devour you, not with the predatory hunger of a wolf, but with a focused intensity that borders on obsession. His fingers, usually instruments of control, now move with a frantic urgency, each stroke a desperate attempt to reach a crescendo.

As your climax nears, your body convulses beneath him, a symphony of pleasure and surrender. Donghyuck watches, his gaze unwavering, as your eyes roll back, your name escaping your lips in a series of broken gasps.

In that moment, the kingpin, the man who rules the underworld, is nothing more than a man, utterly consumed by your pleasure. The fear he instills in others is replaced by a quiet desperation, a subtle crumble in his facade, a reminder that even the most powerful men can be brought to their knees by the sheer force of your desire.

He pulls away abruptly, a primal need surging through him. Rising to his feet, he begins to strip, his movements a blur of dark intent. He returns, a vision of raw power, his pants and boxers discarded, revealing a magnificent specimen – long, thick, and crowned with an angry tip.

Haechan pumps his cock, his gaze fixed on your flushed face, on the way your breath hitches in your throat.

You meet his gaze, a defiant glint in your own eyes. "Go on."

A slow, predatory smile spreads across his face. "As you wish."

He nudges your legs open, a low growl escaping his throat as his cock breaches the entrance, the friction igniting a fire within you. You arch your back, meeting his thrust with your own, a silent challenge.

"You're more eager than I anticipated," he murmurs, his voice a low growl.

You simply smirk, a silent invitation to continue.

He wraps his hand around your knee, folding your body until it touches the cool, hard surface of the counter, deepening the thrust, a painful pleasure that makes you gasp. "Fuck– do you see that, darling? Look at your stomach, shit, it's bulging. Am I too big for your tight pussy?"

He pins you against the counter, his weight heavy, his gaze intense.

"Enjoying yourself?" he asks, his voice a low growl.

You meet his gaze, your own filled with a mixture of pleasure and defiance. "Exceedingly."

"Good. You should be." He plows into you, a relentless rhythm that blurs your vision, white spots dancing before your eyes.

You grip the edge of the counter, your nails digging into the cool surface, a low moan escaping your lips. "Harder."

He smirks, increasing the pace and intensity of his thrusts. "As you wish."

You white out, shuddering against the hard, unforgiving surface of the counter, your body arching, your name escaping your lips in a series of broken gasps. He buries his head in the crook of your neck, a low groan rumbling in his chest as he reaches his own peak, pulling out to finish on your back. He leans in and kisses you, a soft, teasing kiss that send shivers down your spine. Haechan pulls away, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Now," he whispers, his voice low and husky. "Let's go home, my darling."

He fixes your dress and brushes the hair off of your shoulders, pressing another kiss before he places an arm on your waist, guiding you out of his club. The group of men behind falls into a formation behind him, signalling the remaining staffs to clean up the mess. You look over your shoulder to take one last look of the deformed body. And to your surprise, no guilt rushes in your veins.

Instead, what you feel is a strange sense of anticipation, a mixture of excitement and desire.

You know this is just the beginning.

The beginning of a life you’ve never thought you’d live.

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Freak — 이해찬.

skirt off, fuck in the backseat

“Fuck,” You whisper under your breath as you see a glimpse of your skirt flying to the other side of the car. You then hear a grunt from Haechan, his black leather jacket and plain shirt in the same color joining your skirt.

Neither of you knows when and how you ended up in this position. Though, you do know that it started when your eyes met his from across Jihoon’s house.

“Chew him up, dear,” Ningning cackles in your ear when she catches you and Haechan arguing whether you’ll do ‘beerpong’ or ‘truth or dare’.

And chew him up you did. Just in another way.

Haechan swoops the back of your head and pulls you in for a kiss once again, shoving his tongue in your mouth knowing well it’s welcomed and expected. His free hand travels down to your bare legs, squeezing the flesh of your thigh.

The car is hot and you’re dripping in sweat, yet it didn’t stop Haechan from wrapping his arms around you as he tugs you impossibly closer and licks the expanse of your shoulder to your neck. He hums in satisfaction.

You push him by the shoulders and tangle your fingers in his hair. “You’re such a freak,”

He scoffs and sports a cocky smirk. Haechan lifts you on his lap before dropping your weight down, effectively slipping his length fully deep in to your pussy. Gasping harshly, your hands scramble to find leverage on the same shoulders you pushed a moment ago.

“Cat got your tongue?” Haechan slips out his cock just before the tip and roughly thrusts it back in, punching out a whimper bordering the lines of a yelp out of you.

“Shut—“ You pull away and lean on the passenger seat’s backrest. Your hand then makes its way to cover Haechan’s mouth. “Up,”

Despite only having the upper part of his face visible, you could still see the way his eyes gleam with slyness. Just like that, annoyance bubbles inside you once again.

“You’re so fucking annoying,” You mutter irritably as your grip goes from hovering over his lips to his throat.

Instead of bouncing, your hips swirl around his hard length. You lean forward just enough to look him straight in his eyes and watch as it rolls to the back of his head, his mouth falls open as he basks in pleasure.

Haechan swears the combination of our warm walls tightening continuously with your hand choking him just how he likes it will be the death of him.

Dying in the hands of the most insufferable and annoyingly attractive person he had ever seen is something he never planned, but was nevertheless finally accepted.

“Ah shit,” It’s a whimper that escapes Haechan’s lips.

“Close?” You stop your movements and ask tauntingly.

He thrusts his hips upwards, as if frustrated. “Move,”

A brow raises due to his order. Your grip closes on his throat a little tighter.

Irritated, he looks you in the eye in an attempt to challenge your power over him. To his dismay, Haechan melts underneath you as you slip out of his cock. His prior firmness turns into a mush.

He grunts and tries to resume his thrusts. “I swear to— I’m close,”

“Yeah?” You let out a laugh.

“Yeah,”

“And what does that have to do with me?”

Haechan calls out your name. “Make me come,”

“Make you come?”

He gulps, determined not to back down. And yet once squeeze and a raise of his brow, he lets out an exhale.

“Please,” Haechan finally says. “Please, make me come.”

Satisfied, a smile stretches in the corner of your lips as you place a kiss on his forehead and lips.

[prodbymaui]

Puppy — 이제노.

wish you were here right now

PAIRING: lee jeno x you

GENRE: phone sex

WORD COUNT: 1k+ words

WARNINGS: sub!jeno, mommy kink, puppy jeno, exaggerated usage of petnames (well— puppy and mommy), masturbation, reader is a meanie

SYNOPSIS: The 3 days of separation is finally getting in to your boyfriend.

A/N: I couldn’t get jeno out of my head these days, might as well use this to get rid of writer’s block. enjoy this food and tell me if you have other requests!

