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Earthquake
Pairing: Boss Johnny X Personal Assistant Reader
Genre: Smut, Breeding Kink, Marriage out of convivence
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Word Count: 1.5 k
“Johnny! You’re here!” You smiled as Johnny walked into you two’s personal office, arriving an hour after you.
You were hired as Johnny’s personal assistant a few months ago, and had a decently close work relationship with him. Your application was desperate, saying you would do anything to work with him, and anything he wanted.
“Hi hun.” Johnny always talked to you sweetly, despite his reputation of being a cold businessman. “I have to have lunch with my family today, but that should be fine, yes?”
“Yes.” You immediately said, knowing his entire schedule off the top of your head.
“Perfect.” Johnny sat down at his desk and turned it on. “Is my coffee ready?”
You stood up, getting his coffee for him, then putting it on his desk.
“Thanks.” Johnny mumbled to you.
“Hey, I have a question.” You waited for Johnny to nod at you. “What’s the lunch for? Sorry if that’s a personal question, but you never go back to see your family.”
“They said they wanted to talk. Probably something stupid.” Johnny smiled up at you in between sips of coffee before setting the cup down. “Don’t you worry your pretty little head about it. I’ll come back with some pasta for you, it’s supposed to be some of the best Italian food around.”
~
“I cannot deal with that bitch’s stupidity.” Johnny huffed, loosening his tie and slamming the to-go box on his desk. You stood in the corner of the room, next to the door, holding a clipboard with his to-do list.
“Mr. Suh, if I may-” You started to speak, silenced by Johnny raising his hand.
“Cancel my other plans for today. I need a fucking break.”
“...Yes, sir.” You quickly went to your desk, across the room and made a few calls.
“My fucking father thinks he can tell me who to marry…” Johnny mumbled, laying on the couch, pinching his nose bridge.
“Sir.” You stood up, understanding the issue. You always knew Johnny’s dad was rough, to say the least. A controlling, self centered man. “Would you like to do something fun with me?”
“Fun?” Johnny scoffed, as if that was the last thing he wanted. “Just… sit next to me.”
You pulled your rolling chair across the room next to him.
“My dad wants me to marry another conglomerate heir. But the problem is… She’s only 14.”
You audibly gasped. “What?”
“I know. I’m pushing 30 dating a girl less than half my age…” Johnny groaned. “I can see the headlines now. Billionaire marries a child. Johnny Suh goes on a date with the heir of a major tech company, a 14 year old. I can only imagine what would happen.”
“Oh, Johnny…” You rubbed his shoulder.
“This is his way of threatening me. Telling me that if I don’t get married soon he’s going to make me do… This.” Johnny sat up.
“Why can’t you marry someone else then? I can make a list of potential prospects for you-” You stood up, but Johnny grabbed your wrist, forcing you back.
“Marry me.” He looks in your eyes, desperately. “At least for a year. Please, I need you to. I can’t let my reputation get ruined like this. You’re the perfect woman for this, you’re intelligent and know how to handle potential issues.”
Johnny’s reputation was everything to him. A stoic businessman, even if in the office he was nothing but kind. His reputation was how he got his way, and you knew it. He always gets told “yes” no matter the situation…
“Johnny…” You looked back at him, trying to comprehend the question.
“You’ll be a millionaire. I’ll give you anything you want and more, just please… Marry me.”
~
And that’s how you ended up marrying one of the richest men in all of Korea.
Instead of the headlines reading “Billionaire marries child” the headlines read “Billionaire marries his personal assistant, love story shocking the country”.
And he kept all his promises. He bought you a penthouse apartment in Seoul, and a house in your hometown. He bought you any car you asked for, and he took care of your family.
There was no romance in your marriage, but you found Johnny to be an amazing husband. He was very likable, and you two spent a lot of time together, just hanging out. He was great with cooking and cleaning, and never asked you to do anything, but still took you on “dates” wherever you wanted. But the one thing you noticed was he never crossed the line. You slept in the same bed, per his request, but still had separate blankets. You shared a bathroom, but he asked you to shower at night, since he showered in the morning. And he never, ever, asked about your love life. You knew that was his way of telling you that you could date other men, and that he would see other women.
The only problem in this set up was his family. His mother was a gossiping, evil witch that talked bad about everyone, especially you, but his dad was a whole other issue. And every time you saw either of them, they asked if you were pregnant yet.
~
“I’m home!” Johnny walked into the penthouse as you were inside, cooking dinner. “Smells good.”
“Hey Johnny.” You served the meal. “Food’s ready.”
“Hey… I have to talk to you about something.” Johnny sat at the dining room table, his face cold.
“Yeah?” You placed the bowl in front of him, and sat next to him.
“I need to have a kid with you.” He looked up at you and read your shocked expression. “I’m so sorry, I know I was the one who said you’d never have to do this but I-”
“I understand, it’s just kinda… out of nowhere.” You sighed. “Give me a minute.”
You went up to the bathroom and got in the shower, not knowing how to feel.
When you stepped out of the bathroom in a towel, Johnny was waiting for you in the bedroom. “You don’t have to do this.” He stood in front of you.
“I know.”
Johnny’ s lips crashed onto yours, his hands gripping your wet hair. “I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry…” He picked you up and tossed you on the bed, your towel falling off. “You have no fucking idea how long I’ve been waiting for this.”
“Johnny, wait, what do you mean-” His lips pressed against yours again, his tongue licking your bottom lip and asking for permission to come in. You opened your lips slightly, and his tongue slid in, searching your mouth for your tongue, the tips of your tongue meeting.
You pulled away from the kiss after a few seconds. “Johnny…”
“I think I love you. You’re all I ever think about…” Johnny kissed your neck, licking it in areas that slightly tickled but still made you moan.
“Johnny…” You moaned out, and his large hands pressed against your thighs, massaging it. “Slow down…”
“I’m sorry…” He breathed into your neck. “But I’ve already been waiting for several months.”
His mouth went to your breast, sucking your nipples until they hardened. “God, you’re just so beautiful.”
“Johnny…” You moaned out. You wrapped your hands into his hair and he laid on your chest. “Stick it in.”
“Okay…” He quickly took off his pants, already hard without you ever even touching him.
He stuck it all in at once, shocking you. “Fuck!” You squealed, trying to catch your breath. “Johnny, you can’t do that next time…”
“So you’re already planning the next time?” He began to slowly thrust, allowing you to regain your composure but his impatience still getting the better of him.
“You’re way too fucking big, Johnny.” You tried to relax, but he was still filling you up. “You can’t just shove your dick into a girl, you’re gonna break the next girl you fuck.”
Johnny leaned down, his face near yours. “I told you I love you, and you think I’m fucking other girls? God, I thought you were smart. I’ve liked you ever since you became my assistant. You’re capable, beautiful, and amazing to be around… I wanna make you happy.”
You wrapped your arms around his neck. “Give me a baby. I wanna have a kid with you.”
“Oh, I’ll fucking put a baby inside you…” Johnny mumbled into your neck. “Just keep squeezing down on my dick the way you are right now and I might just cum in around ten seconds.”
