#00 line hard hours

[tyonfs]

stargirl interlude

PAIRING ▸ na jaemin x fem!reader

GENRES ▸ smut, influencer au, strangers to lovers

WARNINGS ▸ profanity, mc and her friends are a little shallow, tbh i wrote this because of jaemin’s tits, dirty talk, sexual content, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), kitchen sex, oral (m. receiving), oral (f. receiving), lowkey dumbification, body worship, ft. one night stand with jeno 

SUMMARY ▸ and i shouldn't cry, but I love it, starboy / i just wanna see you shine 'cause i know you are a stargirl

PLAYLIST ▸ stargirl interlude by the weeknd, lana del rey • alien superstar by beyoncé

WORD COUNT ▸ 5.9k words

TAG LIST ▸ @leeknowsredeyeliner​ @geniejunn​ @sehunniepot​ @jjaeyoonoh​ @subhyuck​ @jenoluuvvs​ @jaemboi64​ @otchae​ @n0hyuck​ @hyuckinx​ @domhyuckie​ @justhereforimagines​ @daegalfangirl​ @soobin-chois​ @lmkworld​ @baekhyuns-lipchain​ @its-taeil-time​ @produmads​ @kaislinging-slasher01​ @neomorning​ @learnthisfeeling​ @glitching-wren​ @carelessshootanonymous​ @thiccfullsun​  

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ jaemin is finally not an asshole. everybody say congrats jaemin.

THE WALK OF SHAME.

The distance from Lee Jeno’s apartment to yours was approximately 0.6 miles. If you walked fast enough, it would take you around ten minutes to get back home. Meaning, that was ten minutes spent doing the Walk of Shame at nearly three in the morning.

Of course, the whole point of being an e-girl was to keep up an unattainable internet persona. You wanted to be a star, and what better way than to weaponize your good looks? Your entire brand was posting revealing pictures of yourself on Instagram and Twitter, maintaining a “gamer girl” image. Sort of like Belle Delphine, but you hadn’t stooped low enough to start selling your bathwater to strangers on the internet. You were a lone flower on the edge of a cliff—so high up that no one could reach for your stem.

Except Jeno, apparently, after you caved and met him in person tonight.

You and Jeno followed each other on Twitter a few months ago. Despite attending the same college, you two hadn’t ever met in person before. He was a popular YouTuber, so there had been rumors flying around about his sudden interactions with you. Your influencer friends were trying to grill you for more information, but you sincerely had no idea where Jeno’s sudden interest in you came from. After you posted a picture of you in pink lace lingerie complete with Hello Kitty clips and pigtails, Jeno had finally slid into your DMs.

jeno: i’d rather spend the night with you

(In response to the caption on your post: spend the day with me?)

As one would expect, things escalated from there. Jeno was hot, you were horny, and he conveniently lived 0.6 miles away from you.

In short, you got good dick. Jeno started with one hand wrapped around your neck and the other snaking its way between your legs. You were satisfied, especially because the streamer didn’t try to dap you up after railing you on his gaming chair, the wall, and then his bed. You two made some small talk afterward, and then you headed home. Prince Charming could not be fucked to give you a generous ride back to your apartment.

You pulled out your phone to look at your face in the camera app. As expected, you were a mess, but you touched up your lipstick and blush with the few makeup products you stuffed in your purse. Then, you called your best friend, Lee Donghyuck, who had been flooding your friend group’s group chat with messages for the past hour.

“Dude,” you started as soon as he picked up. Donghyuck was in the middle of taking his headphones off to put his AirPods in, running a hand through his tousled hair. “Jeno walked me to the door and made me walk home by myself.”

“No fucking way.” Donghyuck laughed. “That’s what you get for hooking up with a guy who plays Val.”

Ah, yes. Featured on Jeno’s YouTube: streams of Valorant, League of Legends, and Overwatch. There were the occasional indie games he was requested to play, too. The only one you semi-watched and commented on was Little Nightmares.

“The dick was incredible,” you told your best friend, “but he’s not cuffing material.”

“Not like you care about cuffing anyone.”

“Yes, I do!” you objected. “I’m boyfriend-hunting, Hyuck. Think about how much attention I’d get if I started dating a hotshot influencer.”

“You should date Mark Lee, then. Everyone’s thirsting over those e-boy TikTokers now. Or maybe Liu YangYang. Heard his body count’s high as fuck.”

You rolled your eyes. “His body count’s high because no one goes back a second time. Plus, I think YangYang’s finally in the talking stage with someone.”

“Good for him.” Donghyuck yawned. “Anyway, I’m going to bed soon since I finished editing my Maldives vlog. I’m still pissed you didn’t come with us.”

You rolled your eyes. Donghyuck, Yoo Jimin, Choi Beomgyu, and Uchinaga Aeri had been giving you shit for backing out on the trip the five of you had been discussing for a few months. There were just too many things going on in your life at the time, so you told them you wouldn’t be able to make it before tickets were purchased. Of course, your absence made several of your followers question if your friend group had a falling out, but you all decided not to address pointless rumors.

“I’ll come along next time when I’m not broke,” you assured. “I’m at my apartment now, so I’ll talk to you later. Bye-bye, Hyuck.”

Donghyuck threw up a peace sign before hanging up. You tucked your phone in your back pocket as you tried to fish out your key card from your purse.

However, there was a problem: it was missing.

“Fuck,” you muttered to yourself, sitting down at one of the benches outside to dig through your purse. You swore you hadn’t taken it out, so it definitely wasn’t at Jeno’s place. The only possible explanation was that you dropped it on the way or left it inside your apartment.

Screw these auto-locking doors.

You were royally screwed.

Fast-forward to twenty minutes later. You were still sitting at the same bench. This time, your head was in your hands and you were shivering like a chihuahua. It was dark, save for the flickering streetlight above you. You had even resorted to texting Jeno, asking him if you could go back to his place and spend the night. It was downright embarrassing, but it was your last resort. Jeno, however, seemed to have been asleep due to his lack of response.

A guardian angel was sent your way, though, in the form of a cute but tired-looking college student with a bag of groceries in hand. Kind eyes, but he looked far too exhausted to smile genuinely.

“Do you need to be let in?” the boy asked, gesturing toward the apartment entrance. He had his key card in hand, and you nearly jumped to your feet.

“Uh, yeah, but…” you trailed off. Even if you accepted his offer, you wouldn’t be able to get into your own room.

He handed you his brown Essentials hoodie he had draped around across his shoulders. “Cold?”

You wondered if your shivering or hard nipples gave it away. Surely, it had to be your nipples showing through the skimpy one-piece you had on. You never would have dressed like this if you knew Jeno was going to make you walk home yourself.

“Thanks,” you mumbled, taking the hoodie from him and slipping it on. It fell past your thigh and smelled good—a non-offending mix of pine and detergent. “Uh, but even if you let me in, I can’t get into my room. I lost my key.”

“Oh.”

You folded your arms across your chest. The boy beside you ruffled his fluffy brown hair, and you were wondering why he hadn’t gone inside the building yet. Maybe he was waiting for you to find some other place to go, or maybe he wanted his hoodie back.

“Have you tried asking the RA?” he asked.

“I can only get a card replacement in the morning.”

“Can your roommate open the door?”

“Don’t have one.”

“Got a friend who’ll let you stay at their place?”

“Asleep.”

“Significant other?”

“I’m single and my dick appointment made me walk home alone.”

You didn’t realize how bitter you sounded until you saw the shocked look drawn across the boy’s face. You felt sorry for dumping that on him, but you were getting way too frustrated about your lack of options. You didn’t even have a roommate you could call for help since you opted for a single.

He cleared his throat before shyly offering, “Uh… I guess you could stay at my place for the night, if you want. I can sleep on the couch.”

Your cheeks heated up. You were no stranger to random kindness from men, but perhaps you were just grateful for his proposition since you were running low on options.

“That’d be great,” you said. “Thanks.”

You followed the boy into the apartment building. He introduced himself as Na Jaemin, an animal science major in your same year who was president of a club that raised guide dogs for blind people. It was comforting to hear, so your anxiousness over this stranger luring you in to murder you in cold blood was slowly letting up.

He unlocked the door for you, letting you into his apartment first. You looked around to see a quite ordinary looking living space with a few posters and polaroids hung up on the walls. There was a border collie curled up in a dog bed in the corner of the living room, and Jaemin was being extra careful to make sure he didn’t accidentally wake him up.

He set the plastic bag down, which you found out was dog food that he picked up from a friend. It definitely made a lot more sense than him shopping for groceries at three in the morning.

“You live alone?” you asked for the sake of making small talk.

“My roommate graduated a semester early,” he replied. “I’ve been living on my own, just like you.”

“Doesn’t it get lonely?”

He turned the question back to you, asking, “Do you get lonely?”

You shrugged as you sat down on his couch, sitting stiffly at the edge of the cushion. “When you get so much attention online, you kind of need the privacy.”

“Oh, I see.”

No more questions asked.

Jaemin retreated into his room for a moment before returning with a pillow and blanket in hand. He tossed them beside you on the couch and met your gaze.

“Bed’s ready for you whenever,” he said. “The bathroom’s inside my room, if you need to use the shower or anything. Let me know if you need any clothes to sleep in.”

Your face was heating up like a furnace, but you were glad he couldn’t see how his words were affecting you. You flushed with embarrassment when you noticed Jaemin’s eyes flicker past your neck. He probably thought his gaze went undetected, but you noticed. Suddenly, all you wanted to do was pull his hoodie high enough so that the hood hid the hickies Jeno left across your skin.

“I can just use your hoodie,” you replied. “Thanks.”

Jaemin managed a small, tired smile. You took that as your cue to get out of the living room so that he could pass out in peace. So, you headed into his bedroom and stared at his tidy bed, wondering if he had frantically fixed his sheets for you.

Since you already felt like you had asked for too much, you decided to skip your nightly shower and head straight to bed. It was hard to sleep in a stranger’s bed, though—no matter how pretty he was.

You were used to kindness. It normally came in a package deal with being attractive. Bees flocked to honey; humans flocked to beauty.

This feeling, however, wasn’t something you were used to. Genuine kindness with no ulterior motive was almost foreign, which was upsetting to admit. You weren’t sure how to sort out your feelings, but all you knew was that Jaemin’s eyes had stars in them, and you were tempted to lose yourself in them.

You woke up to an empty house.

Even the dog had abandoned you.

To be fair, you weren’t exactly an early bird. You woke up at around 10:30 a.m. naturally, and then spent an extra thirty minutes trying to muster up the willpower to get out of bed. Of course, you spent that time updating your group chat on your whereabouts.

gigi: 15k isn’t that insane?

gyu: holy shit gyu: you have to do it

karibear: gigi i will literally kill you and then resurrect you to kill you again if you don’t

gigi: check out the deliverables tho gigi: [File Attachment]

hyuck: instagram story highlight? the fuck? hyuck: a tiktok should be enough. more people check tiktok than ig now anyways lol

gigi: right???

karibear: OK BUT FIFTEEN THOUSAND DOLLARS

y/n: just caught up. I think you should do it for the $$ gigi

gigi: GIRL where have u been

gyu: i told you she probably overslept

gigi: BUT I SEE HER LOCATION ON FINDMYFRIENDS gigi: SHE IS NOT HOME

y/n: i may or may not be in a cute guy’s apartment

karibear: shut the fuck up

y/n: stop he’s REALLY cute y/n: dare i say cuter than jeno

hyuck: stfu ur kidding

gyu: well?? did you sleep with him? gyu: give us all the details

y/n: no i couldn’t find my key after coming back from jeno’s and was locked out of my apartment y/n: so this “na jaemin” appears and lets me sleep over at his place for the night  y/n: he took the couch AND let me sleep on his bed y/n: jeno could never

gyu: aww that’s actually rlly sweet

gigi: can’t find him on ig ://

karibear: no social media presence?? karibear: idk if that’s hot or a red flag

hyuck: probably both 💀

y/n: um good thing red’s my favorite color

karibear: omfg karibear: do u actually wanna fuck him karibear: send us a picture of what he looks like

y/n: idk if he’s even interested in me like that y/n: but idk i also want my internet famous trophy boyfriend :( y/n: idk if this guy even has a social media presence  y/n: still a starboy in my heart tho <3

hyuck: keep your eye on the prize bbyg hyuck: fame is fleeting so milk it while you can

You figured Donghyuck had a point. You were an internet celebrity (to some extent), so, in terms of marketing, it would be wise to push the “unattainable” image you cemented. Dating someone equally as unattainable would make you look even more desirable.

However, you were starting to lose all rhyme and reason when you walked out of the bedroom to see a plate of eggs and toast waiting for you on the kitchen counter.

A post-it note was right next to it, reading: I’m out walking the dog. I made you some breakfast if you’re hungry but you don’t have to eat it. Door auto locks so just make sure you close it whenever you leave. Here’s my phone number if you need anything. +82 x-xxxx-xxxx - Jaemin

You decided to update your group chat.

y/n: change of plans y/n: i’m making starboy mine

When Jaemin returned home shortly after you discovered his note, you were sitting on his couch, knees tucked to your chest as you forked down the waffles he made. Before you even looked up to greet him, you heard his dog yapping excitedly, hurrying over to sniff you.

“Oh, you’re still here.” He looked genuinely surprised, though he didn’t object. “Did you sleep well?”

“Yeah, really well,” you admitted. Curious, you tilted your head and let your lips curl into a knowing smile. “Are you high?”

Jaemin stiffened up. “Uh, a little. Is it that obvious?”

“I just noticed your eyes look sort of dazed.”

You hadn’t expected it, but he almost sounded embarrassed to be caught. “I’m not like a… a full-on stoner or anything.”

“Hey, no judgment,” you replied, holding up your hands in surrender. “I was just gonna ask if I could get high with you, too.”

After visibly relaxing, a more confident grin dawned on Jaemin’s face as he handed you his pen. You couldn’t help but feel smug as you accepted it gingerly.

About a couple hours later, you and Jaemin were blazed out of your minds. He had offered you an edible shortly after you took a hit from his pen, and it kicked in an hour later for you and Jaemin. There were no words exchanged for a while, but then you two started to converse, although you couldn’t trust that anything you were saying made sense.

You weren’t big on flirting. It was a skill you only put to use when absolutely needed, and this was one of those instances. You figured this was the perfect opportunity to get close to Jaemin. Even though you could tell he was a really, really great guy, and you didn’t want to rush things with Jaemin, there were a few factors that were making you throw your morals to the wind.

For one, you were high and getting incredibly horny.

The other factor was that Jaemin was the hottest man you had ever seen (and you had encountered a lot of attractive men).

“So,” he started, “you’re, like, an internet celebrity? Like a TikToker?”

“I started on Twitter,” you explained, “but, yeah, I’m famous on TikTok, too. But there’s a good chance you’ve never heard of me.”

“Really? Why?”

“I’m known for more, uh”—you let out a nervous giggle—“risqué stuff, if you wanna see.” When he nodded eagerly, you took out your phone and opened Twitter to show Jaemin your account. Right off the bat, there was a mirror selfie of you in lingerie and cat ears. Because you were feeling bold, you added, “And the guy who made me walk home alone? He’s a famous YouTuber named Jeno.”

Something seemed to click for Jaemin when you mentioned Jeno’s name because it was the only thing that snapped him out of whatever trance he was in. He had been looking at the photo of you so intently that you were wondering if he was checking you out or spacing out.

“I think I’ve watched some of his gaming videos,” he said before handing your phone back to you. “He just… kicked you out?”

“Pretty much. At least he made me cum once.”

“Just once?”

You held your breath for a moment. With those two words, Jaemin made the atmosphere all the more tense, and you felt like you two were suspended in time. Although you weren’t sure if he said that to challenge Jeno or not, there was still a strange implication in his words. It left you wondering if Jaemin could treat you better.

“Yeah,” you replied in a quieter voice. “Just once. With my help, too.”

“That’s fucked.” Jaemin reached for his pen to take a long, slow drag. He held it in his lungs for a moment before he parted his lips to blow the smoke out. “And you dressed up so pretty for him.”

Either Jaemin was a secret dark horse when it came to smooth talking or the weed was making him horny, too. Whatever it was, his comments made your cheeks burn.

“I bet he’d be pissed if he found out I ended up in your bed after.”

The animal science major flushed at your words, growing even more shy when you giggled at his reaction. “I mean, I guess so, but we didn’t, like… I mean, we—”

“I was kidding,” you assured. “Don’t worry. I wouldn’t say that unless something actually happened.”

Jaemin nodded quietly, falling back into silence for a while. You were worried that you had made the conversation awkward, so you sunk back against the couch and willed yourself to come down from your high. Maybe the weed was a bad idea. Maybe you were just getting ahead of—

“So, you wouldn’t be opposed if something were to happen?”

The question took you off-guard, and you had to process Jaemin’s words for a few moments before you sat up to look at him. There was no shame or shyness drawn across his face this time. Just pure curiosity. (And perhaps a hint of longing which was most likely brought on by the weed.)