An exasperated sigh escapes past your lips as your purse hits the soft padding of the couch, followed by your weight. Unhesitatingly, you move to chuck your shoes out of your feet and allow yourself to relax after a long day.

At times like this, you question your decision of pursuing architecture. All the endless days of floor planning got you thinking if this was really the right path for you. However each time, you get reminded that it is exactly why you chose this career.

“It’s architecture, or nothing,” You once said to yourself.

Blinking the tiredness away, you head to fetch fresh clothes and shower the day away— earning the much deserved relaxation underneath the warm water. It didn’t take you long before your back pressed down the bed as your hand stretched out to reach your phone, which had been ringing since earlier.

“Miss me?” You greet teasingly the moment you pick up the call, expecting a flustered and awkward answer.

Yet surprisingly, a breathy moan replies. “M-mommy..”

Though currently alone, you feel the air around you switch up. Almost as if Jeno has this ability to control your surroundings. Suddenly, it feels hotter, and the atmosphere feels heavier.

“Jen, baby?” Carefully, you call out to him.

Jeno whimpers your name. “Please, f-.. fuck,”

Wet squelches echo from the other line, accompanied by the constant grunts and heavy breathing from your boyfriend.

You chuckle to yourself. The three days of being away from each other finally got to him, huh?

“What’s wrong, Jen? Why do you sound so breathless?” A frustrated whimper pierces your ears, eliciting a giggle once again.

Jeno, despite being miles away, is so easy to read. Judging by the sounds he’s making, he’s most definitely been touching himself longer than you think.

“I—…”

“Hmm? What is it?”

“Need you,” Jeno gasps. “Need you so bad, right now— please.”

The desperation in his voice didn’t go unnoticed.

“Right,” Glancing quickly at the time, you figured losing an hour or two of sleep wouldn’t be too much. “Let me see, baby.”

You could hear Jeno letting out a sound of relief. It’s actually pathetic that before the camera opens, you are also able to hear thudding noises— as though the phone drops from his grip— and a few hurried shuffling.

“Oh my,” You mockingly says as the screen displays Jeno’s cock; red, hard, and wet.

His hand doesn’t stop stroking his length one bit. But it’s neither fast paced nor haste, it’s rather slow. Almost like he’s easing the ache. Or merely testing the waters. The said waters are your mood.

“Oh, love, look at you,” Your voice is laced with faux pity. “Have you been thinking about Mommy?”

Jeno answers no less than a heartbeat. “Yes! Been thinking about you, Mommy. Puppy loves Mommy so much, miss you— ah— miss you so much!”

He’s far too gone in his subspace.

God, just how much you love seeing a man so tall and buff falling beneath just barely your fingertips. A man so tough yet crumbles at the sound of your voice. A man so big yet whimpers at your every command.

“Did you? I miss you too, baby. Tell Mommy what you’ve been thinking about her?”

His grip tightens at your words. Jeno takes it as a signal to quicken his pace. “I—I wanna eat out Mommy so bad. Miss your pussy, I’ll eat, shit oh shit, you so good. Wanna fuck you— please let me fuck you, Mommy. Can I fuck you, please?”

His incoherent ramblings send straight to your core. Your hand disappears between your legs, slotting themselves between the soaked lips of your pussy as you slowly rub your clit in circles.

“Yeah? Puppy wants to fuck Mommy?”

The screen shakes, possibly from Jeno’s eager nodding. How can a big man be this cute?

“But since when did you learn how to use his cock, hmm? I always had to do all the work because you cannot use that cock properly.”

In your words, Jeno’s hips desperately thrust upwards to meet the stroke of his hand. His whimpers intensifies and the phone slips out every now and then from his grasp.

“What would your gym rat friends’ reactions be if they see you like this? Such a big cock all to waste, tsk tsk.”

Murmurs of apologies soon fill your ears. And if your hearing ability is not deceiving you, you might’ve heard a few sobs.

The movement of his hips stutters a second, allowing you to see just how he tries not to cut off the pleasure shooting in his body.

“But you don’t care, don’t you? As long as Mommy gets to play you like the toy you are. You like it, don’t you, Puppy? Being Mommy’s good boy?”

Jeno exclaims. “Y-yes! Ahh fuck, I’m Mommy’s good boy— yes! Oh please—“

“You are, baby. My good boy.” Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you thrust your finger inside your hole in sync with Jeno’s strokes.

“Come for me, puppy. Show me how good you are.”

A chant of your name and series of ‘thank you’s is what finally pushes you to the edge. Shutting your eyes close and throwing your head back to the pillow as you listen to your boyfriend coming undone with you.

You both bask in the euphoric feeling until Jeno cuts it off with a lovely murmur.

“I really miss you, you know?”

Laughing softly, you face your screen again. Only then you realized that you didn’t turn on your camera all this time. So you switched it open.

“I miss you too. 2 days more, then I’ll be back home.”

“2 days is heeeell,” You watch as Jeno buries his face to the pillows.

“It’ll fly faster, I promise. The next thing you know I’m right there sleeping beside you.”

“Promise?” Jeno asks, voice fading. You giggle at the obvious sleepiness.

“Yes, I promise. Now, wash up and go to sleep, baby.”

Unless he wants to sleep sticky and carry the responsibility of washing the sheets tomorrow, Jeno had no choice but to follow your words. Soon you both had to say your goodbyes and I love yous to each other.

2 days more. And you’ll be back to your puppy-like boyfriend.

[prodbymaui]

Freak — 이해찬.

skirt off, fuck in the backseat

“Fuck,” You whisper under your breath as you see a glimpse of your skirt flying to the other side of the car. You then hear a grunt from Haechan, his black leather jacket and plain shirt in the same color joining your skirt.

Neither of you knows when and how you ended up in this position. Though, you do know that it started when your eyes met his from across Jihoon’s house.

“Chew him up, dear,” Ningning cackles in your ear when she catches you and Haechan arguing whether you’ll do ‘beerpong’ or ‘truth or dare’.

And chew him up you did. Just in another way.

Haechan swoops the back of your head and pulls you in for a kiss once again, shoving his tongue in your mouth knowing well it’s welcomed and expected. His free hand travels down to your bare legs, squeezing the flesh of your thigh.

The car is hot and you’re dripping in sweat, yet it didn’t stop Haechan from wrapping his arms around you as he tugs you impossibly closer and licks the expanse of your shoulder to your neck. He hums in satisfaction.

You push him by the shoulders and tangle your fingers in his hair. “You’re such a freak,”

He scoffs and sports a cocky smirk. Haechan lifts you on his lap before dropping your weight down, effectively slipping his length fully deep in to your pussy. Gasping harshly, your hands scramble to find leverage on the same shoulders you pushed a moment ago.

