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onyourhyuck · 3 months

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EXCHANGE LESSONS | L.MK

Pairing: mark lee x fem!oc

Summary: You’re the top student in every subject and your classmate!mark asks for your help in science and you offer the unprecedented exchange lessons that leave him off guard.

genre: smut, tutoring, classmates, inexperienced female oc, the concept of virginity being taken (it’s a social construct but you get it) and dominant!mark. minor groping, pussy eating and penetrating sex. Releasing on stomach, unprotected sex (please use a condom irl)

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You’re at the top of the food chain in every subject. Your desolated heart and effortless mind astounds the entire community around you. Since you’re such a smart and passionate individual, people doubt you have any flaws.

But that’s not so true. You do suck at one subject; Sex. Your body and mind leave your soul every moment you tried doing the most remote action like making out — you suck at it.

Perhaps it’s because you’re not comfortable enough with the person? Or maybe the idea of being sexually active is a new concept to you. This puts you at a frustrating disadvantage. You want to experience what it is like to be held by another person, to be worshipped and loved by every curve you have. You really want to experience intimacy. Someone’s hands holding your waist with fingers scrolling circles on your bare skin. Dancing out in heavy rain? Angry makeouts. Jealousy. You want to experience those rollercoasters of emotions. But you can’t because you’re missing the second person. This was no way a one man action.

That was until an opportunity arises. The boy in your class that wasn’t so good at any of his classes, barely scraping by. He had a thick foreign accent - and he never stops boosting about how he’s from Canada. He was visibly attractive. Most girls in your class fancy him.

Mark never really spent his day alone. Ever. There will always be people surrounding him. It’s like this was his world and we’re all just living in it you know?

“Hey Y/n,” A voice strikes up from behind. The boy standing only few inches from your height with a beige cap on backwards. It gave him a real bandboyish look today.

Your eyes dart to him. At first you look visibly confused but you manage to respond with a very soft greet. “Hey what’s up?”

You guys barely talk so this was all very new. The most talks you ever did was a simple ‘good morning’ to each other and never speak again. In fact this felt very awkward on your end.

Mark’s eyes look on the very left end of the lockers. The built tone body wearing these very baggy clothing press up on the metallic doors. Voice trailing off in an obvious direction. “Uhh, you know nothin’ much. The usual you know how it is.”

‘Yikes why does he look suddenly so guilty and suspicious?’ You question in your own mind. What was this strange feeling in your stomach? Like a hollow pit about to explode.

You mumbles quietly. “Right…”

Turning around your locker slams shut. The stuff you needed was carried by your arms. You thought this conversation had ended considering Mark wasn’t spitting out anything he wanted to say but the moment your back had turned on him, the boy quickly leaps in front of your path.

“Wait!” Mark stops you with two hands urgently.

You stop now with a small shock spread on your eyebrows and a visible streak of annoyance in your eyes.

“Tutor me! I want you to tutor me,” Mark said with a little pant to those syllables he stressed out with a stretch. Those hands come down and it really looks like for a moment he was embarrassed to ask. As if he had no idea how to ask you.

That’s all he wanted from you. It was a tutoring lesson so he could boost his grade up. Because lord knows he needs a good number. Otherwise he is finished with this class.

Your eyes line themselves on the boy. “You want me to tutor you?” You repeated back, Mark gave a simple nod. “Why me? You could have asked someone else.”

He furrows those eyebrows. “You seem- cool enough.” Mark then paused and panicked. Your expression seems unhappy by that anticlimactic response. “I mean! Your notes are cool and easy to understand. You explain things well.”

Well that came out wrong, what he wanted to say is you’re cool enough and you’re the smartest in the class. He doesn’t think he ever saw you get a bad grade.

Deep in your heart you couldn’t say no. Mark seems to be desperate for your help and you technically had an alternative motive. As bad as that sounds you can actually imagine losing your first deed to Mark. He was handsome, without a doubt you maybe fantasised getting off to him before. You don’t want to admit it but you did it more than once.

He was the new boy, wild and bright. Radiant and sweet. He was respectful, popular with everyone he hardly has any enemies. No one could hate a guy like Mark. He was a foreign exchange student from Canada and what more, he was an amazing soccer player last year. He won for your school club a trophy. He’s done pretty remarkable things.

Except his classes, which he severely needs your help with.

Sitting down in your bedroom, you constantly glance over to Mark who was sitting on the other end of your bed writing down on his notebook. To which your mind was at a war between asking him if he wants to do something else or if you should leave your stupid idea behind.

You are lost on how to approach the idea to him. You can’t just say ‘Hey let’s sleep together!’ And look like a sane person. Because that’s the opposite of normal. You barely know the guy too.

Your body lifts up your sweater and you nervously laugh it off. “Ahh it’s so hot, right? I should take this off.” Your hands pull off the warm fabric off your limbs and Mark looks up from his notes to glance at you. He looks at you for good three seconds.

The good look on your visible black tank top and cleavage exposing caught his eye but not enough for him to grasp your intentions. Instead Mark continues his work like the champ he was. Unbothered and gullible.

“Yeah? I feel normal.” Mark relies obliviously. You furrow your eyebrows and feel your stomach clench. Why was it so hard to ask Mark to have sex with you? It’s like the most difficult question for you.

And you never struggled with math questions before. You can’t believe it. Why was a simple risky move harder than school work.

He went back to doing his work. Thankfully you’re an amazing tutor so far your explanations did wonders for Mark. But you’re sat there staring at him with your eyes gawking.

You’re like an eagle pouncing, but you’re hesitant at the same time.

The boy did take notice of your stares and very acknowledged presence. But he didn’t know why and he doesn’t quite want to ask you, because what if that makes you pressured and embarrassed? Mark felt however very watched. Every movement of his pen. Every step of his breathing he makes on the same bed you’re sitting with him on.

It felt discomforting almost?

You clear your voice. “Mark have you ever had…” you pause because you’re suddenly getting to know how intrusive you are being. The boy’s head lifts up and he waits for you to finish.

“Have you ever had sex?” You begin again. You bite on your inner cheek which starts to make Mark flustered. From such a smart and disciplined girl you really have a way of starting conversations.

Mark nodded. “Yeah. Did you?”

Even if it was an inappropriate comment, Mark didn’t lie about it and he answered you truthfully. The boy didn’t know what to say at first. But what’s the harm in saying yes?

You don’t reply and you move a little closer to Mark holding your knees against your chest. Wearing shorts came in handy because Mark can see a full outline of your beautiful legs.

“What was your first time like?” You ask without answering him. Mark raised up his eyebrow thinking to himself. “Uhh,” he sits up on the mattress.

Mark brushed the pen down on the notebook. “I think it was with my girlfriend at the time.” You fully expected him to say some chick at the party but knowing his ex girlfriend was his first time, made this somehow really sweet and romantic.

Mark mumbles. “But what was your like?”

Your lips fell in a thin line. In an embarrassing way you turn away your gaze when your reply hits the taller quick.

“Mark I am a virgin,” You said it with a moment of clarity. He wasn’t sure why you’re still a virgin when you’re decently attractive and hella smart.

It somehow doesn’t make any sense.

Mark’s mouth drops like an umbrella sheet. “No way.” And you nod to show its the truth. Mark laughs a bit not in a mocking way but in a sense of disbelief to lighten up your mood.

He could tell you’re almost ashamed but he didn’t think that’s anything to be ashamed of. In any case he wonders if that’s a positive more than a con.

“Hey Y/n that’s not a bad thing you know that right?” He nudges your arms with his elbow with a smile.

You sigh a little. “I know but I want to experience it. I don’t really care about my virginity that much.”

“So how come you’re still a virgin? You’re pretty and smart.” Mark chuckles, he didn’t quite understand it. If you wanted to lose your virginity card so badly how come you still have it?

Your eyes look at him, your chance to tell him how clueless you are when it comes to sex arises. A part of you don’t want to tell him you’re bad at sex because that’s really embarrassingly stupid. Or the fact that you have no idea how to do anything. You can’t even figure out how kissing goddamn works!

You swallow down your own emotions. “I have no idea how to have sex.”

Moments later your eyes have glued together in what seems to be a staring competition. Mark didn’t think you’d be completely clueless. It came so naturally to him when he was about to do it for the first time. To you this was like a big deal.

Mark comes forward mumbling nervously. “You don’t know how to kiss either?” You shake your head a no.

The boy was silent until his eyes fell down to your lips. They look pretty, they seem very red and plum. He couldn’t grasp it but the guts clench in a sudden contraction.

“Do you want me to teach you?” Mark starts to ask you. Your face fell to the ground or it rather feels like it. He read your mind.

He was so nervous about it, he didn’t want to come off like a freaking creep to you. Little does he know you were begging for this offer.

He trails. “You know — like exchange lessons? You helped me with science and I can help with sex lessons.”

That doesn’t sound too bad to you. The deal was appealing. Your eyes sparkle up and come forward to kiss his lips. When you did the first gesture this said a lot to the boy before you. You were agreeing. You didn’t back away, your eyes were glowing at the idea of him teaching you what to do during sexual encounters. And thus, he opens his mouth slipping in slowly his tongue. Caressing your soft untouched mouth was like a dream come true. You were like melting ice the moment your mouth felt the warmth of the salivas mixing in as one. The kiss was slow at the beginning but occasionally you got the hang of the pace and Mark decided to spice it up.

He had to spice it up for you. Mark wanted to show you how it really is. What it really awaits you. The kiss springs from the bottom, a sudden piercing movement shocks you causing your moans to fall off.

Did he just bite your bottom lip? He smirks at your reaction and pulls you down on the bed. Hovering above your lean shoulders those grabby hands touch on your waist to position you a little downwards to his liking.

Mark kissed your neck, your jawline, down the side to your ears and your shoulders once your top slips off leaving you in your bra.

Your bra was a pretty blue colour. Mark smiles at your chest in slight adoration. Your eyes took a glimpse of his eyes and his lips have small kisses to your chest, to the cleavage. In between your breasts he brushed his face into the softness of your pillows.

“You know I’m surprised you’re a virgin.” He begins quietly, travelling his mouth down to your stomach till your navel touches.

Your feet curl up. This was somehow nerve wrecking but it feels good? But it’s so slow and it’s like he’s bringing you to rest.

“Why?” You ask out quietly.

Mark mumbles when his fingers reach the very entrance of your panty lining. He stops at your abdomen monitoring the shorts he took off. Your panty matches the colour to your lovely bra. You feel so warm between the flat stomach, his fingers slip your panties down to your legs half way.

Eyes look up to see your face. “You strike me as someone who knows everything.” He might be right. You come across as reliable person.

But you don’t know everything unfortunately, you’re only human and you doubt that Mark knows absolutely everything too. You smile shyly and close your thighs together.

This was embarrassing. You never really went further than kissing someone badly before. He could see everything but the moment your legs shut him off Mark gave a small nudge with his hands to pull your thighs apart gently.

“No hiding Y/n come on? Open up for me.”

Your hands cover your face as your legs open up like two doors. Mark smiles in awe but you couldn’t see that. The boy kissed your entrance, like a peck to the lips until those same lips kiss the inner thighs. He loved seeing your legs trembling from nothing but nervousness.

You really are a small ball of wreck.

He quietly says. “You’re pretty down there why are you so worried?”

He didn’t quite understand what was making you this anxious and you shudder when his tongue does kitten lick motions to your pussy. You’re unable to make any sense of what just happened, but all you know is that this feels too good to stop.

Tongue traps at your nub flicking his motions in left and right directions: your pelvis subtly lifts off the bed to roll back. Mark hums against your entrance, he was devouring you as if it’s his first time too. It feels too good for you and that’s what’s making him get off the whole idea: You feeling good.

His tongue went inside your small hole giving it a few thrusts of his tongue. His nose pressed right against your clit. Your burning hot skin flushes his face and your thighs squeeze when your stomach clenches so tightly. Without a warning you slip into oblivion.

Mumbling out highly. “Fuckfuckfuck m’gonna cum.”

Striving to give you the best orgasm of your life, Mark feverishly sucks on your edging pearl, your clit was practically swollen and this pushed you right off the edge just as he wanted you to. He was watching up at you from down there seeing your spine arch and your moans hit the back of your throat, so hoarse and sore. The way your eyes shut and your hands grip at anything nearby: the bed sheets, your breasts, his thick hair.

Pulling out of your wet slimey pussy from all the coating of saliva. You take a deep breath, Mark positions him above you he saw your bright reddish cheeks and your sparkling wet eyes. You look beautiful like this.

He whispers. “Do you still want to continue?”

Your mind was a fog but you never hesitated to reply to your classmate. “Yes, please.”

It’s definitely a sight to see. You’re being so adamant about it. Mark leans down and pulls down his rock solid crotch out. Those jeans slipped off and it leaves an ugly feeling when you’re hard in jeans.

It feels like a big weight lifted from him when it comes off. The boy sits back and gave you a glance as if he is telling you to come forward.

“Do you want to take the boxers off?” You heard him ask you. Your eyes light up and with your small hands pulling off his boxers. Mark gave you a dark gaze when his large cock springs up against his stomach. Your mouth waters just looking at it.

Your stomach made a small butterfly clutch too. You look at him in panic. “Whoa wait, will that fit?” You sound so dumbfounded. But Mark grinned and he rubs your thighs reassuringly.

“It can, it will. Trust me on this I’m the teacher here.”

He was right he was the teacher here and you’re just a mere helpless virgin. You lay down on the bed sheets when Mark moves on top of you his hard tip had to do a few teasing streaks on your entrance. You were anticipating him to just ram it in — but he wasn’t.

You were just impatient and Mark was a very patient guy who didn’t want to rush a process like this. At least for now he doesn’t have anywhere to be, what’s the rush right?

The tip was pushed out and back in, it was like a car reverse and driving forward. Your entrance was locked tight so Mark wants to stretch you out with just the tip. He had a feeling he might have to use two fingers before anything else is to happen. The boy pressed his thumb and rubs your clit. You mumble out a whine, and then his singular finger goes inside you just to do a little stretch here and there. The second finger was when it starts to feel too good for you. Your eyes shut and your voice starts to feel good.

He made his hand shake a little and then come out. Only for his tip to slip in fully in you and then gradually expand his shaft inside your pussy. You feel good, Mark was addicted to the feeling of his cock buried in your velvety new walls.

He grunts, his breath shaking. “Ah fuck Y/n, you feel better than i thought you would.”

It took every ounce of his body not to rut against you like a wild fucking beast, Mark moves up against your stomach. Your hands tremble upwards to hold his forearms.

“Mh! Fuck, it kind of hurts.” Your voice murmurs and the boy had his attention all on you. He was watching only your face when his body did the moving thing. When you told him it kind of hurts, Mark had a feeling the pain will turn to pleasure soon for you. All he could do was give a small ‘shh’ and a kiss on the forehead for you.

You’re kind of glad Mark is your first. He seems to be gentle and loving enough for this. If it was anyone else you don’t think they would be as supportive as he was to you.

A simple kiss on the forehead made your worries disappear. And you let him rut against your pussy that squelches on his shape, taking every single inch of his cock until he was balls deep.

He was right, the pain did turn to pleasure real soon.

He brushed some of your hair back from your face as his thrusts connect to his pivoting muscles and hips. Mark admires your honesty expressions too, he couldn’t help himself. You were pretty even in this state.

