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ventioculus · 3 years ago

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pairings: alpha!jaemin x omega!reader

genre: smut, a/b/o, sports au ish

warnings: dom!jaemin, brat!reader, choking, gagging, slight degradation, spit kink, praising, slight manhandling, biting/marking, a lil overstimulation, breeding, buldging kink, slight possessive behavior, slapping, a teensy bit of subdrop, cockwarming

a christmas present for my bestie and everyone else as well :D merry christmas!!

Never in the universities years have they ever had an omega on the basketball team, nonetheless varsity. It was a school wide shock, the talk of the entire school. Almost impossible to walk five feet to your next class without someone stopping you with a notepad, and writing you like you were the greatest thing since sliced bread. And after practices, there'd be crowds of students watching you, awestruck at how amazing you were and not to mention how perfect everything was about you.

There's a reason why you're on varsity, you put in the extra effort of making sure your body's in perfect shape for basketball season. The muscles in your arms and legs were enough to prove it, your strength was unmatched. You never back down without a good fight. Girls basically being thrown around whenever there's a jump ball you're included in. You're aggressive on the court, the ground- almost like a second home when you're diving for the ball, fighting for it to stay on your side. Banking shots left and right even stealing the ball all came with hard work and determination. You never stopped, even when you were tired you kept pushing. It's all easy to you, second nature some may say

You were an MVP.

Newspapers sold city wide showing you off as their star player, making other schools know exactly who you were. And they hated you, envied how you viewed the court with such ease. How you could run up and down the whole game without needing a break for water or to catch your breath. The way you were so quick and light on your feet was also something they dispised. How you could dribble your way into an open lane that was originally heavily guarded, an easy layup. Seriously, how you're mind worked was amazing. And yeah they hated you, but those teams also wanted you. Other girls wanted to be you.

Now hot in the season, the most recent game was a complete masterpiece and not to mention, the game that decides who moves on to the championships. Plays were successful, at least 81% of shots were made (Coach had a long talk with everyone afterwards). The score ended with an eight point lead and the after party was just as fantastic.

University students filled the frat house, beer cans and red solos in hand as they partied and celebrated the win of the boys and girls playoffs. Each hour more and more people would fill, joining in on the fun. Hell, even the coaches joined.

And as all that went down, you were upstairs with a not very happy Jaemin.

It was a tough game for him. The boys coach nagging and yelling at Jaemin for his 'sorry excuse of plays.' Coach has been eating away at Jaemins anger and pushing him any chance he could which caused Jaemin to put a lot of pressure on himself.

One mistake was all it took for Jaemin to stomp off the court after that time out was called. You recall chasing after him into the boys locker room, knowing damn well that Coach wasn't going to be happy with his behavior. There wasn't anything you could do to calm him really, he was stubborn and wouldn't agree on anything you said to him.

"That last technical was on me!" Jaemin yelled, kicking his water bottle to the wall in frustration. "And no its not fucking fine! Coach is gonna be up my ass for anything until we win."

You let out a sigh. "You're up by ten with barely two minutes left in the last quarter, Jaemin."

"Thats enough time for the other team to catch up." He got close to your face, backing you up until you hit a locker. His hot breath fanning your face with a look of bloodlust. "I'm costing the team two shots with that technical. God, I'm so fucking stupid."

Jaemin rested his head in the crook of your neck, clentching and un-clentching his jaw as he let your scent fill his nose. The smell so sweet that he only found comfort whenever he could sense it. Letting it linger and calm himself before he lifted his head back up, eyes focused on your hooded ones.

"You trust your alpha right?"

"Of course." You say with ease, his arm wrapping around your waist.

"Good. I'm gonna fucking need you later."

This led to where you are now. Sitting comfortably on Jaemins lap, his eyes shut. He wasn't sleeping just thinking of the game over and over as he played with your basketball shorts, hand sliding under the silk like fabric to skim over your thigh.

If only the school knew how you played off the court. Their favorite MVP omega would look so very different in their eyes.

To an omega, you can sense the vexation coming off of him. His vibe completely off and unsatisfied with the game that he couldn't come to a stopping point. However, his advances were obvious the more he hiked your shorts up. The more he danced his fingers along your hip ready to play, Jaemin had to relieve himself someway and he was heading in the direction he wanted the most.

"Alpha," You began, hand raking along his glistening abs, tempting to inch closer to his pelvic region. "The game was fine. I don't see why you need to beat yourself over it."

His hands fly to your ass, pulling you directly onto his soft clothed dick. "Don't try me. Coach is already screwing with me and I can't seem to make him happy. No matter how many times someone tells me I did good, he finds something to criticize."

You move against him with ease. Thick cock hardening with each stroke against his shorts, leaking precum against them. Plush lips opening with a sigh, eyes fluttering open to meet your movements with a groan.

"Coach talks shit to his favorite players, haven't you noticed? Still, the team won. That's all that matters in the end."

"But I did nothing to contribute. I screwed up." He growled.

Biting your lip, cock now growing against his stomach. Aching to be released, your finger running over the outline in thought over Jaemins words. There was an issue with how he spoke, like he was the only one on the team that needed to do anything for it to count as a good game. You despised it. The team wouldn't be the same without Jaemin, however there was no need for him to think just because he's an MVP, doesn't mean he has to act like one.

"You're so pompous."

"Pompous?! Because I know my worth?"

You shook your head, "You're an uptight player with no sense of the word team."

Jaemin poked his tongue to his cheek, fingers digging into the skin of your ass. His hand came into contact quick, hips stuttering from the impact with nothing more than a frown playing on his face. "I have more sense than a stupid omega that doesn't know how to keep her mouth shut. What good does this mouth do you anyway, other than getting on my nerves?" He tapped your cheek. Not strong enough to leave a mark, but enough to make your face move to the side.

"Don't humor me." You tug his shorts down just enough for his tip to peak through. The slick of his precum dripping just below his belly button. Your finger dipping at the salty liquid, bringing it to your tongue for a taste.

"Then keep your mouth shut like a good omega."