“Cat got your tongue?” Haechan slips out his cock just before the tip and roughly thrusts it back in, punching out a whimper bordering the lines of a yelp out of you.

“Shut—“ You pull away and lean on the passenger seat’s backrest. Your hand then makes its way to cover Haechan’s mouth. “Up,”

Despite only having the upper part of his face visible, you could still see the way his eyes gleam with slyness. Just like that, annoyance bubbles inside you once again.

“You’re so fucking annoying,” You mutter irritably as your grip goes from hovering over his lips to his throat.

Instead of bouncing, your hips swirl around his hard length. You lean forward just enough to look him straight in his eyes and watch as it rolls to the back of his head, his mouth falls open as he basks in pleasure.

Haechan swears the combination of our warm walls tightening continuously with your hand choking him just how he likes it will be the death of him.

Dying in the hands of the most insufferable and annoyingly attractive person he had ever seen is something he never planned, but was nevertheless finally accepted.

“Ah shit,” It’s a whimper that escapes Haechan’s lips.

“Close?” You stop your movements and ask tauntingly.

He thrusts his hips upwards, as if frustrated. “Move,”

A brow raises due to his order. Your grip closes on his throat a little tighter.

Irritated, he looks you in the eye in an attempt to challenge your power over him. To his dismay, Haechan melts underneath you as you slip out of his cock. His prior firmness turns into a mush.

He grunts and tries to resume his thrusts. “I swear to— I’m close,”

“Yeah?” You let out a laugh.

“Yeah,”

“And what does that have to do with me?”

Haechan calls out your name. “Make me come,”

“Make you come?”

He gulps, determined not to back down. And yet once squeeze and a raise of his brow, he lets out an exhale.

“Please,” Haechan finally says. “Please, make me come.”

Satisfied, a smile stretches in the corner of your lips as you place a kiss on his forehead and lips.

[prodbymaui]

Puppy — 이제노.

wish you were here right now

PAIRING: lee jeno x you

GENRE: phone sex

WORD COUNT: 1k+ words

WARNINGS: sub!jeno, mommy kink, puppy jeno, exaggerated usage of petnames (well— puppy and mommy), masturbation, reader is a meanie

SYNOPSIS: The 3 days of separation is finally getting in to your boyfriend.

A/N: I couldn’t get jeno out of my head these days, might as well use this to get rid of writer’s block. enjoy this food and tell me if you have other requests!

An exasperated sigh escapes past your lips as your purse hits the soft padding of the couch, followed by your weight. Unhesitatingly, you move to chuck your shoes out of your feet and allow yourself to relax after a long day.

At times like this, you question your decision of pursuing architecture. All the endless days of floor planning got you thinking if this was really the right path for you. However each time, you get reminded that it is exactly why you chose this career.

“It’s architecture, or nothing,” You once said to yourself.

Blinking the tiredness away, you head to fetch fresh clothes and shower the day away— earning the much deserved relaxation underneath the warm water. It didn’t take you long before your back pressed down the bed as your hand stretched out to reach your phone, which had been ringing since earlier.

“Miss me?” You greet teasingly the moment you pick up the call, expecting a flustered and awkward answer.

Yet surprisingly, a breathy moan replies. “M-mommy..”

Though currently alone, you feel the air around you switch up. Almost as if Jeno has this ability to control your surroundings. Suddenly, it feels hotter, and the atmosphere feels heavier.

“Jen, baby?” Carefully, you call out to him.

Jeno whimpers your name. “Please, f-.. fuck,”

Wet squelches echo from the other line, accompanied by the constant grunts and heavy breathing from your boyfriend.

You chuckle to yourself. The three days of being away from each other finally got to him, huh?

“What’s wrong, Jen? Why do you sound so breathless?” A frustrated whimper pierces your ears, eliciting a giggle once again.

Jeno, despite being miles away, is so easy to read. Judging by the sounds he’s making, he’s most definitely been touching himself longer than you think.

“I—…”

“Hmm? What is it?”

“Need you,” Jeno gasps. “Need you so bad, right now— please.”

The desperation in his voice didn’t go unnoticed.

“Right,” Glancing quickly at the time, you figured losing an hour or two of sleep wouldn’t be too much. “Let me see, baby.”

You could hear Jeno letting out a sound of relief. It’s actually pathetic that before the camera opens, you are also able to hear thudding noises— as though the phone drops from his grip— and a few hurried shuffling.

“Oh my,” You mockingly says as the screen displays Jeno’s cock; red, hard, and wet.

His hand doesn’t stop stroking his length one bit. But it’s neither fast paced nor haste, it’s rather slow. Almost like he’s easing the ache. Or merely testing the waters. The said waters are your mood.

“Oh, love, look at you,” Your voice is laced with faux pity. “Have you been thinking about Mommy?”

Jeno answers no less than a heartbeat. “Yes! Been thinking about you, Mommy. Puppy loves Mommy so much, miss you— ah— miss you so much!”

He’s far too gone in his subspace.

God, just how much you love seeing a man so tall and buff falling beneath just barely your fingertips. A man so tough yet crumbles at the sound of your voice. A man so big yet whimpers at your every command.

“Did you? I miss you too, baby. Tell Mommy what you’ve been thinking about her?”

His grip tightens at your words. Jeno takes it as a signal to quicken his pace. “I—I wanna eat out Mommy so bad. Miss your pussy, I’ll eat, shit oh shit, you so good. Wanna fuck you— please let me fuck you, Mommy. Can I fuck you, please?”

His incoherent ramblings send straight to your core. Your hand disappears between your legs, slotting themselves between the soaked lips of your pussy as you slowly rub your clit in circles.

“Yeah? Puppy wants to fuck Mommy?”

The screen shakes, possibly from Jeno’s eager nodding. How can a big man be this cute?

“But since when did you learn how to use his cock, hmm? I always had to do all the work because you cannot use that cock properly.”

In your words, Jeno’s hips desperately thrust upwards to meet the stroke of his hand. His whimpers intensifies and the phone slips out every now and then from his grasp.

“What would your gym rat friends’ reactions be if they see you like this? Such a big cock all to waste, tsk tsk.”

Murmurs of apologies soon fill your ears. And if your hearing ability is not deceiving you, you might’ve heard a few sobs.

The movement of his hips stutters a second, allowing you to see just how he tries not to cut off the pleasure shooting in his body.

“But you don’t care, don’t you? As long as Mommy gets to play you like the toy you are. You like it, don’t you, Puppy? Being Mommy’s good boy?”

Jeno exclaims. “Y-yes! Ahh fuck, I’m Mommy’s good boy— yes! Oh please—“

“You are, baby. My good boy.” Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you thrust your finger inside your hole in sync with Jeno’s strokes.

“Come for me, puppy. Show me how good you are.”

