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sour tangie | njm

plug!bf!jaemin ft. dreamies

part 2 to strawberry cough, but can be read as a standalone

summary: jaemin’s always calm and collected. he's content and he’s got all he needs - friends, weed, and most importantly, you. he never could have imagined what combining the three could do to his mind, especially when he thinks his friend may have taken a little too much of a liking to you.

wc: 6.3k 18+ mdni

cw: afab!gn!reader, weed/marijuana use, sex under the influence of weed, unprotected penetrative sex (multiple positions), jeeeealous jealous/possessive jaemin, baby & angel as petnames, rough/angry sex, misunderstandings, annoying haechan, cursing, angst, oral (receiving), edging, a lot of overstimulation, reader has to stop jaemin at some point, reader and jaemin crying, jaemin is still a loving bf who'd do anyth for you in the end

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smoke fills the living room, and your boyfriend is to your left passing you the blunt for the nth time. the rest of his friends are scattered around the circle.

you aren’t sure how long its been, but by the look of everyone’s red eyes around you it’s probably been a while.

you pass the blunt to mark on your right, and slump into your boyfriend’s shoulder.

“are you okay, baby?” jaemin slurs into the top of your head.

you hum to let him know you’re fine, but your slumped figure catches the attention of a certain friend across the circle. his teasing snaps you out of your daze.

“aw poor __, can’t seem to hang anymore?” he taunts in a whiny voice.

your head rises at the challenge, and across you is haechan sporting his usual grin. he’s been a pain in your side since the second you met him and the rest of the friend circle, but you’ve had no problem reciprocating that.

“shut the fuck up hyuck,” you snap.

he laughs at your sleepy hostility. “oooh someone’s cranky,” he continues to tease.

you start arguing back and forth, and everyone just continues as normal, being used to it by now.

jaemin silently watches the interaction, simply opting to snake an arm around your waist to tug you back into his side. you relax back into him as haechan is being passed the blunt, closing your eyes.

haechan closes his own as he inhales the smoke before glancing back in your direction, meeting eyes with your unamused boyfriend instead.

jaemin raises an eyebrow at his friend, who just chuckles and takes another hit, passing it onto chenle.

jaemin shifts his attention back to you as you start to droop, letting the drowsiness take you. he knows you like the back of his hand, and if he leaves you be, he knows you have no problem dozing off then and there.

the blunt makes its way back into his hand and after taking a long hit, he puts it out instead of passing it to you.

jaemin looks at his friends with a tired smile.

“ok guys, time to wrap it up.”

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jaemin and you had been a solid pair for a while, and you’ve had more than enough time to get comfortable with his tight knit circle.

as the plug of his group, jaemin let his place be the main hang out spot. he had started bringing you around to their place to join their blunt rotations more often and you fit right in.

to his friends, jaemin’s relationship with you is chill and private, always the seasoned couple with no major issues. though there are ups and downs, your relationship with jaemin is that way. you both have an understanding of each other like no other.

jaemin never seems to mind anything much, always being a level-headed, collected partner with a talent for diffusing any situation with his calm yet goofy demeanor.

almost any situation.

at this moment, jaemin is not as collected as usual. his mind wanders back to haechan’s interaction with you the night before.

despite knowing its in haechan’s nature to be teasing, even being close with the other members’ partners, he can’t help but feel off about it all. haechan seems to enjoy teasing you just a bit too much.

what’s even worse - you don’t actually seem to mind it that much. in fact, it seems like you enjoy it as well. the dynamic is just a bit different, and the difference is noticeable enough to affect jaemin slowly but surely.

as much as haechan teases you, you know how to get him right back, and you’ve always had an easy time bantering back and forth with his friend. it’s been more noticeable now with how often your visits coincide with his friends’.

jaemin would never try and control who you talk to, he wants you to be comfortable all the time. he wants you to be close with his friends, and he is so happy that you are, but there’s a nagging feeling in the back of his mind about haechan in particular.

he’s secure about your relationship and your love for him, and he reminds himself that as he tries to push your interactions with his friend out of his brain.

he just makes sure to include half of what he usually does for haechan’s regular weed order.

jaemin checks his schedule when he wakes up. he’s off work, but he needs to go to his supplier, running low on a lot of items in his inventory. business has been pretty good lately, and he wants to keep that going.

he grins at the thought of using his extra funds to take you on a trip at the end of the year. he’s been wanting to for a while, and he can already imagine your surprised face when he tells you to block out a week for a vacation to who knows where.

work has been busy for both of you plus his plug duties, so you haven’t spent as much time together as you used to.

he daydreams about less hectic times and you stay on his mind. he thinks about you whole way there, and you don’t leave his mind even when he gets his order from his supplier and sets back home.

he decides to visit the cafe you work at since it’s on the way, hoping to see his favorite person. you are staying over at his the following weekend, but seeing you would definitely get him through the time it’ll take to get there.

he gets there in no time, catching sight of the back of your head. it looks like you might be helping one of the guests at a table, so he goes in intending to surprise you when you are done with them.

what he doesn’t expect is a very familar face sitting at the table you’re helping. a very familiar voice, extremely grating to his ears in this moment.

there sits haechan, talking about something with you animatedly with a slice of cake and a mug in front of him. you are busy adding your own input, but he can’t focus on deciphering it from where he’s at.

he feels a tingling in his head. he can’t quite put a name to how he’s feeling, wrestling between anxiety, irritation, and confusion.

what the hell is he doing there? he sees you when you all hang out, so why does he feel the need to come see you, especially when your literal boyfriend who happens to be his friend isn’t there?

jaemin’s thoughts fester as he starts to approach the table, trying to push down the not-so-happy feelings.

“jaemin?”

another familar voice rings in his ears and he turns around to see renjun followed by their younger friend, jisung, coming from the direction of the cafe’s bathroom.

“did you come to join us? jisung is job hunting and we are trying to keep him company,” renjun explains. immediately his shoulders relax at the revelation from his friend.

jaemin could not be happier to see them. he turns his attention back to you and haechan, who has taken notice of him, pointing him out to you and waving him down.

you turn around to see him, and your face brightens at the sight of your boyfriend.

“hi baby, what a surprise!” you say as you bring him into a hug. he wraps his arms around you, and all anxieties leave him.

renjun and jisung join haechan back at the table, and you let jaemin know to sit with them so you can bring him his own dessert.

as he sits down next to jisung, he keeps his eyes trained on you as you plate the slice. he turns his eyes to haechan, who is scarfing his own slice down.

he lets out a deep sigh, though his friends seem too preoccupied to notice or say anything if they did. sitting with his arms crossed, his brows furrow in deep thought.

honestly, he feels a little embarrassed at his internal overreaction. he closes his eyes for a bit. maybe more than just a litte embarrassed.

there’s nothing wrong with his friends coming to a cafe to study. they’re also giving you business, so there’s nothing to be alarmed about.

as you come back with a lemon tart and an americano, he pushes down any lingering feelings from his misunderstanding. he takes a bite of the treat, and the taste spreads throughout his mouth.

sour.

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jaemin tries not to let his perception of you and haechan’s friendship bother him, but he can’t help the alarm bells that keep going off.

your anticipated weekend sleepover with jaemin comes, and you finally get to spend some quality boyfriend time. the two of you are cuddled on his pull-out couch, jaemin rolling a blunt of a new sativa strain he just got.

he’s always wanting to try new things with you, and his supplier had recommended it as his strain of choice.

you hold the small bag in your hand — sour tangie the label reads. he knows you like your citrus and he’s always down for a break from your usual strawberry flavored strain.

he passes his perfectly rolled joint to you, lighting it for you as he always does. he looks at you adoringly as you take your first long hit, inhaling and holding before blowing away from you.

when you pass it to him and he starts taking his own, your gaze mirrors his from a minute ago. as much as you’ve gotten used to the combination of your boyfriend and weed, there’s something that still stirs in you whenever he smokes with you.

it’s been a while since you’ve gotten to spend solo quality time, which means it’s also been quite some time since you have had any intimacy with him. the sight of him even in just a black t-shirt and gray sweats has you drooling.

there’s something so sexy about watching jaemin ensure the joint is properly ashed, rotating it a few times to make sure its burning evenly before passing it to you. always a gentleman.

after some back and forth, he takes one last hit, putting it out as he holds it in. you immediately straddle your boyfriend, having held back long enough to finish the joint.

smoke leaks from between jaemin’s lips, which are pulled in a dopey smile as he wraps his hands around your waist to bring you closer.

truthfully, you had wanted him to take you home then and there when he came to your work, but you held off knowing you’d have the whole weekend together.

the last bit of smoke leaves him as his lips meet yours, the earthy citrus smell and taste hitting both of your senses as you make up for lost time. you start getting lost in each other, kisses getting deeper and deeper.

bzzzzz.

you feel a buzzing on your thigh, neither of you paying it much attention until you realize it’s coming from jaemin’s pocket.

“jaem, your phone.” you breathe out between kisses.

without separating, he reaches between you to pull it out, tossing it to the side without bothering to even check who it is.

“gotta focus on making my baby feel good,” he murmurs into your mouth, planting his hands on your ass to start moving you back and forth over himself.

your head shifts to the side as he starts kissing your neck. through barely open eyes, you take notice of jaemin’s tossed phone, seeing the screen light up with another call. you open your eyes and make out the name on the screen.

“j-jaemin, baby, why is hyuck calling you?”

hearing his friend’s name coming out of your mouth snaps him from his daze and he pauses momentarily. haechan shouldn’t be on your mind, shouldn’t be on your lips while jaemin is making you feel good. he tries to regain composure in his high state.

“ignore it angel.”

he lays a harsh kiss on your neck.

“focus on me only.”

his hips start to grind into yours with more force.

he does his best to ignore his phone, to ignore the person calling, and the buzzing continues for a few more minutes until finally stopping.

his shoulders subconsciously relax a little, and he helps you take your shirt off as well as his own as he starts to lay you onto your back.

your head accidentally hits your own phone, which was left forgotten on the couch and the two of you giggle as you shove it to the side. he slides your shorts off.

eyes glossing over with his target in mind, jaemin starts laying kisses down your body. haechan should be gone from your thoughts, but for good measure he’s gonna make sure your mind can only think about him in the way he knows best.

he’s almost there, starting to spread your legs, pushing your underwear to the side, mouth opening to meet-

bzzzzz.

the irritating buzzing is back, and jaemin frustratedly rises, looking for his phone to turn it completely off with you whining at his separation.

when he finds his phone, he’s met with his lockscreen of you, confused to see no incoming call. it’s quiet, yet he still hears buzzing. his eyes slowly shift to your phone, shoved not far from where he threw his own phone.