The boy brushed down your jawline, he leans to capture a kiss on your lips. Your voice slips off like a breathy breeze. “Mark — feels too good.”

He smiles down at you. “I know,”

Your thighs wrap themselves on his waist and that brought him deeper in a whole new position when he is pushing in your loving arms. And then you feel a strong urge in the stomach, something that’s about to explode.

Your eyebrow ends connect, furrowing. “M’think I’m gonna cum…”

You didn’t exactly know but the feeling was so intense it overlaps your hearing and your brain goes back moments later after the surging sensation washes over you.

Mark feels you cumming right on his cock, he grits his teeth together jawline attached with his remaining strength.

“Me too, I’m close, hold on.” He mumbles lowly until he fucks himself just enough to pull out of you and then flick his wrist down the shaft to paint you of his cum on your bare stomach.

Deeply breathing the boy pulls back on the bed, you achingly sit up with a small groan. You never felt your body become this sore.

Your eyes watch Mark as the boy brushed back his hair with his hand. You both look like visible messes. Sweating and panting.

Your lips curve into a small smile. “So, do you need help with anything else in your classes?”

Mark gave a visible chuckle somehow it feels like you’re going to be more of a distraction when you’re going to tutor him than he likes to believe.

“Uhh, let’s see.” He replies, looking at the studying materials you guys left unattended on the floor. Scattered is the right word more like.

“I think I prefer to Exchange Lessons.” He admits, causing you to chuckle.

Mark thinks you do too, considering you’re not disagreeing.

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issamultistan · 10 months

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01:11 AM | mark lee

paring: idol!mark x fem!reader

count: 245 (two hundred, thrity-five words)

warnings: nsfw content, cursing, intentional lowercase, not proofread

contents: pwp, softdom!mark, sub!reader, race neutral reader, oral (f receiving), cunnilingus, pussy drunk mark, praise, l bomb, cursing, use of “pretty girl”

losing my mind over mark lee don’t mind me there also used to be a mark edit w novacane by frank ocean and now it’s gone so you have to take my word on it

mark runs his hands down your thighs as your hands were tangled in his hair. his tongue was lapping your arousal all over your inner thighs and his lips. mark has been starving for your pussy for so long, it drove him crazy, and now he finally has you in his hands. after a long hard work day, he loves to devour your pussy till it was raw. he loved your pussy as much as he loved you.

“you’re so pretty like this, pretty girl,” mark mumbles against your slick pussy; adding on your stimulation.

“fuck, mark, please. your tongue feels so good,” you moaned out as best as you could. the pleasure felt like your throat lost all air. mark knew your weak points.

everything down to how he sucked on your clit, ran his tongue on your labia, shoving his tongue in your your dripping pussy; just everything mark did was cloud nine for you. not only you found yourself on the edge of release, mark was about to come so fast if you kept on moaning out his name like that. “so good for me, right? shit, i love you and your pussy.”

“mark, i’m close, so close.”

“yeah? c’mon, come for me, pretty girl.”

almost exactly after mark's words, your hands gripped on mark's hair and your thighs began to shake. with that small action of yours, it signaled mark that your orgasm washed over you in the best way possible.

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haechaninmyheart · 2 years

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an alpha’s desire

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

summary - gathering more information on the soon-to-be owner of seoul’s leading tech companies, should be an easy job, especially for someone like you but when you get your heat at the most unexpected time, things don’t exactly go in your favour. well, almost.

pairing - ceo! alpha!haechan x omega! f!reader.

genre - smut, non-idol!au, a/b/o au.

word count - 6k.

warnings - use of she/her pronouns, protected sex, fingering, oral sex (receiving), knife (pressed against your throat and used to cut off a piece of your clothing), ice play, reader gets a concussion, lip injury, tiniest description of his lip bleeding from biting it too much, wrists are tied to the bed, finger sucking, multiple orgasms, knotting, spitting, slapping.

author’s note - repost of an alpha’s desire. happy reading 💖

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

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Lee Donghyuck, or more well known as Lee Haechan, is the only son of the owner of Seoul’s leading tech companies and is due to take over his father’s role soon. However, as of recently, he has also been suspected of leading a series of crimes, mainly cyber, including accessing unauthorised systems of rival firms and organisations within the same market but some others too. There is a risk that he might take it a step further with his cyber crimes if he lands his father’s position and that’s when the consequences don’t affect just his competitors’ problem but other organisations outside the technology industry. That’s only if he’s part of them.

Another thing to note about Haechan is that he loves to party and tends to host one after each company event or every other weekend at his villa, not too far away from the city. Tonight, the company is celebrating 50 years since the founding of the well-known organisation at its main office building, which means Haechan will be there along with his parents and some of the top business people in Seoul.

This also means that his apartment is empty and tonight, that’s where you find yourself. With a tap of the 6 digit code, you’re in. Sneaking in is easy for you. Most of those who live on the top floors of these apartment complexes are attending his party and this just makes it even more easier, but you are sure to keep your guard up. When things are going too well, there’s usually something about to go bad soon after.

Instantly, you are met with the strong musky scent as you push the door open with your gloved hand and step into the apartment. It’s overpowering, fills up your lungs and makes your body feel hot and shaky. Even with half your face covered with a mask, you can smell the intense scent and with a trembling exhale of a breath you step further inside his home to inspect your surroundings. The door you quietly close behind yourself and now find yourself standing in his hallway as you glance out one of the many large windows in his living room, and at the many buildings Seoul has.

There’s something rather calming about staring at the dark landscape from a very high floor; at the small white dots that resemble the windows of other apartments and at the small moving lights on the ground, cars rushing to get where they need to be this evening but right now the night scenery of Seoul city can be admired some other time. You’ve got a job to do.

Within the large apartment of his, you need to locate his laptop and any other evidence so you continue your little exploration of his apartment. Eyes carefully tracing over his kitchen counter, you’re still standing in the hallway area being mindful not to step on his beige rug with your boots so as not to leave noticeably marks.

Haechan has plenty of people over at his apartment, lots of girls, that’s no secret. The neighbouring apartment has previously complained about banging noises through the walls late at night and well… everyone already knows why. Though you still make an effort not to leave too much evidence. It’s a simple mistake and you aren’t a rookie in your industry anymore.

His living room and kitchen have nothing important, that is obvious with a quick scan, so you assign yourself the task to find his bedroom, which you find is located at the end of the hallway. If the scent you considered was strong when you stepped into the apartment, it had your head spinning when you stepped into his room.

As you hold the door handle tightly, letting out something in between a harsh breath and a high whine, you’re nearly double over. There’s no way you could get your heat. No. Not right now. You’re in the middle of a mission, at some stranger’s place. Well, Haechan was a stranger to you. You’d never met him in person, only seen pictures of him online when reading the news and when Taeyong presented you his file whilst you were discussing the surge in recent crimes, and how he was linked to them.

The scent, Haechan’s scent, you pinpoint, it’s strong enough to have you surrendered but the man himself is nowhere to be seen. Mostly, you are grateful for that fact. You can carry out your job in peace (that is if you can even take a step into his bedroom) and you wouldn’t be on the verge of passing out or holding onto your own decent morals by the thread as you try to surpass the desire to be used as a cock sleeve by another Alpha.

You squeeze your thighs together to soothe the growing ache in between your legs as you close your eyes. It gives you some level of relief, but not enough. You want an Alpha’s knot. No, you need it.

You give yourself a minute, at most to gather yourself as you internally curse at yourself for being born as an omega, you hated it. Absolutely despised being born at the bottom with a sole purpose to reproduce. Why couldn’t have you been born as a Beta? You didn’t need to be claimed by another Alpha as his and bred, and nor did you want that life either. Though heats were rather difficult to bear without an Alpha blowing out your back whenever your heat symptoms become too much.

Your body shakes at the thought. The thought of being claimed. Maybe you could change your mind now, right? Plenty of omegas still abide by traditionals rules, have their pack arrange a suitable Alpha mate for them and then be set for life.

But the thing is you don’t have your own pack to do that. You don’t know where they are or if they know your whereabouts. Like a small percentage of the population you’d managed to successfully run away at a young age and had been taken in by the safety of a Beta who was kind enough to look after you. That Beta, who went by the name of Taeyong and was now your work colleague.

“Oh, god.” You cry out, trying to straighten yourself up to the best of your ability. The slick, you can feel it leak and it’s soaking through your black jeans as you stand still. Standing where you are right now, isn’t helping either. Your target will definitely know that someone was in his city home without his permission, you’re leaving your scent all over his apartment and Haechan will have his suspicions too so right now, standing at the door seems safe. Even if there is no Alpha to pick up your scent now, he will later when he’s laying in his bed.

You glance around his room from your hunched over position at the door, using his bedroom door to support yourself as the ache in between your legs only grows stronger. The dark walls make the room seem smaller than it truly is, the wall opposite the large window looks like a wardrobe made of dark wood. His bed moved slightly away from the wall has a rug underneath it, also of dark grey colour like his bedsheets, by the window is his desk and that’s where you spot the slim, easy to carry device. It's his laptop.

Even with the pain between your legs, even more painful breaths you have to take and your skin feeling scorching hot, the corners of your mouth manage to curl up. The only reason you’ve dragged yourself all the way here this evening and you sure as hell won’t be leaving empty handed.

You stumble towards the desk near the opposite side of the room, ignoring the symptoms of your heat as you focus on the object settled on the desk, your hands going to the pockets of your jeans to bring out a device to save a copy of all his files on. As you slide the laptop towards yourself and open it, you’re met by another barrier. It’s requesting a password. You type the same pincode you used to get into the apartment but it’s incorrect, you do the same for his date of birth and get the same response yet again. Perhaps it’s his date of birth backwards-

“What’s a cute Omega like you doing in my apartment alone, huh?” You feel something cold and sharp pressed against your neck before the scent, his scent hits you. It’s Haechan. You aren’t sure how he had gotten inside the apartment, surely with your heightened senses now you’d be able to scent him out before he got to his room?

Haechan has got himself pressed against you, as you stand sandwiched between his desk and his body with his hand holding a pocket knife held to your throat whilst his other hand is held over your mouth. He makes no effort to stop you from breathing, just covers it enough for you to breathe in his scent.

You can’t even form a reply instead, too busy wondering how he was able to walk in and catch you with your nose not picking up his scent. He smells fucking amazing now by the way, you can taste him through your own mask and it’s making your mouth water. He couldn’t have been quick, there was still a short distance from the entrance of this apartment to his bedroom and you would’ve heard his footsteps in the hallway too.

“And she’s in her heat?” He tuts, disapprovingly. “Little Omega should know better than to wander into an Alpha’s house in this state...especially when he’s near his own rut too.” He groans the last part of the sentence into your ear, burying his face into your neck as he takes in your delicious scent, greedily. He controls himself from wanting to dart out his tongue to taste your sweet skin, your delightful scent present on his tongue is enough for him to want his face in between your legs for a whole week.

You tense up at his movement. An omega near her heat and an alpha near his rut… that doesn’t sound too good. You don’t personally know Haechan to let his scent be present all over you like this but oh god, do you want that.

Your eyes travel back to the laptop sitting open and waiting for the correct password to be typed in. The main reason why you are here. To collect information, perhaps against the alpha who’s got a good grip on you or in his favour. Quick thinking helps you in making a mental plan on how to escape his grip and grab the laptop before you make a run for it. It’s not the best, but the longer you stand against him, breathing in his scent, the lower your chances are of getting out that door without being further questioned or witnessing how exactly alphas deal with their ruts near an omega first hand. Though, first you need to distract him.

“Alpha.” You whine into his hand, your cheeks feeling flushed as you speak. It’s the first time you’ve addressed someone else in a tone as obscene as that.

Haechan moves his face back up towards your ear, smirking against your skin. “Yes, sweetheart?” His hold loosens on the weapon in his hands as he gives you all his attention, waiting for you to continue. But you have nothing to say, not anything pleasant anyways and Haechan is met with a hit to his lip and nose area, making him instantly let go of your face, groaning aloud as he takes a step back. He squeezes his nose bridge and there’s a metallic-like taste present in his mouth.

This gives you enough time to grab the laptop and make a dash for the bedroom door, though you don't get very far. Haechan is equally as quick as he grabs the back of your t-shirt preventing you from taking another step, his actions fuelled by his overwhelming rage. He can’t believe he’s just been hit in the face by an omega who’s broken into his apartment and is now trying to make a run for it with his personal laptop.

“Just where do you think you are going with that?” He yanks you back, nearly ripping your top as he snatches the laptop from your grip. He tosses the device onto the bed, your eyes follow as it lands upside down and he immediately slams you into the wall. His free hand wrapping itself around your neck as he glares at you. His bottom lip is bleeding and you can feel the anger radiate off his heated body. “What do you plan on doing with my laptop?”

You stay quiet, glancing at the name item behind him. You were so close. So fucking close.

“Tell me.” He speaks through gritted teeth, squeezing at your throat and when you begin to struggle, your hands clawing at his around your neck until he lets go. You drop to the floor, pulling down your mask as you gasp for air as he stares at you. You don’t care if you're breathing in his powerful scent but the one thing you do care about is not leaving empty handed, that you are certain of.

Haechan realises that too so he awaits your next move and when you come charging at him, he is quick to grab you, twisting your body to the side. Though he forgets to take into account how close he’s been standing to his desk and when your head hits the edge of the table, making a noise loud enough to wake the next door neighbours (if they were still home), Haechan is sure that he’s given you a concussion.

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When you open your eyes, there’s a throbbing sensation present in your head and you instinctively let out a groan. The burning ache between your legs has only grown and when you try to roll to your side, you feel a tug at your wrists. Glancing up you realise that they’ve been tied to the bed, you aren’t exactly sure where the fabric leads to but the dark fabric around your wrists prevents you from lifting your hands up more than a few inches.

“Awake?”

You snap your head towards the voice towards the end of the bed.

“Don’t try to kick me, or I will tie down your legs if needs be.” Haechan takes a seat by your legs with a glass of whiskey in his hands. His lip, the one you hit your head with and made bleed, looks better now. “Now...tell me, why are you in my apartment and why do you need my laptop?” He speaks with a raised brow, looking down at you.

You thickly swallow, your eyes fixed on his figure. Your skin feels like it's on fire and you can’t focus. At least not with an Alpha sitting so near you.

Haechan comes even closer, to place the glass on his bedside table and it makes your heat symptoms flare up. With knitted eyebrows you let out a whine, rubbing your thighs together. Haechan takes notice of this, a smirk spreading across his face.

Your face mask has been removed, so his scent is even more powerful and intense than before, filling up your nostrils and lungs as you continue to take laboured breaths. Your chest is rising and falling at a rather quick pace.

“So?” Haechan comes even closer, all up in your personal space and his scent has your insides screaming. At this rate he might as well be kissing you soon.

You let out the most dumbfounded noise as you make eye contact with him.

“Can’t speak? Your heat that bad?”

“What- No!” You protest.

“Little omega can speak after all...”

You helplessly tug at the restraints around your wrists before trying to pull yourself up.

However Haechan is quick to react, pulling you down by your waist and then pinning you down by your hips. “Don’t you dare.”

This action of his sends a wave of arousal in between your thighs. You’re definitely sure you’ve soaked through your panties and jeans, you can feel it. And Haechan can smell it. The delightful scent present in the air and coming from you, he just wants to bury his face in between your legs.