You shook your head with a hum. “No, I wouldn’t be opposed.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I think you’re cute. You seem really sweet, too, like letting me sleep over and making me breakfast.”

Jaemin smiled brightly, beaming ear to ear before he ducked his head shyly. You were surprised that he was so sheepish given his godsent looks. He had to have heard these compliments about a million times now. There was no way you were the first person to recognize his looks.

“I’m not good at this,” he admitted.

“Good at what?”

“Um, hitting on girls,” Jaemin said. His hand flew to rub the back of his neck as he added, “Cute girls.” After another beat, he let his head hang and then let out a groan. “Sorry, I don’t have a filter when I’m high.”

“Jaemin,” you cooed, scooting close enough so that your knees were touching. You placed your hand on his thigh, which made him finally look you in the eyes. “I’m pretty bad at flirting, too, so I hope this is working.”

The corner of his lip hitched up, amused. “Yeah,” Jaemin murmured, his eyes unfocusing as he leaned in close, “it’s definitely working.”

Your nose brushed against his experimentally before Jaemin pressed his lips to yours. It was gentle and innocent, but then Jaemin turned his body to face yours, and his hands started roaming your body. Your waist, your back, your hips—not an inch was neglected while he felt you up. You let slip a hum of delight, and that encouraged Jaemin to slip his tongue past your lips.

He didn’t use too much tongue, which you appreciated. There was something too sloppy about guys who used too much tongue, but Jaemin had an excellent balance between precise and hasty. And he did this thing where he would pause to suck on your tongue and then your bottom lip, which you really appreciated.

You let a whine slip, and Jaemin gripped your waist tighter. You figured he wanted you on his lap, so you threw one leg over his thigh and straddled him. It was like you were in a trance with how receptive you were, and you only wanted more when Jaemin pulled away to kiss down your neck. After minutes of nipping, sucking, and relishing your whimpers, he was satisfied with the bruises littered across your skin.

Jaemin seemed frustrated by how big his hoodie was on you, so he tugged at it until you pulled it up and over your head. After discarding it to the side, his lips found yours immediately after. The pads of his fingers slipped past the hem of your shirt to dig into your skin, pulling you flush against his body.

You were sure you could kiss him for hours, but your attention was slipping away when you felt his boner underneath you. The very least you could do was offer to help him out.

You pulled away to catch your breath, and your voice was no louder than a breath when you offered, “Let me suck you off.”

Jaemin blushed a little, and you bit back a smile because how could someone be so forward and cute? He was not innocent in the slightest, but he somehow got flustered so easily.

His voice came out strangled when he said, “Please.”

You carefully peeled off Jaemin’s shirt, admiring his muscles as you revealed his bare skin. He had to work out regularly to get a build this good, but you didn’t expect him to be this ripped. It was almost second nature when you started kissing down his chest, smiling when you heard his happy sigh.

When your kisses reached his stomach, you started tugging at the band of his sweatpants. Jaemin carded his fingers through your hair to keep you where he wanted to, and you were pretty sure all his blood was rushing to his cock with how much bigger he got. You tugged his sweatpants down to his knees and kissed up his strong thigh, looking up at him through your lashes. You wanted Jaemin to know just how drunk you were on his body.

Jaemin helped you tug down his boxers, too, and you swallowed hard when you saw how huge he was. His cock sprung up, and you were almost worried that you wouldn’t be able to take all of him in. While you were tying up your hair, Jaemin gave his shaft a few pumps, rubbing his thumb across the precum that beaded his slit.

A few strands of your hair got in your face, so Jaemin brushed them back and held your hair in his fist, undoing your ponytail so that he could tie back your hair properly. He looked down at you expectantly, cradling your jaw while you were mentally preparing yourself to take him. You flattened your tongue and ran it along the side of his cock, licking right where his vein was. Jaemin let out a groan almost instantly, and you looked up to see his eyes burning molten hot with desire.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he growled, gripping the back of your head.

His cock was throbbing, aching for you to take more of him in. So you slid your tongue over his head before hollowing your cheeks to suck him in. Jaemin gritted his teeth and tilted his head back, muttering some profanity that only encouraged you further.

You went slow at first, drawing out each bob of your head so that you got used to his size. You couldn’t go all the way down on him without his head hitting the back of your throat, making you gag a little before you started to properly take him down your throat. Jaemin started thrusting his hips into your mouth, urging you to go faster. You weren’t sure if that meant he was going to cum soon, but you sped up regardless.

“Fuck,” Jaemin rasped out, watching you with absolute admiration in his blown-out eyes, “I’m gonna cum.”

His grip on your hair loosened, as if he was ready to let you pull off of him, but you looked up at him with a mischievous glint in your eyes while you sucked harder. You wanted him to cum in your mouth, and he seemed to get the message because his moan was cut off by his orgasm.

You continued to suck on his cock while he came, swallowing without hesitation. Jaemin thrusted shallowly inside your mouth, his husky moans making you pull off him to lick a long stripe down his length.

The two of you just stared at each other for a moment, catching your breaths and watching each other’s chest rise and fall. Then, Jaemin leaned in to cup your cheek and kiss you once more. He didn’t even care that he was tasting himself on your lips, but he just needed more of you.

“Let me return the favor,” he said once he pulled away. Before you could respond, Jaemin scooped you up in his strong arms. You held onto his biceps, gasping when he held your bottom firmly. “I promise I’ll make you feel really good.”

Jaemin set you on the cool granite surface of the kitchen counter, and you were glad that he kept the place clean. You would have felt gross if it was any other man, like Jeno’s grimey kitchen counter littered with dirty dishes, but you were too wrapped up in your own lust to care about moving to Jaemin’s bed.

Being high made you so sensitive that every touch from Jaemin left you trembling. As he undressed you, you couldn’t help but shudder and gasp whenever his fingers brushed over a sensitive area. He seemed to take notice, which you observed by his small smirk. As soon as Jaemin got rid of your garments, leaving you naked, he sucked in a sharp breath.

“Gorgeous,” he praised, leaning forward to take your nipple in his mouth. He sucked on the supple skin eagerly, making you moan and grab at his shoulder.

You let out a gasp when Jaemin grabbed your other breast in his hand, squeezing firmly and running his thumb along the nipple. After he decided he showed your chest enough attention, Jaemin started kissing down your stomach until he reached the apex of your thighs. He trailed kisses along your pelvis, peppering more along the top of your thighs, and you used your elbows to balance your weight on the counter. You were surely going to collapse if he kept going.

“Jaem,” you whined, “don’t tease.”

He smirked as he parted your legs even further, humming inquisitively at the sight of your soaked cunt. He lifted both of your legs and settled them on each of his shoulders, and you sucked in a sharp breath to prepare yourself.

Jaemin dipped his head and ran his flattened tongue along your folds, and god, you were floating high up in the clouds.

After some strokes of his tongue, Jaemin stiffened his tongue to lick deeper, parting your slit so that he could ravage your cunt. You couldn’t do anything but cry out his name, begging for more and more. Your engorged clit was soon aching for attention, and you became a complete mess as soon as Jaemin’s lips found your little ball of nerves.

Soon, Jaemin was holding your hips down as he ate you out like a man starved. You had never experienced pleasure so intense, and you were finding it hard to believe that the meek boy you met last night was this bold. Your fingers were tangled in his hair, pulling him impossibly closer even though his face was practically wet with your arousal.

“I-I’m close,” you breathed out, and your hips were struggling to grind down to meet Jaemin’s tongue. You wanted more—no, you needed more.

“I know,” he whispered against your thigh, and before you could beg, he snaked his tongue in your entrance, allowing your walls to clench and unclench around his hot muscle.

He used his fingers to rub your clit in small, tight circles, all the while eating you out so vigorously that you couldn’t even think about anything except Jaemin. How good he made you feel. How lucky you were to be under him.

You were drowning soon after—drowning in utmost bliss. A toe-curling orgasm shook your body, leaving your back arching against the kitchen counter. You couldn’t even process how loud your moan was until Jaemin was shushing you gently, abusing your clit throughout your orgasm while his other hand was clamped over your mouth.

“Shh,” he cooed, almost mocking you. “The walls are thin, doll.”

You nodded, looking up at him with glazed-over eyes. You just needed to focus on anything to keep you at bay, to keep you from being pulled under the current of your climax.

“Gonna carry you to the bed, okay?” he told you, and you nodded without a second thought, letting him princess carry you to his bedroom.

As soon as he laid you down gently, Jaemin leveled his cock at your entrance, running his head along the folds of your cunt. You were already exhausted from your previous orgasm, but you were still eager to feel Jaemin inside of you.

“I’ll go slow,” he assured, teasing the tip of his cock inside you so gently that you were about to fall apart. You had no more than an inch inside of you, and your walls were already clenching hard around him.

Your eyes rolled back when he pushed deeper inside you, and then soon he was bottoming out, and you could feel his thighs pressed against yours. The cry that left your lips and the groan that escaped his nearly sounded like a melody in your eyes. Each wave of pleasure made you feel like you were traveling light years past several galaxies. Stars pinpricked your vision, but you could make out Jaemin’s face among the collisions of supernovas.  

“I can’t,” you whimpered, unable to form proper, coherent sentences. “Fast—go faster.”

Something primal glinted in Jaemin’s dark eyes, and started ramming into you while holding your hips tight. His head dipped to ravage your neck, kissing and sucking as he pleased while his cock hit that perfect spot that made you see white spots in your vision. You felt a ripple of pleasure shoot under your skin.

And something else must have snapped in Jaemin because he started spewing absolute filth in your ears, and lord, was it making you lose your mind.

“I’m the best you’ve had, aren’t I?” he asked with brimming confidence, opting for sharp and precise thrusts.

You half-nodded, your cheek pressing against the pillow as your nails raked down Jaemin’s back. But Jaemin didn’t appreciate your lack of words.

“Come on, Y/N,” he pressed, “say it.” He pressed his lips to your ear and nibbled on the shell. You squirmed when you felt his hot breath fan your neck. “C’mon, I haven’t fucked you dumb already, right?”

You managed to cry out, “Y-yes, Jaemin! I’ve… I’ve never felt this good.”

He cupped your cheek and rubbed gently with his thumb, smiling down at you so kindly that it felt condescending. “Yeah? You gonna cum for me, then?”

You felt those ripples of pleasure intensify, and soon they were rising to a crescendo. You felt like you were being split apart on Jaemin’s cock, and it didn’t help that he refused to slow down before you orgasmed. You bucked your hips against him, eager to chase the pleasure that was just in your reach.

And, after Jaemin pressed his lips against yours, all of the stars in the night sky collided and exploded into nothingness.

You felt your orgasm tear through you, immobilizing you with blinding pleasure. You gasped and gripped the sheets tightly, praying that you could hold on for dear life. Jaemin slowly fucked you through your orgasm, your clenching walls bringing him to pull out of you and let his cum spill onto your stomach.

Jaemin let out a shaky sigh of contentment, and he quickly returned to your side without giving himself time to recover. Instead of basking in post orgasm glow, Jaemin aided your ongoing climax by rubbing your clit in slow, torturous circles.

“I got you,” he crooned, pressing gentle kisses to your cheeks. “I got you, doll.”

You were a whimpering, moaning mess underneath him, and you couldn’t think of anything but Jaemin as you writhed. After a few more aftershocks of pleasure (all thanks to Jaemin, of course), you finally started returning to your senses. It was possible that Jaemin had actually fucked you dumb.

He hurried to his feet to clean you up. It was a stark contrast from how he acted in bed, but your heart melted when he made sure you got enough water before he tucked you in bed. No guy had ever taken his time with aftercare for you, so you were starting to feel like being kicked out of Jeno’s apartment was a stroke of luck.

Later, he moved to lay down next to you, kissing the top of your head as he slid in. You wrapped your arm around him and you two were eventually a mess of tangled limbs.

“Can I stay?” you asked, somewhat nervous that he would ask you to leave soon.

“Of course,” he replied, easing your nerves with a gentle smile, “you can stay for as long as you want.” You cuddled close to him, burying your face into his chest, and then you heard him ask, “How do you feel?”

You smiled. “Like a star.”

[tyxoxo]

renjun would definitely be the soft and slow one or maybe he'd also bite your thighs a bit

jeno is 100% either a bit rough or hes just eager but also takes his time

haechan is the tease, won't give you what you want right away and then just goes at it

jaemin is a mix of all of them honestly, probably very gentle and works you up

i HAD to type up jaemin’s first bcuz LISTEN,,,he would totally be a mix of all of them. but i also couldn’t help but think of how many times he would smile against your pussy, not only cuz he’s having so much fun but because he does it out of habit. he would even have to stop himself from chuckling/smirking against your lips because that would instantly give him away…LAWDD

and with renjun, he’s definitely the “plant kisses on your clit constantly”, i just get those vibes. he would just luv to suckle on your sensitive nub, tongue flicking out just to feel it twitch against his own wet muscle. the soft, cutesy type 😵‍💫

haechan, this boy…definitely a planner. would’ve already mapped out his strategy in his head the moment you all agreed to do it. can’t w a i t to edge you, and pause once he feels/hears you getting close. might even make you cry because he waits until your clit is throbbing to finally let you cum.

jeno surpasses them all in the noise department. he’s definitely all or nothing, and goes crazy the second his mouth latches onto you. the loudest and most filthiest slurping, sucking, and SPITTING noises. like, jeno might actually be the loser in the game and get named correctly first try because of his habit of propelling his own saliva onto your pussy, after all it’s his staple. but that’s okay, at least he got a power trip from showing everyone just how filthy he can be.

[luvyeni]

can i req ceo jeno and colleague/intern/secretary smut?

CUTE LITTLE INTERN; LEE JENO

pairings. ceo!jeno x intern!reader

wc. 1.1k+

warnings. oral (f. reciving) , fingering , inexperience reader, innocence kink , unprotected sex , dirty talk , a little degradation, breeding kink , size kink (its a jeno fic) , sir kink

i hope you like it <3 !

jeno is obsessed with his new intern...

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"there he goes again." the other intern made googly eyes jeno as he past the break room , his team following behind him , he stopped in front of door to talk to another employee. "he's so fine." your eyes followed him , he did look good , black suit that fit his waistline perfectly — his chest slightly poking out , the arms fitting snugg around his buff arms , lee jeno 23 years old , ceo of his own fashion company, your boss.

"he is cute." you said , she turned to you. "he's more than cute , the things i would do to him if i could just hav- okay that's enough." you grimaced , not wanting her to go into gross details , about her sexual fantasies about your boss.

"he's our boss." she shrugged. "so what , you haven't thought about him in that way at all?" truth be told , you never really had those thoughts about anyone. you weren't really that experienced in the sexual aspects , your first time was when you were in college, and it lasted for 3 minutes , and you weren't even attracted to the guy really — you didn't even get to finish. "wow , you really are as innocent as everyone says." she said.

"shut up , let's get back to work." you threw your trash into the garbage , exiting the break room , walking past the group of people , including jeno, greating them all , before shuffling off to your cubicles , only to be stopped. "hey you." his voice was deep. "m..me?" he nodded , making his way over to you , his body towering over yours. "ye..yes sir?" your soft , barely a whisper , made him smirk , lifting his eyebrow up in amusement , you were cute.

"what's your name." you managed to get your name out without stuttering , looking down at the floor. "how long have you been working here?" he said. "only two weeks." you smiled to yourself. "of course , i'd remember if you'd been here a long time , a face as pretty as yours." he lifted your chin up , looking him directly in the eye. "th..thank you sir." he let your chin go , smiling. "keep up the good work , maybe next time we meet , you'll look me in the eyes , yours are so pretty , i would like to see them." he walked away , leaving you a flustered mess.

"girl." your coworker practically dragged you back to your cubicles. "what the hell was that." you shrugged. "i'm just as confused as you are." she scoffed. "i'm so jealous , i've been here for 2 years , and the only thing i've gotten was a measly goodmorning , and there's coffee on your shirt." you laughed. "he's into you." it was your turn to scoff. "please , he could quite literally have any supermodel he wants." she slapped your arm.

"don't do that to yourself , you are just as cute as any supermodel , and he doesn't seem to want them , he seems to wants you." you looked over at his door he was already looking at you, he smirked , sending you a wink , before making his way into his office. "see , i know he does." you looked back at your computer , smiling to yourself.

the next few weeks were like this , he'd come out of his office , sometimes catching you in the breakroom , sometimes coming over to your cubicle , just to flirt with you , seeing you get so flustered , chuckling at how cute and shy you were , before going on with his day , leaving your heart about to burst from the sudden attacks.

jeno didn't understand his new obsession with you , maybe it was how you'd shy away whenever he'd close to you , or how you could barely keep your eyes on him when he'd stare at you , he didn't know — you were just so fucking adorable. like now , he could see you from his office, laughing with the other interns , you must be back from your lunch , making your way past his office , he stood up , opening his door.