“just turn my phone off too baby,” you plea, trying to close your legs around him to bring him back.

he has a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach as his hand moves to your still buzzing phone. he turns it over and holds himself back from hurling your phone at the wall.

a goofy picture of a red-eyed, high haechan appears on your screen, along with his contact name- hyuckie.

jaemin almost sees red, ending the call and turning your phone off with lightning speed. he’s silent.

after the phones are off, he slides your underwear completely off, and resumes his place between your thighs. wrapping his arms around them with a harsh grip, he starts going down on you with a fervor different from usual.

the pleasure hits you right away and you’re clutching at his hair to press him further into you. your mind is empty besides thoughts of jaemin, jaemin, and jaemin.

your boyfriend’s thoughts are anything but empty.

why was haechan calling you? if jaemin didn’t answer, shouldn’t he call the other friends? were the two of you even close enough to call like that? hyuckie?? what the hell is that??

his thoughts race as he slips his tongue in and out of your entrance, nose hitting your clit as his thick arms hold your legs open.

your eyes roll to the back of your head, your peak threatening to hit at any moment. your moans get louder and louder as your hands clutch jaemin’s hair tighter.

“fuck jaem- baby, i’m gonna cum, b-baby” you repeat his name, back arching as you he brings you to a shattering orgasm, but he doesn’t slow down in the slightest, totally lost in your heat and his own thoughts.

he keeps going at your entrance as you try to lightly push at his head, starting to shake from overstimulation.

what makes him think he can call you on a saturday night? trying to ruin our weekend? he’s always there and—

“jaemin, stop!” you shriek, punctuated with a stronger push to his head. he snaps out of his rambling thoughts and immediately moves his eyes up to meet yours, filled with tears.

oh shit.

“was too much, baby..” he panics at your tears and wobbly voice.

“oh no angel, i’m so, so, SO, so sorry i wasn’t thinking,” he wipes his lips and moves to cuddle you, giving you sweet pecks. jaemin whispers apologies into your hair as he kisses your tears away. he massages your thighs, letting your aching legs rest.

“are you okay, angel?” he checks.

“i’m okay jaem, it actually felt really, really good, just was a little too much at the end,” you reassure him.

you aren’t lying in the slightest. you’re not sure what was going on with him, but something about the way he ate you out had you cumming harder than usual. you weren’t expecting it, and that made it overwhelming, but you could get used to this side of jaemin. what brings him out?

“what were you thinking about, baby? not gonna lie, i love everything you do to me but this was a little different. different in a sexy way,” you try to bring a lighthearted tone.

“nothing love, just got lost in how good you tasted,” he avoids the question, and you decide you can just ask again later.

“i’m so sorry again baby. i’ll make it up to you, anything you want me to do. let’s just finish up for tonight, we can go take a bath.” he starts to look for your shirt, but you wrap your legs back around him to stop him from leaving.

there’s no way you’re letting the night end just yet, already turned on again remembering his earlier overstimulation.

“i know how you could make me feel better,” you tell him, making him pause.

“how, baby? i really will do anything you want.” the guilt is evident in his face.

you sit up to lay a sweet kiss on his lips, which he reciprocates, and pull away to whisper in his ear.

“i’d feel so much better if you filled me up.”

his mouth goes dry, and it’s not from the weed.

“no baby it’s all fine, but..” he pauses, with the feeling of himself straining against his pants becoming more and more apparent. you look at him expectantly.

“..are you sure? if it’ll make you feel better then yes, but if it’s all for me then no.”

he’s so torn. he just wants to make sure you’re really okay. he’s never driven you to that point before, always being calm and reassuring even when he’s fucking the life out of you.

you nod as he brushes your hair from your face. you smile at the concerned expression on your sweet lover. “i’m okay jaem, it’s all okay, thank you. i want you,” you reassure him.

jaemin’s heart swells with love and guilt, determined to make it all up to you the best he can. to make sweet love to you all night, like he intended from the beginning.

“i’ll be gentle,” he promises.

as he focuses his mind back onto you, and only you, he sinks into you gently as you adjust to the stretch. with every move he makes, sugary confessions of love and apologies leave his mouth.

as the night progresses and the weed and energy leave your bodies, he can’t help but wonder if haechan’s still trying to call, imagining how it would be to answer it while fucking you to let his friend know he has no chance with you. ever.

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as much as he wanted to, jaemin couldn’t even stay mad at haechan for long. the two of you found out the next day that haechan was black out drunk at a bar your group frequented that night.

he had drunkenly called all of the friend circle, wanting to hear his friends’ voices and to invite you all to join him. jaemin had 7 missed calls, while you had just one.

“__,” haechan’s whiny voice calls you from your voicemail. “jeno didn’t answer my call, jaemin won’t answer me, you won’t answer, why do my friends hate me??” he hiccups in the recording. you hear mark’s muffled voice in the background before the recording ends.

you laugh at the voicemail mesage while jaemin shakes his head, listening from the kitchen as he prepares a simple breakfast for the two of you.

jaemin still feels the pull of guilt from the night before. he almost let his friend’s drunk antics sour one of the first weekends he’s had with you in a while. haechan is harmless and shouldn’t be getting into his head like that.

the two of you spend the rest of your sunday inside, watching your shows and catching up on well needed rest before the start of a new week. he quickly packs some orders for the week and lets you draw little doodles on the paper bags, always lovestruck at how excited you get to do that.

even if he’s kind of at peace with haechan, he still separates his friend’s bag from the ones he gives you to draw on.

you don’t work until the evening on monday, but jaemin has a double shift starting from the morning. he wishes he could call off, spend at least another half day with you in his arms, but he reminds himself of his goal to take you on a trip.

after fucking for the rest of the evening, the two of you shower and head to his bed to sleep early. you’re already exhausted from your earlier session, and the two hits you take from jaemin’s pen knock you out.

jaemin holds you close. he feels content now that he’s gotten to spend time with you, but he knows it would feel even better if he got to without any interruptions.

he tries to not let his mood dampen, but he falls asleep wondering if he should bring it up to his friend.

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when jaemin wakes up the next day, you’re still sleeping soundly next to him. when you don’t work until later in the day, you’ll usually sleep in at jaemin’s, having more than enough clothes and personal items at his place to get ready and go straight to work.

he spends a good minute admiring your sleeping face. you used to get self conscious the first few times you slept over, but for him, there’s not much he loves more than waking up to you.

he lays a gentle kiss on your forehead and gets up as quietly as possible.

he checks his phone, seeing a notification from the friend who’s plagued his mind recently.

1:27am hyuck: bro can i pick up ouid tm pls 1:28am hyuck: or later today same thing

jaemin sighs at the thought of seeing him, but reasons it’s a good thing. he could try to talk to haechan. he doesn’t like how this has not only affected his time with you, but also his thoughts of his own friendship with the guy.

6:43am jaemin: yea thats ok, just come after 6 yk where the key is if im not back by then

jaemin decides their talk is meant to happen if haechan comes while he’s back. you’ll be at work by then.

he makes some coffee and two omelettes, setting aside a portion for you for when you wake up.

he also leaves haechan’s order in a plain brown paper bag on the table. his friends crashing is a regular occurrence, so they all know where jaemin keeps an emergency apartment key.

after he kisses a drowsy you goodbye and leaves a note on the table by the breakfast he made, he grabs his car keys and heads to work.

his shifts were for the most part uneventful, with the highlight of his day being the kissy selfies you sent him, gushing with thanks for the breakfast.

his workload gets heavy towards the end of his shift, leaving his phone unattended for the last 2 hours. he’s exhausted once work ends in the evening, pulling out his phone once he’s settled back in his car.

his stomach drops at two missed texts.

4:16pm my angel 🤍: baby a pipe bursted so they closed the cafe early today!! gonna wait for you to get home and kiss u so hard <3

5:20pm hyuck: omw got out of work early ill just grab it n go tyyyyy

jaemin immediately starts his car and speeds (as safely as he can) home. it’s been 20 minutes since haechan’s texts, but jaemin hopes by some miracle he can get there before him.

jaemin doesn’t see haechan’s car in the guest parking when he arrives, so his hopes are high until he hears the sound of your laughter through his front door. maybe you’re watching something? he finds the emergency key missing. nope.

he braces himself to stay cool, stay calm and collected. for his relationship and his friendship. he unlocks the door, and the smell of weed immediately hits his nose.

oh hell no.

he walks into his living room to see you and haechan sat on the couch. he’s showing you something on his phone and you have a joint in your hand.

“what the fuck?” leaves jaemin’s mouth before he can catch it. his rough tone startles the two of you.

“oh hi baby, did you see my text? how was work?” you turrn to your boyfriend, smiling with red, glazed eyes. haechan’s eyes are red as well when he gives his greetings.

jaemin pauses, taking in the scene in front of him.

“hyuck go home.” he says with a straight face.

“?? let me hang with you guys for a bit we haven’t even finished this jo-“

a brown paper bag lands in his lap.

“lee donghyuck. get the fuck out of here.”

taking notice of jaemin’s angry expression, haechan decides that tonight is not the night for causing trouble. sure, jaemin can be scary, but he’s never seen him like this in their years of friendship.

haechan shrugs, plucking the joint out of your hand, ignoring your protests, and heads home with his order and the rest of the joint.

jaemin wordlessly goes to his room and you move to follow him, but he stops you.

“just wait for me here, gonna change.” the lack of petnames and his flat tone have you worried, but you stay put. you’re already pretty high, mind floating off, so you immediately sink back into the couch.

he comes back in a black tank top and matching sweats with a pipe in his hands.

“yaay, let’s smoke some more baby,” you wiggle closer to him as he sits down next to you. he still hasn’t said anything, but your mind doesn’t yet register anything super off. maybe he’s super tired? he takes a long hit from the pipe.

he hands you the pipe, lighting it for you as always as you take a deep inhale.

your eyes meet his, and his serious expression startles you. his eyes are piercing and his gaze darkens as he begins to speak.

“take a nice long hit, smoke some more.” you take another at his encouragement.

“gonna fuck it all out of you anyways.”

you sputter at your lover’s words, coughing as the smoke hits your throat harshly. you scan your boyfriend’s face for any sign of a joke. his face is completely neutral, aside from his dark gaze. he hands you a cup of water, helping you drink from it.

“are you mad, jaemin?” you ask, genuinely confused.

“am i mad?” jaemin repeats, slowly starting to feel his own high travel through his body.

he gently grips your chin, thumb pressing on your bottom lip. he peers into your eyes.

“coming home to another man in my apartment, on my couch, smoking my weed, with my baby? does that seem like something to be mad about?” jaemin questions, his eyes never leaving yours.

he slips his thumb into your mouth, feeling your tongue start to taste him.

“do i look mad, angel?”

you nod.