"No, I don't think I will." You say smugly, knowing the consequences when you don't listen. But Jaemin let you have your fun instead, chuckling at your innocent yet dirty voice.

"Its like you're begging to be ruined."

You smirk to yourself, hand rubbing his tip with little to zero ounce of gentleness. Eyes screwing shut, sucking the air in like a drug. Jaemin instinctively bucking his hips to get more than just friction. Leaning more towards desperation, his cock head now pink and glossy. Other hand pulling his shorts further down along with his boxers, lifting your hips to leave them around his ankles. Fat cock screaming for pleasure, your mouth drooled for a taste.

"Go on." He urged, "Taste it."

Jaemin tangled his fingers in your hair, dragging you to lick his painfully erect dick. Tongue dragged over the underside from his balls to the head. The salty precum leaving him more as you licked at his hole, more easily gushing out when he moaned. Collecting it all on your tongue from his lower abdomen, leaving nothing behind.

Adoration as he gazed, breath hitching when you wrapped your lips around him. Taking him slowly and inching yourself down, the stretch hurting your throat already on the verge of letting up. Head was pushed further along with his hips lifting to where your lips touched his stomach, a satisfying sigh leaving his mouth. Chuckling, he rested his head against the headboard. Keeping you in place, gag reflex rejecting the intrusion Jaemin put in you. Throat convulsed, shutting your eyes to not focus on the awful feeling, only trying to please the alpha.

Nasty choking sounds bounced off the walls, lucky the music and talking downstairs canceled any chance of someone hearing.

"Filthy omega mouth. Only good for one thing... and that's getting me off."

You moaned, sending vibrations up his shaft as a shiver went up his spine. Salivation pooling at the corners of your lips, threatening to spill any second. And that's how Jaemin liked it, messy. Other hand coming to smear the drool on your lips with his fingers, delicately bobbing you head so more saliva would drip from your chin and to his balls. And the more he continued, the harder it was to focus on breathing through your nose. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes just from the sheer sense of not being able to breathe properly. Nonetheless it was wiped away with a single thumb. The hum from Jaemin- a content one at that, adoring you getting so messy. And all for him.

"So disgusting." He commented, still rubbing drool around your mouth as he released the hold on you, pushing you off.

Coughing and wiping your mouth, you sat back on his lap to catch your breath. Jaemin stroked himself with a grin. Urging you to try again, cooing at the way you unconsciously moved against his thigh. Your slick soiling the silk material as well as your underwear. Thigh now damp, warm slick doing nothing but making him bite his lip. A copper taste on his tongue.

"Do I turn you on this much, alpha? So needy and I hardly did anything. It's no wonder you needed me so badly." Still rubbing his cock, the crooked smile on his face had anything but amusement written on it.

"Do you enjoy being a pretentious pet? Maybe you don't deserve this after all."

"But I'm such a good girl." You fake pout, "I deserve it all!"

Jaemin rolled his head back. Eyes closing to continue lazily jerking himself off, swatting you hand away when you attempted to help him.

"Just watch if you wanna keep acting like a brat." He stated. His mouth opening, hand speeding up to get closer to his orgasm. The moans- obviouy fake just to grab your attention, even stopping you from any movement so you'd have all eyes on him and his throbbing cock.

Veins in his arms becoming more prominent as his hand tightened, the other lingering on your thigh.

Tapping his sticky tip, a string connected like he knew it was going to happen. Loving how you ate him up with such a harsh gaze.

"I wanna taste you."

Jaemin mumbles, "Thats not my problem, omega."

"But I wanna swallow your cum." So vile and shameless you were, Jaemin had to bring you near his lips. To feel something, or breathe in your scent. Possibly something else...

"Swallow my spit instead." Jaemin carelessly locked his lips with yours, keeping your mouth open like a French kiss, only to spit in your mouth. It tasted like alcohol, yet you didn't waste it. Swallowing without a second thought, happily sticking your tongue out to show him. "Thats a good girl!"

He continued holding you against his chest, petting your hair. Fist still wrapped around his dick, moving faster and closer to cumming.

"Please, alpha." You pathetically beg, hand inching towards to wrap around his fist. "Let me touch you. I'll make you feel good."

Jaemin takes your hand into his, taking his cock in your own. Sensitivity taking over him, shaking as he hissed. Steadily in an up and down motion, the coolness of your hand feeling amazing on his warm dick.

You kissed along his collarbone, eyeing his clentching abs as his dick twitched in your hand, "Gonna cum?"

"Yes, baby. Keep going." Hand wrapped around yours dug into your knuckles. Groaning, Jaemin began tugging your hair, abs tightening as spurts of cum shot onto his stomach and onto his and your hand. The warm white liquid spilling from the tip like it wasn't about to stop. "Clean me off." Lifting his hand to your mouth, you cleaned him off like a starved animal. Now licking away the cum on his abdomen and your hand as if it weren't there in the first place.

Jaemin pat the top of your head, signifying you were doing well.

Then he slid down the bed, now resting his head on the pillow. A giant smile on his face as he tugged at your shorts, "Off."

"Do it yourself." You reply.

At this point, he had enough. Flipping you over with ease, stripping you of everything in seconds. Leaving you bare for only his eyes.

"Stupid omega, always have to test her alpha. You love being put in your place, huh?" Spreading your legs forcefully, he suddenly bit the inside of your thigh. A scream filling his ears at how harsh he bit down, almost enough to draw blood.

He licked over the now reddened area, kissing, then biting again all up your thigh until he stopped where you needed him most.

"Jaemin," You bucked up, hoping he'd put his mouth on you. "I need your tongue."

"Need or want? Getting your words mixed up, baby. You don't need it, I can leave you like this with nothing if I really wanted to."

"But you won't." You speak confidently, "You love to taste me."

Jaemin couldn't disagree. Staring at you with a shit eating grin before taking a long flick up your slit. Sweet slick making his eyes roll back, tongue dipping into your heat to taste more. Its so rough, you can hear the slurping sounds coming from him. All you could do was lay there and take it. Tugging at the strands of messy hair on Jaemins head, the only thing keeping you sane with how vigorous and starved he suddenly became.