"＿?" you stopped turning around , facing him. "ye..yes sir." he liked the way that sounded coming out of your mouth. "could you stay after a little longer , i need your help with a upcoming project." you were shocked. "m..me? sir i don't think im capab- nonsense i've seen your work in college , plus this new line is more your style , i would love to have your opinion on it." he spoke , taking notice when you bit your bottom lip. "so will you do it?" you nodded. "o..okay , i'll see you later." he smiled. "good girl."

you waited , nervously looking at the clock , time felt like it was going by slowly. soon , people began to pack their things up , leaving for the evening. "i'll be going , have a good night." your coworker , you waved as she left , leaving you and jeno on the floor. you grabbed your things , making your way to his office , knocking on the door. "come in." you shakily opened the door , where he was sitting , his tie hanging off his shirt , his sleeves rolled up , revealing his toned arms. "there you are." he smiled , "come sit." he stood up , walking over to the mini bar. "would you like something to drink?" you shook your head , sitting down. "im okay , i can't really handle my alcohol." he poured himself a glass of whiskey. "of course you can't." he said.

"here are the pieces i wan talking about." he placed three folders in front of you. "take a look." he stood behind you , hands on the back of your chair. you opened the folders looking through all the photos. "so what do you think?" you closed the last folder , before speaking. "these are all amazing , but they aren't really my style so i don't think my opinion really should matter." you spoke , hoping he wouldn't take a offence.

"i know they aren't , but this is the only way i could get you alone , without people thinking or hearing something." his voice was much deeper. "wh..what do you mean?" he smiled , his hand coming up to your chin , like when you first met , lifting it up to make eyes contact. "such a cute baby but so so oblivious , i think i've made it obvious that i want you." he caressed your cheek. "haven't i?" your face was hot. "ha..have you?" his laugh was low and attractive.

"i have baby , maybe i should've been more up front." he bent down , kissing your lips. his kiss was hot , and it made your body tingle. he pulled away , chuckling when you chased his lips. "so cute." he whispered. "you want another?" you nodded. "what will you do for me, if i give you another kiss." he watched the gears turn in your head , eyes slowly glazing over. "i'm sure we can figure something out, right?" you nodded , "ye..yes." he pulled you into another kiss , this one more lustfilled than the last , you whimpered into the kiss , he pulled away , running his thumb along your bottom lip. "making such pretty noises for me already baby."

your thighs involuntarily clenched together arousal filling your abdomen , panties dampening — taking notice , he smirked , stepping back. "how about you get on the table , let me reward you for being such a good girl , staying back here with me tonight." the way he looked at you , made you want to do anything he said— standing up , he sat down in the seat you were sitting in , ushering you to sit down on the desk , your legs open just enough he could see your pink panties. "i..i've never done anything like this." he smiled , his cock twitching in his slacks. "really?"

"i've only had sex once , but..." you trailed off as his hands inched up your skirt , coming close to your panties. "but what princess?" you tried to find the words. "he didn't you know." you pointed. "he didn't go down on you?" you shyly nodded. "what an asshole." he scoffed , pulling your panties down your leg , you leaned back his face coming into view of your pussy , thighs glistening from your essence , his mouth watered. "damn , he didn't know what he was missing." he kissed your thighs , leaving little marks. "s..sir , please." the way you whimpered , made him want to forget all this foreplay and skip straight to ruining your pussy , but you were laying so prettily for him , and you've never gotten head before , and he wanted to make sure you were satisfied when he was done with you.

he kissed your clit , giving it a little lick. "o..oh." the unfamiliar sensation had you moaning. "th..that feels really nice." he smirked against your heat , before making a long stripe along your cunt. "si..sir." you moaned out , "you taste good." he groaned , collecting spit in mouth , spitting on your pussy , before diving right back in eating you like a starved man , licking messily at your cunt , the noises filling the room.

"s..sir , i..im gonna- oh my!" you tugged at his already messy hair , moaning. he hummed against , your cunt , almost like he was giving you permission to cum , you leaned your head back , your legs wrapping around his head tightly as you came , greatful that no one was on the floor , because the moan you let out was loud and pornographic.

he came up for air , breathing hard , as his hand came up to your clit , rubbing it harshly. "fu..fuck!" you cursed. "oh such bad language." one of his fingers pushed at your entrance. "i guess you aren't my good girl." you whimpered. "i..i a.am , i'm sorry." he smirked , slowly thrusting his fingers in and out of your hole. "you're sorry?" you nodded , he added another finger , speeding up. "then cum for me again , cum on my fingers." you felt your second orgasm approaching , clenching tightly. "that's it be a good girl and cum." he reached up , squeezing your boobs , "jeno!" you screamed , cumming on his fingers , he pulled out your pussy, his fingers sticky with your orgasm , bringing them to your lips. "open baby." you obeyed , letting his fingers sit on your tongue.

he pulled his fingers out , quickly unbutton his shirt , his abs on full display. "you like them baby." you nodded , he smirked , pulling down his pants , he was big , you could tell just by his bulge in his underwear. "jeno , i don't think it will fit , your too big." the thought of your pussy struggling to take his cock , brought out something in him. "baby , we'll make it fit." he pulled down his pants , his cock slapping against his stomach , hard and ready for you.

"you ready baby?" you nodded , biting your lip as he grabbed the base of his cock, lining it with your entrance , he slowly pushed into you , rubbing your clit as he stretched you out. "fu..fuck baby , you're so tight , barely letting me in." he groaned. "j..jeno , so..so big." he smirked. "your pussy is so tiny baby." you moaned , as he fully pushed himself inside you , stopping. "good job baby , you took all of me." he unbuttoned your shirt , pulling your bra down , tits spilling out.

"si..sir please move." you whined , desperately wanting to cum again. "sh..shit , keep calling me sir and im gonna ruin your little pussy -fuck- i swear." he grunted , moving slowly , too slow. "pl..please sir , faster , i can take it." you mewled. "fuck , you asked for it." he pulled all the way out , slamming back into you. "fuck!" you screamed as he began to roughly fuck you. "je..jeno!"

he groaned , you felt like heaven , the way your cunt tightened around him , tits moving from the impact. "sh..shit , look at that , your fucking tummy is bulging , your pussy can barely take me." you tried to grab at anything , his thighs snapped against yours ass. "you're drooling baby , did i fuck you dumb already baby." he pulled out , you whined at the loss. "n..no please." he smirked. "don't worry baby." he flipped your body over , your tits smashed against the desk. "your pussy is too good. " he pushed back into you , all his gentleness flew out the window , the only thing on his mind was to ruin you.

he was hitting a new angle , grabbing one of your arms , pulling it behind your back fucking you. "je..jeni fuck." he groaned , "this pussy is like magic baby, fuck i don't even want to pull out." you clenched around at that. "i felt you clentch , is that what you want , want me to cum inside you, fill you up with my kids , have everyone here know that i fucked you. " you were a moaned screaming mess. "pl..please." you felt yourself about to cum for the third time.

"sh..shit you're nasty baby , where'd my cute shy baby go , all i see is a whore ready to be bred by her boss." he also felt himself about to cum. "don't worry baby , i'll fill you up with my cum , but you gotta cum for me , cum for me one more time." your eyes rolled to the back of your head , screaming as you came , a white ring forming around his cock. "th..thats it- shit baby , im gonna cum , m'gonna fill you up , ngh fuck! " you felt his cum painting your walls , filling you the brim. "that's it , take my cum." he thrusted a few times , before he pulled out , your body laid out on the desk , cum leaking out of your abused cunt.

"look at you." he collected the cum from your thigh , pushing it back inside you , you whimpered in overstimulation. "all fucked dumb just for me." he pulled your panties up your leg. "keep it in for me , be a good girl." he helped you get dress , pulling his pants back up , kissing your lips. "what's your favorite restaurant?" you cocked your head to the side. "i don't know, why?" you said.

"pick one , i don't care how expensive , i'm taking you out on a date."

©️LUVYENI

[forevamark]

looking for attention (l.jn)

It’s finally here! 

After many hours of not being able to stop adding and deleting parts of this fic, I decided on a final version! I hope it was thoroughly worth the wait!

Pairing: Jeno ft the ‘00 line dreamies x fem! reader insert

Tags: gamer idol au, secret girlfriend reader, slice of life, needy reader, jeno is a nerdy possessive hard head,  substantial amount of plot leading up to the nasty,  dialogue heavy, lowkey the ‘00 line wants you so bad, jeno knows everyone wants you so bad, y’all can look but not touch vibes, camera voyeurism, 

Intended for 18+ readers, minors do not interact.

Warnings: cursing/swearing, teasing, voyeurism, exhibitionism, oral male receiving, masturbation, phone sex, masturbation in public, unprotected sex (wrap it up ya’ll!), breeding kink, mentions of potential five way, multiple partners (not directly), possessive domination, spit kink, thigh riding, spanking, slight choking, degradation, reader is a simpy subby sub sub, dumbification/bimbo kink, mentions of referring to reader as ‘pet’/’kitten’, ‘slut’ etc.

Word Count: ~7.95k words

Summary: Between Jeno being an idol and you being a current nursing school student, it’s hard to find time to be there for each other and actually feel like you two are dating. So when Jeno makes time to spend a whole day with you but actually spends the whole time playing with the boys online instead of helping you study for your exam, you decide it’s time to play some games of your own.

any and all feedback is appreciated! Not fully proofread sorry!

“Are you kidding me? Hyuck open your fucking eyes!” Jeno screamed at his screen while throwing his hands in the air, “I’m tired of us not moving on because of you!”

It’s been three hours since you have arrived at Jeno’s apartment. You’ve been insisting on spending more quality time with him and he finally promised to put more effort in by agreeing to spend the day with you.

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Maybe you should have seen it coming when Jeno insisted on you bringing your class materials for your upcoming exam, promising that he will help you study. When he opened the door you were expected to be bombarded with warm hugs and maybe even some cuddles and suggestions to bake cookies. Would it be so presumptuous to even be looking forward to savagely ravished in some long awaited sexy time? The thought of having uninterrupted alone time with Jeno bounced around your mind as you anticipatingly waited for him to answer the door.

However much to your chagrin, you were begrudgingly and briefly greeted with a breathy irritated Jeno that barely made eye contact before running back to the room shouting, “I swear I’m here! I’m here! Just had to open the door for y/n! I’m back! I’m back!” leaving you confused and rooted to the welcome mat of his front door.

Sighing, you slowly removed your shoes and moved towards his kitchen to grab some water and place your belongings on his table. Making your way to Jeno’s room, the volume of his excited shouting elevated and as you rounded the corner you saw him slouched over staring at the screen with intent eyes and hands frantically moving. 

“Hey babe,” you knock while leaning against his desk, his eyes not meeting yours once again. 

“Just go towards the back Jaem that way they won’t see you,” he called out adjusting his mic. 

“Babe,” you raised your voice.

“No Hyuck, stay there, we need you later,” he replied while checking his second monitor briefly then shooting you a quick smile before clicking repeatedly, “hey babe sorry I’ll be done with this game soon, one sec.”

“Will you really be done soon? It’s fine if it won't just let me know so I’m not just waiting around.” 

“Yeah, yeah swear,” he nodded while playing.

You made your way back to the table in the living room and placed all your textbooks down and opened up your laptop to finish a lecture that you needed to finish taking notes on.

Fifteen minutes passed and your feet were tucked under your body in the seat and highlighters were scattered around. As you cracked your knuckles closing the lecture video tab, Jeno walked out of his room shirtless, sporting a pair of gray sweatpants and his gaming headset on, making his way to the fridge. 

Jeno was a dream. Only he could look so insanely attractive while having the personality of the biggest nerd you’ve ever encountered. When you two first met, he was just a baby face with the biggest mop of hair that was always cautious with his actions. He was the most respectful gentleman at the ripe age of 14, showing up to your front doorstep, stumbling over his words to your dad with a grandiose bouquet of roses asking for permission to officially court you. Yes, court you. Your parents loved Jeno; over time he proved his loyalty, respect, and care that he would have towards you. When he joined the company to pursue his dreams of being an idol, there wasn’t a night that he would miss sending you goodnight voice memos filled with words of affirmations or order the very same set of flowers to your doorstep on every month-anniversary. He was a hopeless romantic sweetheart, a cutie with a heart of chivalry. 

But of course your parents had no idea to what your relationship was like when you two were alone, from losing your virginity with Jeno after your highschool prom, or him sending you breathy lewd videos of himself in response to photos you would send him in the middle of his busy training days before concerts and comebacks. You and Jeno were always willing to put in the time for one another, that is until as of lately…

“Let’s fucking go!” he hollered while rummaging through the shelves to find a carton of banana milk and drinking it, “can’t believe we made it out of there, Hyuck fucking sucks at stealth missions, so it must have been a miracle for them to not see him,” he laughs while heading towards you. 

Jeno flicked his hair to the side and tucked a hand into his pocket making his arms slightly flex, effortlessly gorgeous as always. Long gone were his familiar long black locks that seemed to always fall right over his eyebrows from his childhood days. Jeno’s grown into his face for sure; his hair no longer midnight but reminiscent of it, that deep midnight blue with buzzed sides, cheeks high and chin angular. But no matter how much he’s changed, that precious eye smile will forever remain.

Straightening your back you leaned forward awaiting him to finally sit with you, lips sitting prettily puckered awaiting your overdue kiss. Excitement erupts and you can barely sit still as you think how you will escalate this further today. A long list of positions and roleplay fill your head excitingly as you watch him stride closer. It has been a while since you two have been able to have a whole day to yourselves. However Jeno wasn’t nearly on the same page as he walked straight past and into the pantry to take out a bag of chips and jog back into the room. Disappointment -and a bit of sexual frustration- sets in as you hear a faint, “hell yeah I’m down for another round lemme log back in really quick!”

You have got to be kidding me.

Rolling your eyes, you open your laptop back up and move on to the next video. An excruciatingly long hour and half passed by and the droning, monotone voice of your professor proved to make you both tired and relentlessly bored. How can someone talk about phlebotomy so passionately for hours on end? Jeno’s cheers of wins and screeches of losses the whole time as you tried to concentrate on your professor’s stale voice deemed studying here was harder than you thought. Detangling your limbs from the chair, you walked towards his voice and heavy clacking. 

“Nono, you said almost done like two hours ago,” you frowned while at the frame of his door. 

He tore his eyes away from the screen finally noticing your sad demeanor, “I’m sorry baby we are almost done with this round, promise.” 

You could hear the roar of jester he got from the boys on the other end of his call. A round of kissy sounds were coupled with a few mentions of him going ‘soft’ or ‘whipped’. “shut up guys, you guys are just jealous you’re single.”

You rolled your eyes and walked towards him, “you told me you would make time for me today! How is this quality time Nono?”

“Yeah Nono? If this is quality time with y/n invite us over next time!” You heard Jaemin from the other end of his headphones.

“Shut up please, you incels!” Jeno muttered while muting his mic, removing his headphones to his neck, and resting his hands on your hips as you stood between his knees, “Baby, I’m so sorry, I swear we are almost done, if you want you can lay on my bed as you go through your flashcards?”

“I don’t want to study by myself anymore! You told me quality time and you would help me study! If I wanted to study alone I would have just stayed home…” you whined with your arms crossed.

“Okay,” Jeno rested his head into your stomach in an attempt to forgive him with his cuteness, “What about you lay on my bed behind me, and I’ll read out the flashcards and you can answer. That way I can help you study and I can finish this game with the boys?”

“I don’t want you to keep playing with the boys though… I want you to pay attention to me! I want your attention,” you said while stomping your foot for emphasis hoping he could hear the neediness in your infliction.

“Jeno! I don’t care how much your ass is in trouble with y/n! Get the fuck back in here I can’t keep covering for you!” Hyuck interjected while everyone else agreed to join in on the insults.

“One more sec!” he said into the mic before muting again, “last offer baby, I said I’m sorry, I’ll help you study and when we finish, then you’ll have my undivided attention.”

After a few seconds of looking into his puppy dog eyes and pouty lip you reluctantly agreed and retreated to the kitchen to gather your flashcards and study questions. Jeno cheered, turning in his chair to slot his headphones back on and situate his mic. 

“Yo I’m sorry I’m sorry! I’m here, I’m just going to help y/n study while we finish out this round.”

“Dude you cannot be multitasking right now! We are so close to reaching the end game!” Renjun argued.

“We have never gotten this far, and I’m not wasting another two hours on trying to get here again so you better be focused,” Hyuck scolded.

“I swear I’m paying attention,” he nodded as you handed him the fat stack of decorated index cards. Jeno lightly giggled and smirked at you, “did you really decorate your nursing flashcards with stickers to make them all cutesy?”

“Yes?” you retorted, “and what about it?” as you situated yourself by laying on your back and your legs in the air.

“Because y/n” he turned in his chair to look at you trying not to linger his eyes on your bare legs in the air. He held one particular card up fully decorated, glittered, and written in smooth calligraphy reading, ‘testicular cancer’.

