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Kim Mingyu x Male Reader
Genre: nsfw, suggestive, Angst
Warning/s: Mentions of mental illness, sexual innuendos, groping, unprotected sex
You enter your office humming while flowers on your hand and salad and water on the other
As you reach your table you put everything down and took your phone out of your lab coat
As you were scrolling through it you felt two hands at the side of your waist which made you flinched
“And who are those from?” a familiar voice whispered through your ears
You froze ‘how is he here? what is he doing outside his containment’ you thought
You just stood there as you put down your phone not wanting to upset the gigantic man behind you who is leaning his chin on your head
“Little Prince I asked you a question” he said softly. “F-from a friend” you said scared of whatever the man is planning
“Don’t lie to me prince” he said pulling you closer
“I-I’m not lying, the hospital gave it to me as a welcoming gift” you said trying not to anger the taller male
You’ve been working on this asylum for almost a month now, the tall man behind you is Kim Mingyu, a psychopath, 6'2, 27, No known family member as he was moved here from prison when he was already in his 20s, he's a former gang member who lead an entire heist
They say psychopaths don’t feel anything, but to Mingyu, you were everything, he wanted you, he didn't understand why, all he knows is he wants to kill anyone who tries to get near you
He kissed the back of your head "You've been out the whole day, I missed you"
You gulped trying to find the strength to ask him a question "Gyu?"
He hummed at your sweet call, "Why are you in my office and not in your room?"
He smiles and giggles a bit, "Little Prince, I've been in this asylum for so long, I know every corner and ways of this place"
His hands that were once on your waist started roaming your chest. "Ahh— Gyu stop" You tried to grab his hands
"Sweetheart we've done this thing before why are you resisting now?" He said
It's true as twisted as it is, you have slept with a madman, at least before you knew he was a psycho, before he got in here, you met him at a bar hooked up and tried to keep in touch, frequently texting, calling, phone sex wasn't good enough but it was the only thing you guys could do while being apart
But one day he never called back, for almost two months you thought you'd never see the greatest sex of your life, yes, he was the best, he knew how to eat your ass, his roughness and mix of his gentle caresses, his big cock, you wanted it but sadly you only got to experience it once, your first and last sex
That is until you were assigned to this asylum, the moment he saw you, not even a week he had you, in his room, one leg up and his big cock thrusting inside you, his warm and huge body wrapped around your figure, as if he doesn't want to let go
"I'm gonna cum inside you" He said, "No, please don't" you tried to resist, "Little Prince, that wasn't a question" he grunts and smirked before sloppily filling you up, continuously thrusting to reach his high, "fuck" he whispers in your ears which was your last straw before reaching your high
Your memory was vivid as if it was yesterday, after that hot and rough sex you were covered in bruises and love marks and right now you were sure it would all lead to the same scenario again
He hugged you tighter, "They're coming"
You're brows furrowed at his statement as he stopped playing with your nipples
Suddenly the window of your office was shattered as a man comes in with ropes and guns
Mingyu grabs your phone, salad and water, making sure you still have all you need before carrying you, well dragging, with his other hand
He handed the man in a mask your stuff before Mingyu grabbed the other rope the man handed him
"Let's get out of here my Little Prince" he whispered and just like that you guys were being lifted by the rope inside a helicopter and as you guys seated comfortably the helicopter makes it's escape leaving you stunned and too shocked to react
Mingyu has his arms wrapped around your waist and kissed the side of your temple, "Let's leave the country" he whispered and you couldn't say anything
A/N: This was a draft from 3 years ago, lol
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Jae-Mean
Na Jaemin x Male Reader
cw: idol au, top jaemin, pwp, sex toys, excessive use of lube, reader is part of dream, fingering, dumbification.
an: he's getting so big, need him asap 😵💫
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“are you ok yn?” asked renjun patting his back, “yeah i'm ok.. just a bit tired” he answered while catching his breath. all the members were practicing the dance for the new comeback but everyone realized that yn looked strange, well everyone except jaemin who tried hard to hide his smirk “yes yn tell us if you need a break” said jaemin with fake concern in his voice.
no one knew about it but yn and jaemin had a relationship based only in sex, as a way to “relieve some stress”.
jaemin is a bit mean with yn when it's about to sex, for example, one time he marked him everywhere, that when the fans saw one of the hickeys yn had to lie saying that an insect had bitten him, or that one time that just before an interview jaemin fucked the other mercilessly and he had to endure the pain for more than an hour while sitting.
“i think i'm going to my dorm to rest a bit” said yn getting ready to leave, “wait let me help you” jaemin offers himself while running towards yn.
“you're a psycho.. jaemin”, sighs yn, “i can't hold it anymore”; “come on ynnie just a little more” jaemin smirks again patting his back “it'll all be over soon”...
in the dorm, yn was with his face on the bed and ass up while jaemin was fingering him. “shiiit yn, you did it so well holding in all this lube”. his fingers going in and out, soaked in lubricant, while the rest dripped little by little from the dilated hole of the smaller one “you're gonna pay for this jaemin” whimpered the bottom, hiding his flushed face on the mattress, trying to hide the moans.
jaemin just smirked, continuing fingering out the lube and with the other hand stroking his cock “shush ynnie just relax and let me take care of you”.
minutes after going to the choreography rehearsal jaemin called yn and made a bet with him, “come on don't be boring, what’s so hard about keeping half a bottle of lube inside your ass. just imagine the sounds it’ll make when i fuck it out of you” he whispered that last part near yn's sensitive neck. “what the fuck!” yn yells “you're a sick pervert”; “i will buy you food for the rest of the month” jaemin added… “deal” quickly answered yn.
“here i go”, jaemin scooped some of the lube that was in the bed sheets and smeared it in his big veiny cock “i'm gonna fuck out all that lube out of you” he slowly put the tip inside and then slammed himself making the bed squeak and drawing a muffled moan out of yn. jaemin was fascinated by the sounds caused by the excess of lube "it feels so good augh.. and .. fuck.. so wet.. shit, i won't be able to control myself yn".
he thrusted so hard that some of the lube splashed and landed on yn's back and jaemin's abs. yn kept his face down on the mattress, jerking himself, “i love how you act so feisty against me but as soon as my cock enters you, you become the most submissive whore in all the world” jaemin blurted out, yn clenched his hole when he heard that, “i felt that you whore” he laughs.
the taller was gripping so hard that he left marks on each side of yn's waist, “come here” he grabbed yn by the shoulders pulling him towards him, now yn's back was leaning on jaemin's chest, "damn you look so fucked up" he mocked. yn had hooded eyes and some drool falling from his mouth, his face was still the same or even redder than before. “i can't take it anymore” he cried.
jaemin lay down on the bed letting yn ride him but with a vibrator inside his ass. "hold on a little longer yn, now just focus on riding me" said the top. little did yn know that the vibrator inside of him was one of those controlled via an app, an app that jaemin was searching on his phone “found it” he murmurs and press the button with the number 1 right away.
“oh my fucking go-” yn rolled back his eyes, the vibration sending shivers to his whole body. on the other side jaemin was trying hard to hold in his moans, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure to his shaft. “fuckkkk~” yelled the taller when he pressed the number 2 button, the vibration increased therefore the stimulation too, jaemin could no longer control himself, he's now growling like a wild beast while yn tried not to cum.
the phone slipped from jaemin's hand and when he tried to grab it he accidentally pressed the number 5 button…
they both had an orgasm at the same time thanks to the vibrator at maximum speed, jaemin's cock squirted lots of sperm into yn's ass, some of it sliding down his shaft and falling to the sheets. yn also came, his cock spurted a lot too and some of it reached jaemin's face. “take it out jaeee~” begged yn, the overstimulation hitting them both “i fucking.. caa~an't i feel so.. weak” replied the taller.
luckily the battery of the vibrator died so it stopped minutes later, jaemin’s cock slipped out of yn's ruined hole along with the vibrator. feeling so tired yn fell on top of jaemin falling asleep with the other doing the same seconds later.
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love in three acts | kim mingyu, wong yukhei
nsfw, mature content, minors DNI! (ftm friendly)
ship: wong yukhei (lucas) x male reader, kim mingyu x male reader
warning: extreme feminization, reader is a femboy,
(reader's genitals are referred to as pussy/tits).
pure filth, read at your own risk
(requested!)
act i.
Life is not what it is portrayed to be in cinema. (name) learned as much now that he was well into his 4th semester of college. Society has romanticized the college experience to such an extent that one dives in, expecting alcohol, parties and an enchanting love life to be the frontrunners, while in actuality, it is assignments, exams and stressful days filling the void most of the times.
Nothing changes if you don't make it happen yourself. Your dream life doesn't manifest one day magically, and your love life doesn't become one for the books by itself either. You need to start living the way you want to. That, is the only viable form of happiness in today's world. At least that's what (name) taught himself during one of his loneliest nights, freshman year, which culminated with a self-therapy session.
Then the nerdiest, biggest pushover of a guy, (name) was now a changed man. He had the biggest glow-up: his slender curves, thick thighs and pretty eyes, putting everyone's wildest dreams to shame in comparison. He embraced his true self fearlessly, taking control of his life and living the way he wanted to. He had definitely been happier ever since then, but he believed it did little to better his dating life as he was still boyfriend to a man seemingly afraid to love him in public.
Wong Yukhei is a lot of things, but inherently smart, he is not. Which is why he doesn't understand why his boyfriend is upset with him right now. "W-what do you mean?"
"Seriously Lucas? We've been over this before. Every time I as much as I lean into you in public, you go off to do something else with your friends. It's like we're strangers in public." (name) explained, perplexed.
"It's not like that! You know I love you. It's jus-just.." Honestly, Lucas didn't know himself why he'd been subconsciously dodging his boyfriend's advances while they were out. It's not like he never indulged in PDA with his previous partners. Maybe he'd been getting too caught up with his friends that he unintentionally neglected his boyfriend each time they were in the public eye.
"You know what? I need to go. Come find me when you have an answer. " (name) scoffed dejectedly, storming out of the empty classroom, leaving the flabbergasted giant behind. (name) started wondering if he wasn't attractive enough for Lucas.
If only he knew how wrong that assumption was. Because if that was the case, he wouldn't have the hunkiest man to ever exist (besides his own boyfriend), eye-fucking him from behind. The large man traced (name)'s every movement with great intensity: the way his hips swayed as he walked quickly, the way his skirt rode up just enough to show his supple thighs, even the way his ass looked perfect as he bent down to pick up his fallen stationery.
Kim Mingyu was a lot of things. And like every other guy, being inexplicably horny at the sight of a pretty boy, was one of them. he snapped out of his daze, dashing to (name)'s side, helping pick up his belongings from the floor, without failing to catch a peek of his bra underneath the dress. needless to say, he had to physically restrain himself from popping a boner then and there.
"Hey, you okay? Looking a little sad there" he offered his charming smile, making (name) look up as he straightened himself. His gaze fell on the handsome man's huge biceps, that flexed under the weight of his stack of books, threatening to rip his half-sleeved tee that was already too tight for his massive chest. It was hard not to, when a 6 ft hunk was sizing up his body shamelessly.
"I'm Mingyu. I'm in this faculty too. 3rd year"
"(name). 2nd year." Offered he, politely.
"Boyfriend problems?" Mingyu inquired, (name) taken aback. "Just guessing", he clarified, knowing fully well he eavesdropped into the couple's conversation earlier. What? He just wanted to see for himself who bagged this hot specimen before he could. Before (name) could respond, Mingyu moved closer.
"I won't pry into your personal life, but tell you what. Any man that doesn't appreciate you enough, is a loser."
He ran his hands all over (name)'s curves, finally slipping underneath his skirt to grope his ass and lift one of (name)'s legs against his groin, making the boy gasp.
"Someone who loves the beauty that you are, y'feel me?" His breath fanned over (name)'s face, the boy feeling 50 emotions at once.
"I,I shou-"
"Hey! What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" the duo turned towards the source of the voice: (name)'s seething boyfriend. Lucas stomped over to them, snatching (name) from Mingyu's grasp and wrapping his bulky arm around his waist, pulling the boy flush against his hard chest.
"Not so shy touching him in public anymore?" Mingyu teased. If Lucas wasn't mad jealous right now, he'd probably wonder how Mingyu knew about the couple's fight. But he couldn't care less right now. He all but dragged (name) back to the empty classroom, heels clacking against the tiled floor and slammed the door shut.
"What's wrong with you Lucas ?"
"ME? The fuck's wrong with him? How dare he lay his hands on MY boyfriend?" Lucas fritted his teeth.
"I might as well let him. Since YOU'RE so ashamed of touching me. I bet, with his huge arms and adonis-like body, he can easil-"
"You mean, these?" Lucas threw his stupid smirk (name)'s way as he flexed his massive biceps that threatened to spill out of his half-tee.
"Lucas! W- what if someone sees us? The door has a huge window" (name) stuttered, turned on by his boyfriend's manly display.
"I don't give a fuck anymore." Lucas said, taking off his shirt over his head in one swift motion, using only one hand.
Throwing shame out the window as all coherent thought left his body, (name) ran firm hands all over the muscle mass that was rock hard under the touch. He squeezed the giant pecs as Lucas made them bounce. "You like that?" He smirked.
"So fucking much, you're so big and strong for me." (name) moaned, latching his mouth to suck on the bulge of Lucas' biceps, the giant flexing them hard in (name)'s mouth. The musky scent of sweat filled the air making (name) hornier as the recalled how hot Lucas looked playing basketball earlier, all sweaty and pumped up.
He ran his tongue over all his muscles: the abs, the meaty chest, the armpits, licking every crevice of the result of his boyfriend's hard work.
Lucas moaned, throwing his head back, grabbing a fistful of (name)'s hair as he pushed him further towards his body.
"Yeahh, worship those muscles like the good boy you are."
"You're so fucking hot, baby. Look how fucking huge you are."
Lucas growled, turning (name) around harshly, removing the string of his dress with one hand, the piece of fabric falling aside at once.
"This little pussy is mine" He landed a smack on (name)'s hole, cupping him hard through his panties, the boy shaking from the recoil of Lucas' strength. "Gonna ruin it with my fat cock, baby."
"Yes, daddy. Do it, fuck me!" (name) cried.
Lucas delivered more slaps on his clothed cunt, (name) tearing up and thrashing from the impact, but Lucas held him in place with one hand and he continued using the other to smack his pussy. "Crying already? Wait till I'm done with you. you're gonna cry harder than now, begging me to stop, but I won't."
(name) sobbed at the prospect, loving every second of it. Lucas grabbed a fistful of the boy's ass, kneading the flesh hard, digging his nails deep into his plump flesh. "You have the fattest fucking ass" Lucas groaned, slapping it hard again, and again, and again.
"I'll make sure this fat ass bounces when I fuck you."
Lucas turned him around, grabbing him by the back of his thighs and lifting him up easily.
"Ah! Lucas, fuck! You're so strong."
"Yeah? Want me to throw you around? Use my muscles to manhandle you and fuck you real hard, huh? Like this" Lucas lifted him up in the air and threw him on the desk. He leaned in, pushing his muscular body flush against (name)'s soft one.
He grabbed the boy's neck, squeezing it hard and forcing him to look him in the eyes. "I'm going to wreck you."
"Please" (name) choked out.
Lucas released his grip, sliding the panties clean off and shoving three of his fingers in.
"Look at how small your little clit is, baby. This is so cute, I'm gonna enjoy stretching it out."
He rubbed his calloused thumb on his swollen clit, teasing it in circles as he pushed his thick fingers deeper, adding his pinky.
"Fuck! Oh my god, you're so deep. I can't.
"That's right. Scream my name. Make everyone hear that you belong to me." The giant rammed his digits harder, abusing (name)'s sensitive spot. His body jerked forward and fell on the table behind him, hands scrambling for support.
"Fuck! I can't, please-ah!"
Lucas didn't relent, adding his pinky to the mix, his knuckles rubbing against (name)'s walls. "Take it! Take it like a good boy."
The taller boy continued his merciless assault, ramming his thick fingers in and out of his boyfriend. (name) felt the familiar knot in his stomach as the pressure kept building. "Cumming, please-!"
"Yeah? Gonna cum? Gonna cum all over my fingers? Cum like the good boy you are."
(name) did as told, clenching and shaking, squirting all over his boyfriend's fingers. Lucas took out his digits slowly, admiring the mess, licking his fingers clean and tasting his boyfriend's juices.
"Fuck, you're delicious. Turn around."
"W-wait, I'm sensitive-!"
"I don't fucking care. I'm gonna eat this pussy till I'm satsified. "
(name) turned and laid down, the hard wood of the desk supporting his back. Lucas grabbed him by the ankles and hooked them over his broad shoulders, spreading his legs apart. His heels almost reached the top of the man's back, but it did not deter him as he leaned down and pressed a kiss on the wet slit, his warm breath fanning over (name)'s sex.
"You look so beautiful right now. Your tits spilling out of your bra, and your legs spread wide for me."
Lucas dove right in, burying his face in the boy's pussy, licking and sucking at the swollen clit.
"Ah, Lucas-fuck! So good"
(name) gripped the hair on the man's head, bucking his hips as he was sent to another realm. He felt the wet tongue prodding and sliding, the sensation overwhelming his body.
Lucas captured (name)'s labia in his mouth, suckling hard between his lips and pulling it back with a pop sound. The lewd action made (name) cry out as he was eaten out, his pussy abused and raw, the man's tongue lapping at his entrance.
"Lucas, I-I can't take it. Too much, ahh"
"Yeah? Like how I eat your fucking tight pussy?
Lucas licked and sucked his boyfriend's clit, slurping up the juices from the sensitive hole. "Fuck, I can do this all day."
"L-Lucas, wait! I can't! Please-ah!"
Lucas kept at his pace, eating (name) out, the latter feeling his orgasm approaching rapidly. "I'm-cumming! "
The giant smirked, completely pussy drunk. " Yeah? Eating this little pussy so good, huh? Go ahead and cum all over my tongue, baby. Cum on my fucking face."
(name) was a panting and moaning mess. He couldn't take the pleasure and pain mixed together, and it all culminated as he squirted all over his boyfriend's mouth, the giant swallowing it all up.
Lucas sat on the teacher's desk, pulling (name) harshly onto his lap. He massaged his tits through the bra, growing hornier and more aggressive by the second. He couldn't take his eyes off the beautiful view of his boyfriend in nothing but heels, the black material covering his breasts.
"Take that fucking bra off" Lucas growled, pinching the buds beneath the fabric.
(name) reached behind him and undid the strap, the garment falling and pooling around his waist.
"Fuck" Lucas whispered as he squeezed the soft mounds in his large palms. He brought his head down and suckled the rosy buds, biting them harshly and leaving marks around the skin.
"Oh fuck! Please, more!
"Yeah, you like that? My mouth all over your pretty little tits?"
"Mmm, yes"
Lucas continued his ministrations, slurping noises filling the room as squeezed and sucked harder.
"Oh fuck, I need you, now. Turn around and show me your pretty little ass."
(name) slid off his lap and turned around, his knees resting on the wooden desk and his palms spread in front of him.
Lucas unzipped his pants and pulled out his throbbing cock, already leaking precum. He gave his length a few strokes before sliding the mushroom tip across his boyfriend's pussy, the heat of the wet flesh driving him crazy.
"Please, put it in. Put it in!"
"Yeah? This is what you wanted all along, huh? Wanted to be fucked stupid in the middle of class? Wanted me to breed you full?"
"Fuck yes, please"
Lucas didn't waste any time, grabbing his thick member and pressing the head against (name)'s sopping entrance. The hole twitched at the touch, aching to be filled. He pushed the head in and watched as the hole stretched to accommodate his size, a moan escaping his throat.
(name) whined at the feeling of being filled to the brim. The cock inside him was massive, stretching his insides and reaching the deepest parts of him.
Lucas grabbed his boyfriend's waist and rammed into him, his cock disappearing into the warm cavern. "Fuck! You feel so fucking good, babe".
The man kept his pace, his thrusts getting deeper and rougher. He leaned forward and bit the boy's earlobe, whispering filthy nothings to him.
"You take my cock so well, huh? Such a fucking good little boy.
"Ahh, please. Faster"
"Yeah, you want me to fuck you faster? Wanna feel my cock in your stomach? Wanna be fucked stupid?"
"Please! I'm so close, please let me cum!"
Lucas grabbed his boyfriend by the back of his neck and pushed his face down on the table, his hips never ceasing their movements. Lucas' strength never failed to amaze (name). He always sent himself over the edge thinking how the giant could easily snap him into two.
"Ah, I'm- I'm cumming!
"Go ahead and fucking cum. Squeeze my dick, milk me dry."
(name) shook as he squirted all over the thick cock, his walls tightening and convulsing around his boyfriend's length.
"Ah, fuck!"
Lucas slammed his hips forward, his balls smacking the boy's ass cheeks. His seed flooded the insides, filling him up to the brim and painting his walls white.
He pulled out his length and watched the cum trickle down the boy's thighs, the sight making him twitch.
(name) laid exhausted on the desk, his eyes shut and his lips parted. Lucas tucked his dick back in his pants and carried his boyfriend bridal style, the boy resting his head on the man's broad chest.
Lucas kissed his forehead as he left the classroom, carrying his boyfriend to his car.
Little did they know, they were being watched in this classroom, yet again.