“Please Johnny! Please, please, please…” Your voice kept him going on, begging him.
“I wish I fucked you on our wedding night, fuck, you’re so perfect…” And with that, you felt the warmth of Johnny’s cum shooting inside you.
“Johnny…” You croaked out.
Johnny laid on top of you, his dick slipping out of you, causing the cum to drip out of you. “I’ll change the sheets later.” He sighed.
“How are you feeling?”
“I still love you, if that’s what you were wondering.”
“Good.”
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Skyscraper
Pairing: Johnny X Reader
Genre: Smut, Fluff, happy ending (for once) ex husband johnny, you have a baby with johnny,
Warnings: Lactation, just... filth.
Word Count: 1.6 k
“Go say hi to daddy!” You told your 6 month old baby, setting the car seat on the floor.
Your ex-husband, Johnny, used to be your best friend. He made the divorce easy for you. You got everything, the house, the car, the pets, the money in the shared bank account. He only asked for one thing: shared custody. One week with you, and one week with him. He only lived a 5 minute drive away so it was hard to find a reason to say no.
You played with your baby for a bit, trying to get him settled before telling Johnny you were heading home.
“Wait, stay for dinner. I thought we could eat and then talk about a few things after he goes to sleep.”
You obliged, not seeing an ulterior motive behind his words.
~
After having dinner, you put the baby to bed and sat down at the table with Johnny.
“So… how’s life? You have enough money and everything?” Johnny sat across the table from you.
You sighed. “I never asked for money during the divorce, besides for child support.”
“Same thing.” Johnny rolled his eyes, eyes looking you up and down. “That outfit doesn’t exactly scream broke.”
You bit your lip, holding back the urge to cuss him out. “It’s a t-shirt and shorts.”
“Whatever. I’ll add $50,000 to the account.” You remembered why you divorced Johnny. He’s a fucking arrogant bitch.
“I never asked for money.” You felt your chest tightening in anger.
“You need it.”
“You’re so fucking narcissistic.” You scoffed at Johnny.
“You love it.” Johnny smirked at you. Johnny's confident. Too confident for you. You always wanted to knock him down a peg.
You crossed your legs. “I’m sure you didn’t ask me to stay over to just chat about money.”
“Let’s get back together.” Johnny looked you straight in the eye, no hesitation in his words.
“Absolutely not.” Your decision was a no brainer. Why go back to a man like him?
Johnny sighed, his head dropping as he looked down at his lap. “Mom wanted us to get back together. She misses you.”
“That’s really not my problem.” You scoffed, standing up, ready to leave.
Johnny shot up out of his chair and rushed to your side. “ Please don’t go.” His eyes were desperate, all his pride out the door. You knew how hard it was for Johnny to be doing this, begging you for literally anything.
A memory of him going to bed with an untreated wound comes back. He went to bed with a cut on his thigh, causing you to wake up covered in his blood and having to rush him to the ER at 3 a.m., all because he didn’t want to ask you to dress his wounds. He never, ever let you see this side of him.
But that unwillingness to ever let you in is why you divorced him.
“Johnny…” You look up at him and realize he's about to cry. “I just dont think this is good for either of us.”
“Can you at least spend the night with me?” His voice cracks, tears already threatening to spill.
You nod.
He leads you up the stairs into his bedroom. “There’s um, a bathroom right there if you want to borrow my clothes.” Johnny sits on his bed.
“I washed up before coming over.” You unhook your bra and take it off under your t-shirt. You don’t care if Johnny sees your body, or if you see his. You two were beyond that at this point.
Johnny pulled off his jeans and changed into his shorts, then taking off his shirt before laying next to you.
“What, no shirt?”
“It’s not like I ever wore one when we were married.” He scoffed, wrapping his arm around your waist. “You know… You were my first.”
“Hm.” You didn’t know how to answer that. Nor did you really believe him.
“What, you don’t believe me? I haven’t slept with anyone else since the divorce either.” He sighed. “I only ever loved you.”
“I wish you acted like it when we were together, then.”
“I still love you.” Johnny cupped your cheeks, his thumb rubbing your lips.
You suddenly wished he’d kiss you… And he did. Tiny, gentle kisses against your lips lead into bigger ones as you kissed him back. His hand reached under your shirt, massaging your breast as he slowly began to pin you onto the bed, straddling you so you couldn’t leave him again. He was scared. Scared you would wiggle out of his grasp once again, leaving him with nothing. Nothing he really cared about, anyways. He never even dared to look at another woman, feeling like he was cheating on you, since he still liked to dream you were still together. Dreaming you three were still a family, still eating Sunday dinner together. He thought that living out at least some part of that dream would make this desire go away… but it made it worse.
And now you were in his bed, pretty whimpers escaping your throat as you kissed him, your fingers interlocked in his hair, tugging on the locks while his body explored yours, desperate for some resemblance to the woman he fell in love with, the warmth you brought to his life.
“I love you.” He whispered as he pulled away from the kiss.
Not giving you a chance to process what he said, his hands went under the waistband of your shorts, fingers rubbing your clit, remembering the exact way you taught him to finger you, the way you taught him how to make you wet from when you started dating. You could never escape his desires when he did this to you. Not back then, not now… Filthy moans escaped your lips, your nails digging into his back as he pulled down your shorts after he took his off. Your ex-husband was about to fuck the living shit out of you, and you were dripping wet in anticipation.
“Johnny.” You breathed out his name, causing him to look up at you with confusion on his face. “I love you too.”
Johnny inserted himself in you. “If I make you cum, we’ll get back together.”
“Okay.”
That sealed the deal, your words being all the permission he needed. You wrapped your legs around him, knowing Johnny always wanted to feel you as close to him as possible. “Fuck, Johnny, you’re so deep!” Johnny was always a tiny bit too big. You grew used to it, but his dick always reached your cervix, and he let you know when he could feel it. But you could tell he was holding himself back, going slower than he usually did when you were married, as if he knew you were in a bit of pain. Gentle kisses trailed across your cheek and jaw, reassuring you he would never try to hurt you.
“Call me daddy.” Johnny grunted as he thrusted inside you, his pace picking up as he sensed your pleasure growing, and the initial pain subsiding.
This was new. The entire time you were with Johnny, he had never had a daddy kink.
“D-Daddy.” You moaned out, not knowing how to totally feel about it.
“You called me daddy earlier today… So fucking hot, I think I got a fucking boner after hearing you say it.” Johnny began to lick your neck, trying to make you moan. “You can’t call your ex “daddy”. That’s why I’m inside you…”
Your cunt squeezed around Johnny’s dick, tightening after hearing his words. You realized Johnny didn’t have a daddy kink, but that the fact you birthed his baby was hot to him…
“Fuck, I hate it when you do that, I always cum so fast.” Johnny always thought your pussy was a perfect fit for his dick, as if you were especially made for him. That’s why he always thought you two were soulmates. “Fuck, I’m gonna make you cum…”
Johnny started to suck on your neck, trying to give you a small hickey right on the sensitive part of your neck. Johnny always tried to make you both cum during sex, his stamina never wearing out unless you were dazed, or your pretty eyes were looking back into your skull. Your pretty little moans kept him going on, forcing himself to go on even after he came inside you multiple times. His hands trailed back down to your clit, rubbing circles into it, trying to make you feel as good as he did. Your moans grew louder, and Johnny’s confidence grew as well. He squeezed your breast, knowing your nipples were sensitive. Sucking your nipple, milk began to leak out.