“I associate the decoration with the terms! It’s like a studying technique babe!” you sat up defending yourself.

“How did you associate testicular cancer with hello kitty and ice cream stickers?” he challenged.

Just as you were about to answer, Renjun’s voice filled the room, “Jeno! What did we just say? We almost lost Jaemin because you aren’t paying attention!”

Other voices chastised Jeno pulling him back to his computer pressing a few buttons and clicking profusely. 

“Okay sorry again, I healed everyone, are we all good now?” he looked between his screens checking on everyone.

“We would have been better if you weren’t so busy talking about hello kitty and cancer? Which hello? Is not something to joke about!” Hyuck pressed.

“Actually it’s hello kitty, ice cream, and testicular cancer, Hyuck,” you chimed in from behind, “Okay Nono, I’m ready for my first question.”

“Okay…” after a couple more clicks he picked up the first card, “How do you use an Incentive Spirometer?”

“Oh that’s an easy one, first you have the patient sit up straight.”

“Ugh, so boring…can you at least mute yourself for now?” Jaemin sighed on the other end of the line.

Ignoring his remarks you continued, “then you have the patient exhale completely, third have the patient place their lips on the mouthpiece-”

“I know where I’d like to have your lips,” Jeno instinctively responded without thinking with a clear smirk on his lips. A burst of laughter erupted from his friends as well as your boyfriend as you sat there unimpressed.

“Dude you’re so gross,” Renjun muttered.

Meanwhile Hyuck must have been into it as he responded, “I second that.” Whereas Jaemin just laughed with a simple, “haha, I agree.”

“Watch it you two,” Jeno stoically grumbled while continuing to slam his fingers onto the keyboard. 

“This is serious stuff guys! I need to pass my NCLEX next week.”

“Then why bother Jeno while he plays! Don't worry y/n we will return your precious Nono after we are done, okay? Just like your little exam is important to you, this is severely important to us,” Hyuck seriously tried to barter while the others chuckled.

“I don’t know how me having the opportunity to save lives is even comparable to your silly little games…” 

The boys feigned hurt with a chorus of dramatic gasps. 

“This ‘silly little game’ is everything,” Hyuck said.

Jaemin joined in, “we are also saving lives! We are fighting the bad guys!”

“Are you really trying to compare NPCs to real human beings?”  you bit back.

“Hey, humans are humans babe,” Jeno chuckled.

“Those aren’t even humans!” You shouted from over his shoulder pointing at the screen.

“Look y/n, Hyuck is indeed…err… otherworldly looking, but alas he is a human,” Renjun innocently said.

“Hey! Just for that I’m not healing you!” 

“Baby we didn’t even get through one question,” you turned towards Jeno.

“Babe, maybe if you played games you would understand why we are so into this,” he pried.

“I don’t have time for games when I’m busy studying! Studying to try and get a job by the way! To get a job so we can get married and start a family! Ya know? To provide for us and our future, maybe?” you said while clutching the bottom of your shirt, anger fueling you.

“Woah there.”

“Yooo…”

“Yikes Jeno. Made mama bear mad.”

“Babe, chill out, I’m just joking. But honestly it wouldn’t kill you if you just took a break every now and then. Games are a great stress relief for me, maybe I should get you hooked on a game so you can be occupied while I’m online,” he said matter of factly.

“Again! What part of quality time do you not understand!” you threw your arms up to fall backwards onto his bed.

“Yo! Nice shot Jaem!” 

It’s good to know your boyfriend will always be listening to you!!

Frustrated -both literally and sexually- you stomped your way out of the room and back into the kitchen making it a point to slam his door.

“Almost done babe, I swear!”

—

You lightly hummed along to the music playing in your ears as you stood yet again in Jeno’s kitchen, taking the liberty of washing his dishes that have been left in the sink for far too long. The boys have had a heavy and strict schedule everyday so it should be no surprise that he barely has time to take care of himself. He just flew in last week from Japan, doing some promotion for their Japanese comeback. His luggages were still left untouched by the front door, he was probably too tired to even unpack his things. His passport and neck pillow sat on top of the bags and you decided to crack it open and put some of his things away. After pressing the button to turn on the washing machine full of his dirty clothes from the trip, you decide to make some dinner for your hard working boyfriend.

You stirred a pot slowly as you watched a fancam of Jeno’s latest performance. Maybe it was the steam from the soup you were making clouding your judgment, or it was the way Jeno looked way more buff than the last promotion, or was it his new dark blue hair with that sexy line cut into the sides? Whatever it was, it definitely distracted you enough to accidentally slice your finger a bit and unknowingly notice the pot about to boil over next to you. Stringing out a list of profanities and quickly moving to remove the pot and tend to your hand, the video of Jeno continued to play. His body took up the whole frame, as the cameraman decided to do a full head to toe of him as he stood catching his breath and sending a smolder into the lens. Time seemed to still as he licked his lips, and grabbed at his pants with a boyish smile, nonetheless making you and the fans go wild. The camera pans to the crowd, a few banners filled with the Dreamie’s faces, and your boyfriend’s name etched among the sea of green light sticks. He looked so good, the memories of that night filled your mind as you stood watching the screen go black and the timer asking if you wanted the next video or to play again.

–

Jeno called you the moment  he got back to his hotel room. He was exhausted and missing you, a very deadly combo. He didn’t even get to make it to the shower, flopping onto the  couch facing the window looking out into the night city skyline.

“Hey princess,” he said as he saw your face come into view.

“Oh hey baby!” you giggled out loud, there was loud music playing in the background accompanied by the strobing neon lights. Your cohort friends convinced you to come out after your exam to celebrate. You did try to get out of it, considering Jeno was going to be performing and you wanted to watch it live, but how could you explain the absolute significance to your friends? They would constantly tease you about the ‘boyfriend material’ lock screen you had of Jeno, and the albums you had lined up in your room, deeming you a delusional fan-  little did they know…

“Did you watch my performance?” Jeno asked, lifting the phone up higher as if it would make it seem like you’re there with him.

“What did you say?” you screamed over the song in the background, “hold on let me go outside!”

“y/n! Let’s take a shot!” you heard a voice from behind you, one of your good friends Jennie said while haphazardly waving at you to come.

“One sec!” you made your way outside the club and leaned against the side of the building away from the crowds and cars finally getting some peace and privacy. You were very very drunk, probably more than you wanted to be without Jeno there, but you had to admit, it felt like a weight was off your shoulders. You were fucking proud of yourself! First exam of the semester and you did good!

“y/n,” Jeno’s eyes widened as he took in what he was seeing. You too lifted your phone screen higher letting him see your full frame come into view, “Fuck, I love that dress on you so much.”

“I know!” you whined running your hands down your body over the black fitted fabric, “I remembered you liked this one so I wore it tonight. Kinda makes it feel like you’re here too.”

“You look…” Jeno couldn’t even get the words out. His eyes glued to the woman on his screen, looking at him with innocent wide eyes that had big lashes fluttering at him, lips rouged and pouted, and a bountiful set of breasts being teased by your manicured fingers. 

“Ugh baby I miss you so much…” you hummed hitting just the right spot over one of your hardened nubs, “can you come back already?”

“Baby I come back in a few days then I have you all to myself. Just you and me,” he whispered, completely entranced as he watched your hands move farther and farther down. He didn’t even notice the way his hands were already unconsciously palming over himself awaiting your next move.

“You know if you were here,” he slurred while looking past the camera and into the distance, “I wouldn’t have to be doing this myself.” Before Jeno could even respond you let out a lusty moan feeling your fingers enter yourself with ease with a leg propped up against the bricked wall.

“Oh my god,” Jeno incredulously whispered, completely bewildered by what he was witnessing. He seemed to finally snap out of it when you looked back to him asking him if he was going to join you. He hurriedly took off his pants and stuffed his shirt into his mouth as he gave in and tugged at himself, “I need this. I need you. So bad. Lemme see you baby, please.”

You took a quick look around, no one was around in this area as the party kept going around the corner at the front of the building. Deeming the coast clear you propped your phone on the ground at an angle for Jeno could see your full silhouette take up the screen. A couple of parked cars were behind you in the alley and you leaned against one, arms supporting your weight as you leaned down letting your dress ride up, exposing your ass completely.

“Fuck baby. Open up more for me,” Jeno threw his head back, sliding his hand faster and faster against himself, “I can see how wet you are, dripping all over your fingers. What if someone were to see you? Bent over a stranger's car, fingering yourself on the phone to your famous boyfriend. Dumb little kitty can’t wait for me to get home huh?”

Jeno’s words egged you on farther, now sliding down the car due to your legs slowly giving out.

“Quiet down slut I can hear you from here, don’t want someone to see my kitten fucking herself outside all alone. Don’t want them to get the wrong idea,” he seethed but you both knew deep down you liked the idea of being so close to being caught. 

“Please Nono, I’m so close…” you howled suddenly seeing stars as your orgasm approached. You could hear some voices get louder as they were approaching the corner of the building you were at, about to be caught.

“Y/n!” Jeno screamed releasing himself all over his abdomen, breathing labored as he continued to watch you fuck yourself against the car, “baby no,” he sternly said. 

You halted your movements knowing exactly what that meant. You collected yourself and yanked your dress down before hobbling back in your heels to pick up the phone, “what’s wrong my love?” you furrowed your eyes.

“You’re not cumming without me, and you're definitely not cumming outside where everyone gets a free show,” he indignantly said.

“But Nono you got to!”

“I am under a lot of stress right now,” he sighed while releasing the shirt from his mouth allowing it to puddle into the mess on his stomach, “Plus, I’m alone, for your eyes only love,” he cheekily smirked with a wink, “Now get your ass back inside, text me when you get home, stay safe.”

–

That was the last time you and Jeno actually got it on as the kids would say. In hindsight, three days wasn’t that long, but you haven’t had a true Jeno induced orgasm in a couple weeks! A couple weeks! And here he is, finally alone with you insisting to play video games with his bandmates that are with him every other waking hour of the day. The paused image of Jeno during his performance  taunting you with that cocky smug smile. 

Fuck this, if Jeno wants to play games then…

 Let's play.

–

“Dude we are doing so well, I can’t believe it. At this point we should probably start streaming this shit!” you hear Jeno say as you walk back into his room.

“If we make it out, let’s do it all again and stream it!” Hyuck replies. If Jeno knew you were back in the room, he didn’t make any sign of acknowledgement this time.

 Let’s change that. 

You huff loudly as you dramatically waltz around his room, pretending to look at things carefully as if it was your first time there. Jeno sneaks a look over as you fling the doors of his closet open before stepping inside, fingers dancing over each hanging shirt. You smile as some remind you of memories of dates or performances and even ones you’ve stole borrowed  in the past. Finally finding the shirt he wore from the latest performance, you tugged at the end of your shirt and lifted it, your pants following after leaving you in the matching dark green set you wanted to surprise your boyfriend with.

“Bro how can you not see-” Jeno chokes on his own spit as you noticed your movement and was shocked to see your full ass on display.

“Did I not see what?” The boys questioned.

Good he fell for the first trap.

“Uh, I don’t know, sorry.” he shook his head looking back at the screen but still constantly watching you from the side, suddenly interested in your actions. You took the shirt off of the hanger and slowly shimmied it on, it ending just under your cheeks. Jeno swallowed hard as he tried to focus on the game in front of him, as strategy was crucial in this next part. 

You turned back into his room and made your way to his dresser eyeing each chain and sets of rings that were neatly lined up by color and finger placement. Turning to look back at Jeno, his eyes met yours questioningly as you simply smiled back while eyeing his frantic hands on his custom built keyboard. 

Those fingers. Those veins. Those hands.

You picked a simple silver chain necklace with a cross on it and a layered gold set of chains, as well as 6 various matching rings then made your way to him. Holding up the chains and looking at him, studying what would look best on him now. 

Jeno smiled at you, “Nice shirt. What are you doing with my jewelry?”

“Oh don’t mind me,” you mumbled while comparing the two, “just wondering which one would look best while swinging above me later.”

Jeno’s smile dropped along with his jaw as he scrambled to mute the mic before the boys could comment on what they just heard.

“B-Baby, you can’t be doing that right now!”

Ignoring him you hovered the silver one above your leaned back head and swayed it back and forth, “I think I’m going to go with this one.” Before he could respond, you swung a leg over him and onto his lap to secure the silver around his neck. The cross sat heavy on his bare chest, “so pretty.” you cheered while placing a quick peck on his forehead then hopping off- of course not without a cheeky dip of your hips into his crotch making him shudder.

“What do you think you’re playing at, kitten?” he stares finally catching up. 

“Just doing what you told me,” you innocently said while sinking to your knees, “just finally getting into some games of my own. Ya know, like you said,” you palmed over his now growing erection, “this way you can keep playing, and so can I.” Jeno sat starstruck for a couple seconds, caught off guard by how much control you’ve taken in the matter of minutes. He was genuinely contemplating on just shutting down his computer and texting the guys that his power went out unexpectedly, but they’d never let him hear the end of it for that. You noticed his inner turmoil, “I said keep playing Nono.”

That seemed to do the trick, or maybe it was the screaming profanities from Jaemin that snapped Jeno out of it and tucked you, and his legs, back under his desk and unmuted his mic.

“Jeno I’m getting really tired of you not getting your head in the game right now,” Renjun muttered.

“Oh he’s definitely getting his head in the game,” you whispered before pulling down his underwear and sweatpants then pulling his cock out before you. Jeno let out a sigh from both situations and decided to appease his friends by catching back up and trying to focus. 

This proved to be harder than any dance practice because he couldn’t focus on anything. Every time he tried to aim at an enemy you seemed to swallow his cock all the way down till it hit the back of your throat. Every time he tried to close his eyes just for a second and thrust back into your warm mouth, he got hit and took damage. In other words, he couldn’t find it in him to fully enjoy either action he was partaking in.

“Lee. Jeno. What the fuck!” Haechan raged, “Did you seriously just die? Right now? Before the final round? I’m going to kill you myself with my own hands next time I see you!” Jeno couldn’t even seem to care because he was too busy stifling his moans by biting his lip as you twisted your hand over and over, running your tongue over his tip showing him just how much spit and precum could pool in your mouth before it spilled out of your lips as you shoved him back in. How could he even care about this stupid game when you sat before him giving him the best head he’s had? Had you known all along that this is his biggest fantasy yet? 

“Jeno! Answer me! What the fuck has you so preoccupied right now?” Hyuck turned his camera on, face coming into view on the screen, “Come on. Come out here and face us, you asshole.” Surely enough a pissed looking Renjun and Jaemin came into the discord call, each in their own respective set up, camera propped from either side or above angles. Jeno couldn’t bring himself to press the camera button, not with him splayed out in his chair with his hands tangled in your hair pushing you further and further. 

“Answer them.” you demanded while looking up at him with those devilish eyes. He shook his head, too lost in the pleasure to even respond, only panting. 

“Dude is something actually wrong or are you again not paying attention? Did this mean nothing to you?” Renjun questioned next.

“N-No it’s not that,” Jeno barely got out as you massaged his balls tenderly while sucking hard on his tip.

“Is something wrong with you? Have you had any symptoms since we got back from Japan?” Jaemin tried to sympathize lightly, “You sound terrible man. I can hear your breathing. Had to reconnect my set like three times because I couldn’t tell if that was one of you guys or my audio output.” 

“Uhm…Fuck…I uh…ahh!” Jeno was experiencing such immense waves of pleasure he didn’t even care if they knew at this point.

“For fucks sake Jen!” Hyuck stood with his hands gripping his desk, “If you’re going to be fucking y/n while on the call with us at least let us watch!” Renjun and Jaemin’s eyes became the size of rockets upon hearing Hyuck’s outburst. 

“Wait- Jeno are you…?” Renjun started yet unable to finish his thought.

“Oh my god are you fucking y/n right now Jeno?” Jaemin asked incredulously. 

“Of course he is, dummies. Why do you think he kept messing up and breathing all heavy? We’ve shared rooms together you y/n teaser, we know what your moans sound like!” said Hyuck.

“And so what if I am getting blown right now?” Jeno finally breathed out while running a finger down the side of your chin scooping up globs of precum before shoving it back in your mouth, “not like I’d ever let you incels watch my girl anyways.” You rolled your eyes. Jeno was always so possessive over you. Something about never having any constants after becoming an idol except you- type of romantic but kinda terretorial reasoning.

“Why not baby?” you decided to speak up enough to let them hear you now that the cat’s finally out of the bag. You let go of Jeno’s cock with a plop then stood up in front of him, “You know I’ve always had the fantasy of having a third…” you started then sat on his naked lap, “maybe even a fourth…” your lips trailed up his stilled neck before meeting his lips in front of the microphone whispering, “or I don’t know… maybe even a fifth.”

“Guys we don’t need to force them into doing anything Jeno’s not comfortable with,” Renjun awkwardly yet excitedly laughed.