Slick painted his chin, your core pulsing and spilling more as well as spit from Jaemin. The lewd sounds so intense mixed with your moans, you were sure at least some people could hear at this point. Jaemin didn't mind. Flicking your clit with his tongue, swirling around the sensitive bud to pull you closer into a gut wrenching sensation. It would come too quick, a record for himself if he managed to make you cum so soon with hardly any penetration.

And somehow, he pulled it off.

You're screaming when he doesn't stop, body still quivering and thighs squeezing around him. Vision almost going blank, voice breaking when you moaned, "F-fuck, Jaemin!" Hands taking hold just under the back of your thighs, tearing them away from his face. You fought to close them again, bearing too much already. "No more, I can't take it!"

"Didn't you say you needed this?" He muttered against your folds, "Did my pretty omega lie to me?"

You shook your head sheepishly. Not making any eye contact, afraid he wouldn't stop for the rest of the night.

"Then you will take what I give you. And when I'm done, you'll say 'thank you, alpha' like a good pet. Do you understand?"

"Yes, alpha."

Jaemin slaps your thigh, jerking you forward into his mouth. The more he lapped, the more you saw stars in your blurry vision. You were positive you eventually passed out. Excessive nipping and flicking at your clit was too extreme. Though when he noticed you black out, he didn't cease and continued until you came again. Almost like a resurrection, you arched into the bed and whined loudly as the final wave of your orgasm hit. Tugging and squirming against Jaemin.

"What do you say?"

"T-thank you, alpha."

Jaemin laid his hand atop your stomach, emotion no where to be found. The silence eating away at you, hoping he'd do something before you did it yourself. And luckily he did, though it was unexpected when he kept his hand put, but his cock was already pressed into your entrance. Jaemin didn't care how sore you you were, sliding into you easily as you placed your hands on his chest to slow him before ruthlessly pounding into your heat.

The amount of slick mixed with cum made it easy to slide deep, tip meeting your sweet spot with a rough kiss in an instant. And his hand that rested on your belly could feel himself, the outline of his thrusts that felt so good. A cocky smirk playing on his lips as he did nothing more than replace his hand with yours.

You didn't know how to respond. Of course you knew Jaemin was big, but that big...You wanted to wipe that smirk off his face before he had any other thoughts however it was too late and his mind was already on the run with ideas.

"I could do this all night if I wanted to." He roughly bucked forward, "Could fill you up, breed you, show everyone their favorite omega is nothing more than a cumdump for her alpha. It'd be perfect!"

You whine at the thought, clentching around his cock thinking of being bred with his pups. However it couldn't happen anytime soon, the idea that he could spill his seed inside you if he so wanted made your mind spin. "You're s-so full of yourself, a-alpha."

Jaemin cups your cheeks, smiling like he wasn't wrecking your insides. "Because I know my omega wants it. I'll breed this pretty pussy so good, keep you with me forever so you can't leave. Only be mine." His hands now at your throat, pressing into the sides as your mouth kept open.

"I-I've only b-been yours." You choke, hand wrapping around his wrists. Not drawing him off, but there like a sense of security.

"Of course. But I like when I make the other boys jealous."

Jaemin attacks your lips. Messily kissing while still choking you. His tongue pushes past your lips, playing with your tongue. The taste of alcohol still evident and intoxicating, you wanted more. Forcing yourself onto him, clashing teeth in the process.

His free hands stray to your breats, fondling the hard bud sweetly. Removing his lips, he now dipped down to your other breast. Sucking on your chest, tongue licking over your nipple, Pushing your chest in his face on instinct, Jaemin loved how you reacted. Tweaking, sucking, anything to get you worked up and begging for him is what he craved.

Cock aching, that familiar feeling quickly returning. Wrapping your legs around his waist, bringing him in closer- deeper, for his cum that would soon shoot into your cunt. But for now, Jaemin wanted to savor the feeling before his release, savor how your walls always felt so tight whenever he fucked you. How wet you still seemed to be, and only for him.

With your head pushed in the pillow, neck being squeezed- Jaemin happily let himself cum. Shooting his load in your walls, cum threatening to spill each time he pulled his hips back. However, his continuous thrusts shoved his cum further into your cunt. Nearing your own orgasm, he rubbed your wet clit.

"Alpha, alpha!" You scream, "Feels so good, alpha!"

"I know, baby. Keep going for me. Come on you can give me one more, I know you can."

You dug your nails onto his wrist. Your orgasm taking over you like a sudden rush of adrenaline, chanting Jaemins name until you finally settled down the best you could, still finding yourself in a subdrop.

"Thats it, baby. Shh-" Jaemin kissed your cheek, moving your messy hair from your face to kiss anywhere he could, "Baby, you did so well. I'm so proud of you." He repeatedly kissed your face. Inching you closer into a reality you couldn't understand just yet. Playing with your hair, literally anything to bring you completely back to him. "You okay?" He questions, lifting your chin to give you that lovely Na Jaemin smile you're used as you returned the gesture and nodded.

Jaemin was about to pull out, you stopped him by bucking your hips back into his. "No! I wanna stay like this."

How could Jaemin say no to his baby after all this?

After situating himself into a more comfortable position, you spoke, "Jaemin..?"

"Mhm?"

"I still think you're a pompous asshole."

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YES HURT AND COMFORT MY FAVOURITE GENRE MMMMMMM I LOVE THIS THANK U 😭🫂

[11:19] “Look at this slut leak.” Jaemin plastered a wide smile, his eyes staring right at your hole that leaked his and Haechan’s cum.

“Haha, hyung look!” Jaemin laughed as he pumped his dick, hard once again even when he was just inside you minutes ago.

You laid on your back, catching your breath. Whimpering when Jaemin touched your thighs as he spread your legs open. The mere touch has you sensitive but Jaemin laughing hurt a little.

You sniffed as Jaemin’s laugh got to you, “such a meanie.” You mumbled, pouting as you swatted Jaemin’s hands off your thighs and curled in a ball.