Kim Mingyu let out ragged breaths, his head against the cold wall of the lecture halls, eyes closed and lips parted. He was sweating profusely and his jeans felt unbelievably tight. As he came down from his high and removed his hands from over his crotch, he looked down to see what the stickiness was.
He was so crazy over seeing (name) being wrecked in nothing but heels that he came in his pants.
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FOREVER • KUN
PAIRING: Qian Kun x Male Reader
GENRE: Smut, Fluff (?)
WARNINGS: Unprotected Sex, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Praising Kink, Pet Names, Hickeys, Age Difference, Poor Attempt at Romance, (More of a Kun-centric fic??? idk it's my first time writing in years), NOT PROOFREAD
Word Count: 2,161
Summary: Kun and male reader making love.
Note: This was supposed to be uploaded last March but was delayed for some reason. Feedback and tips would be very much appreciated. ^~^
Maybe it’s because of the cloudy, lazy weather. Maybe it’s because you looked so dashing in the warm confines of his hoodie that was big for you. Maybe it’s because he looked so hot and irresistible with nothing but sweatpants on. Or maybe the tension is just too strong to beat, that all said clothes are now discarded on the floor as want and lust takes over. You couldn’t (or have no plans to) resist as your sugar daddy pins you under him and dances his tongue with yours in a heated kiss, which he plans to take further. Who would, if it was the sexy, dominant bachelor Qian Kun devouring you right now?
Just exactly how did everything lead to this? As far as you can recall, it will be your fourth year together with Qian Kun in a few days. Qian Kun, CEO of Wang Technologies, known for manufacturing the world’s finest and advanced aircrafts. His love for flying and skydiving has influenced the company, making the products untouchable ever since it was passed down to his dexterous, meticulous hands. It all started when you, a struggling second year nursing student bumped into him in the grocery. Perhaps you were both busy looking at the aisle of snacks when you bumped each other, his hot coffee spilling on you and ruining your laptop as a result.
Stunning was an understatement when you first saw him. Unlike all men who just shrugged off and walked away when they inconvenienced you, Kun showed you his handsome, apologetic smile as he cleaned the mess himself and even paid for all your groceries. Before you parted ways, he gave you a contact card. Sketchy? Maybe. But still, you made an appointment with his office and prepared Ten’s phone number in case something happened to you. Little did you know, Kun was looking for a sugar baby. That day gained you unlimited access to his unlimited wealth... and the start of a new relationship.
Unlike all of the men you’ve dated, Kun did not insist on sleeping with you immediately. In fact, your relationship was far from overly sexual. Cuddles and dates most of the time. Kun helping you with your studies in practical ways, such as lending you his veiny arms when you practiced your nursing subjects. Healthy home-cooked meals made by his health-conscious ass (but that didn’t stop you from buying bubble tea). Thanks to him, you left the cram dorm and moved in with him in his modern, luxurious condo. A few vacations every year in and out of the country. A lot of advice that saved you from consequences you’re more than grateful to have not experienced. He does not demand for sex. In fact, the both of you only get intimate when you consented to.
“Love,” he deeply moans before kissing your neck. He licks and bites the spots that make your mind go haywire, unable to process anything but pleasure and the buildup of anticipation of him entering you and rearranging your guts. Kun, being his observant and very capable self, gives the slightest almost teasing, light touches over your torso before fondling your erect nipples, only making you croak out for more. You lift your torso up in an effort to have more of his touches; Kun obviously noticed that. He knows you want, rather, yearn for something else.
At lightning speed, your shorts are thrown into the messy floor and you feel two long, slender fingers rubbing on your rim as if begging for intrusion, which you are always willing to give. Kun lifts one of your legs over his shoulder before adding another finger to penetrate your puckered hole. You could only grunt and curse as his fingers immediately rubbed and poked your prostate, never failing to make your toes curl and breath hitch in bliss.
One thing about Kun, he loves seeing you crumble under him. Being the dominant he is, it is his absolute pleasure to see you go crazy under him. It uplifts his ego knowing only he is the one capable to make you feel sexual pleasure and meet all your expectations and needs. He loves seeing you melt with only his slightest touch, just like right now with you tugging on his gorgeous dark locks as he continuously rubs and jabs at your abused prostate while stretching your hole for his cock. Your eyes clenched shut, toes curled hard, your never ending mewls and whimpers, your dick leaking with massive amounts of precum are such a sight to behold. Kun is more than lucky to witness this sight every day and time he wants to.
"Does that feel good, baby," Kun kisses your forehead as he whispers with his deep, gentle, caring voice, sending tingles of pleasure all over your body. "Good boy, you're taking my fingers so well~ who's my good boy?" Kun coos as he kisses your cheek and watches you with his oh-so-loving gaze. His hands never stop playing and fondling your nipples, making you unable to talk. He knows what he wants to hear from you. He wants you to whimper and moan under him, and he gets that easily.
"D-Daddy," you managed to croak out. Kun notices and slows down, making your mind clearer as you speak to him.
"I want you, daddy, please!" Small beads of tears trickle down your cheeks. "Fuck me, please, daddy," you clench and unclench around his fingers.
Kun gazes at you sweetly before withdrawing his fingers from your hole, leaving you needy and clenching into nothingness. "How do you want me, baby," he leaves kisses all over your face as he pumps his hardening cock.
"Anything, please, daddy!" You were practically begging to be fucked. "Just want you inside me," you choked as you looked at him needily.
Kun doesn't like you begging, unless he feels like teasing you and wants to see you cry for his cock. But today is not one of those days. "Let daddy take care of you, love~" he whispers deeply into your ear before generously lubing your entrance, then his leaking cock, knowing how wet you both want your sessions to be.
You spend your time kissing fervently as he gently enters you. He takes his time penetrating you, making sure to hit all the sweetest spots and crevices of your hole. He whispers the sweetest praises lovingly, just like he did when it was your first; he fucks you like it’s your first almost every time. The softness of his voice and actions just make you want to surrender yourself to him and give him your fullest trust.
Kun swallows the whiny moans you let out as you pull him by his nape for a deeper kiss. You clamp your hole tight around Kun as a signal to move; observant daddy didn’t need to be told twice. He lodges himself slowly and gently inside you, making you feel different sweet sensations as he inches deeper and deeper. Kun dances his tongue with yours and kisses you deeper, gaining more access to explore the insides of your mouth. His hands never stopped playing with the pink, erect buds caused by all the increasing arousal. Your weeping dick is not ignored by Kun as he reaches out for it before giving it the sweetest of strokes.
Having Kun plunge his cock inside you is one pleasurable moment. And him jerking you off and toying with the most sensitive parts of your body is another, making you ignore the squelching sounds of his cock sliding inside you and how awfully hoarse your voice is as you moan out loud. He doesn't mind it. In fact, he loves seeing you vulnerable under him.
His warm breath hits your sin glistening with sweat as he releases the sexiest of grunts. Kun is one who loves playing with different rhythms and he knows the best ways to make you bring out the sweetest of moans. One minute he speeds up, not giving your abused prostate a break, then slows down right after. Not painfully slow, but the slow pace where you feel the entirety of his length and girth dragging along the walls of your hole, hitting all the perfect spots inside you.
"Such a good fucking boy~ taking daddy's cock like the good boy you are," he moans, leaving sweet kisses all over your neck. The sweet praises were oh-so-sweet, that you don't notice Kun lacing your fingers together before pinning them above your head. Beads of sweat emerge from his temple and he lets out his hot breaths and his deep moans.
Only a few thrusts made you lose control over your body, making you surrender to Kun. His touches and thrusts make you lightheaded and dizzy, sending electric pleasure all over your body. A few broken moans escape your lips as Kun begins to bury himself deeper, harder, with your stomach bulging from every powerful thrust.
Without breaking rhythm, Kun shifts you both to your sides and never misses hitting your abused prostate. His thrusts are consistent before they get increasingly harder. Faster. Deeper. His lips find their way to the sweet spot on your neck before giving it the most sensual of licks. Kisses. Bites.
"Fuck, babe~," Kun coos before licking and nibbling your earlobe. "You make me feel so good~ you're such a good fucking boy~," he moans out before holding you closer and thrusts unbelievably deeper in your spooning position. "I won't ever get tired of making love with you~ and I'll do this with you everyday if I could~," he croaks as his thrusts become inconsistent and sloppy, signaling the climax he holds back.
His loving words seem to have had a direct impact on you that you burst your release after he said those sweet words. Your climax had your toe curled, legs trembling, eyes clenched shut, hands gripping the sheets and a moaning mess while Kun continued lodging himself inside you. He grunts and curses out loud, releasing his cum inside your wet heat.
His thrusts make you cry in overstimulation as he milks every single drop of your climax. He leaves kisses all over your face as he hugs your sobbing figure close to him before everything goes black. All you remember is Kun’s arms cradling you as he whispers the sweetest praises and loving affirmations.
The empty spot next to you wakes you up. The sweet aroma of waffles and butter brings you to your senses followed by the fragrance of brewed coffee. Kun did not need to be called for as you see his shadow approaching your room. Clad in a fresh pair of Armani boxers is your sugar daddy holding a tray filled with newly cooked waffles and freshly brewed coffee. He looks at you with the most loving gaze that never fails to make your heart flutter as he closes the distance between you.
The next few minutes is just you and Kun quietly enjoying breakfast and each other’s presence. You always want to feel his warm body next to yours. His warm smile. His loving eyes. His goofy, clumsy side. You wish to wake up and spend your life next to him. You live for him. You want to live forever to be with him, no matter what.
Kun breaks the silence when he hums and turns you around, making you straddle his lap. He gives the widest smile as he kisses each one of your hands and leaves peppery kisses all over your face. You only think it’s just Kun being his usual morning self and the next thing he does leaves you abashed with mixed emotions causing you internal turmoil.
His eyes almost disappear as he holds out a simple golden ring accentuated with a tiny, sparkly diamond. He cups your cheek as soon as he sees the first teardrop appear in the corner of your eye. There’s no way. There is no way he is actually proposing to you right now. Overwhelmed, you weakly fall toward him before crying all over his bare chest. He could not help himself either as he cried soon after, hugging you tight in his arms and planting kisses on your head. This is not real. As soon as the tears disappeared and the both of you calmed down, he pulled away before kissing your forehead.
“Y/N, my beautiful Y/N. I want to spend the rest of my life with nobody but you. I don’t want to wait any longer. I want to be your husband, your partner, your best friend forever. My love, let’s get married on our anniversary?”
Suddenly, the world stops. Only one word came out of you that morning. One word that sent you both to tears. One word that brought the golden ring to your finger. One word that starts a new chapter of your lives. One word that made your whole day and led to love-making.
“Yes.”
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so kind
Pairing : Jaehyun NCT x male reader
Genre : smut, soft sex, nipple play, kisses, soft jaehyun
Warnings : NSFW!!
A/N this was requested!! Hope you like it!
Maybe teasing Jaehyun wasn't the best idea in your situation, but it was waaaay worth it than leaving him looking all sexy :(. Now look at you... under his control with his lips latched onto your nipples, biting and licking the poor little buds.
Your whimpers couldn't be held back due to the action of the older. Fucking hell, his lips felt so good on your nipples :( you didn't want him to stop at all. Yet, he did to get to the best part of yous activity.
"Be good for me and spread your legs wide open for me.. I wanna see all of you." He said in his natural deep voice. His tone made your tip so wet :( yet you listened and did what was told. You spread your legs as wide as you can, exposing your musk which made Jaehyun so hard for you :(! You clenched around nothing but air at his deep staring.
"Luckily, you prepped yourself earlier, hm?" He said, now his cock poking your hole. You didn't answer since you were already fucked out by nothing but licks and bites on your pretty nipples. Jaehyun smirked at how messed up you look before pushing in without warning, making your eyes shoot open at the amazing feeling.
Jaehyun already started thrusting in and out of your hole, lord it felt so good to have him so deep inside your guts right now... His thrusting didn't stop at all. He kept on fucking you gently and slow yet so deep. Your moans and whines came into his ear and out the other. It was like music to his ears.
"You like this, hm? Me fucking you so good?" He asked next into your ear, groaning at how warm you felt around his cock.
His words felt like music to your ears, your back arching at how big he felt inside you. "Gonna cum--!!" You managed to say "Come on, cum for me. Make a mess" he said, still thrusting so deep and slow, making you come on the spot!!
Such a good boyfriend
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nobody likes you anyways
pairing :: jung jaehyun x male reader
genres/au's :: smut, college au
viewer rating :: 18+ ; sexual content
content warnings :: cursing, name calling, hate sex sorta, throat fucking, hair pulling, degrading sorta, reader is a shit talker lmao, implied adhd!reader
network tag @preciousillusions-net
word count :: 682
jung jaehyun had always had a way with love and sex. it was the easiest thing ever for him to navigate and deal with, even easier than the many heartbreaks he'd suffered in his life. and he had always considered himself a pansexual of sorts; he had never really been very picky about who he loved.
but l/n m/n was a completely different story.
you were a complete mess. you were absolutely chaotic. you were loud, extremely charismatic and eccentric, and you were an absolute fatmouth. you could never seem to stop talking shit about everyone around you, and very word that came out of your mouth made jaehyun shake with rage.
you were absolutely impossible to be around.
which was why he was so exhausted already after only having been trapped in the library with you for an hour.
"do you ever shut the fuck up??" jaehyun snapped, whipping around to stare daggers into your disgustingly bubbly smile.
"hMMMMMM..." you feigned, "NOPE!" and a playful scream and a laugh escaped your lips as you dodged the third book jaehyun had pelted at you in the past hour.
"if you don't shut the fuck up i'm going to fistfuck your throat." jaehyun hissed, his glare making you freeze. your incessant giggles faltered for a moment before your confidence came back, one single word coming out of your mouth.
"bet."
jaehyun didn't answer for a long moment, simply staring into your eyes, a multitude of emotions you couldn't quite identify flitting through the other boy's unusually warm, chocolate-brown eyes.
"alright, mr. snappy." jaehyun quipped. "you really want it?" he asked.
you nodded.
jaehyun smirked.
"get your bitch-ass over here and take it."
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your face continued to get bright red, your eyes, rolling back into your skull before they fluttered closed as your face continued to get hotter and hotter. you groaned like an animal, the sound making jaehyun's cock vibrate as he fucked your throat. he chuckled, his grip on your hair tightening. you let loose another whoreish moan that was muffled by jaehyun's cock, and your pride skyrocketed through the roof as jaehyun groaned, his already painfully tight grip on your hair tightening again until your scalp sort of started to sting.
"you like this, you little bitch?" jaehyun asked smugly, smirking snarkily.
as your mouth was stuffed with cock, your only response was another moan, this one sluttier than the last.
jaehyun growled like a beast, signalling you that his release was coming soon. you smirked internally, knowing he wouldn't last much longer. you closed your eyes again, hollowing out your cheeks and pressing your tongue flat against the bottom of jaehyun's cock to drag him closer to his release.
jaehyun bit his lip and held back a whimper that would not hold up well with his reputation, pulling harder on your hair as he blew his load into your mouth.
"you're such a slut," jaehyun said smugly, "you talk so much big shit, but you'll shut up in a second if it means you get to have your throat fucked. hm?"
you giggled, nodding your head with an innocent smile that caught jaehyun completely off guard.
"...why are you smiling? i just insulted you--" he started, but you cut him off, rolling over on top of him and slamming your lips onto his. you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer.
"y'know the reason i take your bullying is because i think you'd be a lot hotter if you'd just quit being an absolute dick, right?" you asked, wiggling your eyebrows playfully with a grin and a giggle when jaehyun gave you the weirdest, most innocently confused look.
"...what-" jaehyun started, but then cut himself off. "you do know that's literally the most wrong, stupid, dangerous, self-abusive, idiotic thing you've ever said?!?"
"yes, jaehyun, i'm aware that i'm an idiot."
"...i have nothing to say. no comment."
you giggled.
"you could fuck my throat again~" you prompted.
"...or i could just punch you?" he replied hopefully, but with a giggle of his own this time.
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winwin fake moans audio
✿ cw: nsfw, moans, nude, cum✿
✿ top male reader x sub!bottom winwin ✿
You invited Winwin for a movie night at your home. He chooses a romantic movie, then lies face down in your bed to watch the drama on the big screen that you organized on the wall. You lie next to him and start to watch drama with him. When the hot kiss scene in the drama comes, you both look at each other and laugh so hard. But your cock was exploding with horniness, and you suddenly think you are fucking Winwin, like the male lead fucking the female lead in the drama that you are watching. You really loved the movie, but now you can't focus on the movie; all you do is stare at Winwin. His glossy lips that covered by lip balm, his pointy ear that you could probably suck all day, and his collarbone that you can see under his unzipped nightwear. He suddenly turned his head toward you and caught you staring at him. You feel it, so your heart leaps. You turn your face so fast to the screen and pretend to watch the movie, but you feel Winwin is still staring at you. The cute man who was giggling the whole day at the movie suddenly changed. You feel this, and you can feel this change in his eyes. Winwin held your chin and turned your head to himself but didn't say anything, and this makes you more nervous. You are wishing for him to speak in your mind so the atmosphere can change. Also, your horniness is on point, and you never felt this sexual tension with anyone else. Winwin stared at you for almost 2 minutes, then pushed you a little bit to turn your body to himself. He caught you, unprepared. Your woody was almost exploding under your pajamas, and Winwin saw it and stared at it, but he still didn't say a single word for minutes, and you felt so ashamed. He pulled himself closer to you and suddenly put his left palm on your woody and started to rub your cock with his hand. You reach him and start to kiss him aggressively while he was rubbing your cock slowly, and he removes his hand and puts his forefinger on your lip, finally saying a single sentence in your ear: "Slow down, slow down, I'm not running anywhere." Your back tingled so badly with his seductive voice. You feel like you can't breathe because you want to fuck him so bad, but you let him direct me and make this night unforgettable. He started to kiss you slowly; he was holding ur head with his right hand and rubbing your cock slowly while you were holding his head with ur two hands, and you let him kiss you at whatever speed he wanted. You couldn't hold Yourself anymore, and said, "Sorry." Then you turned his back toward you and rubbed your erected penis with his booty that was on your lap. Winwin made you stop rubbing your cock, then he started to rub his ass on your cock. This was more satisfying.
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While Winwin was aggressively pushing his ass into your lap and rubbing it, you hugged him with your right hand over him, then slowly led your hand inside his pajamas and boxer. You hold his cock, and he was also erected, and you start to give him the best handjob you ever did while he was still rubbing his ass with you. He suddenly stopped rubbing his and pushed your hand, who was hand-jobbing on his cock. He stood up on your bed, suddenly threw his pajamas and blanket next to the bed, and laid face down in front of you. "Fuck me like the man fucked that girl in this movie; make me scream; push my limits." Winwin stopped, then added, "Daddy." "Please, I want to feel every inch of your monster cock." Winwin is lying down in front of you and offering his booty to you. You hold your cock with your right hand, handjob a little bit to make your cock a little bit harder to make it ready to put inside Winwin's booty. You put the forefinger of your other hand inside Winwin's butthole. He didn't react, then you increased your fingers, put your three fingers inside him, and pushed them deeper as much as you could, and Winwin finally let out a big scream. This means his booty is ready to fuck. You lie over him. Rubbing your cock to his bare ass, then holding the tip of your cock and slowly putting it in Winwin's hole. It was so warm that if you didn't hold yourself, it would already make you cum inside him. You put your whole cock inside him, then start to push your cock inside him. A big moan came from his lips while you were thrusting with all your might. The bed was cracking in your every move when you pushed yourself inside his hole deeper. Winwin was moaning so hard that you could feel you were hitting the right spot in his hole. Winwin is taking your cock all at once and asking you to push harder every single time when you thrust deeper. His seductive moans turn into screams, so you put the boxer that he throws next to the bed inside his mouth. His last word before you put that boxer inside his mouth was "My hole is so hungry for your cock." Winwin dropped a big cumshot on your clean sheet because his cock was also rubbing with the bed whenever you thrust him deeper. After Winwin is done, it's your time to cum.
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Winwin's ass was drilled by your monster cock during the entire sex, and his booty cheeks turned red after your slaps. Your thrusting speed is getting faster and faster, and Winwin's moan increases due to the strength that you apply inside deepening his hole. His repetitive moans increased. You finally feel the cold-big cumshot on the tip of your cock while your cock is still inside Winwin. You wanted to drop your entire cumshot inside him once, so you took your body a little back and thrust with all your strength. Winwin was sweating so hard while moaning so hard. You cummed inside Winwin's warm hole. Then you hugged him with your arms for minutes while your cock was still inside his warm hole and Winwin was still breathing so loudly and aggressively with the boxer inside his mouth.
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The Boy Next Door
Minors DNI
Summary: You recently moved into a new town, so you decided to talk a walk around. While trying to find your way around you bump into your new neighbor, Jeno Lee, who's willing to show you around.
Warnings: Pet names, Dom!Jeno, big dick Jeno, Oral sex (male receiving), cum swallowing, Male reader, hand job, Jeno's trying his best to hold back
Wordcount: 3k
Your parents just finished helping you move some of your boxes into your new apartment in town. You only moved so you could attend the nearby university, but they acted like you were leaving for war. Asking almost every five seconds, “Are you sure you wanna live here?” Or trying to get you to promise you’ll call every week. You had to push them out the door as you told them goodbye. They went down the stairs, telling you how much they loved you every few steps. You watched them walk to their car, about to close your door, until you saw your mom stop to talk to two guys.