A chant of your name and series of ‘thank you’s is what finally pushes you to the edge. Shutting your eyes close and throwing your head back to the pillow as you listen to your boyfriend coming undone with you.

You both bask in the euphoric feeling until Jeno cuts it off with a lovely murmur.

“I really miss you, you know?”

Laughing softly, you face your screen again. Only then you realized that you didn’t turn on your camera all this time. So you switched it open.

“I miss you too. 2 days more, then I’ll be back home.”

“2 days is heeeell,” You watch as Jeno buries his face to the pillows.

“It’ll fly faster, I promise. The next thing you know I’m right there sleeping beside you.”

“Promise?” Jeno asks, voice fading. You giggle at the obvious sleepiness.

“Yes, I promise. Now, wash up and go to sleep, baby.”

Unless he wants to sleep sticky and carry the responsibility of washing the sheets tomorrow, Jeno had no choice but to follow your words. Soon you both had to say your goodbyes and I love yous to each other.

2 days more. And you’ll be back to your puppy-like boyfriend.

[prodbymaui]

Freak — 이해찬.

skirt off, fuck in the backseat

“Fuck,” You whisper under your breath as you see a glimpse of your skirt flying to the other side of the car. You then hear a grunt from Haechan, his black leather jacket and plain shirt in the same color joining your skirt.

Neither of you knows when and how you ended up in this position. Though, you do know that it started when your eyes met his from across Jihoon’s house.

“Chew him up, dear,” Ningning cackles in your ear when she catches you and Haechan arguing whether you’ll do ‘beerpong’ or ‘truth or dare’.

And chew him up you did. Just in another way.

Haechan swoops the back of your head and pulls you in for a kiss once again, shoving his tongue in your mouth knowing well it’s welcomed and expected. His free hand travels down to your bare legs, squeezing the flesh of your thigh.

The car is hot and you’re dripping in sweat, yet it didn’t stop Haechan from wrapping his arms around you as he tugs you impossibly closer and licks the expanse of your shoulder to your neck. He hums in satisfaction.

You push him by the shoulders and tangle your fingers in his hair. “You’re such a freak,”

He scoffs and sports a cocky smirk. Haechan lifts you on his lap before dropping your weight down, effectively slipping his length fully deep in to your pussy. Gasping harshly, your hands scramble to find leverage on the same shoulders you pushed a moment ago.

“Cat got your tongue?” Haechan slips out his cock just before the tip and roughly thrusts it back in, punching out a whimper bordering the lines of a yelp out of you.

“Shut—“ You pull away and lean on the passenger seat’s backrest. Your hand then makes its way to cover Haechan’s mouth. “Up,”

Despite only having the upper part of his face visible, you could still see the way his eyes gleam with slyness. Just like that, annoyance bubbles inside you once again.

“You’re so fucking annoying,” You mutter irritably as your grip goes from hovering over his lips to his throat.

Instead of bouncing, your hips swirl around his hard length. You lean forward just enough to look him straight in his eyes and watch as it rolls to the back of his head, his mouth falls open as he basks in pleasure.

Haechan swears the combination of our warm walls tightening continuously with your hand choking him just how he likes it will be the death of him.

Dying in the hands of the most insufferable and annoyingly attractive person he had ever seen is something he never planned, but was nevertheless finally accepted.

“Ah shit,” It’s a whimper that escapes Haechan’s lips.

“Close?” You stop your movements and ask tauntingly.

He thrusts his hips upwards, as if frustrated. “Move,”

A brow raises due to his order. Your grip closes on his throat a little tighter.

Irritated, he looks you in the eye in an attempt to challenge your power over him. To his dismay, Haechan melts underneath you as you slip out of his cock. His prior firmness turns into a mush.

He grunts and tries to resume his thrusts. “I swear to— I’m close,”

“Yeah?” You let out a laugh.

“Yeah,”

“And what does that have to do with me?”

Haechan calls out your name. “Make me come,”

“Make you come?”

He gulps, determined not to back down. And yet once squeeze and a raise of his brow, he lets out an exhale.

“Please,” Haechan finally says. “Please, make me come.”

Satisfied, a smile stretches in the corner of your lips as you place a kiss on his forehead and lips.

[prodbymaui]

Puppy — 이제노.

PAIRING: lee jeno x you

GENRE: phone sex

WORD COUNT: 1k+ words

WARNINGS: sub!jeno, mommy kink, puppy jeno, exaggerated usage of petnames (well— puppy and mommy), masturbation, reader is a meanie

SYNOPSIS: The 3 days of separation is finally getting in to your boyfriend.

A/N: I couldn’t get jeno out of my head these days, might as well use this to get rid of writer’s block. enjoy this food and tell me if you have other requests!

An exasperated sigh escapes past your lips as your purse hits the soft padding of the couch, followed by your weight. Unhesitatingly, you move to chuck your shoes out of your feet and allow yourself to relax after a long day.

At times like this, you question your decision of pursuing architecture. All the endless days of floor planning got you thinking if this was really the right path for you. However each time, you get reminded that it is exactly why you chose this career.

“It’s architecture, or nothing,” You once said to yourself.

Blinking the tiredness away, you head to fetch fresh clothes and shower the day away— earning the much deserved relaxation underneath the warm water. It didn’t take you long before your back pressed down the bed as your hand stretched out to reach your phone, which had been ringing since earlier.

“Miss me?” You greet teasingly the moment you pick up the call, expecting a flustered and awkward answer.

Yet surprisingly, a breathy moan replies. “M-mommy..”

Though currently alone, you feel the air around you switch up. Almost as if Jeno has this ability to control your surroundings. Suddenly, it feels hotter, and the atmosphere feels heavier.

“Jen, baby?” Carefully, you call out to him.

Jeno whimpers your name. “Please, f-.. fuck,”

Wet squelches echo from the other line, accompanied by the constant grunts and heavy breathing from your boyfriend.

You chuckle to yourself. The three days of being away from each other finally got to him, huh?

“What’s wrong, Jen? Why do you sound so breathless?” A frustrated whimper pierces your ears, eliciting a giggle once again.

Jeno, despite being miles away, is so easy to read. Judging by the sounds he’s making, he’s most definitely been touching himself longer than you think.

“I—…”

“Hmm? What is it?”

“Need you,” Jeno gasps. “Need you so bad, right now— please.”

The desperation in his voice didn’t go unnoticed.

“Right,” Glancing quickly at the time, you figured losing an hour or two of sleep wouldn’t be too much. “Let me see, baby.”

You could hear Jeno letting out a sound of relief. It’s actually pathetic that before the camera opens, you are also able to hear thudding noises— as though the phone drops from his grip— and a few hurried shuffling.