“yeah, i’m fucking mad. gonna make you forget that he even exists.”

his hand goes to the back of your neck, grabbing the hair at the base of your head. his face comes closer.

“gonna fuck every little bit of weed you shared with him out of you,” he spits out, lips meeting yours harshly. you moan at the feeling of his heated lips and firm grip pushing you into him.

jaemin is always collected. though fully capable and very often rough in bed, even in his harshest of days jaemin will still be whispering endless praise. you’d be lying if you denied that this side of jaemin flipped a switch in you that you didn’t know was there.

jaemin can tell, too. he knows all the signs, and he’s seeing them now. he knows how your eyes glaze in a way that’s just slightly different from the way they look when you’re high and the way your legs shift. he knows he’s got you.

“you seem to like the sound of that though, right?” he grabs your waist, firm grip bringing you to straddle him.

“can you feel how mad i am?” he presses you into him, and you can feel how hard his cock is.

“i’m sorry baby, n-never want to make you mad,” you start to explain. jaemin tightens his hold on your waist and presses himself harder into you, grinding against your clothed core.

“how can i make you feel better? i can do whatever,” you ask, worried at his silence.

you want to make things right, but you are also so incredibly turned on right now, heart racing with both anxiety and excitement.

he pushes you up and off of him and your heart drops at the thought of rejection. was he that upset with you?

“show me how much you want me,” he says, pulling at the waistbands of your sweats and undies while shoving his own down.

you scramble to slide off your pants, drooling as his raging member comes into sight. you sink down to get a taste, but he grabs your wrist to tug you back up.

“not like that. need you to ride me, baby.”

you gaze up at him, lips parted in surprise, but nonetheless comply. you are eager to position yourself over him as he guides himself into you.

“oh fuck.” he bites his lip as you envelop him completely. the stretch is a lot for you but with how wet you are he bottoms out in no time.

you start to move, moving back and forth over him. you start to moan at how deep he reaches, but you are a little less coordinated from how high you are and its apparent in your movements. you slow down a bit as another wave of your high hits you, and jaemin loses patience.

“looks like i have to do it myself.”

jaemin lifts you up as he pulls out of you.

“on all fours, right now baby.”

you do as he says, jaemin pulling you tight against him. normal jaemin would tease a bit before entering, but you gasp as he immediately slides back into you, hand pressing down on your lower back to arch you into him.

“oh fuck jaem, so fucking big,” you moan, eyes fluttering to the back of your head.

“you can take it,” he growls as he starts moving his hips. he immediately starts pounding into you, his dick feeling the rippling of your warmth all over.

his hands grip your hips tight enough that you know it’s gonna leave marks, and everything combined with the high is making your head spin.

“jaemin, j-jaem,” you moan, and your cries of his name make him grip onto you even tighter, his balls slapping at your clit as you get closer and closer to your peak.

jaemin takes notice, and as high as he is, pulls out and flips you over. your hole clenches around nothing as you start to complain.

“no baby, why do you get to cum? lemme see that pretty face,” he inserts two fingers into you and rubs circles into your clit. your face scrunches as he brings you right back up to the edge, moaning out at the skillful maneuver of his fingers.

“fuck jaemin, i’m gonna cum-” you start to say, and he rips his fingers away from your cunt. before you can even protest, he immediately slides his dick back into you, pistoning again into you.

the stimulation is too much for you, having orgasms denied only to for another onslaught of pleasure to immediately hit you. he presses his hand into your lower stomach.

“feel that baby? feel how this pussy was made for me and only me?” the feeling of him reaching so deeply into you has you seeing stars.

“could your little hyuckie do this? fuck you good like this? fuck the high right out of you?”

his words register, but you don’t even know if you’re high anymore. you just know you feel an overwhelming sensation all over your body. his thrusts get you closer and closer until a harsh, deep stroke of his dick has you crying out, cumming all over him.

“fuck, baby you’re gripping onto me, i’m the only one this pussy wants, right?” he continues to fuck you through your orgasm, angry hips still going strong. you wrap your arms around his shoulders as tears start to fall.

“jaemin, i o-only want you, no one else could ever make me feel like this, i’m all yours baby,” you’re rambling, but your words give him the release he needs. the feeling of you pulsing around him and your reassurances in his ear are too much, and his hips speed up until cums inside with a strangled groan.

he’s fully moaning, still fucking into you when tears start to form in his eyes too. his eyes shut tight at the sting as he makes himself keep going, entirely lost in the feeling of you even after cumming.

with his release crumbles any anger, leaving jaemin to face himself and face you with everything he’s been feeling.

“i’m sorry, __. i dont want to ever treat you badly baby, i-i want to make you feel happy and free to do whatever you want.” he opens his eyes to meet yours.

“but i’ve never felt like this before, this sour feeling in my gut at the thought of hyuck even thinking about you, the feeling of wanting to keep everyone else away from you.” jaemin chokes out through strained groans and sobs as he feels his own legs start to ache from overstimulation.

your heart aches as you see unshed tears from your boyfriend’s eyes. he’s never showed such desperate emotion before, and it only serves to reinforce the notion that he’s the love of your life. what man has ever cried from the sheer love he has for you?

you pull him to you tighter, nails scraping at his shoulder blades as you try to get out your own confessions of love.

“i love you jaemin, i’m yours, and you’re all mine, i-i’ve never loved anyone as much as you and i never will.”

jaemin’s thrusts slow down as he softens inside of you, unable to continue any longer. your tense legs start to relax, twitching from the amount of pleasure you’ve experienced and the come down of your high.

“you mean it baby? you’re mine forever, right? angel?” jaemin murmurs into your neck. you stroke the back of his neck as he holds you tight.

“yes, jaemin. i’m yours.” you give a final squeeze as your eyes start to close.

“there’s no one in the world for me but you,” he whispers into your neck, and you fall asleep listening to sweet nothings leaving your boyfriend’s mouth.

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you wake up the next day incredibly sore, but cleaned up and in one of jaemin’s hoodies. your boyfriend’s arms are wrapped tight around you.

he’s already looking at you with sleepy eyes, lips pulling into a lazy smile when your eyes flutter open to meet his.

“good morning, angel.” he leans in for a deep kiss.

“hi, jaem, are you feeling better?” you ask, remembering his emotional state the night before. you slither your arms around his bare torso, burying your face into his chest.

“yes, so much better. i’m sorry, i know it was a lot. i was navigating a lot of feelings for the first time and i took it out on you. i was never mad at you, just the people- well person, around you,” he buries his face into the top of your head.

“jaemin, you told me before i never have to apologize for being too much, and the same goes for you. they are just friends and nothing more. i love you, and only you. not hyuck or anyone else. i want us to navigate our feelings together.”

he lets out a relieved sigh and hums. “thank you baby, didn’t realize how much reassurance i needed until this all happened.”

your heart swoons at him sharing his most vulnerable side. “you give me all the reassurance in the world, it wouldn’t hurt for you to ask for a little more.”

jaemin is quiet for a second. he pulls back to meet your eyes.

“then i’ll start now. can you please, please change hyuck’s contact name and picture,” he asks earnestly, sentence ending in a slightly whiny tone.

“yes, yes. anything else?” you laugh at how cute he’s being, and he pulls you back into his chest.

“nope, maybe later. just wanna cuddle with my baby now,” he replies, already feeling more relieved that you love him regardless of his selfish desires and jealousy.

this spoiled side of your always selfless boyfriend gives you even more reason to love him. the two of you drift back to sleep, feeling better than ever about your love, all sour fading into sweet.

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if you made it this far, thank you SO MUCH for reading, i hope you liked it :) idk if it'll live up to strawb cough but i am glad i was able to make a pt 2 as my 2nd ever fic. feedback and shares are very appreciated! thank you again for all the love for my works <3 happy holidays!

-coco

#nct smut #jaemin smut #nct dream smut #nct x reader #jaemin x reader #stoner!nct #coco writes

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marksmelodies · 4 months

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chenle suggestive bf texts *minors dni*

i love writing for all the dreamies but writing for chenle is literally my favorite thing ever

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jamjaemin · 7 months

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𝘿𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 𝙄 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮'𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙤 𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚

pairing: bf! nct dream x gf! reader

genre: 18+ minors dni, f!reader

summary: headcanons I'm sure 100% they are real bc I said so... and this is my first post here so yeah enjoy♡

Now playing: sos // nct dream

- boys who can cum in their pants by only having his head between your legs as he ruts against the bed. glossy and puffy lips that are slightly parted as he catches his breath.

Heavy on Jisung (his lips be looking perfect after giving you the best time of your life),| Chenle, Renjun

- has a nasty habit of flicking up skirts you wear just to see what underwear you picked that day

Haechan (He would steal your panties and touch himself to it for sure)

- He has an eye for the arts, for aesthetics, and what's prettier than his little baby wrapped up like a gift for him? He runs his hands softly on your skin as he dexterously ties the knots. He touches all over you and takes the most beautiful pictures of you in the position he set you in.

Renjun ( +he'll paint you naked and prob have a big collection of masterpieces in a private room)

- doesn’t know when it started but he just has to hold onto your thighs whenever he sits next to you

Mark (in public more),| Jaemin (obsessed with them and your ass too)

- his biggest fantasy has always been fucking you on his bike

Jeno, Jaemin (like do I need to explain?...)

- sometimes would take you to these huge dinner parties in the prettiest dress and shoes he could find and walk you around as a tiny bullet vibrator delivered orgasm after orgasm through your poor pussy

heavy on Chenle, | Jeno, Haechan (will tease you about it later)

- loves your breasts so much that he doesn’t care if you’re wearing a shirt. as long as your nipples are poking through, and he can hear the cute hum you always make whenever he licks them, then he’ll gladly latch his mouth onto them through the shirt. when he realizes that you actually like when he does that, then he’ll sneak his hand under your shirt and grope them to make your nipples peek out more.

Mark,Mark,Mark (his big hands are made to grab tits I swear), Haechan, Jisung (he's like a baby sucking on them until they're swollen)

- It doesn’t matter if you’ve taken big dicks before, his dick is different. He could push it in and fill your whole pussy without getting close to being balls deep...he won't stop until you pass out.

Jeno (I know that dick is big and he'll not stop until he see tears falling from your eyes crying and begging for mercy)

Men who are lazy, and like to watch their girl bounce on top of him. Loves when you ride him while bracing your hands on his chest, while his hands are fondling yours. Tugs and pulls on your nipples until you are arching you're back.

Renjun, chenle(enjoys it to the fullest),| jaemin (it takes you a minute to start shaking then letting him take control)

ᵂʰᵃᵗ ᵈᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵏ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵐʸ ᶠⁱʳˢᵗ ᵖᵒˢᵗ ᵉᵛᵉʳ ˡᵒˡ? I hope you enjoyed, bye! :3

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ghostofhyuck · 15 days

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NCT Dream when you're doing a sexy concept.