He moves his hands off your hips, opting to place one on your lower abdomen as he smirks down at you and his fingers trace the edge of your jeans waistband. Your face burns under his gaze.

“What’s wrong, little omega?”

Replying with only a whimper at the choice of words he’s been addressing you tonight, Haechan settles his hand in the middle of your lower torso. You feel your eyes prickle with tears, you feel like you’re going to explode if he doesn’t stop his teasing, you feel too hot and you want him to do something more than just move his hands around your jeans like that.

“Want me to go lower?” He groans.

A desperate moan erupts from your mouth and you feel his hand move lower. ‘Finally.’ You think to yourself as your body shamelessly reacts, your hips buckling up into his hand and allowing him to apply a light level of pressure to your core.

“Needy?” He grins.

You don’t say anything. Mainly because you know this is wrong, you aren’t supposed to be feeling like this towards some alpha but you can’t help it and he isn’t just some alpha. It’s Lee fucking Haechan. The next owner of Seoul’s largest and well known technology company. You wonder how many other omegas desire to be in your position but you remember to him, you’re just another omega. You’re sure he doesn't even know your name.

Haechan leans in, voice low enough to send shivers down your spine. “I asked you something, little omega.”

Your body is betraying your mind and under his gaze you feel submissive. A part of you, the submissive side of you as an omega wants this alpha to do what alphas do when they're in a rut; you want him to breed you but-

Work.

Work would never allow this, Taeyong would never encourage you to make decisions like this in your heat and you never wanted to be claimed by an alpha. But he doesn’t need to claim you to please you, right?

Right.

You could just be another omega he’s fucked and Taeyong doesn’t need to know of this, nor does work.

“Pl-please.”

“Of course, omega.” Haechan speaks in the softest of tones as if he hadn’t knocked you mere minutes ago with the edge of his desk. He moves onto the bed, settling himself in between your legs on his knees, pushing your t-shirt up, off your head and leaving it around your arms.

Then goes your bra, his hand reaching around under your and skillfully unclasps it with minimum effort. Haechan smirks. He’s a fucking pro at this shit, he’s fucked enough girls to do this blindfolded. His hands are quick to go under the item of clothing, squeezing and palms rubbing over your sensitive tips.

He pushes your bra up too, but when it doesn’t go further than your shoulder, Haechan decides he might as well cut it off. And he does. With the same knife he’d pressed your throat when he saw your figure by his desk and after he’s sliced through both straps, he tosses the item off his bed.

He curses looking down at your bare upper half. ‘You’re gorgeous.’ He thinks to himself, admires the way you lay in his bed under him but all this staring is making you nervous.

You’re not used to being looked at the way he’s looking at you, hungrily and you’ve never been topless in front of an alpha, or another person as a matter of fact.

“Haechan.” You moan. You’re growing impatient. You’re the only one half naked, Haechan is still fully clothed. He’s navy blue blazer jacket isn’t on him anymore, just his white shirt that’s been rolled up at the sleeves and navy trousers but before he undresses himself, your jeans have got to go. You watch him fiddle with your jean zipper before pulling them off and throwing them on the floor.

“Patience, little omega.” He cages you in his arms, leaning down to place a string of wet kisses from the back of your ear to a sensitive spot on your neck. One of his thighs slide right against your core, giving you something to grind against and you feel a burst of euphoria as you pathetically begin to rub yourself against his thigh, letting out little noises.

Haechan doesn’t know how he hasn’t lost control yet. The noises you’re making, the sweet scent you’re giving off, you’re driving him crazy and he thinks he’s holding onto his morals by a thread. He puts pressure on your core with his thigh, listening to your cries of pleasure. He’s nowhere near making you feel as good as he can though the human side of him wants him to go easy on you, show some element of mercy but his instincts are screaming at him to flip you over, push you ass up and fucking your little omega cunt full of his cum until your shaking from the intense pleasure.

A harsh suck has you crying out the alpha’s name once again and Haechan smirks against your skin as he continues the rough treatment with his mouth. When satisfied with himself, Haechan moves back from your neck and his fingers hook themselves around the waistband of your underwear. He’s feeling impatient to get a taste of you.

You watch his figure through half closed eyes as he removes the last piece of clothing on you, assisting him by lifting your legs closer to your chest as he slides your panties off. However, instead of throwing it onto the floor of his bedroom like the rest of your clothes, he scrunches it up into a ball and leans over you again, holding the item close to your mouth.

“Open.” His voice is authoritative and you can’t help but do as he says. If it were possibly, your cheeks burn even more as he stuffs the soft fabric into your mouth. You can taste yourself but that’s not what’s on your mind at the current moment.

Haechan dips his head in between your legs, tongue racing out to get a taste of you and as he licks a firm strip from your entrance to your clit, making you moan out. His hands are on your outer thigh, thumb stroking your skin as he nods his face against your heat. His nose brushes against your clit, making it tingle with pleasure. His licks are rapid, careless and harsh, he’s mean when he sucks on your clit, making your thighs tremble in his hold. You can understand why he’s shoved your panties inside your mouth in the first place.

Haechan squeezes the flesh of your thighs when you struggle to keep them open and on the third time this happens, he moves his hands to your inner thighs before pinning them down. Spitting your cunt before mixing it in with your leaking slick.

You groan out in embarrassment, you’ve never felt so dirty but you want him to do it again. However, the alpha has other plans, he pushes two fingers in, memorised by the way you just suck his fingers in. “You know,” Haechan starts off, scissoring both his digits inside of you. “Omegas are capable of taking an alpha’s knot during their own heat with little to no foreplay. Shall we test it out?”

You clench around him, your thighs still as you maintain your eyes on his figure.

“I think my little omega likes that.” Haechan chuckles with a grin on his face. You don’t know why he’s referring you as his, you aren’t. He hasn’t claimed you and nor do you want him to.

Haechan connects his mouth back to your clit, using his tongue to stimulate the sensitive bud as he draws his fingers in and out of you.

Instead of the aching pain in your core, you feel something build up and it feels great.

The noises coming out of your pussy as he moves his fingers, curling them inside your, making out with your clit, all of this contributes to the ball of fire deep inside of you and it builds and it builds.

You begin to shake again, raising your hips to meet Haechan’s face and he has to press you down with his free hand. It keeps building and building. You gasp with the ball of fabric in your mouth, damp from both your saliva and your slick as Haechan’s digits brush against something that makes your whole body shudder with excitement.

Haechan continues to stroke that area inside of you making the pleasure grow and grow, and your jaw goes slack, your eyes roll back, your legs stiffen, your toes curl, until finally-

An electrifying pleasure washes over your entire body, like fireworks being set off and you hold your breath for a few seconds, convulsing around the two digits inside of you that are determined to draw out this climax for as long as possible. You aren’t able to make much noise with something in your mouth but the way your eyebrows crease and your heels dig into the mattress, the alpha knows he’s making you feel amazing.

Haechan’s warm breath fans against your heat after he removes his lips from your clit, his fingers stay inside of you for a moment longer, giving your g-spot a few gentle strokes before he slides them out. He replaces the fabric in your mouth with his fingers, the same ones he used to touch you.

“Suck.”

And you do.

Tongue swirling around his digits as you moan. You’re a mess as you lick your own juices off and when Haechan removes his hand away from you, he lets you know with a repeat of your new nickname: his messy little omega.

“Now, how about we test…”

You watch the alpha tentatively as he gets up from his bed. He removes his shirt and he’s impatient whilst doing so, rushing with the top buttons before yanking it upwards and then he reaches down to his bedside table, opening the first drawer. From a box, Haechan pulls out a golden square, holding the corner of it in his mouth as he kicks the drawer shut and begins to unbuckle his belt which places on his table next to the glass of whiskey he was sipping on earlier.

You have a slight feeling he’s planning on doing something with that belt but all you can do is nervously gulp as you watch him. His trousers drop to the floor with a soft sound then his boxers, his cock springing out from the confinements of his pants and you audibly gasped at his size.

Haechan laughs at your reaction, flaunting the size of his dick in his hand as he strokes himself in front of you, his tip oozing with pre-cum. He takes the thing in between his mouth, the condom of which the branded packaging you recognise and it’s a large size too. That you are sure of. He’s rather quick at sliding it down his length, as if he’s done it a hundred times already but then again, it’s Haechan, he probably has.

The edge of the condom rests around his growing knot. Your eyes are fixed on his cock as he crawls back onto the bed and over you, both his hands planted on the mattress either side of you.

“How well can you take my knot?”

Haechan really meant he wanted to test that whole ‘an omega is able to take an alpha’s knot during their own heat without much foreplay’ because he lines himself up before slamming himself inside of you, knocking all the air out of your lungs.

You gasp out, your whole body moving upwards at his action. It doesn’t hurt though, it actually feels quite the opposite, your slick makes it all the easier for Haechan to thrust his cock inside of you and you tug at the restraints around your wrist. Your thighs squeeze themselves around him and you wish you could wrap your arms around his neck.

Haechan’s got his face buried in your neck, grunting as he takes in your scent and with each thrust he’s pushing you up the bed. His knot teases your entrance, he’s not given you his full length yet. When he cums, he’ll think about it then. His teeth graze against your skin and you whine in your dishevelled and hot state.

Is he going to bite you?

Instead he licks over the skin he’s just teased with his teeth, pushing down the urge to claim you as he does with every other omega. Though, you aren’t just any other omega, you’d been in his apartment without being brought home by him and granted that you’d broken in but, same difference and you came to his home near the time of your heat as he was about to go into his own rut too. This couldn’t be a coincidence.

The moans you let out each time Haechan fills you to the brim with his length are obscene and loud. You can feel your second orgasm build up. Your head is millimetres away from the headboard with the shirt around your arms in between that and the top of your head. Haechan’s powerful thrusts have managed to push you up and you use your hands, in attempts to push yourself back down.

Haechan helps you, dragging you down by the hips as far as you would come and he pushes your legs against your chest, folding you in half almost as he pounds into you. His eyes flash with anger, you aren’t sure why and his jaw is clenched. Haechan’s own heavy breathing is fanning against your neck, accompanying your moans with each slam he delivers into you.

Your second orgasm is just as intense as your first. A wave of moans, groans and curses spill from your lips as you reach it, pulling excessively at the restraint around your wrists and you’re surprised you haven’t broken them with all this tugging as pulling.

Haechan empties himself inside of the condom, groaning swear words and biting his wounded lip. The way your insides are milking him feels too good and he just wants to stay inside of you. He manages to draw out a little blood from his lips and hopes it’ll heal by tomorrow morning but if it doesn’t, he’ll be spending the whole week in the comfort of his apartment so he doesn’t worry over it too much.

As he moves back, dropping your legs and letting you take a moment to enjoy the post orgasmic bliss, Haechan’s eyes wander over to the glass of whiskey on his bedside table when he discards the condom, it gives him an idea. Picking it up, he chugs down the remaining golden liquid and leaves the three ice cubes in his glass before scooping one out.

He places it onto your chest, watching you gasp and squirm at the coldness. He brings it across your chest in an ‘M’ formation before moving it down the middle of your chest and then over one of your nipples. His lips attached over your other one and you’re breathing heavily from the way his mouth feels. He swirls his tongue around the bud, presses it flat against it and any other tongue movement that comes to mind. When the ice cube melts, he takes another from the glass and switches sides, giving the same treatment to your other nipple. “Feels good, doesn’t it, little omega?”

You’re letting out the most whiniest cries and moans in response, too busy writhing under his body from the pleasure. You still haven’t fully recovered from your second orgasm and you can feel your third one build up as Haechan touches you.

When the second ice cube melts on your chest, Haechan moves lower with the whiskey glass from the bedside table and takes the last ice cube, tracing it across your lower abdomen. Then lower, drawing various shapes on your inner thigh. Your chest is rising and falling at a quick rate, and you can’t keep your legs still.

“Alpha.” You whine again, shaking your head. This is the second time this night you’re whining that but this time it’s different. He isn’t holding a knife against your throat but instead, he’s settled in between your legs with an ice cube in his hand and is rubbing it over the sensitive areas on your thigh. “It’s cold.”

“It’s gonna be cold, it's ice.” He responds to your whine instantly, dropping the tiny cube of ice back in his glass and then setting it to one side. “Silly, little omega.” He says in a teasing tone as he towers over you once again and his hands come up to yours, intertwining with yours. “My silly, little omega.” He fiddles with the straps of the fabric around your wrists, removing them before pushing off your top and instructing you to turn over so that you are on all fours.

You’re surprised by his animalistic stamina and you think about how many rounds he could go for before he can’t, as he lines you up.

“You want more, little omega?” He groans, rubbing the tip of his cock up and down your lips. Alpha’s in a rut could cum an awful lot, Haechan knows that. His instincts want him to breed an omega but the use of a condom prevents that. He isn’t ready for that.

You moan, of course you do. That’s what omegas are supposed to do after all.

“Yes?” He’s still teasing your entrance.

Stupid alpha. He said he was going to give you his knot but still hadn’t. What alpha does that?

He lands a slap on your ass, making you yelp in surprise at the sudden action.

“Yea-yeah.”

“Good girl.” Haechan grabs the back of your neck, pushing it down into the bed as he slides himself in with ease. He’s rough with his thrusts, after all you could take it and he’d prepared you enough already. Now you were ready to take his knot. His other hand, not around your neck, comes around to draw circles on your clit and he enjoys the way you suddenly begin to clench around his dick.

Your hands are buried into his bedsheets, tugging as he rams into you at a quick speed. Your mouth hangs open, drooling onto his sheets and you let out various moans, whines, gasps as he hits all the right places. Your nipples brush against the fabric of his sheets too and it feels good. You squeeze your eyes closed as you feel a familiar hot feeling build up inside of you.

Haechan can tell how you’re getting closer to your third orgasm as you grip his bedsheets, your knuckles bulging out as you pull the fabric. Soon, you aren’t able to hold yourself up, going limp against the mattress as you repeat the alpha’s name and Haechan follows your body, not showing any hint of mercy as you cry out.

His knot feels huge and you understand why he hadn’t given it to you earlier. You're convulsing around him, breathing hard, there’s tears in your eyes because it just feels that good, your thighs are trembling uncontrollably and Haechan is enjoying every single bit of it.

He stays inside you for a moment after the both of you have come, trying to catch your breaths as you lay against one another. He has a hand resting on your hip and it feels warm, the good kind of warmth. It is usual for alphas to do that, to make sure their omega doesn’t let any cum fall out or perhaps out of affection but you aren’t his omega. Though, you don’t complain.

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

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[snow storm] nct johnny

warnings: couch sex, drinking, jerking, overstimulation

words: 1983

Johnny and you were in the middle of the second movie of your weekly movie night when both got a notification about the current storm snow. "Avoiding going outside is highly recommend"

— Well, I guess you're trapped here. — You said, pausing the movie and looking at Johnny.

— Oh no, so unfortunate. — You laughed at his sarcastic tone. — Are any of the pajamas I've left clean?

— Yes, all of them actually. You have plenty to choose from. — Johnny nodded and played the movie back.

After the movie ended, you went to the bathroom while Johnny cleaned.

The moment you walked out of the bathroom, all the lights turned off.

— Perfect, I was ready for the next movie. — You whined, walking to the living room using the flashlight of your phone to guide you.

You threw yourself to the couch and heard Johnny getting closer. — Do you have candles?

— Just the ones we used for your birthday. — You looked at him, he shrugged his shoulders and sat down on the floor in front of you.