“Oh my,” You mockingly says as the screen displays Jeno’s cock; red, hard, and wet.

His hand doesn’t stop stroking his length one bit. But it’s neither fast paced nor haste, it’s rather slow. Almost like he’s easing the ache. Or merely testing the waters. The said waters are your mood.

“Oh, love, look at you,” Your voice is laced with faux pity. “Have you been thinking about Mommy?”

Jeno answers no less than a heartbeat. “Yes! Been thinking about you, Mommy. Puppy loves Mommy so much, miss you— ah— miss you so much!”

He’s far too gone in his subspace.

God, just how much you love seeing a man so tall and buff falling beneath just barely your fingertips. A man so tough yet crumbles at the sound of your voice. A man so big yet whimpers at your every command.

“Did you? I miss you too, baby. Tell Mommy what you’ve been thinking about her?”

His grip tightens at your words. Jeno takes it as a signal to quicken his pace. “I—I wanna eat out Mommy so bad. Miss your pussy, I’ll eat, shit oh shit, you so good. Wanna fuck you— please let me fuck you, Mommy. Can I fuck you, please?”

His incoherent ramblings send straight to your core. Your hand disappears between your legs, slotting themselves between the soaked lips of your pussy as you slowly rub your clit in circles.

“Yeah? Puppy wants to fuck Mommy?”

The screen shakes, possibly from Jeno’s eager nodding. How can a big man be this cute?

“But since when did you learn how to use his cock, hmm? I always had to do all the work because you cannot use that cock properly.”

In your words, Jeno’s hips desperately thrust upwards to meet the stroke of his hand. His whimpers intensifies and the phone slips out every now and then from his grasp.

“What would your gym rat friends’ reactions be if they see you like this? Such a big cock all to waste, tsk tsk.”

Murmurs of apologies soon fill your ears. And if your hearing ability is not deceiving you, you might’ve heard a few sobs.

The movement of his hips stutters a second, allowing you to see just how he tries not to cut off the pleasure shooting in his body.

“But you don’t care, don’t you? As long as Mommy gets to play you like the toy you are. You like it, don’t you, Puppy? Being Mommy’s good boy?”

Jeno exclaims. “Y-yes! Ahh fuck, I’m Mommy’s good boy— yes! Oh please—“

“You are, baby. My good boy.” Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you thrust your finger inside your hole in sync with Jeno’s strokes.

“Come for me, puppy. Show me how good you are.”

A chant of your name and series of ‘thank you’s is what finally pushes you to the edge. Shutting your eyes close and throwing your head back to the pillow as you listen to your boyfriend coming undone with you.

You both bask in the euphoric feeling until Jeno cuts it off with a lovely murmur.

“I really miss you, you know?”

Laughing softly, you face your screen again. Only then you realized that you didn’t turn on your camera all this time. So you switched it open.

“I miss you too. 2 days more, then I’ll be back home.”

“2 days is heeeell,” You watch as Jeno buries his face to the pillows.

“It’ll fly faster, I promise. The next thing you know I’m right there sleeping beside you.”

“Promise?” Jeno asks, voice fading. You giggle at the obvious sleepiness.

“Yes, I promise. Now, wash up and go to sleep, baby.”

Unless he wants to sleep sticky and carry the responsibility of washing the sheets tomorrow, Jeno had no choice but to follow your words. Soon you both had to say your goodbyes and I love yous to each other.

2 days more. And you’ll be back to your puppy-like boyfriend.

[prodbymaui]

Puppy — 이제노.

PAIRING: lee jeno x you

GENRE: phone sex

WORD COUNT: 1k+ words

WARNINGS: sub!jeno, mommy kink, puppy jeno, exaggerated usage of petnames (well— puppy and mommy), masturbation, reader is a meanie

SYNOPSIS: The 3 days of separation is finally getting in to your boyfriend.

A/N: I couldn’t get jeno out of my head these days, might as well use this to get rid of writer’s block. enjoy this food and tell me if you have other requests!

An exasperated sigh escapes past your lips as your purse hits the soft padding of the couch, followed by your weight. Unhesitatingly, you move to chuck your shoes out of your feet and allow yourself to relax after a long day.

At times like this, you question your decision of pursuing architecture. All the endless days of floor planning got you thinking if this was really the right path for you. However each time, you get reminded that it is exactly why you chose this career.

“It’s architecture, or nothing,” You once said to yourself.

Blinking the tiredness away, you head to fetch fresh clothes and shower the day away— earning the much deserved relaxation underneath the warm water. It didn’t take you long before your back pressed down the bed as your hand stretched out to reach your phone, which had been ringing since earlier.

“Miss me?” You greet teasingly the moment you pick up the call, expecting a flustered and awkward answer.

Yet surprisingly, a breathy moan replies. “M-mommy..”

Though currently alone, you feel the air around you switch up. Almost as if Jeno has this ability to control your surroundings. Suddenly, it feels hotter, and the atmosphere feels heavier.

“Jen, baby?” Carefully, you call out to him.

Jeno whimpers your name. “Please, f-.. fuck,”

Wet squelches echo from the other line, accompanied by the constant grunts and heavy breathing from your boyfriend.

You chuckle to yourself. The three days of being away from each other finally got to him, huh?

“What’s wrong, Jen? Why do you sound so breathless?” A frustrated whimper pierces your ears, eliciting a giggle once again.

Jeno, despite being miles away, is so easy to read. Judging by the sounds he’s making, he’s most definitely been touching himself longer than you think.

“I—…”

“Hmm? What is it?”

“Need you,” Jeno gasps. “Need you so bad, right now— please.”

The desperation in his voice didn’t go unnoticed.

“Right,” Glancing quickly at the time, you figured losing an hour or two of sleep wouldn’t be too much. “Let me see, baby.”

You could hear Jeno letting out a sound of relief. It’s actually pathetic that before the camera opens, you are also able to hear thudding noises— as though the phone drops from his grip— and a few hurried shuffling.

“Oh my,” You mockingly says as the screen displays Jeno’s cock; red, hard, and wet.

His hand doesn’t stop stroking his length one bit. But it’s neither fast paced nor haste, it’s rather slow. Almost like he’s easing the ache. Or merely testing the waters. The said waters are your mood.

“Oh, love, look at you,” Your voice is laced with faux pity. “Have you been thinking about Mommy?”

Jeno answers no less than a heartbeat. “Yes! Been thinking about you, Mommy. Puppy loves Mommy so much, miss you— ah— miss you so much!”

He’s far too gone in his subspace.

God, just how much you love seeing a man so tall and buff falling beneath just barely your fingertips. A man so tough yet crumbles at the sound of your voice. A man so big yet whimpers at your every command.

“Did you? I miss you too, baby. Tell Mommy what you’ve been thinking about her?”

