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Living The Dream | Part 2 : Jeno (18+)

Jeno x Fem!Reader

Smut, Rough, Choking, Degradation Kink, Public Sex

2,390 words

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Our manager gathered us around and informed us that we would be performing in a few months for a promotional concert. They briefed us on our new schedules, reviewed the set list, and introduced a new choreography that we would need to learn. It was described to be a ‘choreography that would show a more mature side of Dream,’ giving me the center position. Practice would start tomorrow bright and early.

Everyone gathered the next day at the designated practice studio. We debated amongst ourselves how mature the managers meant when they described the new choreo. Our choreographer walked into the studio, greeting us warmly. We greeted her back as we warmed up to begin practice. She gathered us around before demonstrating one of the most sensual choreographies we had performed. Glances were shared across the room as we collectively agreed that we would have to stay professional about this.

As we went over the moves, it became clear that there would be some issues with the proximity of certain group parts. Jeno seemed to be getting the brunt of the physical contact, the worst being positioned directly behind me as I bent over, my hips dangerously close against him. We brought up the concern with the choreographer, who suggested that if we practiced it enough, we would get used to it. She did, however, let us know that we could adjust the move if it was making us too uncomfortable. We agreed to give the original move a week before we decide to change it.

We met with the choreographer every day for the full week. As we practiced the choreography, I became more comfortable with the move, careful not to press myself against Jeno if I could help it. Jeno, on the other hand, still seemed to struggle with the proximity of the move. Often backing up slightly or gently holding my hips away to create distance. He was constantly fixing his clothes, seemingly uncomfortable. After running through the choreo a couple of times, she left us to practice on our own as she had something to attend to and told us she would be back.

Haechan stretched his arms above his head. “Are you guys hungry?”

“Are you going to buy us food?” Chenle joked, “Then yes.”

“You’re going to help me bring it back then,” He wrapped his arm around Chenle's neck, pulling him with. “We’ll be back.”

“I’ll go grab some drinks for us then.” Renjun pulled out his phone to order ahead, “Just the usual for everyone?”

“That sounds good to me.” I sprawled my legs out, propping myself up with my arms behind me.

Renjun grabbed Jaemin by his arm, pulling him up, “You’re coming with me.”

“Why me?!” Jaemin looked to Jisung and Jeno for help. When he looked back at Renjun, he could tell why he was chosen, “Fine, but Jisung’s coming too.”

“Me?” Jisung motioned to himself, wondering why he was chosen.

He clasped his hands together, pleading with the youngest, “I can’t be left alone with Renjun. He looks like he wants to interrogate me.”

After a defeated sigh, he agreed to go with them.

Jeno and I waved them off, left to watch our stuff as the others went to get lunch. I shot him a friendly glance, “Wanna practice some more? You know that one part.”

He contemplated before responding. “I guess we should.” He got up from the ground, dusting his pants off as we ran through the choreo once more.

As I bent over in front of him, I wasn’t aware how close I was standing and backed right into his crotch. His hands grabbed my hips firmly. I froze at the sudden contact before turning around to apologize. “I’m sorry.”

He looked away as his face turned red. “It’s fine. You just got too close.” He justified his response. Something clicked in my head, and I decided against my better judgment to tease him about it.

I lean around him to find his eyes. “What are you thinking about?” I squint at him, a devious grin growing on my face.

“Don’t worry about it.” He cleared his throat as he adjusted his pants.

I look back up from his pants, “Does my body make you uncomfortable, Jeno?” I flash him a suggestive smile, laughing when he looks back at me, flustered.

“That’s not funny,” He covers his face, frowning, as if he were holding something back.

I couldn’t help but find his reactions amusing. “You must be thinking of something naughty, aren’t you?” I kept teasing him.

“You seem to know the answer already.” He rubs his neck awkwardly, walking away to grab his water. “Just give me a minute.”

I watch him take his water bottle in his hand, unscrewing the cap and bringing it to his lips. I observed as the water passes his lips, watching as his throat moves it down. A drop spills out of the corner of his mouth, the back of his hand wiping it away. He looks back at me, catching me staring.

I smirk as he averts his eyes, “You ready now?” I playfully motioned him into position.

Without a response, he gets into position again as we run it back. And just like before, I backed into him, this time intentionally. His hands firmly grip my waist. “Stop.”

“Well, you’ll have to get used to this eventually,” I look over my shoulder, intentionally pressing my butt back against him. I could feel him through his pants.

His fingers dug into my hips as he pushed me away, “You’re not helping.”

I stand upright, turning around to face him, “Helping with what?” I reply feigning innocence, lust dripping from my voice. “Your dirty thoughts? What thoughts are those exactly?” My eyes narrowed as I leaned in to close the distance.

Unable to take the teasing as a joke anymore, Jeno backed me into the mirror, slamming his hand against it. He brought his face to my ear, "Do you really want to play this game?" His tone grew deep and lustful.

Heat rose to my face as I was backed into the mirror, being trapped by him, "Jeno, wait-?" My hands pressed against his chest, weakly pushing him away.

The distance closed between us. “Do you really want to know what I’m thinking?" His lips pressed against my neck, planting forceful kisses against my skin.

I held back a moan, "Wait." My voice wavered.

"Do you want me to stop?" He met my gaze with fierce yet gentle eyes. Eyes that wanted to consume me, but didn’t want to hurt me. “Because I don’t know if I can hold back anymore.”

My heart thumped in my chest. "They could walk back in," I mumbled.

A sly smile played on his lips. "Is that what you're worried about?" He looked down at my hands as they tugged on the end of his shirt. "Then what should we do about this?"

My body felt weak at his words. I was trapped between him and the mirror. I wanted him, needed him. “Whatever you were thinking of doing to me.”

His eyes widened. He ran his thumb over my lips and grabbed my chin. My lips parted as his thumbs grazed across them, his thumb sliding between my lips, holding my mouth open. I wrapped my lips around his thumb, making eye contact as I sucked on him.

“Fuck,” Whatever will power he had holding him back crumbled as his lips attacked mine. My arms wrapped around his neck as I pulled him closer, my body pressing into him. Jeno pushed my arms above me, pinning them against the mirror with one hand, his lips refusing to leave mine. His free hand ran down from my hips along my leg, pulling it up and propping it against his hip. My breath hitched as his cock rubbed against me.

“I didn’t know I got you that excited,” I teased, through heavy pants, as if I wasn’t the one being pinned against a wall. “Do we have to change the choreo, or does this need to happen every time?”

He forced me around, pressing me against the mirror, pulling my hips to him. “Maybe this will help me get used to you rubbing against me.” His hips grinding into me. I moan in response as I push back against him. “Your body’s just begging me to use it.”

His hands glide over my body, his fingers digging into my skin as if wanting to possess me, make me his. As he grinds against me, he keeps me pinned against the mirror. He slides his hand over my stomach to my waistband and down into my panties. "Looks like I wasn't the only one that had dirty thoughts," He commented on the wetness he felt as he massaged the area. "Did my dick feel that good against you?"

"Please, Jeno." A moan fell between my lips, “I want you.”

"Fuck, you beg like a slut you know that?" He brought his face to my ear, pulling my head back, making eye contact with me through the mirror. "Look at yourself. You look like a slut, too." He kissed my neck, biting to leave marks as his fingers threatened to go in.

"What about you," I reminded him as I pressed my butt against his hard cock. “I only bent over in front of you.”

He pushed my shoulders forward, bending me over. “And begged me to fuck you like a whore." He pulled my pants down, then ran a finger under my pantyline, pulling the elastic and letting it smack me. His pants were getting in the way of what he wanted to do, so he pulled them off, freeing his cock from his boxers, "Because you wanted to feel this against you." He rubbed it against my ass. "Too bad I can't fuck you like I want to, I bet you'd like that." With his foot, he moved my leg to spread them apart. He rubbed his dick against my clothed entrance and smacked my thigh, indicating he wanted me to close my thighs around him.

I let out a small yelp as he smacked me.

"An obedient whore aren't you?" He brought his hand around my neck.

My thighs clenched around him as he tightened his grip.

He huffed out a laugh, "You like that?" He brought his hips back and smacked them into me.

I let out a moan as I felt him rub against me, "Jeno."

With every thrust, I was pressed against the mirror, moaning in pleasure as he rammed his cock between my thighs, rubbing against my entrance.

"You like when I fuck your thighs like this?" His hips vigorously slapping against my ass, his dick between my thighs, and his hand wrapped around my throat. "Acting all innocent but you're just a little slut aren't you." He breathed into my ear.

"Ah, yes, Jeno." I moan. “I’m just a dirty little slut for you.”

He wrapped his hand over my mouth, "You better keep your voice down." He whispered into my neck, "We're in the practice room, unless you want the others to hear how much of a slut you are." I nod my head, wanting to be heard. He bit my shoulder as he continued to thrust into me. He pushed his fingers into my mouth, holding my mouth agape, letting my moans echo in the studio.

I reached a hand back to his head and took a firm grip of his hair.