“Don’t be mean, Jaemin. Are you okay doll?” Mark comes up to the bed, his knees settling on the cushion caging you on both side as he hovered above you.

Mark tried kissing you on your cheek, forehead, and lips but to no use. You were still sad and pouty and though Mark’s kisses made it feel slightly better, he didn’t kiss you were you wanted it.

You huff turning away from Mark. “Baby...” he calls you out, his hand goes down to your thigh to tug you closer to him.

“You know I can’t kiss you properly if you don’t look at me, right?” He reminds you like a doll who needs to be instructed. His doll...

You nod slowly. It does makes sense, you think.

Slowly moving back to your back, you’re suddenly met with Mark. His eyes bore into yours in a serious manner and all of a sudden you’re intimidated by his aura.

Mark notices the frown that appears on your face, his eyebrows furrowing, cooing at how cute you look with your lips out in a pout.

“Now what does my baby want, hmm?” He asks, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

With tears in your eyes, you spoke.

“Please kiss me, Mark.”

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SO CUTE SOOOOOO CUTE 😭😭😭 LOVE THIS CONCEPT SO MUCH THANK U

[6:20 p.m.]

Reformed Fuckboy!Jaehyun x Shy!Female Reader

Content: fluff, suggestive themes, opposites attract!au, established relationship!au

Summary: Your boyfriend seems a little more excited about shopping for your undies than you are.

Disclaimer: This writing is a fictional piece made for entertainment purposes only and is not a reflection of real life/reality.

A/N: If you think this is an additional part of a fic series you’ve read, then you’re right :)

YOU DON’T KNOW WHY YOUR FEET CARRIED YOU TO VICTORIA’S SECRET WITH JAEHYUN IN TOW. WELL, IT’S NOT THAT YOU’RE COMPLETELY CLUELESS ON THE REASON—YOU NEEDED NEW UNDERWEAR.

But why go shopping for bras and undies with your boyfriend instead of Jennie and Seulgi?

And now, you’ve already jumped deep into the sea of lingerie and undergarments to where you can’t go back. With timid steps, your eyes scan the medley of both neatly folded and crumpled panties on a table, itching fingers contemplating on grabbing the cute polka dot fabric you’ve spotted. But before they can, a familiar hand swiftly grabs it and dangles it near your face. Turning to its owner, your eyes meet Jaehyun’s own ones that cheekily squint with his toothy smile. “You want this one, right?” he quips. “I think you’d look cute in this—”

“Jae!” You voice in hushed embarrassment as you snatch it from him.

“What?” he asks through a rhythm of chuckles. “I’m tryna help—ooh, wait,” he sings. He fishes for a flimsy string of black lace, presenting it to you with a bigger grin. “Never mind. You’d look even cuter in this one, baby.”

You emit a small whine through your sealed lips, eyebrows knit together when you realize passersby giggling behind their teeth as they briefly observe you two. You’re flabbergasted at just how much Jaehyun is amused by all of this, his excitement overwhelmingly trumping every other man’s that’s set foot in this store. “I—” you stammer, “that’s a thong. I’ve never really worn one before…”

“Oh, then never mind,” he says, ready to put it back on the table.

“Ah,” you squeak. Jaehyun turns to you with a raised brow, the fabric still in his clutch. “I, um—I’ll actually hold onto that…” you mumble. You catch a ghost of a smile lingering on his lips when you reach to confirm the size, cheeks growing hotter than they already were at the image of yourself wearing the thong.

Dashing to the next table, your hands grow confident enough to search for more pairs in the drawers below. You find another that’s green with the brand name on the band, eyes sparkling at the cute little silhouette of a dog printed on one side of the hips. Your boyfriend shadows you from behind your shoulder and rests his chin comfortably against you as he lets out a chortle. “Cutie,” he comments, huskily. “By the way, where’re all the fruit ones?” You quickly understand what he means, heart fluttering at his attention to the small things you like. Admittedly, you developed an odd liking towards fruit patterned panties, owning pairs that range from strawberries to peaches. Unfortunately, you hadn’t found one in sight so far.

“I don’t know, Jae,” you answer with a fat bottom lip. “Maybe they don’t have—”

When you’re turning, he’s already two feet away from you with bold strides. “Excuse me,” Jaehyun calls out to an associate. She spins and hums with a tilt to her head, a hint of curiosity peeking from her expression. “Do you have anything like, with fruit on it?”

She’s taken aback by his question, fiddling her fingers together before beckoning him to follow her. You do the same, a glimmer of hope in you when she halts. “This is all that we have, sir,” she informs while gesturing a hand to a sneaky little drawer. She spots you next to Jaehyun and sends you a customer service-like smile before going on her way as you gasp at the nearly untouched stack of panties. Picking one up that has rows of pineapples on it, you grin at how perfect it is; it’s fruit-patterned, your size and bikini cut. Your empty hand naturally starts to gravitate towards the drawer again, looking thoroughly for another pattern. And when you do, the smile never leaves your face. “Thank you,” you utter, meekly.

Your boyfriend kisses your forehead and slithers his hand snug into your back pocket, the pads of his fingers pressing into the clothed flesh of your ass, playfully.

“You’re welcome, baby,” he replies, warmly. “Pay me back with some try-ons?”

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Genre: mostly smut, some fluff & angst Words: 5.337 Prompt: fuckbuddy(?) Jeno x female reader

Warnings: safe sex, oral (m), insults as foreplay

A/N: Merry Christmas everyone! This is my fic for the@neosecretsanta fic exchange, more precisely it's for the lovely @amorajae! Remi, I had so much trouble trying to talk to you without giving away it was actually me because we recently started talking more and more... I hope you enjoy this little something despite it being mostly pwp!