His grip tightens at your words. Jeno takes it as a signal to quicken his pace. “I—I wanna eat out Mommy so bad. Miss your pussy, I’ll eat, shit oh shit, you so good. Wanna fuck you— please let me fuck you, Mommy. Can I fuck you, please?”

His incoherent ramblings send straight to your core. Your hand disappears between your legs, slotting themselves between the soaked lips of your pussy as you slowly rub your clit in circles.

“Yeah? Puppy wants to fuck Mommy?”

The screen shakes, possibly from Jeno’s eager nodding. How can a big man be this cute?

“But since when did you learn how to use his cock, hmm? I always had to do all the work because you cannot use that cock properly.”

In your words, Jeno’s hips desperately thrust upwards to meet the stroke of his hand. His whimpers intensifies and the phone slips out every now and then from his grasp.

“What would your gym rat friends’ reactions be if they see you like this? Such a big cock all to waste, tsk tsk.”

Murmurs of apologies soon fill your ears. And if your hearing ability is not deceiving you, you might’ve heard a few sobs.

The movement of his hips stutters a second, allowing you to see just how he tries not to cut off the pleasure shooting in his body.

“But you don’t care, don’t you? As long as Mommy gets to play you like the toy you are. You like it, don’t you, Puppy? Being Mommy’s good boy?”

Jeno exclaims. “Y-yes! Ahh fuck, I’m Mommy’s good boy— yes! Oh please—“

“You are, baby. My good boy.” Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you thrust your finger inside your hole in sync with Jeno’s strokes.

“Come for me, puppy. Show me how good you are.”

A chant of your name and series of ‘thank you’s is what finally pushes you to the edge. Shutting your eyes close and throwing your head back to the pillow as you listen to your boyfriend coming undone with you.

You both bask in the euphoric feeling until Jeno cuts it off with a lovely murmur.

“I really miss you, you know?”

Laughing softly, you face your screen again. Only then you realized that you didn’t turn on your camera all this time. So you switched it open.

“I miss you too. 2 days more, then I’ll be back home.”

“2 days is heeeell,” You watch as Jeno buries his face to the pillows.

“It’ll fly faster, I promise. The next thing you know I’m right there sleeping beside you.”

“Promise?” Jeno asks, voice fading. You giggle at the obvious sleepiness.

“Yes, I promise. Now, wash up and go to sleep, baby.”

Unless he wants to sleep sticky and carry the responsibility of washing the sheets tomorrow, Jeno had no choice but to follow your words. Soon you both had to say your goodbyes and I love yous to each other.

2 days more. And you’ll be back to your puppy-like boyfriend.

[prodbymaui]

Puppy — 이제노.

wish you were here right now

PAIRING: lee jeno x you

GENRE: phone sex

WORD COUNT: 1k+ words

WARNINGS: sub!jeno, mommy kink, puppy jeno, exaggerated usage of petnames (well— puppy and mommy), masturbation, reader is a meanie

SYNOPSIS: The 3 days of separation is finally getting in to your boyfriend.

A/N: I couldn’t get jeno out of my head these days, might as well use this to get rid of writer’s block. enjoy this food and tell me if you have other requests!

An exasperated sigh escapes past your lips as your purse hits the soft padding of the couch, followed by your weight. Unhesitatingly, you move to chuck your shoes out of your feet and allow yourself to relax after a long day.

At times like this, you question your decision of pursuing architecture. All the endless days of floor planning got you thinking if this was really the right path for you. However each time, you get reminded that it is exactly why you chose this career.

“It’s architecture, or nothing,” You once said to yourself.

Blinking the tiredness away, you head to fetch fresh clothes and shower the day away— earning the much deserved relaxation underneath the warm water. It didn’t take you long before your back pressed down the bed as your hand stretched out to reach your phone, which had been ringing since earlier.

“Miss me?” You greet teasingly the moment you pick up the call, expecting a flustered and awkward answer.

Yet surprisingly, a breathy moan replies. “M-mommy..”

Though currently alone, you feel the air around you switch up. Almost as if Jeno has this ability to control your surroundings. Suddenly, it feels hotter, and the atmosphere feels heavier.

“Jen, baby?” Carefully, you call out to him.

Jeno whimpers your name. “Please, f-.. fuck,”

Wet squelches echo from the other line, accompanied by the constant grunts and heavy breathing from your boyfriend.

You chuckle to yourself. The three days of being away from each other finally got to him, huh?

“What’s wrong, Jen? Why do you sound so breathless?” A frustrated whimper pierces your ears, eliciting a giggle once again.

Jeno, despite being miles away, is so easy to read. Judging by the sounds he’s making, he’s most definitely been touching himself longer than you think.

“I—…”

“Hmm? What is it?”

“Need you,” Jeno gasps. “Need you so bad, right now— please.”

The desperation in his voice didn’t go unnoticed.

“Right,” Glancing quickly at the time, you figured losing an hour or two of sleep wouldn’t be too much. “Let me see, baby.”

You could hear Jeno letting out a sound of relief. It’s actually pathetic that before the camera opens, you are also able to hear thudding noises— as though the phone drops from his grip— and a few hurried shuffling.

“Oh my,” You mockingly says as the screen displays Jeno’s cock; red, hard, and wet.

His hand doesn’t stop stroking his length one bit. But it’s neither fast paced nor haste, it’s rather slow. Almost like he’s easing the ache. Or merely testing the waters. The said waters are your mood.

“Oh, love, look at you,” Your voice is laced with faux pity. “Have you been thinking about Mommy?”

Jeno answers no less than a heartbeat. “Yes! Been thinking about you, Mommy. Puppy loves Mommy so much, miss you— ah— miss you so much!”

He’s far too gone in his subspace.

God, just how much you love seeing a man so tall and buff falling beneath just barely your fingertips. A man so tough yet crumbles at the sound of your voice. A man so big yet whimpers at your every command.

“Did you? I miss you too, baby. Tell Mommy what you’ve been thinking about her?”

His grip tightens at your words. Jeno takes it as a signal to quicken his pace. “I—I wanna eat out Mommy so bad. Miss your pussy, I’ll eat, shit oh shit, you so good. Wanna fuck you— please let me fuck you, Mommy. Can I fuck you, please?”

His incoherent ramblings send straight to your core. Your hand disappears between your legs, slotting themselves between the soaked lips of your pussy as you slowly rub your clit in circles.

“Yeah? Puppy wants to fuck Mommy?”

The screen shakes, possibly from Jeno’s eager nodding. How can a big man be this cute?

“But since when did you learn how to use his cock, hmm? I always had to do all the work because you cannot use that cock properly.”

In your words, Jeno’s hips desperately thrust upwards to meet the stroke of his hand. His whimpers intensifies and the phone slips out every now and then from his grasp.