"Fuck," he moaned into my neck. The hand that was covering my mouth returned around my neck, steadying its grip, and his fingers dug into my hips, pulling me into him. His pace quickened, his breath hot against my neck. He held me tightly until he finally released himself onto the mirror.

The hand that was tightened around my neck released its strength, falling from my shoulders, gently rubbing my back. Jeno buried his head into the crook of my neck as we took a minute to catch our breath.

After a moment of heavy panting, his hands gently rested on my waist. "I'm… sorry," He breathed into my shoulder, nuzzling closer as he wrapped his arms around me gently. Only a moment ago, he was using me for himself.

I remained facing the mirror, “Don’t be," I responded.

We stood in silence for a couple of seconds before I realized that the others would be back soon. “Jeno, the others!” I pulled my pants up and ran out of the practice room, running right into them.

Jaemin raised his arms as I almost knocked the drinks out of his hands, startled by the way I rushed out of the room. “Woah, where are you going?”

I rubbed the sides of my neck to hide the bite marks. “Oh, ummm, I’m heading to the bathroom.” I slunk away before they had the chance to further pry into the situation.

Jaemin and Renjun shared a look. The others looking to each other in confusion.

“Hey, it wasn’t me this time,” Jaemin smirked at the annoyed look Renjun returned.

Renjun pushed the door open, allowing the members to walk into the studio.

I came back to everyone gathered on the floor, already eating the lunch they had retrieved. I sat next to Jeno as I grabbed my portion and drink.

The choreographer came in as we were eating our lunch to check up on our progress. She smiled at us as we ate together on the floor. “You guys are really close, huh?” She looked to me and Jeno, asking if we had decided to adjust the choreo. We looked at each other as a playful smile grew on my face. “I think we’ll manage with the original,” I replied.

She gave us a reassuring tap on the shoulders, “I’m glad you guys are comfortable with it now.”

As she walked away, I leaned into Jeno, whispering into his ear, “Oh, we’re comfortable with it.”

Jeno choked on his food, coughing as he tried to clear his throat.

I rubbed his back, apologizing through a laugh, “We can always ‘practice’ at the dorm too if you’d like.”

He looked back at me with amused eyes. “You really like to play dangerous games, don’t you?”

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Living The Dream | Part 1 : Jaemin (18+)

Jaemin x Fem!Reader

Smut, Oral (F receiving), Grinding

3,053 words

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The alarm rang in the room I had to myself. I groaned and tossed around in my bed until my body was awake enough to carry itself to the other's rooms. I turned the alarm off, stretching my arms over my head, before heading to Jaemin and Jisung's room.

Their door was open, so I walked right in, going to wake the youngest first. The sight of the ladder to the top bunk was already daunting, making me feel as if the moment I climbed it, I would fall to the ground. The sound might wake them up as well as myself, but I wasn't fond of the pain it would cause me. I climbed the ladder to shake the youngest member up.

"Jisungie, wake up." I shook his shoulder while falling forward, balancing my weight on the railing.

He groaned, turning to me with eyes still closed, shifting to get comfortable as he went back to sleep.

"Jisung," I shook him again, still getting only a groan in response. “Alright then.” I grabbed his hand and pressed the back of it to my exposed chest, "Jisung~," my tone softer than before, "You should really wake up now."

His hand pulled back, realizing what they were touching, "I'm awake, noona!" His face flustered.

I lean over to kiss his cheek, "Good morning Jisung." I chuckled, climbing down the ladder to the bottom bunk where Jaemin was lying sleepily, facing me. "Jaemin, you up?"

He moved to lie on his back, "Yes, but I could use a little wake-up." He closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep.

I sat on the edge of his bed, vigorously shaking him awake, "Nana, please wake up." I said in a cute voice.

"Aish, alright I'm awake," he sits up in his bed, "But you shouldn't be teasing our Jisungie like that. He’ll develop a mature taste.”

I smack his arm, rolling my eyes at his comment. I stood up and walked out of their room, heading to Jeno and Renjun's shared room. I climbed the ladder to Jeno's bunk, shaking him as I did Jisung, not getting but a groan in response.

"You wanna do this the hard way, do you?" I stated, leaning forward to make another attempt to wake him up, this time getting a response from him.

Through a groan, "I'm up, ok." He sat up, rubbing his eyes to prove to me such.

"Alright, good." I give him a peck on the cheek before climbing down to wake the final member in the dorm.

"Renjun, it's time to get up," I say as I shake his shoulder. He rolls onto his back, covering his eyes with his arm. He groans in opposition, then falls silent as he falls back to sleep. "Renjunnie," I asked softly, jumping onto him, straddling his hips, pressing my chest against his, "Won't you wake up now?"

A soft groan made its way out of his lips as he shifted under me. "Could you get off me?"

"Not until you wake up, Renjun." I folded my hand across his chest to rest my chin, watching his reaction. Shifting my body to comfortably lie on top of him, I suddenly realized his reason for wanting me to move off of him. "Ah, Renjun," I could feel the heat radiating from his face, turning his ears red. I couldn't help but find his reaction adorable and sat upright, shifting my hips, "It seems like you are already awake." My hands ran down his stomach, stopping before reaching the seam of his pants.

He tried to contain the small moan, but it fell out between his lips, startling me.

"O-oh, umm, sorry Renjun." I snapped out of my trance and stumbled off of him, running out of the room.

"What was that?" Jeno questioned, looking under his bunk to Renjun, who was covering his face as I ran out of the room.

"A mistake," he mumbled, pulling his covers over to hide.

I ran back into Jaemin and Jisung's room, finding both of them still in bed. Jisung sat up immediately, fearing what I might do next to wake him, and Jaemin calmly waiting as if looking forward to some form of punishment. I ran to Jaemin's bed and buried my face into the covers, "I messed up Jaemin."

He immediately took concern with my statement, pulling me up onto the bed, "What happened?"

"I-," The words in my head struggled to string together.

Jaemin reached his hands to my arms and rubbed them reassuringly to calm me down so I could tell him what happened.

I took a deep breath before continuing, "I was waking Jeno and Renjun up like usual and... Renjun was, you know, being a bit stubborn so I teased him as I do with the rest of you but umm," I tried to explain without getting into too much detail, "he uh you know got excited I guess."

"Ok, so he got hard while you were waking him up, then what?" Jaemin recapped, unfazed by the statement he repeated uncensored.

“Jaemin!” I smacked his arm, caught off guard by his blunt reaction.

"What?” He rubbed his arm. “There’s no need to hint at it. He got a boner when you used your body to wake him."

“I mean yeah, but,” I cleared my throat, "Anyways, I'm not naive. I know that waking you guys up half-naked warrants that physical reaction, using my sexuality against you and all, but... It's not his reaction that surprised me." I took a short pause, taking in a deep breath, "It's the fact that I almost did something about it."

"You almost did something?" Jaemin questioned.

I hid my face in my hands, "I know I shouldn't think about you guys like that. I mean, we’re a team, a group." I whined, "This is just too weird, I'm sorry."

"What are you apologizing to me for? You haven't heard me complaining," he responded, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear.

"Which is awfully strange since you like to complain." I turn my head to face him, giving him a soft chuckle.

His hands reached around my waist. "Then let me complain a little." He grabbed my hips to pull me closer and leaned in to whisper in my ear. "Maybe I wish you would do something about it, princess."

I pushed away from Jaemin, flustered by the sudden closeness. "Funny." I looked into his eyes, finding only a serious expression on his face. "Oh, you're not joking around."

"Now, why would I joke about that?" He pulled me onto his lap, rubbing his hands up and down my thighs.

"Because you're a flirt, so you joke about that kind of stuff all the time," I reply, my hand and gaze falling from his chest to his stomach.

He leads my hands further down to his hard. "Does this feel like a joke?"

Instead of moving my hands away, they stayed there, acknowledging the situation, tempted to feel more, but stayed unmoving.

Taking my inaction to mind, he continued, "So," he ran his thumbs along the inside of my thighs. "The question is, are you going to do anything about it?"

I looked up to meet his eyes being startled for a moment. "I-" Unable to finish my sentence, my gaze fell back down. "I don't really know."

"Well, your body is telling a different story." He ran his fingers across my thighs.

I noticed my hands were already gently stroking him over his shorts as my hips kept moving against his lap. My breathing hitched after the realization that I had definitely planned to do something about it.

He lifts one of his legs to press against me, "Let me help you out." His hands reach my hips as he guides me to grind against his leg. I let out a slight gasp and heard a rustling from the bunk above. My body froze as I realized who else was in the room.

"J-jisung?" I called softly.

With a loud scurrying, he climbed down the ladder and apologized before quickly rushing out of the room.

"Jisung, the door!" Jaemin yelled after him.

He ran back and with a quick apology, shut the door and hurried away.

"I forgot he was here," Jaemin stated as the door closed.

I stayed looking back at the door. "Yeah, me too."

He brings his leg back up, "Don't forget about this now, princess." He grabs my hips to push them down against his leg.

A moan slipped out from my lips as I began to grind on his thigh, "Jaemin, I don't think we should do this."

"You’re free to leave if you want," he threw his hands up, waiting for me to make my decision. A smirk grew on his face as I stayed put, “Though I have a feeling you won’t.”