You held the door open just enough to see what was going on. There were two men; one tall with black hair and a white sleeveless shirt with muscular arms, but his back was to you so you couldn’t see his face. The other was shorter than him with longer black hair with a black jacket and jeans, also facing away from you. You were tempted to go downstairs and push your mom into the car, but you saw her point at your apartment door and the two guys turned to look. You closed the door before you got to see their faces at all, feeling your ears and cheeks warming up.
“Goddammit,” you cursed to yourself as you went to start unpacking. You had a feeling that your mom was meddling in your life already, one of the reasons you’d left home in the first place. You started unpacking your clothes from your suitcases, the rest of the boxes would be brought in by the movers who would be around later in the day.
About twenty minutes into unpacking, there was a knock at the door.
You answered it, opening it slowly. “Yes?”
There were two men at your door, whom you recognized as the ones whom your mom spoke to. The shorter one waved, “Hi! I’m Renjun, and this is Jeno,” he pointed at the taller man behind him. Renjun had two-toned hair going from black to silver, straight eyebrows, and a frame that would put most people into gender envy in a moment. While Jeno, has an even tan, an incredible jawline, and a side profile that should’ve been the face of a magazine. Jeno didn’t speak very much, but he was watching every move you made, it felt like he was sizing you up… “Your parents stopped us when we were coming back from our errands and let us know that you’re our neighbor! So I thought it would be a good idea to come over and meet you.” You tried to focus on Renjun speaking to you, but it was had with Jeno looking so intently at you.
“T-That’s really nice of you. I’m y/n.” You replied.
You and Renjun talked for a few minutes. He told you that he’s a student–and so is Jeno, at the university. They’ve been here a year and are part of a friend group that Renjun wanted to introduce you to. As Renjun was telling you about his friends, you could hardly hear him clearly over the sound of your heart. It was racing with anxiety from Jeno staring at you.
Renjun looked off, thinking of anything else to say. “I think we have to do more stuff around town, but I hope we can see you again soon! I’ll call the others over and we can maybe do something all together.”
You smiled shyly, “Yeah, that sounds great.”
Renjun and Jeno went into their apartment, Jeno made eye contact with you just as soon as he turned to close and lock his door. And when you closed your door, it felt like you finally snapped back to reality. You tried to shake off the feelings and continue unpacking.
After a few hours, the movers arrived at your apartment and started moving in the furniture. So you took that as a chance to get out and explore a little of the area around the apartment. You told the movers where you’d like things and to contact you when they finished, and then you took off.
The town was pretty nice. Kind-of quiet except for campus, so you spend most of your time walking around the school. Trying to see where your classes would be and finding relaxing places on campus for future study plans. You spent more time mindlessly walking before you realized you didn’t know where you were.
You reached in your pocket to try and google your way back home–but couldn’t find it. You searched all your pockets again and checked around on the ground, even walking around some of the places you’d been before. It was gone. You sat down on a nearby bench with no phone and even more lost than you started.
“Well… Shit.” You cursed under your breath, trying to think of a solution. You closed your eyes trying to think back to when the last time you saw your phone was and where you might’ve left it. You remember using it in the car with your parents, but when you started moving it was a blur–a sudden shock of cold hit your neck and snapped you out of thought. You shot up, eyes wide, “WHAT THE FUC–”
You saw Jeno standing next to you, looking deep into your eyes, with a bottle of water in his hand.
“Oh… hey Jeno,” you sat back down.
“Hey.” He said back, handing you the water this time.
You gently took it back from him.
“What’s going on?” His voice was deep and vibrated your eardrums listening to it.
“It’s nothing, I think I dropped my phone somewhere. And I’m a little lost, so I don’t know how exactly to walk back home from here.” It felt more embarrassing to say it out loud,
Jeno’s eyes were soft with understanding. “Do you to borrow my phone, to call it?” Jeno offered his phone to you.
You took it and typed in your number. It rang a few times before someone picked up. “Hello?”
You were shocked to hear your mom on the other side of the phone. “Mom!? Why do you have my phone?”
“Y/n! I found it in the car! You must’ve left it here. I’ll bring it over tomorrow.”
You could slam your head on a tree. Now you’ll have to kick her out again when she comes over… But at least your phone wasn’t stolen.
“Who’s phone are you calling from?”
You tried to wrap up your call with your mom quickly as she started asking questions. “It’s my neighbor’s, he’s going to help me get back home. I gotta go now, bye.” You hung up before she could continue the interrogation.
You turned to Jeno with a shy smile. “My mom has it… I left it in her car.”
He nodded a little. “Do you need to do anything else, or should we head back to the apartment?”
“We can go back, I have nothing else to do.”
You followed Jeno to the parking lot. Since school hadn’t started yet there weren’t any cars other than a black motorcycle waiting in the parking lot.
“Is this yours?” You pointed at it.
He smiled, “Y-yeah, I fixed it myself.” His smile made his whole demeanor seem softer and you felt a knot in your stomach swell.
He reached into his backpack and handed you a helmet with a bunch of video game stickers on it. “I wasn’t expecting company, so I only have one helmet.” You struggled to put it on until Jeno took it from you and slid it onto your head. “Can you come closer?” He asked.
You shuffled a little closer as you felt his thick arms wrap around you to reach the back of the helmet. You tried to look up at his face, but he moved you back down–leaving you just to stare at his chest. You thought about what it would feel like if you touched it, squishy maybe. Or maybe his harder because he’s moving his arms right now. You could feel yourself twitching at the thought of touching him, but mentally slapped yourself for being so horny. Jeno was just trying to be helpful…
When Jeno finished affixing the helmet to you, he got onto the motorcycle and waited for you to get comfortable behind him. “It’s okay to hold tight, I know it might be scary.” Like he read your mind, he could feel you being hesitant about holding his waist, he pulled your hands around him anyway and made sure you were holding him tight. His waist was surprisingly small for his broad torso.
When Jeno started the engine and the both of you started moving, you gripped a little tighter. He started slowly out of the parking lot and slowly picked up speed on the street. The drive wasn’t very far, but it felt like a movie to you. Riding around, sunset behind you, and Jeno’s insane visual looking over his shoulder at you. There was a bump in the road that shook you a little and your hands loosened their grip a little, in a panic you scrambled to grab onto Jeno again. You held him by the waist of his pants, too scared to shift more. I felt him shift and something hit your hand, something hard.
Was he hard? You thought to yourself. The thought that he was hard while you were pressed against him made you… feeling something. You leaned more into him, letting your hands slowly drift down his stomach. You felt it again, just for a moment.
You needed more. You decided to get a little bolder, reaching down again and rubbing your hand against it. Jeno’s back arched softly and he shifted, almost grinding against your hand.
“Y/n?” Jeno said softly.
You stopped and realized you were home. “Sorry!” You let go and almost fell off the motorcycle.
Jeno’s gaze was sharper than before like he was angry. He opened his mouth to speak, “I–”
“I’m sorry, Jeno. It was an accident, really. I barely noticed it!” You lowered your head in shame.
Jeno walked close to you, so close you could hear his breath hitting the helmet. He unbuckled the helmet in one swift move and slid it off you. “Why are you sorry?” He asked.
You were at a loss. “I… I was–”
“Touching me?” Jeno’s voice was stern.
You braced for him to explode at you, with your eyes closed. But instead, he held your hand and guided it. You felt him again. You opened your eyes to see Jeno slip your hand under his shirt, rubbing you against his abs.
“What’s going on?” You asked.
“You wanted to touch me, right? At least do it where I can see you, and touch you back.” Jeno let go of your hand, leaving it under his shirt and watched you. “So touch me then, you can still do that. Right, Kitty?”
Being called Kitty was almost enough to make you pass out. But being told to basically grope him outside your apartment felt mental. “C-Can’t we go inside,” you begged.
“I’ll only come in you if you want me to.”
You nodded. “I want to inside.”
He chuckled. “Careful what you wish for.”
You brought Jeno to your apartment, fumbling with your keys as he stood almost on top of you.
“You think these walls are soundproof?” He knocked on the wall.
You hurried to get your key out of your pocket and jam it into the lock. You opened the door and held it open for him. Jeno stepped inside and closed the door behind him. He deadbolted the door shut.
“Baby boy, can you hear me?” Jeno said, slowly walking to you.
You stumbled over your words, “y-yes. I can.”
“Then why didn’t you answer me? Are these walls soundproof?”
You shook your head. “I don’t know…”
“Well need to find out then.” He smiled. You felt a rush zip through you, and you felt your tip already creaming from his words. “Come touch me, now.”
You walk to him and awkwardly touch his chest.
He chuckled. “You can have a little fun, I’ll tell you if you do bad.”
You started groping at his body, squeezing his boobs and lightly grinding against his leg. Jeno was wearing a black compression shirt and grey sweatpants, so it showed how much he was enjoying your touch. But his bulge was insane, it was maybe 9 inches long and 3 inches at its thickest part.
Jeno caught you looking. “You did this to me, so you have to accept it.” He pushed your hand down, past his waistband, and you got to hold it in your hands. He was cut, a little hairy, but most importantly huge. It was just as you guessed.
“Don’t sit there, start stroking it.” Jeno was more stern this time.
You softly started moving your hand, and he sucked in sharply. It pulsed and twitched in your hand. His balls were heavy too. He started to push against you, all the way into a wall. His head lay in the crook of your neck and he kissed it while his hands explored your body, focusing on your ass as he skillfully slid your pants off of you. He was really rough, squeezing and slapping it. But he calmed down when he heard you hiss in pain from one smack.
“You okay?” He was colored with concern, but couldn’t bring himself to look at your face. Leaving his head buried in your neck.
“Y-Yes, it was good. Again. Please.”
Hearing you beg, made it difficult for him to try and keep himself together. All parts of him were moving. Jeno moved his legs and hips to time your hands, fucking into them. His mouth was working around your neck. And both his hands were playing with your ass.
The both of you were moaning into each other’s ears, drinking the other’s lust.
“Jeno,” you called. His big cock twitches at the sound of your voice filling his ears. “Kiss me, please.”
He cupped your face. You smashed your lips on him, it was messy and hot, tongue everywhere and spit dripping down your connected mouths. His hands reacted automatically, one hand gripped at your hair and the other groped your ass.
“Y/n, I’m really trying to hold it in, but I don’t know if I can anymore.” Jeno almost whined.
“Just tell me what you want.”
"Baby, I need you.”
“Can I suck your dick?” You asked so politely, how could he refuse? Nodding his head with anticipation. He watched you drop to your knees and slowly slid off his pants. Jeno went commando to the gym today and was even more thankful now. His dick slapped against his stomach as you set it free. Jeno already was moving his hand to your head to move you closer. You take his length into your hands and rub the precum over his tip.
“Holy fuck, you haven’t even started and I already feel like I’m gonna cum,” his voice straining, another groan leaves his lips as you gather spit to lubricate his cock. You decide to take your time, enjoying the way his eyes begged desperately as you give his cock small licks. “ I can’t hold it anymore, gonna fuck your mouth.” Before you could say anything, your mouth is filled with his dick. His hand is pushing you in, the tip of his member is hitting the back of your throat, and his eyes are rolling to the back of his head as he feels you gag on him with each thrust. You could feel every vein on your tongue and the way his length was twitching in your mouth, seconds away from release. Jeno felt you gag really hard, and pulled you away from him to breathe.
He was shaking, weak from your mouth. “Holy… shit.” Jeno was taking deep breaths. “Are you okay beautiful?” He pulled your hair to tilt you to look at him and saw your blissed-out expression, mouth open with your tongue waiting for more. He was stunned.
"More please, Daddy," you mumbled as he gripped the sides of your head, your cheeks flushed and your forehead sweating more and more.
"Daddy's close, little one–can you keep up?" Jeno asked.
You nodded, never breaking eye contact with him.
Jeno slowly slid you back onto him, pushing his was completely inside your mouth. You squirmed and moved, shifting the muscles in your throat. “Y-you’re so tight sweetheart, gripping me so fucking tight,” Jeno swiped a tear away from your eye. “N-Now let’s take a minute. I don’t wanna cum yet.”
You wanted him to finish in your mouth. Now.
You started moving on your own. You gave licks to the underside as his dick was deep in your throat. With one final push, you bottomed out on his cock and deepthroated him fully, leaving Jeno’s mind hazy and body shaking. He tried to push you away or slow you down, but he was too weak to stop you. “Cumming,” he whispered, throwing his head back as his muscles tensed with every spurt of cum he releases into your pretty little throat. Jeno came hard, your name spilling out of his mouth as he rode his orgasm.
You dutifully swallow everything. He had a lot stored. Jeno slid down the wall, chest heaving up and down, trying to catch his breath, some of his hair plastered to his forehead and his temple.
Breathlessly, Jeno spoke, “I told you… I wasn’t ready. I didn’t get to fuck you yet.”
You giggled. “There’s always another time. I don’t think you can survive a round two with me.”
You slowly helped Jeno to his feet and pulled up his pants. His cock still coated in your spit. “Will I see you again?” You asked.
He mindlessly nodded. “I’d really like that.”
You kiss him on the cheek, smiling as if you didn’t just suck out his soul. “Then, I’m sure Renjun is waiting for you. Come by whenever you’re ready for that next time~”
Jeno slowly walked out the door in a haze, toward his apartment. “I’ll be back tomorrow.”
You heard his door open and then shut.
“Jeno, where were you!?” Renjun shouted.
You closed your door and started unpacking your boxes. Looking for enough of a surprise to get Jeno ready for tomorrow.
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SEX & MANIPULATION, LEE JENO.
001. pairing. lee jeno x male reader
002. genre. smut.
003. warnings. manipulative ex-boyfriend jeno, possessiveness, there's no plot at all 💀, rough jeno, dirty talk, degradation
004. man im bored. just finished writing a dojaejung smut lol, 'm just gonna edit and post whenever i can. lovelots. also, work of fiction :: reblogs and interactions are very much appreciated
thinking hardly about jeno, your ex-boyfriend, who is still in love with you but is possessive of you, and he refuses to acknowledge it. he's toxic, controlling, manipulative, and gaslights you nonstop.
he just won't let you go out alone, and he controls your wardrobe and choice of clothes. he manipulates you into having sex with him when he gets jealous, reminding you that your body only belongs to him.
one day, you have an argument with jeno that left you both screaming at each other. you're tired of his toxicity, and it's making you confused about whether he loves you or not, but the fight only got nasty, and you end up slapping him. he slaps you back before grabbing you by the hair and forcefully making out with you.
he's going to have you crying on his cock, and you better take it seriously - whimpering, squealing, shaking, he's going to make you a fucking mess. and from that point on, you're moving in with him because he's never going to let you go again.
"you're such a fucking brat," jeno growls, grabbing your jaw and forcing you to look at him. "do you know how many times i've had to hold myself back from tearing your clothes off in public? how many times i've had to listen to other guys talk about wanting to fuck you?"
you try to pull away, but jeno's grip is too strong. "let go of me!" you scream, struggling against him.
"not until you fucking apologize," he snarls, his lips brushing against yours. "not until you admit that you're mine and that nobody else is allowed to touch you."
"i'm not yours," you hiss, trying to push him away. "i belong to myself."
jeno's eyes darken, and he grabs your hair, pulling your head back. "you belong to me," he growls, his lips crashing down on yours. his tongue forces its way into your mouth, and you moan despite yourself, your cock growing hard in your pants.
"fuck," jeno mutters, feeling your erection. "you like this, don't you? you like being dominated like the filthy whore you are."
"no," you gasp, but jeno doesn't believe you. he pushes you onto the bed and rips your clothes off, his eyes gleaming with possessiveness.
"you're going to be mine," he whispers, his fingers playing with your cock. "nobody else is going to touch you, do you understand me?" you nod, feeling a mixture of fear and arousal. jeno's possessiveness is both frightening and intoxicating, and you can't resist him any longer.
he pushes his cock into you, and you cry out in pleasure and pain. jeno fucks you hard, his hands gripping your hips as he pounds into you relentlessly. you're whimpering and shaking, your cock pulsing in time with his thrusts.
"you're mine," jeno growls, his eyes locked onto yours. "you belong to me, and nobody else." you nod, unable to resist his possessiveness any longer. you're his, and you know it. from that point on, you're moving in with him, and you're never going to leave his side again.
jeno continues to pound into you relentlessly, his hips slamming against yours with a force that leaves you breathless. you wrap your legs around his waist, holding onto him for dear life as he takes you to new heights of pleasure.
"who do you belong to?" jeno growls, his grip on your hips tightening. "tell me, baby. tell me who owns this tight little hole."
"you do, daddy," you moan, feeling the heat building inside you. "i belong to you."
"that's it," jeno hisses, his pace quickening. "you're mine. my little slut. my dirty little secret."
you cry out as he hits that sweet spot deep inside you, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. jeno grunts, his own release imminent as he continues to thrust into you with abandon.
finally, he slams into you one last time, filling you up with his hot cum. you scream his name, your own orgasm washing over you in a wave of ecstasy.
jeno collapses on top of you, both of you panting and sweating from the intensity of your lovemaking. "that's right, baby," he whispers in your ear. "you're mine. and i'm never letting you go."
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Midday Reverie
Pairing: omega!Jaehyun x alpha!reader
Genre: Enemies to lovers (kind of), omegaverse, slow burn, smut.
Word count: 22.5k
Summary: After moving to the countryside to protect himself from hunters, Jaehyun is finally content: not only he lives away from omega stereotypes, but manages to get himself a job at the local sex shop. Everything is perfect until a huntress comes to town — one that, much to his surprise, is an alpha. And his mate.
Warnings: If you’re big/educated on omegaverse, know that I made the pairing a little non-traditional, with female alpha being able to get impregnated by a male omega. For smut, expect oral and unprotected sex, biting, scenting, toys, shibari, and extreme emotional involvement. This fic also contains mentions of death and descriptions of violence.
N/A: Wow, this was finished way faster than I intended. I hope you enjoy it! ♡
© This fic is an original work by jaevie, 2023.
After years of running and hiding, Jung Jaehyun could say that, for once in his life, he was happy, safe and free.
The countryside observed his absolute content — a young man with a serene complexion, glasses on his nose and thick black hair caressed by the sea-scented wind — as he walked downtown. Attracted to beautiful things, the sun petted the top of his head. Even the soothing landscapes kept an eye on him: the historical houses carved into the hills, the imponent cliffs, the flower fields extending their arms into the horizon, and the never-ending ocean who occupied itself leaving giggly pecks on the shore, a kiss marked by the whitest foam.
The small town Jaehyun had chosen to live in was graced with more than natural beauties, as a colorful village thrived in the middle, very similar to an artist’s canvas. Medieval but also vibrant, with several shades of bricks decorating the buildings, streets and squares. The air was often dense with the smell of bread coming from the bakery, fresh pasta from the restaurants, and flowers from the shops.
It was such a lovely place. Perfect for an omega.
Although many hurtful lies had been spread about his kind, Jaehyun accepted the truth. He was a gentle soul, patient, understanding and sensitive to other’s feelings. However, he was not what others claimed omegas to be: so weak and submissive he would beg for love and affection; so unable to control himself his hormones would turn him into an animal. And finally, Jaehyun believed, with his entire heart, that he did not need to rely on an alpha to be happy or to find purpose in life.
So when he noticed how cruel life could be, how omegas were treated unfairly and how the government was paying hunters to keep them under control, Jaehyun ran away. Thankfully, it worked out.
The small bell on the door rang softly when he stepped in, finding his boss already inside the shop. “Good morning, Jae!” Haechan cooed, expressive brown eyes matching his big grin.
“Good morning!” Jaehyun put his bag aside, noticing a bunch of new boxes on the floor. “I see the packages arrived.”
“These are going to sell like water!” Haechan nearly jumped from excitement. Had he not been human, he was probably going to be an omega too. Sometimes, Jaehyun wished he could actually like Haechan: that the shop owner’s scent edged him on, and that Haechan’s gaze could make him blush. Things would be a lot easier if Jaehyun could fall for a human. “Here are the new plugs, the clit suckers are there, and these…” Haechan opened one of the boxes, removing a toy Jaehyun had never seen. It had two different ends connected by a string: a white vibrator and a clitorial sucker. Yellow, blue and pink flowers were imprinted all over it. Quite honestly, it seemed to match a little girl’s birthday party. “This is the revolution, my friend. It sucks the clit while the vibrator thrusts itself in.”
Jaehyun’s eyes widened. Technology was really wild those days. “Wow!”
“I know! People can use it on their own and with their partners. Amazing, isn’t it?” Then, Haechan handed the toy over. “Here, this one is yours. Use it and give me your opinion. We need honest, accurate reviews.”
Jaehyun swallowed, shifting uncomfortably on his feet as he felt the toy in his hands, rubbing his thumb against the smooth silicone. Perceptive as a fox, Haechan noticed his hesitation. “What’s wrong?”
“I don’t have anyone to try this with.” Jaehyun smiled without showing his teeth, dimples coming out shyly.
“Well, my boy, you can always try. Go out tonight and find yourself a lady. You don’t have to marry her, just a night will do,” Haechan encouraged with gentle taps on Jaehyun’s shoulder.