AN: think of this as a comeback stage! so bf! dreamies are watching from the backstage. Also I did crop Minnie and Winter for the photo moodboard, sorry. (secret relationship btw)

Mark Lee

Mark will be surprise that you were doing a sexy concept that he stood up from his seat so fast that the plastic chair fell. Mark's brain had a short-circuit moment because even though you were wearing a sleeveless top and slacks, the choreography was so sexy that the Dreamies watched him clear his throat a hundred times throughout your stage. When you two met backstage, he couldn't utter a word to you, still in the state of shock because of your performance.

Huang Renjun

Renjun was surprised when you two met backstage and you're wearing a short dress, he can see that you would try to pull it down so that your safety shorts wouldn't be seen. He looks at you with concern especially because it's his first time seeing you do a sexy concept. He asked you if you're okay with it and you only smile at him, assuring him that you're okay with the concept but your dress is what you're uncomfortable about. Renjun could only give you encouraging words before you leave for the recording.

Lee Jeno

Jeno watches you from the backstage with that 'dad stance' (you know, standing with his hands on his hips lol) but everyone can see the proud smile on his face as he watches your comeback stage. He knows that you're doing a sexy concept and you were excited about it! That's why your boyfriend is also excited for you. His eyes never left you and he looks so lovestruck especially during your solo parts. When you two met backstage, he gives you a hug and tells you that you look sexy back there!

Lee Donghyuck

Haechan cannot do anything but to sulk as he watch your comeback stage. You were too pretty and sexy! And the choreography was something else, that he could only scream when the part was too sensual. He wanted to gatekeep you so bad and even convinced the Dreamies to not look at you. (They told him that he's being dramatic.) So when you two met backstage, you weren't able to say hi because Haechan covered you quickly with his padded jacket.

Na Jaemin

"That's my girl!" Jaemin shouts the moment you two met backstage. You only raised at eyebrow because of how loud your boyfriend was, he will tease you nonstop because it's your first time doing a sexy concept. Even copying your moves and part, making you embarrassed with his antics. At the end, Jaemin asked if you two can film a dance challenge for your comeback because he loves the choreo so much.

Zhong Chenle

Chenle would probably do that soccer dad type of clap when your performance was finished. He would even scream when they feature you as the ending fairy, pointing you and telling everyone that your his girlfriend. That's why when you visited their room, he'll clap so loud that you'll be embarrassed. He'll hype you nonstop and telling you that you did great with your comeback stage! You were in relief because weeks earlier you started having doubt about whether you can pull the sexy concept or not, and with your boyfriend's assuring words, you had nothing to worry about.

Park Jisung

Jisung would be flustered when he discovered that your concept was sexy. The streetwear outfits were deceiving. So when he was watching your comeback stage, he looks like a lost chick with the eyes wide and open mouth, he would cover it with his hands from time to time until your performance is finished. When you two met, you asked for his thoughts, but you saw how he's so flustered with your performance! In the end, he told you that the choreography was great, like genuinely great in his opinion.

#nct dream #nct imagines #nct dream fic #nct fic #nct #nct x reader #nct dream imagine #nct scenarios #nct fluff #nct dream imagines #nct drabbles #nct dream reactions #nct mark #nct jeno #nct renjun #nct haechan #nct jaemin #nct chenle #nct jisung

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xrenjunniesx · 27 days

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can i request a dreamies reaction to their s/o doing that tiktok trend on them where the gf/wife sprays smth and gets their bf/husband to smell it then they kiss them when the bf/husband leans and tries to smell gshdjghdjs thought could be cute

“smell my shirt” *kiss* reaction

// you ask them to smell your shirt only to kiss them

mark

“mark, smell my shirt.”

he doesn’t really think about it, he just does it. he leans down and sniffs your shirt. when he feels your lips on his head, he is confused. he stands up straight and has a shy smile across his lips. “what was that for?” “you’re cute.” “what?” he laughs out. he is so caught off guard he momentarily forgets about you asking him to smell your shirt.

renjun

you told him you tried a new perfume on, he is walking across the room to smell it. he smells your shirt since it’s near when you usually spray the perfume. you quickly put your lips to his head before he can say anything about the new perfume. he stands up straight while chuckling under his breath. “it smells nice.” he says, leaning in to kiss your forehead.

jeno

you told jeno you had a new perfume and that you didn’t know if you liked it or not. he leaned in instantly to smell it. he took a bit sniff, and as he did you kissed his head. he snorts at the action and leans in closer to your neck to place a gentle kiss. he stand sup straight and looks into your eye, “I like the perfume.”

haechan

he instantly was smelling your neck when you said tried a new perfume on that day. he was almost too quick for you to give him the kiss, you kissed him just before he pulled away. “oh.” he says, shocked by the sudden kiss. he looks at you for a solid second before a grin appears on his face and he puckers his lips. “oh come on give me a proper one!”

jaemin

you were sitting together on the couch watching a movie when you told him to smell you. when he felt your lips on his head he instantly smiled. he sat up straight and smiled at you, “you’re cute.” he says as he brings his hand up to your face and pulls you towards him so he can kiss you. “you smell good too” he says just before kissing your lips.

chenle

you had been playing basketball with him when you suddenly remember you tried a new perfume on today. perfect for the prank. “lele can you smell me and tell me if the perfume stayed?” He is a little confused but sure why not. he walks over and leans down to smell your neck. you kiss his head and he physically pauses. he stands up straight and laughs when he sees you wiping your mouth in regret since he was indeed sweaty. “why’d you kiss me now? we are both so sweaty.” “it was supposed to be a silly prank but I regret it.” he is definitely trying to kiss you now and be in your personally space just because of your disgust.”

jisung

you asked him to smell your shirt with the excuse of “i think it smells weird.” when you pull your shirt forward just a bit for him to smell he does lean in, allowing you to kiss his forehead. he stays still for a few seconds longer than necessary. “it smells fine.” he says, standing up straight with a blush clear across his cheeks.

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luvyeni · 2 months

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p. bf!park jisung x fem bodied reader | warnings: mutual masterbation, semi public, p in v | words: 0.6k ~ (623) 🐹ㆍ₊⊹

request: Please make anything with ji or chenle dying over here 😫

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

He was wearing those sinful grey again , the ones that he knew made you all dizzy in the head — and he was proven right when he sat down on the couch and saw your eyes zone right on the sweatpants , gulping as you tried to turn away. “you okay?” he asked , knowing you were fucking losing it on the inside. “good because the guys want to watch a movie with us.”

You wanted to curse , out of all times did it have to be now? Did they have to watch it now? You were slowly loosing it and jisung could see it — your constant shifting , your pretty thighs clenching; he smirked, he loved when you got like this. “you cold?”

“hm?” you could even answer before he was pulling the blanket over your body. “better?” you nodded , he leaned down to plant a kiss on your lips. “ew gross.” haechan moved off the couch , joining the rest of them on the floor , leaving you alone on the couch.

He pulled away, you thought he was gonna straighten back up to finish the movie— but he moved closer to your ear, his breath fanning against your ear, making you shiver. “keep quiet baby.”

You were confused , until you felt his hands creep down in between your thighs. Your eyes widened looking at him , he smiled pushing them open , his hand finding its way into your shorts, cupping your heat. You bit your lip trying to contain your voice as he pulled your panties to the side, pushing a finger in.

Your hand flew to his thigh— making sure the guys weren’t looking; before undoing the string of those god forsaken sweats, slipping your hand into his boxers, where is cock twitched, waiting for you to touch it. “go ahead.” He whispered. “stroke it baby.”

You began to move, trying to match his pace on your cunt. It was risky and at any moment you could be caught, but in the moment both of you didn’t care, desperate to get each other off— both of you wishing both of you were alone so you could be as , loud as you want, especially since you were about to cum. “fu-fuck stop.”

Jisung had to force himself to say, the movie was finally over, neither one of you able to cum. “we should get to bed, we have practice tomorrow.” Everyone agreed, dragging their tired bodies to their respected room, leaving you both. “both of you get some sleep.”

You waited until the last door to barley close before jisung was lifting you into his lap, pulling his sweats down enough. “fuck I need to be inside you.” He pulled your shorts to the side, holding you by the waist as slowly sinking into you, both of you sighing, finally getting the fill you both craved. “sh-shit.”

Both of you were desperate to get off, his head thrown back against the couch as you bounced on his cock, your skin slapping against each other. “fuck, keep bouncing on my dick -shit- im gonna cum.” He groaned, hold your ass in his hands. “of fuck please cum baby.” He let out a whimper like moan, as you clenched around him— he kissed you to conceal his moans as he shot ropes of cum into your cunt.

“shit.” He said, both of you heavily breathing. “fu-fuck, did you have to wear those sweatpants? Get me worked up like that.” He smiled tiredly. “it was hot watching you lose it over a pair of sweats.”

“you think they heard?”

“why do you think they went into their rooms?”

“to sleep?”

“it’s 10:30 and we don’t have practice.”

©️LUVYENI

#kpop x reader #kpop smut #nct smut #nct hard thoughts #nct hard hours #nct drabbles #nct scenarios #nct dream imagines #nct dream smut #nct dream hard thoughts #nct dream hard hours #nct dream scenarios #nct dream drabbles #park jisung scenarios #park jisung smut #park jisung drabbles #park jisung x reader #park jisung hard thoughts #park jisung hard hours

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dawn-in-neocity · 9 months

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“best friend” (™️) nct dream

(that is your man, you’re just in denial)

mark

y’all are only missing the relationship title at this point. you’re always the first to hear his new music. he values your opinion so much. loves lending you hoodies and jackets because when you return them they smell like you. tells you how cute you are 100 times a day. boops your nose and pinches your chin. sends you 360s of his fresh haircuts. shows up to all your events (sports, work events, art, fundraisers, anything you do). makes pinky promises with you.

renjun

you two slowly move into more than friends territory. brings you flowers “for your room”. picks up your vocab without realizing it. reserves his gentlest speaking voice for you only. listens intently to anything and everything you have to say. you two do road-trips and mini getaways all the time. vents to you. creates the perfect bite from his meal for you to try whenever you’re eating together. forehead kisses!!! will be the one to initiate the “what are we” conversation.

jeno

he’s simply your jeno and you do not wish to elaborate. his arm is always draped over the back of your seat. you’re together so often that his friends are confused when you’re NOT at his place. slips up and calls you babe (and keeps at it since you don’t seem to mind). you two are always in a corner laughing it UP about something. y’all dressed up as harley quinn and the joker for halloween. ALWAYS ties your shoelaces for you no matter where you are.

haechan

that’s just your bf i hate to break it to you. posts soft launch-esque pics of you two on his story. everyone thinks you’re dating. teases you by poking his finger into your side. why are you standing so close to each other? his hair is touching your forehead? move? plays with your fingers. named the stuffed animal you won him and now deems it your love child. places your legs on top of his when you sit beside each other. texts you “this made me think of you” at least 4x a week.

jaemin

he would marry you tomorrow if you agreed. makes it clear that it’s you or no one else for him. greets you with a veryyy friendly kiss on the cheek. 0 chill when it comes to pda. got you a really nice gift for valentine’s day. tells you he’s in love with you daily, just in other words. spam comments on your posts. SO flirty. blows kisses and winks at you type of flirty. STARES; like heart shaped pupils, dopey smile staring. “it’s late, you should just sleep over :)”.

chenle

has known you forever and has basically been your bf forever. regularly texts your mother. brings you to all his family events. affectionately bites you. holds your face in his hands and squishes your cheeks together. casually drops the most heartwarming compliments ever. never corrects people when they refer to you as his s/o. places your hand on his arm when you guys walk together. gets close to your face and pulls away when you’re about to kiss. dies when you do it back.

jisung

you two have never been just friends tbh. will bail on plans just to stay in and watch netflix with you. calls you a version/nickname of your name only he uses. asks you for head scratches when he’s tired. picks up on your moods so easily like how??? actively keeps up with all your school/work tea. always brings you a little treat when he comes to see you. forgets you’re meant to be low-key when he drinks and gets very… loving. y’all are always falling asleep on facetime.