"But the others are waking up." I felt embarrassed by the possibility of getting caught.

"Then you'll just have to keep that pretty little voice of yours down, princess." He pressed his index finger against my lips. "In the meantime, just enjoy the ride." He bounced his leg once under me.

I pressed my lips together to muffle the noise, "Jaemin," I said under my breath. My hips moved against him as my hands continued to stroke his situation.

"What is it, doll?" He bounced me up again, caressing my hips, grabbing them to pull me forward.

I let out a soft moan, "Aren't I supposed to be helping you, not the other way around?" I massaged his hard to remind him how this all started.

"I don't want you to be left out of all the fun." He grabbed the seam on his shorts to pull them down. "But I wouldn't mind some more attention." His hips raised to pull his shorts off, revealing his bright pink boxers underneath.

I giggled a bit at the bright color of his underwear before running my fingers inside the elastic band. "Cute, Nana."

"Thanks, but I’m not keeping these on." His thumbs ran along the elastic from where my fingers entered, as he slowly pulled them down as well.

I caught myself watching, waiting for his length to pop out from the boxers. Being free from the restraint of his underwear, the length of his hard stood erect. A gasp escaped my lips.

"Not what you were expecting, princess," he responded to my gasp.

"No, it's not that..." I sat staring, moving my hips in response.

He pulled my hips closer, "Why don’t you grind up against me, princess. Imagine how it would feel inside you.”

My hips moved roughly against him at the thought.

“How you’d sound as I reach the farthest depths of your walls." His fingers gently found their way under my tank top, pulling it over my head, "You being mine for the moment as I explore every inch of your body." His hands caressed my chest, his fingers circling my perked-up nipples.

My chest tightened as I imagined his words. "J-jaemin," I began to pant as my body was heating up.

Wrapping a hand behind my back, he pulled my chest closer to him. He looked up before taking my nipple between his lips, gently kissing it then sucking on it.

"Ahh, wait." I gasped, running my fingers through his soft hair, gently gripping the strands between my fingers.

"You sensitive here, princess," he said before continuing to suck on my chest running his tongue over my perked nipple.

A moan slipped through my lips, "Y-yeah," I cursed under my breath as my fingers kept a grip on his hair, "fuck..." My hips kept grinding into him with the added stimulation. Moans escaped my lips as I felt him moving against me, his kisses tingling against my skin. His hands caressed my body as he held me close.

His fingers dug into my hips, "Just like that, princess," he breathed into my skin. His lips trailed kisses across my chest as I was grinding on his length. He led them up to my neck, nibbling and kissing to leave marks on my skin. "Fuck, you're so beautiful."

I paused for a second before going back to grinding against him.

"God, you'd clench nicely around me with a compliment, huh?" he smiled. "Should I keep calling you beautiful then?"

"J-jaemin." I pleaded.

"My beautiful princess," he breathed into my neck, "my pretty little doll." He kissed my collarbone.

I pressed against him harder with the compliments he whispered into my skin.

"Fuck, just like that." His breathing became heavier.

I kept my pace, pushing against him harder as I rubbed myself up and down his length.

He kept cursing under his breath, moaning as his fingers dug into my skin. I began to feel him throb against me. I wrapped my hand around his length, pressing it against me, stroking him as I moved my hips along with it.

His moans became repressed as he got closer, the tension built up, until he finally reached his climax.

"God," he panted, trying to regain his breath, "You're amazing." He moved out from under me.

"Jaemin?" I questioned him, sitting up as I watched.

He pulled my hips to the edge of the bed. "Did you think we were done here, princess?" His fingers ran across the elastic of my shorts. "I'm gonna make you cum since you helped me with my situation." He gently pulled my panties down with my shorts, exposing my slick, aching wetness. "How could I leave you like this? You’re my princess, and I’m going to treat you like one." With my panties completely removed, he brought my legs up to rest on his shoulders.

"Jaemin, wait," Embarrassment flooded my body as if I hadn't just gotten him off just a while ago.

"What are you worried about, princess?" His hand ran down my inner thigh. "I told you I want to explore every inch of your body, didn't I?" With his thumbs, he spread my folds to get a better view.

My thighs clenched in reaction. I whined.

"Don't be embarrassed, doll." He held my legs open, "Let me eat you up.”

I brought a fist to my mouth, waiting in anticipation.

He brought his face close to my entrance, and I could feel his breath against it. Then he gently kissed into me before licking up the entire length of my folds.

I whimpered as I bit my thumb, "J-jaemin." My breathing hitched as I called his name.

Seemingly pleased with himself, he continued to lick me up and down, swirling his tongue over my clit carefully devouring me.

"Fuck," I said under my breath whimpering. My free hand gripped Jaemin's hair as my legs attempted to protect my sensitive skin.

"Do I need to spread you open, princess, or do you think you can keep yourself open for me?" He stopped waiting for my answer.

I hesitated to answer, but knowing he wouldn't continue without one, I replied, "I'll... keep myself spread open for you."

"Good girl." He used his thumbs to spread my folds as he lapped up the juices that spilled out before sticking his tongue into me.

I threw my head back and arched my back, holding back my moans, only whimpering in response. My legs threatened to close again, but with every ounce of strength in my body, I managed to keep them open. "J-jaemin... fuck." I covered my mouth to suppress the moans that threatened to be heard.

Lowly hums vibrated off his tongue as he continued his deliberate feast.

"Oh god," I managed quietly. "I think I'm gonna," My body clenched as I felt closer to release. My breathing picked up. He licked me up sucking on my clit as he swirled his tongue around it.

I couldn't hold it back anymore. The tension released from my body as a wash of pleasure ran through my body. I let out a long breath as my body relaxed on Jaemin's bed.

"Wow," I said through heavy breaths.

"I'm glad I could return the favor." He crawled over me and placed a kiss on my forehead as he lay himself on top of me, holding me in his arms.

Then came a knocking at the door. We froze in place.

"Jaemin, have you seen her?" Renjun's voice questioned through the door.

"Umm," He looked at me, thinking of an excuse, "No, I don't know where she is." He rushed me to put on some clothes.

"Right, ok." Renjun's footsteps receded from the door.

"Quick, put on my hoodie." Jaemin grabbed the hoodie hanging from the edge of his bed and tossed it at me.

I quickly slid back into my shorts and grabbed the hoodie to pull it over. Jaemin slipped back into his shorts and just as we got to, another knock came at the door.

"Jaemin, Jisung said she was with you," Renjun announced, annoyance present in his tone.

Jaemin sighed before slowly opening the door. "Sorry. Yes, she's with me." His arm wrapped around my shoulder. "She was just confiding in me about a problem she had, so I didn't wanna rat her out."

Renjun looked at me as I avoided eye contact with him, embarrassed by the whole situation. "Well, I was just going to tell you breakfast is ready." He looked at me, feeling guilty that he was the reason I ran to Jaemin.

"Alright," I replied. "I’ll be right there." I pushed past him with my head down. I bumped into Jisung.

"I'm sorry, Noona." He apologized immediately, "Renjun kept asking, and I got nervous."

"It's okay, Jisung, don't worry about it." I pat his head reassuringly, "I shouldn't have put you in that situation anyway." I walked to the bathroom to freshen up.

Jaemin knocked at my door after we returned from practice, "You forgot this, princess." Hanging from his finger were my panties.

I walked up to him to retrieve my underwear when he pulled me in to whisper in my ear, "Let's do that again sometime, doll." He dropped the underwear in my hand and walked off to his room.

I stood there, blood rushing to my face as I slowly closed the door, feeling my body heat up. "Again, huh?"

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Living The Dream (18+)

What happens when you're the only girl in NCT Dream? Sharing a dorm with and teasing these handsome idols. What anyone else would be inclined to do, of course.

Dream x Fem!Reader | Multi Chapter | AO3 | Incomplete

Smut, Pet names, Kinky, Porn with Plot, Humor

Part 1 : Na Jaemin

Part 2 : Lee Jeno

Part 3 : Lee Haechan

Part 4 : Huang Renjun

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Dance To My Heart

After joining a dance class, the star dance student catches your eye, and she's grateful that she did.

Mina x Fem!Reader

Fluff, Light Angst, Panic Attack, Anxiety

4,254 words

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I sat at a traffic light, resting my chin on the steering wheel as I scanned the world outside my car windows. My eyes caught a building advertising dance classes on the second floor. The prospect of learning to dance seemed like a fun way to fill my free time with some sort of exercise. "I should go check it out tomorrow," I said to myself as I made my way home from work.

The next day, I walked into the dance studio to inquire about its classes. I opened the door during the middle of a class and was invited by the instructor to sit on the side to watch. I bowed as I took the opportunity to watch how the classes were run. I scanned the room and saw a window that displayed some of the trophies the dance studio had won. I was impressed by the number of trophies on display. Many of them read 'Ballet' on the base where a plaque was placed, but there were a variety of dance categories engraved on each trophy. I sat on the ground to watch the students as they practiced a dance routine.