“You know I don’t want to share you.” Jeno adamantly said while staring you down intently, “I don’t share what’s mine.”

“Well, in a way you’re not sharing me…” 

You could see the options flipping in Jeno’s brain. The idea of his friends lusting over you outwardly- because he already knew they did secretly- would drive him insane. He didn’t like the aforementioned fantasies you’ve had of multiple partners- his bandmates at that- to turn you on. But on the other hand, he couldn’t shake the fact that his dick twitched at the thought of him staking his claim on you primitively in front of the very men that yearned over you. As he thought it over more, it turned him on immensely at the scenario of showing off just how trained and fixated you were for him and only ever will be, him. And you were right, he wouldn’t necessarily be sharing you, he would merely be reminding his fellow 00 liners just how much you really were his. That no matter how much you thought of this very scene, it would be him making you reach the point of ecstasy. 

“He won’t do it guys, he’s too much of a-” Hyuck started but was cut off by the sudden press of a button and a small chime that signaled Jeno’s camera being turned on. 

“Holy…”

“Shit.”

There you sat, perched on Jeno’s naked thigh, riding with your head thrown back, hair swaying without a care in the world, with Jeno’s hand firmly pulling your ass forward and backward, as he leaned all the way back in his gaming chair, other hand resting on your thighs. 

“Faster.” Jeno commanded while staring at the video output with eagle eyes.

“Yes Jeno,” you moaned loudly, moving your hands to hold onto his shoulder for support. 

“Honestly Jen I thought of this fantasy about a thousand times-” Hyuck muttered while palming himself, eyes not leaving the sight of your clit furiously hitting Jeno’s leg.

“Baby, I don’t want to hear them if we’re going to be doing this. Louder. Now.” Jeno commanded, to which you obliged immediately. Stings of nothingness flowing out of your mouth like maple syrup. “Make them want it baby, I know you can sing so well for me, let us hear you.” Jeno stared into the camera and placed the headset on you, adjusting the mic so it would pick up even the faintest of whimpers and clicked around on his screen to adjust the audio to his speakers.

“Holy…I can hear her pussy,” Jaemin wondered aloud.

“C-can we see how wet you are? Please” Renjun quietly asked with flushed cheeks.

“Of course!” You happily bounded about to grab the camera, but Jeno stopped your actions with a simple raise of a hand, taking the very same and reaching between you both to shove three fingers inside you making you arch your back into a fold upon entering and became mewling at the newfound pleasure that the curl and pounding his fingers did to you. Right as you were about to see stars he pulled his fingers out and held them close to the camera for the others to see. Your slick is thick and aromatic, the whole room began to smell the very same, and he spread his fingers to show the sheer amount of wetness Jeno can cause. 

“Jeno, I’m sorry but not sorry in advance,” and soon enough Hyuck stood up to remove his shorts and free his cock, looking down once to spit on it to help aid his hand in the fucking its about to receive. 

“Me too,” Renjun fumbled, knocking down his water bottle that was on the table and quickly removing his shirt and pants. His hands frantically searched for his lotion and you giggled taking a look back and see him run around his room before pumping three squirts into his hand and not even bothering to walk back to the screen just stand there and throw his head back in ecstasy. 

Jaemin on the other hand sat very lackadaisical in his chair simply smirking and biting his lip. His arms sat crossed over his abdomen with deep uninterrupted attention as if he himself was in the room sitting behind you, a predator stalking its prey.  

“Not doing it for you Jaem? Thought you’re into this stuff?” Jeno mused.

“I’m more of a sit back and watch, play later type of guy, don’t worry, I’m enjoying where this is going.”

“Suit yourself Jae,” you sighed dreamily. You turned to look at your boyfriend who looked a lot more comfortable than you would have initially thought, “baby can you please fuck me now?”

“I don’t know about that kitten,” he tutted, “haven’t been very much of a good pet for me lately.” Jeno picked you up to turn you towards the camera to face the reflective image of yourself next to the fucked out faces of your friends. He pulled you backwards by the neck holding you in place as he played with your pussy in front of them, completely splayed out on top of him, your legs over his, feet hooked under his calves. Jeno took two fingers into his mouth taking his time savoring the unique and beautiful taste of you on his tongue. 

You always imagined in this scenario you’d be focused on watching the others, the thought of multiple men gathered in hunger over your body, ready to worship every inch of you just for the chance to be picked worthy to feel you. But you kept forgetting the rest of the dreamies were even there, enamored with the way that time after time Jeno will prove to you that he, and only him, knows your body inside and out. He knows what makes you twitch in pleasure and what will make you cry in the best pain. 

His fingers grazed your breasts, tugging and pinching at each nipple with equal attention. Palms gliding over your curves as he relishes in the moment as it's been weeks and months of yearning he’s felt while apart. Your aching core begs for attention and you attempt to squeeze your legs together to hopefully gain some type of friction but Jeno denies by smacking your thighs each time as a reminder of who is in charge of making you both reach the brink of euphoria tonight.

“Don’t be a brat in front of our guests,” he muttered while nibbling on your ear, “I taught you better than that.”

“Yes sir.”

“Of course you have a sir kink y/n,” Renjun smiles lazily. He found his way to his bed, reclined himself against the headboard watching from a distance, “we all called it.”

“Only for my Nono,” you smiled as you leaned up and kissed him for the first time. He let you feast over him, he knew you had to get it out messily. After he humored you his tongue fought back with dominance stunning you in the moment. He takes the chance to sneak his fingers into you, sliding them in and out while his other hand rapidly circling over, stimulating your clit. The pleasure began to build and you chanted his name over and over, hand finding their way behind yourself into his hair to over your breasts, you didn’t really know you just had to grab onto something as you reach your first orgasm.

“You like that? You like being a slut? You like parading yourself around here all stuck up but all you really want is a cock to shut you up huh? That’s right my little cock slut huh?” A symphony of moans were echoing all around the room. Jeno in your ear, your screams not forming coherent words, the rest of the boys agreeing in Jeno’s degradation, affirming how much of slut you are over the speakers. 

“Answer him slut.” Hyuck ordered, “Tell all of us how much you want to get railed. Tell him how you want to be stuffed to the brim.”

“I-I do! I want it all! I admit it! I want all of you, any of you, I just need to be filled please!” Tears shot out of your eyes and Jeno lifted you and slammed your frame onto his cock. 

“Too much! You’re too big Nono!” Your body was on fire, and although you were on top, Jeno was indeed in control as his hips powerfully snapped up to meet yours to the point you were sure there were going to be bruises tomorrow. He rose to his feet, easily holding you up, and his ring cladded hands gripped firmly into your fleshy sides. Your toes grazed the floor, as you held your upper weight on the desk, breasts heavy and hands clammy. Jeno pounded into you from behind, a hand coming down every so often to land red splotches on your right butt cheek then rubbing it to soothe the pain. You thanked him each time his hand collided with your skin, thanking him for the immense pleasure that was well worth the wait. 

“How many more do you guys think she deserves?” Jeno finally addresses his friends who were rubbing their cocks raw at the live action porn in front of them- including Jaemin who has now joined in.

“At least ten.” 

“She’s been pretty good, Jeno maybe just five more.”

“Nah, our cock slut here made us lose our game after hours of hard work!” Jaemin grunted while stroking his erection slowly but with a tight fist, “If it were up to me, I’d say twenty.”

“Heard that baby?” Jeno says while pounding into you mercilessly and moves the hair out of your face, “Twenty more it is.” Jeno is ruthless on his punishment, especially with the boys egging him on, chiming in to spank you harder or to start over when you forget to count a number aloud. By the time you hit an official twenty, you orgasmed again. He ignores your cries for a break and continues to demolish your body in any way he pleases, he knows your body well, he knows when you’re at your threshold.

“My bad love,” Jeno slows, pulling out momentarily, “I forgot you wanted to see this chain swing back and forth, let me fix that.” He pulls you again like a limp ragdoll, high off your previous orgasms and onto his bed. You have a moment to breathe as he walks back to the computer to detach his camera and slowly film his way up your body. He zooms into the sight of your creamed pussy, rubbed red raw at the hour of abuse it just endured, drowning in attention and slick. Your breasts are riddled with a palette of reds, blues, and purples, forming a jagged letter ‘J’ in between the valley, once again making a show of marking his territory. 

“Princess, think you can handle one more?” Jeno asked while raising the camera to have your tear stained face come into view.

“Anything for you sir.”

Jeno takes no time to thrust back in, bottoming out before rutting back in with long, hard, deep strokes. You’re body is on overdrive now, not used to the constant orgasms due to the lack of action you’ve not been receiving. Leaving you not able to form words only sounds and muttering each of the boys’ names. Jeno continued to ram into you with force and vigor, asking questions of, “who owns this pussy?” and “Who makes you feel like this?” “Are you ever going to mess with me while I play again baby?” 

“Jeno…can’t… hold longer,” 

“A little more baby,” 

“Ah shit!” Hyuck finally screams as he paints his abdomen white with cum dripping down.

“Just like that baby!” Renjun also hollers while watching his cum shoot upwards, his body limply breathing on his bed, completely spent.

“You can do it y/n,” Jaemin encourages with half lidded eyes.

“Come on baby, you’re going to make four grown men fall to their knees cumming, I need you there too baby,” Jeno whispers, his thrusts sloppier and the fastest yet, chasing his high. He’s so out of it he starts rambling, “Such a good kitten for me. Always wants my cock no matter what. I’m going knot you baby. Going to cum in this little pussy so hard that you’re going to get nice and round with my babies soon. You’d like that wouldn’t you kitten? I don’t know why you needed to sneak attack me baby all you had to do was ask I would give it to you any time you know this…”

You cut Jeno off with one line that sets him off, “All I’ll ever want is your attention, Nono.” And like that he lets out a deep moan and with a final thrust you feel him cum inside you, and not long after you join him with another string of chants of his name thanking him. Not letting any of him slip out of you, he tosses the camera to the side. Hyuck and Renjun dozing off from their post nut, and Jaemin still lazily stroking himself. 

You shoot Jaemin a sideways glance and like he knew, he just says, “like I said, I like to watch. Thanks for the show you two, it will definitely keep me occupied for a couple more hours.” he suggested with a wink.

“Again, like Jaemin said earlier,” Hyuck clears his throat, “If this is quality time with y/n invite us over next time!”

Jeno shushes them all before clicking the end call button and turning himself back to  you, “Now baby, I want some of that attention,” before pulling you into bed with him.

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And that’s it! Lmk of any and all feedback, I’m super open to it! If you want to be apart of any tag lists for future updates (may have a part 2 in mind for this whaaaat???) of this fic or any others message me to be added!

I blame Zoo Jeno- yall know which one i’m talking about ! the one that made everyone more feral than usual, the eboy look, dark blue hair with the cut sides and ugh too much for my brain rot tbh. Also the driving force to complete this piece was really Key’s song with Jeno- Villain. It reminded me of Zoo Jeno and I just had to complete my eboy/gamer/idolverse brainrot of Jeno. 

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Ice Cold | Huang Renjun

Summary: Your cold boyfriend Renjun has to learn how to give you the loving you need.   

Genre: Established relationship AU, angst, suggestive, fuck boy (ish) Renjun

Word Count: 0.6k

You slumped onto the bench and began to sob. 

Renjun approached you, his deep brown eyes inspecting your face. 

"Who did this to you?” he said. His expression was stern.  

"You know who did this,” you snapped, then sighed. Renjun probably had no idea what he’d done. 

Renjun stood stiffly. After a minute of watching you cry, he pulled off his black overcoat – and put it over your shoulders.  

Surprised, you snuggled into the coat, inhaling his smell – old books and ash. 

“I’m not very – good with intimacy”. Renjun said, patting your shoulder awkwardly. “I don’t always… understand people, but I know I’m the reason you’re crying. I’m sorry I hurt you." 

You said nothing. 

Renjun bristled. "Sorry about… storming off like that. It was a nice gesture, I just… don't do well with birthday parties. Or surprises.” 

You scoffed. "You called my auntie an old hag."

Renjun's lips twitched in the smallest of smiles. 

You sighed. You already knew you were going to forgive him.

“I suppose this calls for an apology hug.” Renjun held out his arms to embrace you.

You jumped out of his reach, shaking your head. 

Renjun stared at you, puzzled eyes wide. 

"Renjun, do you love me?" 

Renjun's mouth opened and closed. His eyes darted left and right. 

His voice was quiet when he spoke. "Y/n, I've already admitted that I do. Must you keep making me repeat it?"

"Renjun!" 

He pressed his fingers to his temples. “I’ll never understand this obsession with confessing our feelings-“ 

“For me,” you insisted. “Please."

He squeezed his eyes shut. “Ask me for anything else. I’ll do the washing up for a year, I’ll have ten birthday parties…” He clicked his fingers. “I’ll apologise to your aunt!” 

You sniffed. “I didn’t know it was so hard for you.” You turned away, forcing the tears down. “Don’t bother then.”  

You felt Renjun’s eyes on you.

Finally, he let out a strangled groan.  

"Fine," he said, smoothing down the front of his shirt. "I love you." He patted the left side of his chest. "If there's anything inside here, it belongs to you." 

You couldn't help but grin at your eccentric boyfriend. "I'll take that hug now."

Renjun smiled too, and wrapped his arms around you. You rested your chin on his shoulder, feeling safe in his embrace. 

"Let's go home,” you said. “There should be some cake left."

You turned around, but Renjun grabbed your arm and pulled you towards him. He leant forwards and kissed you. 

You were so stunned you barely remembered to close your eyes.   

He held you tight as you kissed, one hand wrapping round your waist and the other caressing your hair. To your surprise, Renjun’s whole body was trembling, a vibration under his skin. You realised he cared about this even more than you. For someone who didn't like physical affection, sometimes Renjun swept you away with the intensity of his love. 

When he pulled away, he whipped on his black coat and straightened his scarf, acting as if nothing had happened. 

You touched your lips, unable to hide your shock. 

"Shall we?" Renjun held out his arm for you. 

You linked your arm with his. 

Renjun smiled. "Cake sounds wonderful." 

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Emo Haechan who got in trouble with your ex for kissing you in the hall of a frat house in a party while Pocket by cutaway was playing in the back. Wow

[neochan]

“there’s only one bedroom” with jeno plsplsplspls

"i'll sleep in the bathtub." he sighs defeatedly, reaching for a pillow.

you roll your eyes at his dramatics, "come on jeno, you can sleep next to me. it's fine."

the past hour had been absolute hell. the hotel you both were supposed to be stay at had overbooked their rooms, so instead of getting a two bed room, they were forced to situate you in a one bed instead. the staff handed you the key with an apologetic smile and the promise of a free breakfast the next morning, but that didn't help your dilemma in the slightest. now jeno kept finding places to sleep so you could have the bed; first it was the floor, then the balcony and now the bathtub.

"it'll be awkward." he groans. his black hair stands up in tufts on the top of his head that sway slightly when he furiously rubs his eyes. you had been traveling all day and the both of you were tired. there was no time for this debate.

you, snug under the covers, pull back the blanket as if to tell him, 'climb in with me idiot'. "don't act like you've never slept beside a woman.'

he snorts and moves to climb in beside you, "that one actually hurt a little."

"well you're making such a big deal out of nothing. it's just sleeping."

yeah, to you it's just sleeping, but to him it was so much more. how was he supposed to sleep beside the woman who starred in his dreams? he ignores every fiber of his body screaming at him to leave the room while he gets comfy under the covers next to you.

your eyes widen in pure shock when he grabs the hem of his shirt and lifts it over his head, tossing it onto the floor somewhere. toned abs sit perfectly on his abdomen, veins standing out promptly on his lower stomach. your gaze travels the small strip of hair trailing into the waist band of his sweats. maybe you should go find another hotel for the night because how were you going to sleep next to the man you had a crush on for years? he was just too hot, and seeing him half naked beside you made the place between your thighs ache. if only you could touch his chest, move your hands so you could run it down his body and feel his- "Why are you staring at me? See i told you this was gonna be weird."

your cheeks heat up when you realize he caught you, "i- i wasn't -"

"you were." he deadpans, an eyebrow raised, "wait, do you... do you like what you see?" a smirk plays on his lips.

"no... no i -"

'no?" he interrupts.

"well not no. yes, you have nice... muscles." you're growing hot under the collar, the small room starting to feel like it was closing in on you. being put on the spot like this was not fun, nor where you were expecting the night to go.

"i have nice muscles?" he repeats, his smirk stretching into a bigger smile.

you fidget with stray thread hanging off the cheap polyester blanket, "well yes, you have nice muscles.. for other girls."

"other girls?"

"yes. for other girls." you swallow thickly, mentally punching yourself for how stupid you sound. it wasn't your fault though! this extremely hot, fit boy was in bed with you right now, completely turning your brain into mush. you couldn't be trusted.

he looks up through his lashes, "well i'm not laying in bed with other girls right now."