#nct #nct imagines #nct dream #nct fluff #nct scenarios #nct fic #nct dream fluff #nct x reader #nct dream timestamps #nct dream x reader #nct dream headcanons #nct headcanons #mark #renjun #jeno #haechan #jaemin #chenle #jisung

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tddyhyck · 1 year

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golden boy (l.jn)

pairings ⇢ bf!jeno x afab!reader (other dreamies mentioned)

word count ⇢ 4.9k

synopsis ⇢ jeno is your sweet lovely attentive boyfriend who takes care of you publicly and privately

warnings ⇢ 18+, smut, established relationship, unprotected sex, softish!dom jeno, spit, crying, big thick dick jeno, fingering, throat fucking/blowjobs, overstimulation (reader cums a lot), fingering, semi-public (ig they’re in a car), cum eating, reader has a wap, use of slut, cum eating, teasing, overuse of the word pretty and baby (lemme know if i missed any)

playlist ⇢ skin _ mac miller / love between _ kali uchis / sanctuary _ joji

masterlist

The music was too loud and the room smelled heavily of weed. You were thankful for the hand dancing under your large jacket from the small of your back to your belt loops when the crowd got too pushy. Also thankful for the large arm that pushed people out of the way as you tried to break through the crowd. Finally out of the middle of what could be compared to a mosh pit you sighed, turning to pull the strong protective arms to you and out the back door.

Your fingers squeezed over the leather that covered his bicep as you pulled him to the patio finding your friends around the fire pit. You felt like you were floating instead of walking over to them but that was probably from smoking earlier. Your grip on Jeno’s arm loosened as you finally made it to your friends.

“You survived!” Renjun cheered from his spot on the ground in front of Chenle who was tucked into himself to keep warm. You laughed while Jeno sat back in his chair before pulling you onto his lap and wrapping a large blanket around you both.

You curled yourself into your boyfriend. His large warm arms engulfed you as Mark was playing guitar while everyone sang along. This was the best part about going to parties. You didn’t care for the bad playlist on repeat or the dancing or even really the drinking. But sitting around a warm fire with some of your closest friends and random stragglers while listening to music was so comfortable.

Your boyfriend keeping you warm was also a big bonus, and he looked so good tonight. Black jeans with a tight black shirt tucked in under a leather jacket. You had sat on his bathroom counter earlier and styled his hair slicking it back away from his face but leaving a few strands to fall over his forehead.

He stood in front of your parted legs, torso bare, and towel hanging low on his hips while he played with a string on your shorts. He looked directly at you, never shy about you noticing his staring.

You contemplated keeping him between your legs and pulling the towel from his waist and having him fuck you against the counter but you decided against it. Somewhat of a double edge sword because you could feel your panties soaking every time you peeked over at him.

His attentiveness didn’t help; it only made you want him more. The way he went out of his way for you. When he poured and held your cup so you didn’t have to worry about it or when he led you to the bathroom, waiting politely outside before leading you back out. You stared at his hands when he pushed some guy away from falling into you. You thought about how good it would feel to have them shoved in your mouth or in your cunt or even wrapped around your throat.

You could feel your cheeks heating while you pressed your thighs together and pushed yourself back into Jeno’s lap. He rubbed soothing circles on your hip before gripping it to keep you from moving. You leaned your head back falling into his neck, lips grazing his soft skin.

“You good?” he whispered. You nodded looking up at him reaching a hand up to push the loose strands away from tickling his eyebrow. You stayed like that feeling his warmth and how his chest vibrates when he laughed at something stupid Jaemin would say between songs. his leg moved slightly up and down as he tapped his foot to the rhythm you didn’t even know what song Mark was playing. Only focused on the pretty boy surrounding you. He glanced down at you only to find you already staring back.

“Hi,” you whispered. Chenle was scolding Jisung for getting the lyrics to some song wrong.

“Hi.” he breathed out. You brought your hand to his chest playing with the necklace you let him borrow, fingers tugging slightly at his collar. Your mind drifted to it dangling over you while he fucked deep into your cunt.

“Need you,” you mumbled, staring up at him with innocent doe eyes. His hand grazed from your hip to slip under your jacket and shirt to rest on your waist.

“Let's go?” he whispered, smiling down at you lazily.

“But I don’t wanna go yet,” you admitted with a pout, eyes trailing down his jaw to his chest.

“I’m not fucking you while our friends sing kumbaya, c'mon,” he says making you giggle while he lifts you easily before turning and folding the blanket and laying it in the chair.

“We’re heading out.” he says, followed by various “noooo” and “aww.”

“You can’t leave already, it's only like 11.” haechan pouts from across the fire.

“Well, we are,” Jeno responds dryly. You hit him lightly on the stomach.

“They have to leave so Jeno can fuck y/n’s brains out,” Jaemin smirks. You flip him off and roll your eyes in response.

“How’s it going for you? Hasn’t it been 3, nope, 4 months now?” Jeno says, grabbing your bag and your hand pulling you away from your friends to the back gate.

“Damn,” you can hear Haechan and Renjun chorus. You know Jaemin won’t hear the end of this and it makes you laugh. Jeno laces his fingers in yours as you cross the patio before stepping into the grass. It's still soft and slightly muddy from the rain the previous day. He reaches around you gripping your waist to lift you slightly off the ground.

“I can walk, you know,” you say, rolling your eyes, but you're blushing as he holds you effortlessly.

“I don’t want you to get your pretty feet muddy,” he replies, unlocking the back gate and slipping through before closing it back. The front yard is far worse than the back; some kids are passed out against the front porch, a couple is fighting and some boys are playing tag. You grip Jeno’s shoulders while he leads you through the mushy grass and to the sidewalk. placing you down, hand finding its way back to yours.

“You look so fucking hot tonight,” you whine when you're far enough away from the house. He just smirks, pulling you close to him. It only made you crazier because he knew he was hot and not in an arrogant way but in a sexy confident way.

“It's because my girlfriend styled me tonight.” you laughed hearing his keys jingle before clicking to unlock the car.

“And she lets you go out like this when girls like me are drooling over you.” you look up at him as he presses you to the car door. His leg pushes yours apart before pressing against you.

“She doesn’t know how much I like it when girls like you are drooling over me.” he leans down kissing your neck and snaking his hand around your waist. Pulling you away from the car and opening the door in one motion. He leans you down into the passenger seat letting you settle while he sits your bag at your feet before grabbing the seatbelt and fastening it for you.

He was always so attentive to you; he did all the things that were so easy and mundane to you. Opening the door for you, combing your hair, tying your shoes. The driver's side opened before he got in starting the car while you fiddled with your phone to put on music.

“You can’t put on a sex playlist yet.” he huffed, bringing his hands to the wheel. You laughed, turning up the volume before leaning back in your seat. His hand found its way to your thigh before he pulled onto the street.

You stared at him one hand on the wheel and the other on you. He puffed air out his mouth making the strand of hair dance on his forehead. You hadn’t realized your legs were spreading as you watched the way his jaw tightened when he met a red light. He looked over at you.

“You look like I’ve already made you cum,” he smirked, tilting his head. He brought his fingers to your core, dancing lightly over your heat making you sigh.

“You’re so mean,” you say when he pressed the gas again. “You can’t touch me, we still have like 10 more minutes in the car.” he laughed, adding more pressure to your clit.

He continued like that and it felt like you hit every single stoplight only prolonging your trip which made your head spin. You were grinding against his hand while you gripped his forearm.

“If you don’t fucking pull over.” you whimpered, chest rising and falling swiftly.

“You can’t wait for 7 more minutes.” he teased, bringing his hand away before slapping it down, making you jerk. He just laughed at you and it made your tummy flip. you loved this side of him, your sweet adoring boyfriend taunting you. His familiar crescent eyes were replaced with a cocked brow and a lazy smirk.

“How about this,” he offered, bringing his fingers to your button. “I make you cum now with my fingers,” pausing while he unbuttoned your pants. “and then when we get back I’ll make you cum on my tongue,” pausing again to tug the zipper down. “and then I’ll fill up your pretty pussy.” You nodded aggressively when his fingers made contact with your wet panties.

“You’re so wet. All because I wore a leather jacket? So pathetic,” you whined again blushing at his words. He dipped his calloused fingers below the waistband ghosting over your clit. His fingers glided through your folds collecting the wetness before bringing his hands out of your pants and to his lips sucking your taste off of them. You stared at him with your lip between your teeth when he gathered his saliva on his fingers before bringing it back to you.

You don’t know what came over you when you grabbed his sleeve making his eyebrows furrow until you shoved his spit-covered fingers in your mouth. He groaned from his seat while you swirl your tongue over his digits. He mumbled something under his breath, pressing his head to the seat, meeting another red light before looking over at you.

You could still taste yourself on his fingers before you pulled them from your mouth spit connecting to your lips. He stared at you before moving his hand back between your legs pushing your panties to the side before pressing against your clit. You whimpered bringing a hand to cover your mouth when his fingers started going in fast circles.

“Fuck,” your boyfriend hissed when a honk interrupted him, focusing his attention back on the road but not neglecting your cunt. You felt so embarrassed what if the people behind you knew your boyfriend had his hand in your pants. You didn’t really care when his fingers hit all the right spots that made your toes curl and your eyes roll back.