“What are you doing here?” You immediately asked after opening your door. A valid question. It was late at night and you were just having the age-old discussion of if you were going to watch just one more episode or would finally retreat into your room when your doorbell rang. “Not even a hello?” The man in front of you asked, a cocky grin on his lips and his eyes sparkling with mirth from behind his perfectly styled messy bangs that were newly dyed gray. “I don’t have time for this, Jeno,” you rolled your eyes, ready to slam the door into his face but he was faster, squeezing his foot into your doorframe and pushing the door back open. “Seriously, what do you want?” You groaned, looking him up and down: Nothing out of the ordinary. You weren’t sure if he even owned any other jacket than his team’s blue jacket with the huge 23 on the back, his name embroidered into it in bold letters and decorated in patches that marked him as the ace of the team. Not that you knew anything about baseball or had any interest in the sport. Or Jeno for that matter.

“You see, I have a game tomorrow,” he started off, crossing his arms in front of his chest and leaning against your doorframe, his pose so irritatingly relaxed and nonchalant, you wanted to wipe the attractive grin off of his face, “And you know I need my good luck kiss.” “Go get it from one of your willing groupies then. Or can’t you read the papers they stuff into your bag with their numbers on it?” You scoffed. “And how would you know about that, baby? Are you sneaking into our locker room to catch a glimpse of my body?” You didn’t know if you wanted to punch him for the cocky reply or yourself for walking straight into this one, so you settled for an exaggerated eye roll.

“And why would I do that?” “Because you think I’m attractive,” it wasn’t a question and both Jeno and you knew it. Hell, it would only take one look at his sharp features and sculpted body for anyone to admit that objectively, Lee Jeno was an attractive man. “And because no matter what you say,” he continued, slowly pushing forward until his breath was tickling your skin, “You still want me.” Featherlight, he let his lips caress your pulse that was hammering beneath your skin, the ghost of his touch setting off little firecrackers on your skin. “You want me so badly,” he whispered, “That you would drop down to your knees for me the second I’d ask you to.” “In your dreams, Jeno.” Your voice didn’t even sound half as convincing and harsh as you wanted it to when you needed all your willpower to not grab onto the lapels of his jacket to pull him even closer to you. “You wanna know what I dream about?” He chuckled, slowly bringing up his calloused hands to slip beneath your flimsy shirt you’d be embarrassed about being seen in if you had any brainpower left to think about it. “I dream about you, baby,” he drawled, caressing the skin of your waist with his fingers, “Sprawled out on my sheets, against the door of my locker, in one of the shower stalls, beneath the bleachers. I’m really not that picky.”

“What else?” You sighed, cursing yourself for giving in to the temptation that was Lee Jeno over and over again, tilting your head back so he could press a lingering kiss to your neck. “How pretty you look stuffed with my cock. How sweet your moans sound and how well you always take it. Doesn’t matter if I fuck your filthy mouth to stop you from saying things you don’t actually mean or your pretty pussy,” he went on, pulling you flush against his body so you could feel the hardness of his muscles and his growing length against your thigh.

“You get off of me talking back to you?” You grinned, grabbing a handful of his hair to pull him away from your neck before he could sink his teeth in to mark you as you allowed your other hand to finally touch him, slipping from his strong chest down to his sculpted abs to cup his cock through the tight denim of his pants. “I like my girls feisty,” he said, his breath hitching in his throat when you slowly felt him up, the pressure against his cock only further spurring him on. It was always like this: Profanities dripping from your lips until the tension between you two finally snapped. Your own special kind of foreplay. “But in the end, I always get what I want,” Jeno grinned even though he was the one with his neck bared and half-lidded eyes darkened with lust. “So desperate,” you clicked your tongue, toying with the zipper of his pants, right where his cock was straining against the fabric. “Call me desperate all you want, baby. We both know you want this just as much as I do.” “Well, we can’t let the ace of our team play a bad game just because he didn’t get his good luck kiss,” you mocked his words from before, your patience running thin when you could feel his arousal throbbing beneath your palm. “Take responsibility then,” Jeno grinned, knowing he had won, that you would give in to him.

Using the grip you still had on his stupidly perfect hair, you smashed your lips together in a hungry kiss, obediently opening up for Jeno’s tongue to fight him for dominance. “We know how this ends,” he growled, sinking his teeth into your bottom lip to hear you moan, “So stop fighting.” “Get me to the bedroom then,” you demanded, pulling him close by his stupid jacket so he could kick the door shut behind him, too preoccupied with kissing you senseless to care if the noise would wake up any of your neighbors, they were in for a show anyways.

Without ever detaching from your lips, Jeno was quick to shed his precious jacket and shoes to walk you back towards your bedroom, the path familiar by now. In the four walls of your room, he harshly gripped your waist to all but throw you down onto the mattress, his eyes hungry as he watched you bounce up and down once before you caught his gaze. “Strip,” he all but spat, ripping his tight shirt over his head to reveal his torso, the muscles dancing beneath his skin and some veins on his arms already contrasting his smooth skin. “And what if I don’t?” You chuckled, teasing the bow that held up your lounging shorts. “Then I sure hope you don’t value your clothes,” Jeno growled, unbuttoning his jeans with sure fingers before taking out his wallet from his back pocket to get out a condom he stuck between his teeth before stepping out of his pants.

God, you really had it bad for him if you found that attractive. “Last chance, baby,” he announced, palming himself over his dark briefs that clung to his thick thighs like a second skin. “Or what?” You challenged him, drunk on the tension between you. “Or,” he gritted out, “I can’t guarantee what will happen next.” With that, he kneeled onto the bed, his hands quickly gripping the hem of your shorts to roughly pull them off of your legs along with your panties and if you heard fabric tear, that was your own fault for provoking Jeno. Next, he grabbed your shirt to rake it up your torso and past your boobs. Even though you were arching your back to help him take it off, he simply bunched it up beneath your armpits before stuffing it into your mouth that you had opened to complain.