— It's really early too. — He said, checking the hour on his phone. — We should save the battery of our phones just in case. There's no signal or wifi anyways. — You said, threshing your phone to the little table in front of Johnny.

He imitated you and laid back on the couch. — Now what?

— Do you want to get drunk? I have tequila, vodka and rum. — Johnny laughed and nodded.

After a few rounds of shots, Johnny suggested to play through or dare, but since you were getting drunk pretty fast, it became only asking nasty questions.

— God, did she really call you "daddy"? — You laughed, taking another shot of rum.

— And kept doing it after I told her to stop. I've never had my dick softening that fast before. — It was his turn to have a drink of vodka before asking. — What about you? What was your worst time having sex?

You tried to remember. — Oh, when this guy I met at a party kept moaning his ex's name. — You left the glass shot on the table. — I ignored it at first, he was really good, but I got tired and told him to fuck his ex if he missed her that much.

— What an asshole. — Johnny got up off the floor and moved your legs so he could finally sit down beside you. But you stretched them again over his.

— Ok, time to talk about our bestest.

— Oh you know her, actually. My last fuck buddy.

— But there has to be this one time you really loved.

— Are you sure you want me to describe it?

— I'm going to do the same, anyways.

— Fine… Don't laugh, but there's this time we were so desperate to fuck that we did it in my car. — You bit your lip while looking at Johnny. — You?

— Remember the guy I told you that sent me a dick pic once? — Johnny nodded. — I actually answered after a week.

— Wait, you sent nudes?

— Just with him. Then I invited him over and…

— Oh god, don't tell me you fucked on this couch.

— That one. — You pointed at the armchair at the corner of the room that you never use.

— Was it comfortable?

— Very. We did it multiple times.

Johnny stayed silent while looking at the armchair for a minute before talking. — I dare you to show me your favorite position.

You arched a brow, still pretty drunk. Johnny and you always teased each other, and even made out once, but you never took it further even when, at least, you wanted to.

— Fine, but you can't touch me.

Johnny pushed your legs and went to the armchair, sitting on it and waited for you. He looked different than the other guy, of course he was bigger and barely could have his legs spread.

You walked to him and turned around, sitting over his crotch. He took a deep breath and clenched the fabric of the armchair.

You laid back until your back was against his chest and turned your face, feeling his heart beat like crazy. — Your turn. — You whispered.

— You have to turn around for that. — Johnny whispered back, finally being able to touch you.

You straddled him and placed your hands on his shoulders, but he put them on the back of the armchair. — This way you can help yourself bounce on my cock. — He stroked the exposed skin and lifted the fabric of your pajama shorts, making you sigh. — And there's another one, you want me to show you?

You nodded and let him push you to the side, telling you to stay in that position. He placed himself behind you, rubbing his dick on your butt.

You pushed yourself back, meeting his hips. He grabbed your hips and started to slowly hump you.

— Now you see why I like it? — Johnny asked, fastening his pace.

You moaned and nodded, grabbing one of your boobs over your shirt and squeezed it.

Johnny couldn't control himself anymore and pulled your shorts down, leaving you with your underwear. You turned your face when you felt his hands leave you and found him pulling his jeans down.

He humped you harder this time, making sure to brush his cock over your cunt. You met his hips midway and moaned, loving how good he was making you feel.

No words were exchanged, not even after you two cummed. He held you against him, preventing you to fall.

He finally let you go and went back to the couch, and before he could pull his jeans up, you straddled him again.

— I don't think I'm drunk enough. — Johnny said. His gaze followed you, watching you pour a shot of tequila for each.

— We weren't drunk the last time we made out. — You said, chugging the shot and waiting for him to do the same.

— Are we going to make out? — He took the shot and hugged with one arm so he could let the shot on the table without dropping you.

You hugged him from his shoulders and whined when his dick twitched under you. Both still only with your underwear.

— We can always blame the alcohol in case something else happens. — You whispered while playing with the hem of his shirt.

— And what else can happen here? Because not even 5 minutes ago I cummed in my boxers by just humping you, I would be more than pleased if we do it again.

— Only humping?

— Unless you have a condom I can use. — You cursed under your breath, you didn't remember.

You got up and ran to your room, Johnny laughed and patiently waited. You looked so excited when you ran back to him with three condoms in your hand.

— Are these enough? — You got back to your place and put the condoms beside his legs.

— We'll see… — Johnny pulled you and kissed you hard, immediately attacking your mouth with his tongue.

Your hips started to hump his cock again, causing both of you to curse over each other's mouths. You felt wet again and sucked on Johnny's lower lip before humping him faster.

But Johnny couldn't wait any longer, he ripped one of the condoms and pushed you to finally free his cock, the tip was red and glistening with precum. You loved the way the condom rolled down his long cock, aching for him to be inside you. You hovered over him and moved your panties to the side.

Johnny guided the tip to your entrance and let you sink down at your own pace.

He was long and a little bit thick. You moaned when he bottomed you out. His hand traveled to your neck and kissed you.

— Wait… — You said when he tried to thrust into you. It was a little bit too much for you.

Johnny tried again, this time slowly.

But peace didn't rule for long, when you finally got used to his size, you were jumping on him, obsessing over his cock fucking you deep.

You took off your shirt and let Johnny play with your tits, his shirt also flying away. You were only in your underwear and he still had his boxers and jeans on, but none of you seemed to care.

You felt your thighs cramp, and suddenly stopped. Johnny put you down on the couch and fully undressed, but left your underwear on. He went back into you and showed nor mercy, his hips started to ram against you, making you moan really loud.

Your finger dug deep in his arms beside your head, you weren't in control over your body anymore, it was him and just him.

But Johnny's sanity wasn't any better than yours; his sight was blurry, his mouth was dry, he was going to cum at any second. And so did you.

Your fingers were toying with your clit, prolonging your orgasm and waiting for him to fill the condom.

Johnny pulled out and removed the condom, tying it and placing it over a napkin. He sat down and pulled you with him, making you straddle him again.

Your eyes went immediately to his cock. — Are you still drunk? — You asked, your eyes not leaving his dick.

— After that, I doubt it.

— We didn't do my favorite position. — You said, stroking him.

Johnny hissed, still sensitive. — Right, how selfish of me. — With his head laid back, he let you spit on your hand to help you jerking him.

You were able to feel how he was getting harder and harder with your help. He then removed your hand and jerked himself, you gave him another condom and waited for him to put it on.

Once he was ready, you turned around and helped him line himself, and you wished you would've gone slower, cause you practically sank down, whimpering.

— Shit… — Johnny cursed when you tighten around him.

You laid your back against his chest, sighing with the new angle. Johnny pulled your legs and positioned them on the couch.

You were so done.

Before you could fully hold yourself, his hips rammed up against your cunt, earning the loudest moans you’ve ever made.

His lips were on your neck, not long after he started to leave marks. His fingers were pinching your nipples and you were a moaning sweaty mess.

The fast pace he had made his dick slipped out of you, making you whine. He re-inserted himself and continued to abuse your poor hole.

— You feel so good, John… — Your fingers went to your clit, but he pushed away.

— Let me do it.

It was overwhelming; his balls hitting with every thrust, one hand on your nipples and the other on your clit.

— Johnny… — You couldn't properly finish the sentence, he was all over you and you loved it.

— Are you going to cum?

You just nodded, reaching your hand to his hair and pulled it, scratching his neck in the process.

Johnny didn’t give you time to recover when you finally cum, and you tried to pull yourself away from him, but his strong arms around you stopped you.

— It’s too much. — You whined, digging your nails on the skin of his arm.

— Give me another one, love.

You shook your head, you were practically crying. But your body just gave up. It started to feel too hot for your liking, being in your own body burned like shit.

When Johnny finally stopped, you felt his fingers cleaning the tears from your cheeks.

— Are you ok? — You heard his voice too far, like an echo.

— That was so good. — You earned a chuckle from him.

— Go get cleaned up, I’ll take care of the couch.

It was when it hit you. His thighs, and yours too, were too sticky. And not to mention the state of the poor couch.

— God… We should do this more often, don’t you think?

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jaehyunsbreadbasket · 2 years

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Do you ever just wanna suck Mark's di- nvm...

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strayscenes · 2 years

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3 orgasms (minimum) and a sore pussy later, I present what was in my drafts as “free use with taeil, laying in bed, no panty, on phone, dick o clock”

NSFW free use, dollification?

Waking up on a lazy day to Taeil using your pussy/ass to get off. Only after he’s cum does he kiss you on the forehead and tell you good morning, leaving you without release.

The whole day is spent as you two discussed prior, you two going about your business unless he wants to get off. It’s only so hard to resist you when you’re grabbing some water, nothing on except a very large shirt. It would be a shame for him to not bend his favorite doll over the counter and rub up on it until he comes again.

What can he say? He has a high libido. So if he fucks you on the couch, table, and desk that is just because he knows you consent. You’ll easily let him release over you over and over again. Even when you’re choking back whines knowing if you don’t cum when he’s fucking you then you don’t cum. That’s not your purpose. Your purpose is to suck him off while he watches TV or games.

When you lay in bed for a nap, he won’t complain and wake you. He’ll just open your legs and take you like that. And unless one of you taps out, he can do so. You don’t.

When you two are laying in bed for the night, talking over the day/scene, he jokes that he went a little too much and his dick will be out of commission for a few days. You reassure him with a kiss on the nose and snuggle into his warm chest. He can have his rest, because when it’s time for your turn it will be so much worse.

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andysorbit · 2 months

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minors, fuck off.

pairing: boyfriend!Jaehyun x fem!reader

genres: smut, light fluff

warnings: breeding kink, spit kink, riding, dirty talk, unprotected sex, overstimulation

summary: Jaehyun fucking you into his mattress while he's torn between giving into the breeding kink you both have. did he say he'd pull out because he didn't have time to put a condom on? yes. did you agree while silently hoping that he'd lose himself in it and forget to pull out? of course you did and now you're begging the universe to gift this to you.

author's note: hi I chose violence!! yes this was accidentally posted like 5 days ago when it was a mere 20 sentences at best and I accidentally deleted my progress a bunch of times. I was gonna just scrap it but... idk this one wouldn't leave me alone and I had to finish it. it started off as a drabble and snowballed into this. also it's not proofread. @calibabii21 told me about Will Downings cover of I Can't Help It by Michael Jackson and that's how this ended up getting done

feedback is always appreciated

♡

you're too shy to tell him that but oh God do you pray that it happens. you squeal wildly, so excited to feel his thick cock stretching your walls mercilessly and making you tremble shamelessly. the lewd squelching sound of his cock driving deep into you doesn't make it any easier for him to fight off the need to soak your walls with his cum. he furrows his brow and sucks in a strangled breath through his gritted teeth.

"gonna fucking cum, baby. you feel so fucking good taking my dick baby girl. keep taking it, baby. keep taking it just like that. you have no fucking idea how bad i wanna give you every drop of my cum, baby- tell me where you want it and I'll give it to you. tell where you fucking want it, baby. fucking tell me," he groans frantically. his sweaty skin is flushed pink and you gasp when he kisses you again; pushing his hair away from his sweaty forehead. he's throwing the line out and you're definitely gonna take it. maybe you'll both regret it but right now, you don't really care and he'd look cute holding a baby.

"don't pull out, Jae. please, please, please... oh my God, Jae, please," You babble out; eyes watering as you clench around him. he picks up his already frantic pace and slams into you as hard as he can; voice raising in pitch and eyes searching yours for any signs of the apprehension that he fucked out of you much earlier on.

he chuckles, "I wasn't gonna pull out... you know that. gonna give you what you deserve, right, baby? been such a- fuck... such a fuck... such a good fucking girl. you deserve this. my girl deserves a reward, yeah?" he pants as his lips catch yours.

"yes, daddy," You whimper. the words barely leave your mouth before he's pulling out of you and making his way to the head of the bed; leaving you empty and very disappointed, you sit up to follow him with your eyes. he's already seated with his back against the headboard and he grabs your arm, "get your ass over here" he orders you as he pulls you into his lap. he wastes no time filling you up again but this time, he's still for a moment.

"m- my legs, Jae. I can't... please, s'too much," You sob. your hands come up to push his hair back again and he shakes his head slowly; a soft but devilish smile, "I got you, mama but..." he hums against your lips, "You sure you're okay with this? not scared of me getting you pregnant?" he asks. you shake your head, "not scared... want it, daddy... want it so bad."

he kisses you again, "m'not gonna hold back, baby. you sure?"

"please... please, I can handle it," You reply as you steady yourself by holding onto his shoulders. he nods, hands grabbing your hips for better leverage, "hold on tight," he whispers before fucking up into you with that same merciless pace he had moments earlier. you lurch forward and your forehead collides with his. you both laugh and he stops to look at you, "fuck, baby I'm sorry," he says sheepishly. he winces and kisses your forehead, "You're gonna have to really hold onto me, princess. hold onto daddy nice and tight, okay?"

you nod and he goes right back to it; giving your gushing pussy every ounce of determination and yearning that he has left. he gets louder as his orgasm storms closer and closer, "So fucking close, y/n. gonna drain my fucking balls inside you, baby. you want that?" he strains through gritted teeth and you know he's holding out as best as he can because nothing quite does it for Jaehyun the way your pleas do. for your boyfriend, to hear you beg, grovel, moan, and sob is to live and he loves it almost as much as he loves you. craves it almost as much as he craves your embrace at the end of a day. covets it with the same ferocity that he holds for your body. to say he's yours would be an understatement.

"please jae... baby please I... fuck. I need it! I need it so fucking bad!" You squeak and he sobs, softly and desperately as his hips grow sloppy. finally, he cums with deep sobs and closed eyes. his head falls back and he gasps in air but he doesn't stop fucking into you. he couldn't even if he wanted to.

"can't- stop- I- tell me... if... fuck, baby... tell me if it's too much. need you to tell me," he whines. you take his face in your hands and kiss him as hard as you can, "not gonna stop you, Jae. do your worst," you say as you breathe in his strangled breaths. his head falls back again and he continues sobbing as he fucks you. he's so overstimulated that a tear rolls down his cheek but he keeps going. he keeps fucking you and grabbing at your hips. he cums again, this time with a choked whine and he squeezes your hips so hard that you know you'll be feeling it long after this all ends.

you find a sliver of strength when Jaehyun's brain scrambled ramblings overtake his clarity and you ride him like your life depends on it. your nails scratch down his chest and he winces, "fuck, baby. give it to daddy... give it... baby, yesyesyesyes- don't you fucking stop"

when Jaehyun's head falls back, you grab his face and pull his head back up, "look at me daddy. watch me ride you," You pant, "Come on... open your eyes and watch me"

you run a thumb over his quivering lips and softly pry his mouth open; dipping down, you lick his lips and his tongue laps at yours hungrily. it's a sloppy kiss, nothing but teeth, tongues, and so much spit that it's almost obscene. "fucking love tasting you," he breathes and with that, you hold his mouth open, "taste me all you want, daddy," you purr and spit on his tongue.

Jaehyun's eyes fly open and he stares at you in wonder and hysteria as he swallows, "You're trying to... you wanna fuckin'... kill me. You're trying to kill me... oh fuck baby. I- I- fuck!"

"I love you too much to kill you, daddy. love you and and your goegeous fucking cock," You chuckle and spit on his tongue again before kissing him sloppily. you bounce a little harder and his fingers squeeze your hips deliciously.