That's when I saw her. She was extremely immersed in the routine. Her strong yet gentle gaze went over her own movements in the reflection of the mirrored wall they danced in front of. My eyes were glued to her, and I couldn't help but stare. As she looked at her reflection, her eyes caught mine. I looked away, embarrassed, and played it off by watching the rest of the students go over the routine with the instructor's help.

The music stopped as the instructor clapped to gain everyone's attention. She was going to teach the next part of the routine. My eyes fell on the student again. She stood up straight, shifting her weight to one side as she listened to the instructor's directions. Step by step, the instructor went over the motions, and she followed along immediately.

Again, they practiced the moves and after the class had the moves down, the instructor played the music to accompany the dance.

"Alright, here we go. Five, six, seven, eight," she counted off as she began dancing along, with the students following her moves.

I watched as some of the students fumbled or missed a step, wondering how I would compare to them. Then my eyes found her again. Her movements were precise. Her transitions, smooth. She nailed every move as the instructor had taught it. I snapped my head away, not wanting to get caught a second time. As the dancers stopped, so did the music.

"Alright everyone, let's take a break and we'll go over everything again before moving on." The instructor announced to the class. They dispersed to the side I was watching from, taking their water bottles to rehydrate and converse amongst each other.

The instructor waved me over. I got to my feet to meet her.

“So, what do you think of the class? Is it something you’re interested in?” She asked.

I looked back to the students, who mostly seemed younger than me, except for a few others, the girl included. “Is this an all-ages class?” I asked.

She smiled at me, “This one is our general class, which, yes, does include some middle school-aged students,” she explained to me. “It has a mixture of students with different experiences and levels of skill.”

I nod in interest, responding to her explanation.

“These classes are usually held Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays at 6 pm for the school kids, but we do have some classes for older students, whichever fits your schedule. As you can see, there are older students in this class, like Mina.” The instructor motions to the student I had been staring at. “Mina is also in our advanced classes, so if you want something more challenging, that’s an option for you.”

“Oh no, I’m just a beginner,” I waved my hands to decline the offer, “I was just curious about this class.”

“Well, just know there are options,” she explained, “But I do suggest you start with this class if you are just starting.”

I nodded in agreement. “So when can I start?”

“I’m glad you’re so eager to start,” she smiled at my enthusiasm, “You can start this Thursday if you’d like.”

“Alright,” I bowed eagerly, “Thank you so much. I’ll be here on Thursday.”

The instructor smiled, “Of course. Oh, and if you want, you can watch till the end of this class.” She began to make her way to the front of the class, “Granted, you have the time to stay and watch.”

My eyes widened, “I would love to, but I should get going.” I bowed and started to head out. I drove home excited to start something new.

Thursday dragged on longer than usual as I excitedly waited for my shift to end. Nearing the end of my shift, I looked at my bag, which I had packed some gym clothes into before work. The clock ticked down the minutes until it hit 5. I clocked out quickly and headed to the bathroom to change into my gym clothes. “This should be fine, right?” I asked myself as I looked over my gym clothes.

I psych myself up as I stand at the foot of the stairs that lead to the studio. I walk up the stairs and stand at the door. My first day. It’s always the most exciting and nerve-wracking day. I walked into the studio and saw the students sitting by the storage cubbies in the nook by the door. They seemed more interested in their conversations than in the new face that walked in. I was relieved that I wasn’t being stared at and set my bag down in a cubby.

I noticed that the girl, Mina, if I remembered correctly, was sitting with the older students, already stretching. She nodded as they spoke to her and smiled as they conversed, seemingly enjoying themselves.

I wasn’t sure what to do with myself as I waited for the class to start, so I just sat in an open area by myself. To my relief, the instructor gathered everyone moments after I sat down.

“Alright everyone, I’m sure you’ve noticed the new face in the crowd,” she motioned to me. “She’ll be joining our class as a beginner, so please make her feel welcome.”

I bowed as the students turned to face me with smiling faces. I felt less intimidated when I saw the friendly faces greeting me. The introduction was brief as we went right into warming up with stretches.

I was amazed at the varying levels of flexibility, all surpassing mine, which was to be expected. But I couldn’t help but compare myself to everyone else. Some, like Mina, were doing full splits with ease. Others were closer to the ground than I was. As we proceeded with the stretches, I found myself stretching muscles I didn’t know I had.

After stretching our bodies out, we went into a freestyle dance warm-up. I looked around the class, confused, not exactly sure what I was supposed to do. I felt a tap on my arm and turned around to see a young girl.

“Don’t worry,” she reassures me, “It’s really easy. Just move your body however you want.” She shook her arms out.

I looked over to Mina, who, instead of focusing on her reflection, smiled as she bounced along to the beat of the music. My heart fluttered when I saw the joy on her face. Hers was contagious, and I bobbed my head with her. The instructor counted down and the studio was filled with various movements. Some sharp and precise, others smooth and flowy. I stuck with sidestepping while watching everyone else dance out any stress or frustrations they had. Just by watching Mina, I knew she genuinely enjoyed dancing. Her smile never left her face as she moved effortlessly to the beat of the music, getting lost in a trance. Only once the freestyle ended did her face slowly return to the serious one I had seen a couple of days before.

The instructor was very helpful and easy to follow. She would help the students who weren’t getting the moves down and walked them through the movements. Since they were practicing a routine that they had already been working on, she paired me up with Mina to catch me up to speed.

“Hi, my name is Mina,” she extended her hand to me. “Nice to meet you.”

I shook her hand and gave her my name. “Nice to meet you, too. Thank you for your guidance.” I bowed.

She waved her hand, “Oh, no need to be so formal.” She brought me up from my bow. “We're about the same age, right?”

“Still, I’ll do my best.” I made a slight bow and welcomed her instruction. She led me through the motions and tried her best to simplify the movements. I caught on quickly, but my moves needed work.

“Alright everyone, let’s break for 5 minutes.” I went to get my water bottle when the younger students took interest and began to introduce themselves. Their curiosity compelled them to interrogate me. I happily answered, taking a glance at Mina, who also had her own flock of children surrounding her. She smiled warmly as the children rambled on.

“She’s really good.” One of the younger students stated as she noticed my gaze, “All those trophies by the window have her name on them, or well, most of them.”

“Is that so?” I look back at the student, “Well then, I’m in good hands.”

“Sometimes I think she gets overwhelmed and overworks herself too much.” Another student joined as she let out a heavy sigh, “I just wish she would take better care of herself.”

The younger student added, “But that’s why she’s the best we’ve got. She works so hard.”

I look back at Mina and also start to worry about her. The instructor calls us back to resume the lesson.

After the class was over, we were dismissed. I grabbed my bag and pulled it over my shoulder. I enjoyed it more than I thought I would. This could become a good pastime. Before I left, I noticed Mina asking the instructor if she could stay a bit longer to practice. The instructor seemed a bit hesitant to allow her to stay, but ultimately agreed. Being the star student must be tough.

After a month of attending the classes, I felt as if my flexibility was improving with every practice. My coworkers even comment on how I seem to be losing some weight and how much more energetic I seem. My plan to find a fun exercise worked out. Not only that, but I have gotten closer to many of my classmates, including Mina. She always seemed to push herself to perfection, and the more I watched her, the more apparent that became. Her seemingly unexpressive face hid a hint of joy in her eyes as she danced. Whenever she would help me with the choreography, she had a hard time simplifying it so that I could follow along. Fortunately, I learned quickly and would happily accept her help, but the way she demonstrated the moves was precise and detail-oriented. I could tell she took pride in getting every detail correct. During breaks, I would sit with her and entertain the younger kids who would flock to us.

“Alright,” the instructor called everyone over, “As you all know, if you read the group messages, we're having a performance next month. We’ll be holding a class on the Sunday before the event to go over the program and run it through in its entirety.”

I looked over to Mina, excited when I noticed her face remained serious. I could see the excitement in her eyes. I smiled as it seemed I wasn’t the only one looking forward to the event.

“Make sure to take note of the dress code as well. I expect everyone to be here on time,” the instructor clapped to dismiss us.

During the month of the recital, everyone began to take practice more seriously. In the blink of an eye, the Sunday rehearsal came. We went through each number as if we were performing. The ballet number that came next included Mina and two other older students. They made their way to the center of the studio, getting into position. The music started, and the girls sprang to life. They elegantly moved, gliding through the space in the studio. I watched in awe, despite having seen the number multiple times through practice. I could see that Mina, despite concentrating on the number, was enjoying herself. It seemed like things were going smoothly until Mina rolled her ankle during one of the jumps.

“I’m fine,” Mina responded as she got back up and went back into position before wincing at the weight put on her ankle.

The instructor stopped the music and pulled her to the side, “You won’t be able to perform if you don't rest. Your injury will just get worse. Now, please just take a break, Mina.”

“I said I’m fine,” she firmly stated again, “I need to keep going.”

The instructor sighed, “I can’t let you perform. You’ll rest or you won’t be able to perform at the recital.”

Panic set into her eyes as she looked around the room. Worried and concerned looks greeted her, and, for a second, we made eye contact. Mina ran out of the practice room, clutching her chest. Concern drove my body to follow after her, scurrying down the stairs to be by her side.