“Keep it there,” he commanded, his eyes demanding nothing less than absolute submission as his hands roughly kneaded your boobs like they were his personal stress balls. You could only groan in annoyance at his display of power but threw your head back against the pillows anyways when he teased your nipples between two of his fingers, pinching them until they hardened. If you had to play his little games to get what you wanted, you had to bite the bullet and swallow down your pride at least for a little while, so you just let the little pinpricks of pleasure laced with pain rush over you as he played with your boobs. “That’s a good girl,” Jeno all but purred, pressing a kiss to the valley of your breaths as his hands traveled down your body until one of them slipped between your legs to feel your wetness. “Someone is excited,” he grinned, sitting up on his knees to watch his fingers spreading around your arousal. You could only squirm beneath him, angling your hips up in hopes his fingers would slip into you while you were soaking your shirt with your saliva. “Let’s see if you’re even ready to take my cock.” At least he had the decency to warn you before he fucked two of his fingers inside you, your embarrassingly loud moan muffled against your shirt but still loud enough to paint a smirk on his lips.

“Such a good girl, always ready,” he chuckled, harshly fucking his fingers into you until you couldn’t hold back your moans anymore, glad that you could muffle them in your shirt. “Always so greedy,” Jeno continued, “You want my cock, baby?” Still gagged, you could only nod your head, hoping he wasn’t expecting you to use your words. “Yeah? Want me to fuck you good?” He taunted, expertly curling his fingers to make you see stars. “Because no one else can fuck you like I can?” “Just get inside me for fucks sake,” you groaned after spitting out the drenched shirt, all but riding his fingers at this point. “I like you better when you don’t talk back,” Jeno leaned over you to growl against your lips, his fingers never stilling inside you and making it particularly hard to talk back to him when all you wanted to do was to enjoy the feeling of his precise thrusts. “And I like you better when you have your dick in me,” you grinned back, cupping his straining erection through his briefs to hear him exhale sharply in hopes to get the upper hand back. “Maybe you should suck me off then, kill two birds with one stone,” he spoke, languidly rolling his hips against your palm. “Try not to cum too soon then, I still want you to fuck me after this,” you chuckled tugging him down into a filthy kiss, gently scratching your nails over the muscles of his shoulders and neck how you knew he liked while Jeno tried his best to get rid of his briefs without having to break the kiss.

“Get your mouth on me,” he demanded once he kicked the offending piece of clothing off the mattress, flipping your positions so he was the one laying down. For a moment, you let your eyes rake over his body: Admiring the dibs of his abs and the way his cock was twitching where it leaned heavily against his prominent hip bone. “Condom?” You asked, closing your fist around Jeno’s cock and slowly stroking him to feel the weight in your palm. “Against popular beliefs, I’m not sleeping around. I’m clean, just suck me off already,” he groaned, hips moving to fuck up into your fist. “Not taking any chances,” you frowned, holding Jeno’s heated stare until he ultimately gave up when you started fondling his balls, throwing his head back in a moan and blindly pawing around on the bed to find the condom he had gotten out earlier. In the end, he threw a vanilla-flavored condom in your general direction that you quickly ripped open so you could roll it over this length.

“Don’t cum,” you reminded him as you got comfortable between his strong thighs, stretching out your tongue to slap the head of his cock against the wet muscle. “I might just,” Jeno groaned, lifting himself up onto his elbows to watch you from his half-lidded eyes. “I’ll throw you out right after,” you threatened him, earning yourself a hoarse chuckle that turned into a breathless moan when you finally sucked the head of his cock between your lips, the artificial vanilla flavor taking over your taste buds which was better than the usual rubber of normal condoms but nothing like tasting Jeno’s skin. Slowly, you bobbed your head up and down his length, your tongue pressed tightly to the underside, stroking whatever you couldn’t fit with your hand while the other was still gently rolling his balls in your palm to tear choked up moans from his throat. “Why are you so good at this?” Jeno groaned, finally giving in to the pleasure and throwing his head back against the pillows, one of his hands finding its way into your hair to set the rhythm just how he liked it, not an ounce of care in his body for the tears springing to your eyes and the way you choked on his cock when he pushed you down too quickly. “So pretty with a cock stuffing your mouth,” he moaned, filthily rubbing the head of his cock against the inside of your cheek, making it bulge with it, “Feels almost as good as fucking you properly.” With that, Jeno pulled you off of him so you could cough and heave in a couple of heavy breaths, trying to make your head stop spinning from his nasty praises. “You want me to fu- oh fucking hell,” Jeno cut himself off halfway through his question with a throaty moan when you had sucked one of his very sensitive balls into your mouth, rolling your tongue around it and gently hollowing your cheeks, mischief glistening in your eyes.

“Yeah, I want you to fuck me like you mean it, Jeno,” you heaved against his spit-slicked skin, nuzzling your head against his cock to worship the impressive length you couldn’t wait to finally have inside you, the rubber dripping with your saliva. “I’ll fuck you like the little bitch you are,” he groaned, letting you press kisses along his shaft for a little longer until he was growing impatient as well, roughly pulling you off and up towards him so he could lick the artificial vanilla from your tongue. “Get on our hands and knees for me. Be a good girl,” he whispered against your lips once he broke the kiss. “Are you gonna make me behave?” You giggled, dipping your head down to suck on his pulse, knowing well that he’d get teased by his teammates for the dark hickeys that stood out strikingly against his pale skin. “You’ll get all docile as soon as you’ve got a cock inside you and we both know that,” he chuckled, leaning his head back so you could lick and suck on the prominent veins of his neck, “I don’t even need to try.”

“You’re so full of yourself,” you snickered, not so gently biting down where his neck met his shoulder. “Jealous?” Jeno just laughed hoarsely, rutting his hips up against your stomach to remind you that he indeed was still achingly hard. The joke was so stupid, you couldn’t hold the giggle from spilling past your lips, muffling the sound into his skin even if the shaking of your upper body gave you away anyways. “I hate you. I really do,” you giggled, playfully slapping his chest when his hands were shamelessly roaming your curves while you tried to stifle your laughter. “You don’t,” he whispered, pressing a sweet kiss to your temple. “I don’t,” you admitted, “But you completely killed the mood, you idiot.” “Have some faith in me,” he laughed, playfully slapping your ass before he switched your positions in a heartbeat so you were the one with your head on the pillows. “And now you’ll turn around and so I can fuck you like you deserve,” he growled into your ear, the low sound sending tingles down your spine that you didn’t even think about obeying him until you noticed that your body had already moved on its own, steadying yourself on your hands and knees just how Jeno had asked you to.