You could hear the squelch between your legs over the music and your breathing. You tried to keep your eyes open to see how close you were to Jeno’s apartment but the pleasure had your eyes closing on their own. You felt the familiar knot in your stomach tightening making your fingers grip his arm tighter. He always knew you were close when your nails dug crescents into his skin.

“You’re gonna cum, baby?” he lilted. you nodded teeth digging into your bottom lip. “What if they see you?” he asked, making your eyes fly open to see a car driving steadily beside you. “You'd probably like that, wouldn’t you? such a little slut.” You whined back arching off the seat as you cum feeling yourself gush in your panties.

He doesn’t stop his fingers from pushing you deeper into a space between pleasure and pain before he finally pulls his fingers away. Glancing over at your heaving chest when he brings his fingers to his mouth with a grin.

“Taste so sweet for me baby,” he says nonchalantly, reaching over to zip your pants and button them back. Hand palming at your thigh while your body stays buzzing still coming down from your high. You feel stupid and you haven’t even seen his cock. You didn’t realize you were already on his street until he pulled into his parking spot.

He reaches over unbuckling your seatbelt and his own before grabbing your chin and pressing his lips to yours. He pulls away too quickly but kisses the side of your mouth.

“Do you need me to carry you,” he whispers against your mouth. You whimper, shaking your head and reaching for the door before he grabs your wrist stopping you. He gets out of the car quickly before jogging over to your side, opening the door, and holding out a hand to you. He helps you out before reaching down to grab your bag. He fiddles with his keys in his hand as you approach his front door.

“Can I stay over?” you question when he opens the door. He laughs nodding while he sits your bag down.

“you never have to ask,” he says, bending down to untie your shoes and looking up at you curiously. You try not to stare at the sparkles in his eyes. He looks so pretty at this angle. He places your hand on his shoulder before gripping your ankle and removing one shoe and then the next.

“I know but I’m polite.” he grins at you before rising from the ground to stand over you.

“You’re very polite, baby,” he pets your head sweetly. “polite, kind, sweet, generous,” he extends, unzipping your jacket and slipping it off your bare shoulders to hang in his closet. “pretty, funny, sexy, mine,” he continues and it makes you blush. You had never been with someone like him.

“c’mere.” he pulls you into him and down the hall. Your head is pressed into his neck as you waddle with him. You giggle into him at how silly you both must look. Thankfully, Jaemin had stayed at the party so he wouldn’t see both of you like this. But Jeno never cared about how people saw him when he was with you. He didn’t care if people thought he was a simp or whipped for you he took pride in that. being yours.

He closes his door once you're both in his room, pulling you to his bed before sitting down the light from his lamp illuminating his cheekbones. Hands finding your waist when you sit on his lap without hesitation. He reaches up to brush your hair behind your ears, hands slipping down to your cheeks bringing your face to his.

You melt against his lips so soft and warm and so Jeno. You grip his jacket, the leather cool in your hands. His tongue slips into your mouth; he tastes like cherry soda. You grind down against him lightly feeling his cock pressing against your core. You whimper into his mouth at the slightest friction. He’s swallowing all the sounds you make moving his hands to your hips to help you drag against him. Your hands roam down to unclasp his belt, fingers fumbling.

“needy baby,” he smirks against your lips before leaning to press kisses against your neck. His lips distract you from getting the buckle undone, making you whine in frustration. He smiles into your neck reaching down to unclasp his belt easily.

“you’re distracting me,” you say before finally unbuttoning his jeans. He huffs out a warm laugh against your neck. He leans back onto his elbows watching you curiously as you unzip his jeans and tug at the waistband of his boxers. He shakes his head before grabbing your wrists and bringing them to your sides.

“don’t you remember my plan, baby?” he looks up at you quizzically.

“Can I add to the plan?”

“what do you want to add?” he cocks his eyebrow at you already knowing what you are going to ask.

“Can I just-“ you pause suddenly shy. He nods his head for you to continue. “want you in my mouth.”

“How bad do you want it?” you whine wiggling over him in embarrassment. You know you have to beg but it doesn’t make your face any less red.

“So bad.” you glance up at him wishing that was enough. He squeezes your wrist. “want it so bad. Can you just fuck my mouth? I've been thinking about it all night. You over me with your pretty hair and jacket and your cock down my throat.” you don’t realize but you're rambling.

“I guess I can add to the plan then since you want it so bad.” he loosens his grip on your wrists rubbing over the skin soothingly. “Let me do this first though, okay, baby?” you nod before you even know what he’s doing. He’s tugging your shirt off before his large hands grope at your tits making you dizzy.

“I love when I can convince you not to wear a bra,” he whispers against your skin before peppering kisses from your neck to your collarbone. You sigh, relaxing into his familiar touch. His tongue licking your chest before taking your nipple into his mouth making you whimper. You grip the nape of his neck tugging lightly at his gelled hair. His mouth vibrates around your nipple so you repeat the action tugging harder.

He releases your nipple with a pop before diving into the other. You hadn’t realized you were grinding against him until one of his arms reached around your back stopping your movements. you whine your nails scraping his neck. His tongue slides down at the same time he’s pushing you up to stand. Leaning forward when you stand fully in front of him you feel his tongue slide over your tummy kissing lightly at the skin. His tongue teases at your belly button nipping lightly against the soft skin before his fingers tickle at your sides lightly making you squirm.

He pulls away unbuttoning your pants for a second time that night. Sliding them over your hips and to your ankles he holds out a hand for you to grab while you step out kicking them behind you. He leans in again teeth nipping at the skin above your panties, his hands gripping your ass pulling at the cheeks while you grab his broad shoulders.

He looks up at you, his eyes glinting between adoration and mischief. He finally tugs at your panties, pulling them down your legs leaving you completely bare in front of him. There was no embarrassment or anxiety or worrying he might see something he didn’t like because he liked it all.

“You’re so pretty.” he says not directly to you but just out loud. “all mine.” he grips your cheeks again, caressing the skin. “Lay down,” he instructs standing up in front of you and turning you both around so you’re pressed to the bed.

“Want your pretty head here,” he points at the edge. You nod sitting on the bed and turning before laying back, neck hitting the edge of the mattress and your head hanging off. The view of your boyfriend towering over you gripping his cock through his underwear. He was still completely clothed while you were naked. It made you press your thighs together hoping he wouldn’t see. But when you hear him scoff you know he noticed.

“can’t wait, can you?” he taunts caressing your cheek with one hand and pulling his cock from his boxers with the other. Your mouth is already watering. You grip at his thighs opening your mouth eagerly and looking up at him. His hand smoothed over your cheek before taping his cock against your chin. Feeling his heavy length on your lip before he presses into your mouth. You lose contact with his eyes as your mouth fills up so you close them instead, relishing in the fullness.

He groans deeply when you swallow around him. He grabs the sides of your face before slowly pulling out. Spit is already collecting on the sides of your lips as he fucks back into your mouth. You whine when the head of his cock touches the back of your throat making your eyes water.

“fuck,” he hisses quickening his pace but only slightly. You move your hands up to grip his belt loops pulling him closer making his hips hit your chin. He stays there for a minute before pulling out letting you breathe only for a second before you pull him back to you.

He watched your throat bulge with each thrust into you watching his dick fill your throat. He pressed his fingers against your neck feeling his cock gliding inside and it had his eyes rolling back.

Your brain is empty, completely entrapped in him and the feeling of him. Your lips are starting to hurt as he stretches your mouth like he’s stretching your pussy. You didn’t realize you were still rubbing your thighs together wanting to be relieved of the pressure you felt at your core.

His hands start creeping down your body teasing you with pinches and flicking at your nipples making you jerk off the bed but his cock stays steadily fucking your mouth. You feel him grip the tops of your thighs spreading your legs harshly making you cough around him. He just grunts at the tightness around him and you feel his fingers ghosting over your pussy. You only grip his belt loops tighter fingers raw where the fabric digs into the skin.

“So wet,” he says, fingers dipping between your core making your toes curl. “I wish you could see yourself, fuck baby.” he groans. You whine around him when he pushes two fingers into you. Spreading your legs as far as you can as he matches his thrusts into your mouth with his fingers inside of you curling them just right bringing you closer to the edge.

“So pretty like this, all spread out and open for me. Pretty little mouth taking me so well, like a good little slut” he says pushing his cock deep down your throat. All you can do is cry, tears and spit dripping into your hair. “Are you gonna cum like this baby? I bet you could cum even if I didn't touch you. Just fucking that little mouth of yours would make you cum, huh, baby?” you whimper because he’s probably right but that’s something for you to store in your mind for later.

“I'm gonna change up the plan, baby,” he said, voice growing deeper. He pulled out of your mouth letting you catch your breath as he leaned over you fully, his spit-soaked cock resting heavily against your cheek. Your chest heaved and he sped up his fingers. His other hand pressed into your lower stomach keeping you in place.

“Can hear how wet you are,” he taunted. He was right. You could hear the loud squelch with each swift thrust and you could feel yourself tightening before your release.

“Jeno,” you whined out from below. This only made him go faster.

“oh my fuc-“ you moan before being cut off by your orgasm hitting you suddenly. Legs shaking trying to close but he wouldn’t let you. You could feel the wetness dribbling out of your pussy and onto your thighs as your mouth hung open with no sounds coming out.

“good girl,” he says, slowing down before pulling out with a slap against your clit making you shake harder. “So messy,” he teases, pulling away before kneeling in front of you. You roll onto your stomach before he brushes your hair away from your face looking into your wet eyes, swiping at the drying spit on your cheeks.

“So good,” he whispers, leaning in to kiss your lips and reaching around you to pull you up from the edge of the bed.

“no,” you say when he goes to take off his jacket. He looks at you confused before realization washes over his features.

“You really like this jacket,” he says, drawing out the words with a smile. You nod shyly before laying back on the pillows and reaching up for him.

“Like it a lot. Makes you look like a sexy mean bad boy,” you say looking up at him as he walks around the bed before lifting his knee and pressing into the sheets.

“Do you want me to be a mean bad boy?” he tilts his head above you staring at you like he would eat you alive. He scoots closer to you, legs on either side of yours.

“mmm,” you hmm thinking for a second. He grips your thighs pressing them back before looking down at your dripping cunt. “only sometimes.” you confirm.

“Sometimes?” he questions gripping his length before guiding it between your folds drawing your attention from his face to between your legs. “elaborate.”

“like when,” your eyes flutter each time his cock pressed against your clit. He stops to get you to focus on his question. “when you, when -fuck- when you tease me and-“ you pause looking up at him with pleading eyes.

“And what?” he taunts further by pressing the tip of his cock into you. Your head lulls back against the pillows.