"fucking ride that dick baby. oh my G- fuck, baby. fucking ride that dick baby. that's my girl... yeah that's... that's daddy's good little girl," he groans hungrily. he's close again and the flush on his cheeks deepens as your sweaty bodies writhe against each other, "Gonna cum again, daddy? fill my pussy up again. wanna be pregnant so fucking bad, daddy. fill this pussy" You mew needily. "gonna soak that pussy baby... yeah... just- oh fuck baby. whose pussy is this? this is daddy's pussy?" he hums and his voice is so broken.

"yours daddy. s'all yours... give it to me... come on," you beg. jaehyun's eyes roll back and he cums so hard that his entire body convulses violently before slowly coming to a stop. you slump against his damp and trembling body, weakly taking in his shaky breaths and closing your eyes to focus on the hammering of his pulse beneath his sweaty skin, the labored breaths he pulls into his exhausted lungs, and the involuntary tremors that plague his body.

"did... did you try to... dude did you try to kill me? like... what the fuck was that? and why did you spit in my mouth and why did I like that shit? and I- dude did you just try to fucking kill me? be so for real- you want me dead because what the actual fuck was that?" he rambles before falling into a soft fit of laughter.

"I dunno," You say with a soft shrug, "You just... did something to me..." Jaehyun's hands finally come off of your hips and he circles his arms around your waist. he turns his face to nuzzle against your neck and his lips leave slow, barely-there kisses across your heated skin; your own face dipping down to press kisses against his sweaty hairline. it's times like this when you wish you could leave your own body for a little while just to see what you both look like from a different perspective. how pretty and in love you both look as you glow in this post-sex reverie.

"I kinda... this probably sounds stupid but sometimes... when we're fucking I wonder what we'd look like from a different point of view... like if my soul just floated out of my body so I could hover over us and look down... I wish I could do that when we do stuff like this too... I bet we look hot as fuck," he mumbles. his pulse no longer sits just beneath his skin and his once hot and sweaty skin is now cool and sticky. you smile, "I was thinking the same thing baby you're not crazy," You chuckle softly as you shift a little. Jaehyun gasps, "fuck baby don't move yet shit..." he moans. you didn't think he'd still be so sensitive for so long but it makes you smile.

"You're lucky my legs are sore because I'd try to get another one out of you," You sigh teasingly. Jaehyun laughs before pulling you away just far enough to hold your gaze, "you want me to blow another load in you? huh pretty princess? you wanna have my babies?" his voice lowers and you feel your stomach flutter. he knows you'd take all of him again if he decided that he wanted to have his way with you however many more times he chose.

you kiss him and he smiles at you with a gentle and a very satisfied smile. you smile too knowing that you're both at peace with whatever the universe gives you for sharing this moment.

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jaylaxies · 5 months

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GLOSSY LIPS | NJM

pairing: fwb!jaemin × fem!reader

wc: 1002 words

cw: smut, public sex, cunnilingus, fingering.

warning: 18+ content, minors dni

a/n: i dreamt about jaemin being a sucker for pussy and decided to share it with the world :3

Jaemin isn’t the one to think about decorum when it comes to you, especially when he’s got some sort of odd fixation of having the urge to eat you out each time you go out (you keep his lips glossy and moisturized; is what he says), whether it is a lunch date with your friends or a random outing with Jaemin, he’s gonna make sure to do one thing—eat you out, no matter what.

It was to no one’s shock that you forbade from taking your panties off, especially when you were in public as you were still traumatized by that one incident where you had almost flashed Jeno, simply because Jaemin couldn’t stop himself from stuffing your panties in his pocket after eating you out in the bathroom, which you were glad was clean.

So, it shouldn’t have been a surprise to Jaemin when you gave him the look which was a clear warning as to tell him to not pull any of his stunts this time, but he only smiled the softest of his smiles, the kind that anyone would mistake as the smile of an angel, which is not the case with you as you clearly know about the sin he’s about to commit.

It’s your monthly dinner date with your friend group tonight, the extravagant restaurant only makes it even more special than the usual ones. Hyuck is busy talking to Mark, while Renjun is explaining some theory of his to Jeno and Chenle. Jisung is busy eating, while Karina and Ningning are busy discussing the latest gossip.

Jaemin couldn’t have been more happy that the tables were fully covered with the table cloth, meaning: if he were to go in to play with you a little, then nobody else would be able to spot him inside. It was almost comical the way he crouched down, thankful that he was sat at the corner, which helped him not garner anyone’s attention. You gulped as you saw him grabbing the cloth, holding it up for him to get enough space as he got under the table, careful to maintain the distance with anyone who’s not you, crawling close to your knees with a sinister smirk on his face. You gasped then second his hands separated your legs, and you cursed yourself for wearing a dress tonight.

Jaemin knew he wasn’t allowed to take off your panties, you had made that very clear beforehand, so he simply settled down between your thighs and got closer, his glossed up lips brushing against your inner thigh, leaving a soft kiss right on the same spot, followed by many more as he peppered open mouthed kisses all over, but not where you needed him the most.

“Where did Jaemin go?” Mark asked two minutes after the disappearance of Jaemin, unaware of the activity that was taking place under the table, “oh—he went to the washroom,” you managed to speak up with a shaky tone and he nodded in understanding, “ah—I didn’t even notice him leaving,” he laughed and you laughed back, stopping the second you felt Jaemin’s tongue on your lace panties, right on your clit.

You didn’t allow him to take the panties off, but you sure as hell didn’t say anything about him doing stuff to you while you were wearing them.

You bit on your food a little too hard as he pressed his lips against your clothed cunt, the lace allowing his spit to penetrate easily, causing the fabric to be wet instantly. He tried not to groan with how good you tasted as he pressed his tongue harder, lapping up the taste of you as much as he could, his warm breath fanning your cunt as he pushed the fabric of your panties aside, giving your wet pussy a sloppy kiss, caressing it with his fingers.

He didn’t care about being caught, the thought only made him harder. Jaemin had always been a bit of a freak, and he happily embraced the title, immersing himself as he attached his mouth to your clit, sucking on it as his fingers prodded your entrance, rubbing circles on your slit before pushing two digits in, curling his fingers inside to give you the most unadulterated pleasure he could while still lapping at your juices, almost as if he was drunk in your essence.

Your orgasm was so close as you spread your legs wider to give him more space, his strong arms holding your legs open as they started shaking, and you tried your best to keep up with the conversation happening around the table.

Jaemin was enthusiastic. If someone were to ask him to note down his favourite activities to do, then your name would be on top of that list, and it showed with how eagerly he pressed his face to your cunt, making you see white as you almost toppled over with how good it felt as you reached your high, granting Jaemin with the utmost pleasure of tasting how good he made you feel.

He’d pull the panties back to their place, leaving you all wet as he’d smile at your shaking legs, his eyes almost dazed as he wiped his chin, but not his lips.

He wanted to have the taste of you on his lips, the glossy appearance only made it look as if Jaemin had put on too much lip balm—which was a normal thing for him.

He made sure to be discreet as he got out and sat down on the chair again, successful as no one caught him, his smile only widening when you looked his way, your lip a little swollen with how hard you bit it to conceal your moans.

“Ay dude! When did you come back? Where did you disappear to?” Mark asked, wondering if he was that oblivious to miss Jaemin twice, but he only smirked, licking his bottom lip as he spoke up, maintaining eye contact with you.

“Just went out to get my lip balm.”

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karinasbaby · 5 months

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KITTEN LICKS ! — 𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐉𝐄𝐍𝐎

— “if they catch us, then we’ll give them a show.”

PAIRING. lee jeno x fem!reader (+17)

WARNINGS. very short fic, pussy drunk jeno ! (slightly), oral (f), jeno is a tease like a tiny bit, fingering, squirting, pet names (doll/baby/kitten), bathroom sex? might make a pt.2 ngl

WORD COUNT. 1.5k

SYNOPSIS. your boyfriend, jeno. has an insatiable hunger towards you, so what happens when you’re in the worst scenario for him to be so needy towards you?

— A, NOTE. posting this as a filler if u couldn’t tell, (still working on the jaeyun soulmate fic i promise) (pls read the second a,note at the end !), thank you so so much for 700+ followers my loves :] <3

♡ — lee jeno came with loads of surprises nothing could have prepared you for, though you weren’t complaining about any of them,

for instance his clinginess and absolute adoration towards you were factors you had already gotten used to by your second week, his love language being physical touch was appreciated kindly by you, along with his acts of service that never failed to make your heart soar, you had also learned how to keep up with his stamina a few months into your relationship,

however something that you still can’t fully wrap your head around nor get used to— was his horrible self control, and absolute obsession with you, your body.

during days where he would come back from practice exhausted, possibly angry because of his minor mistakes, he would have lots of steam to blow off and what better way to lift his spirits up then spending the whole night making love to you?

there were also other days where unfortunately you would have to deal with an angry (needy) jeno, in broad daylight— adamant on following his same routine of you helping him which leads you into this situation-

“jeno, no! we’ll get caught-.” you started off, hands weakly pushing him away as you tried your hardest to not have your knees buckle whilst jeno was busy messily kissing your neck, moving you inside of the small bathroom connected to their practice room,

“if they catch us, then we’ll give them a show.” he breathed heavily against you, skin already warm and dripping with sweat from his intense choreography, before you could utter another protest his lips connected to yours, knocking your breath out as he moved against your mouth roughly, sloppily sucking on your tongue allowing the drool to trickle down the side of his mouth along with yours,

jeno’s hands were fondling your body, his gentle hold as he held your waist contrasted his rough hands, your teeth’s clashing as jeno easily lifted your body, grip tight on your thighs while he carefully placed you atop the sink,

he broke off the kiss, both of your heavy breaths mixing when he rested his forehead against yours, fingers delicately caressing your thighs that were exposed from your skirt riding up, the sight of jeno’s swollen, red lips glistening with your mixed saliva, pupils dilated and gazing deeply into your own with pure love was enough to have any sort of resolve you had disappear,

wordlessly, jeno dips down, tenderly placing your legs on his shoulders as he came face to face with your clothed cunt, eyes gazing at the sight of your soaked panties, with gritted teeth he quickly teared off the panties making your eyes widen, within a fraction of a second jeno’s mouth was latched onto your soaking folds, his jaw going slack as he licked, sucked and kissed all so noisily,

the wet squelches of your cunt already reached your ears, you were embarrassingly wet as jeno lapped up all your sweet nectar, your familiar flavour grazing his tongue had his eyes rolling to the back of his skull while he got drunk on your taste in mere seconds,

you trying your absolute hardest to silence your moans, your body shaking with fear at the thought of being caught— any member could walk in on you both at any second, yet the pleasure that jeno’s tongue was providing you while he was lapping at your slit was blinding,

jeno’s hands were pulling your legs apart, paying attention to every jerk and tremble of your body that was caused by his mouth against your soaked cunt, the feeling of your legs trying so hard to close while your arms were pushing him away faintly only excited him even more.

small whimpers and begs of his name in fear of being caught— along with praises of how well he was doing had jeno’s head reeling,

there might be only a door separating the godly view that blessed his eyesight from the other members, and the door might be pretty thin since it is their dance practice room door, but was that excuse enough to stop jeno from having you moan out his name loudly enough for all the others to hear while he had your slick dripping down from his wrist to the floor? absolutely not.

attempting your best to not look down at him, to not have the sight of jeno’s muscular and veiny hands wrapping around your thighs to open them get imprinted into the back of your eyelids, to not lower your gaze to have the image of jeno’s piercing eyes glaring at you while his mouth was busy sucking on your swollen red clit, not to witness the way that jeno’s entire hand was dripping with your slick, you felt humiliated and embarrassed at the way you couldn’t control how your body was reacting to his tongue, how heat waves were practically radiating off of your body at this point.

what were the odds of the members not entering the small bathroom right now? the door wasn’t even locked. they probably realised what was going on judging by their utter silence, haechan was no longer singing and jisung was no longer bickering with chenle, the eerie silence worried you before your mewls resonated off of the walls of the small room while your back arched against the sink as jeno continued to lick up your slit till he reached your clit, circled around it a few times before going downwards and slowly pushing its hardened tip against your sopping hole.

this agonising routine of kitten licks was making you completely lose your mind, jeno was eating out your cunt so sloppily which had your climax approaching you so slowly yet intensely, and at the feeling of your walls tightening around his tongue jeno decided to go even slower.

the urge to push him off was showered down by your own whimpers as jeno finally decided to push his index finger inside of your hole, your breath hitching almost instantly at the feeling of his long, thick finger sliding inside of you in a steady pace,

“god, if you could see the way my finger’s being sucked in by your cunt, doll.” jeno said in amusement as he was fascinated by the way his fingers entering you only made even more glistening slick to pour out, your wet sounds completely filling the small bathroom while you only moaned quietly, breathing heavily at his words and too lost in the pleasure caused by only one of his fingers.

jeno chuckled at the sight of your closed eyes relishing in the pleasure, the way your mouth was agape as one of your hands trailed upwards to grope your breast, exciting your body even more, he almost felt bad at what he was about to do next, almost.

jeno took out his finger, teasing you. stopping his movements altogether, he enjoyed the whines leaving you at the loss of his touch, sweet, needy calls of his name falling onto his ear melodiously, he smirked while looking up at you, the dazed look on your face only made his pants feel even more suffocating.

“what? didn’t you cum already? i can’t tell from the way you’re gushing around me, baby” jeno mocked playfully before bringing up his hand to your face to let you see how his hand was soaked, shining in your nectar, jeno loved the way your cheeks reddened in embarrassment, more whines escaping you at the sight.

“come on kitten, i want them all clean.” jeno whispered quietly before swiftly shoving his fingers inside of your mouth, your eyes rolled back at the sudden intrusion, his eyes never looked away from your face, gaze taking in the view of tears aligning your waterline whilst your tongue licked around his soaked fingers, your own taste bursting on your tongue,

you gasped loudly the moment that you felt jeno’s other hand enter you quickly, almost immediately brushing against your sweet spot which made you grip the sink tightly, your knuckles turning white while he rubbed the pad of his finger along the spongy spot inside of you.

“so easy to find… so easy to please,” jeno whispered in your ear whilst he buried his face in the crook of your neck, your legs at this point were thoroughly numb from being held open for so long, jeno’s fingers rested on your tongue, the sweet and salty taste coating his digits sat on your muscle as his thumb gently caressed your lower lip,

your head was tilted back, leaning against the mirror as you fervently moaned, he continued thrusting, jeno’s fingers were only reaching deeper inside of you as you felt the knot in your lower stomach only tighten and tighten at the feeling of him massaging your walls,

“fuck- jeno i’m gonna-“ you whimpered lowly in his ear, your legs fully trembling around his waist as jeno only increased the pace of his fingers, the intense pressure felt immensely different from your usual orgasms yet you couldn’t hinder it, before you could say anything else jeno pulled out his fingers and replaced them with his tongue, his movements were done in a split second you weren’t able to process the sudden change, hands instinctively lowering to hold onto his hair to stabilise your shaking body atop the sink, completely losing focus on all your senses except the feeling of pure euphoria rushing in your veins, the pleasurable shocks running against your spine as you finally reached your climax, squirting all over jeno’s tongue,

jeno gasped quietly before quickly licking and sucking everywhere, he kissed your clit, your soaked folds, your inner thighs— groaning at the taste of you against his mouth, god he wasn’t expecting this but he absolutely loved it.

he loved the feeling of your fingers gripping his hair tightly as he worked on sucking your clit, overstimulating you even more resulting in you moaning even louder, broken mewls of his name rang in the bathroom while jeno continued to lick along your swollen, overstimulated cunt, your eyes rolling back when jeno only began to pull you closer against his mouth, an iron grip around your thighs which rendered your immobile, the tears by your waterline had fallen free, pants of jeno’s name followed by his own grunts and heavy breathing being the only sounds reaching your ears,

and with a final kiss to your clit— “that was so fucking hot, doll” jeno said breathlessly before getting up and facing you, taking in your state of tiredness, face flushed with your hair messy, eyes red and shining staring up at him with pure love making his heart beat rapidly in his chest, he chuckled before continuing.