“I forgot, fuck, I’m sorry…” Johnny didn’t know how to react.
“Drink it.” You watched him suck your nipple, swallowing all your milk. Johnny’s hand never left your clit, still rubbing it while he drank.
The overstimulation proved to be too much for you, especially after not having sex with Johnny for quite some time. “Daddy… G-gonna…” You wailed, wanting the relief that you knew Johnny would give you.
“I’m gonna cum inside you.” Johnny’s lips pressed against yours, so you would moan into his mouth as you both came. Sticky cum shot inside you, the warmth filling you up. Johnny didn’t pull out, wanting the cum to not leak out of you.
Johnny laid his head on your chest, knowing you would stroke his hair while you two came down from the climax.
“Do you want to go to the courthouse with me tomorrow?” Johnny reached into his bedside table and pulled out three rings. Your rings and his band.
You pulled him into a kiss as he put the rings back on your finger, fitting as perfectly as the day he proposed.
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working on 2 fics rn, ex husband johnny and 95 line at college... which should come out 1st?
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2 Baddies
Pairing: Jaehyun X Reader
Genre: Smut, jealous Jaehyun, car sex
Warnings: he's kinda aggressive idk
Word Count: 789
“No, it’s not like that!” You yelled at Jaehyun for the millionth time. “I swear to God! He’s your fucking friend anyways!” You tried to reason with Jaehyun, to no avail. After leaving a house party with your boyfriend, Jaehyun, you quickly realized how angry Jaehyun truly was that night. You spent most of your night talking to Johnny, which had apparently made Jaehyun jealous.
At this point, Jaehyun just kept tapping the steering wheel. Despite his urge to scream, he was able to keep his mouth shut, but was unable to keep his foot off the gas, the speedometer number climbing. 70, 80, then 90. At least it was nearly 12 am, so there was no one else on the highway, but you were sure he would’ve just swerved past everyone anyways.
“Jesus Christ, Jaehyun! What, do you not even want me to talk to Johnny! He’s your best friend, and what, you don’t even trust him?” You clutched onto the arm rest, palms sweating, scared Jaehyun wouldn’t even be able to see anything ahead of him.
Jaehyun jerked the steering wheel right, entering the emergency lane, slamming on the brakes and putting the gear to “park”. You were stuck with Jaehyun, God knows where, in his sports car on the shoulder of the highway. You watched as his chest fell, as he let out a breath he was holding for the entire night.
“You know I love you, right?”
You grabbed his hand, trying to calm him down. “Of course I do, I love you too…”
“Johnny likes you, it’s so fucking obvious!” He punched the dashboard, indenting his hand. “And I hate that you can’t see it.”
“He’s your best friend, so I assumed-”
“Of course you just assumed.” Jaehyun sighed, rubbing his temples. “God, you don’t get it. Do you not see how he looks at you?”
“No, of course I didn’t, because you’re overreacting!”
And that’s all it took to set Jaehyun off. He pulled you into the back seat, his eyes furious.
“Wait,” You held your hands up. “On the highway? What if-”
“No one’s gonna see as long as you don’t let them.” He began to rip off all your clothes while kissing you, while you pushed him off.
“Jae, talk to me…” But he didn’t listen to you, his lips instantly crashing onto yours, his tongue swirling around your mouth.
He took off his belt and wrapped it around your wrists, making makeshift handcuffs. “Baby… Fuck, I love you so much.” He pushed his dick inside you, feeling the warmth you gave him. Deep down, Jaehyun knew you weren’t in the wrong, but the anger made him horny in a way he couldn’t ignore, so he played into it. He knew Johnny would never make a move on you, afterall, he already told Johnny about the ring he had made for you, but his jealousy always got the better of him. “You’re so fucking tight baby…”
Jaehyun’s dick really always made your problems go away. You let that man do whatever he wanted to do with your body. “Jaehyun, please…” You whined, your back arching at the feeling of the insane amount of pleasure he brought you.
“Don’t worry, I’ll keep going until you cum.” Jaehyun cupped your cheek and began kissing you as he thrusted.
You rolled your eyes. “What a sweet talker.”
Suddenly the bright lights of a car’s high beams blinded you.
Jaehyun pushed you down and laid on top of you until the car passed, his dick still inside you, and you managed to slip the belt off your wrists. You wrapped your arms around his neck while he sat up.
“What was that about you trying to make me cum?” You laughed.
Jaehyun didn’t know why that sentence pissed him off, especially since he knew he made you cum all the time, but he wasn’t just pretending to be mad anymore. He genuinely wanted to fuck you until you begged him for forgiveness. And that he did.
He wrapped a hand around your throat and slammed his dick as deep as he could, until he could feel your cervix. “What was that? Hm? Wanna repeat what you just said, you fucking whore?”
“Jae, I-” You tried to apologize but Jaehyun was fucking you so hard that you couldn’t even talk. Your womb was already starting to become sore, but you knew you two would be fucking all night.
“Oh my God, your pussy just feels so good…” Jaehyun groaned. “I’m gonna cum.”
You felt the warmth grow in your stomach. Jaehyun pulled out and got into the front seat. Driving home, you felt his cum leak onto the leather seats until he pulled into the garage.
(incomplete but might finish if enough people want)
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Moon
Pairing: Renjun X Reader
Genre: Smut, Angst, Professor AU
Warnings: abuse, manipulation, power dynamic
Word Count: 2.2k
“You’re too cold, to the point where I don’t even know if you love me. But isn’t that what makes it fun?”
“That’s… weird. Like, really weird.” Your professor looked at the liquid in the glass vial. “It’s supposed to be purple. Are you sure you did the experiment right?”
You choked on a tear. “Yes, professor. I tried three times.”
Professor Renjun sighed and did the experiment for you. “44.6 mL.”
“Thank you.”You gasped and smiled. Renjun and you were conducting an experiment for his next academic paper. He was the man in between you and your PhD, as he was also assisting you with your thesis.
“You’re going to need to do it again though. You have to be able to do it yourself.” Renjun looked at your outfit. “And you should get a labcoat.”
Your chest peaked out of your tank top, much to Renjun’s amusement. “Professor… I need to take my dinner break though…” It was already 6:50, and you and Renjun were close enough for some friendly banter, and some not so friendly complaining.
“Come take it then.” Renjun smirked.
You got on your knees and unbuckled his belt.
You were also close enough to have sex with him.
“There’s a good girl.” Renjun cooed. He liked it when you took a little bit of control, but it’s not like you really had a choice to begin with. “Let’s hurry this up.”
You pulled down your panties under your skirt, and Renjun suddenly grabbed your waist without warning. But it’s not really all that surprising, he does this all the time…
Ramming his length into you, you bit your lip to hide your moans. He never started with foreplay, yet you were wet enough to take all 8 inches of him. It’s like your body knows what he wants before you can even process it. He purposefully started getting rougher, pulling your waist in. He tried to make you moan, biting on your ear. He never thinks about how you feel, and you felt stupid for even thinking you could go to dinner without fucking him first.