Deep inside, Jaehyun wished he could explain that his nature was way more complex. He was an omega, and omegas sought to have mates for life. Someone they could trust and thrive with, someone to complement their skills, to be nice to them. To build them a nest and keep them nice and warm. But no one should know about his nature. It was only going to put him in danger.
Laughing it off, Jaehyun kept his secret buried in his chest.
Heachan left after checking the storage to meet the marketing agency he had hired, leaving Jaehyun by himself. It was nothing unusual. Most of Jaehyun’s days were spent at the shop, anyway. He put all his efforts into keeping everything neat and being as attentive as he could muster, recommending the best toys for what the customers looked for. There wasn’t a single question he would not reply. At the end of the day, people felt comfortable to open up and listen, because there wasn’t anyone more patient and gentle-mannered than the sex shop’s salesman. And, obviously, comfortable customers made bigger purchases.
That was one of the reasons Haechan loved having Jaehyun as his employee. The other reason was Jaehyun’s looks. He was like an angel, with peachy skin, lively brown eyes, manly eyebrows and broad shoulders; Jaehyun was tall, soft and polite, cultured and humble. Haechan could not even guess how many people in town had a crush on Jaehyun, but he guessed the sales increase after his hiring was not a coincidence.
That day went by as ordinary: Jaehyun’s playlist was on in the shop — slow, melodic R&B tones that got the customers asking the name of the songs —, and a few customers arrived to check on new products. The sun was warm and life was good. Average, ordinary. Jaehyun liked it like an anchor liked to sit at the bottom of the ocean.
But when the bell on the door rang its premonitive chant, Jaehyun lifted his face to meet with the end of his peace.
You smelled like fading into sleep beneath the hot sun. Like an alluring adventure, a midday reverie. Orange-like, passionate, summerly. A scent so confident and strong he instantly knew that you were an alpha and that he liked you more than he ever wished to like Haechan. His heart, so candied, desired nothing but to be delicately held by your hands.
You did not look like most alphas, though. You were shorter than Jaehyun, with the average silhouette of a woman. Driven by details, Jaehyun registered the thin silver choker on your neck, from which small diamond stars hung; he took in how your hair crowned your face like moonlight made the night a thousand times more alluring. He looked into your eyes, sharp and dazzling, eyelids so long snowflakes could be captured in them. And the black, long jeans you wore? The oversized suit that combined your powerful aura? You had his knees trembling. Jaehyun stared in awe as you walked inside the shop, exhaling confidence and authority, running those unforgiving eyes on the shelves filled with vibrators, dildos and plugs, until they landed on him.
You tilted your head with a playful grin on your lips. “What’s wrong with your jaw?”
Jaehyun immediately closed his mouth without realizing he had opened it in the first place, his cheeks burning like flames on a stove. “I’m sorry, miss.” Sorry that you were so beautiful and it felt so right to just look at you — and that his mouth salivated at how gorgeously you messed with his brain. “H-how can I help you?”
Your gaze was analytical, cold even through the layers of playfulness. Only then he told himself that you were an alpha, and alphas were not to be trusted. How would he know you weren’t one of those hunters that tracked omegas and forced them into submission? Jaehyun had been lucky in hiding, but he knew most omegas had an unhappy ending. If you were an omega and an alpha caught you, you were sent back to the capital, and once you were there, you were forced to mate with someone your heart did not choose. It was a hideous crime against everything Jaehyun believed in, and he mentally thanked himself for taking his suppressants. That way, you wouldn’t be able to feel his scent. You would not even know he was an omega. Hopefully.
You stepped closer and closer, until Jaehyun could count the pores on your face. “I’m looking for a toy.” Your voice was velvety and calm, like a carpet that took him straight to the loveliest daydream.
Jaehyun nervously fixed his glasses. “Any preferences?”
“I like the flexible and potent ones. Extra points if they’re cute,” you replied, leaning on the counter — your scent, stronger with your proximity, could intoxicate his every blood cell. Why did it sound like he could be the toy you were looking for?
“W-we have this one, it arrived today,” Jaehyun was close to sweating as he handed you the new toy. “This end gives you clitorial stimulation. And this other end is-“
“Perfect for penetration,” you interrupted, using your fingers to explore the end that resembled the shape of a cock. “Does it thrust alone?”
“Yes,” Jaehyun's rosy cheeks embarrassed him further. “Excuse me, miss,” he politely pressed the button to turn the toy on, swallowing when you wrapped your lovely hand around the girth that started moving back and forth in a short, strong speed. He should not be thinking the things he did. God, he should not. “It has five different types of potency too.”
You nodded with a smile that only made you twice as beautiful, so much it was a scandal. “I’ll take it.”
Jaehyun proceeded to wrap the toy box for you, putting it inside the shop customized — but still discreet — bag. When you handed him your credit card, he quickly registered your name, and knew he had to say something else or he was going to regret his silence forever. “Are you new in town?”
“Yes,” you nodded. “I was transferred from the capital.”
“Really? What do you work with?”
“I’m a huntress.” Your honest reply almost made Jaehyun choke on his own saliva, but for the sake of his being, he did not. “You might’ve heard it. Rebellious omegas are moving to small towns, and the government is sending alphas to track them.”
Fuck. How Jaehyun was able to control the absolute agony in his face was even unknown to him. “So you’re an alpha, then…” he hummed as though he had not known.
“Yes,” you grinned like an angel holding a knife on its back, like a snake hidden in the bushes. “You’re not an omega by any chance, are you?” Your tone was mocking: you both knew the chances of an honest answer were low, in case he really was an omega.
“Human,” Jaehyun lied.
“I envy you. Human population is rising, and we are going down,” you sighed. “We wouldn’t, if omegas had the decency to face their destinies.”
Your words were like a sting in his chest. In true honesty, Jaehyun wanted to argue. To tell you what people called destinies was nothing but a way to both control and hurt omegas and alphas. He wanted to tell you what he thought: that omegas had suffered enough, seen as only useful for sex, to stay back home and take care of the kids and the housework while alphas, especially males, ran wild and free. Jaehyun wanted to tell you that your opinion was not only wrong, but violent. It made his heart ache, how you were part of the system he despised.
“I can imagine,” was all he said.
Your eyes held his gaze for a few seconds, as though you were trying to see through him, your nose trained to smell his lies. But you said nothing, accepting when he handed you the bag. “Thank you, mister…?”
“Jung. Jung Jaehyun.”
“I’m Y/N, but you already know that.” With a smile, you turned around to leave. When your hand was on the handle, Jaehyun spoke again.
“Miss, can I ask you a favor?”
“Sure.”
“We still don’t have reviews on the toy you’re taking. With due respect, if you could write yours, so we can anonymously post it, I’d appreciate it.”
Jaehyun did not know how he mustered the courage to ask you that. Just like he didn’t understand how he resisted falling to his knees when you chuckled, frank and gorgeous and just made for him.
“You’ll hear from me soon, Jaehyun.”
Hidden into the dark embrace of the night, you were supposed to delight yourself in its secrets and maneuvers, but it was quite the opposite.
A cold drop of sweat ran down your temple as you squirmed on the bed. Another nightmare. It was as though you smelled the metallic notes of blood on your nose, dense and undeniable, while your mother, lying on the living room floor, tried to push the pup. Your fifth brother.
“He’s not coming out,” your mother insisted, her face salty with excruciating tears and laboring sweat.
Coldly watching from the balcony, your father sighed as if every word coming out of her mouth was made of pure, overreacting drama.
That night, after ten hours of pleading and sobbing, your mother and brother died on the cold floor. A pool of thick blood spread on the rug, and you were once again haunted by how your father told you to get it fucking off his face and clean it.
You woke up with a scream in your throat, that you swallowed harshly as sweat dripped down your nape. That nightmare was more frequent than you would ever like, and it repeated from time to time.
There was no escaping from the things you had seen. There was no exit from the way of the world, how females were meant to breed and bring live to pups. It didn’t even matter if they were alphas, betas or omegas. No woman was safe.
Every day, you did what you did not to end up like your mother. As long as there were omegas to hunt, you were not going to be forcefully paired with a random man that seeked to impregnate you. You would rather hunt a thousand omegas than allow anyone to put a pup inside you.
Even the cute, polite omega you had met that afternoon.
Jung Jaehyun. A name like sugary on your tongue.
Who was he trying to fool with those sweet eyes? Those plush lips, charming dimples, shiny black hair and his soft voice? Who was he trying to fool with that bewitching attitude that flourished right from the courteous and respectful garden of his heart?
You had come across attractive omegas before, with eyelashes so gracious that even the brattiness in their mouths came out alluring and dear, but it was different this time. Your heartbeat had been singing a different melody since you entered that shop, hoping to find another prey that would offer you a pleasing, feisty hunt. However, even the thought of Jung Jaehyun soothed your nightmare’s side effects, helping you focus on the devouring need to bring him to your arms and give him the world. A need so brutal it felt visceral.
You wanted to show him how you looked naked. To see his jaw dropping again, and to show him the true meaning of warmth.
But you had a file on him, a long list of information: where he was born, where his parents lived, what money the government was going to pay you for his capture. You knew his background, a lovely child that wished to be a theme park designer, mom’s only child, the best in class. You also had the address of Jaehyun’s suppressant provider.
All that information was like having a rope around his neck, a rope you were close to tightening in a firm, definitive knot.
“You have to be fucking kidding me,” you chuckled bitterly, using your own blouse to wipe the sweat away from your face, and staring over at the sex toy on the bedside table, the same you had used as your head guided you back to him. His eyes, his hands, his lips.
You knew better than to give your heart any indulgence. Jung Jaehyun was your prey, and you were going to hunt him down.
“So, how was your night? Found a lady to try the new toy with?” Haechan cooed excitedly as he welcomed Jaehyun into the shop the next day.
If Jaehyun could give an honest answer, he would say that he put his vinyl records on, from Frank Ocean to Cigarettes After Sex, lit a musk candle, and counted how many suppressant pills he still had — everything so his mind would not chase you in its eternal longing for romance and belonging. You were a huntress, which severely compromised your morals and sense of judgment. It was so mean of you to do what you did, and still, Jaehyun wished you'd be gentle to him. A type of gentleness that put him to sleep and blew sweet air on his lungs — a type of care that was absolute, inviting and nesting. He wished you could build him a nest, with things that smelled like you, and bury him in your arms after a rough day. There was nothing else in the world that he desired as much.
“Not actually,” Jaehyun scratched his nape softly. “I preferred to stay home.”
“Ah,” Haechan’s excitement shrinked with himself, and he seemed smaller behind the counter. “I didn’t succeed either.”
Jaehyun’s eyebrows furrowed. “What happened?”
“I have not been in the mood lately, you know? Which is very weird, considering the way I am.” Haechan pouted, looking down at his hands. His sorrowful tone made Jaehyun come closer to rub his back in soothing circles.
“Don’t worry, Haechannie. We all have our phases.”
“What if it is not a phase? What if I have lost my libido forever?”
“So dramatic,” Jaehyun chuckled. “It won’t come to that. Give yourself time and be patient. You’ll feel ready again one day.”
Haechan nodded with slightly hopeful eyes, although his face still looked pouty. Slowly, his features allowed a bit of rage in. “What a shame! I need reviews for my shop and can’t even push myself to experiment with the toy I was the most excited about!”
Jaehyun mentally told himself to be quiet, but his empathy spoke louder. He couldn’t help it. Seeing people struggling was something he really hated. “We still can get reviews somehow, you know? I asked one of the customers that bought the toy to write us one.”
“You did what?!” Haechan stood up in shock. “Who did you ask?”
Jaehyun raised his hands in peace. “You don’t know her. She’s new in town. But don’t worry, Haechannie. I wouldn’t have asked her if she didn’t seem open.”
The owner seemed to calm down, but retorted suspiciously: “She’s probably into you. I bet she’s leaving a whole ass review with several details to make you think of her…”
“I don’t think so,” Jaehyun readily replied.
“Why are you always so humble, Jae? Don’t you notice the effect you have on others?” Haechan sighed, then analyzed Jaehyun a little closer. “Unless… Unless you’re interested in her, that’s why you asked!”
As much as Jaehyun admired his boss, sometimes Haechan’s cleverness really got on his nerves. “Stop saying nonsense!”
“Your ears are red. You’re definitely lying! Come on, tell me everything about her! New in town, you said…?”
Disconcertedly, Jaeyun removed his glasses and rubbed his eyelids. “I’m not talking about her. Please, respect it.”
Haechan was about to stick his tongue out at his employee when the bell on the door rang and they both turned around.
And just like that, the sensation of summer was once again in Jaehyun’s lungs, the smooth moves of your hair bringing the soft notes of oranges to his sensitive nose — and this time, as he awkwardly put the glasses back on his face, Jaehyun thought he was actually going to die, because you walked in wearing a leather jacket that matched your biker gloves.
You rode a motorcycle. It was just parked outside.
Holy shit, you were a fucking badass!
“Hi, Y/N!” Jaehyun was close to gagging, his ears turning twice as scarlet, like cherries. “How are you?”
“Hey,” you grinned gingerly, taking a moment to look at the young man right next to Jaehyun. “Perfect. You?”
“Fine. This is Haechan, he’s the shop owner. Haechan, this is Y/N, our new customer” he was quick to introduce you.
“Nice to meet you,” Haechan hummed in a tone that sounded almost like a seductive coo, which embarrassed Jaehyun a little.
“You have a lovely shop,” you smiled. “I just came back to tell Jaehyun I wrote the review.”
“Ah, thank you!” Jaehyun uttered. “You can send it to me and I’ll post it on our website asap!”
“With one condition,” you spoke, staring at him deeply. His eyes were sweet, but yours were menacing. “I’ll send it if you have dinner with me.”
Both Jaehyun and Haechan held their breaths. Your target blushed while his boss tried not to jump around in a supportive display of happiness, content that his reserved and discreet employee finally had the chance to go out with someone he was interested in.
Jaehyun, on the other hand, was nearly shock-circuiting, wondering if you really wanted to take him out or if it was all a strategy for you to find out if he was an omega.
But what could he do against the soul crashing desire to be with you? What will did he have against his own instinct?
Denying you was not an option.
“Sure,” Jaehyun managed to reply. “I’ll be happy to.”
Taking Jaehyun’s suppressant provider down was easily risked off your list. Piece of cake. The man, a neat guy named Jaemin, offered little resistance when you knocked on his door, which led to you finding his hidden lab and the several suppressants he stored in the garage. Jaemin was quickly sent to jail right after.
Without suppressants, Jaehyun would be unable to hide his scent. He was probably going into heat too, when the time came; heats were usually so ferocious and ruthless he was going to give you all the evidence required to send him back to the capital as an omega. That was how you planned on catching him.
Of course, as you faced him at the lovely street restaurant, with candles burning on the table and the moonlight rays blessing your encounter, he did not know you already had planned his downfall from start to end. You pitied him. You pitied everyone. But it had never stopped you from doing your job.
“This is one of my favorites in town,” Jaehyun looked at the restaurant facade, with an angelic arch of light blue flowers surrounding the wood doors.
“Glad I picked the right place,” you replied, sipping on white wine. “How long have you been living here, if I may ask?”
“A little more than three years.”
“And are you happy?”
Jaehyun nodded without hesitation. “More than when I lived in the capital. Here, life goes by slower. There’s no traffic and the violence ranges are lower than average. I’m closer to nature too. I really like listening to the birds sing when I wake up.”
There they were again, his sweet eyes. His plush lips, charming dimples, shiny black hair.
Your inflamed desire to give him everything he could possibly have,
“Adorable,” you smiled. At that very moment, one of your colleagues, Taeyong, was breaking into Jaehyun’s house to get rid of his suppressants. Dinner had just been an excuse to bring Jaehyun out. Or so you liked to think. “I suppose you enjoy the people too, besides the lifestyle. Your boss seems to be a lovely boy.”
“Haechan?” Jaehyun’s eyes widened as he winded up some spaghetti on the fork. It caught your attention, how smooth and lovely his manners were in his structure, with long slender fingers and defined muscles on his arms. “He’s my friend, that’s all. But yes, he’s really cool.”
“It must be fun, working at a sex shop…”
He chuckled, looking exceedingly cute in those reading glasses, with a smile so pure and genuine you wanted to kiss him. It ached, being in his presence and knowing you could not make him yours, like a true alpha did to an omega.
“I thought so too, when I was hired, but now I just focus on helping people find what they want,” Jaehyun explained, seeming a lot more comfortable around you. He had barely touched his wine, so you could not blame it on alcohol. Maybe he was just a sweet and outgoing communicator. “It’s impressive how sex toys can assist us. They make couples grow closer and help people who are discovering what they like, and even those who are facing sexual traumas. I really like what I do, it makes me feel important.”
Shit. He was really adorable.
“What about you?” Jaehyun continued. “Are you enjoying the town?”
“Kind of. I love the capital, but it is nice here too.”
“Is the hunt going well? I mean, did you find any omegas?”
“None,” you replied, trying to suppress how his boldness surprised you. “They’re getting harder to catch.”
Jaehyun looked down at his fork. “Maybe… Maybe they don’t want to have a miserable life, you know?”
Softly, you clenched an eyebrow. “How so?”
“I mean, think about yourself. You’re an alpha. Aren’t there any responsibilities that come with the title that you wish you could avoid?”
“There are, that’s why I’m hunting,” you honestly replied, feeding from the curiosity in his gaze. “As long as I’m working, I won’t be needed in reproductive matters.”
Jaehyun’s eyes squeezed. “So you hunt omegas and send them back to serve the same matters you personally run from?”
“Hypocritical, right?” you hummed nonchalantly. “But it is them or me, and I’ve made my decision a long time ago.”
Jaehyun bit the inside of his cheek. How complex it was, to comprehend one’s motivation. “Do you really think that’s the only solution?”
“Well, if you have a better one, I’m all ears,” you tightened your eyes at him, chewing on a buttered rigatoni. “You have a very determined opinion, for a human.”
“I’m interested in social subjects. I think societies can be more equal and gentle.”
Of course he did.
“I bet that’s motivation for selling toys too,” you guessed. Alphas, betas and omegas tended to only have sex with their mates when they had the chance; if they had not found their mates, sex toys were the best substitutes, and offered some kind of relief. “Tell me, how many omegas have you attended lately?”
“Is that why you wanted to have dinner with me? Because you think I’m turning my customers in to you?” Jaehyun firmly replied.
“Not really. I can always use some help, but you don’t have to tell me. And relax, I’m not here to investigate you. The review was only an excuse for me to get to know you a little better.”
Jaehyun blinked behind his glasses. "Did you like it? The toy?"
“Yes, I was really impressed” your eyes analyzed him like a fox eyeing a distracted white rabbit. You leaned over, and he immediately pulled his face closer to yours, as if you were going to tell him a secret. “What I liked the most about it was that the thrusting end firmly stays in, like a true knot.”
If Jaehyun had any wine in his mouth, he would have spat it out. But he did not, and even then, the poor guy choked on his own saliva, coughing inside his closed fist as you pretended not to be entertained. You rubbed his arm gently, like you were not trying your best to have him crumble in awe for you. “Did I say anything wrong, Jae?”
“N-no,” he shook his head, tears filling his eyes. “I just swallowed saliva and it went wrong. I’m sorry, Y/N. I really imagine that’s a huge thing for an alpha.”
“It is,” you agreed while handing him a glass of water. Your eyes then averted from his face, landing only for a second on his jeans, where an imposing volume outlined the zipper. Much to your surprise, the sight of his hardness made you damp on your panties. Fuck. You were turned on too, and Jaehyun was going to smell it. Well, let him. “Feeling any better?”
He nodded, trying to keep his eyes sober as he detected your arousal, looking almost lightheaded as he grabbed his fork back and went back to eating.
When Jaehyun got home that night, he felt like he was going to explode. His heartbeat frantically jangled in his ears, his eyes blurred with overwhelming tears, his pants tightened with the fantasies of his lifetime. Unsure, his mind was like a matryoshka doll, with layers of thought unraveling as he tried to figure out whether you intended on seducing him to yourself or on capturing him as an ordinary, worthless prey.
You. You were going to be the end of him. And he was going to very much let you.
Minutes after he arrived, his cell phone screen lit up with a new email notification. You had sent your review.
In the speed of light, Jaehyun clicked on it.
“It's different from any toy I've used. Heavier, too. I was unsure the clitorial stimulation was going to work out, because the nozzle was larger than my clit, but it fit just fine. I just had to keep my lips spread. The clit sucking end feels like someone is really sucking on your clit, moving their tongue up and down. That alone would make an amazing toy. But the moment I slid the other end inside, it was mind-blowing. My walls immediately clenched, and the combination of the pressure with how my muscles squeezed the toy was stupidly good. It reminded me of the feeling of being penetrated for the first time. Worth every penny.”
Jaehyun tried breathing as usual, fighting against the sinful images of you all naked, with your glistening pussy tightening the toy as it thrusted inside you. He tried shaking away the thoughts of your body squirming on the bed as your clit was sucked and your legs shook, your irresistible face contorted in the sweet bliss and pleasure the toy offered you.
Bravely, he fought the painful desire to touch himself. Until he remembered you said the toy resembled a knot, and fuck, Jaehyun wanted to give it to you: to be inside you, locked in, tied to you until you were both satisfied.
His permissive hand traveled down his navel. Just a little relief wouldn’t hurt, would it? He could have some fun, alone, without anyone knowing…
The remaining pieces of morality injected some reasoning into his brain.