“i’m gonna make you drip like that on my tongue everyday from now on, baby.” he said while laughing before cradling your small, tired figure in his arms tightly, swiftly grabbing a few tissues to help you clean up, gently kissing each and every part of your skin as your body slumped against his, exhaustion taking over you entirely while jeno held your close towards him, cooing softly as he whispered sweet words into your ear,

and right before you could surrender completely to slumber in jeno’s comforting hold, the pissed voice of jaemin rung in the bathroom as he knocked, “are you both done?”

— A,NOTE. (pt2) this was posted as a filler as i haven’t been able to finish jaeyun’s soulmate fic but i’m still working on it ! & i promise to post it soon as i finish, really sorry for the delay that happened :(

the jaeyun soulmate fic & the heeseung birthday oneshot r works that im still working on so pls bear with me ! i promise they’ll be posted as soon as i finish them <3

+ this was proofread (and really rushed) but might not be 100% accurate, if there are any typos or incorrect sentences pls let me know !! <3

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jhdyuiee · 1 month

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Mirrors

-‘๑’- pairing: HUSBAND!jaehyun x WIFE!y/n

-‘๑’- warnings/tags: smut!, dirty talk, pet names (baby, good girl, wife, beautiful), unprotected sex, finger-fucking, squirting, spanking, heavy making out/kissing, breast play, cursing, multiple orgams, riding

-‘๑’- w.c: 1.6k

-‘๑’- a.n: hii!! i’m sorry for being MIA for the last month, school has been rlly overwhelming with midterms & testing but i’m on break rn which means ill be back to uploading! look foward to all the content i’ll be releasing starting with this one!! i love u all & thank you for waiting. i’m truly sorry 🤍

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The hard crash of his lips on mine as the faint sound of the door slamming shut rung in my ears.

“Naked and on the bed,” he said as he pulled his lips away, his voice so deep.

Without a second thought, I went into the room and rid myself of every piece of clothing I had on. The cool air brushed against my wet aching core and hard nipples. Jaehyun walked in moments later, his hard cock leaking with precum. I wanted nothing more but to get a taste of it in my mouth, and fuck me til’ I forgot who I was.

Only he could do that.

His fingers grabbed my chin, lifting my head so I could look at him, eye-to-eye.

“Open your mouth,” he whispered, and so I did; slipping in two fingers into my mouth. “Suck.”

I sucked on his fingers, while he looked at me in a taunting way. His face saying, What a slut. I swirled my tongue and sucked on his fingers. ‘Is it weird how I find this oddly hot?’

Soon I was put in a haze, Jaehyun must’ve noticed it since he took his fingers out and managed to position me on top of him.

“You shouldn’t be thinking about anything else besides me,” he said, pinching one of my nipples roughly. I unconsciously grinded against him, his hard cock resting against my ass.

“S-sorry-“ I muttered, before he picked me up and sat in front of the mirror that stood in the corner of the room. I was positioned with my back resting against his chest, and his hands opening up my legs. I watched through the mirror all his movements and the way my cunt drooled.

“So wet for me,” he taunted, as he ghosted his hand around my cunt. Before I was able to mutter a sentence, a word, he slapped my cunt. I omitted a low yell, earning me another slap. “Oh! Fuck. J-Jae.” Slap. “Please ‘m nn-no.”

His hot breath warmed my ear, and he whispered, “No, you deserve a punishment after the show you put on at dinner.” His lips lingered for a while longer, then kissed down my neck. I felt like I was going to crumble any minute now, just by his harsh slaps and taunting words. I was so close, so fucking close, but then his slaps came to a hault.

“J-Jaehyun?” I questioned, turning my head back. His lust-filled eyes staring back at me.

He smirked, “Oh my pretty wife, you don’t get to cum yet.”

“Wha-What? I-“ He interrupted me halfway when his fingers intruded inside my cunt. No warning, Nothing. His two fingers going at an unmerciful pace, my stomach fluttered. The knot threatened to unleash any moment now.

“Pl-Pleas’ let me c-cum. I’m cl-close Jaehyun…”

His pace slowed, then halted again. He was torturing me. I couldn’t handle it. “No, no, no. Please Jae let me cum,” I begged him. I needed to release.

His hand grabbed my jaw, turning me to face him. “Apologize then,” his hazy voice said. “Apologize?” I questioned. “Yes, apologize for the show you put on earlier.”

The last hours came rushing back into my hazy mind. The incident at the restaurant. The incident in question was when I put on a dress—so short in his words—that it kept lifting up, nearly exposing my ass.

In truth, I wore it to piss him off, and because I might’ve felt a little needy for him today. However, I underestimated how many people would have their eyes on me, and the amount of fumes erupting from Jaehyun's head.

“S-Sorry… I’ll never do that again Jae.” His face didn’t change, “And?”

“And I’m only yours. I belong to you Jaehyun.”

He smirked, his lips finding mine. The kiss distracting me from his fingers that once again intruded inside my cunt, continuing their pace. His thumb playing with my clit, stroking, and circling it until it had me begging into our kiss. I wanted more.

“Please fuck me.” The words came out of my mouth, when I pulled away from the kiss.

Jaehyun didn’t say anything, he just lowered his head into my neck, sucking on my sweet spot as he continued relentlessly finger fucking me. I involuntarily clenched around his fingers, signaling him.

“It’s okay baby, let go all over my fingers beautiful.” Jaehyun's words were the tip of the iceberg, I came crashing down. Loud moans erupted from my lips, tears streamed from my eyes, and the faint touch of his lips against my shoulders.

“I always love it when you squirt,” he whispered. When my eyes finally fluttered open, I witnessed what he meant by that. I squirted all over his arm, the mirror, and the floor. The scene in front of us; a mess.

He brought his hand that was inside me to his mouth, licking himself clean of all my juices. He let out a satisfied groan. When he finished, he picked me back up and threw me gently on the bed. His cock aching for it’s release.

“Spread nice and wide for me baby,” he said. I grabbed my legs, spreading them for him. In different circumstances I would’ve hesitated, but the lust clouding my mind cut out any logic or emotions.

“Good girl.”

He brought himself closer, his tip prodded outside me. He was teasing me, but I was running out of patience. I shifted closer until his tip was the only thing inside my cunt.

“Impatient aren’t you my wife,” he teased as he watched me. He was enjoying this so much, I saw it in the way he look at me.

“Please hurry Jae, I need you to fuck me already.”

“Fuck you drive me insane Y/N.”

We both moaned when he pushed his cock further in, stretching me out so well. Jaehyun groaned, taking my arms to pin them above my head.

“So fucking tight,” he chuckled. “Even after all that squirting.”

Jaehyun thrusted hard and rough. The squelching sounds echoed in the room along with my moans. I would’ve been scratching his back if it wasn’t for the hold he had on my wrists that he pinned above my head.

“Ri-Right there,” I moaned out when he hit the spot he knows will have me crashing and crumbling. “Deeper… Harder.”

“As you wish,” he said. Jaehyun angled me slightly, his thrusts reaching me more deeper. The hold on my wrists disappeared, his hands now coming down my body until one reached my clit. He circled and pinched the already swollen clit as he thrusted even more relentlessly into me.

“Cum,” he groaned. One thrust, then two, until I finally came. I came hard on his cock, clenching around it while he fucked me through my climax.

His thrust then slowed down, going sloppy. He was close too. A couple thrusts more and he came too. His white seeds painting my insides white, filling me up so well.

“Good job baby,” he whispered, kissing my lips gently, a total contrast to his demeanor earlier. He laid beside me, and we waited until we caught out breaths. However, I was far from satisfied, I wanted him back inside me.

I turned to his side, he was already looking at me. He smiled, his dimples appearing. I got up, staring at his cock, which was still semi-hard.

“Not satisfied,” he said. I turned to him, seeing the smirk plastered across his face. I nodded. “Then ride me baby, you know what to do.”

Before I entered him, I stroked him to get his cock harder. I positioned myself on top of his cock, lowering myself until the tip poked me. I slid him in slowly, until he was all the way in.

“Fuck. Feel so good,” he groaned, bringing his hands to the sides of my hips.

I started bouncing, increasing my speed the more I go. His fingers dug into me, marks sure to appear. “Keep going baby, like that. Fuck. You’ll be the death of me.”

His praises only ignited me even more. “You like that?” I said when I leaned forward to capture his lips. He only let a satisfied groan into the kiss, but his hands traveled down to the flesh of my ass. He kneaded it, smacking it moments later. His smacks didn’t stop, but they did once I got back up.

“Keep riding me beautiful, I’m close to cummin’ now.”

And so I continued, his hands now on my tits. He fondled them, playing with both my nipples and later pinching them while I bounced on him. “Come down, I wanna suck on em’” he commanded.

My hands on the headboard, while my tits came in front of his face. I felt as his tongue darted out, and sucked on one like a child.

Slap. “Keep moving,” he said, biting down on my nipple.

It didn’t take long until we both came. My third climax erupting from me, in a hazy and euphoric way. I only saw white.

“Fucked dumb my little wife,” Jaehyun said, looking down at me. My legs trembled, tear stains all over my face, drool escaping my lips, and his love marks scattered all over my body.

“Yes,” I muttered. His head came down next to my ear whispering, “You did well.” His voice caused an eruption of butterflies in my stomach. I always loved his praises.

“Go to sleep now baby, I’ll clean you up,” he said. “And the mess you made in the mirror,” he teased. I pouted at his words, earning a laugh from him.

“I’m sorry, I love you.” He kissed my temple saying, “Good night my wife.”

“Good night Jae, I love you.” I muttered into the night before I drifted off into a quiet and deep sleep.

. . .

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taexoxosgf · 2 months

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If ur requests are open can i request a renjun smut??

i'm so mad i couldn't find some fics on my old recs smh

full fic + smut

Soulmatch™ — App-grade your love life! [ love app au ]

Wrong for you [ friends to lovers ]

high waisted shorts [ strangers to lovers au ]

Huang renjun and the MUGGLEBORN [ pureblood ravenclaw!renjun + muggleborn ravenclaw!y/n ]

One Foot in the Golden Life [ rich kid!renjun x caddie!reader ]

love station [ strangers to roommates to friends to lovers ]

smut

quiet down [ bodyswap-ish AU, sex shop worker reader ]

not the same [ crush!renjun x fem!reader ]

dirty laundry [ roommate renjun x fem!reader ]

paint me naked [ Painter! Renjun x Muse! Reader ]

DON'T FUCK YOUR ROOMMATE [ roommate renjun x fem!reader ]

handle me [ customer!renjun x stripper!reader ]

KINKTOBER DAY 26 — COCKWARMING [ renjun x fem!reader ]

To taste the forbidden fruit [ friends to lovers ]

bad habits [ established relationship ]

in a king-size, say i’m your queen [ prince!renjun ]

untitled [ renjun x fem!reader ]

backstage [ idol!renjun x idol!reader ]

all i ever wanted [ friends to lovers ]

meet me on the rooftop [ idol!renjun x staff member!reader ]

kinktober day 01 [ established relationship, Capnolagnia ]

stolen [ store detective!renjun x shoplifter!reader ]

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onyourhyuck · 5 months

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LUKEWARM. L.DH | Episode 1

— Title: ‘Wasteland, baby.’

— Summary: Hong Yujin is the new patient at the psych ward admitted for her eating disorder. On the first day of being admitted she meets Haechan, a patient being treated for his bpd. Yujin already claims to hate him; he is everything she dislikes. Loud, annoying, self destructive.

— Genre: Psych ward, hospital, mental illnesses, can be triggering so read at your own risk, guys take care of yourself, mentions of eating disorders, mentions of bpd, suggestive, smut, angst etc.

— Notes: please don’t read if you’ll be triggered !! Take care of yourself guys.

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Yujin is emotionally constipated and Haechan is a meddler.

The two most complex cases in the ward — happen to be each other’s triggers and worst of friends in the whole of hospital. Putting these two and two together is like asking for a death wish to happen.

You see punishment takes in many different forms. Yujin is convinced that god is punishing her with Haechan messing up her life whenever she’s in a good mood.

The young girl only recently started to enrol in this hospital not out of her own choice. News spread around quickly of Yujin and of course Haechan wanted to see the newbie for himself. She remembers how he bothered her with so much questions on the first day. Now Yujin wishes he would choke and shut up for once.

If there was a thing to describe him. It would be running tap water.

Strange interpretation right? Yujin likes to think that Haechan’s like tap water. Distasteful, stale and unpleasant.

So far it sounds accurate to Yujin.

A plop of weight pressed on the mattress with shoes on the hospital bed. The boy crossed his legs over the covers with a gleeful smile gazing right back at the owner of the room who looks to be the most pissed he’s seen her yet.

How exciting. Haechan loves getting reaction out of people the most. The girl has been his main source of entertainment here since she arrived. It was like a blessing from God, or so he likes to think.

“Get out.” Yujin states not even bothering to say hello or ‘please get out’ it was just a flat out unemotional reaction equivalent to ‘fuck off’ which he pretends that it hurt him. But it didn’t in reality.

The boy gasps pretending to be a freaking sob but he stopped acting when the expression on her face did not budge. Haechan was intrigued by Yujin’s bluntness. Most other patients would’ve backed down and been submissive to him, but not Yujin. He liked that in a very twisted way.

“Oh come on don’t be such a stick in the mud, let me hang out with you.” Haechan flashes her a little smirk hoping it would encourage some agreement between them.

Yujin heavily exhales. Might as well add some smoke particles, Haechan swore he saw her head turning to flames any minute.

“No. If I want to hang out with someone like you I would get a pet dog. Now get out of my room!” The arms extend out towards the door so Haechan can see the way out.

Taken aback by such statements but not letting them phase him outwardly. Haechan definitely notes from bothering her as of lately he did notice Yujin was rather a feisty individual. Deciding it would be even more fun to get on her nerves and push the already pressed buttons even more just for the fun of it. He didn’t actually care that Yujin was upset.

Haechan’s back pressed on the wall while he was sitting up on the bed this time. Legs crossed over the covers with that devilish smile.

“Oh calm down you’re in a mental ward, I’m sure you’ll come across much worse than me.”

The audacity to have Haechan smiling at her at this time? Yujin feels every inch of her body blood boiling to the point she couldn’t stand straight and see clearly.

Yujin glares over at the boy who made himself comfortable on the bed unannounced with one leg over the covers as if he owns this freaking ward to himself. Yujin stands there in middle of the room immediately ready to protest to the boy who gave no ounce of care.

“Who do you think you are?” Yujin says with an unamused expression.

The boy notices Yujin’s reaction to him sitting down on her bed and her glare. It would fun seeing someone else react this much, Haechan sometimes wonders if her head will explode someday.