She hunched over on the sidewalk, her breathing was panicked and heavy. Both hands were gripping her chest as she fell into a ball at the bottom of the stairs. I immediately grabbed her tensed hands, pulling them to my chest to get her to face me. When her eyes met mine, I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, hoping she would do the same. "It's ok, just take a deep breath and slowly breathe out. Just look at me and think about your breathing."

She began to follow my breathing, her clenched hands relaxed a little, and her wide, panicked eyes began to settle down.

Noticing her calming down, I continued to comfort her, "Mina, it's alright, you're alright."

Her voice barely above a whisper, "You saw my mistake, didn't you? How I rolled my ankle. I can't perform." Mina's voice wavered.

My brows furrow, "Mina, you’ll be able to perform. You just need a bit of rest."

"I don’t have time to rest!" She blurted out. "I’m the star student, I can’t get injured now."

"Mina," I was startled by her outburst. Her face was the most expressive I’ve seen.

"I’ll ruin the performance if I mess up." Her head hangs low.

I gently caress her hands, hoping to calm her down, "I'm sure you won't ruin the performance."

"How could you know that?” She takes in a deep breath, “If I mess up on stage, the audience will whisper among themselves. Wasn't she the one who won those competitions? How could she mess up a simple performance? I can hear their comments in my head."

"No one thinks you aren’t one of the best dancers we have." I firmly gripped her hands. "One mistake isn’t going to change that."

She let out a deep breath. "You weren't there, this isn’t the first time I’ve made a mistake."

"But I was just here, Mina.” I try to comfort her. “I saw you make that mistake in the studio, and not once did those thoughts cross my mind."

“You don’t have to lie to me,” She pulled her hands out of my grasp, “I saw everyone's disappointed faces.” She holds her head in her hands as tears begin to well in her eyes.

I let out a heavy sigh. “I’m concerned for you. And luckily, this is just the rehearsal.”

"This rehearsal is how we are going to perform on stage!" She started, her frustration threatening to let her tears fall free, “Yet I still-”

"Mina!" I shouted.

She looked at me with wide eyes, not expecting me to raise my voice.

I lowered my voice when I got her attention, “When I first saw you dance, I was mesmerized. You made dancing look so easy. I thought, how can someone look so beautiful while dancing? Then, I saw all the hard work you put into improving your skills and how much you enjoy dancing. Of course, it looks easy when you put so much work into something you love. So please, don’t continue blaming yourself. One mistake is not going to define you.”

She looked down at her hands.

I wrap an arm over her and gently rub her shoulder, "Not everyone is out to get you. I promise. I’m worried about you.” I got embarrassed by what I said, "And so is everyone else." I rubbed the back of my neck nervously.

A small smile grew on her face as she slowly stood up, “Then I guess I need to stop feeling bad for myself.” She wiped her tears with the back of her hand. “I can’t let the people supporting me down.”

I smiled when she picked herself up, “That’s the spirit.” I could still see the doubt and worry behind her expression. How could something she enjoyed so much bring her this much pain? Was there any way I could help her? All I could do was to stand by her.

The day of the recital came in the blink of an eye. I met up with some of the others and gave them a ride to the venue. The venue was packed with family and friends who were invited to watch and strangers who saw our advertisements on social media. I even bumped into some coworkers I had invited to come watch. I made my way backstage, my nerves getting the better of me. I was greeted by everyone, and we all talked to calm our nerves before the performance. I saw Mina repeatedly going over the movements, mentally preparing herself for the performance. I got up and joined her.

“Mina,” I called to her, “How do you stay calm before a performance?”

She looked at me, seeing my tense movements as we practiced the moves. “I’m glad you think I’m calm.” She grabs my stiff hands, hers slightly shaking in mine. “I’m just as nervous as everyone else. But once I start dancing, my nerves seem to disappear.” She lets go of my hands and returns to practicing, motioning me to join her.

The instructor called everyone to get into position, the event was starting.

The lights dim as the audience begins to quiet down. I sneak a peek at the audience and feel the sea of eyes anticipating the opening performance. The daunting feeling of being watched sank back in as we were then queued to take the stage. I took a deep breath and decided to take Mina at her word. I’ll just dance. The music started as the lights illuminated the stage. I looked to Mina as she began to move the the rhythm. I could hear the count in my head and stayed on time. My body moved rigidly as I looked back at the audience. I concentrated on the count, and slowly I began to feel relaxed, dancing as my body told me. I looked at Mina, who looked back with a slight smile on her face. This is fun.

We received a loud and excited applause as we exited the stage for the next performance. My nerves settled as I began anticipating my next appearance.

After finishing the next dance number I participated in, I made my way to the side of the stage, brushing by Mina and the other dancers. I gave them a thumbs up, wishing them good luck. They elegantly made their way to the marked positions and waited. As the music cued, they began their routine. It was going smoothly, their form was perfect. Every arm movement was in sync, down to the way they seemed to glide across the stage. Their eyes were focused and gentle at the same time. Everything was going smoothly.

They jumped across the stage. Mina landed, almost rolling her ankle, stumbling instead. She regained her balance and continued with the dance. When she jumped for the second time, landing on the same foot, she fell to the ground as her ankle gave out under her. Her eyes went wide as she looked at the audience, whose concerned looks bore into Mina’s thoughts. She felt her chest grow tight as panic started to drown her. The whispers in her mind told her they were against her.

I cupped my hands around my mouth to yell her name, "MINA!"

Her head snapped in the direction of my voice.

I gave a wide smile and thumbs up with both my hands, mouthing the words, 'Don't worry, keep going.'

Mina looked back toward the audience when she saw that they were watching, waiting for her to get up to continue the performance. So she did. She got to her feet and caught up to the others, resuming the routine and finishing strong. The audience applauded the performance with cheers and whistles as if they had forgotten about the mistake she had made earlier. A smile grew on her face when she realized that no one in the crowd looked disappointed. She looked at me off stage to see my smiling face.

They hurried off stage, and as soon as she was out of the audience's sight, she hugged me tightly. “Thank you,” she whispered, “I’m glad you were here with me.”

I was shocked for a moment when her arms wrapped around my neck to embrace me, but after the initial shock, I hugged her back. “You don’t have to thank me. Give yourself some credit, you pushed through.”

“If you hadn’t shouted my name, I don’t think I would have been able to continue,” she said, turning her face away from my shoulder to flash me a smile.

The sweet moment of appreciation was cut short by the next number, which everyone participated in. Everyone rushed out to the stage and finished off strong, receiving loud applause from the crowd.

After the performance, everyone met up with their friends and family, being congratulated on their performance. I met up with my coworkers, who were also impressed with my skills, joking about also joining. I graciously accepted their compliments, getting a little shy. I excused myself as I went to search for Mina. I spotted her talking with some acquaintances. Her smile radiated as I’m sure they were praising her. Her eyes caught mine, and she bowed to her friends, greeting me with a smile. I jogged to her.

“Hey,” I stopped in front of her.

“Hey,” she replied with a smile. "I know I already told you this, but thank you.”

“I was just doing what anyone else would’ve done,” I replied to humble my actions.

She shook her head, “You don’t need to be so modest. You were the only one who let me know that you were supporting me instead of letting me assume everyone was against me.” She fixed her duffle bag on her shoulder. “If you keep that up, I might fall for you," Mina teased, chuckling to herself as we began to walk out of the venue.

I felt heat rise to my face, "W-well, if you don't mind, maybe we can go somewhere after class together," I took the opportunity to ask. "You know, to celebrate."

She looked at my red face with a quizzical look on her face, "Like a date?" She asked.

Our eyes met, and already being overwhelmed from asking her on a date, my eyes shot away to avoid eye contact, "Yeah, I guess it would be like a date." My eyes slowly found hers again.

Her eyes squinted as a warm smile grew on her face, "I'd like that." She pushed the door open and walked out the door.

I stood wide-eyed at the exit, completely dumbfounded. "She said yes," I said to myself, "Wait, she said yes?" I burst through the doors to catch up with her.

She laughed as I ran to ask her if she really agreed to a date. My face lit up with excitement when she agreed. I annoyed her with questions so that I could figure out where to take her.

“Did you not have a place in mind already?” She questioned, amused at my persistence.

I thought for a second before replying, “It was a spur-of-the-moment thing, so not really.” I answered honestly.

She giggled at the honesty in my answer, “Well, you don’t have to think too hard. I’m sure wherever you take me, I’ll have a good time.”

“That’s unfair,” I saw her puzzled face after my statement, “You’re giving me too much hope.”

She let out a chuckle, “In all fairness, giving you hope would only try to repay the strength you gave me.”

As we walked to my car, I made sure to let her know that I would always be there for her, “If you let me stay by your side, I’ll give you all the strength you need.”

[sandywritesfics]

You Are Enough

You accidentally speak your mind and end up forming a relationship with the girl you didn't mean to harass.

Wendy x Fem!Reader

Fluff, University, Insecurity

2,242 words

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"I really wanna lay on her thighs," I thought to myself as a pretty girl walked by me. Not until she looked at me did I realize I had spoken my mind.

"Excuse me?" She questioned my statement with a bit of offense taken.