“Fuck, baby girl…” His groans were as loud as he wanted them to be. “Pussy as tight as the day I met you.”
He was always like this. Too much. He thought he owned you, yet he seemingly did… Sex whenever he wanted, wherever.
“Renjun…” You gasped.
“I love you baby.” Renjun grabbed at your neck, choking you. And those were the words that made you keep coming back for more.
“I love you too, Renjun.” He always came inside you when you told him that.
His hot cum was enough to make your brain dizzy. It filled you up.
Renjun pulled out and put his pants back on. “What do you want for dinner? My treat.”
~
On the day you met Renjun, you were in your 4th year of your bachelors program, about to graduate. He was your first class of the new semester. You always thought he was cute, even with his lab coat and glasses on. You were in a class with only 2 other people, but you were the only one sitting in the center of the giant lecture hall, the two other students in the back next to the door. The whole class felt like a conversation between you and him, as he only looked at you while teaching.
After class, you approached him and began to speak. “Hi, Renjun. I’m-”
“I already know your name.” Renjun closed the laptop he was teaching from. “Class roster, remember?”
“Oh… Of course. There’s only two other people in this class, it would be stupid if you didn’t know.”
“No. They’re auditing this class. Grad students who want to work for me.” He sighed. “It’s just me and you.”
“Why have a class with only one person?” Knowing your college, you even doubted the fact they would fund this.
“Well, you’re the one here at 7 a.m., you tell me.” Renjun smiled. “I only teach people who are passionate. So all my classes are at 7 or 8.”
You wanted to roll your eyes but stopped yourself. “I see.”
“Have you had breakfast yet?”
And that’s how you ended up at his apartment.
“So, ring before spring?” He set a plate in front of you.
“Excuse me?” You sat at the island, watching him prepare a plate.
“You know, your boyfriend. The ring before spring deal? Or are you not engaged yet?” Renjun sat next to you and began eating.
You sighed. “No ring. No boyfriend. No male friends for that matter, anyways.”
“Sorry.” Renjun mumbled, clearly not knowing how to respond.
“Don’t be.” You took a bite. “Oh, this is good.”
“Isn’t it?” He smiled at you. “My special recipe.”
You nodded and you both finished breakfast without speaking again.
Renjun washed the plates as you walked around his apartment, taking in everything. The awards on the walls, piled up in bookcases and on the coffee tables. One stood out to you: A Nobel Prize in Chemistry.
“That’s from a few years ago.” Renjun said from across the apartment.
“I was in middle school when you won it.” You laughed, setting it back on its shelf.
Renjun appeared behind you. “Well, I just think it means you’re able to change someone’s life. Isn’t that all those prizes care about anyways? How many lives you can change, how many people you helped?” He sat on the couch.
“But, Renjun, that’s amazing. You’re an inspiration to people, to me, even. I wanna be you one day.”
“I don’t want to be myself.”
You ran up to Renjun and hugged him. “Oh, don’t say that.” You were sitting next to him, arms around his neck and leg on his lap.
“I’ll change your life.” Renjun hugged you back. “I’ll do everything for you.”
“Hmm.” You hummed.
“Come back tonight.”
“What? Why?”
“I wanna show you something.” He pulled away, so you stood up.
You both left his apartment, heading to your next classes.
And as promised, you came back at 6.
He let you in. “Are you ready?”
You nodded.
He led you to his bedroom.
“Wait, Renjun, I-”
“You’ll graduate with honors. I’ll make sure you get your PhD. Everything will be easy for you from now on.”
And so you kissed him.
He pushed you onto the bed, never breaking your kiss, your arms around his neck. “You’re beautiful.”
“Do you want to…” You whispered at him, knowing very well what Renjun wanted.
“Let’s take it slow.” Renjun weakly kissed you again, his hands exploring the underneath of your shirt, and yours taking off his pants.
“Renjun… I don’t want to take it slow.” You whined for Renjun’s dick. The truth was, you haven’t had dick in years and you missed it.
“I’m not the type to take things slow anyways.” His fingers found your panties and pulled them off, while yours began unbuttoning his shirt. “Do you want me to use a condom?”
You shook your head no. You wanted to feel him inside you.
“Good. I didn’t want to.” Renjun quickly found your clit and rubbed circles into it, causing you to loudly moan.
“Fuck, Renjun…” You dug your nails into his back. “Feels so fucking good.”
His fingers slid inside you. “You’re so tight, baby. Think you can handle my dick?” He unzipped his pants to reveal 8 inches.
“You can just force it inside me…” You told him, knowing it would hurt.
All the right answers, Renjun thought. You would be the perfect girl for him. “Then I'll slide it in, okay?”
You nodded and looked into his eyes as he aligned his dick with your hole. Pushing it in slowly at first, then finally forcing it in.
“Wait, give me a second…” You moaned out, his dick splitting you apart.
“Sorry, but I can’t wait.” Renjun's breathing became labored as he wrapped his arms under your thighs and began to fuck you.
You mentally dissociated, the experience proving to be too much. The only thing you could hear was Renjun’s heavy breathing and the slapping of your skin against his, only able to feel his dick inside you and the warmth of him inside you. The thing that brought you back was the feeling of his cock throbbing inside you, followed by his cum rushing into your womb.
“Wait, what the fuck?” You sat up, leading to his cum leaking out of you. “Why didn’t you ask before cumming inside?”
“You looked too pretty, I didn’t want to.” Renjun grabbed a towel out of his dresser and tossed it at you, then walked into the kitchen and grabbed his wallet. “How much do you need? I’ll just give you $300, is that fine?”
~
The collar around your neck was enough to isolate you from the rest of your classmates, even though there you had to collaborate with the other students on assignments. Your life was just wake up, Renjun, class, Renjun, food, Renjun, home. The same monotonous tasks everyday, but Renjun kept things interesting. At least, that’s what you believed.
You played with the O ring on your collar while you sat in class.
~
“Forever.” Renjun told you when he put it on you after your first hook up with him. “It means you’re mine forever.”
“Do you mean that? That whole forever thing?” You looked in his eyes as he locked it.
He smiled up at you. “Of course I do. I’ll be with you until the day you die.”
“What makes you think I’m dying before you?” You touched the metal. “Isn’t the saying ‘I'll love you ‘till the day I die?’ Or…”
Renjun put the key on a chain and hooked it around his neck, key touching his chest. “Must’ve been a slip of the tongue. I’ll be with you until the day we die.”
~
“Professor Huang is calling for you.” A random grad student you never bothered to get to know tapped your shoulder, causing you to flinch.
“Oh…” You grabbed your stuff. “Thanks.”
You scurried to the Chemistry lab, where Renjun was holding a vial full of amber liquid.
“The person I wanted to see! Drink this.” His tone bothered you, going from energetic to dead in a split second.
Either way, you did as he asked. You started to profusely sweat, gagging on the fiery liquid. It tasted like ghost pepper, if it got liquified and mixed with a healthy dose of cinnamon. You tried to gag and throw up, but that seemingly only made things worse.