“What would your gym rat friends’ reactions be if they see you like this? Such a big cock all to waste, tsk tsk.”

Murmurs of apologies soon fill your ears. And if your hearing ability is not deceiving you, you might’ve heard a few sobs.

The movement of his hips stutters a second, allowing you to see just how he tries not to cut off the pleasure shooting in his body.

“But you don’t care, don’t you? As long as Mommy gets to play you like the toy you are. You like it, don’t you, Puppy? Being Mommy’s good boy?”

Jeno exclaims. “Y-yes! Ahh fuck, I’m Mommy’s good boy— yes! Oh please—“

“You are, baby. My good boy.” Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you thrust your finger inside your hole in sync with Jeno’s strokes.

“Come for me, puppy. Show me how good you are.”

A chant of your name and series of ‘thank you’s is what finally pushes you to the edge. Shutting your eyes close and throwing your head back to the pillow as you listen to your boyfriend coming undone with you.

You both bask in the euphoric feeling until Jeno cuts it off with a lovely murmur.

“I really miss you, you know?”

Laughing softly, you face your screen again. Only then you realized that you didn’t turn on your camera all this time. So you switched it open.

“I miss you too. 2 days more, then I’ll be back home.”

“2 days is heeeell,” You watch as Jeno buries his face to the pillows.

“It’ll fly faster, I promise. The next thing you know I’m right there sleeping beside you.”

“Promise?” Jeno asks, voice fading. You giggle at the obvious sleepiness.

“Yes, I promise. Now, wash up and go to sleep, baby.”

Unless he wants to sleep sticky and carry the responsibility of washing the sheets tomorrow, Jeno had no choice but to follow your words. Soon you both had to say your goodbyes and I love yous to each other.

2 days more. And you’ll be back to your puppy-like boyfriend.

[prodbymaui]

Aftermath — 이민형.

under the moonlight, you're all I need tonight

PAIRING: mark lee x gn reader

GENRE: lover duties

WORD COUNT: 1.1K+ words

WARNINGS: idol!mark, oral (mark receiving)

SYNOPSIS: your boyfriend comes home exhausted, and your lover signal goes blaring. now you don't want anything other than to provide comfort and relief like he does to you.

A/N: just a little mark blurb, I wish someone is sucking him good every night especially when it's exceptionally tiring because he deserves it!

Everything had been hectic today. Mark’s schedule started at the ungodly hour of two in the morning, barely giving him time to wake up properly before rushing off to get his makeup done. From there, he was whisked straight to the KBS building for Music Bank’s pre-recording, which concluded around 5 AM. Instead of taking a breather, they moved immediately into filming content for a YouTube feature. No sooner had that wrapped than Mark found himself in a whirlwind jacket photoshoot for his new album. As if his day wasn’t packed enough, he went straight into the recording studio to touch up vocals for one of his tracks, only to head back to Music Bank again for the live broadcast. When that was finally over, his schedule dragged him back to the SM building, where he practiced with the Dreamies for a grueling two hours. And just when you thought his day might wind down, he ended it with a long meeting finalizing the details of his solo album.

By the time the door finally clicked open at midnight, your heart ached at the sight of Mark Lee shuffling in, his steps heavy and sluggish. His usually bright eyes were now nearly shut with sheer exhaustion as he wordlessly made his way to the bathroom. You watched him, your worry growing with each step he took. You didn’t even get the chance to remind him it wasn’t good to shower so soon after coming in. The words died on your lips as you were too caught up in observing the way his shoulders sagged under the weight of his day. It wasn’t news to you that your boyfriend had one of the busiest and most grueling schedules imaginable for an idol. Still, no matter how much you told yourself to expect it, you never quite got used to seeing him in this state—completely drained of the energy that usually lit up his every move.

Minutes later, when Mark finally emerged from the bathroom, he looked even wearier, if that was possible. His damp hair clung to his forehead, and his clothes were sloppily thrown on, signaling just how little energy he had left for anything. He didn’t say a word as he trudged toward the bed, collapsing onto it without a second thought. It was hard to tell whether he hadn’t noticed you sitting nearby or if he was simply too tired to acknowledge your presence. Either way, you didn’t take it to heart.

Softly, you crawled into bed beside him, leaning over to place a gentle kiss on his forehead. The gesture was simple but filled with all the love and comfort you wished you could give to soothe the ache of his day. You felt a quiet satisfaction when the corners of his lips curved upward in a small, unconscious smile.

“Tired?” You whisper against Mark’s ear, pressing yet another kiss.

Mark leans in to your touch, almost purring like a kitten getting pampered by his mom. But the tranquil comfort gets interrupted when your free hand slowly snakes its way down to the front of his sweatpants, resting on top of it just enough for Mark to feel your warmth through the fabric.

“Baby,” He mumbles, shuffling closer. “I can’t today, ‘m sorry.. So tired.”

The sigh coming out of his lips falls to deaf ear as your palm begins moving lightly along his hardening length. Mark hisses, hand threatening to grip the hem of your shirt. He relaxes a little eventually at your soft caresses on his scalp. Still, you could tell he’s in his thoughts again— by the way he’s unmoving in your hold and perform no reactions to your palm’s movements even in the slightest.

Therefore, you pull away from him. The fingers previously on his hair now sits gently on his cheeks.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to do anything.”

With one last kiss on his lips, you slide downwards and meets the evident print of his cock. You trace it using your nose, grazing the pads of your lips if it catches, before tugging the bands to release his length. Using your spit as a makeshift lube, you watch how Mark’s body responds to your pumps of his cock, stimulating it all the while you move to lick along his balls. You nip lightly at his skin, just how he likes it. As expected, Mark exhales loudly, visibly more relaxed than earlier.

His whines pushes you to suck on one of his balls, fondling the other. Mark’s chest heaves up and down, your name slipping past his lips once or twice. The rim of your lips travels to his tip, sinking down to the base of his cock as you finally take him down your throat, providing Mark a pleasure he didn’t knew he needed at this moment.

“Fuck..” Mark sighs.

You bob your head, setting a steady pace that is not too much for you but is fast enough to bring Mark closer to euphoria. There’s no need of rushing things right now because none of this is about you. Tonight is all about Mark. Your ever hard-working boyfriend who shows nothing but competence, passion, and eagerness in everything he does. Your lovely boyfriend whose happiness is your happiness. It’s time to give back all the love he gave you in times you were in his position.

Mark’s arm covers his eyes as he pants, hips jerking involuntarily to thrust deeper in to your mouth. The tip of his cock hits the back of your throat, causing a choke from your end. It’s not a hinder to you as you recover immediately but Mark— God, Mark loves the feeling of you throat getting tighter as though it’s your pussy he’s fucking. He gasps, chasing the way it closes around him.