"yes... that's correct." you blink

"so do i have nice muscles for the girl i'm laying in bed with?"

you feel like screaming, or maybe punching something, or someone (him). this was humiliating. you knew he was teasing with you, playing with your emotions, and you couldn't take it. "well does the guy i'm laying in bed with... want the girl to like his muscles?"

he shrugs, "he wouldn't mind."

"well then she does." you feel like turning over and burying your head in the pillow. lee jeno wants you to like his muscles.

"he also wants to kiss the girl"

you feel your heart stop in your chest, the hotel air coming to a complete standstill. turning to his face his body, you open your mouth and utter words you never thought you'd say, "then do it."

[haechaninmyheart]

make it fit again

the image does not belong to me. credits to the original owner.

summary - it’s been two months since that incident and haechan can’t stop thinking about it. neither can you, if you’re honest and you find yourself in a similar situation once again but this time, your friends don’t just listen.

pairing - best friend!haechan x f!reader ft renjun, jaemin & jeno.

genre - smut, non-idol!au.

word count - 4.7k.

warnings - haechan thinking horny thoughts, kissing, hair pulling, oral (receiving & giving), fingering, swearing, face fucking, 69, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, squirting, fivesome/orgy, anal, handjobs, slight nipple pinching, manhandling.

author’s note - part 2 of make it fit. i changed minor things because it didn’t make sense to me but overall still the same! happy reading. 💖

18+ content ahead, so minors don’t interact!!!

. . .

It’s been two whole months since that incident, the whole Haechan forgetting to switch his mic off before fucking your throat and while it was a hot topic within your group, most of your friends drop the teasing after a few days. 

Though Haechan doesn’t. He can’t stop thinking about the way his cock bulged in your throat, the way you moaned his name and if he’s honest, he’s been jerking himself off to the image in his head for weeks. Of you on his bed and sucking him good, so good. 

He can’t believe he’s thinking about it again, in the middle of his lecture class as his professor gives the class feedback about the research project that had been submitted last week. Exams were just around the corner and truth be told, Haechan hadn’t been studying enough for them. 

Soon the class is over and he gathers his stuff but before he can leave the lecture hall, his professor calls his name. 

Fuck, had he taken notice of him not paying attention?

“Yes?” 

“Your project…” The professor holds up a few stapled papers in his hands. “It’s great, really interesting to read. Hope you can keep up this level of effort for the exam too, okay? Don’t zone out during the actual thing.” 

Haechan laughs it off, nodding in agreement before heading off to the library. You’d planned to meet him there with the rest of the group, just to study for the upcoming exams and when he gets there, Jeno and Jaemin are sitting across from you. Renjun is nowhere to be seen as of yet, so he slides himself into the chair next to you, moving your bag onto the floor before greeting the three of you as he opens up his laptop.

“Where’s Renjun?” He asks after bringing up the notes the professor had shared to catch up with the lecture he just had. 

“Lab.” You reply, looking up from your textbook. “He said he might be longer than planned, he’ll meet up for lunch though.”

“You should check the group chat’s messages.” Jaemin raises a brow at Haechan, a slight smirk present on his lips and Jeno laughs before being hushed by a nearby librarian. 

“Shut up.” But Haechan can’t help smirking either and you feel your face heat up, opting to pretend you never heard Jaemin or even look up. Haechan throws a sideways glance at you, once the two in front have returned their focus back to their work but you’re so concentrated on your work, you don’t take notice. 

You’ve managed to complete most of the questions in your textbook when Renjun sends two messages to the group chat. One complaining about 3 broken flasks and another saying he’s making his way to the library. 

“Renjun’s on his way.”

“Finally.” Jaemin breathes out, stretching in his chair before actually getting up and Jeno follows. Carelessly shoving his textbooks and other belongings into his bag but you take your time, making sure you don’t mess up the order of your notes as you neatly organize everything in your bag. 

—

It seems that the restaurant you five had plans to eat at this afternoon was rather busy and getting a table wasn’t going to be happening any time soon. “Out of all the days we come here.” Jaemin groans, resting his head on Jeno’s shoulder in a dramatic manner and Haechan has decided he can no longer wait in the long queue. Already dragging most of the group out the busy place with the promise of paying for take out and so you all begin the walk back to Jaemin and Jeno’s shared apartment. 

Renjun’s the one being assigned the job to go pick up drinks after a quick game of rock, paper, scissors and you four wait back at the apartment. “Shouldn’t we wait for Renjun?” You ask, clearing up the table in the living area when Haechan’s already begun eating and Jeno has an idea.

“Why don’t we play a little game of ‘never have i ever’ while we wait?” 

“Sure.” You shrug, falling onto the couch next to Jaemin and Jeno starts first. 

They’re innocent at first, nothing too much until it’s Jaemin’s turn once again. “Never have I ever…” He turns to look at you, a sly smirk present on his face. “Fucked one of my best friend’s whilst on a call.”

Both you and Haechan lower a finger, and Jaemin is too pleased with himself. 

“You probably enjoyed listening to us.” Haechan comments and you pressed your lips together, trying to remember if you were really that vocal. You were sucking Haechan off most of the time so you really couldn’t have been that loud? 

It was enjoyable, really, and if it wasn’t going to ruin the relationship you had with Haechan, you’d do it once again. You think Haechan feels the same way, well, you hope he does and for some reason, when it’s your turn, you don’t even think before speaking. “Never have I ever wanted to fuck my best friend once again.” 

You lower a finger, eyes looking at everything else but in Haechan’s direction and for a moment the room’s silent. Fuck, you should’ve kept quiet about that. Just then, the door to the apartment swings open and Renjun’s back with a bag of cans. 

“You waited?” Renjun’s in awe and you clear your throat.

“Ye-yeah, let’s eat.” 

Whatever you said before Renjun swung open the door is pushed at the back of the boys’ minds and you’re thankful none of them bring it up during the meal.

—

“Rock, paper, scissors?” 

“I’m out, I brought drinks so it’s only fair.” Renjun says as he leans back on the couch and pays no heed to what his friends choose but instead the tv screen. He didn’t have one at his own dorm yet, his room wasn’t big enough but it was enough to get by. He was here to study so he needed to focus on that, but breaks were important too. 

“Unlucky.” Jaemins groans with a smile when you lose and you begin to pick up the rubbish quickly to not miss anymore of the movie. 

Haechan is still drinking from the can in his hand when you get up to go to the kitchen and he follows moments after, to put it in the bin but also to-

“Hey, about earlier-”

“Yeah, about that-” You can’t look him in the face as you mumble. “Sorry if it made you uncomfortable or anything.”

“No, no, no.” He is fast to protest, wanting to reassure you that you weren’t the only one who felt that way and he’s confident that you didn’t notice him putting down his finger when you spoke. “I… I’ve been thinking about it a lot too and…” His eyes wander back to his friends, checking if any of them had noticed his absence in the living room and Jaemin seems to have.

“I’d do it again.” He mutters, dropping the can in the bin before returning to his seat on the sofa. 

You’re left in the kitchen, dumbstruck and all you can do is think about him fucking you. Making you take his huge length, oh god. 

Did that mean he enjoyed it- Well, of course he did. That was obvious by the way he was whining and groaning as you sucked him off, but enough to do it again? 

—

You can’t seem to get Haechan off your mind. Well, what he said actually and it doesn’t help when there’s a rather… steamy scene between two of the main characters getting it on in the shower. You gulp, eyes wandering over to Haechan and you can see his jaw tensing as he’s absorbed by the scene playing on the TV. 

All the boys are. As the camera moves to capture the woman on screen arching her back off of the shower wall, hands most likely intertwined with her partner’s roots and moaning like she’d never been tongued down before, you imagine yourself in her place. Haechan being the one kneeling on the shower floor. Just then, your phone buzzes in the back pocket of your jeans and when you check for the reason, it’s a message from Haechan.

‘Come to the bathroom door in 5 mins’.

As you’re reading it, Haechan gets up and excuses himself to the bathroom. Your eyes follow his figure and he has a slight smirk on his face, intended for only you to see before disappearing into the hallway.

You quickly take note of the time 4:53 p.m. 

Which meant you’d get up at 4:58 p.m. Okay, okay.

You try to focus back on the movie but it’s no use, you can’t help but check your phone every few seconds and as soon as your phone displays 4:58 p.m., you jump out of your seat a little too quickly, startling the boys in the process. 

“I just- Bathroom, I’ll be right back...” You awkwardly excuse yourself, biting your tongue once you step into the hallway and mental scolding yourself for being so horny. They are sure to catch on now so whatever Haechan has planned, you’ve got to be quick.

You knock the bathroom door and Haechan immediately opens it, as if he’d been standing there the whole time. “So-”

He takes a step forward and you think he’s about to kiss you when-

“Jaemin’s room, Jeno would rip my dick off.” He whispers and you look at him with disbelief. 

“Why Jaemin’s?” You argue in a quiet tone and Haechan asks if you’d rather it be Jeno’s. “How about, neithers?”

“Living room then? I don’t mind fucking you on the coffee table in front of-” Haechan smirks as he closes Jaemin’s bedroom door as quietly as he can and you give in, taking a mental note to let Jaemin know to change his bedsheets later on. They didn’t match the wallpaper.

“Been thinking…” He’s inches away from your face, his hands coming up to take hold of the edge of your hoodie and tugging it off, with your help. “About,” He places his index fingers through your belt loops, once your hoodie’s been thrown on the floor and pulls you closer, both your hands landing on his chest “...last time.” He’s centimeters away from you, both your bodies pressed together and then, finally, he kisses you. 

You’ve been kissed before, but by no means are you a professional kisser, so you let Haechan guide you. He always knew what he was doing anyways, tilting your head to the side as he backed you towards the Jaemin’s bed.

“What last time?” You fall on your ass, a cheeky grin planted on your lips and Haechan gets on top, pushing you back even further until he’s able to easily cage you in his arms. Returning his lips against yours, he blindly reaches for both your arms and pins them both above your head. 

“Guess I’ll have to remind you then, eh?” Leaning down, he undoes the buttons of your jeans and then the zipper, not even bothering to take off your jeans as his digits slide in. His hand cupping your heat inside of your jeans and giving it a tight squeeze over your pants. 

You whimper and it’s enough to get him hard. The steamy shower scene in the movie earlier did not have nearly as much of an affect on him like the noises you made did. 

“You took my cock so well, ___.” He mumbles, moving his lips down to your neck and continues his kisses as he moves his fingers over the soft fabric. “Wanna fuck your throat again.” He groans, moving his lips to your chest and wrapping his hand around your neck like he did last time he fucked you. “So good.”

Moments later, he’s tugging your jeans off along with your panties and pressing his boner against your bare core as he goes for your bra. You whine again but this time even louder and he’s quick to tell you to tell you to keep it down.

“Look what you’ve done.” Haechan yanks you up by your hair so you can see the wet spot on his jeans and whispers. “That was you, baby.”

There’s that nickname once again.

He lets go of your hair and your eyes follow him as he moves around to your head, his knees on either side. Undoing his own jeans before pulling out his erection, he rubs the precum down his length and your mouth waters as you look at it. You swear it’s bigger than you remember or maybe it’s gotten bigger. 

“Want it?” He asks despite knowing the answer and you’re eager to please him, opening your mouth as you take in his tip. Your tongue swirling around it and sucking it in a teasing manner. The fabric of his jeans rubs against your forehead and you’re disappointed he’s still dressed, wanting nothing more than his balls to be pressed up against your face. 

Haechan watches you as you take in more of his dick, one of your hands making their way to your core whilst your other hand rests on your thigh. Two of your digits dipping down into your hole as you attempt to pleasure yourself too.

Trying to get off yourself? Why didn’t he lend you a helping hand? Or heping tongue, rather?

Haechan leans over, pushing his length further into your mouth and pushes both your hands away, planting his own on the outside of your thighs as he dips his head. The bottom of his tongue moving over your clit and you shiver at the strange sensation, momentarily forgetting about the cock in your mouth. 

“Feels good?” 

You hum around his length, making his brows knit in pleasure and he thrusts himself even further in your mouth, cock tickling the back of your throat. You swallow around his dick, any moans and whines muffled as Haechan’s tongue moves down your folds.

You’ve seemed to have truly forgotten that you’ve got his cock brushing the back of your throat, your mouth idle and Haechan decides to take matters in his hands. Pulling out and letting you take half a breath before filling your throat right back up once again, tongue still working it’s magic over your heat.

He’s fucking your face and eating you out. It’s all too much yet not enough, you’re climax beginning to build up and you can’t breathe properly with such a huge dick fucking your throat without mercy. 

You manage to move your hand up to his waist, pushing him away and ruining your own orgasm as well as Haechan’s. Your chest heaving as you take large breaths and he apologises.

“You’re so, fucking big.” You manage to choke, after controlling your breathing and he laughs. 

“Oh, I know.”

But what he doesn’t know is what you’re going to do when you roll onto your stomach and elbows digging into Jaemin’s mattress as you reach for his dick.

“What-”

“Still want it.” You look up at him with the tip of his length in your mouth, softly sucking it and Haechan groans, throwing his head back. You work your way down his length, spit drooling down the sides of your mouth and once you can take more than half of it, you place both hands on his thigh. Sinking your head even lower, your nose brushes against the little dark curls and Haechan tries to bite back a moan. 

But he can’t.

“Shit.” He curses right after, mouth hanging open and you hug his waist like you did the first time. Keeping your head where it was, you push down the urge to gag as your throat tightens around him which makes him whine. “I’m close.”

You grab onto his hands, guiding both up to your hair, lacing them through your roots, as you begin to move your head once again and Haechan understands. 

“Face fuck?” 

You nod as best as you can.

“Little ___, wants to get face fucked.” He chuckles. “What a whore.”

This earns him a slap on his clothed stomach and then you remember, he’s still not undressed yet so you decide to change that. You push up his top to reveal his stomach and as far up to his chest as you can, with the position you currently are in.

“Off?”

Another nod.

“Okay.” He replies, delivering a rather harsh thrust into your face as he pulls it over his head and you let out a rather annoyed noise. “Oh, sorry.” He returns his grip on his hair with a grin on his face, his fingers intertwined through your roots and gentle at first but as his climax nears, he can’t help but be rough with you.

Soon your elbows start to get tired and Haechan takes notice, flipping you back on your back, his hand jerking his cock so his climax didn’t disappear for the second time before sliding back into your mouth. In this position he can see his own cock bulge in your throat and it’s such a mesmerising sight. 

When he cums, it’s right in your mouth and you’re sure to take in every last drop of his cum. His cock stays in your mouth as you do, until he decides to pull out. Overstimulation in this position wasn’t ideal, he didn’t want his knees giving in and him falling on top of you.

There’s some cum smeared on your cheek and he’s sweet enough to swipe it with his thumb, bringing it up to your lips. You happily take his thumb into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it and Haechan coos over great of a job you’ve done. Now that you think about it, he looks funny from this angle. 

“Your turn.” Haechan gets up from Jaemin’s bed to remove his jeans and boxers. 

“Finger me first, okay?”

“Afraid Haechan junior won’t fit?” 

“Haechan jun-” You throw him a judgemental glance. “Why?”

“Why not?” He shrugs, throwing his clothes on the other side of the bed, next to where he’d thrown yours.

“Because it’s weird?” 

“You’re weird.” He comments, falling down next to you on the bed on his side and his fingers trace over your folds. 

You push back one of his legs, resting your head on his thigh so that you are comfortable too as he continues to tease your heat. You bring up one leg, spreading your legs before realising how close you were to his cock. 

He’s soft now, well semi-soft and you can now clearly see it. His dick rests nicely against his thigh and you think about all the times you’ve hugged Haechan before, thinking he was hard when he’s been hauling around such a large package in his boxers. 

Haechan is watching you as you stare at his dick, his lips curling up and he applies some level of pressure to your clit with his thumb that you licked, making you snap your legs together. 

“You’re mean too.”

“You like it though.”

—

Haechan is able to finger numerous orgasms out of you as if it were a simple task when you struggle to give yourself just one some nights. Back to towering over you, his tongue and fingers attacking your core as you arch your back off the bed. Haechan has got his other hand over your mouth to keep you quiet and you’re drooling all over the inside of his palm. 

When he asks you if you’re ready to take his cock, you’re too lost in the pleasure to reply and he has to slap your cunt to get your attention. “Huh?” You gasp, looking up at him with teary eyes and he further tilts your head back by your jaw. 

“Ready to take my dick?” He asks, massaging your folds and you gasp once again, your head resting against his bare chest. It’s more comfortable in this position and you’ve got both your hands around his wrists. However when you are about to reply, the bedroom door swings open revealing the three others who were sitting in the living room, supposed to be enjoying a movie but that no longer seemed the case, and for whatever reason, neither of you move.

“I think ___ lost her way to the bathroom.” Jeno jokes in a light hearted manner but poor Jaemin doesn’t find it all too funny.