He grabbed one suppressant pill from his wallet and swallowed it down with a sip of water — the glass had shaken helplessly in his hand on the way to his mouth. With a quick look, Jaehyun noticed he only had another six pills. His heat, too, was close, dangerously now that you were close to him. Heats, he remembered with a shiver, could be triggered by the presence of a soul bonding alpha, and even if Jaehyun resisted the thought that you could be his mate, it was definitely time to refill his wallet.
Taking a deep breath, he reached for the bedside table drawer. His heartbeat nearly stopped when he didn’t find the blister packs. Denying what he had already concluded, Jaehyun searched under his bed, in the bathroom cabinet, and even in the kitchen, but his pills were nowhere to be found. He knew what it meant.
As his heart cracked in more pieces than it was made of, Jaehyun knew you were hunting him.
“What do you mean Jaehyun isn’t here?” you clenched an eyebrow at Haechan, who pouted. He looked pretty much like a purry cat,
“He called in sick. Said he's got a fever. Was he well when you last saw him? You went on a date earlier this week, didn't you?”
“Yes.”
“Oh, he sent me the review, by the way! Thank you so much, the details will definitely help.”
You couldn't tell if Haechan's words were mocking, or maybe he was just playful. “Not at all,” you hummed, leaving the shop without further conversation.
It was weird that Jaehyun had not sent you a single text after your encounter. Maybe he was too idiot to make a move after you told him about the knot thing, or perhaps he had found out that you were after him.
[Haechan just told me you're sick. Need anything?] you texted shortly after jumping on your bike to ride home. Your text was not delivered, much less seen.
Impatiently, you started worrying something had happened. You knew his address, but Jaehyun had never told you where he lived. Knocking on his door meant exposure. Shaking the idea away, you attempted to find distraction in a long bath that left your skin flushed, your fingers wrinkly like plums. Still, your mind restlessly played you like a chess, awakening your impulsiveness. What if Jaehyun needed help? What if he was sick indeed? What if he was…
Oh, so you did care about him.
“Screw it!” you resolved, readily standing up from the tub and leaving a trail of determined drops where you stepped, heavy and firm.
You rode as though you were late to a crucial event, your cheeks burning in touch with the cold breeze as your bike cut the night like a deadly knife in a birthday cake. In your ears, the beat of your heart musically revealed the bitter sensation of despair. Your plan was perfect. Jaehyun was perfect. You could not let him slip between your fingers.
However, when you got to his house and the lights were off, you knew he had.
He had run away from you.
For three days, you did not hear anything from Jaehyun. He did not leave a trace, not a merciful clue, as if he had never been there. The only connection between you and him was named Haechan, and his purry presence did not make those gut-wrenching days any less sore.
Every waiting hour left a bitter taste on your tongue. You walked on a tightrope, and emptiness was a blade that cut it thinner. Somewhere in the middle, you were unable to know if you wished to find Jaehyun to kiss or to torture him. All you knew was that you had failed both as a hunter and an alpha. You even had the hypocrisy to feel offended that he left, because, by leaving, he was denying you and everything you could be.
They said that when an alpha crossed ways with their omega, they felt like giving them the world. Like protecting them with the strength of their arms and the sharpness of their minds. It was what being a mate meant: a strong and undeniable bond, crafted by the angels of love and desire, to create roots so firmly into the ground that no one and nothing could stand between them.
You lied to yourself by thinking Jaehyun was all about the hunt. Deep inside, you knew he was far more than that. You knew your anguish and anger meant you hated that he was far away from you.
[No sign of him?]
[Not a shred.] Taeyong texted you back.
You wanted to scream, but decided to have a pistachio ice cream by the beach instead, angrily kicking the rocks with your feet as the sun shone — as though it had any reason to.
Where the fuck was him? Where the fuck was your omega?
How quickly you grabbed your phone after it vibrated on your pants pocket was insane. “Got any news?”
“Yes, Jaehyun’s back!” Haechan replied.
At daylight's speed, you ran to the shop. The purple shadows of dusk covered your hurried pace, legs burning all the way down the dark paths of your desire, your voice demanding under your breath when you walked in. “Where is him?”
Haechan readily got up, motioning for you to come with him. “In the back.”
Obediently, you followed him like a dog after a treat. It was only when you were inside the room where Haechan stored the toys that you noticed something was awfully wrong. However, you had no time to act on it.
Haechan had already handcuffed and locked you inside.
What happened next was something you would never imagine. The purry but also mischievous Haechan really commanded you around.
“You have to stay silent if you want to see Jaehyun,” he explained while blindfolding you. Needless to say he had already grabbed your phone and you were helpless, unable to call for help. Not that you would make a scandal, because now you were curious what that was all about. “I’ll drive you to him, but you have to behave.”
“When this is over, I’ll come to get you,” you growled, even though you did not mean what you said.
“Whatever.”
Humans.
It was night when Haechan led you to a car, putting you on the back and cuffing your ankles too. “Why are you doing all this?” You asked calmly. If Jaehyun had planned all that, you knew you did not need to fear. “Can’t you be civilized?”
Even if you couldn’t see him, you swore Haechan rolled his eyes. “I don’t trust you, Y/N. You’re mean and manipulative, and I’m just doing this because Jaehyun wants to talk to you. But I’ll do it my way.”
Exactly like you had suspected.
Much to Haechan’s delight, you managed to stay quiet for the whole trip. Not knowing where you were going to really bothered you, your instincts found such helplessness absurd, but you knew it was going to pay off if you saw Jaehyun again.
It took hours. And hours. But you finally arrived.
Haechan led you to what seemed like a house, and soon enough you were alone in a room, sitting on a chair. After a few minutes, your senses captured another presence, and the way your heart soothed told you everything you needed to know.
You felt some strange type of relief shivering down your spine, and said nothing. Let him speak.
“I hope the cuffs are not too tight. Are they burning?” Jaehyun asked, and you could have moaned at the mere sound of his voice.
“Oh, you made such a fool out of me… And now you’re trying to be gentle,” you chuckled sourly.
“I’ve always been gentle,” Jaehyun retorted. “But you were hunting me, and I’d rather make a fool out of you than fool myself.”
“I can’t make fun of that. Can I see, please?”
Jaehyun readily complied, removing the blindfold. You tried opening your eyes, but sunlight caught them unprepared. Slowly, as your eyes adjusted, you noticed Jaehyun was in an armchair right in front of you. He looked at you worriedly. His presence had you so focused you only noticed you were in a living room seconds later.
“What’s your plan now? Turn me in to the rebels?” you asked. There were illegal communities of beta and omegas who had rebelled against the capital.
“No,” Jaehyun said. “I want to talk to you. Omega to alpha.”
“All this for talking?” You nearly spat, a strand of your hair landing on your face.
Gently, Jaehyun leaned over to tuck it behind your ear. “I didn’t know how you were going to react, Y/N. You had all the power back then, and I needed to make sure I was not at risk. I told Haechan to be nice to you. I really meant no harm. I’m sorry about that..”
You breathed. “Go on. I don’t think there’s anything else I can do but listen.”
“I want you to listen openly. I know I’ve deceived you, but I really want us to get to an agreement. That’s why I brought you here.”
You let his words sink in, sure you looked quite ridiculous, all cuffed, unable to defend yourself. “Why, Jaehyun?”
His eyes almost faltered, but did not leave yours. “Because I like you.”
As if you were in middle school, your heart beat so fast it could have climbed up your throat. How silly it was, to be liked. To be adored, admired, to be wanted around. How stupid it was, to be responsive to one’s liking. To think you had finally found your mate after years of loneliness and pain, divided between who you truly were and who you could have been.
It was almost cruel, how Jaehyun messed up with the roughness it took you years to build.
His hands shook. Your scent in such a closed, small space was making it harder for him to think. “I’ve liked you since the day you first walked in the shop. I know you’re hurt by your own status, just like I have been, and I think I can help. Please, Y/N, let me offer you a different point of view. Let me convince you you don’t have to hurt others to be happy.”
“You lied to me. You and bloody Haechan.”
“You lied to me too. You’ve even stolen my suppressants, which is far worse in my humble opinion,” Jaehyun reminded you with the calmest of tones. “But I am here, ready to give you a second chance. All I ask is for you to give me one too.”
You simply stared at him. Your eyes resembled a sky that had both light and heavy clouds, with glimpses of sun and rain. An intrinsic inner battle. Finally, you acquiesced with your chin. “Go on.”
Jaehyun fixed his glasses before speaking. “I know I’m more than a pup maker. I have dreams. I want a good life, with friends I can count on, a life where I can be safe and have the same rights as anyone else. And if I ever have pups with someone, then it will be because we both agreed on it,” he breathed, sincerity dripping from his lips like wine. “That’s why I ran away and why I will not let you hunt me that easily. I don’t know what happened to you, but I’m sure life as a female alpha takes a heavy toll. Whatever you went through, you deserve healing. You deserve to be heard and validated, Y/N. It is not others that dictate how you should live. What you want matters.”
His entire speech was like seeds of roses planted in the confinements of your chest. “How we should live is beyond us,” you spoke skeptically.
“Only because you choose to believe so,” Jaehyun disagreed. “If I had, I would certainly not be here. If you do, you’ll see hurting others is not your only option.”
How could Jaehyun be so understanding, so forgivable, so lovely? How could he offer you a chance of redemption? It amazed you. Badly. You breathed every particle of the room inside your lungs, so deep it was the first time you smelled the musky, leathery scent coming from the man in front of you.
The suppressants’ effects… They were low. Almost non-existing.
Jung Jaehyun smelled like the rawest of desires.
“If I decide to trust you, what’s it going to be?” you asked, pretending you were not lightheaded.
“We leave here together,” Jaehyun proposed. “And I promise you’ll have all the safety you need by my side.”
Most alphas would have laughed at the perspective of finding safety on an omega, but you did not. You tasted it. How good it would be, to have someone you could rely on. Someone patient, strong, who added to your dreams and aspirations. Someone you could be yourself with.
Your eyes softened, your wrists relaxing inside the cuffs. “Let me go, then.”
“Do you really accept it?” Jaehyun carefully confirmed.
The air stood dense between you two, hanging like a sword on a wall, an icicle on the top of a cave, and also like a gentle caress coming from a waiting hand.
You nodded. “I do.”
He stood up and approached the chair slowly. As his hands uncuffed you, you paid attention to the slenderness of his fingers. His musky scent was messing up with your head, your veins pumping blood to your lower body, even though you resisted the natural urge to touch Jaehyun whole as he uncuffed you like a real gentleman would.
Once you were free, he gazed at the reddened skin of your wrists. In an act that apparently was beyond any reasoning, Jaehyun gently brought them to his lips, pressing a chaste kiss to where the metal had left a slight burn.
Your lips shook with the force of your breath. The man was crazy, a soft freak and a lord all together. With every passing second, you wanted him more and more. Holding his silky gaze, you mustered a grin before abruptly grabbing the hair on his nape and pulling Jaehyun down to his knees.
His eyes widened in fear.
“You’re so fucking naive,” you scolded. “Next time, think twice before trusting an alpha. Not everyone is like me,” you let your grip loosen, helping him stand up once again. “Promise me.”
His pupils adjusted back into a soft gaze. “You scared me,” he admitted.
“That’s the idea. Promise me.”
“I promise. I’ll be more careful.”
It was what you wanted to hear. Slowly, Jaehyun’s fingers returned to the gentle, languid caresses on your wrists.
“I suggest you back off if you don’t wish to be claimed,” you sighed.
His eyes had darkened at your words, his Adam’s apple tensing as he pulled his hands away in a respectful manner. “As I said, I like you, Y/N. Genuinely.”
Affection was a new, alien thing to you. However, your instincts encouraged you to embrace it, even if at your own pace and time.
“We both have instincts that can rush things. I’d be careful,” you explained, smoothly brushing his hair back. How the silky strands slid between your fingers felt like touching the clouds.
“You’re scared of love,” Jaehyun concluded, making you smile frankly.
“Aren’t you?”
“No. I’d happily give myself to a good alpha if we loved each other. I believe in long-lasting, healthy relationships.”
Your smile faltered. “I don’t think the world is ready for that, Jaehyun.”
“I don’t need it to be.”
You averted your gaze to the window. There was a sunny road outside, with few cars passing.
Minutes ago, you decided to leave the house. Jaehyun took you to a car, an old yet functional Chevy Impala.
“Where’s Haechan?” you asked.
“In his parents’ house. He was born here.”
You hummed, getting into the passenger seat. “He won’t be coming back with us, I hope?”
“No,” Jaehyun shook his head, already in the driver seat. “Also, don’t be mad at him, Y/N. He didn’t know I was an omega until I found out you had stolen my suppressants. And as weird as it was, Haechan was very willing to help. We thought it’d be better to take you somewhere far away, because you’d have less advantages.”
“I might forgive him for a few things,” you cooed, then looked over as Jaehyun started the engine, his fingers grabbing the wheel firmly. “What about your suppressants?”
“I’ve got a few more left,” Jaehyun replied. “But since you stole all of my supply and Jaemin is probably in prison now, I have to be careful.”
“Didn’t have any luck finding another provider?”
“As if I’m telling you,” Jaehyun chuckled.
You laughed along. “It’s my job, you know that, right?”
“Yeah,” his tone was slightly more serious now, as he drove through the peaceful streets. “What did you do before hunting?”
“My dad had a law office. I studied law too, but never quite liked it.”
“What do you like, then?”
You caught your breath, your voice two tones lower, almost inaudible. “Baking.”
Jaehyun’s eyebrows lifted in sweet surprise. “Like, baking bread?”
“Baking cakes. I’m really good at it,” you admitted, looking down at your hands. You had always been ridiculed because of your hobby. Your father, brothers and sisters constantly accused you of wasting your time with such stupidities. Alphas were born for high power positions: politicians, lawyers, doctors, CEOs… But baking cakes? That was a job for omegas. The weakest of the weak. You were taught that, even if you did not fully agree. The only person who supported you was your mother, because she expressed her love through the awesome, homemade dishes she cooked. However, as your mom had passed and you grew older, you preferred putting your efforts into something more socially accepted than to perceive the distant dream of having a bakery — even if you felt truly accomplished whenever you looked at a cake you had baked.
“That’s so nice!” Jaehyun encouraged. “What’s your best cake?”
Your heart fluttered at his genuine curiosity, making you bite the inside of your cheek. “Pistachio.”
“I love pistachio!” the man cooed excitedly. “I’d like to try it if you're okay with it.”
“I haven’t baked in forever,” you mentioned.
“Well, you have time now that you don’t have to hunt me,” he chuckled.
As the morning turned into afternoon and the sky was outlined with purple clouds, you noticed Jaehyun had driven considerably. By the corner of your eye, you caught him yawning sleepily. Shifting in the passenger's seat, you hummed. “Let me drive for a little.”
“I’m fine.”
“You want me to trust you but can’t trust me?” you pricked.
Jaehyun fixed his glasses. Such a cute habit he had. “Well, you’re the deadly one.”
“What you did to me can easily be considered kidnapping, Jaehyun.”
“But you know it was not like that, right? I mean, do you feel kidnapped?” he asked to be sure, making you chuckle.
“People have done worse things to me. Come on, let me drive.”
“Don’t worry,” he insisted. “What worse things?”
“I might tell you one day.”
You waited for the purple sky to turn dark with sparkling stars. You waited for the breeze to turn colder. You waited until Jaehyun just couldn’t take it anymore.
“Get some sleep,” you encouraged as you changed seats, holding his cautious gaze. “It’s fine, Jae. Trust me.”
Stubbornly, Jaehyun fought his own tiredness even after you were driving. His eyes got swollen from tiredness, his yawns became more frequent, and he pinched his own cheeks in an attempt to stay awake for a little longer, as if he feared you were going to disappear if he slept.
But it was quite the opposite, because when he finally closed his eyes and peacefully slept on the passenger seat, you knew you never wished to stay away from him.
The flowers swayed with the wind, and so did his hair. Jaehyun had not remembered arriving to the fields, but we couldn’t care less about the reason: you were right by his side, and it was all that mattered. “These are beautiful.” With a grin, you leaned closer to smell an orange tree flower. The hot shades of sunset matched you like an artist’s masterpiece, Jaehyun thought while relishing in the image of you acting so free. He wished nothing but to let you be.
“Just like you,” he whispered, another lovely flower blossoming between his fourth and fifth ribs.
You straightened yourself, coming closer to him and swiftly removing the glasses from his face. Jaehyun almost forgot how to breathe with you so close, your orange perfume making his head spin, his fingers shaking in nervousness. Your face got closer, and closer, and then…
And then he felt a hand on his shoulders, shaking softly. “Jaehyun,” your voice called, but did not come out of the image in front of him. “Jaehyun, we’ve arrived. Wake up.”
Untangling himself from his dream, Jaehyun swore the oranges still smelled fresh on his nose, and that he could feel the temperature of your breath against his cheek. It was just wishful thinking, though, because you were sitting on the driver seat. It was dark night and the car was parked right in front of your house.
“For how long did I sleep?” he cleared his throat, relieved that you were both back in town.
“Not enough,” you replied shortly. “Take some rest tonight.”
“I'll try to,” he breathed. Oranges. Oranges everywhere making him crave you like the trees craved the rain to flourish. “Can I see you tomorrow?”
“You can.” You opened the car door to leave, shivering when the piercing cold breeze hit your skin and thundered on your bones.
Extremely sensitive, Jaehyun jumped from the car and hushed to your side. Without a word, he removed his hoodie and handed it over to you. You stared in awe, eyes big with admiration and delight, as if he had achieved global peace or discovered the cure to every disease. “What’s that for?” you asked.
“I don’t want you feeling cold.”
“Jaehyun, I’m like, eight meters away from my door.”
“Eight cold meters.”
Slowly, you grabbed the piece of clothing. It was impossible that someone was that amazing and kind-hearted. You had never met anyone like Jaehyun before, and it made you feel something in your chest that was strange, foreign, almost agonizing. You could not name it.
You put the hoodie on in front of him, pretending not to notice his pupils widening at the sight of you wearing something his. The musk, leathery scent was all around you again, making you almost bounce on your feet out of excitement. “Thank you,” you murmured.
“Not at all.” His features suddenly changed, as though he remembered something. “Ah, here’s your cell phone,” Jaehyun grabbed it from his back pocket, and your fingers brushed when you took it in your hands. “Sleep well, Y/N,” was the last thing Jaehyun said before entering the car to drive to his house — only after you had come inside, of course.
You locked the door and pressed your back to it, closing your eyes as though you needed the dark and the silence to absorb everything that happened in the past hours. Jaehyun had maneuvered you in ways you couldn’t possibly imagine, and it was both revolting and pleasing. How willing he was to just be with you, with raw sincerity in his eyes, shook you to the core. It made your bones soft and your resolve like water, flowing, delicate, transpassing obstacles.
Such a weak alpha you were, afraid to act on what you truly desired.
Because it was clear, once you pulled the fabric of his hoodie to your nose, that you wanted him. That you were meant to be.
That he was your mate.
What you felt on your chest, you then knew, was hope.
The next day, shortly after you woke up, your phone vibrated on the bedside table.
[Do you like picnics?]
[I do.]
[Great. I’ll pick you up at 1PM].
Punctually, Jaehyun knocked on your door. Punctually, you opened it, surprising him with two things. The first one was that he had never seen you dressed so casually, with high-waisted jeans, a plain black shirt and white sneakers, hair in a simple bun allowing the sight of delicate earrings hanging from your ears. The second thing was that you held a small tray in your hand, covered by a gingham cloth, that smelled precisely like pistachio.
“You baked? Seriously?” Jaehyun’s eyes widened, and he hid his gracious smile behind his hand, causing your heartbeat to quicken.
“If you’re going to act this fucking cute I’ll just leave the cake here,” you replied impulsively, unsure of how to deal with what sounded like praise.
“Please, don’t!” In a heartbeat, Jaehyun lowered his hand and straightened himself. Deep inside his chest bones, his heart fluttered. You had baked for him. “I just didn’t expect it. Thank you.”
You nodded somehow sternly. A little voice inside your consciousness blamed you for being so rigid.
“Come,” Jaehyun offered you a smile, stepping aside so you could follow him to the Chevy Impala.
“Where are we going?” you inquired.
“You’ll see.”
Surprises made you uneasy. As did not being in control. However, for Jaehyun, you made a little effort — you knew it was important for him to make decisions. Thankfully, it paid off, because the car rode all the way up the hills until it reached the top of a cliff. It was easily one of the most beautiful sights you had ever put your eyes on, something only the countryside could offer, with sunlight rays dancing with the velvety waves, the foam kissing the beach like a devoted lover’s embrace.
“What’s wrong with your jaw?” Jaehyun chuckled, making you notice your mouth was agape. You also remembered it had been the first thing you asked him.
“This is beautiful,” you commented, the corners of your lips lifting in a discreet smile.
“It is, right?” Jaehyun sighed. The breeze lifted his hair slightly as he grabbed a basket from the backseat, and a towel that matched the cloth on your tray. He then proceeded to spread the towel on the ground and remove the things he had brought: homemade sandwiches with cheese, pesto and tomatoes, strawberries and peaches, orange juice and a local brand of chocolate you had never seen. You joined him, placing your tray on the towel and removing the cloth to reveal a small pistachio cake covered in buttercream. It might have taken you hours to get it done. “Let’s eat!”