“That’s my good girl,” he praised as his hands mapped out the curve of your back all the way to your ass that he grabbed roughly, tearing a surprised moan from you. “Get inside me,” you demanded, arching your back further until you had nothing left to hide. “You want it?” Jeno asked hoarsely, grinding his cock through your wetness. “Fuck me, Jeno,” you sighed. “There you go,” he groaned, burying himself inside your warmth in one smooth thrust, that you felt zip up your entire spine, pleasure setting your nerves on fire. “Fuck, you take me so well,” he cursed, the grip he had on your hips turning bruising as he ground his cock deep inside you, “Like you were made for it. My personal little cocksleeve.” You could only choke on your answer when he chose that exact moment to build up his rhythm, pulling out almost all the way to fuck back into you to make you feel all of his length. And god, did you feel it all the way to your throat, the feeling so good all sounds of pleasure came out garbled and you soon lost the strength in your arms when a particularly harsh thrust hit your sweet spot dead on and you crumbled down to the mattress.

“Is it that good?” Jeno taunted, sounding as breathless as you felt when he stopped his harsh thrusts to instead filthily grind inside you, pushing you down further until your back simply wouldn’t arch anymore and you were sure you could feel him somewhere in your stomach. “God, you’re amazing, fuck,” he cursed, fucking into you with short, harsh movements like he didn’t even want to pull out. “Jen- fuck,” you couldn’t even voice how good he was making you feel with the almost constant pressure against your sweet spot, too busy trying to heave in breaths whenever the lightheaded feeling got too much.

“Get up here so I can hear you,” he heaved before collecting your body off of the mattress so your back was pressed against his chest, one arm wrapped tightly around your body while the other held onto your hip to keep you steady as Jeno picked up his rhythm again. You were barely able to hold back a surprised squeak, your hands flying up to hold onto his straining biceps. “So pliant for me,” he rasped into your ear, nudging against your head until you let it fall back to give him access to your neck. “Such a good girl,” he added, gently sucking on the skin until he had the taste of iron on his tongue. “Jeno,” you whined, pulling out the second syllable. “I’m just evening out the playing field,” he chuckled, referring to the marks littering his neck almost like some bizarre necklace. You couldn’t even be mad at him like you wanted to when the feeling of his lips on your pulse was so addicting it made you arch further for him, greedily chasing after your high.

“So beautiful,” Jeno groaned, shifting his grip on you so he could cup one of your boobs roughly while his other hand slipped between your legs to find your clit. “Fuck,” you cursed, trying to get away from the sudden pressure against your bundle of nerves, the touch too much but exactly what you needed at the same time. But because Jeno knew your body annoyingly well, he simply held you a little tighter so you couldn’t squirm away from the onslaught of pleasure that his fingers brought you. “Always so sensitive,” he commented, the grin obvious even in his strained voice. His thighs must be killing him at this point but you weren’t going to ask him to change positions if it felt so right to be pressed against his chest like this as he pistoned his hips to drive his cock deep inside you, the sound of your bodies slapping together loud in the quiet apartment. “Stop talking and make me cum,” you whined, rocking back against him to meet his thrusts, creating just a little bit of extra force that had you both moan out loudly. “But where’s the fun in that?” He teased, slowing his fingers on your clit down to a maddeningly lazy pace, just enough to have you writhing in pleasure but not enough to get you closer to the edge.

“Jeno please,” you resorted to the one thing that you knew made Jeno go weak and that was begging, “Please make me cum, I wanna cum on your stupid cock so badly.” “Fuck baby,” he cursed, his hips stuttering and losing his precise rhythm. “Please, Jeno,” you whined, twisting your head until you could mouth at his jaw, “Make me cum, please. And then you can use me for your own pleasure. Fuck me like a little ragdoll until you fill me up with your cum.” “You don’t know what you’re doing to me,” Jeno groaned, roughly grabbing you by the chin so he could smash your lips together in a hungry kiss that was more teeth and tongue than anything else but it felt exactly right even when Jeno’s thrusts stopped and his big hands were just aimlessly roaming your body like he hadn’t mapped out every curve and dip time and time again. “On your back,” he sighed against your lips once he broke the kiss, his eyes blown so wide they seemed like bottomless pits of darkness, “I wanna see you when you cum.” “Such a romanticist,” you giggled but complied after pressing another lingering kiss to his swollen lips.

But because you couldn’t not tease Jeno at least a little bit, you shamelessly spread your thighs wide to expose your core to him, fucking two of your own fingers inside. “So empty without your cock,” you sighed, throwing your head back as you slowly moved your fingers to savor the drag. “Seems like you know just how to take care of that problem,” he chuckled, shuffling closer on his knees, loosely stroking his cock. “Doesn’t feel as good as your cock though.” “Nothing will feel as good as my cock,” Jeno promised, gently grabbing your hand by the wrist to bring your fingers to his lips, eagerly curling his tongue around the digits to taste your arousal. The sight shouldn’t be so fucking hot but his eyes were burning into yours and his moans reverberated somewhere deep in his chest. “Get in me now,” you mewled, hooking your legs around his waist to pull him closer.

“I’ll ruin you for every other cock,” with these words, Jeno swiftly fucked back into you, grabbing your legs to throw them over his shoulders. “Please,” you could only answer, screwing your eyes shut tightly when his strong thrusts nailed your sweet spot with the way he held you. “Taking it like a good girl,” he moaned, his fingers digging into your thighs were the only thing that kept you anchored and prevented your mind from flying off to some other place, lulled in a could of deep pleasure that made you lose all your abilities to filter what sounds were coming out of your mouth. “Please,” you whined, somehow registering that you were begging again, for what you didn’t quite now but Jeno seemed to know exactly what you were asking for because he immediately brought his fingers back to your clit to rub it in tight little circles, sending your mind into overdrive as you arched your back for him. “Cum, princess,” he heaved, sweat glistening on his brow and his chest, “Cum whenever you want. Show me how good you are.”