“And when you call me names,” you finish with a moan when he fully pressed into you. His cock fills you up fully, making your eyes roll back.

“What names?” he questions thrusting into you deeply. You almost want to ask him to shut up because he’s making your head spin. But he looks so hot above you, necklace dangling like you imagined almost hypnotizing you.

“When you,” you pause as he presses into the warm bundle of nerves. “call me,” you whine again as he continues to rub at the spot that has your toes curling. “pretty slut,” you finally finish with a huff.

He laughs at you tweaking your nipples and it makes you go crazy. He's filling you up so perfectly making you moan loudly gripping his leather sleeves. His hair is all disheveled now, somehow even hotter than when it was styled, more fringe fell over his forehead and bounced with each thrust into your tight heat. His eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he stared between your legs watching his fat cock sink into your pussy.

“So fucking tight for me.” he groans. “How does a pretty slut like you stay so tight, huh?” you feel tears brimming your eyes again shaking your head against the pillows. Everything feels so intense so full, so intense, so much pleasure.

“Gonna cum, Jen,�� you whimper. Reaching for his hand before he intertwined your fingers and stared into your eyes.

“You gonna cum on my cock? Slutty little pussy takes me so well,” he’s hoarse and his words are going straight between your legs.

“Can I,” you’re out of breath, eyes pleading into his.

“cum, baby,” he says tenderly. You throw your head back and whine his name as your walls flutter around him. He doesn’t let up tightening his grip on your thigh and hand, thrusting into you just as hard.

“You squeeze me so tight, fuck,” he groans watching a white ring of your cum form around his length. You feel your legs trying to close around him to push him away but he stays overstimulating you as more tears tumble down your cheeks. He moves his hand from your thigh to press slow circles on your clit building you up again. “So wet. So fucking wet.”

“S’much,” you whine.

“One more baby you can do it. Little more baby just a little more,” he peeks up at you and you nod. “Gonna fill up your pretty pussy.” His thrusts are sloppier as he continues flicking your clit. He leans down pressing his lips against you, a stark contrast between his harsh thrusts and soft lips. Tongue licking into your mouth as you sucked on the wet muscle.

“Want it,” you mumble into his mouth, feeling his cock twitch inside of you. He pushes into you and warm white fills you up. You cum again clenching around him milking his cock as he continues his thrusts.

“fuck.” he groans into your shoulder before finally slowing his movements. You stay like that, feeling him soften inside of you as you both catch your breath. He kisses your neck before leaning back and pulling out of you spreading your legs to watch his cum drip out of your fluttering hole.

He watches as you reach your hand between your legs collecting your cum and his before bringing it to your mouth swirling your tongue around your digits tasting yourself and him.

“Don’t do that or I’ll have to fuck you again,” he warns. You roll your eyes giggling around your fingers before pulling them from your lips. “you’re so,” he doesn’t finish leaning back over you, kissing you sweetly.

“So what?” you ask when he pulls away getting off the bed. You watch him cross the room to his bathroom. You can hear him shuffling around and water running before he comes back warm washcloth in hand and in only his boxers. You want to pout at the loss of his outfit but you can’t when his chest is right in front of you.

“all of the above,” he responds, gripping your ankle and pulling you to the edge of the bed before using the cloth to clean you gently.

“You should wear a leather jacket more often.”

tysm for reading!! i’m thinking of making this a series (like bf jeno being lovely and sweet and sexy) anyways lemme know if ur into it hehe stay safe ʕᵔ ᴥ ᵔʔ

#nct dream smut #jeno smut #jeno x reader #jeno big dick #jeno x you #lee jeno #lee jeno x reader #lee jeno smut #tddyhyck

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renjunderthesun · 2 months

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NCT DREAM TEXTS: random bf messages pt2

💌 [dreamies] x [afab!reader]

[warnings/context]: suggestive, silly mentions of a gun/death, the economy

this part contains jaemin, chenle, and jisung! click here for part 1 🥸

i think the jisung one might be a meme alr on the internet . it came to me so naturally and it’s so fucking him i had to 😭 —blue

#nct dream #chenle #nct texts #park jisung #jaemin #jaemin texts #chenle texts #jisung texts #nct jisung #nct dream texts #nct mark #renjun #haechan #jeno #mark lee #lee jeno

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rockstarhaechan · 4 months

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would it be possible to ask for clingy/affectionate texts with chenle or haechan?

p.s. I love your work so much 😭😭 keep up the hard work 🫶

clingy haechan & chenle texts ! | nct dream

pairing: bf!haechan x fem!reader & bf!chenle x fem!reader

warnings: haechan being whipped asf, pet names, begging, chenle being whipped too!

note: i wanted to do both, so why not! 4 for haechan & 4 for chenle! <3 thank you so much for your compliment, i love getting those kinds of compliments, and those type of interactions make me happy! <3 you can always request anything :)

haechan:

chenle:

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naids4luv · 4 months

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can i request chenle getting pranks by reader? like "ur mom" "?" "no chenle it was really ur mom" 😭😭 wait do you get me?

! pranking bf chenle !

yesss i get it HAHAHHAHA

thank u for requesting😽😽

#nct #nct drabbles #nct dream #nct dream fake texts #nct dream imagines #nct dream x reader #nct fake texts #nct imagines #nct x reader #nct scenarios #nct chenle #nct dream chenle #chenle x reader #chenle #chenle texts

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marksmelodies · 5 months

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Masterlist 🎀

NCT REACTIONS

-nct dream reactions to finding out you’re fwb/ secretly dating another member

-nct dreams reactions to meeting your baby who looks just like their dad for the first time

- nct 127 reactions to finding out you’re fwb/secretly dating another member

-how nct would react during an argument

- nct dream reactions to accidentally getting you pregnant

TEXTS

- nct dreams reactions to you getting off birth control

-dreamies reactions to you wearing revealing clothes around the other members

-nct dream accidentally exposing your relationship

-jisung bf texts

-dreamies jealous of your instagram story

-nct reactions to you on your period

-reader pretending to be a different girl and flirting with the dreamies to see how they react!

-dreamies reactions to “she’s busy rn” prank

-missing dreamies on tour

- suggestive jisung texts

-Jisung's reaction to you being jealous of the members got to touch his butt in public

-nct dream perv reaction from dreamies about your new comeback as an idol with a sexy concept

- dreamies giving you princess treatment!

-dreamies reactions to you being “needy” in public

-chenle suggestive bf texts

- jeno suggestive bf texts

-renjun suggestive bf texts

-johnny & jaehyun bf texts

- dreamies see the reader across the room smiling and they get jealous…

- pranking the dreamies by not blocking the guy who keeps commenting on ur ig post as if ur their gf

-member dreamies asking to cuddle

- suggestive haechan bf texts

- jaemin suggestive bf texts

-nct dream forgetting about your anniversary

- mark suggestive bf texts

- being mad at the dreamies

-dreamies reactions to you taking off your promise ring after a fight Part 2

NCT DREAM

•mark

- give it a rest

-lovestruck

- mark suggestive bf texts

•renjun

- love isn’t easy

- out of everything i love you the most

- renjun suggestive bf texts

•jeno

- the start of something new

- james dean daydream

- jeno suggestive bf texts

- alone at last (dad! jeno

• haechan

- sleep tight

-haechan suggestive bf texts

• jaemin

- 10:30pm

- step by step, little by little

-jaemin suggestive bf texts

• chenle

- stuck like glue

- for better, for worse

- switching my positions for you

- chenle suggestive bf texts

• jisung

-9:35pm

- jisung bf texts

- suggestive jisung texts

- not so innocent

NCT 127

-johnny & jaehyun bf texts

•jaehyun

- my princess

- my princess (ver 2)

OTHER

-forever only (eric sohn x fem reader)

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fadedncity · 7 months

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mask off

wc: 2.5k

pairing: jisung x fem!reader

cw: smut, bf!jisung, non idol au, mentions of other idols, semi public sex, knife play, role play, fingering, choking, manhandling, praise and degradation kink, pet names, teasing, unprotected sex, mentions of alcohol consumption and use of marijuana, horror movie references

a/n: not really relevant but thought i’d clarify reader is dressed as tiffany valentine from bride of chucky.

You checked your phone for what seems like the fifth time in the last ten minutes. Nervously gnawing on your bottom lip, you rechecked your call log to make sure you didn't miss one from him.

You sigh, locking your phone, and look over the balcony. Scanning the crowd below you, taking over Ningning's backyard, you search for Jisung. But you knew it would be no use between there being too many people and you not knowing what he was dressed as.

It wasn't until your eyes stopped on one person.

The Ghostface mask had initially caught your attention and caused you to do a double take, as it's surprisingly the first and only you've seen tonight. But you also realize they're looking back at you. With everyone else too intoxicated to notice you even up on the balcony, they were the only one looking up at you.

The masked individual doesn't do or say anything, remaining still as the party carries on around them. You straighten up when a bit of paranoia creeps up your spine.

Just as you start retrieving back into the house, you jump at the sound of a knock on the balcony door and snap your head in its direction.

"Hey," Yunjin slides the door shut behind her, joining you outside, "you okay?" she asks.

You peer back over the balcony and no longer see this Ghostface anywhere outside.

"Yeah, I'm fine," you tell her, also telling yourself it was nothing, "Have you seen Jisung? He was supposed to be here a while ago but I haven't heard from him and his phone's probably on do not disturb again."

"No, but Alyssa said she just saw Michael Myers, Freddy Krueger, and Ghostface pull up, pretty sure it was Chenle, Jisung, and Yangyang. So he's probably just around here somewhere."

"Alright," you say, heading back inside.

"We're about to smoke if you wanna join us, by the way."

"Let me head to the bathroom first."

"You need me to come with?" Yunjin asks.

"Nah, I won't be long. Just make sure Hyuck doesn't leave me with just the roach," you say.

. . .

You were humming along to the melody of the song you could hear playing outside of the bathroom as you reapplied your lipstick.

Your phone buzzed on the countertop with a text from Yunjin telling you to hurry up before you miss the cyph. You take one last look in the mirror, making sure your hair remains intact in its updo before collecting yourself and heading out.

Since you were looking down at your phone as you exited the bathroom, you didn't realize someone was standing in the corridor.

When you do finally notice them, you almost jump out of your skin, having been unaware of your surroundings.

"Holy fuck," you hold your hand over your rapidly beating heart.

With the poor lighting, you can barely make out the face of the robed figure until they take a step closer, and you see the Ghostface mask.

"Jisung?" you call out to him, "First you can't text me back, then you go and scare me half to death?" you laugh.

He still didn't say anything, just silently standing there, the soulless black eyes of the mask staring back at you. His gloved hands reach into the pockets of his jeans, revealing the knife.