The girl has only enrolled recently. He grins from ear to ear. It was fun however. Especially to a guy like him.

Haechan leans back on the bed and rests his feet against the wall. He grabs a magazine off the bedside table and begins to read, as if he’s at home. “Oh come on, what makes you think you own everything here? Who do you think you are?”

Haechan taunts her back. He can’t get enough of this interaction. It was like watching a sitcom on television but he was starring himself.

The moment which was full of tension like a chalk scraping at the chalkboard in a classroom. It felt like a million knives stabbing in the same constant pressure point on a body. It wasn’t a good energy at all so when the young nurse walked in on the moment, she was rather surprised to see Haechan on the bed already harassing the new patient.

The nurse furrows her eyebrows. “Haechan shouldn’t you be in your room taking your medication with nurse Joong?”

His eyes dart away from Yujin to the nurse rather eerily and he slants forward with a dropping smile. “Awh bummer — well this was fun.” He said it like he spent most of the living moments in this ward.

Yujin couldn’t put her finger on it, but it certainly sounds like Haechan was used to the pills prescribed.

But before he was fully leaving he whispers to Yujin. “Welcome to the Wasteland, baby.”

Not quite understanding what the boy meant. Yujin frowned and turned back but by then he was gone on his way.

@onyourhyuck please refer from translating copyrighting and plagiarising my work. Please reblog this blog and follow me for more updates it helps a girl out !

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mafiadad5 · 3 months

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Drunken Thoughts

Genre- smut (mdni), friends to lovers

Haechan x fem!reader

Warnings- drinking, slight degradation, protected, 18+, slight choking, a lot of tension hehe

Word count- 3.3k+

Summary- You and your friend group decides to play a new and risky drinking game, but it only becomes risky for you and Haechan.

note- no proof read hehe, hope you like🩷

You found yourself spending another Friday night at Haechans apartment, sitting on the floor, back resting on the couch as you and the guys played card games. "Oh guys,"

Jaemin said, shooting haechan a quick glance, a small smirk appearing on his face as he got up from the floor, getting a small box from the counter.

"I got us a new game to play." He smiled.

You looked over at Haechan, a small snarky grin on his face as he looked up at Jaemin.

"Excited and exhausted?" Jeno questioned, a smile appearing on his face as he looked around at you all.

"I don't think this is a good idea." Renjun said, an awkward smile appearing on his face as Jaemin took the cards out the box.

"Come on guys, we can just do the blue cards." Jaemin smiled.

"I'm down." Jeno smiled, looking at the rest of you for reassurance.

"Haechan?" Jaemin smiled brightly, looking over to Haechan. He gave a quick nod, his arm resting on his knees, his legs spread open, back resting on the couch like yours.

"Y/n?" Jaemins attention geared towards you with that same big smile. Haechan turned his head to you, everyone was looking at you, but his eyes burned into you like nobody else's.

"Whatever Jaemin." You smiled, rolling your eyes playfully, causing a bigger smile out of him before he turned to Renjun.

"Renjun...?"

You all paused, looking at him as he stayed quiet, biting his lip. "Fine, but I'm not kissing anyone." Jaemin smiled widely, getting up and going into the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of vodka and shot glasses. He sat back down, handing all of you a glass.

"I'll go first." Jaemin said, picking up a blue card and reading it out.

"Drink if you're the best kisser— well bottoms up!"

"Jaemin put that glass down." You said, laughing as the others joined you. "Do you wanna find out Y/n?" He said smiling, before taking a shot, winking at you before laughing.

Haechan was next, picking a card before looking at you, then the others. "French kiss your partner." He said, picking up the vodka from the middle of the circle, and pouring him a shot.

"Wait, you could do it to Y/n." Jaemin suggested, looking at you, then at him with a smile. "We're too tipsy for that." You said, taking a sip of the beer that sat beside you. "Oh come on, it'll be nothing." Jaemin said. "I think 10 seconds would be good?" You turned to Renjun, a smile appearing on his face as he shrugged his shoulders.

"Or would you rather do it with me?" Jeno spoke, perking his lips jokingly as he looked at you. "I'm not that tipsy." You laughed, turning to look at Haechan as he looked at Jeno, the shot glass in his hand. "I'm just saying if it was me, I would get on his lap and kiss him dirty."

"Jaemin." You said, Renjun and Jeno laughing as you gave him a side glance. Haechan turned to you, looking as you took another sip of the beer, raising his eyebrow in question, setting down the shot glass.

"Whatever." You said, taking another sip, but was interrupted by Haechan grabbing the bottle out of your hand, sitting it beside him.

He looked at you, placing his hand on the side of your head, pulling you closer to him. Your foreheads touched as he looked down at your lips, sending butterflies to your stomach as his nose brushed against yours. His breath had a slight scent of alcohol as the space between the two of you left you breathless. Everything was quiet and all you could see was him, all you could feel was him, his hand resting on your face, the other on your thigh. You had no other choice but to look at his lips, his pink, parted lips. Anticipation seeped into your brain, the only thing you wanted to feel was his lips on yours. He smirked, backing away from you, taking a shot.

The boys looked at you, then him, then back at you again, a shocked expression on their face as Haechan nonchalantly looked forward. You were as shocked as them honestly, staring silently into space—

"Uhhh... okay well let's move on." Jaemin said, breaking the awkwardness with a forced smile.

An hour or so passed and you all were filled with laughs, and intoxicated conversations, still playing the game unfortunately.

"Haechan I dare you to pick a red card." Jaemin sloppily said, smiling as he looked at him. Haechan nodded, unhesitatingly picking up a red card. He read it in his head, pausing for a minute and looking up at Jaemin as everyone sat there impatiently waiting for him to read it out loud.

"Tell your partner your sexual fantasy." Everyone paused, turning to you in silence as you looked blankly back at them.

"Go ahead." You said, rolling your eyes and shaking your head, leaning closer to Haechan.

"And you have to take 2 shots if you react." Renjun said, nervously grinning as you shot him a glance.

"It's not even my turn, but I'm facing the punishment— just go ahead and tell me Haechan."

He took no time grabbing the side of your face again, pulling your ear to his mouth. "You ready?" He hummed, the vibrations of his words sending shivers down your spine.

Everyone was quiet, trying to make out the words he was saying to you, staring at you as your eyes skimmed the room, then stopped, opening slightly in shock as he started speaking: "My fantasy is to fuck you on this couch right now, while everyone is watching you beg and scream for me. I want to shove my fingers into you as you clench around me. And god, how bad I want to taste you, your lips, your juices, all of you. That's what I want." He backed away from your ear, looking at you with a smirk before chuckling at your expression.

Everyone looked at you, waiting for you to say something, but you were at a loss for words, the image of him doing all of that to you appearing in your head making your legs go almost numb.

"Well— good luck with that Haechan." You forced a smile, leaning back on the couch, taking a shot anyways even though you won the challenge.

30 minutes later, you were on another game, but the drinking never stopped. Jaemin's words were slurring, Renjun was a laughing mess, Jeno was laid on the floor passed out cold, and you and Haechan were the only ones who were even in your right mind, at least you thought so, but you guys were fucked up too.

"I'm gonna go get some water guys, be right back." You said, getting up from the floor.

"Please bring me a cup too before I pass out like Jeno." Renjun laughed. You looked at Haechan, his eyes burning into yours as you walked past him, making your way to the kitchen.

It was pretty dark, the only thing that was lighting up the kitchen were some white led lights under the island, and the stove light. One thing you loved about Haechan was that he was very clean and organized, so you didn't have to even turn the light on to locate anything. You walked over to the cabinet grabbing two cups, setting them on the counter.

"Do you need any help?"

You jumped in shock, turning around to see Haechan standing there, his sweatpants hanging lowly on his hips, white shirt messily sitting on his torso.

"You almost gave me a heart attack— I've been here more times than I can count, I don't need help getting water."

"You've been here a lot, but you've never been in my bed. Why is that pretty girl?" He moved closer into the kitchen, you felt his presence close to yours as you filled up one cup of water.

"I've never been invited to your bed Haechan, that's why." You slyly replied to him, filling up the other glass of water, grabbing both of the cups. You turned around, only for him to be standing in front of you, taking the cups out of your hands and setting them down on the counter behind you.

"Would you like to go to my bed Y/n?"

His eyes look deeply into yours, his hands resting on the counter beside each side of your body, trapping you.

"I think you need to go to your bed and sleep, by yourself— all this drinking has you talking crazy."

He raised his eyebrows at the comment, smirking slowly as he leaned closer to you, his body pressed against yours, the scent of alcohol on his lips basically pulled you into a kiss without his lips even touching yours.

"I'm not talking crazy baby, I'm fully aware of what's going on." He looked down at your lips, smirking as his mouth hovered over yours.

At this point you were just about to pull him in. You just wanted to glide your fingers through his hair, feel his body against yours.

"But if you insist, I'll go to sleep." He backed away from you, his scent still lingering around you as he walked out the kitchen to go to his room.

You sighed grabbing the cups of water and bringing them to the living room. You wanted to think that all of his words, all of his actions were drunken thoughts, but something deep down inside you knew he was being honest about what he wanted.

You didn't think you were in the kitchen that long, but maybe you were the way Jaemin was laid on the floor beside Jeno passed out, Renjun laying on the couch, numbly looking up at the ceiling. You sat his cup of water on the coffee table, sitting beside him, taking a sip of water. You sat in silence with Renjun for a second, thinking about if you wanted to go to Haechans room or not. You wanted it, you wanted it more than anything, but you didn't want to do anything you would regret.

"Where's Haechan?" You were knocked out of your thoughts by Renjuns voice.

"Oh, he's in his room." You said, looking over to Renjun as he laughed tiredly.

"I hope he's okay." You sat still for a moment, second guessing your decision.

"I'll go check on him, get some rest Renjunnie." He smiled in response, closing his eyes slowly.

You hesitated once more, but found yourself creeping down the dark hallway, making your way to his room.

"Haechan."

You knocked on his door, stepping back as he stayed silent.

"I know you're up just let me in." It was silent again before you heard the door knob rattling, Haechans head peeking as he cracked the door open.

"What." His voice was deep as he replied curtly.

"Can I come in?"

"No." He said quickly, trying to shut the door, but you stopped it from shutting.

"Please Haechan." You said softly, causing a sigh to release from Haechan as he opened the door.

You stepped in, looking at him through the dim desk light that sat on his desk, his shirt now off as he stood in front of you.

"What do you want?"

"I just want to talk to you." You said, inching closer to him as he looked at you with a smug expression.

"Talk."

You looked at him for a second, then turned around to shut the door, locking it. Before you could even turn around fully he was in front of you, his hand beside your head, pinning you to the door. His eyes were eager as you looked down, examining his body.

"What— do you want to fuck me all of a sudden?" That same sinister smirk crept on his face as his dark eyes looked into yours. You were tired of his constant teasing, you wanted him to feel what you felt.

"You're talking crazy again." You cupped his face as you gave him a small smile.

"Am I?" He said as you nodded, his eyes filling with desperation as your fingers slid down his face, tracing his lips with your thumb.

"Am I talking crazy when I say I want to fuck you like a little slut?" He smiled, looking at you with a smirk. You looked at his neck as your fingers slid down his jaw, making your way to his collar bone.

“Yes.”

“Let me show you how crazy I am.”

You hummed, grabbing the strings on his sweatpants, pulling him closer to you. His breathing got heavier as your hand brushed over his bulge. Your faces were less than an inch away, his lips almost touching yours as he looked at your lips, then your eyes.

“Stop playing with me— just let me.” His desperation grew as your lips dusted over his softly. Your moved your mouth down to his neck, placing soft, teasing kisses on his skin, your breath tickling his skin making him go almost insane.

“Y/n, please.”

He said in a desperate breathy moan. You looked back up at him, a smirk on your face as he looked at you with sparkling eyes.

“Be quiet, you don’t want to let your friends know how much of a desperate whore you are.”

He looked at you with a smirk on his face, no one has even tried to talk to down on him like this, and it sent him even more over the edge.

He was tired of waiting, he couldn’t wait anymore, he needed to taste you, he needed to be inside of you, he wanted to show you that he could please you the way you deserved.

He grabbed your waist pushing you onto the door, locking you in place with his legs, his lips smashing into yours. You were taken aback by the sudden move, but god he tasted so sweet, all you could do was melt into him. He subtly stuck his tongue into your mouth, pushing his body more and more onto you making you even more turned on as you felt his dick twitch on your leg as he rubbed against you. His hand slid up your body as he made his way up to your neck, holding your chin up to look at him.

“Look at you, so pretty. I’m gonna take good care of you don’t worry.”

He said looking at you, placing another messy kiss on your lips. He grabbed your hand, pulling you away from the door straight to his bed, laying you on your back. He got on top of you, sliding your pants and underwear down as he slowly kissed and sucked on your neck. He got up, pulling down his pants, grabbing a condom from his nightstand before getting back on top of you.

“Open your legs for me.”

He said softly, looking at you in the eyes as he ripped the condom open with his teeth, rolling it on himself. He positioned his tip at your entrance, looking at you for any discomfort before pushing himself into you. He let out a soft moan, looking down, then up at your face, his fluttering eyes looking into yours.

“You take me so well.” He said with a smirk before pushing deeper into you, causing a moan out of both of you. He started to pick up his speed, louder moans coming out of you as he pushed himself in deeper.

“Fuck you feel so good Y/n.”

He lowered his head into your neck, letting out breathy whimpers into your skin sending shivers down your spine. Your hands found their way to Haechans hair, tugging softly as he thrusted into you faster. You tried to stay as quiet as you could, but he felt so good inside of you so you couldn’t help but to moan and cry out.

“Does this feel good baby? Tell me how good it feels.” He thrusted harder and harder, letting out broken words and whimpers.

“It feels so good Haechan, please don’t stop it feels good.” You quivered under his touch, the way he felt, the way he cursed into your neck, it made you weak and drove you over the edge.

“Yeah?” He said teasingly, looking you in the eyes, thrusting harder. His eyes sparkled with lust as you gasped from the sudden tension of his skin thrashing against yours. “What about this?” He moved his hand down to your clit, rubbing circles around the sensitive bud with his thumb, causing a loud moan to escape your mouth.

“Haechan.” You stuttered, tightening your stomach, causing him to curse in response.

“Be quiet, you don’t want your friends knowing how much of a slut you are— or do I need to shut you up?”

He grabbed your neck, looking at you as you squirmed under his touch. He tried to sound intimidating, but failed as you clenched around him, causing him to let out little whined moans.

You both failed to stay even a little quiet from how you both made each other feel, it was like you were hooked to each other and couldn’t stop, plus Haechans moans turned you on more then you would like to admit.

“Fuck I’m about to cum.” Haechan whimpered out. His skin flushed with pleasure as he sunk inside you as deep as he could. “Me too.” You cried out, clenching even harder around him as he hit your g-spot.

He gasped from the action, letting out shameless moans. He rested his head on your neck again, feeling too weak from the pleasure to keep his head up.

“Fuck, keep doing that Y/n, please don’t stop baby, please.” He begged, as you tightened yourself around him, creating an unbearable tension around his dick that made him cry into your neck.

You tugged on his hair as your legs started to shake violently, making you feel a shiver in your whole entire body.

“Fuck I’m cumming.”