“Here, try this one.” Renjun handed you another mystery vial, that of which you downed, hoping it would relieve the pain.
Nope. Worse. You collapsed to the ground in some of the worst pain you have ever felt, unable to make a noise.
“That’s more like it.” Renjun smirked.
~
“I’ll kill him!” Renjun screamed in your face. “Do you fucking hear me, I’ll slit his throat right now!” All the student did was give you a hug because you helped him pass his class.
“Babe, please!” You sobbed, begging on your knees, hands trying to grab at him, the carpeted floors of the small studio apartment you two share digging into you, burning the skin off your knees.
“How dare he touch you! And in front of me, nonetheless! Everyone knows I love you!” Renjun paced around, locating an award on the bookshelf and throwing it at you, the glass luckily bouncing off the carpet without shattering. But you realized it’s not the broken glass you should be scared of, it’s the weight. Each of those prestigious chemistry awards easily weighs 7 lbs, enough weight to kill you. And he just picked up another.
You sprung up onto your feet, grabbing Renjun’s hands. “I won’t ever speak to someone ever again, I promise! I promise I’ll be good, I’ll be loyal to you, only you, baby please stop, please…” You cried into his chest, causing Renjun to drop the glass on the carpet.
“Shh… It’s okay baby. I’m here, you’re okay…”
And it all went away. It’s over.
That night, Renjun made dinner, and after you went to sleep, you didn’t wake up for two weeks. When you woke up, you were laying in a bed, soaked with cum.
You showered, crying and wondering what happened to you. But you never asked. And he never answered.
~
The pain went away after around 20 minutes, but only subsided enough for you to talk. “I’m tired.” You sighed.
“No, I am.” Renjun leaned onto the lab table. “You need to know your place and not let other men take you from me.”
“He put his hand on my shoulder! What the fuck do you want me to do?”
Renjun rubbed his face. “I’ll kill him. Make him get expelled. Tell everyone that he raped you.”
“No. No, I’m done, Renjun. I already got my bachelors, I wasn’t even planning on getting my PhD, it was you who told me to, Renjun. So I’m done. I’m dropping out.” You laughed weakly.
“Where will you live? Who will feed you?” Renjun smirked, as if he planned this all out. “You have nothing without me. But if you want to, then leave.”
Your silence told him everything.
“Of course not. So bend over and be a good girl like you’ve always been.”
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Be There For You
Pairing: Jaemin X Reader
Genre: Smut, PWP (let's be real for a second... just the 1st P) Doctor Jaemin, Public(ish), Good Ending (an ai good ending.) (i know nothing about medicine this is all fiction)
Warnings: Mind break (honestly, not that bad imo)
Word Count: 2k
��Come on, I know you need the money! Just think about it!” Your friend slammed the stack of papers in front of you as you sat at the dining table. “It’s just an experiment, how bad could it be?”
“That’s the problem! Those things are always too good to be true.” You looked at the first page, reading “Sleep Clinical Trial 6.4”. “Like, what if they do something weird to me?”
“They won’t! They’re a legit pharmaceutical company! They give you medication, you sleep for a bit, and then you get like, 500 dollars! It’s not that big of a deal.” She sighed, her hands on her hips. “I did the 6.2 experiment, trust me, I know these guys!”
“Ugh…” You groaned. “Is this a pyramid scheme or something? Why are you vouching so hard for them?”
“Listen, I don’t wanna be that person, but you haven’t paid rent in 2 months. I love you, but I can’t let you keep eating and sleeping here for free. If you’re not gonna get a job, you can either do this, or get out.”
You sighed. “I’ll go. I don’t promise anything, but I’ll at least hear them out.”
~
The next day, you made your way into the trial clinic on the address your friend gave you.
“Hello! How can I help you?” The receptionist, wearing a “Jeno” name tag, asked you.
“Um, hi, I’m here to participate in the sleep clinical trial.” You told him, already nervous and fidgeting.
“Oh, dear…” He clicked his tongue. “Honey, that was yesterday…”
“Fuck! I’m sorry…” You nearly bolted out the door.
“Wait! Miss!” Another man called after you. “If you’re willing to, I’m testing something else out right now, I’ll pay you $2000!”
You spun around. “What is it?”
He handed you a clipboard, with some papers attached. “Let me take you into my office.”
He dragged you into his office, the grandeur of it shocking you. Rows of bookshelves, giant velvet seats, and an oak wood desk that sat in the middle of the room, a leather chair in front of it. You focused your attention back to the doctor, who was wearing a suit with a lab coat over it, his hair an ash blue color, his glasses resting down his nose.
“Let me introduce myself, I’m Na Jaemin, MD. I’m testing a medicine right now, it’s a female hormone regulator.” You shook his hand as you sat on the leather seat, him sitting across from you.
You flipped through the papers. “What do I have to do for this, exactly?”
You read the first page. “Project E 1.0”
The subject will be given a shot containing an unlabelled test medication.
Effects may vary, but it will be used to treat PCOS and other hormone irregularities.
“You just have to take a shot, and I’ll do the rest. I’ll take your blood work, weight, physical changes… It’s supposed to be all good… hair growth, regulates your cholesterol, and makes your breasts bigger.”
“What are the possible side effects?” You asked.
“Hormones can cause a large amount of side effects, like birth control. Although, I must warn you that you are the first person to be administered this drug, which is why the pay is so good. There may be side effects we are unaware of.”
“...So basically you have no idea.” You rolled your eyes.
“Yes, but I’ll be here for you the whole time.”
You nodded. "I'll do it." After all, it seemed more good than bad, and $2000…
"You'll be taking a shot every 2 weeks, which I'll administer, then I'll have you report any changes in your mood, body, etcetera. Sign here, and then we can start!" Jaemin pointed to the last page of the stack he’d given you.
You quickly signed your sanity to Na Jaemin, MD.
~
You quickly realized the bad outweighed the good. Sure, your hair was healthier than it had ever been, your skin was glowing, your breasts grew…
But your back hurts from the weight gain and you’ve never been so horny in your life.
You were sweating, your vibrator overheating, and your cunt was drenched from the constant need of relief.
Your phone shined brightly in the dark of your bedroom. 2 weeks had passed. You needed to see your doctor again.
~
You were put together enough to make the average person think you were okay, but Jaemin could see through you, the pained look in your eyes familiar to him after working in the medical field for years. Mini skirt barely hiding the fact your juices were pouring down your legs, wishing you wore jeans, but you didn’t even have the strength to slide a pair up.
"So, I take it that the past two weeks haven't been the best?" Jaemin's pen clicked to the tempo of the clock ticking.
"No…" You rubbed your thighs together, your sweat sticking to the leather chair. You could practically feel yourself soaking the leather, still so wet, so needy. “I’ve… had a raised libido, I guess.” Your throat was dry, swallowing.
"Have you tried masturbating?" His words filled you with dread, not knowing if he fully understood.