"Ah sorry," I panicked, "I meant it as a compliment, I just thought your thighs looked comfortable to lay on," Shut up you idiot, "And you're really pretty so I just," I sighed giving up on trying to explain myself, "I meant to keep that to myself."

"You should probably work on that then," she pulled her bag strap to adjust it before walking away.

"What is wrong with me?" My head drops into my hands, rubbing my face from the embarrassment I caused myself, "She hates me already."

The next morning, I sat in the lecture hall for a class I had absolutely no interest in. My chin rests in the palm of my hand as I scan the room for a pretty face to lift my mood until the lecture starts.

"Oh hey thigh girl," I heard a familiar voice come from behind me.

I turn to find the same pretty girl I had accidentally offended with my comment the day before. She was wearing sweatpants, I was guessing to hide her legs. Hers was not the pretty face I expected to find and neither did it lift my mood particularly.

She set her bag by the seat next to mine. "So were you looking around for another nice pair of thighs or-" As she sat down, I covered her mouth before anyone else heard her.

"Look, I'm really sorry about yesterday, but can you not say that out loud?" My face tinted red as I frantically looked around the room, "And it wasn't like that." I quickly moved my hands from her face, setting them on the table in front of me. "Why are you sitting next to me anyway?" I sat looking at my blank notebook paper, fidgeting with the pen in my hand.

She looked at my face, seeing the discomfort in the way I kept to myself, "My name's Wendy." She extended her hand out.

I looked at her, confused, trying to figure out why she decided to approach me after what happened.

"This is where you tell me your name," she grabbed my hand, shaking it firmly, "Unless you prefer I call you thigh girl."

My eyes widened. "Please don't keep calling me that," I sighed, giving her my name to call me instead.

The professor walked into the room, clearing his throat, ready to begin the class.

The lecture lost me after not even ten minutes in. Half because most of the words coming out of the professor's mouth came in one ear and out the other, the other half being Wendy. She must have noticed that this wasn't my best subject, as she would show me her notes during the brief breaks in the lecture, asking me if I needed an explanation. I accepted, but my mind was too distracted. Her voice was beautiful, her handwriting legibly adorable, her understanding of the lesson confusing to me, but that only made her more attractive. I was completely mesmerized.

The professor wrapped up the lecture by reminding us that the homework assigned was due by the next class period. I packed my notebook and pencil case into my bag, only taking from the class that the homework would be rough. I looked at Wendy, who had attempted to help me understand the lecture, wanting to ask for help, but the question as to why she sat next to me crept back into my mind. But before I could ask either question, she asked for my number.

"Just in case you still have questions about the lecture," she handed me her phone so I could input my number into her contacts, "Because I don't think you got anything from the look on your face."

"Thanks," I said, returning her phone with a nervous laugh. I must look stupid to her.

"Did you get my text?" She looked up from her phone, waiting for the chime of my phone.

I looked at my phone as it vibrated on cue. The message popped up on the screen, 'This you thigh girl?'

I looked back at her, unamused by the text, "Yeah, I got it." I shoved the phone in my back pocket, throwing my backpack on.

She snickered as I walked ahead of her, "I'll stop calling you that, I promise."

I stopped at the door, holding it open for her. "You have Dr. Elizondo's class now?"

"What do they teach?" She questioned, trying to recall if she'd heard that name.

"So you don't have her class," I figured when the name didn't spark recognition. "What's your major then, since you aren't an Animal Science major?"

"A general Music major, still trying to figure out the specifics," she fixed the positioning of her bag on her shoulder, "Ah, I have to go this way. See you next class."

When she walked her separate way, I smiled widely, walking away with a bounce in my step. I was already looking forward to our next class.

After a couple more classes, I got back to my dorm room, tossing my bag onto my bed. I pulled my notes out and sat at my desk contemplating whether to ask for her help. This would give me a reason to talk and get closer to her. I smiled at the notion and opened the messaging app before I stopped in my tracks.

Wait, maybe she's just being nice and really is just offering study help. Or it could be that she wants to be friends. But she has to know I like her, right? I mean, I said I wanted to lie on her thighs. So maybe she knows and I have a shot. But it's not likely... unless. I dropped my phone, ruffling my hair in frustration, "Ah, just ask for help on your homework and whatever happens, happens!" My head falls onto the desk. I stare at the last text she sent, 'just text me if you need any help on the hw.'

"I shouldn't get my hopes up." I sighed, pulling myself up from my desk, "It's just about homework." I take a deep breath before shooting her a text. To my surprise, she answered immediately.

"I was wondering when you would decide to ask for help." The screen read, "Give me a second tho, I need to get my notes out."

I smiled at my phone screen, swinging my legs back and forth in my chair. "Maybe I can get my hopes up a little."

After our first text conversation, we would text each other often to meet up outside of class to study together or hang out with each other. The more we hung out, the more I caught myself falling for her.

It was all such simple things that caught my eye, like the way she always tied her short hair back before we began our study sessions, and the random strand that would fall in her face before she brushed it back behind her ear. The way she grabbed the straps of her backpack as she walked next to me, smiling. When we'd get lunch together how she'd light up with her favorite drink. The snarky way she talks and the grin she makes when she likes my reaction. How she laughs nervously when I compliment her, but confidently says cheesy or suggestive lines. The way she would hide by and stick to my shoulders when I would run into a friend while with her. I noticed that whenever we planned to hang out, she would wear mostly pants that hugged or showed her legs, but when we would bump into each other randomly, she would usually be wearing baggy pants. The more I began to notice these things about her, I realized how much attention I was paying to her.

I walked into the Fine Arts building one day to find her sitting alone at one of the tables in the halls. I kept back for a while to see how she acted when I wasn't around. She had earbuds in, focused on the notebook she had in front of her. A person from the group next to her accidentally hit the table she was sitting at. She looked up from her work and hid her glare with a forced smile while politely accepting their apology. I walked up to the table, hanging my bag on the back of the seat across from her. She looked up with an unamused expression before smiling, taking her earbuds out once she saw it was me. I really have fallen for her.

With the weather being warm and sunny, we took a walk around the campus to take in the nice weather. I noticed that groups of people had set up hammocks in the designated spaces around campus, so I shot the suggestion to rent a hammock. She saw the others lounging about and nodded.

She insisted we only rent one to save money, despite it only costing a couple of dollars. Though I didn't complain because any excuse to share a hammock was welcome. Once we rented the hammock, we looked for a secluded place in the shade. After setting up the hammock, I struggled to make my way into the twisted cloth. She giggled at my struggle climbing into the hammock with ease.

We lay staring at the sky, the clouds gently floating by. After sitting in silence for a minute, Wendy spoke up.

"I really appreciated what you did the day we first met," she said, turning to face me.

I scrunch my face, turning to look at her, "You mean when I basically harassed you because I was staring at your thighs?" I questioned, wondering what about that moment she was appreciative of.

"I admit I was caught off guard by what you said and a little offended at first, but…" she intertwined her fingers in mine, "That somehow made me feel like I didn't need to change."

"What do you mean?" I looked at her delicate fingers wrapped around my hand.

She looked back up to the sky, summoning the words from the clouds above us, "I was having trouble with my body image, thinking my legs were too big and wanting to be skinnier in general. I decided to wear shorts that day to see if I could get over that feeling," I could hear the sadness in her voice as she recalled the feelings she harbored, "Then when you said that you thought I was pretty and that you were just complimenting me, and how you looked panicked that you said the wrong thing," she giggled remembering, "It was the first time anyone complimented me on the thing I was self-conscious about." Her expression was soft with happiness creeping into her smile.

The sun shone gently on her face, making her look ethereal. I was captivated by the beauty in her genuine emotions.

"It also let me get closer to you, get to know the you that doesn't impulsively comment on strangers' bodies," she giggled. "So yeah," she turned her body to face me, "I'm thankful to you and your impulsive comment, thigh girl."

"Well, I'm just glad you took it as a compliment, I was scared you hated me after that stunt I pulled," The relief expelling from my body.

"You must've been lucky that it was me then," she gave me a smug look.

I returned an equally smug look, "Luckiest girl in the world."

Wendy smiled widely, rolling on top of me, swinging the hammock dangerously. I wrapped my arm around her waist to hold her still, not wanting us to fall onto the ground.

"Hey, woah, don't move so suddenly, you'll fall," Panic controlled my voice.

"I already have," she cups my cheeks, planting a gentle kiss on my lips.

My eyes widened at the sudden gesture, "W-what was that?" My face surely flushed red.

"A declaration," she grinned, "That I want to go out with you."

A dumbfounded look was plastered on my face. "Was I obvious?"

"If I couldn't tell by our first encounter, I would say the quick replies, always getting me my favorite drink before I ask for it, the staring..." She started to list off.

She would've continued to list reasons if I hadn't interrupted, "Alright, I get it. It was very obvious," I wasn't about to admit total defeat, "But so were you."

"Which is why it was a surprise I asked you out?" Disbelief crossed the smirk on her face.

"The smile only I see, being comfortable in your own body around me," My fingers ran along the end of her shorts, trying to think of more reasons to back up my lie, "Insisting on renting one hammock, kissing me, telling me you want to go out with me."