You crossed your legs on the towel, reaching for the sandwich while Jaehyun poured you juice. As you took a bite, your mouth was filled with delectable flavorsome layers that reminded you of your mother. The care in each slice of cheese, the carefulness in dosing the olive oil for the pesto, and the perfectly smoked tomatoes sharpened your taste, causing your eyes to water. Uncontrollably, you chuckled out of joy.
Jaehyun joined you, a face so pure and glad it seemed to shine like the ocean waves. He was just… Just so soft-looking you wanted to squish his cheeks and kiss his forehead. “What? Is it good?”
“It kind of… It kind of reminds me of my mother,” you replied, comfortable enough to share something so private it weighed like a pirate’s treasure in your chest.
“Really? Does she cook for you?”
You took another bite. “She did, when she was alive. I guess it was her love language. In fact, she was the only one who supported me baking.”
Jaehyun looked carefully at you. “I’m sorry. Losing her might have been hard.”
“The hardest thing I’ve ever been through,” you admitted, contemplating the ethereal sight in the harmonic horizon. It was only now that Jaehyun listened that you realized how badly you’d been wanting to talk about your mother, as if the filter between your mind and brain stopped functioning. How could you keep secrets from the only person destined to you? Mates shared. Mates understood. “She died while trying to give birth to my ninth brother.”
“How old were you?”
“Thirteen. That’s why I decided to work with anything that didn’t have to do with getting pregnant.” Your eyes, frank, held his gaze.
Jaehyun nodded, and said nothing for a while. “How many omegas have you hunted, Y/N?”
“About a hundred.”
“And how do you feel about it?”
“It’s a heavy guilt to carry on my shoulder, but it does seem small in comparison to a lifetime being used for my body. I know it sounds hypocritical, and it probably is, but it was my choice,” you replied.
“I don’t blame you,” Jaehyun took a bite on the sandwich, using his thumb to wipe off the pesto at the corner of his lower lip. “It’s hard to see beyond the rules.”
“What about you? What’s your background?”
He took a deep breath. “I was born and raised in the capital. Went to a boy’s school. You know how alphas, betas and omegas had classes together, right? Since then I couldn’t understand why alphas always bullied others and got away with it. If I opened my mouth, I was arrogant and full of myself, but if an alpha spoke, he was powerful, opinionated, and influential. I was bullied a lot for just being me, you know? Of course I spoke back, so I was in trouble quite often, being threatened and stuff. My mom and dad were very supportive of me, we had to move a few times…”
Empathetically, you wondered what it meant for an omega to constantly move. They were highly adaptable, but sought for stability and safety.
“So when I heard that omegas were rebelling and moving to the countryside to build their own lives, I didn’t think twice,” Jaehyun concluded. “I’ve been happier ever since.”
“Your parents might be nice people,” you commented, reaching for a peach. “Do you miss them?”
“Everyday,” Jaehyun smiled. “I call them on a weekly basis, so we’re fine.”
“That’s lovely.”
“What about you? Do you keep in touch with your family?”
You shook your head. “I don’t speak to my dad. We’ve always been the perfect alpha family, but it came with a high cost. My mom was always pregnant, even when she was tired and getting too old to bear. Dad thought it was her job, and we did too. But now… Now I understand she suffered alone.”
The salty breeze gently touched your faces and clothes as you shared confidences. Jaehyun’s understanding soothed you. He made you feel at ease, like sharing your experience was natural and necessary. You liked it.
“You were just a kid, Y/N.”
“I know.” A small smile bloomed on your lips. “I try not to blame myself. All I want is to live differently.”
And that he understood. “I’d say the more we live differently, the more we show others that it’s possible,” Jaehyun said while slicing the cake.
“You’re not wrong.”
It made butterflies fly in your stomach when he chewed on the cake with a content moan, his eyes closing and his eyebrows furrowing at the delicacy in his mouth. When his eyes opened again, Jaehyun’s brown irises reflected light as if the sun had set within his soul.
There were no words to describe that day but lovely, dear and sincere. You had never been on a date with someone before, at least not one where you saw yourself free from the norms of your status. There had been no need for you to be aggressive or demanding, like alphas were portrayed, and instead of playing the role of the needy submissive omega, Jaehyun was just… Normal. Respectful, wise, and so cool you admired him as a person.
You spent the entire afternoon sharing stories, talking about hobbies — he told you about his vinyls and you told him about baking — and contemplating nature. Time by his side seemed to pass two times faster.
“Thanks for today, Y/N,” Jaehyun smiled once you were in front of your door. “Thanks for trusting me and giving me a chance.”
“Thank you,” you emphasized. “I really had fun. Next time is on me.”
At your words, Jaehyun’s face lit up. You reacted too, your heart beating so fast you shivered, nearly forgetting how to breathe when his scent felt suddenly stronger to your heightened olfactory senses. He got so excited with the idea of you meeting again that his scent exhaled twice as freely.
Even if you liked to think you mustered enough self control to resist him, your body surrendered to arousal in no time. You closed your eyes, clenching your hands into fists.
“Y/N, is everything okay?” You only registered Jaehyun’s worried tone before replying.
“You’re practically rubbing your scent on my face right now,” you admitted, aware that as an instant response, your pheromones started exhaling too, mainly from your neck and inner thighs. Your bodies functionated beyond your reasoning, blood running warm and fast, desiring to mate, to be tangled to one another. A biological necessity to be all over him, and to protect Jaehyun with tooth and nail. It was how scent glands worked, releasing pleasurable smells that expressed raw bodily and emotional needs.
Your eyes opened, trying to gather some control even though they were sedated by desire.
Jaehyun’s ears were once again red. “M-my heat is approaching,” he muttered. “And you’re close to me, s-“ Jaehyun stopped himself. Now, he smelled your scent twice as strong too, a scent that was alluring and dominant. Perfect for him. “Fuck, you smell so good,” he praised without noticing, mouth numb with craving.
Only God knew how badly you were trying to control yourself. “Go home, Jaehyun,” you said authoritatively.
“Y-yes“ he stuttered, cheeks as red as his ears. “I should, right?”
“Absolutely,” you nodded firmly. “If you don’t want me to mark scent you, you fucking should.”
Jaehyun nearly grunted, both because of your intentions, and because of how seductive your voice sounded when you cursed. “What if I want to?” He asked.
Motherfucker.
And you loved it.
“You’re aware that mark scenting you can easily trigger your heat, right? And that your heat can cause me to go into a rut.” You reached for his wrist, simply holding it in place. Ruts had a similar purpose to heats, to find a mate and breed, even if contraceptive methods could keep you from getting pregnant. “That isn’t a nice idea, is it?”
“It’s a perfect idea,” Jaehyun challenged.
“You’re playing with me,” you warned. “Even if I’m being nice and collected, I’m still an alpha. I can be dangerous, Jaehyun.”
His gaze pierced yours with the firmness of a grip, and you knew he was about to say something to break your resolve before he even opened his mouth. “What kind of danger my mate can possibly put me in?”
Snapping, your grip on Jaehyun’s wrist pulled him flush to you. Your chests collided and your breaths violently mixed before you grabbed the hair on his nape and tugged hard, tilting his head to the side. His exposed neck made you groan lowly, the musky scent directly wetting your undies. You had to mark him so bad it ached in your guts, and the moment you stuck your tongue out and gave a broad lick on his skin, your body shivered, your nipples hardened and your hip rubbed the volume in Jaehyun’s pants.
“Fuck, Y/N,” he trembled.
“Shh, quiet” you instructed, in charge, breath blowing against the wet trail left on his skin. “Just feel it.”
You lifted your weight on the tip of your toes and rubbed your neck against Jaehyun’s, warm skin against warm skin. Parents scented their children, friends scented friends, packmates scented packmates — but scenting between mates was a whole different thing, an encounter of souls wrapped in animalistic bodies. It felt like your soul was touched for the first time, as you left your scent on Jaehyun’s neck, marking him as yours, telling others that he belonged to you. And he felt it too, a sensation so deep in his guts resembling the coziness of an established home. As though he never had to move in his entire life. Ever.
It was so intimate you felt naked in front of each other.
Slowly, Jaehyun’s hands found support on your waist. The grip on his nape softened, and soon he was rubbing his face against yours affectionately, cheeks brushing in a loving manner that made you flush. His heat was closer than ever, but this time it was different: heats usually led Jaehyun to lock himself in a room, surrounded by sex toys, a slave to the basic needs of his body to mate and find relief. However, with you he felt… Shit, he felt loved and taken care of, and it only amplified his craving. It was better, it was whole. It was mating.
“I love this,” he admitted.
You grinned, letting your nails scratch his neck gently. His cute shivers widened your smile. “Me too.”
Jaehyun wet his lips with his tongue. “Can I see you again tomorrow?”
You could not precise how exactly you loved that he did not intend on having sex with you that night. It was so much better that way, especially compared to the expectations of sexually aggressive alphas taking their pleasure as soon as possible. His question meant that you could take your time, because there was no running and hiding. You’d be together time and time again, until it felt like the moment was right.
“You can,” you chuckled, and yet another alien feeling assaulted your heart.
You suspected it was called happiness.
Hours later, you got out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around your body and the silliest of smiles on your face. The euphoria of finding your mate was real, so carved it could be felt in the flesh, like an iron bullet. Your heart, toughened by time, prejudice and rage, now opened its arms to enjoy a feeling so holy you could crown it as your favorite.
You had a mate. And your scent was on him.
You could still feel Jaehyun’s perfume on you too, and all over the hoodie you had kept by your pillow, to smell him again and again.
For the first time in years, you were soft.
“Whipped,” you accused playfully as you looked at your image in the mirror, wondering how Jaehyun was feeling at that exact moment. You wanted to know. So, without further thought, you grabbed your phone to text him — and you would have, if other messages did not steal your attention. Messages sent by Taeyong.
[We found an omega pack hiding in a nearby city from where you are.
We’re gonna need you to come with us, so backups were sent to help you with Jaehyun.
We’ll be there tomorrow.]
You swallowed thickly, your heart faltering, your hands shaking. It could not be. You could not let Jaehyun get caught. You could not lose him now.
Or maybe… Maybe you were being stupid risking your own life and position for… For love.
Taking a deep breath, you started typing.
[Appreciate that. See you tomorrow.]
Jaehyun was God’s favorite. He was God’s most loved child, because only he was allowed to step in Her fluffiest clouds. The luckiest man alive, one of the few creatures that experienced love’s fingers opening him inside out.
And oh, it was almost killing him.
He would do anything for you: walk for miles, cry for centuries, write your name in a paper for eternity... All the letters, time after time, carved in his wrists, his thighs, his bones. You were his and he was yours, as the lovely scent on his neck reminded him with each breath. Summer lived in him like it had never done before.
Now, he felt less judgmental of the omegas that craved for an alpha. Needless to say he was excited for what you’d do the next day after your date at the cliff, restless even, taking pleasure in the simple act of breathing, knowing you had left your scent on his skin.
Scent marking an omega really could trigger their heats, and Jaehyun knew that his was lurking dangerously, ready to flourish. The signs left no doubt.
Firstly, he desired a safe space: somewhere with dim lighting, where he could surround himself with objects that smelled like you — shirts, pillows, your leather jacket and biker gloves, and even plushies, if you ever agreed to give those to him. His senses, too, were twice as sharpened: a primal state of animalistic instincts blooming along his consciousness, to protect him from undesired alphas. His mind was slightly hazy as well, and even if he was excited for your third date, the cold, feverish shivers running down his spine worried him.
He couldn’t surrender to his heat. Not now. Not when he was so determined to make you understand he liked you not because you were an alpha, not because he desired you sexually and biologically. Jaehyun needed you to understand he liked you, wholly, for who you were.
So, when you knocked on his door the following day, he opened it with blushy cheeks, bouncing on his feet out of nervousness.
“Jaehyun?” your eyes tightened. You looked fresh, hair swaying with the breeze, orange trees offering him shadow, calm, and absolute hell all together. “Are you going into heat?”
He groaned in frustration. “Then it is obvious.”
You looked around before stepping inside, closing the door behind your back. “I got new suppressants for you.” You opened your palm, handing him one of the blister packs he was so used to.
Jaehyun stared down at your hand. Even if he wished his heat could wait a little longer, your suggestion felt like a crime, especially now that you were there, in his home, gorgeous and strong. Why should he hold back? Why did he have to behave now that he could finally let himself go with you?
“I don’t want it.”
You blinked, surprised. “Sorry?”
“I don’t want it, Y/N,” he repeated, lifting his gaze to yours. “We don’t have to suppress our instincts anymore. We’ve found each other.”
Your breath was long and strong, strangely raspy. “Take these, just this time.”
“What is it, Y/N? Are you scared you’re going to hurt me? That I will induce you into a rut?” Jaehyun stepped closer, cupping your cheeks with his hands and looking deep into your eyes, trying to understand. “Are you scared you’re going to get pregnant? I’d never do that to you, Y/N. We can use protection.”
You closed your eyes shut as though his touch hurt. When they opened, it felt like you were both begging and suffering. Jaehyun could feel his body combusting, his blood running faster, a thin layer of sweat glistening in his forehead. “Jaehyun, please, you have to believe me. Promise me.”
Your words made no sense.
“What are you talking about?” he asked with the softest of tones.
In one second, you had taken him down in a swift move. Jaehyun’s chest met the floor as you forced your knee painfully on his back, making him yell in surprise. His glasses slid down his nose to the floor. You took the chance to slide a pill inside his mouth, forcefully pressing the palm of your hand against his lips as he squirmed on the floor.
You… You were hurting him.
“Swallow,” you demanded coldly.
Out of fear, Jaehyun obeyed.
Why were you hurting him?
The metallic sound of handcuffs made his throat tight. It was hard to breath. Jaehyun looked over his shoulder, still slightly confused, his dear eyes vulnerable. He only fully understood what was happening when the front door of his house opened, and a male alpha looked down at him.
“It wasn’t that hard, was it?” the man chuckled, crossing his arms in front of his chest.
“Piece of cake,” you stood up, placing a heavy boot on Jaehyun’s back to keep him in place. Even your voice sounded different, distant. “He was practically begging to be fucked.”
Jaehyun’s heart… It broke in tiny little pieces, like glass poured all over the floor. The evidence of a slaughter.
“What won’t they do for pussy, hm? You really thought Y/N was into you? So many others did too…” The alpha male approached him, grabbing Jaehyun by the arm and helping him stand up. You stood right by his side, with the most devilish smile on your face.
When in heat, omegas were not helpless creatures, defenseless, sex slaves that submitted to anyone. They were primal, violent, and almost as deadly as alphas. So, once he was back on his feet, Jaehyun snapped. He took the male omega to his knees with only one kick of his legs, hitting his temple with the force of his knee. The man fell on his side, using his hand to support his weight precisely on Jaehyun’s glasses. Then, Jaehyun turned to you, and oh, he wished he could hurt you. He wished he could bite you raw, to bury his teeth into your neck and have you killed, but he could not.
You were the worst person he had ever met, and yet Jung Jaehyun could not act as though he didn’t love you.
He fell to his knees, tears running down his eyes. “You…” he sobbed, eyes wet with crystal salt. “You’re awful.” And evil, and mean, loathsome, disgusting, vile… All those things you were. But Jaehyun couldn’t speak. His throat hurt.
The male alpha stood up with a grunt, and was about to retaliate when you raised your hand.
“What use is he if you damage his body? We’ve already got what we need, Doyun.”
The blurriness in Jaehyun’s eyes did not allow him to fully visualize how his capture went. He felt strange hands on his back. He felt someone kicking him inside a car, and knew that someone started driving, leaving the town behind.
You were not there anymore.
Jaehyun had heard stories about omegas that were sent back to the capital. The hunters drove them to specific centers to get them tested and check their fertility levels. Said omegas were constantly watched, sleeping in cold cells until they were designated an alpha who matched their characteristics. However, even with the best attempts to match compatible alphas to omegas, it did not work out. It was not unusual for alphas to get hurt after trying to touch omegas: some were bitten like dogs, others scratched so deeply their skin bled, and others even carried scars, forever imprinted in their bodies. So, naturally, omegas were tied up while mating.
It was no different from rape.
Jaehyun wondered how you could have done that to him, just like you did to a hundred other omegas.
It was raining like it usually did in the capital, droplets falling through the skyscrapers, painted red, yellow and green from semaphores, shining neon on outdoors, as people went by as if nothing was wrong. Rats ate at the garbage in the sidewalks, the poor begged for food, and young girls and boys sold their sensuality at the corner of the streets, hovering seductively at the drivers who stopped at a red sign. Without the assistance of his glasses, the capital just looked darker than a nightmare, blurred and agonizing.
Jaehyun held back his tears. They were hard to swallow.
At least, the suppressant heat pill you had made him swallow was like a blessing.
But fuck you. Fuck you a thousand times!
He was never going to love again. Jaehyun was never going to be such an idiot. Such a naive fool.
He breathed hard under his nose, calling the attention of an alpha male that kept an eye on him. This one was smaller than the guy Jaeyun had kicked, with big doe eyes and blue hair.
“Hard time?” the man asked.
Jaehyun did not reply.
“I’m Taeyong,” the man insisted.
“Why would it matter what your name is?”
“Ouch,” Taeyong hissed. “It matters a lot. You’ll see.”
Jaehyun remained silent. He merely shifted on the seat, muscles tense and uncomfortable as his arms stood cuffed behind his back.
A few minutes later, the car came to a stop, then proceeded to enter an underground garage. The driver, another alpha Jaehyun had not seen until that moment, jumped out before opening the back door.
“Get out, loser,” he commanded, and Jaehyun had no choice but to obey.
He was given white clothing — plain shirts, pants, socks and sneakers —, that he wore without a word. Then, Jaehyun was taken to a room where a female alpha asked him a few questions. Did he have any diseases? When was his last heat? Was he sexually active? Was he on suppressants? Generic or branded? Did he ever take a fertility test?
Jaehyun answered honestly, speaking calmly even if he had the worst headache, caused by the lack of his glasses. Whatever he said, he knew tests were to be taken to either prove or deny his words.
The female alpha took notes and handed Jaehyun a paper. “You’ll be taking medical exams tomorrow. Please be aware of the requirements.”
Next, the guards took him to a cell, neater than his imagination could muster, with a single bed and a small bathroom he could use. Fucking government money. While the poor suffered and starved, the government raised buildings like that one, keeping them clean and equipped.
One of the guards brought Jaehyun dinner, some stew with vegetables, and a plastic glass filled with grape juice. Jaehyun did not touch it, even if his stomach growled.
“You better eat on your own before I have to force you,” the guard warned. They both knew a meal was necessary for his medical exams to come out with correct results.
The last thing Jaehyun wanted was any type of violence. So he ate, even when his throat was so tight he felt barely like breathing. He ate obediently, like every omega stereotype he fought against.
When the sun rose and he had barely closed his eyes, Jaehyun was taken to the medical wing. Every detail screamed such hygienic excellence he wished to vomit on its torturing, endless whiteness.
The nurse took his blood. His urine.
“We’ll need your sperm now,” the nurse explained as he guided Jaehyun to a separate room. He was an omega too, a young boy. “What scents do you feel the most attracted to?”
A scent like fading into sleep beneath the hot sun. An alluring adventure, a midday reverie. Orange-like, passionate, summerly.
“None in particular.”
“It will be better if you collaborate, honey. You smell like oranges, but I sense it is a scent that doesn’t belong to you. Would it work for you if you smelled it?”
Jaehyun’s heartbeat quickened and his knees seemed to pull him down. It was sad, how he had lost hope in himself.
Looking at his feet, he nodded.
The nurse opened a wardrobe that contained several rows of perfume bottles, all labeled with their respective scents. “I’ll apply some on you, and then you'll have some privacy. Just make sure to cum on this flask. Later, you can immediately take your suppressants, to stop any heat trigger.”
The flask weighed like nothing on Jaehyun’s palm. “Why do you do this? he asked the nurse.
“This what?”
“Why do you help the ones that violate you?”
The omega’s eyes clenched in confusion. “It’s our role. God made us this way, didn’t He?”
Jaehyun wanted to say God was nothing like that. God was something else.
Something that reminded him of orange trees.
The exams told no lies: Jaehyun was highly fertile, with a concentrated sperm that promised many and many pups to aid the population. That meant he had to be paired with a mate as soon as possible.
After two days in that cell, the guard came to take him out. “Time to meet your mate.”
So that would be it. Jaehyun was going to be matched with an alpha he had never seen before. Someone who was not you. He swallowed harshly as he stepped out of the cell, joining the guard on the way to the elevator. Every step he took towards his destiny ached.
And then, he heard a familiar voice. “What are you doing, huh?”
“Ah, Taeyong!” the guard exclaimed. “Is anything wrong?”
“Yes. The test results for this guy are wrong. Some confusion was made, you see. I have to take him back to testing,” Taeyong explained. “Mister Park’s orders.”
The guard politely stepped aside. “As you wish.”
“Come,” Taeyong hummed, placing a hand on Jaehyun’s nape to guide him over the elevator. But, at the last minute, Taeyong looked over his shoulder to make sure no one else was watching, and quickly pulled Jaehyun towards the stairs down to the parking lot. “Come on, we gotta be fast.”
“Fast for what?” Jaehyun asked.
“For escaping, dumbass.”