"Everyday… Multiple times everyday. I haven't been able to sleep properly because of it…" You felt sticky, hot. You could practically smell Jaemin, the scent of his cologne, his musk, glancing at the way his hands moved as he wrote, the veins traveling up his arms. You nearly started drooling, noticing he didn’t have a ring on his finger, imagining his fingers inside you. You shook your head, knowing you couldn’t do this to yourself.
Jaemin kissed his teeth, the pop echoing in your ears. "Is a partner not an option?"
"No, I'm single… Can I go to the bathroom?" You were throbbing, practically able to feel the blood rushing to your clit, your panties rubbing against it too much to handle. You nearly toppled over as you stood up, dizzy, your legs too weak from needing to cum more than anything.
Jaemin stood up then helped you stand up. "Are you okay?" His arm on your waist, the scent of his cologne overwhelming you.
"Is… too much." You whimpered. "Need to cum right now."
Jaemin rushed you into a sterile, brightly lit patient room. He started laying you down onto the small, leather bed covered in a disposable sheet, then shutting and locking the door. "How long has this been going on?"
Tears ran down your face. "Since I took it…"
"Why hasn't it worn off?" He grumbled to himself, pacing around the room. "It's been 2 weeks, it should be out of your system…"
"It hurts…" You cried out.
"Oh, right… Fuck, you should've called me when it started! What should I do?" He touched your cheek, wiping your tears away, the chill of his hand shocking you.
"Make me cum." You cried out, your body burning up. "Doctor, make me cum…"
As he thought to himself, Jaemin thought about how he couldn't fuck a patient, how he was a professional, how he could probably give you a pain medication to make it stop. But then seeing you in agony made him reconsider the fact that he was the one who did this to you, that he was responsible… Then he realized how hard he was from listening to your cries and how much he wanted to help you cum.
Jaemin spread your legs open, sliding your panties off as they stuck to your cunt, soaked. "So wet, cute…" He muttered to himself. His hands grabbed your thighs, squeezing onto them to stabilize himself as he bent down to eat you out.
Licking up your wetness, Jaemin sucked on your clit, flicking at it with his tongue.
"Cumming!" You cried out, your back arching, hips grinding against Jaemin's tongue.
Your pretty, high pitched whines were enough to make Jaemin risk losing his job.
As Jaemin pulled away, he licked his lips and swallowed the taste of you. "Do you feel better?"
"A little…" You mumbled, sitting up, still dizzy, but less stressed.
Jaemin lowered the hospital bed using the remote on the end of the bed. "Bend over the bed."
“Doctor-” You stood up.
“Call me Jaemin, please.” Jaemin took your hand, spinning you around, then pressing his hand against your back, bending you over, his hand trailing up to the back of your head, pushing your cheek against the leather cushion. Your hands outstretched in front of you, gripping onto the paper-wrapped pillow.
“Jaemin…” You moaned, your voice only a little louder than a whisper, listening to the sounds of Jaemin removing his belt and unzipping his slacks.
His hand slid cupped your ass, watching you squirm from his touch. His tip rubbing your clit, covered in precum, getting even more wet from you. “I promise I’ll be gentle.”
“Please, hurry up.” You whimpered, crying into the pillow.
“Of course.” Jaemin plunged straight into you, grabbing onto your hips, pulling you towards him.
You never really got a good look at his cock, but it was safe to say that he was longer, thicker than your dildo, or any man you’ve ever been with before. Your back arched instinctively, not knowing how to handle a cock that big. Jaemin was only inside you for a little while, but you were already close, and after a few thrusts from Jaemin, you were at your limit. “Doctor, please!” You moaned out, biting onto the pillow as you came.
Jaemin didn’t know how to react, but he knew how he wanted to react. He grabbed you by your neck and shoved the rest of his length into you. His hand was pressed against your windpipe, making you unable to properly breathe, forcing you to arch your back so you could breathe properly. Once you did, Jaemin adjusted his hand, squeezing onto the sides of your throat.
“I told you to call me Jaemin.” He whispered into your ear.
“Sorry…” Jaemin’s pace began to quicken. “Sorry, I’m sorry!”
“You should’ve listened to me.” Jaemin started kissing your neck, nibbling, biting, trying to stop himself from pitifully moaning.
“Jaemin! Jaemin, I’m sorry!” His grip on your neck tightened, cutting off your jugular vein, making you feel euphoric.
“You’re so fucking nasty… It’s so beautiful.” He moaned into your ear while you whimpered, begging Jaemin for mercy.
You knew you were an overstimulated, noisy mess, left at the mercy of Jaemin, an overworked doctor who needed you to take his stress out into your pathetic hole.
Jaemin was certain Jeno could hear everything and prayed he would cover his ass. The way you screamed his name was worth it though. The way you shook when you came, the sweet squelching sounds you made, they were all beautiful.
“I’m gonna cum.” Jaemin bit down on your neck, already having left multiple bruises and bite marks on your pretty neck. Treating you how a dog bites down on his chew toy. Forcefully and mercilessly, like you couldn’t feel a thing.
And you basically couldn’t, afterall, all you could feel was how good Jaemin was fucking you. In that moment, Jaemin could’ve done anything he wanted to you and you would’ve nodded your head and taken it.
Which is why you didn’t even say anything when your insides were coated with a thick layer of Jaemin’s cum.
Jaemin left you for a few hours, letting you get the sleep you desperately needed.
~
When you woke up, you realized you were no longer in pain. Forcing yourself to get dressed, you made your way over to Jaemin’s office.
“You’re up?” He looked up at you over his glasses.
You nodded, sitting back down at the chair you were sitting in earlier, noticing the wet mark was still there.
“Are you still in pain?”
You shook your head, rubbing your arms.
“Shall we continue the trial then?” Jaemin stood up, removing his glasses and setting them on his desk.
“But I was in so much pain…” You looked up at Jaemin as he walked over to you.
“I think I have a solution to that.” Caressing your cheek and gently kissing your lips.
“Please fuck me again, Jaemin.”
“As my patient wishes.”
#bringing this back#because moon is like this HEAVILY#but worse ofc#nct smut#nct dream smut#jaemin smut#nct fanfic#nct x reader
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ppl can be very weird like im sure every writers has put lots of warning for every fics yet they still read it and give a bad comments(?????????) 😐 like wtf did u expect???
and yea ai update me how have you been recently
and what you are up to? 😻
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sooo i mentioned this before but my bf and i broke up.
actually, i hung out with him today (as friends) and (very tmi) he got hard when he saw me LMAO. my friends and i like to call this "pavlov's dick" where whenever a guy sees a girl he's fucked in the past (especially true with exes or one night stands), he gets hard.
i never mentioned this before, but i sold my nct collection... for a man. 😭 i was planning on continue writing but maybe once every 2 months. i dont really see my writing as like... nct themselves, (ofc it makes it more fun to write with a muse in mind, but i digress) but i think of them as just muses. but yeah, tbh i dont really "stan" them anymore, just a casual listener.
what did u think about "shalala" tho? tbh it wasnt my cup of tea, but the more tiktoks i see, the more i like it...