"Those last things just happened, you doofus," she smacked my shoulder, laughing at my idiocy, "I just hope you don't have high expectations." Her head rests on my shoulder.

"What are you talking about?" I scoffed, wrapping my arms around her waist to embrace her, "You don't have to reach any expectation because I have some news for you.” I kissed her forehead, "You are enough."

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Late Night Video (18+)

What do you do when you catch your boyfriend watching porn?

Mark x Fem!Reader

Smut, Oral, Blowjob, Porn, First time, Humor

3,040 words

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It was late in the night when I decided to take a shower. I washed my hair with my fruit-scented shampoo and conditioner, then scrubbed my body with a similar-smelling body wash. After cleaning my body, I decided to bathe in a watermelon scented bath bomb to relax my body and give a little surprise to my boyfriend. I step out of the bathtub and grab a towel to dry myself off. Once dry, I slipped into my underwear, donned my bathrobe, and combed my hair to detangle it. I blow-dry my hair while brushing it out to keep it smooth. When I finished, I walked to the bedroom to sleep next to my boyfriend, who was doing something else.

Mark saw me walk into the room while he was watching something with his hands down there. He immediately slammed his laptop closed and brought the comforter over his lower region. A smile grew on my face, knowing what he was doing.

“You couldn’t help yourself, could you?” I closed the door behind me and made my way over to him. “Can I see what you were watching?” I teasingly questioned as I sat behind his laptop, reaching to open it.

He quickly placed his hand on the laptop to prevent me from opening it. “It was nothing, just… leave it… please.” His face was such a bright red.

“What, is it something bad? I don’t mind really. I just want to see what you’re into.” I said as I pushed his hands away to open the laptop.

His hands moved away slowly to allow me to open the laptop, but it was locked. I looked at him pleading with him to allow me to see what he was watching. He slowly typed the password to his laptop and looked away, embarrassed.

It was a POV video of a girl giving a guy a blowjob. “Ah, so that’s what it was, it’s not bad.” I looked at him teasingly, “And the girl looks pretty.” I moved myself next to Mark, played the video, and lead my hands under the blankets.

“Woah, wait, what are you doing?” He said as he paused the video and grabbed my hands. His face became very flustered.

“You’re still stiff, aren’t you?” I looked up at him. “So I thought you could continue watching the video, and I'll do the work for you.” An innocent look crossed my face.

“No… I can’t, it’s just…” he stumbled to find his words through his embarrassment.

I caressed his face, hushing him. “Shhhhh, don’t worry about it. I can do this… I think.” My hands made their way back under the covers.

He looked at me concerned, “Are you sure you want to do this. I mean you haven’t done this before… have you?” He started to question my experience with the subject.

“Yeah, I’m sure,” I reassured him. “I wouldn’t have offered if I didn’t want to.” I tapped the trackpad to resume the video. “I’ll just try to do what the girl is doing. It shouldn’t be that hard.” I smirked lustfully.

He didn’t object as his body was tense from both the physical and emotional situations. I started by stroking him while watching the video. ‘Dang, this girl can really take it in her mouth.’ I thought as she went deeper. I looked at Mark and compared him to the one in the video and tried to gauge if I could do the same thing the girl was doing. ‘Well, you can’t know until you try.’ I thought as I opened my mouth to imitate the girl. The moment my mouth met with Mark, he let out an involuntary moan, which he tried to hold back as he grabbed my hair. I adjusted my body so I could move comfortably. I began slowly to wet the surface a bit before trying to gag on it. As I began to get more comfortable, Mark paused the video.

I looked up, confused as to why he stopped. “You didn’t cum yet, why did you stop?” A strand of saliva hung from my mouth. I wiped it off with the back of my hand, waiting for a response.

He closed the laptop and set it aside, “I can’t watch it, or rather, I’m not watching it.”

“What do you mean, doesn’t that turn you on? I mean, the girl is really pretty and really talented.” I said in a clueless manner.

He grabbed my shoulders, “I don’t watch these for the girls. I… imagine you doing those things to me…” He let go of my shoulders and covered his face. “So… if you’re just gonna do it, then I don’t need the video. Because… I ummm, want to see the face you make when you do it…” His head turned away as his hands moved to the back of his neck. His eyes looked at me because his face was still too embarrassed.

I almost laughed at his cute reaction. “You are too cute for me, Mark.” I giggled with a fist over my mouth. “Well, if you just want to see me do it, that just makes me a bit embarrassed.” I turned away shyly. “But it also makes me a bit hornier.” My shy persona was quickly replaced with a sexy one.

I moved between Mark's legs to allow him to see my face as I took him into my mouth. My hands felt their way down from his chest to his lower region. They wrapped around his member as I looked up at him with wide eyes. I stuck my tongue out and ran it on the underside until I reached the tip. I smirked teasingly as I saw his reaction. I focused my attention to the problem. I opened my mouth wide to take him in. I slowly went down as far as I could before I started to gag and came back up, completely detaching myself from him. I looked at him to see his reaction.

“Does that feel good?” I asked in a sultry voice.

He nodded as he followed my face back down to his member.

I put my mouth back onto him and slowly found a rhythm to go to. His hands went from being at his sides to grabbing my hair. He groaned as he held my head and started moving me to his own pace. My head moved up and down at a slightly faster beat as he pushed a little deeper every time. I tried my best not to gag, but the tip kept hitting the soft spot in my mouth. When I gagged, he stopped and let go of my head.

“Ah, sorry, I uh got a little carried away.” He apologized quickly.

I coughed a little before I responded, “No, it’s fine. I wasn’t gonna throw up, but just let me do it so I don’t vomit on you.” I smiled as I went back to it.

Seeing how he seemed to want to go deeper, I would occasionally go as deep as I could. I gagged a little, then I would ease up and continue doing it comfortably.

His moans became more frequent and more vocal. I could also feel him twitching in my mouth. I knew he was close so I used my hands and moved my mouth quicker to get him to cum.

“Ahhh, fuck.” I heard him mutter under his breath as his grip on my hair became tighter. I felt his body tense up and I kept going at my quickened pace. Finally, he released his tension into my mouth. I sat up with it still in my mouth as I cupped my hands under my chin to make sure none of it fell onto the bedsheets. I looked at him and closed my mouth to swallow it. I swallowed hard, then opened my mouth to show him.

“You didn’t have to swallow it.” He said through heavy breaths.

“Where was I gonna put it?” I questioned.

“You could’ve spit it out in the bathroom.” He suggested.

“Oh yeah, I guess that was an option.” I laughed nervously. “Well, now that you’ve calmed down, we can sleep.”

Mark grabbed my arm. “What about you? Are you ok?” He looked at me lovingly.

“Yeah, I’m fine, just wanted to help you out.” I quickly moved under the covers. “Good night.”

He looked down at me, surprised at my sudden persona switch. He slowly came up behind me and spooned me. His face was in the crook of my neck. Mark gently took a sniff and whispered in my ear. “You smell like watermelons.” I felt a smile on the side of my neck, which caused me to shrug my shoulders to protect them. He kissed the nape of my neck and proceeded to continue to my shoulders. His arms were wrapped around my waist, but they started to move down to my thighs and in between them. I let out a small gasp as I quickly moved my hands to Mark’s.

“M-Mark, I’m fine. R-really.” My voice wavered as he felt me over my panties.

“You don’t feel fine.” He said between his kisses. He stopped and sat up to go retrieve something from the nightstand. I turned around to see what he was doing and found that he had pulled out a condom from one of the drawers.

“Mark, wait,” I said, being a bit scared of doing it.

“What’s wrong?” He looked back at me. “You put me in this mood.”

I immediately felt hotter by his words. I made him like this. That turned me on.

He came back with the condom in hand and sat next to me. “It isn’t fair if you’re the only one that gets to tease me.” He looked at me with a slight pout on his face. It quickly faded into a smirk, “So why don’t I help you this time?”

I pulled the covers over my face to hide. Mark grabbed the comforter and gently pulled them down so he could see my face.

“You were so eager to help me.” He moved his face closer to mine. “Where is that now? Are you gonna leave me like this?” He chuckled his questions.

I looked down to avoid eye contact. I slowly shook my head in response.

He placed his hand on my chin and pulled it to face him. “Good, because you make me like this.” He placed a soft kiss on my lips, “Only you.” He whispered.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed our foreheads together. I pouted while looking him in the eyes.

“You look so cute,” he chuckled as he leaned in to kiss me. He grabbed my waist and pulled me onto his lap. His hands slid down to caress my thighs. I moved into the kiss as it became more intimate. My robe felt like it was in the way, so I began to remove it. Mark had the same idea and helped me out of it. I started to grind on him, feeling him become erect under me. We broke away from the kiss, wanting to do more. Mark took his shirt off. I held my hand out to receive the condom.

“And you said you’ve never done this before?” Mark questioned playfully.

“What would you do if I said yes?” I tore the packaging open and looked at him, waiting for an answer.

He looked at me with a shocked expression, “Well, I’d be a little jealous of whoever got to do it with you before me.” He brought his face to my ear, “But it doesn’t ruin the mood,” he whispered into my ear.