“I think she went right there.” He’s staring at the wet spots by your legs, on his bed and you’re quick to defend yourself, rather offended to be accused of something like that.

“No! No, that’s-”

“She squirted.” Haechan speaks, pushing apart your legs for all your friends to see how wet you were and it’s almost embarrassing, if it weren’t for the fact that they were staring at you hungrily. He traces his fingertips over your hole before sinking a digit inside you and you seem to get more aroused by being watched. “Wanna see?”

Renjun, who is next to Jaemin, can’t seem to hide the growing tent in his pants and Haechan teases him on the spot. Both Jaemin and Jeno look at the eldest and he attempts to hide the evidence, cheeks going pink out of embarrassment. 

“Wanna show them?” Haechan whispers, his fingers moving inside you and over that spot yet again. 

You nod, your eyes half lidded as you close your thighs around his hand but it doesn’t stop him from fingering you, especially when he asks who you want first. “Shouldn’t Jaemin…”

“You want Jaemin first?” Haechan takes the words right out of your mouth and the boy named is all too happy to be chosen first. Well, second after Haechan. 

It was only fair, the two of you were on his bed and although the boy isn’t too happy you’d been at it on his bed, he doesn’t point it out when he gets to join. 

You watch Jaemin reach for his bedside drawers, pulling out a condom, of which the corner he slides into his mouth as he goes for the zipper of his jeans and Haechan manhandles you back on your back, his own cock ready to slip back into your mouth for another round of face fucking. He still can’t get over how it bulges in your throat, the mental image getting him hard once again, and thinks he probably will never get over it either.  

“What about us?” Renjun speaks, sounding a little heartbroken. 

“I only have two holes.” You mumbles, welcoming Haechan’s length back into your mouth and he gives you a wicked glance.  

“Well…” 

—

You’ve never felt so full. Apart from the first time Haechan fucked you, you really haven’t and right now, you’ve got three dicks inside you. Renjun’s in your mouth, muffling all your noises, Jaemin’s cock is brushing over your g-spot and Haechan is trying to ease his length into your ass. Lubed up with your spit and some lube laying in Jaemin’s bedside drawers, it’s made it easier than going in dry and he’s halfway right now.  

You’re stroking Jeno’s length with your left hand whilst the other helps to hold up your thigh as Jaemin and Haechan thrust into you. Jeno also has a hand wandering over your chest, pinching your nipples when your hand slows down and you whimper everytime he does. The boys are towering around you and you can’t believe you’re doing this with your closest friends.

You wonder what it would be like if Mark was here too, but unfortunately you get to ponder over that thought for long. Your brows scrunch up and you can feel something build up inside of you again, but it doesn’t feel exactly like an orgasm.

Moving your mouth off of Renjun’s length, you replace your hand over it, letting Jaemin hold it up and now, you’re able to moan as you please. “Wait…I’m- I’m,”

“Close?” Jaemin asks, his thrusting suddenly getting harsher as he rammed himself into your wet hole, momentarily keeping him then so you clench around him as well as Haechan’s, and you let got of both cocks in your hold. 

Renjun watches your eyes roll back in pleasure, Jeno moving his hand from your chest to your clit and you arch your back off the bed, nearly screaming as you squirt for the second time, all across Jaemin’s torso.

Though Jaemin doesn’t have much time to process that, his own orgasm brought on by your hole convulsing around his cock like mad. Poor boy ends up nearly falling on top of you, crying out as his dick gets overstimulated by you and he finally pulls out when it begins to hurt.

Wincing he falls back on his bed instead, cock gone soft against his thigh and Haechan grabs onto your hips, crashing his head back on Jaemin’s pillows. You are back to resting your head on him as he spreads your legs with his own, making sure you won’t be able to close your legs around the next person. 

“Junnie…pussy’s yours.” Haechan draws small circles over your clit, remembering to be gentle as he pushes his length up into you and Renjun grabs a condom, sliding it down his length before thrusting into you. 

Despite having taken Jaemin already, you feel tight to Renjun as he thrusts into you. Both his hands on your waist and you look at him through half closed eyes, a broken whimper falling from your lips as he picks up his pace. 

Jeno, not wanting to be left out, moves your hand over his dick and helps you jerk his own cock. The image of his cum shooting out and down the length of your arm has him rolling his head back, biting his lower lip.  

When you clench around Renjun, he moans but still manages to maintain his pace inside of you. “You close, ___?”

—

You seem to be climaxing at every other thrust, your body trembling with pleasure under Haechan’s and you’re so fucked, that you’ve lost sense of your surroundings. You feel something prod at your lips and you open your mouth without a second thought, two digits pushing past your lips and you don’t even have the energy to look up to see who they belong to.

You hear them coo over how fucked out you are too, before repalcing their digits with their cock and you begin to suck, mindlessly too. Whoever it is, their length is big enough to muffle your moaning but then again, all the boys seemed to be blessed with cocks long enough to rearrange your insides with one thrust.

They aren’t all that gentle but they aren’t harsh either and soon you feel hot release fill up your mouth too, before whoever it was moves back. You let your mouth relax, not bothering to swallow the release as Haechan rams his cock inside you.

With a final thrust from Haechan, he’s cumming inside you. Finger tips digging into your hips as he cries out, you’re surprised he’s got the stamina to out do Jaemin and Renjun. When he pulls out, his release drips out your convulsing hole and down to your pussy. He delivers a light slap to your folds before massaging them with his fingers and his cum.

The rest of the boys can see the mess he’s made, in the position you’re in with your ass up and face down. Haechan presses a kiss on the side of your lips, avoiding Jeno’s cum that’s dripping out your mouth as you give him a tired smile. 

“Alright, whores get out!” Haechan moves you on your back once again, grabbing a tissue from Jaemin’s bedside. The boy seemed so prepared, keeping everything within an arm's reach of the bed and you feel Haechan dab at the corner of your mouth.

“But-”

“But what?” Haechan argues back with Jaemin, tossing the cum stained tissue at him.

“...this is my room?”

“Okay, fair enough, you can stay but you two,” 

Jaemin disposes of the tissue before crawling next to you on the bed and lays his head next to yours on the pillow. 

“Sorry about your sheets.” You apologize after swallowing the cum in your mouth whilst the three other boys bicker in the background.

originally posted on ‘jaesspresso’ but i no longer have access to that blog.

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— 23 : 30 ( Jeno Lee )

͡ ⟡ 18+ under the cut, MDNI.

͡ ⟡ note // just a short scenario from my thoughts. feedback appreciated! enjoy <3

jeno places his hand firmly on the back of your neck, pressing your face further into the pillow in front of you. your screams and cries muffled, his hips rolling expertly against yours, the head of his cock repeatedly nudges against your sweet spot.

he leans down to your ear whispering the filthiest things in your ear as you continue babbling nonsense about how good he feels inside you. your cunt squeezes him repeatedly making him hiss and grip onto the sheet beside your head.

"y-you feel so fucking good baby" he curses through his teeth. you push your hips back to meet his thrust halfway, earning yet another groan from him. his voice deep bringing nothing but another wave of heat on your body.

[wholeheartedlyhaechan]

om so tw lowkey cnc

but riding Hyuck and he starts overstimulating your clit to the point you’re bent over, squealing in pleasure trying your best to bounce on his cock but he’s showing you no mercy so u fall back but he’s quick to follow, pounding u in missionary (if you’re really lucky, mating press position) until you’re a cramping sobbing mess please that would be so hot

[tyxoxo]

i’m a couple days late, i’m so sorry 😭 but here’s my answer!:

renjun eats you out with purpose! it’s like he knows exactly where you want him to be when you want him there. he paces himself and has a method that drives you insane!!

jeno eats like a bear 💀 (you seen the way he eats? he has no chill), so i think he’s a little aggressive. it’s like he’s trying to devour you, he wants you shakinggg and overstimulated. the other’s would almost have to peel him off you for their turn.

haechan… i feel like he would tease you the most, he wants to hear you beg! and, it’s a dead giveaway when he can’t stop himself from whining and moaning at your taste.

jaemin keeps his lips balmeddd!! he would have the softest lips. also, i feel like he’s soft and gentle, taking his time. he teases you a bit but not in a mean(?) way like haechan does, he just loves hearing you whine for him.

BRUHSHDHDJJD

EVEN IF I WASN’T A JENO STAN, YOUR DESCRIPTION WOULD MAKE ME FALL FOR HIM JFC!!!! ITS THE “eats like a bear” AND “the other having to peel him off of you” SKSKSKD

AND JAEMINS 😭😭😭 HE ALWAYS HAS HIS LIPS LOOKING RIGHT!!! in pretty much 90% of his pics, his lips are glossed tf up!!

[luvyeni]

— CAMERA READY; NCT DREAM 00' LINE (m)

SYNOPSYS. after filming the 5some with your friends for onlyfanz , you find yourself filming solo content with all of them , then feelings get involved.

PAIRINGS. bestfriend!haechan x fem!reader , bestfriend!jaemin x fem!reader ft. the rest of dream , itzy yuna , aespa ningning

GENRE. college au, camgirl au, smau, smut, humour, fluff, angst

WARNINGS. 18+ explicit content , language, twitter humor , death jokes

TAGLIST. just ask if you want to be tagged !

AUTHORS NOTE. yes , i started another series and it's based on this ask right here , it inspired me

PROFILE 1 | PROFILE 2

PART ONE: sugar mommy y/n

PART TWO: don't send your dick in the chat

PART THREE: movie night (written)

PART FOUR: she's delusional

PART FIVE: bitchless loser

PART SIX: #castratemen

PART SEVEN: bare fucking minimum

PART EIGHT: attention (written)

PART NINE: daddy issues

PART TEN: girls night ft. chenji

PART ELEVEN: the evening after

PART TWELVE: jaemin is a hater

PART THIRTEEN: jealous haechan

PART FOURTEEN: jumping jisung 💯❗

BONUS CHAPTERS : coming soon ...

camera ready : jeno version

camera read : renjun version

©️LUVYENI

[writemekpop]

Boy's a Liar | Lee Donghyuck (Haechan)

Summary: One day, your nudes show up everywhere in college. Did your boyfriend Haechan share them? 

Genre: College AU, cheeky Hyuck, angst

Word Count: 2k

Four letters. Blood-red, smeared over your locker in lipstick. 

SLUT.

Goosebumps ran over your body. Hands shaking, you tried to wipe the words away, but it only stained your skin red. You could hear snickering from behind you. 

Your heart was in your stomach. You heard people’s whispers.  

“I heard she sells her nudes for money.” “You know she blew the entire ice hockey team once.” “She even lets her boyfriend do anal!”

Chenle, basketball captain and mega bully, shoved past you. 

"Ever heard of plastic surgery? I wouldn’t touch that with a ten-foot pole.” He jeered and high fived his friend Jisung, who was doubled over laughing.  

You frowned. You spotted your best friend Winter and pulled her into a classroom. "What the hell's going on? Why is everyone being so mean to me?" 

Winter bit her lip. “Oh baby… you don't know?”

"Know what?"

Winter handed you her phone. "Don't shoot the messenger."

It was the Griffin college class of 2024 chat, with all 150 students. 

You nearly dropped the phone when you saw it.

It was your picture – no, it was your nude. You were lying in bed, completely naked.

“What the hell is this doing on the group chat?" 

The picture was followed by lots of comments and laughing emojis.

Winter snatched the phone back. "I think you've seen enough."

Your knees gave way and you slumped to the floor. Guilt, shame, fear, were all welling up inside you faster than you could process. You burst into tears. 

 Winter patted your back. "How did that picture even get out?"

You sniffed. "I dunno. The only person I sent it to was... Haechan."

The realisation dawned upon you. It had to have been him.  

Haechan was your boyfriend. He was the cute boy who was always ten minutes late to class, with warm brown eyes and a devilish smirk. He was the boy who would never let you leave his room without wearing something of this – a beanie, a hoodie, (his boxers, once) – so you ‘wouldn’t forget him’.   

You'd only been dating three months, but you loved him, and he loved you back… or so you thought.

You stood up. “I need to see him.” 

Winter squeezed your hand. “I’ll be here if you need me.” 

---

It wasn’t hard to find Haechan. 

He was in the cafeteria, surrounded by a group of boys, being cheered on and fist bumped. Haechan was grinning like he had just won the lottery. 

Your frown deepened the closer you got. 

“Can’t believe you smashed her, bro. Nice one!” Johnny, one of the seniors, said to Haechan. 

Haechan smiled awkwardly. “Err, thanks I guess…”

“Give us all the details!” Johnny said.

Haechan shrugged. “Well…”

When Haechan spotted you, the smile dropped off his face. 

Doyoung, another senior, pushed Haechan to the side and stepped towards you. He raked his eyes all the way down your body. 

“Hey baby girl, I heard you’re gagging for it. Wanna take this for a ride?” Doyoung grabbed his crotch, face leering.

 You resisted the urge to slap Doyoung. “The only thing I want is to run you over, asshole. Fuck you!” 

You stared at Haechan, waiting to hear the string of curses he would unleash on his friends. But he just stood there, rubbing his elbow, trying to avoid your gaze.  

You turned and sprinted out onto the field. You couldn’t take this any longer. You ran till your legs started to ache.

You heard a voice from behind you. “Y/n, wait up! Jeez, I forget you’re freakishly fast.” 

It was Haechan. You turned around to see him gripping his side, wheezing. 

His dark hair was a birds’ nest, and his brown skin was glowing with sweat. You hated that he still looked gorgeous. 

“What do you want?” you spat. 

Haechan straightened up and brushed his hair out of his face. “Y/n. I’m so sorry… the photo, I-“

“How could you send that to everyone?” you said, interrupting him. “That was meant for your eyes only!” 

Haechan shook his head vigorously. “No! I didn’t send it to everyone, I swear!”

You frowned. “Then how did it get out?”

Haechan gulped, looking incredibly uncomfortable. “Well I mean… I did send it to Jeno. But I told him not to share it with anyone! I made him swear on his mother’s life!” 

“What the fuck, Haechan! Why would you do that?” 

Haechan sighed. “Look, Jeno was bragging about all the hot girls he’s slept with, and showing me their pics. I just wanted to… be included.”

"That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard!" You shoved his chest. "I hate you!"

You turned around, ready to leave again. 

"Wait!" Haechan grabbed your arm. 

You looked into his big, shining brown eyes. Would Haechan finally take responsibility for what he’d done? 

But instead, Haechan whined, "It wasn't even me, though, it was Jeno!"

You yanked your arm away.  

You had turned down Haechan's best friend Jeno a year ago. Ever since then, he'd been cruel to you. Was this his form of payback?  

You huffed. "You’re the one who shared the photo in the first place! We're breaking up. Obviously."

Haechan made a face that reminded you of an abandoned puppy. "But why? I said sorry like a bajillion times!” 

"Oh you're sorry, are you?" You said, your voice rising. "Everyone’s calling me a mega slut, when I’ve slept with one guy. You.” You groaned. “We only had sex four times, for god’s sake!” 

"And those were the best four nights of my life!" Haechan said. "Please don't do this."

You scowled. "Why do you need me, anyway? You could have any girl you wanted… Mr Stud. Oh, face it, you loved the attention. All those guys clapping you on the back…”  

Haechan screwed up his lip. "What do you want me to say? Those guys didn't even know my name before this!” 

"Well you have plenty of time to hang out with them," you said. “Coz don’t have a girlfriend anymore.” 

Haechan hung his head, brown hair flopping over his eyes. 

You sniffed. You’d wanted to be tough, but you it was impossible. Tears began rolling down your cheeks. "What if my parents find out? Or my professors? Can people get expelled over this? Oh my god!"

Haechan stretched his arm put to comfort you, but he pulled it back at the last minute. He stood there in awkward silence as you sobbed. 

After a few minutes, you finally managed to stop your tears. You felt utterly exhausted. 

Haechan was still standing there. He was digging his nails into his palm, the way you knew he only did when he was extremely stressed. 

You both stared at each other, waiting for the other to speak first. 

"I'd like you to leave now, Haechan." 

Haechan sucked in a breath, his brown eyes glistening. "Okay, I'll go. But I really hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me." 

You scoffed and turned away. You couldn't look at Haechan right now. One glimpse of his cute nose or the moles on his cheek would be enough to melt your heart.  

You didn't turn back until his footsteps had completely retreated. 

---

The next three weeks were rough, though nothing was as hellish as that first day.  

Mostly people had gone back to ignoring you, but you still avoided any parties or big gatherings. 

What hurt the most was losing Haechan. 

He wasn't just your boyfriend; he was your best friend too. You missed cuddling him at the end of a long day, you missed hearing him sing in the shower and then come out in nothing but a towel and a smirk. 

You also missed the sex. You had barely started doing it, and you were enjoying getting to know his body and your own. You had just discovered that Haechan's weak spot was his ear lobe, and that if you kissed it just right, he would purr. 

You should never have sent that stupid nude. You should never have trusted Haechan. 

You felt like the ground had disappeared beneath your feet.