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AI !!! its been so long idk if u still rmb me or not? 🫵🏻😋 but i saw ur post u finally got a hate comment? proof of how big you've come ai you've come so far !!! 🤩🫧 but yesssss pls keep writing and dont let that hate comment drag you down bcs im here always supporting you !! i rlly read all ur posts and i love it so much esp the candy series WURUWUEUUEE 🤤🫶🏻 im looking forward to winter-renjun !!! I LOVE U AI HAVE A GREAT DAY/NIGHT 🥹🫧🍓
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ofc i remember u! im so glad u still like my content <3 i knew people werent gonna like that post but i put like a giant content warning idk what people want 😭 anyways! hopefully winter will be out soon hdjwisowjw i've really been all over the place recently agh
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my 1st hate comment! yall i made it!
on a serious note, my stories all have VERY detailed warnings. if u dont like it, dont read it.
and... its all fiction. me writing something does not mean i want for it to happen, in fact, its quite the opposite. i think a lot of people have this misconception that this is supposed to be wholesome and romantic bc its self insert. idk. maybe there was a reason that traumatizing self instert fics arent really a thing, but i like writing them!
winter-renjun is gonna be worse! im so excited!
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But why did I turn his doorknob if I didn’t know it’d be unlocked 😶
i was thinking of one of the lever door knobs? where if u lean on it, it opens? but we can just call it... plot armor 🤫
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Graduation
if you suffer from depression or suicidal thoughts, please skip this one. remember to read the warnings.
this content may be traumatizing or hard to read for younger audiences.
a second version of this story will be released that removes the bigger triggers.
Pairing: Jeno X Reader
Genre: Smut, Angst, Porn Star Jeno AU
Warnings: SA (on reader), forced pregnancy, emotional abuse and exploitation, date rape drugging, suicide
Word Count: 2.0k
"You're hot then cold. Warm enough to kiss my lips in the morning, but cold enough for me to question if you even love me…"
Part 3 of 4: Autumn- Graduation
"Fuck, it's so deep inside me! Harder!" The girl in the apartment next to yours was screaming her heart out.
"Say my name you fucking bitch." You heard a man slap her.
"Jeno!" She moaned.
"Good girl."
You moved into your apartment a few weeks ago. Everyday it was like this. Jeno would bring over a girl and fuck her for hours. You were the unfortunate person who lived next to him, on the otherwise vacant 12th floor of your apartment building.
You and Jeno had fairly different schedules, so you never bumped into him in the halls… nor did you even know what he really looked like.
But today, enough was enough. You had to confront him yourself.
You knocked on his door a few hours later.
"Who is it?" Jeno yelled.
"Your neighbor." You yelled back.
"Oh, shit!" You heard Jeno hiss through the door, then open it. "What can I do for you?"
"I moved here a few weeks ago… And I just want to ask if you could possibly… Um…" You tried to sort your words. "Keep it down when you're…"
Jeno nodded, clicking his tongue. "Got it. To be honest, I didn't know someone moved in, I thought I was the only person on this floor…"
"Alright. Thanks, that's all." You awkwardly shuffled out of the hall and back into your apartment.
~
But the very next day, the screams and moans were just as loud, if not louder. You quickly realized… it wasn't Jeno. Jeno was probably watching porn…
You decided to knock on his door. Then you turned the door knob, not knowing it was unlocked…
He wasn't watching porn. He was holding a camera. He's a porn star.
~
Jeno invited you over to his place after everyone else left. "I should explain… And you shouldn't sit there." He stopped you from sitting on his couch.
"Oh." You noticed someone's… bodily fluids.
"Just sit right there." He pointed at a dining chair.
You sat across from Jeno.
"I… do porn. And I record it all here." Jeno blushed. "The apartment owner let me have my own floor as long as I paid him, but I guess… You're here now too."
"Well… yeah." You didn't really have a response.
"I just want to say I'm really sorry." Looking around his apartment, you noticed a bunch of designer products around. His shoes, rings… even his lamp.
"How much are you making?" You blurted out. "Sorry, that's rude, I shouldn't-"
"50 thousand a month." Jeno responded. "But usually I'm the one filming it, not in it…"
You sighed. "That's… crazy."
"If you ever need money you should film with me." Jeno looked you in the eye. "You're pretty enough to."
"I, um…" You were thinking of a valid excuse to leave, when Jeno started laughing.
"I'm fucking with you." He scoffed. "I'm not fucking my next door neighbor."
You awkwardly laughed. "I know I crossed a line by asking how much you make…"
"Do you want some tea or anything?" Jeno stood up.
You stood up as well. "Actually, I think I should be going…"
Jeno showed you out. "Please, don't be afraid to knock or something when we get too loud. Or can you give me your number?"
You shook your head, already out the door. "It's fine. Can you just knock and make sure I'm not home yet before you start filming?"
"Will do, neighbor."
~
You could tell Jeno was really trying his hardest to stay quiet, which you appreciated. The only thing that really bothered you was…
He seemed too comfortable with you.
"Hey!" Jeno banged on your door repeatedly with both fists.
You ran to open the door, thinking maybe there was an emergency.
"Can I come in?" Jeno let himself in before you could even say no. "One of the girls fucking squirted all over my couch. I wanna watch TV. I brought some beer!"
You watched him, nearly ready to punch him.
"Do you have Hulu?"
"No, I don't…" You gritted through your teeth.
"Let me log in. You can use my account later if you want."
"Jeno." You sighed. "I-"
"Should I deliver some food? I'll buy some for you too, if you want."
You can't really turn down free food… "I guess."
Jeno plopped on your couch then hit the seat next to him. "Sit."
You did as told. "What do you want to eat?"
"You choose." Jeno wrapped his arm around your shoulder and continued to scroll, his head hitting yours.
You thought it was… weird how quickly Jeno began to get close to you, but you figured it was just part of the job, he's probably usually inside girls after 5 minutes. "Chinese?"
"Sure." His thighs touched yours.
You tried to shift away, but he was holding onto you tight.
"I was thinking," Jeno turned on Euphoria. "You and I never really got to know each other properly."
"Yeah…" You were… too awkward. Too unsure.
"Well, let me tell you about myself then."
The rest of the night was filled with Chinese food and Jeno talking about his life, how he wanted to become a K-Pop idol with his friend, Jaemin, but failed, and ended up becoming a porn star since he failed high school and never graduated.
He treated you like he was his best friend. When he laughed, he would slap your arm, and his eyes turned into crescent moons.
Maybe you judged him too quickly and he just needed friends…
~
"Shit." You looked into your bank app 2 weeks later. You had a negative balance.
You thought about what Jeno told you…
You had no choice, besides, Jeno seemed like he would be able to loan you some money anyways…
You knocked on his door.
He came out, his hair disheveled, only in his boxers. "What-"
You walked inside. "I need your help."
Jeno closed the door behind him. "What?" His voice was husky, probably from just waking up.
"You said if I ever needed money…"
"You wanna film something with me?" Jeno smirked, crossing his arms.
"No, look at my bank-"
"I'm fucking with you." Jeno opened his refrigerator, taking out a water pitcher. "I can lend you the money if you don't actually want to record me fucking you."
"Really?" You ran to Jeno and hugged him. "Thank you! Thank you, thank you!"