“With you,” you panted, clenching down around his thick cock, “Cum in me, Jen.” “I’ll fill you up good,” he growled, folding you almost in half as he bent down to pant into your neck, “Breed you so well.” “Yes, please,” you mewled, throwing your head back despite knowing that you were using protection, the simple image enough to have your mind running wild with images of his cum seeping out of your core. “Fuck, baby, I-” he stuttered, muffling his groans by biting down on your neck, the pain so pleasureable, you couldn’t keep yourself from cumming even one more second, your orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave and leaving you breathless as you stared at your ceiling, sure little firecrackers were going off somewhere over your head. You felt more than you heard Jeno moan against your chest as his hips came to a halt, grinding his cock deep inside you, his muscles flexing beneath your fingers as he came as well.

For a while both of you were just catching your breaths, coming down from your respectable highs until Jeno’s calming weight felt more like he was trying to suffocate you under all the muscle his body was built of. “Get off,” you grunted, pinching him in his side to get him to move. “Why can’t I have nice things with you?” he groaned but rolled off of you anyway, carefully holding the end of the condom as he pulled out before tying it off and throwing the rubber into the general direction of your trash can. And of course because his hand to eye coordination was extraordinary, the sound of papers rustling announced he had actually hit his target. “You’re so annoying,” you rolled your eyes when he beamed at you like he had just won the university cup and not hit the trash can with his used condom. “I’d appreciate a little more enthusiasm,” he grinned, letting his body fall back to the mattress right next to yours. Shaking your head, you didn’t deem his excitement worthy of an answer, simply staring at the ceiling of your room and enjoying the quiet between you and Jeno.

“The sex has been better ever since we broke up,” Jeno destroyed the silence engulfing the two of you. “Because you fuck me like you don’t care about me. Like you’re still angry at me,” you sighed. “I do though. Care about you,” he confessed, turning his head so he could look into your eyes if it wasn’t for his too-long bangs obscuring his vision. “Jeno,” you sighed, gently stroking the hair from his eyes, “There was a reason why we broke up.” “Remind me.” “You don’t have time for a relationship and I can’t deal with your stupid groupies hanging off of you every time you step outside your home.” “I never cheated on you,” Jeno stated, his voice stern and gaze piercing, “You know that. No matter what anyone says.” “That’s not the problem, Jeno,” you groaned, looking away from him to wrap your blanket around your naked body, suddenly feeling too exposed beneath his gaze, “I am not having this conversation again. Grab your clothes.”

“Not even letting me shower? That’s cruel even for you.” “You hate my shower,” you shot back only to find him smiling, propped up onto one of his elbows. “Join me,” he asked. “Jeno,” you sighed again, pulling out the last syllable of his name, “This thing between us hasn’t worked out the first time. Why should it work now?” “It’s good enough that we keep coming back to each other,” he argued, reaching out to intertwine your fingers so he could bring your hand up to his lips, pressing a tender kiss to the skin, “I’ll do it right this time, make time for you in my schedule even if it’s just to bring you coffee to the library or to walk you to your morning class.” “Jeno…” “I know I can do better. Try harder to show you how much I like you,” he promised. “That’s not,” you groaned, ripping your hand free to bury your face in them, “That’s not going to fix this. To fix us. There are two people involved in a relationship. But everyone is always up in your business and I can’t deal with that. I can’t keep seeing these girls pressing their tits in your face and asking you to sign their asses when you’re supposed to be mine.” “But I want to date you. And I know you like me past my body and my talent. You like my boring jokes and my pancakes.” “You’re not boring,” you interrupted Jeno who immediately shushed you. “You like me for always stopping to pet stray kittens even if it means running late, you like me for my Redbull induced quadruple texting at midnight, you like my terrible attempts at singing along to your favorite songs in the car. You like me for who I am past my body. You like me for me. And that’s why you’re different from all the others and it’s why I like you so much as well. You care about me and it makes me want to care for you tenfold.”

Moved by his words, you stayed quiet, just staring into his eyes. “Say something,” he begged after a while. “You rehearsed that, didn’t you?” You grinned, earning yourself a hit to the shoulder before Jeno rolled on top of you, pinning you to the mattress with his full weight. “I give you a whole speech and this is your reaction?” He whined as you laughed loud and unashamed, carding your hands through his matted hair.

“I really want to try again,” he mumbled into your skin, drawing random shapes with the tip of his forefinger, “We can work on our communication. I like you too much to just let you go without a fight. I think I could fall in love with you.” That of all things made your heart skip a beat or two before it started beating twice as fast. “I think I could too,” you whispered, revealing the whole reason why you had broken it off with him in a fight. To protect your fragile heart from possible pain in the future. “Please let us try again,” Jeno whispered back, “We’ll do it right this time. With cheesy cinema dates and walks in the park, sharing some ice cream late at night.” “I’m scared,” you confessed, gently scratching Jeno’s scalp to calm your own nerves. “If we communicate well, we’ll get through all the hardships on the way. And I’m sure I can make you happy,” he promised. “I don’t want to be your second priority again.” “You won’t,” he was quick to reply, “I can’t promise I’ll never disappoint you but I will work my hardest to put us first and baseball and everything else second.” Leaning up on his elbows, Jeno found your eyes filled with unshed tears. “I really want this to work, I like you so much,” he smiled tenderly, “And I was an idiot to only realize that after I let you walk away and not didn’t reassure you when you opened up about your insecurities.” “I’m to blame as well,” you swallowed down the lump in your throat as you gently cupped his cheek, “You’re the most loyal person I know, there was no need to be so insecure when you were nothing but honest to me.”

“We’ll work on that this time,” Jeno smiled, bringing your faces together to nuzzle your noses together which made you giggle happily. “Okay,” you breathed, kissing him slow and softly like his lips were delicate rose petals. “I really like you,” Jeno smiled so brightly, his eyes curled into little crescents. “I really like you too,” you replied before you got lost in his touch again.

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