Wide-eyed, Jaehyun tried to listen to his intuition. He didn’t want to be naive again, and Taeyong was an alpha… But anything seemed better than to walk back and be paired with someone he did not love. So he did as Taeyong said, rushing to a black car and sliding into the backseat.
“Lie down. You can’t be seen,” Taeyong instructed as he sat on the driver’s seat.
“Where are we going?”
“Somewhere that’s better for you.”
Jaehyun lied down quietly as Taeyong drove. The car took a few turns left and right, getting to what seemed like a highway before Taeyong spoke again.
“You can sit down now.”
“Can you tell me what the fuck is going on?” Jaehyun demanded.
“I’m taking you to the rebels.”
“The rebels? You mean omega rebels?”
“And alphas, as I am clearly. It's my job. I rescue omegas.”
“Is this some kind of joke?”
“I think you’ve had enough jokes,” Taeyong chuckled. “You can chill, Jaehyun. Everything is going to be fine.”
“Is Y/N a rebel too?” Jaehyun breathed hesitatingly. Your name burned in his tongue. His brain clenched in a mantra: Tell me she is. Tell me she is. Tell me she is.
“The best of our kind,” Taeyong grinned. “You didn’t think she was actually letting the bad guys take you, did you? It might have seemed so, because it took me more days to rescue you than I planned. I’m sorry, but it was really risky to take you out earlier. I need to take care of my reputation, you know? And Y/N is surely going to murder me the minute she knows I could not keep you from getting tested. Shit.”
Hopelessly, Jaehyun started crying. His sobs were like heavy clouds making it rain in his heart. He didn’t know he was crying because he wished to believe Taeyong, or because he already did — because, if it was true, if you really were a rebel, then you were perfect. Then you did everything in your will to give him a way out. Then there was a chance your love for Jaehyun was real.
“W-what, are you-” Taeyong frowned. “Don’t cry, man, I’m sensitive to others’ feelings.”
“I thought Y/N hated me,” Jaehyun sobbed.
“She’s crazy for you. She’s saved omegas before, and some even fell in love with her, but it was never reciprocated. When she knew the hunters were coming for you, she asked for my help, and here we are.”
And just like that, Jaehyun’s was God’s favorite again. “When can I see her?” he quickly wanted to know.
“It might take a few days. She was selected for a mission in a nearby city, so she’s gotta be careful now. I’ll let her know you’re safe when we get to the headquarters, okay?”
It was hardly okay. Jaehyun had been impotent and despairing for the past days, because he believed tooth and nail that you were the worst person ever. But now, your love for him made him feel empowered and ready to fight against whoever got in his way. He could not simply sit down and wait for you. He had to be with you. Ferociously.
“I have to see her. Please, Taeyong. Take me to where she is.”
Taeyong chuckled apologetically. “I’m sorry, buddy, but I only take orders from your mate.”
You stared at Jaehyun's glasses, bent to your feet, the lens shattered in the shape of a cobweb where his happiness once shone. It was the grammar of your despair.
He had said that you were awful, and even if you hoped he was going to soon understand why you allowed his capture, that word stung like an unbearable twinge of pain right in your heart. Seeing your mate hurt and pretending it did not bother you was easily the hardest thing you had ever done, and although your fingers itched to light the world on fire to save him, you knew only patience and discretion were going to offer Jaehyun a way out.
You trusted Taeyong. He was your best friend. He was going to keep an eye on Jaehyun while you played your role in another hunt.
Sitting speechlessly on the passenger’s seat, you pretended to listen to Doyun’s precise instructions on how the hunting would go. Other two alpha hunters you met quite well were in the backseat: Jeno, sharpening his knife with repetitive moves, and Johnny, who still had his knuckles red from a previous hunt. From all three, Doyun was the colleague you trusted the least — and much to your dislike, he was in charge of the operation.
“We’ll act fast and be done with it. These omegas offer almost no resistance,” he cooed before his eyes landed on the glasses on your thigh. “What’s that for?”
Like a good alpha, you took care of your omega’s belongings.
“A victory statement,” you lied.
It took about an hour until you arrived at the nearby town, the paddy wagon smoothly driving through the suburbs. The minutes before a hunt started were always rough on you. Those people had lives of their own. Parents, friends, mates and children. Hobbies. The laws that separated you from them were as blinding as a fog. They did not deserve the suffering. The humiliation.
The sun shone in deadly sparkles of orange.
Doyun parked in front of an ordinary house. At his command, you all left the car, quickly following behind as he broke inside, coming across five different faces startled in fear: a middle-age couple, with an alpha male and an omega female, and three kids.
Fuck.
“Oh, look at what we have here,” Doyun chuckled under his breath, smoothly removing the knife from his hip. The blade shone like crystal water under the sun. “Such a beautiful family… What a shame it will be to hurt any of you.”
The kids hid behind the mother, tugging on her dress. You first noticed the bite on her neck, where the alpha’s teeth had sunk to make her forever his — then, your eyes slid down to her tummy, shaped a little rounder underneath the fabric. “Please, leave my kids and wife out of this,” the male begged. “I’ll go with you if you promise they will be safe.”
Your stomach turned over nauseously. “Doyun, they already have kids. Let them be,” you argued.
“Why?” He looked at you like a snake would look at a mouse. “They’re probably hiding the omega pack, Y/N. We need to make them speak.”
“They are mates and she is pregnant. Anything different from leaving them alone is pure masochism.”
“You’re softer. Is it because of that omega? Does he really mean something to you?” Doyun swiftly aimed the blade of his knife at you. “You haven’t been hired to care, Y/N. You’ve been hired to act. You better remember that.”
You held his gaze strongly, even when he stepped so closer it reverberated in your bones like a threat. Your blood boiled red.
“Jeno, you grab the kids. Johnny, take care of the man,” Doyun commanded, looking over each one of you until his eyes bore into yours one more time. “The woman is mine.”
Perhaps it was your love for Jaehyun that spoke louder, but this time you could not tolerate any more bullshit. Deep in your guts, it just didn’t feel right to allow alphas to wander as a crown made their heads weigh. As others owed them unconditional respect, a respect they did not own. Every person who was thought of as being of a lower class, as though they only existed for others’ pleasure and use… It was Jaehyun’s face you saw when you looked at omegas.
Any move from your side could easily destroy years of disguise and fakery, of hiding behind the mask you intended on using to protect Jaehyun, but you knew your priorities now. You knew that, in order to support your mate, you too had to be yourself.
The alpha that liked baking. The woman that fell in love with a rebel soul.
Clenching your fist, you tilted your head and grinned softly. “You fucking wish.”
How quickly your hand came for his cheek was even beyond you, the impact so powerful your fingers snapped. Mixed with the sudden pain, Doyun’s surprise was the perfect opportunity for you to kick the knife off his hand before he could retaliate.
And retaliate he did, throwing you against the wall. The shock of your back against it made you hiss, but the sound was cut short when Doyun wrapped a hand around your throat. A clean kick of your boots between his legs was enough for him to let you go, coming to his knees right in front of you.
For a moment, you crossed eyes with Johnny, who was already taking the family outside to the car, to take them somewhere safer.
Jeno, on the other hand, simply stared at the door frame as confusion munched longly at his features.
When you blinked again, the knife you had kicked away had caused a sharp, deep cut in your thigh. You hissed and stepped back in pain, your breath fast now that blood soaked your jeans, warm and red.
“I’m taking you back to the capital, Y/N,” Doyun’s smirk was perversely mocking. “They will make a fantastic breeding bitch out of you.”
Your entire body burned like a merciless fire. With one certain move, your fist collided with Doyun’s jawline, causing an awful sound echo through the walls.
You knew how jaws sounded when they broke.
Looking over at Jeno, you hummed in deep breaths. “Are you a good boy, Jeno?” He nodded, in awe. “Then, help me with this motherfucker.”
Doyun offered little resistance when Jeno lifted him up. Even his kicks and punches were a mere attempt as he had one of his hands trying to hold his dislocated jawline in place, teary eyes big with the pain. Never before you had seen him so defenseless. It made you proud.
You met with Johnny outside. “Fuck, Y/N. You’re hurt.”
Only now you noticed your blood was drawing an exposing trail on the floor. “I think my disguise ends here,” you chuckled dryly.
“Probably, but we do have more important things to tend to now,” Johnny retorted.
“Care to stitch me up before I drive?” you asked, making him frown.
“You’re driving? Y/N, I don’t think that’s a good id-”
“My mate needs me,” you interrupted. “I can’t make him wait longer. Can you keep the family safe?”
“Absolutely,” Johnny nodded. “What about Jeno?”
Looking over as Jeno locked Doyun inside the back of the paddy wagon, you breathed. “I’ll take him with me.”
“So you’re a spy?” Jeno asked in the back, as he made sure to watch Doyun, who was cuffed to the seat and sleeping peacefully after you had punched him in the head. You were not going to drive with him trying to speak all the way to the capital.
“You can say that,” you said while driving, hissing low whenever you had to use your leg. Even with Johnny’s skilled stitching and the painkillers, it hurt like hell. “At least I was until earlier today.” Now, you were just a rebel. Out in the open.
“And Johnny too?”
“And Johnny too.”
“Holy shit, you’re really good!” His surprised tone nearly made you chuckle.
“There is always space for new people, you know,” you encouraged, looking at Jeno over the rearview mirror. “You have a good heart, Jeno. You can work for a better cause.”
He looked down, a lonely strand of his black hair falling onto his forehead. “I don’t know… I think I’d easily get caught.”
“We all think that at some point. Then, we just get used to it.”
Jeno spoke no more. You too preferred to stay silent.
Every mile you drove meant a mile closer to Jaehyun. You could not wait to get to him. To finally let your arms embrace his sweet body.
A small red sign that twinkled by the steering wheel called your attention. Shit. You were running out of gas. “Jeno, I’m stopping to fill up. You keep an eye on Doyun for me, okay?”
Thankfully, you stopped at a gas station minutes later, quickly jumping out of the wagon. You were about to pay when Jeno called you. “Y/N, can you get me some snacks, please?”
“Sure. Anything in particular?
“I like shrimp crackers.”
And so you grabbed some at the convenience store, as well as bottles of water to keep you and Jeno hydrated. It was going to take another two hours until you reached the capital, and you had a feeling it was going to seem like twice the amount of time.
As you approached the cashier, you noticed small, lovely cakes placed around the line, and a specific flavor made your heart flutter. Those pistachio cakes were not to be compared to yours, but they could be a perfect small treat for Jaehyun. For when you would meet again.
Influenced by sweetness, your eyes lifted from the cakes to the glass door that faced the station. It was only then that you noticed Jeno was outside the wagon, with Doyun by his side.
Doyun had a gun in his hand.
Everything you held in your hands fell to the floor at the same time the bullet pierced the glass — and by then, you were already on your fours, searching for a way out. Another gunshot was heard as you rolled to your right, noticing a back door at the other side of the store. You ran to it in no time, as fast as you could even when the wound in your leg pulsated, and frantically looked around, searching for a way to escape.
There was an old man talking on the phone by his bike, and you did not think twice before pushing him aside. “I’m really sorry,” you apologized while grabbing his keys and phone, jumping on and starting his bike as if your life depended on it.
Well, it did.
One final time, you looked over your shoulder to witness both Jeno and Doyun behind you. A last shot was heard.
As you rode, the bullet in your shoulder bled through and through.
The headquarters were nothing like Jaehyun expected: less like separated buildings where the rebels hid, and more like a normal city, where people lived commonly. The only difference was that the only way inside was through a tunnel that was watched nonstop, certain as the sun came back every day. “The police are on our side,” Taeyong explained. “It’s safe.”
Jaehyun saw omegas, betas and alphas living so freely it even surprised his own expectations. Omegas worked as police officers, betas were teachers, and he got a glimpse of an alpha taking his kids to the local playground.
That place was everything he had ever dreamt of. And you were part of it.
“This is Y/N’s house. Like, her real house. She has an apartment in the capital too, for disguise purposes,” Taeyong hummed after he parked in front of a simple one floor house, even if Jaehyun knew to whom the house belonged to even before the alpha had said one word. The entire place smelled like you. “She told me to bring you here.”
Jaehyun grinned widely. God’s clouds all over his head again.
“Thank you, Taeyong.”
“It’s fine. Again, I’m sorry for taking longer to come and get you.” Suddenly, the alpha’s face lit up. “Ah, here, Y/N told me to buy you these.”
New glasses. Almost identical to the ones he previously had.
Taeyong left Jaehyun on his own after that. With the keys in his hands, the omega breathed deeply, looking around carefully, and recognizing you in the small details: the pictures of your mother on the wall, the resistant plants, the bakery books on the shelves, and the kitchen utensils that were worn out by how many cakes you had baked.
Jaehyun did not know it was possible, but he felt so much more in love with you his eyes teared. It was like digging deep into his being and sleeping in the calmest nest of his thankful wishing. Slowly and without noticing what he was doing, he started gathering small items that brought him comfort. One of the pillows on your bed, your hairbrush, a silky black gown you probably wore for sleeping in the summer, and a pair of your biker gloves. Jaehyun lied down on the bed with all those items nested inside his arms. His eyes closed to dream of you.
It was already night when his eyes opened again. Your scent, rawer than ever, came from the window as rain suited the neighborhood like a hat. And it was violently metallic.
After throwing your phone in the road and grabbing the one you stole, you called Taeyong and sent him your localization. The bullet in your shoulder hurt more excruciatingly at each passing second, but it was not enough to keep you from your final destination. You rode through the setting sun and the first clouds that gathered in the darkest shades of gray. You rode through thunder and lighting. Through the heavy summer rain.
When you got to the tunnel, you broke down in Taeyong’s arms.
Even though your ears understood every word your friend told you, because you automatically nodded in acknowledgement, your mind was too busy to make a full idea of what he said. The only thing you fully got, between delirium and the wetness that soaked your muscles, was that Jaehyun was safe.
Then, Taeyong took you to the hospital. You allowed it only because you did not want Jaehyun to see you injured. It would be a sin to scare him.
Similar to blank pages on a diary, the next hours were numb and almost imperceptible to you. Most of the time, your eyes remained closed out of tiredness, your body claiming its need to rest after the adrenaline flood in your veins. But a few things you remembered.
Taeyong was right next to you as the doctor, a young female omega, gave him instructions. “It will only cause more damage if we remove the bullet, actually. Her body will just surround it with a scar tissue and wall it off, but we should give her painkillers for a few days.”
You groaned on the bed, feeling a little more sober now, as you even registered the raindrops hitting the ceiling. “All of them, please,” your voice came out hoarse and exhausted. Much to your relief, you had already been medicated.
“Y/N, are you alright?” Taeyong leaned over.
“I’ve been worse,” you replied.
“We’ve sterilized your wounds, miss,” the doctor explained. “The bullet in your shoulder isn’t fatal, so the best thing to do is to leave it there. It’d be more dangerous if we tried to pull it out.”
You nodded in agreement. “If you say, I don’t mind it.” Your eyes slowly opened to meet Taeyong’s. “Where’s Jaehyun?”
Your friend smiled in amusement. “At your house. I didn’t want to call him.”
“Good,” you nodded.
In perfect timing, your face turned as soon as the doors were open, only to land on a very familiar face, one that you would recognize amongst a million. Your person was right there, soaked in rain, dripping on the hospital room floor, and he was smiling. Jaehyun was smiling through the droplets that fell from the black strands of his hair. So beautiful he could lend a bit of his beauty to every man on earth and still be the most handsome.
“Y/N,” oh, his voice… His beautiful, deep voice opened every curtain of your body, letting the sun shine through. Like a vice, his musky scent calmed down your heart.
You opened your arms to him, and the moment Jaehyun hugged you was like the weight of the world was removed from your shoulders. He was wet and cold, but also so warm that the greatest bonfire could not compare. The firmness of his chest against your breasts, his breath against the curve of his neck, his gentle fingers removing the hair from your face, strands that stuck to your skin due to your salty tears.
“Are you alright?” you sobbed. “I’m so sorry, Jae. I’m so sorry.”
“Shh, don’t. Please, Y/N, I know it,” he looked into your eyes reassuringly. “Taeyong told me everything. I know. You don’t have to feel sorry.”
Your tears fell down your cheeks like waterfalls as you rested your hands on his elbows.
“Are you alright? Do you need anything?” he asked.
“Yes. Stay with me.”
You did not have to ask twice. Jaehyun was never leaving your side.
His hand held yours long after the nurse and Taeyong had left. “You should sleep, Y/N. You went through a lot,” he advised, letting the tip of his fingers tug your hair behind your ear.
“Why sleep when I finally have what I want? Two days waiting for you felt like an eternity,” you admitted, your voice low and serious. “They might have been rough on you.”
Jaehyun both nodded and brushed the tip of his thumb against the surface of your hand. “They were, but I suffered the most because I was heartbroken. I get it, though. Why things went the way they did.”
“I thought I was going to protect you for longer if I kept my identity, but it’s all over now,” you sighed. “I should have ran away with you when I had the chance.”
“You didn’t know, Y/N. It’s okay.”
You looked into Jaehyun’s eyes the most sincerely, squeezing his hand into yours. “Do you forgive me, Jae?”
“There’s nothing to forgive.” The kiss he planted on your forehead felt like a mating bite. Like true, eternal love.
For two more days, the doctor insisted that you stayed under observation. Gratefully, your wounds seemed to act quick in the solemn act of healing, as bandages were constantly changed by Jaehyun’s delicate hands, so smoothly you only felt slight tickles when his fingers applied the prescribed ointments.
In moments like that, you felt blessed that your mate took care of you like you intended to take care of him, regardless of your status. Alpha, omega… It didn’t matter. You were both responsible for each other.
Also, you thrived like a cherry blossom in spring whenever he tended to your needs.
“You mate might have magical hands. Your wounds are almost fully dry, miss,” the doctor grinned when she came to last check on you.
Instead of bringing any biological or scientific explanation, you simply nodded. “Does it mean I’m free to leave?” you asked excitedly.
“You are, with the condition that you keep the exact treatment you’ve been doing here for seven more days.”
“You have my word,” Jaehyun spoke, looking bright like a winter night behind his glasses, and with a frank, happy smile on his lips.
An hour later, you left the hospital with your hand in his. The day was warm, the sky a lighter shade of blue as a few clouds played in the open. At the extreme and joyous brightness, your eyes tightened, and Jaehyun immediately used his free hand to hover over them.
You were going home.
Your house exhaled the lustful aroma of orange fields even more now that you were back to it, your pheromones and scent prominent like you were intentionally marking your territory. To Jaehyun, it was overwhelming, his sensitive nostrils addicted to every breath, his hands shaking from how badly he was trying to control his needs, taking suppressants to muffle any chance he went into heat. It was only going to distract you from healing, anyway, and no matter how he liked to think you were both safe, Jaehyun still feared alpha hunters would suddenly appear.
So he did what he thought best and played it safe. He cooked for you — your favorite dishes constantly on the table —, cleaned your wounds and slept with you, placing a chaste kiss to your forehead with every goodnight. Everything in those days felt comfortingly domestic, so much that Jaehyun knew, like the tree branches knew how to grow, that he could live days like that for the rest of his life.
“I haven’t been able to decorate the house with flowers in ages,” you sighed, eyeing the empty vases around your living room. “We should go on picking some today.”
“Isn’t your leg hurting?”
“Oh, this?” You chuckled, rubbing the stitches on your thigh. Summer had gotten so scorching you finally decided to put on shorts instead of pants, allowing Jaehyun to see more of you. “Looks uglier than it hurts.”
“You wouldn’t be ugly even if you tried your best, Y/N. Not a single part of you.”
There they were again. The reddest ears you had even seen.
“Sweet,” you praised with a peck to his dimpled cheek. “Let’s go!”
It was only when you arrived at the fields that Jaehyun realized your idea could not have been better. It was a perfect day to pick flowers, and even if he missed the town where you two met, the fields at the secret city were just as beautiful. Peonies, orchids, sunflowers, roses, lilies, and several sorts of plants grew over the horizon — the colorful sight was soul pleasing. With glowing eyes, Jaehyun admired how skilfully you cut the stems.
“I think we’ve got enough,” you stood up, putting some white lilies on the bucket he carried. Your eyes traveled up and, for a moment, you salivated at the image. His defined muscles clenched under his tangled sleeves, his shining black hair reflecting the sun, his brown eyes innocently holding your gaze. “Wow.”
Jaehyun frowned. “What?”
“You. I don’t think I ever said how beautiful you are.”
He fixed his glasses in that adorable way that showed both nervousness and care, looking down at the colorful bucket. “Oh, thank you.”
Swiftly, you pulled him by the hand until his chest met yours. “Why are you still on suppressants?” you asked calmly.
His eyes met yours again. “I don’t think it’s the right time to let it happen,” Jaehyun admitted. You could tell he was putting some effort into holding your confronting gaze. “You��ve been through a lot.”
“To get to you. Now that I have, I don’t feel like holding back. Is that okay?”
His cheeks resembled the peonies you had grabbed. “Yes, miss.”
“Don’t call me miss,” you reached for his hands with a smile that, to Jaehyun, uncrowned the sun. Your lips against his wrists left a feverish sensation on his skin. “I want you to call me yours.”
He swallowed, wetting his plump lips with his tongue before speaking. “My… My love.”