Haechan had texted you a thousand times, but you ignored them all. At least he had the decency to stay away from you in class. He'd just watch you from the other side of the room, a mopey expression glued to his face. 

---

The next day, you were in the library, face buried in an organic chemistry textbook, when you started hearing increasingly loud murmurs.

You looked up and saw people running out of the library.

You were about to get back to your homework when you saw Winter running towards you. 

She was waving at you frantically. "Y/n, come quick! It's Haechan!"

Your heart was in your throat as you followed Winter and the increasing crowd of students into the cafeteria. 

When you saw Haechan, you gasped. 

Haechan was standing on top of a table in the centre of the cafeteria. His arms were spread wide, and he was shouting at the top of his lungs. 

"My name is Haechan and I'm twenty-two years old." He yelled. "And this..." He reached for his belt buckle. "Is me naked. Take a good look, people!" 

The crowd collectively gasped. 

Haechan shoved down his trousers and underpants to his ankles, and stood there, hand on his hips. 

You could see his strong tanned legs, his muscled butt, the dark patch of curly hair at the base of his completely exposed penis.

You smacked your hand across your mouth, unable to believe what was happening. 

Everyone was staring. Some people started giggling, others pulled out their phone and started recording. 

Winter, who was standing by your side, started to boo, but you elbowed her in the ribs, shutting her up. 

"Get down from there at once!" The piercing voice of the Dean shocked everyone. Most people dispersed. 

Haechan got down and pulled up his pants. He walked towards you, seemingly unbothered by the yelling professors and laughing students all around. 

He stopped in front of you and stuck his hand out. 

"Hi, I'm Haechan," he said, smiling. 

You shook his hand tentatively, ignoring the way your skin buzzed where you touched him. 

"Err... what are you doing?" You asked, half chuckling. 

Haechan's expression turned serious. "Look, Y/n. I know what I just did doesn't make up for what I did to you but... I'd really like for us to start again. I miss you, a lot." 

You paused. "Hmm... I don't know about that, Haechan."

Haechan's entire body deflated. He looked devastated as he nodded solemnly. "I completely understand," he said, turning away.

"Wait!" 

Haechan turned around. His eyes met yours.

"But… I will let you buy me a coffee. And we can take it from there."

Haechan could have beat his chest with happiness. 

—

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A (not so) little secret

Spencer Reid x fem!reader

word count: 3.3k

Summary: even though you and Spencer have kept yours private pretty well, one night the universe seems determined to let everyone know.

warnings: established relationship but still secret, a mention of sex, and some references. I think that's all

The sound of the phone ringing pulled you out of your sweet and recent dream and when you opened your eyes you needed a moment to get your bearings. You were on a soft bed, a thin sheet covering your half-naked body, and the room smelled of lavender emanating from a humidifier. When you moved a bit you collided with a warm lump and that was the piece to finish building the scene: you were at Spencer’s house. You opened your eyes and that's when you saw that it was the purple phone on the nightstand that was ringing, next to the alarm clock with bright letters that said 4:00 am.

You had ended up in the man's apartment after a long day at work with the promise of ordering food at home and resting for a while, but at some point the kissing on the couch escalated to ending up in bed; it wasn't something you complained about, of course. He always took care of making you feel so good and had a resistance that came to surprise you, so you enjoyed each other for a long time. You were a little sore (in a good way) and exhausted by the end, but the thought that you would be able to rest up late the next morning had comforted you greatly. You would have fallen asleep barely two hours before then, but since the noise didn't seem to disturb your boyfriend's sleep and you were closer to the device, you decided to reach out to pick up the call.

"Hello?" you sighed sleepily. You couldn't imagine who could want something at that hour, although the fear that it was a call from Bennington Sanitarium about Diana's health made you think it would be irresponsible not to answer.

"Reid?" asked the voice on the other end of the line and you recognized it immediately.

"Hotch?" you murmured, a little more lucid. As soon as the last name was out of your mouth, you realized how stupid you'd been to answer instead of waking Spencer up for him to answer. It was your boss, calling the landline of one of his agents, and it turns out that it was you who had answered.

“Y/L/N?” he spoke again, sounding confused. "Are you with Reid?"

You were silent for a second as panic washed over you, your brain working at full speed to think of what to say.

“Huh… yes. I didn’t feel very well and he said that I could stay here” you confessed. Technically it was the truth, although you preferred to spare yourself the intimate details. 

Even though it wasn't a crime to go out with unit mates, if it was a little… how can I put it? Immoral maybe? It could take away from your objectivity in cases and it was definitely a distraction at work, but when it came to Spencer Reid, no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't help it.

You had already been together for a few months. You realized you had feelings for him after he offered to stay with you for some days in the hospital to care for the gunshot wound that grazed your shoulder during an unfortunate event. It was so nice to be under his care, he brought you delicious food all the time, every day he bought new flowers for the next vase and always made sure you were comfortable.

Probably the daily stress had clouded your vision a bit, but in an environment so far removed from all your work, it was when you realized how wonderful Spencer could be, and let's be honest, men like that don't grow on trees in droves. It didn't take long for you to buy him a drink, just to thank him for all he'd done for you, but then the dates became recurring. One night the two of you finally talked about what you wanted for your future and then decided to start something formal.

At first it was easy to hide it in the office, after all no one would have reason to suspect anything. Morgan was annoying sometimes, thinking that he was the only one who noticed how you looked at each other, but the others hardly noticed. The problem was when, over the months, the connection between you strengthened romantically and physically, coupled with the sweet nicknames with which you called Spencer in private that on more than one occasion almost slipped from your lips.

By this point you were enjoying being with him so much that you honestly didn't care what the team might think about the relationship, you thought hiding it was more of a habit than a necessity, but you didn't know if Spencer felt the same way. You hadn't really needed to talk to him about it, at least not until now.

“Okay, then tell him that something urgent came up. I need you both to come to the office as soon as possible because in a few hours we are flying to Boston."

"Okay, we'll be there"

"Fine"

The communication was cut off there and when you turned after hanging up the phone you noticed that Spencer had already woken up, probably by the sound of your voice having a chat. He looked so cute and sleepy that you couldn't help but caress his face with your palm to help him wake up.

"What's going on?"

“It was Hotch. They need us in the office”

"I figured," he grumbled, stretching a little to shake the numbness out of his body.

“He realized that I am here. I'm sorry"

"It's okay, love. Don't worry about it,” he said, totally calm, as he stood up and gave you an absent-minded kiss on the cheek. He got up and started rummaging through the closet for something decent to wear over the black boxer shorts he was wearing, while you rubbed your face with your open palms "How do you feel?"

"Tired" you laughed, unconsciously covering your torso with the sheet. You still didn't feel confident that he would see you naked for so long, even though you had already had sex on considerable occasions "So you're not angry?"

"Angry? Why should I be?"

"Because he knew I'm here" you answered softly and he stopped what he was doing to look at you. You knew it took Spencer a few minutes to fully wake up, though he seemed quite conscious as he knelt on the side of the mattress you were on so he could speak. "I mean… do you think we're going to get in trouble?"

"I don't think so" he replied, as one of his hands slid down your bare leg to rest on your knee "Does it bother you that he knows?"

"No, no. I'm just… I'm worried that he'll send us to different departments”

“Just because we're dating? He would never do that” Reid laughed, finding your panic a little cute “He would lose his best agent”

"Are you referring to you or are you referring to me?"

"Applies to both" he replied quickly. You thought he would be more reluctant about the matter, so you practically took a load off your mind seeing him so calm by your suggestion “Actually I've been thinking about it a lot lately. Garcia and Kevin had no problems with their relationship so… why would it be any different with us?

"Because they weren’t in the same unit"

"So you don't want to try it?" he asked, sounding a bit dejected. Apparently it was a subject on which he had previously reflected.

“Of course I do, Spence. If you want to do it, then so do I" you assured him. He looked at you with some admiration and smiled happily, feeling satisfied with the answer “So it's a fact? Shall we just say it, just like that?” you muttered nervously.

Spencer took a few seconds and you could almost see the gears of his brain working behind his front.

“First we can talk to Hotch and explain the situation. Then there will be an opportunity to tell the others."

"Good"

“But we can discuss that another time, okay? for now just… get dressed. Not that I'm jealous, but I wouldn't want to see you walking around in nothing but your panties”

"Perhaps you would like it, what you would not like is for others to see me" you argued, managing to get a giggle out of him before he got up to continue with what he was doing. 

It didn't take long for you guys to get ready, and considering it was early morning, Spencer rummaged through his closet for a hoodie he could fit you into, even though you'd refused. You didn't even bother to dress up, you just tied up a messy ponytail and walked out of the place like that.

Normally you arrived at the office at different times, almost always the fifteen minutes between each subway schedule, but you thought that right now that was the least important thing. Although he didn't like to drive, he let you sit in the passenger seat of the light blue car that he only used in very necessary cases.

During the journey you got distracted looking at the city lights and at some point these lulled you so much that you ended up asleep against the seat. Spencer made sure to drive more carefully and avoid potholes, until he parked outside the FBI building. When he stopped and looked at you so peacefully, he wished he could just leave you like this, even though he knew everyone was probably already waiting for you inside.

Despite the urgency that the situation required he took a moment to look at you, feeling his chest swell with love. A part of him was guiltily glad you'd answered that call, because for the past week he'd wanted to talk to you about stopping keeping things secret and that had given him the perfect excuse. He wanted to have more moments like this with you, not just limit himself to giving you his love imprisoned by the four walls of an apartment.

“Hey,” he called to you in a small voice, when he finally snapped out of his trance, leaning down to stroke your arm hoping you'd react “We're here, pretty. Wake up"

You let out a groan, clearly not wanting to leave, and when you opened your eyes you felt your eyelids completely heavy. By way of persuading you, Spencer reached up to kiss your lips, in a prolonged and loving way that helped you remove all traces of sleepiness.

Inside the car you were oblivious to anything, without knowing that a person had been watching everything with their mouths open. Emily Prentiss practically ran to get to the office before you did and once she entered she desperately searched for the rest of her coworkers, finding Morgan, Garcia, and JJ talking to each other.

“Prentiss. where in such a hurry?

"You won't believe what I just saw," she said, without even saying hello, and the three of them stopped talking to pay attention to her, after all the tone warned them of a sure gossip "Reid was kissing a girl in his car"

“Spencer?” Garcia said, sounding incredulous but also excited.

"Yeah! I was getting out of my car when I saw him park with a girl in the passenger seat and then he leaned over to kiss her. Do you think she’s his girlfriend?

“Maybe we interrupted him in the middle of an adventure. Poor boy,” Morgan laughed, feeling sorry for his younger friend.

“I didn't get a good look at her face, but she was wearing a hoodie like… grey? I think so, it was grey."

The conversation was interrupted by the sound of the elevator opening and the three of them turned to see who it was. There was Hotch, of course, Rossi next to him, and behind both of you were Spencer and you.

"Thank you all for coming. Let's go to the meeting room” your boss announced, not stopping his walk and waiting for the rest of you to follow. Everyone ignored Rossi's greeting as Emily's eyes widened and she jerked her head in your direction, as if trying to make out some feature. JJ nearly choked on her own saliva when she noticed your gray hoodie, while Penelope and Derek shared a knowing look at the obviousness of it all.

You two didn't even notice what the rest were up to, so before long the whole team was already seated at the round table. It was a custom not to sit next to Reid, partly so you wouldn't be tempted to touch him, but also so you could look at him all the time.

When JJ started giving you the details of the case you were fighting to keep your eyes open, feeling disgusted and worried about the serial killer you had to profile this time, but also completely exhausted. Spencer's hoodie felt so comfortable that you hugged yourself hoping for some comfort, and then you noticed that he was looking at you. You smiled at him from where you were, wishing you could sit on his lap to listen to the rest of the meeting, while he circled his index finger on the left side of his chest, where his heart was. It was a sign he had adopted to let you know you were there. Derek, who was next to him, watched the exchange out of the corner of his eye and smiled to himself. Several times he had noticed his coworker doing that but until now he could understand why.

“We're leaving for Boston in an hour, just pack your bags and come back here. We'll better build the profile on the jet,” Hotch announced, and most nodded as he got up from their seats. Except for you, who leaned your cheek against the table.

"It's honestly not how I planned to spend my Saturday morning," Penelope complained, pouting in disappointment.

"Well, neither do I, but this isn't paperwork that can wait for Monday”

"Are you alright, lover boy?" Morgan asked now, paying attention to Reid's hunched posture. "You look like you're going to pass out at any moment”

"We didn't sleep well"

"We?" Prentiss pointed out accusingly. Spencer frowned at her, not noticing his mistake, but when he finally did, nerves invaded him.

"I meant me. I didn’t sleep well. I had… some things to do”

Yes, things.

"Huh, I see," she scoffed, not believing him one bit. That he had spoken in the plural and you were in the same condition only gave the team the confirmation they needed.

You had spent the night together.

"See you in a bit," Rossi said goodbye and the rest soon left through the same door as him. Only when Spencer made sure no one around did he come up to you.

"How come you can fall asleep anywhere?"

“It's my superpower. You're a genius, I have this” you teased, hearing your boyfriend giggle before taking a seat next to you. Once he was there, he started stroking your back gently, as if he wanted to comfort you.

"I take you home?"

"If there is no other option" you sighed, getting up from your comfortable position only to lean against his chest in a hug. Spencer loved physical contact, so he didn't put up the slightest resistance. "Have you ever thought what it would be like for us if we had normal jobs?"

"What do you mean?"

"Outside the FBI"

"Do you want to quit?" he asked, feeling alarmed, but you shook your head against his chest.

"No, is not that. I love this unit. I only asked myself if it would be easier if we worked on something... I don't know, less demanding, that would allow us to have days off or that it wouldn't take us out of your apartment at 4 in the morning. Something safer” 

"If that were the case, we wouldn’t have met"

“Did you always want to be an FBI agent?” you asked, raising your head so you could look at him. Your eyes looked bright in the light from the room, something Spencer couldn't ignore.

"Not always. There was a time when I wanted to be a cowboy”

"A cowboy?" you laughed, but with no intention of mocking. Of all the occupations that was the one you had least imagined for a mini-Reid "Well, you know what they say, save a horse..."

You expected him to complete the sentence, but seeing him scowling because he clearly didn't understand your country reference was enough to make you laugh and ask him to just forget it.

"And you? Did you always want to be an agent?”

"No," you said immediately. You had thought about it many times “When I was little I wanted to be a vet”

“A cowboy and a vet. That doesn't sound so far-fetched, maybe one day I would have even called you to take care of one of my animals."

"And then I would have fallen in love with the gorgeous cowboy Mr. Spencer Reid" you smiled, looking affectionately into the pretty eyes of the aforementioned "Can you imagine?"

"Maybe we really were already destined"

You liked to believe so. You liked to think on a daily basis that as horrible as being a profiler could be, every decision in your life had been worth it just to get to know people like your coworkers. That the world wasn't so horrible if it had allowed you to have a boyfriend as wonderful as the man in front of you.

"You're the best I have, you know that?" you exclaimed without hesitation "The best" you repeated and Spencer pulled you back into a hug just to avoid the embarrassment of you seeing his slightly moist eyes. Your face was leaning comfortably against him and your ear enjoyed the soft beat of his myocardium “I like to hear your heart”

“Did you know that a study showed that two people's heartbeats can be synchronized when they are in love?”

When he told you this, your ear was pressed against his chest and your hand went up to your neck to press it on the pulse line, paying attention to the rhythm of both of you. You smiled widely when you saw that, as always, your boyfriend was correct.

“And if one day we part ways? Will we keep beating at the same time?”

“I don't know, but I don't plan on checking either,” he assured you. Spencer really did see a future with you, and you inevitably did the same.

Before you got up you made sure to kiss him nicely on the lips and you left the boardroom hand in hand, arguing over which of your departments you would go to first. You didn't count on the fact that JJ would still be at the entrance, that when you arrived she looked at your perfectly intertwined hands.

"Hi," you said nervously, both of you letting go as a reflex, "Why haven't you left yet?"

“I need to close the door. I have the keys” she smiled. It was obvious, but you had forgotten it because you were chatting.

"Huh, yeah. We are very sorry. See you in a while"

"Good trip," she said, with the most teasing smile she'd ever given you.

You two rushed out of there and when you got to the elevator you couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"For God's sake, is today the day we have to expose ourselves to the whole world?" you exhaled, covering your face with both hands to hide your blush.

"At least no one has seen us kiss yet"

If Emily had been in that elevator, she would have laughed in Spencer's face.

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also there’s something about being called ‘my girl’ that just makes me go absolutely insane. like if jeno had me under him with his hand around my neck and said “that’s my girl” as he pounded me to the depths of hell, i’d probably come so hard, i’d pass out.

that pet name(?) has me frothing in the mouth i’m not even kidding. or in the prone bone position with him… oh my god 😭😭 please fill me up and call me that.