My fingers stumbled to remove the condom from its packaging. He grabbed my hands, “From the looks of it, though, it is your first time,” he chuckled. He placed his forehead against mine. “Are you sure you want to do this?” he looked concerned by my nerves.

“I took a sex-ed class, I know how to put a condom on,” I said, determined to prove so.

He laughed as he placed a soft kiss on my forehead. “I meant the sex part.”

I blushed hard, “Ummmm, yeah… I…” I looked him in the eyes with my face flustered and embarrassed. “Mark, you’re acting too sexy.” I pushed his chest with clenched fists while I turned my head away.

My embarrassment made Mark speechless. He covered his face with his arm. “Ah, sorry.” he looked at me over his arm. He slowly moved it out of the way and grabbed my hands. “It’s just, you’re acting too cute. I can’t help myself.” He took the square package out of my hands and laid me down on my back. He removed the condom and proceeded to put it on. I realized I still had my underwear on, so I went to remove them when I kneed Mark in the chin.

I immediately sat up and put my hand on his chin. “Ah, Mark, I’m sorry.”

He laughed as he grabbed my hand. “You didn’t hit me hard, it’s ok.” he rubbed his chin as he saw my underwear on my other leg. He leaned me back as he removed them completely.

I was lying on my back with Mark between my legs, my chest feeling tight in anticipation. My hands were at my sides. Mark grabbed my waist to pull me closer to him.

“You have to tell me if it hurts,” he said with concern filling his voice, “I don’t want to hurt you.”

I just nodded, looking down to our lower regions, tensely waiting. He slowly pushed himself against me. My legs tensed up at the contact. I clenched my fists harder and sealed my eyes shut. Mark saw my tense body and stopped. He lifted my head to face him.

“Hey, look at me,” he said in a soft voice.

I slowly opened my eyes to see him looking at me lovingly. “Mark…” I said quietly.

He smiled, “You have to relax.” he paused, “It’s my first time too, but… just look at my face. Don’t focus on anything else.” Once he saw that my attention was set on him, he started to say reassuring things to keep my attention on his face. “Don’t worry. It’s ok. Just focus on me.” And every time my eyes went back down, he would call my name to get my attention back. He slowly pushed again, continuing to keep my attention. I could still feel him pushing in, but I kept focusing on his words.

When he finally penetrated me, I let out a gasp, then took a deep breath. I moved my hands from my head to his shoulders. I whimpered his name, “m-mark…”

He looked very aroused, “You look so adorable calling my name.” he slowly pushed himself deeper.

I could feel him inside, pushing deeper, making me feel weird. “Aaahh,” I let out involuntarily. I clenched my fists and gently pushed against Mark. “It feels weird, but… good.”

“Well, as long as it feels good for you too,” he responded as he pulled back to push back in.

“Mmmmm…” A moan escaped my closed lips as I attempted to hide my face. I let out a deep breath.

Mark saw my attempt to hide my face and intervened. “Hey, don’t hide your pretty face. I wanna see what kind of faces you can make,” he smirked. “The faces only I’ll be able to see. The ones you’ll only make for me.”

“Maaaark.” I whined, “You can’t say stuff like that… it’ll make me… feel weird.”

“But I really want to see your face,” he said innocently as he again pulled back and thrust back in.

“Ahhh,” I moaned out loud. I placed my hands to my sides, gripping at the sheets.

He continued to thrust himself back and forth, finding a slow rhythm to go to. I tried to contain my moans, but I’d never felt anything like this before. I started to pant. “Mark, please, ah.”

Mark was barely able to contain his excitement, “Ah, fuck,” He brought his face to my ear. “Your voice is making me crazy.”

That didn’t help with my voice, it only became needier. “Ah, Mark… I want to feel you more. Mmmm, Feel you, deeper inside me...” I was becoming more desperate for his attention.

It seemed like he was unable to contain himself as he slowly but surely pushed his way as far as he could. I clawed at the sheets beside me as he pushed himself all the way in. “Ahhh, fuck Mark.” My head flung back, feeling the pain and pleasure. I looked back down to see that he had pushed as far as he could reach.

“Are you ok?” he seemed panicked.

I looked up at his face and pulled it close to mine. I pressed our foreheads together while I took deep breaths. “Of course I’m fine.” I said between breaths, “I’m with you, aren’t I?”

Without hesitation, he firmly pressed his lips against mine. I kissed back, pulling myself closer to him. He continued to thrust back and forth, pushing back to the same depth.

“Ahhhh, Mark.” I moaned as my grip became tighter. “Mmm.”

His thrusts quickened, “Ahh I’m, I’m gonna…” his hold on my hips became stronger. “Fuck.” he muttered under his breath.

I could feel my body tensing, seemingly about to reach its threshold, “Mark. Mark! MARK!” I screamed as I climaxed.

After screaming his name, he came right after. His grip on my hips loosened as he slowly pulled himself out and carefully took the condom off, being careful not to let its contents spill. He threw the protection away and climbed back into bed next to me.

We cuddled next to each other, feeling closer than we ever felt before.

“I love you, Mark,” I said as sleep crept its way through my body. I nuzzled my head into his neck, finding comfort in his warmth.

He caressed my head, “I love you too,” he said as he planted one final gentle kiss on my forehead before sleep drifted both of us off, comfortably and content.

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After Practice

You and Mark walk home after practice.

Mark x Fem!Reader

Fluff

852 words

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It was a windy afternoon when I was walking down the street, about to surprise my boyfriend at work. It looked like it was going to rain, but the SM building was nearby, so I didn't feel the need to get any rain gear. I entered the building and greeted the receptionist. She allowed me to enter and pointed me to their practice room. I walked to the door and looked in through the window to see them practicing a new song. I sat outside patiently waiting for the practice to finish. I saw some of the members leaving the room, so I stood up and looked into the practice room to see him stay behind still practicing some parts to make sure he got it down. The members greeted me as they walked by, knowing who I was there for. I walked into the room and stood in the back, waiting for him to notice I was there. He looked up to the mirrored wall and saw me in the back watching him practice.

"Ah, when did you get here?" Mark questioned as he walked toward me.

"Not too long ago," I answered. "You're still practicing, right? Don't let me distract you."

He came to hug me, "But I'm already distracted."

"Wah, don't hug me, you are sweaty." I pushed him away playfully.

He backed up, "Oh, I'm sorry."

I immediately wrapped my arms around him, "It was a joke, I like you sweaty. Did you forget?"

"A,h right." He hugged back. "Anyways, thanks for coming over. I'm ready to leave if you are." He picked up his bag with me still wrapped around him.

"Yea, let's go," I said as we hobbled to the door. I let go of my hug and held his hand instead as we walked out of the building.

The storm clouds grew darker, and the rain was ready to fall. We had made it almost halfway to the apartment when the clouds finally dropped its heavy rain. Running, we made our way home hand in hand, laughing at how we had to get caught in the bad weather. By the time we made it to the apartment steps, a puddle had formed at the base of the building. I jumped into the puddle, pulling Mark with me getting both our shoes soaking wet. I laughed as he looked at me mischievously. He pulled me out of the puddle and brought me close.

"Jagiya," he said as we stood in the rain in each other's embrace. "Now we are both wet." He leaned in and placed his forehead against mine.

I squealed and broke out from his grasp. I ran up the stairs to our apartment, Mark chasing behind me. We got to the door and I went to unlock it. With the click of the lock, Mark picked me up by the waist and carried me inside. He bumped the door closed with his hip and brought me to our bedroom.

"Let's get into something dry." He let me down and went to the drawers to find comfortable clothes to change into.

We changed into dry, comfortable clothes and met in the living room. I sat on the couch with sopping wet hair and turned the TV on. Mark came behind the couch with a towel and dropped it on my head before ruffling my hair to dry it. I hummed in comfort as he dried my hair. He cupped my cheeks and leaned my head back to place a soft kiss on my forehead. I leaned back and grabbed the towel around his neck to pull him into a proper kiss. Giggling, I pat the empty area next to me on the couch. He came around and sat next to me, wrapping his arm around my shoulders. I leaned into him, resting my head on his shoulder while I flipped through the channels to see what was on. Once we decided on a show, we snuggled together to keep warm. He played with my hair as I drew little messages on his thigh.

The rain was falling harder, and the signal on the television became weak. He grabbed the remote and turned it off. I was nodding off, not being able to keep myself awake. Mark pulled me onto his lap into a straddle. My arms wrapped around his neck as I nuzzled into it. He drew on my back until I was completely asleep before he carried me off to bed.

He pulled the covers down and carefully laid me down onto the bed. I rolled to my side and grabbed toward the empty space next to me, whining when nothing was there. Mark chuckled when we saw me grabbing at the space he usually occupies. He quickly climbed into bed and allowed himself to become a teddy bear in my needy grasp. Once my body was wrapped around him, I sleepily called his name.

“...mark..." I nuzzled closer.

He brushed the hair away from my face, chuckling at my sleeping form. "I'm here," Mark said, kissing my forehead. "I'll always be right here.

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