He whimpered out, gripping the sheets beside your head, giving one more thrust before he stopped. You both took a few deep breaths, Haechan lifting up his head to look you in your eyes. He exited out of you and kissed your forehead, laying beside you.

“So who’s going to go into the hallways to see if they heard everything.” He said in a tired, but lighthearted voice. You looked at him with a tired smile, getting up and going to his bathroom, him following behind you like a stray dog.

The night went on and so did the sex, you went on for more rounds, exploring each other’s bodies till morning. By the time you both woke up it was 1 pm the next day, and you prayed that your friends were no longer there or that they would pretend that nothing happened and you didn’t have to deal with the teasing and jokes, but of course as soon as you and Haechan left the room that’s all you heard.

“Good afternoon love birds.” Jaemin smiled, looking at you and Haechan appear in the living room.

“We didn’t even do anything.” You rolled your eyes, sitting on the couch beside Renjun.

“Liar.” Jeno said quietly, clearing his throat causing Renjun to give him a stern glance.

“How would you know.” Haechan said, giving you a side glance before sitting beside you. Jeno pointed to a hickey on your neck, causing a small laugh out of Renjun.

“Plus, Renjun told us he heard you last night.” You turned to Renjun, a forced shock expression appearing on his face as he looked at Jaemin.

“Y/n, you know I’m a light sleeper when I’m drunk, and yall were being so loud.” Renjun whined, looking at you with a sorry expression.

“It’s ok Renjun— we’re still just friends so it doesn’t matter.” You laughed, laying on Renjuns shoulder, looking at Haechan for input on the comment.

“Yea just Drunken thoughts.” Haechan giggled, looking at you back.

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rjunswrld · 11 months

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whatchu doin on the weekend?

mark

masturbation (riding solo), fantasies of reader, nipple play, boob kink, perv mark, switch mark implied but for now sub, broken innocent mark lee

mark would find himself by his bedside on his knees praying for forgiveness almost every night since he met you. those sinful touches lingering on his body touching him all over making him extremely sensitive he couldn't help the chill running down his spine letting you use him for your enjoyment as your hand worked his cock- focus mark, you're literally praying to god right now.

but how could he? how could he subside the memories of you on your knees in the bathroom of the holy church you both attended? not only that but with families outside, both of your families and anyone could walk in. cock deep in your throat as you pushed more and more of him in, the way you moaned around him with your tight throat closing in on him as your glossy eyes shimmered at his. although mark never admitted it to you, he was a boob guy, a huge boob guy any chance he got to ogle at your breast he'd do it and waste no time staring as if his life depended on it.

sitting so pretty in your sundress showing the perfect outline against them and that daring cleavage, he never wanted to shove his face between something so badly; you can only imagine how worked up he got once he was able to look at you from above, imagining all the nasty things he could do to them it never failed to make him cum quick.. he could physically moan at the way you controlled him in the most sacred place of them all.

"god, i feel so dirty." he groaned to himself keeping his eyes shut tightly trying to focus on seeking forgiveness in his repentance, though it wasn't working in his favor his mind couldn't help but travel back to you like a magnet. "forgive me.." he looked up to his ceiling before pushing himself off of his knees to collapse on his bed with a sigh.

he couldn't believe you could creep inside of his mind during his conversation with god, it was unbelievable and quite literally unbearable- unbearable because he couldn't stand the way you made him feel, he loved it, and no matter how exhausted he was he'd always find himself up late hours of the night fisting his cock with only your name falling past his lips. imagining the way you would innocently look at him as you sucked onto his balls, licking up his saliva- coated cock with a devious smile on your face.. you put him on the spot.

how you would kiss his neck making him produce sounds he didn't even know could press out of himself, your lips burning into his skin making him remember exactly where you pampered him, exactly how they felt when you placed them he couldn't help it, he couldn't help that you did this to him and he kept crawling back for more. he closed his eyes imagining you here with him in his room, running your hand lightly over his skin to tease; enough to have him arch his back into it.

unbuttoning his shirt to touch him even more without the thin material keeping you away from what you both wanted, lightly rubbing over his nipples earning a grunt from him— he was sensitive in areas that he didn't even know about until you stepped up and found it out for him, he was a bit embarrassed that he didn't know his own body all too well as you did, maybe this is what made the boy sin even more, cry out for you like you were his new found god.

he slipped his fingers into his mouth as he used the other to play with his nipples just as you would in the stalls of the boy's bathroom, licking them and circling them with your eyes focused on every reaction, every sound, and movement he gave you.

whining as he pinched them to his liking, letting his body move with a mind of it's own as he sucked on his two fingers with his brows furrowed and eyes shut reminiscing on the way you'd kiss down his chest, tummy, and pass his navel to his lower region only to give him more of your sinful kisses; so slow and enjoyable as he'd watch your head go lower and lower like you were enjoying this as much as him- and on a serious note you were! he was your addiction at this point. you broke the innocent obedient little mark who would've found you insane for doing this, praying hard that you'd cut it out and simply find god... but now, he was lost without you.

the stimulation he gave his nipples soon came to a halt as he dragged his hand down his body slowly, feeling his skin under his finger pads as he rolled his hips into the material of his clothing that covered his bottom, "please” subconsciously moaned to himself as his dick twitched in his sweats at the sound of your name coming out of him in such a whiny tone.

he opened his eyes to look down at his hand reaching to grope his clothed cock that wanted to be let free and played with, he sighed feeling himself cup and play with it he tried to drown out the pleas his right mind was screaming at him— wishing he'd do more to relieve the ache but he couldn't. if you were here with the horny boy you'd see how good he was for you, doing what you'd do to him and restraining from cumming so quickly to just enjoy the feeling that overwhelmingly grew over time.

"god-s-sorry."

he corrected as he fell into his touch, staring at how his hand was pleasing him in such a teasing manner; you corrupted him into being a tease, one day if you'd let him he'd get you back for it and show you how well you taught him.

"touch yourself for me mark.."

he let out a muffled groan at the loss of contact once he reached to pull his sweats down along with his boxers feeling his cock slap against his skin, he was so hard and worked up he wanted to swear at you for marking his mind with you.. pitching a camp in his mind filling it with all the dirty things you've done to him and left to imagine more, dick feeling how hard he was against the palm of his hand, using his thumb to swipe his slit making him arch his back beautifully.

he fed into the imagination of you dressed in nothing, exposing your golden brown skin to the boy who watched you approach him with heart eyes at your sultriness. that same devious smirk on your face as you wrapped your hand over his, moving his hand in an up and down motion letting out soft moan staring deep into your eyes.

he sobbed out as he began to pick up the pace of his fist, watching as you reached down to kiss his skin like always- god his imagination was playing tricks on him because he swore he could feel your soft plump lips coming in contact with him. "feels so good.." he whimpered as he threw his head back letting his fingers fall out of his mouth spreading his saliva to the corner of his lips but he didn't care.

"so good for me mark.."

feeling himself twitch with his balls tensing he felt like he was going crazy— no, he was certain he lost his damn mind.

the sound of your voice sounding so real he couldn't even think of stopping his hand from stroking his cock at such a pace, his stomach flexing slightly as he arched his back dramatically at the now sinful thought of your breast now corrupting any of his commonsensical thinking. "i want you s-so bad ___.." tears slipped from his eyes as he could only imagine himself selfishly fucking your breasts to reach his high that was pounding and pumping through his veins.

"fuck!" he whimpered as his thighs shook feeling himself reaching closer and closer to his orgasm, nothing on his mind but you and all parts of your body he desperately needed. the lewd and explicit ways he'd have your body was rushing through his mind- but that was it, it was all because of you.. he gets off at the thought of you in any way he possibly could, and the way mark lees mind works, well that's only for him to know and for you to find out.

"gonna cum f-for you.."

he cried out with his fist clenching down tighter with the image of you now riding his cock so beautifully, how your breast bounced along with you as you moaned his name out in such an alluring way "mark, mark, mark.." you chanted as you groped your breasts with him gasping for air as his face scrunched to show an expression that only were all too capable of seeing. "cum for me mark, cum for me."

"ah fuck, ___”

and as always your name is the last word he'd say once his cock spits out all the cum he could possibly milk out of himself... you really are the fucking devil.

⭐︎

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h34rtbeat · 4 months

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CANT TAKE IT?

pairings: jeno x afab!reader

warnings: big d jeno, cervix fucking, dom!mean!jeno, slapping, p in v sex, squirting, jeno doesnt pull out

nsfw under the cut!

It felt hot. Skin sticking to one another, as you felt your boyfriend finally enter you after all your begging. He was too big, feeling the stretch the second he even put the tip in.

“Ah.. babe, so tight.” He grunted, slowly sliding in. “Begged me for this, yeah? S’like you’re swallowing me in..” dick already hitting your sweet spot, as you clawed at your pillow.

Jeno was huge— muscles big enough to choke you, he often did. Jeno was mean too, but you liked that.

You liked how every time you guys fucked, you could feel him poking your stomach. You liked how much control he had, his toned forearm going around your neck as his dick slipped into your cunt, already sopping.

Jeno likes it when your cunt is so wet, that the sound of your juices matches the volume of your moans.

“Can’t take it? Baby, shut up..” he groaned, fingers going around your neck. He became rougher, feeling you spasm around him. You were going to take it, just like he asked. Just like he ordered.

The stretch itself was insane, especially when he flipped you over, making you face him. One strong hand holding your waist in place, the other playing with your clit.

He kept it, keeping pressure on your lower tummy, as he thrusted. Feeling you spray on his stomach, even though he continued.

Filing your cunt up, even as you were crying and begging him to pull out.

Jeno wouldn’t pull out. He likes seeing his cum drip out of you too much.

bbbbb

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moncherijoie · 5 months

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Johnny Suh but he can't get enough of you. 😩😩

I've been gone for so long cuz things been fucked up. It still is so it might be slow updates but please have patience with me.

(This is a draft and it isn't completed.)

𝐏𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐲 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤

𝑱𝒐𝒉𝒏𝒏𝒚 𝑺𝒖𝒉 ♡︎ 𝒀/𝒏

𝒥ℯ 𝓉'𝒶𝒾𝓂ℯ, 𝓂ℴ𝓃 𝒶𝓂ℴ𝓊𝓇

𝙿𝚘𝚟: 𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚞𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚓𝚘𝚑𝚗𝚗𝚢, 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 . 𝙱𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚑𝚢𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢..

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜; 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚏 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚗𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊, 𝚛𝚊𝚠 (𝚠𝚛𝚊𝚙 𝚋4 𝚞 𝚝𝚊𝚙), 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗.

𝑱ᴏʜɴɴʏ walks into the bedroom. Its dimly lit as he sighed. Your body heaving up and down slowly from your breathing. He felt bad from the argument you both had earlier. He should have heard you out that time. But it was too late now.

He knew you wouldn't want to talk to him now. He dropped his bags and went into the bathroom doing his night routine. When the door shuts you jump slightly in the bed subconsciously and went back to sleep.

After the door open and steam exits the bathroom as johnny walks out in his towel wrapped around his waist. He looks at your vanity and decides to sit on it. Looking at himself, he uses your hairdryer to quickly dry his hair.

He look at your figure through the mirror. He felt off at the act you weren't up waiting for him. With stories to tell about work. Plus wanting to hear about his day as well.

There wasn't any food left out for him to eat. His stomach rumbles remembering when you asked him earlier to take you out for groceries.

He didn't care about all that though he just wanted to be with you. The arguement was quite bad he knew you'd probably be angry for days. This already happened before.

"Y/n?" He shook you softly as he entered the bed. With no response. He removed the blanket from your body. He notice you wearing his favorite light blue lingerie, the one you wore for his birthday.

He bit his lips and shut his eyes as you pulled the covers back over you. He could feel a tent rising underneath his towel.

He got up to go change into a pair of loose boxers and hung the towel up. Looking back he saw your breast exposing itself as you shift positions.

"Why are you doing this to me?" He whined as he lied next to you again. It was addicting, he couldn't take his eyes off of your body. Even though he knew it was his, it felt wrong.

You sleeping while he wanted to destroy everything you had to offer. He squeeze his legs shut trying to distract himself. Praying not to get horny.

You instead made things worse turning over to the left. Facing him as you arms swings into his lap. "S-so close" he stated as he saw how close your hand was to his dick.

At this point he can't rid the fact he has a huge boner right now. Thinking of how he's gonna fuck the shit out of you.

That was the last straw. He got up and hovered on top of you. Seeing your neck makes him want to leave dark bruises over it.

He ran his now turning cold fingers over it. Going down to your right breast. He grasp It in his hands squeezing it a little. Thinking about licking and biting it at the bud.

He adjusted the blanket, it now covers the top half and not the bottom. His hands trails again it to your thigh. How he wanted them to shake so much. His hands reached back up to the center.

Your golden treasure for him. Covered in a thin piece of clothing. He runs his fingers up and down it. You subconsciously roll your hips towards his fingers and he smiles.

Johnny knew he was the only one to get you desperate, even in your sleep. Johnny's mind only being filled with destroying your pussy.

"Can't take it anymore" he silently states as he pulled off your panties. Holding your legs open with his hands. Veins now popping out from there to his arms.

"Fuck..." he shuts his eyes thinking of it's a good idea. He should just wake you up and ask, but you would most likely say no. But doing this also made him feel like he was taking advantage of you.

But he remembered the time when you told him once "use me whenever you like, you know I really want it any time of the day or night."

Fuck it. He dives into your pussy. Arousal already dripping out of you as the point when he starts teasing your clit with his tongue.

You woke up, reflex getting to you you accidentally slap Johnny's head. "Who's That!" He didn't budge. He knows himself he deserved the slap. This proves your loyalty to him. "Johnny? W-what are you doING Fuck!" You threw your head back as he flicks at your sensitive bud.

You hands reached for his hair. You rested your shoulders knowing that it was Johnny. Your husband making you crazy. You weren't going to lie you were thinking about him earlier too.

"Johnny please~" you moaned out. As he pulled out and spat on your pussy. Watching it drip down was driving him insane. "Please what?" You shut your eyes as you feel his fingers making contact with your pussy and rubbing rapid circles. "J-just Fuck! I-I mean fuck m-me already please"

Johnny only smiles at you before diving back into your sweet muff. His own cock dripping out precum already.

You grabbed the bedsheets as the feeling occurred in you. The excitement anticipated feeling. "I'm g-gonna cum! Please johnny! I'm gonna c-cum!"

Your chest heaves faster as johnny looks up at your facial expressions. Your eyebrows furrowed. Before it spills out, eyes widening, thighs shaking rapidly, eyes fluttering threatening to shut as tears flow.

"yes Yes YES! Fuck right there" you rocked your hips against his mouth as he moaned against your throbbing pussy. Johnny's grasp on your thighs becoming harder.

Finally he pulls away. Seeing your lightly abused pussy. He spits in his hand before slapping his saliva on you treasure.

You whimper. "You want more don't you?" Johnny asked you as he forced 2 fingers into your hole.

"Yes, I-I want you..." You said as he pumps his fingers in you fast. You could hear the squelching sound your womanhood was making.

"We're going to go all night. For how you disregarded me earlier." Johnny sternly told you. Looking deep in your eyes you knew he was serious.

"It's too much~" You whined. "It's not too much if you hadn't have my dick in you yet." He raised his eyebrow at you and bit his lip.

In a second you was flipped around and Johnny's over you. Giving you backshots that there was no tomorrow.

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