Jeno hugged you back. "Actually, you don't have to pay me back."
"Then…"
"I want you to fuck me with the cameras off."
You waited for Jeno to start laughing. "..."
"I'm not joking." Jeno kissed your cheek. "You woke me up in the middle of a wet dream, and I need you to fix this."
"But I-" You wanted to explain you could pay him back.
"Do you want the money or not?" Jeno sat on his couch.
You went over to him and got on your knees.
"Smart girl."
You finally realized why he was a porn star. Beyond his abs and his generally attractive face, his cock was long and thick. It had to have been at least 9 inches…
"I don't- I um… Can I just pay you back?" You backed up.
Jeno stood up. "You want to back out now? No." And he shoved his dick down your throat, face fucking you.
"Jeno!" You tried to scream but you were muffled from his cock going down your throat.
"Such a pretty girl, you take my cock so well…" Jeno cooed at you, even though only half of it was in your mouth.
You tried to tap out as Jeno went deeper into your mouth, but your slaps were only met with laughter.
"You can take it, I know you can. Be a good girl for me and I'll give you a reward, okay?"
You felt like your neck was bulging out from how thick Jeno's dick was, and all you could hear besides your gagging was your saliva dripping onto the floor. It hurt, but somehow, the lightheadedness made you a bit wet…
Jeno pulled out and came onto your face. He went into another room and handed you a stack of 100s, slamming it onto the coffee table behind you.
"Is that enough?" He sighed, sliding a hoodie and some shorts on.
You nodded. "Can I wash my face?"
"Actually, you need to get out right now." Jeno turned the TV on.
You grabbed the money and ran back to your apartment to wash your face off. You felt… weird. This is what you wanted, and honestly, you could say you were… okay with it. And that pissed you off.
You went on with your day. You went to the bank and deposited the money. You came home and had dinner.
And Jeno did too.
"Hey…" Jeno knocked on your door a few days later. "My kettle broke… Can I use yours?"
"Uh… sure." You began to heat up the kettle as Jeno took some tea bags out of his pocket.
He made two cups of tea.
"Oh, Jeno, I don't really like tea…" You grumbled.
"Just try it. Just one glass. For me?" Jeno pouted.
"Fine…" You drank it with sugar.
"Shall we get to the real reason I'm here?" And with that, you fell on your knees, pulling Jeno's sweats down, dick already hard. You gagged a bit when it first entered your mouth, but you got used to it rather quickly.
Jeno grabbed your head, annoyed with how slow you were going, shoving it on and off his cock like you were a doll.
"Fucking-" Jeno hissed, pulling your head off him. "Up." He pulled you up by your head. "Bend over." He slammed you over the nearest table.
He ripped your jeans off you, feeling your slit.
"Jeno, I'm-"
"Quiet." He grabbed your thigh, his fingers gripping you so hard you thought it would leave a bruise the next day.
"Jeno…" You mewled as his middle and ring finger began to pump inside you.
"God, you're so fucking wet…" Jeno whispered.
"Just… put it inside me." You insisted, the pressure getting to you.
"I like your style." Jeno slammed himself into you.
He felt bigger than when he slammed his cock down your throat… You were going to be so sore tomorrow. The way he stretched you out and his tip hit your cervix was all too much.
But it felt so good…
"Jeno." You whined. "You're in too deep…"
"You're fine." He began massaging your breasts, pinching your nipples.
You hated how you mindlessly moaned, covering your mouth with your hand.
He pulled out and came on your back, his cum trickling onto your hair. He ran and grabbed a paper towel, wiping it off your back. You sat on your couch, Jeno sitting next to you.
Jeno wrapped a blanket over you and him, pulling you to rest on his shoulder.
"I'll give you more money tomorrow." Jeno fell asleep on your couch with your head on his chest.
~
You woke up on your couch, alone, a stack of cash next to your head being the only thing keeping you warm.
You and Jeno avoided each other for the next few weeks. Jeno brought girls around to his place without warning you. It was… grating. It's not like you were in love with Jeno, but you certainly thought you two were able to at least talk to each other…
You knocked on Jeno's door.
"Can I help you?" He was wearing a suit, albeit without a shirt underneath.
"Um… I'm out of sugar! Making an apple… pie! I need sugar. Can you spare me a cup?" You fumbled around with your words.
"You're baking and you don't even have sugar?" Jeno scoffed. "You're such a bad liar. Just come in."
You followed him into his bathroom, hair gel and hairspray on the countertops. "I just… was wondering how you were. But it seems like you're fine, so I'll just go-"
His lips crashed onto yours, his teeth almost hitting yours. "I fucking missed you. Why didn't you come over here?"
You pushed him away, your hand on his bare chest. "Jeno, I just wanted to make sure you weren't dead. That's all."
Jeno rolled his eyes, running his hands through his hair, fixing it in place with gel. "Well?"
"...You're alive. So I'll leave." You stepped out.
Jeno grabbed you by your waist, pulling you back into a back hug. "You can't leave."
You stopped yourself from scoffing at Jeno. "Who are you to control me?"
Jeno placed his palm on your stomach. "Because I put something inside you, didn't I? Honey, you're not on birth control, aren't you? Of course, I had to wait 3 weeks to make sure, but… shouldn't you be getting your period today? I read your calendar."
You thought of the way you woke up on the couch. That night… you were too out of it. How could he open and close the front door without you waking up? "What the fuck did you do to me while I was asleep, Jeno?" You thought of the tea. He put something in your tea…
"Nothing I wouldn't have done while you were awake. But… just without you knowing." Jeno's grip around your waist got tighter. "Pregnancy porn is a really popular porn category. Don't worry, I'll take care of you and the baby until… the 5 month mark? When you start showing, maybe? Then you'll have to work for your money."
"Jen-" Jeno let go of your waist and spun you around, caressing your cheek with one hand, the other hand gripping on your shoulder.
"Quit your job. I'll take care of you from now on. You and that baby are mine." Jeno let go of you. "I have to go to work now. Another girl will be here in a minute. Get the fuck out of my apartment, you fucking whore."
Tears brimmed in your eyes as the reality of your situation sunk in.
"I told you to get out."
Your feet felt heavy.
"Now."
You gasped for air, your chest unable to breathe.
"Fucking- you're only good for one thing and you still want to act like this?" Jeno slapped you across the face. "Can't even fucking cook, God, I should've chosen a better girl. Oh, you know that kid is getting put up for adoption when it comes out of you, right? I'm not paying you child support." Jeno grabbed you by the hair, dragging you out of the bathroom. "Leave."
And you left.
But the abuse didn't end.
You gave birth on a cold day in October, when you gave up your daughter, and you would leave Jeno.
It snowed for the first time of the year the day you finally left.
And you could be... Happy. As happy as you could be.
You went into Jeno's cabinets and brewed a cup of tea with ten tea packets in it.
You walked into the forest with your warm mug in the palm of your hand, sitting under an oak tree. And when you drank it, you were warm.
Until your body went cold.
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please excuse the fact i went on hiatus, my life has been crazy 😭 finals, then i got a bf... but fall-jeno will be up hopefully today or tomorrow!
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