The more his high-pitched moans and desperate whines of your names escape his lips, the more your urge fuels inside you. You let your mouth moves on his length, letting him hit deeper and faster whereas your hand busies themselves traces the faint line of his abs and the other on his balls. You observe the way Mark’s face contorts at every movement from you until his fatigue finally melts as he releases down your throat, muttering sweet ‘thank you’s.

Licking the remaining drops of cum, you stretch a hand to the bedside and wipes down any saliva or cum left before returning the sweatpants back to where it is. After throwing the wet wipes to the trash can, you take a glance at Mark who’s already sound asleep before heading to brush your teeth and lays down beside him.

“You did so great today,” You peck his forehead, nose, and when your lips meet his, Mark wraps and arm around your waist— deepening the kiss before burying his face on your neck.

“Thank you, baby.” His hold gets a bit tighter. “Love you so much.”

[prodbymaui]

Aftermath — 이민형.

under the moonlight, you're all I need tonight

PAIRING: mark lee x gn reader

GENRE: lover duties

WORD COUNT: 1.1K+ words

WARNINGS: idol!mark, oral (mark receiving)

SYNOPSIS: your boyfriend comes home exhausted, and your lover signal goes blaring. now you don't want anything other than to provide comfort and relief like he does to you.

A/N: just a little mark blurb, I wish someone is sucking him good every night especially when it's exceptionally tiring because he deserves it!

Everything had been hectic today. Mark’s schedule started at the ungodly hour of two in the morning, barely giving him time to wake up properly before rushing off to get his makeup done. From there, he was whisked straight to the KBS building for Music Bank’s pre-recording, which concluded around 5 AM. Instead of taking a breather, they moved immediately into filming content for a YouTube feature. No sooner had that wrapped than Mark found himself in a whirlwind jacket photoshoot for his new album. As if his day wasn’t packed enough, he went straight into the recording studio to touch up vocals for one of his tracks, only to head back to Music Bank again for the live broadcast. When that was finally over, his schedule dragged him back to the SM building, where he practiced with the Dreamies for a grueling two hours. And just when you thought his day might wind down, he ended it with a long meeting finalizing the details of his solo album.

By the time the door finally clicked open at midnight, your heart ached at the sight of Mark Lee shuffling in, his steps heavy and sluggish. His usually bright eyes were now nearly shut with sheer exhaustion as he wordlessly made his way to the bathroom. You watched him, your worry growing with each step he took. You didn’t even get the chance to remind him it wasn’t good to shower so soon after coming in. The words died on your lips as you were too caught up in observing the way his shoulders sagged under the weight of his day. It wasn’t news to you that your boyfriend had one of the busiest and most grueling schedules imaginable for an idol. Still, no matter how much you told yourself to expect it, you never quite got used to seeing him in this state—completely drained of the energy that usually lit up his every move.

Minutes later, when Mark finally emerged from the bathroom, he looked even wearier, if that was possible. His damp hair clung to his forehead, and his clothes were sloppily thrown on, signaling just how little energy he had left for anything. He didn’t say a word as he trudged toward the bed, collapsing onto it without a second thought. It was hard to tell whether he hadn’t noticed you sitting nearby or if he was simply too tired to acknowledge your presence. Either way, you didn’t take it to heart.

Softly, you crawled into bed beside him, leaning over to place a gentle kiss on his forehead. The gesture was simple but filled with all the love and comfort you wished you could give to soothe the ache of his day. You felt a quiet satisfaction when the corners of his lips curved upward in a small, unconscious smile.

“Tired?” You whisper against Mark’s ear, pressing yet another kiss.

Mark leans in to your touch, almost purring like a kitten getting pampered by his mom. But the tranquil comfort gets interrupted when your free hand slowly snakes its way down to the front of his sweatpants, resting on top of it just enough for Mark to feel your warmth through the fabric.

“Baby,” He mumbles, shuffling closer. “I can’t today, ‘m sorry.. So tired.”

The sigh coming out of his lips falls to deaf ear as your palm begins moving lightly along his hardening length. Mark hisses, hand threatening to grip the hem of your shirt. He relaxes a little eventually at your soft caresses on his scalp. Still, you could tell he’s in his thoughts again— by the way he’s unmoving in your hold and perform no reactions to your palm’s movements even in the slightest.

Therefore, you pull away from him. The fingers previously on his hair now sits gently on his cheeks.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to do anything.”

With one last kiss on his lips, you slide downwards and meets the evident print of his cock. You trace it using your nose, grazing the pads of your lips if it catches, before tugging the bands to release his length. Using your spit as a makeshift lube, you watch how Mark’s body responds to your pumps of his cock, stimulating it all the while you move to lick along his balls. You nip lightly at his skin, just how he likes it. As expected, Mark exhales loudly, visibly more relaxed than earlier.

His whines pushes you to suck on one of his balls, fondling the other. Mark’s chest heaves up and down, your name slipping past his lips once or twice. The rim of your lips travels to his tip, sinking down to the base of his cock as you finally take him down your throat, providing Mark a pleasure he didn’t knew he needed at this moment.

“Fuck..” Mark sighs.

You bob your head, setting a steady pace that is not too much for you but is fast enough to bring Mark closer to euphoria. There’s no need of rushing things right now because none of this is about you. Tonight is all about Mark. Your ever hard-working boyfriend who shows nothing but competence, passion, and eagerness in everything he does. Your lovely boyfriend whose happiness is your happiness. It’s time to give back all the love he gave you in times you were in his position.

Mark’s arm covers his eyes as he pants, hips jerking involuntarily to thrust deeper in to your mouth. The tip of his cock hits the back of your throat, causing a choke from your end. It’s not a hinder to you as you recover immediately but Mark— God, Mark loves the feeling of you throat getting tighter as though it’s your pussy he’s fucking. He gasps, chasing the way it closes around him.

The more his high-pitched moans and desperate whines of your names escape his lips, the more your urge fuels inside you. You let your mouth moves on his length, letting him hit deeper and faster whereas your hand busies themselves traces the faint line of his abs and the other on his balls. You observe the way Mark’s face contorts at every movement from you until his fatigue finally melts as he releases down your throat, muttering sweet ‘thank you’s.

Licking the remaining drops of cum, you stretch a hand to the bedside and wipes down any saliva or cum left before returning the sweatpants back to where it is. After throwing the wet wipes to the trash can, you take a glance at Mark who’s already sound asleep before heading to brush your teeth and lays down beside him.

“You did so great today,” You peck his forehead, nose, and when your lips meet his, Mark wraps and arm around your waist— deepening the kiss before burying his face on your neck.

“Thank you, baby.” His hold gets a bit tighter. “Love you so much.”