You were almost positive that it was Jisung, for sure, once you saw the familiar blade.

Again, you laugh, "We're really doing this? 'Please, Mr. Ghostface, don't kill me. I wanna be in the sequel.'" you joke.

He remained quiet, your recital of Tatum's last words in the movie, seemingly falling on deaf ears.

"Is everything okay?" you ask.

Still no response. He tilted his head and took a step forward.

"Alright, babe, you're starting to scare me," you say, backing away from him while clutching your phone.

He was backing you back toward the bathroom, and you were running out of room to go.

"Jisung, seriously, you're freaking me the fuck out," you say once your back hits the door. The space between you gets smaller and smaller, with you nowhere left to go.

Is it even really Jisung?

You're breathing so heavily, that every time you inhale, your chest hits his as his face inches closer to yours.

"Boo!"

Your anxiety dissipates once you hear the switchblade click shut, and Jisung drops his hood, pulling the mask from over his head. He's laughing, so you punch him in the shoulder.

"Ow!" Jisung rubs his arm.

"Fuck you! That wasn't funny," you say.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry." Jisung holds your waist, "but it was almost too perfect of a chance I had to take." he says, and you cross your arms over your chest. "Come on, if I really was some serial killer you think I'd do it in a house full of witnesses."

"Have you learned nothing from the movies?" you furrow your brows.

"All I'm saying is if I really was Ghostface…" he takes out the voice modulator, holding it up to his mouth, "I'd give you a better death than just bleeding out in some dark hallway."

Heat pooled in your lower stomach, and your breathing became shallow. You're embarrassed to admit how much hearing Jisung's voice through the modifier turned you on.

"How thoughtful," your lashes flutter, "But I'm pretty sure I'd be able to take you as Ghostface."

"You weren't putting up much of a fight five seconds ago."

"Who said anything about taking you in a fight?"

"Oh?" he raises a brow, "Is that so?"

Jisung opens the bathroom door behind you, pushing you inside the confined space. Once he locks the door shut, he connects his lips to yours. He lifts you by your waist, settling you on the countertop, and you wrap your legs around his hips.

You roughly fist Jisung's hair, the kiss quickly becoming heated. His hands are all over you, sending goosebumps all over your skin. Jisung's tongue slips into your mouth, tasting the lingering bitterness of smoke from your last hit a while ago, mixing with the drink he had before finding you still on his lips.

One of his hands find their way between your legs, swiping his fingers over your clothed pussy. You shutter, attempting to close your legs around his hand to keep him there. Even through his gloves, he can tell you're already soaked through your panties and smirks at you.

"What's got you this wet, Ms. Valentine?"

"You, Ji," you answer.

"All me for me huh?" he asks, and your brows furrow in confusion, "You sure it wasn't Ghostface who's got you this wet?"

Oh, shit.

"I uh-"

"After making me watch all six movies on only our second date, I didn't really think much of it," he says, and you sheepishly laugh, "But it all started to make sense when I overheard you on the phone with Chaeryeong the other day…" Jisung trails off, hoping you'd catch on.

And you do, gasping with wide eyes, "Oh my god, no you didn't."

"I kinda did."

You groan, covering your face, "I didn't say anything because I didn't want you to think I was weird."

"Hate to break it to you, but I already thought that," he says lightheartedly.

"Jisung," you whine out of embarrassment.

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about, baby. I just don't know why you didn't say anything to me before," he softly pouts.

"And how exactly did you want me to go about that? 'Hey, babe, how was your day? By the way, I have this twisted fantasy of being railed by Ghostface. Wanna grab dinner?'" you question.

"Obviously not like that," Jisung scoffs, "I'm just saying, as your boyfriend, I'm more than happy to turn this twisted fantasy into a reality for you," he smiles at you, "Do you trust me?"

"With my life," you nod.

"Then would you allow me the honor?"

"The honor's all yours."

You snake your arms around Jisung's neck as he crashes his lips into yours. He brings his lips to your neck, suckling the skin between his teeth, leaving small bruises along your throat.

"You know this is almost always exactly how it goes in horror movies," you comment and you tip your head back, giving him more access.

"Oh my god," Jisung rolls his eyes, "Look if you don't wanna-" Jisung jokingly reaches for the doorknob.

"No, no," you keep your legs locked around him, "If I'm to die tonight, right here with you is where I'd wanna be," you kiss him.

"Can't think of anywhere else I'd wanna be. Now are you gonna keep talking about death or let me fuck you?" Jisung pulls you back onto your feet, turning you around to face the mirror.

"I'm not the only eager one here, I see," you push your ass into his groin.

"As much as I'd love to stay here and play with you all night, princess, we've already been gone for too long and the search party will come looking soon," he says before pulling a glove off with his teeth.

Jisung rolls the leather of your dress up over your hips and slides his hand between your legs. He pulls your panties to the side and slips a finger into your pussy.

"God, you're fucking soaked already," Jisung says, adding a second finger, causing your eyes to flutter shut, "This shit really does turn you on," a lopsided grin takes place on his face before his fingers leave you empty.

You grumble, frustrated. "Fuck off-"

"I'd watch your tone, sweetness," he held the knife to your throat. "Wouldn't wanna lose that pretty voice of yours."

It was then, you realized he pulled the mask back down over his head. You felt the edge of the knife press against your esophagus. If you hadn't previously been in this position with your boyfriend a number of times before, one would think you'd be worried, maybe even a little scared. But no, you were now beyond the point of being turned on, your body practically boiling with arousal.

"Please, don't," you plead, "I'll do anything," you turn your head to look at him and bat your lashes.

"Anything, huh?"

"Anything," you nod.

Jisung began tracing the knife edge along your chest, "With a pretty thing like you, I'm sure I can think of a few other things to do with you."

In one quick motion, he drops the knife to his other hand, and you hear the sound of fabric ripping as he slices your panties and pulls it from your body.

And there goes the third pair this month.

But you could care less about your tattered underwear, now discarded on the tiled floor, once you hear the zipper of his jeans coming undone. Jisung wastes no more time and lines his cock up with your entrance. You sharply inhale, feeling his thick length open you up.

"Oh my god," your voice was barely above a whisper.

"Is that what you wanted?" he asked in your ear, "Let me use you however I want for the sake of saving your pretty little life."

You manage to open your eyes and look at your reflection. The sight of the mask behind you as his cock is buried balls deep inside of you, flooded you with more arousal, your walls fluttering around his dick.

Your response was interrupted by the moan bubbling up your throat, but Jisung saw the smile breaking out on your face.

"Y-Yes," you nod, "God—please…fuck me."

"See how easy it is to get to what you want when you just use your words," you hear the smirk on his voice, "Gonna take it all for me like a good girl, yeah?"

You nod with a gasp, your nails scratching against the marble countertop as Jisung's cock stretches you open, bottoming out. "Mhm! I'll be good. I'll be so good for you, I promise."

Jisung draws his hips back before slamming back into you, filling you to the hilt. He grabs onto your hips, pulling you back onto his cock. Your ass slaps against his pelvis each time he fills you up, picking up momentum and fucking you at a steady pace.

Loud moans and cries along with Jisung's name tumbled hazardously from your lips. Jisung's gloved hand covers your mouth, muffling your noises.

"God, you're such a whiny slut," he says, "Pathetically crying out like a bitch in heat."

You whine, seemingly struggling against his hold as you grew flustered at his words.

"No need to try and deny it, sweets. I've had my eyes on you long enough to know, this is the exact moment you've been having wet dreams of," Jisung's strong arms securely hold you against his chest, "What would that cute boyfriend of yours think if he were to see you like this? Letting me use you however I please and not being able to do anything to stop me." he darkly chuckles.

It turns you on even more knowing Jisung is just as into this as you are.

"God…you're sick," you pant.

"You're the one who's letting a dangerous killer fuck you, and I'm the sick one?"

"Fuck you," you spit.

Jisung's hand wraps around your neck, lightly squeezing down on the sides.

"Fuck me, huh. You're doing a great job at doing so already, princess," the roughness of his voice through the modulator had your head spinning or maybe it was the limited oxygen you were granted as his hand was still around your neck. Either way you could feel yourself stumbling closer to the edge.

You slip up and call out your boyfriend's name. "Ji, oh god, mhm—it's so good, oh my god!" you threw your head back.

"That's it, baby. You're doing so good for me."

"Feels so good—fuck, Sungie," Your back arched as you attempted to move your hips and began fucking yourself back on his cock.

Jisung was drunk off you—Every whimper and whine he pulled from you as he bent you over the sink, fucking you relentlessly. And the way your body writhed and squirmed against him, the intense pleasure flooding your veins as his tip kissed your sweet spot.

"Look at yourself," he grabbed your jaw, making you look into the mirror "If only everyone else could see how badly I've ruined you, precious."

Your mouth hangs open, nothing coming out except for broken moans. But there's a drunken smile on your face.

"Sungie, please," you whimper.

Jisung brings his hand back your throat, but without applying pressure this time. "You close, pretty?" Jisung asks, and you ferociously nod.

"Wanna cum for you," you whine, "Please, baby," your voice cracked with desperation.

"Cute how desperate you can get. It's almost pathetic."

"Jisung, oh my god-"

You reach behind you and grab the back of his head. Jisung feels the mask being pulled off his head, allowing you to drop it to the floor. Messy black locks flopped over his forehead as his eyes readjusted to the lighting. Fisting your hand in his hair, you bring his lips to yours, meeting in a desperate and sloppy kiss.

Jisung feels the knot inside him ready to snap but holds back as his hand returns between your thighs. He rubs sloppy circles into your clit, and you squirm in his arms, trying desperately to chase your release.

"Come on, sweetheart. I wanna hear you scream for me."

You see stars behind your eyes as a moan rips from your throat, bouncing off every surface in the small space. Your body shakes in Jisung's arms as you cum. His cock throbs, his release finally coming when your pussy chokes his dick, and he paints your walls white.

"Fuck," Jisung rasps in your ear. He grabs onto the edge of the sink, fucking his cum into you as you squirm, feeling overstimulated.

You fall back against his chest, resting your head on his shoulder, "That was fucking amazing," you heavily pant against his skin as you place a kiss below his jaw.

"Yeah?" he caresses your face.

"I don't think I've ever cum that hard in my life."

"I aim to please you, very very well," he kissed your forehead before slipping out of your heat. You mewl, feeling his fingers brush your folds, collecting his cum as it starts to drip out of you.

"I'm gonna be thinking about this for the next few months, by the way."

"Then I guess there's no need to get rid of the mask after tonight," Jisung smirks, picking the mask up from the ground.

You smile against his lips, "Definitely not."

a/n: uhh this was very self indulgent and lowkey inspired by this. thank you for reading!! feedback is appreciated <33

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