There were no words to describe how accomplished your heart beat at those words, like all the questions deep in your soul were answered by three simple syllables. Confidently, you stood on the tip of your toes, leaning closer as your eyes alternated between Jaehyun’s eyes and lips. He leaned closer too.
Your lips touched with the sun’s blessing.
With a hand on his nape, you kissed him so slowly it was possible to feel inch by inch of his mouth widening. A low, raspy moan escaped your throat when Jaehyun’s tongue found yours. He kissed you like songs were created, melody, rhythm and lyrics combining, making sense, becoming one. You could kiss him for hours, and you were probably going to if raindrops had not started falling heavily from the sky.
Parting ways with your laughter as background music, you ran straight to the closest shelter: a small and abandoned wooden barn, that at least was going to be of use until the rain passed.
It took one look for you to notice you were both soaked, fresh with rain, and so ready for each other it could be cut in the air with a knife.
After placing the bucket on the floor to let the flowers dry, Jaehyun kissed you again. This time, your tongues moved heatedly, drawing sensual circles around each other. Because there was no need to rush, you seized every bit of the kiss, from how your heads leaned forward to how Jaehyun’s lower lip brushed yours. You wanted to breathe him in. To lick him whole. To drink his every drop. Nobody had ever kissed you like that before, so warm and wanting it felt as though the sky was breaking open. Like a theft, your hand slid, gentle and demanding, under the soaked fabric of his white shirt.
“Is this okay?” You had to make sure.
“Yes,” Jaehyun breathed affectedly, feeling your nails against the defined muscles of his abdomen. His damped hair was dripping raindrops. “Is it for you too?”
“Yes.”
“I can wait a little longer, until we get home, if you want.”
“You’re my home,” Jaehyun retorted, and you were kissing him all over again.
For once in your life, it felt right to let go and devour the world with your own mouth. You took Jaehyun’s shirt off, kissing his muscles like a devotee worshiped a saint, memorizing every mole from his hip to his neck.
For once in your life, you let someone undress you, and kissed his knuckles in gratitude because it felt safe. Even if he could see the scars on your stomach. The marks of every plan going wrong. Every hunt, every lie.
“It’s fine,” you whispered.
But of course Jaehyun had to kiss you right there. Of course he had to press his plump, swollen lips from kissing against where you had been the weakest. “You’re beautiful, my love,” he murmured as his hands roamed your body, thumbs situated on the curve of your waist as his fingers sank against the fat of your skin. Your nipples peaked harder against the cool, fresh air. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Want you to make me yours.”
The shiver that ran down your spine was like thunder touching the ocean’s deepest ground. “You want me to bite you?” A bite given by your mate formed a permanent, unbreakable bond. It was a definitive and territorial claim, like the scar your teeth would leave in his skin.
Jaehyun’s instant and certain nod could easily have killed you with how fucking sweet he was.
With your lips back on his, your hands pulled your shorts down your legs; your panties rested where they landed, the bottom glistening with thick arousal. Proudly naked in front of your mate, you jumped on a table that was gladly by the barn’s door. It looked firm enough for what you were going to do.
Spreading your legs enough to offer him a peak of your core, you guided his wrist under your navel. “You look big, my love,” you murmured, giving in that you had absolutely noticed the girth in his pants. “Can you prep me a little?”
There was nothing Jaehyun would deny you. Readily, his hands spread your legs a little wider, and the tip of his fingers ran against your soaked, sliging lips. His gaze took as long as it needed staring at your folds, as though Jaehyun wished to commit the image to his memory in all its colors and shapes.
“It’s my first time,” lifting his eyes to yours, he confessed.
“So is mine,” you smiled. “I’ve only used toys.”
Jaehyun’s irises glimmered. So you were about to discover sex together, every stage of it, every thing that would and would not work out.
Fuck, what a lucky bastard he was.
Ever so gently, Jaehyun slid two of his slender fingers inside you, making you immediately clench around them with a breathy moan. “Go slow,” you instructed, only to find out Jaehyun did not need any of your orientations. Soon, he was with his mouth on your nipples as his fingers drew wet echoes in the barn, going at a pace that pressured a sensitive spot within your folds.
“You’re perfect,” Jaehyun grunted, needing you to know how amazing he was feeling just with his fingers buried in you, his eyes amazed to see such a breathtaking view. “So soft and wet, my love. Better than any toy I’ve used.”
“Baby,” you moaned, melting with how sweet Jaehyun sounded and how handsome he was when he concentrated on your body, those deep brown eyes focused on your cunt. His scent, too, was slowly driving you to insanity, feeding a brutal, biological need inside your guts. Growling, you tugged at his pants. “Take these off.”
It would be a shame to leave you waiting. Without removing his fingers from your clenching walls, Jaehyun pulled his pants and boxers to his feet with his free hand.
Your mouth drooled at the sight. How handsome he was, from head to toe, every color and vein, just for you... “Fuck, I want you,” you breathed impatiently.
The deep grunt that left Jaehyun when he pulled his fingers out came from the depths of his ribcage. From the tip to the base, his long fingers glistened with your pulpy juices. Almost too much to take. “Can I have a taste first?” he asked with eyes so allured you wanted to fuck him right then and there, but you complied, relishing as your omega got on his knees.
You removed his glasses to keep them from getting foggy.
At the first touch of his tongue on you, your toes curled at the edge of the table, your body unable to control its own responsiveness. You did not know if you liked the pleasurable sensations on your clit the most, or if it was how Jaehyun’s face was crafted while he had the time of his life between your legs. Even if impatience ate at your limbs, you let him suck and lick your pussy all he wanted, drowning in the slurping noises echoing in the barn. “Feels so good, baby. You’re so talented, doing this for the first time,” you praised, resting on your elbows as you watched, drawing slow circles with your hips for his mouth to follow. “That face is mine to cum, huh?”
Jaehyun moaned with his mouth still on you, looking up from where he so devotedly stood. “Yes. Just yours.”
“Good,” you tugged at his hair just slightly to lift his face back to yours. Your taste in his mouth was like oranges, like falling in love and lust. “I’m going to use it later.”
Thunder fell outside, lighting up the afternoon sky, as you adjusted on the table and kissed Jaehyun passionately. He grabbed the base of his member and aligned it with your entrance, rubbing the head, leaking with precum, up and down a few times. “Do you want me to pull out?”
“Hell no,” you shook your head with a grin. “I’m on birth control. I want your knot, angel.”
With his wet hair dripping on your stomach, Jaehyun grabbed the side of the table with such strength that it made his veins clench. You calling him sweet names nearly had his eyes rolling to the back of his skull. You were a temptress, so delicious and with a beauty that ended every standard, so knowing and lustful, and he was eager to please you, to feel your every inch, to make sweat and cum glisten on your skin like pearls. “You’re so good,” he muttered overwhelmingly, and even before he understood his own body, the head of his cock was welcomed by a wanton grip, one that soaked him warm and made his balls tense with how much cum he had for you. “You‘re the best alpha I could ask for, so beautiful and lovely, I’m so happy my heart is yours,” he mumbled, making your heart flutter.
You threw your head back when he was fully inside you, occupying the space sex toys, as effective as they were, never did. Your gaze held his all the time, even when they darkened with desire. You wanted to remember that scene forever. You wanted to keep it to your heart, the first time your omega felt your pussy around him. “I’m happy too, love. Madly,” you smiled. “Is everything alright?”
“Yes. You?”
“Wonderful. You can move.”
Gripping the table’s edge, Jaehyun slowly retracted his hips only to slam them back again. The way his face clenched could be put in a painting and hung in a museum, because it was pure art, from his eyebrows to the curse that died on his lips. “I can feel you tightening around me.”
“Does it feel good?”
“Fuck, yes,” he breathed, this time thrusting a bit faster, which was a synonym for erratically. “S-shit, did I hurt you?”
“I’m not made of glass, Jaehyun. You can go harder,” you encouraged by planting a kiss on his lips and guiding his hand to grab your hip.
With that, Jaehyun was lost forever. He let years of suppressed heats explode in every blood cell, in every breath and thrust of his hips. He let himself be the savage, lewd creature his desire crafted, and only for you he moaned, your name like wine on his lips, the jiggle of your breasts and thighs feeding his arousal, his knot forming quicker than he liked.
You saw his eyes turn into needy orbs, his agape mouth letting out the most guttural moans you ever heard, and the exposure of his thick, masculine neck had your teeth sharpening in seconds.
You pulled him closer, your breasts rubbing against his chest.
Your teeth touched his skin, and that lovely musky, leathery scent edged you on. They sank through skin, blood and muscle, the sharp edges piercing the core of Jaehyun’s soul, until it was tangled to yours. You moaned with his blood in your mouth, feeling how your heartbeats aligned, how your pupils left almost no space for the color of your irises, how Jaehyun’s knot formed firm and long inside you. You took it ravishingly, shivering on the shaking table, lost somewhere between Jaehyun’s moans and the feeling of his body flush to yours, until you managed to gather enough consciousness to remove your teeth and offer him your neck.
The mere thing Jaehyun saw was your mouth, bloodied, smiling in permission, before he dived in to make you his as much as he was yours.
Equally.
“So you’re telling me that after leaving my shop to a complete stranger and traveling for hours I can’t see my friend?” Haechan crossed his arms stubbornly.
“Johnny is not that much of a stranger. He’ll have the time of his life selling things for you” Taeyong chuckled. “But yes, you definitely can’t see Jaehyun now. He’s in heat.”
“And when is it going to be over?”
Taeyong shrugged. “In one week, I guess?”
“All that?”
“I told you, there was no use in coming with me, but you insisted.”
Haechan sighed, not wanting to admit Taeyong was right. “Is Y/N with him?”
“Where else would she be? She is his mate now.”
“So all they will be doing for an entire week is to be locked up, fucking each other’s brains out?”
“Correct.”
Haechan rubbed his face in frustration. “And to think that I was worried about him…”
Jaehyun admired the two small teeth marks on your neck as he breathed in and out.
“Color?” you demanded.
“Green,” he replied, looking so deliciously pliable your mouth watered.
You were finally in a scenario Jaehyun had pictured uncountable times inside his head: in your bedroom, which now was quite honestly a nest for the both of you, somewhere your omega felt comfortable and had his most primitive needs tended to, while slow rhythm and blues played, and the aroma of freshly baked pistachio cakes filled the house. Not only was Jaehyun surrounded by things that had your natural scent shirts — pillows, a leather jacket, biker gloves and plushies — but you were there all the time, no exception, to keep him well fed, hydrated and completely satisfied.
You even had rubbed your pussy on a pillow for him, one that he kept his nose buried in.
Right now, you had Jaehyun’s naked body restrained by ropes, your hands working on the delicate yet firm knots that kept his hands behind his back, his wrists tied together, and his chest tied to one of his thighs. It was the sound of your breathing and the notes of the rope coming against the ground that turned him on, the helplessness and vulnerability to be put in your beautiful hands… Oh, Jaehyun loved it.
You had been hidden in the nest for three days. However, it felt like an eternity of knowing your mate and savoring his every reaction. Since you weren’t much experienced, both you and Jaehyun found out what you liked together, and the absolute attention you paid to one another was holy, like a prayer whispered at night.
“This will leave lovely marks on your skin,” you grinned wholeheartedly, brushing his hair back. A thin layer of sweat covered his skin.
“I love you,” Jaehyun let out as quick as a bubble exploding. Your beauty shook him to the core. “I love you so much.”
“And I love you,” you let your hand drift to where he needed you the most. “Are you sure you’re not sensitive? Is it like, your sixth boner today?”
“I can take it. Please,” he reassured.
“How do you want to cum this time, baby? My hand?” Jaehyun shook his head. “My mouth?” Another shake. “All the way in?”
Jaehyun nodded, wetting his lips with his tongue. “Want you to ride me.”
You replied by straddling his lap.
It always amused him, how fucking beautiful you were on top. Your tits were perfect in his hands and mouth, the curve of your waist giving space to the adorable fat in your belly, and how your thighs spread over his was just cinema. “Thank you, my love,” Jaehyun smiled.
“The pleasure is all mine,” you assured, rubbing the slick of your core against his swollen member before taking it all in, starting a quickened pace so your lovely boy could find his relief one more time.
Because his hands were restrained, Jaehyun couldn’t touch you, but he still stared in awe at the earthquaking vision of you rocking his world. You swallowed him full, making his cock disappear inside your entrance only to poke at your navel from inside out. Your pussy was his favorite place to be, where he felt the happiest, blessed in mind, body and soul, and you let him feast on it whenever he wanted. Your darling, loving man.
“Let go for me,” sweetly, you pecked his forehead.
Jaehyun felt his cock harden an almost impossible amount, his balls aching with cum, before he was moaning helplessly, his knot firmly attaching to your uterus.
It was the look on his face that made you cum along, riding his cock faster, eating from every move of his good looking face.
A thin drop of sweat ran down Jaehyun’s temple as you both calmed down, ecstasy giving space to a loving, bonding gaze. “I think we’re getting better at this,” he cooed, making you laugh.
“No doubt. We will be unstoppable once your heat ends.”
“I don’t want it to end.”
“Cute.” Softly, you lifted your hips. His member, glimmering in juices and white cum, rested against Jaehyun’s stomach.
It was going to take minutes for it to get hard again.
“Y/N,” he called.
“Yes, angel?”
“Can you make yourself cum for me?”
How you held your breath had Jaehyun close to wishing his hands were free to make you cum himself. But oh, he wanted to watch. He still was not over how beautiful you looked when you had an orgasm.
You smiled widely. “I think I love you even more with every word you say.”
Grabbing a light pink vibrator from the bedside table drawer, you rested back on the mattress with those attentive brown eyes following your every move. The device’s buzz filled up the room with a naughty promise. You brushed it gently against your nipples, then down your belly, all over your thighs and finally where Jaehyun loved the most.
He watched without a word, licking his lips when you moaned wantonly, first focusing the vibrations on your clit before easily sliding the vibrator inside your cum soaked hole. “Fuck,” you cried.
You dripped pearly white on the sheets. A beautiful sight.
Jaehyun’s skin shivered with goosebumps. Every damn time. “I’m so lucky,” he uttered, eyes glued to your pussy. “I’m so fucking lucky.”
As sweet and gentle-mannered as he was, Jaehyun could kill for the smile that bloomed on your face, so pure and adorable even if your cunt clenched around the toy. Your hand slid low, starting to rub long circles on your clit. “You are. Even more knowing that you’re going to fuck me dumb when I’m done.”
Most of his life, Jaehyun was told alphas strictly played the dominant role in the bedroom. Now, however, nothing thrilled him more than the perspective of switching roles with you.
You offered him the world. You allowed him to be.
He grunted quietly and yet deeply, already counting the signs of your orgasm approaching. First, your tightening drunk eyes; second, your hips rolling erratically; third, your chest trembling in long breaths that prolonged your ecstasy. “That’s it, my love. That’s it, looking so pretty for me…”
The moment your orgasm kicked in had your hole visibly pulsating, your mouth agape and your eyes rolling back. You let out a high-pitched moan as your back arched, and pulled the toy away fast, your swollen clit way too sensitive to receive further stimulation.
With his cock so hard it ached, Jaehyun admired in awe, unconsciously trying to get rid of the ropes that restrained him, which only caused them to burn hotter against his porcelain skin. He was so immersed that the only moment he noticed he was drooling was when spit ran down his chin. “Fuck.”
You sat on your thighs, readily licking his saliva and running your fingers through the knots on his back. The loveliest smirk decorated your face. “Time we untie you, angel.”
The experience of being untied was, perhaps, just as good as being tied up. Jaehyun watched with pupils dilated, taking small breaths of relief when the rope loosened around his skin, leaving red and pink marks on his body where it pressed. You watched in full delight, kissing the marks that blossomed in a deeper shade. “You’re so good for doing this, Jaehyunnie. I’m so lucky too, my love.”
He sighed when the rope fell entirely to the mattress, his muscles relaxing in freedom. Without waiting any longer, Jaehyun kissed you long, hands roaming up and down your curves. Smoothly, he turned you around, with your chest to the sheets and your ass up in the air. “Jaehyunnie is going to fuck you raw now, like dogs do,” he whispered, both his hands caressing your butt cheeks, his fingers slaves to both adoration and perversion. “Color?”
You smiled over your shoulder.
“Green. A thousand times green.”
You stared at the ceiling as your body rested in awe, a smile plastered on your face like it was permanent ink.
For the past few days, you had tended to Jaehyun rawly. Ravishing and frankly, to a point your bodies collided in exhaustion. All you had the strength to do was wrapping into each other’s embrace and sleeping for hours before you started it all over again.
After a specific round that left you breathless, your thighs shaking from overstimulation, his voice came out soft. “What now, Y/N?”
You hummed, leaning against his bare chest. “Hm?”
“What is it gonna be when we leave this room?”
“To give you an answer, I have to know what you want,” you replied, even though you were already considering the possibilities. Doyun was not going to stop hunting you, that much you were certain. You would never be safe as long as the government continued to sponsor people like him.
Jaehyun stared into the ceiling for a few seconds. “It is nice here. I feel safe and loved. I think I’ve always wanted that, too.”
“But?” you risked.
“But I don’t think it’s right for us to hide forever. What was built here has to be normalized out there, in the open,” he breathed. “I want to go back to the shop. I want to see the sea and listen to the birds sing in the morning. I want every omega in the world to have the opportunities they have here.”
Your chin rested on his chest, eyelashes batting softly as sunlight crystallized your irises. “Is that what you want? To rebuild the world?”
Jaehyun nodded.
“Good. I’ll give it to you,” you sealed your promise with a peck on his lips. Jaehyun’s eyes widened slightly as he puckered his mouth against yours.
“W-what do you mean?”
“I mean I will be the rebel to fucking stab the system in its throat.”
At that, Jaehyun got hard all over again. His eyes, so pure, blinked in a sparkling admiration. “I’ll fight with you.”
“Don’t say nonsense. You’re not fighting.”
“I think we agreed alphas don’t make choices for omegas,” he ran his hand through the sweaty strands of your hair. “If you fight, Y/N, I will fight with you.”
You let him be right. In every word and intention. In every truth of his desiring heart. And when Jaehyun smiled, his soul promised you way more than guns, hideouts and blood.
It was something worth fighting for.
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[❤️🔥💪] "𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐱?" [💪❤️🔥]
top!Lucas/Wong Yukhei x bottom!male reader
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WC: 2,4
Genre: Smut. MINORS DNI
Tags: Lucas is a college heartrob, Lucas looks like out of FraternityX, college classmates, friends-to-lovers / fwb, blowjob, "bro" to "slut" but still "bro", low-key rough sex (deepthroat, throat fucking), car sex, semi public sex, tricking into sex.
All individuals consent.
Enjoy!
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Lucas is your hot, stereotypically jock classmate on some of your college classes. It's simply unavoidable falling in love with him. Every day since your classes started, he comes talk to you, his "bro", always with that cute goofy smile.
Today's one of those regular class days. Lucas is looking very handsome today, as usual. Black hoodie, gray sweatpants, and running shoes. Typical attire for him. "Hey, bro!", you greet him, him taking out his Airpods to get ready to chat with you, sitting next to you in the classroom. "Ayo! Wassup", he asked, his goofy smile charming you. "Ahh, just ready for another boring class". "Same here...", Lucas replied.
Class started, and you just can't avoid staring at Lucas often, just like you do every single class. He looks so hot, chewing gum, checking on his phone because he's getting tired of the class... taking the minimum notes he could take of whatever the professor is talking about. He's so tall, so sexy... His tan skin, full lips, sharp jawline, those big eyes... you just can't believe such a handsome guy is your friend. Could that change?
Class finished. Such a good day so far, you guys talked a lot in the break, having some good laughs with your friends. Time to go home now. Lucas had an out of usual proposal today. "Yo, uhm, I brought the car today, and I need to drive towards your place direction. I can offer you a ride, wanna hop in?", he asked, goofily smirking like always.
"Ohh, sure, thanks mate", you replied, excited. What better to spend some time with your friend at his car? This is new for you, he usually just drives towards the other direction, and you have to take the bus. You both leave the building and go to the campus' parking lot, where you see Lucas' car. "Here we go, hop in champ", he said, giggling. You replied with a smile, opened the door and got on the co-pilot seat, then closing the door. Lucas got on the driver's seat, and closed his door
Surprisingly, he didn't start the engine. You took some long seconds to realise, as you were checking your phone for a bit. When you turn your head to look at him, he's smirking at you. "What happens?" you ask, nervously smiling. "You think I don't notice when you look at me in class?", he asks, pressing the button to lock the doors. "W-What do you mean?", you ask, a bit shyly as you acknowledge the fact you do check on him often.
"You like me. You're in love with me, don't you?", he keeps asking. You don't answer anything, looking down. "Don't be shy... you can tell me. I won't judge you. I'm into boys sometimes as well. Don't be afraid", he kept telling you.
"Y-Yeah, I guess I do... I like you...", you answer. "Right...", Lucas sighs, nodding. He then suddenly grabs you by your nape, pulling you into a short kiss. His big lips smooches yours, so quick you can't even get to close your eyes. "W-What~", you stutter, before staring at Lucas for a second and then going back kissing him, this time making out already.
Lucas guided all the kiss, first softly biting your lips and then starting to pu his tongue into your mouth, to which you reply by doing the same. Your tongues dance inside of each other's mouth. "Mgmgh~", you moan inside of Lucas mouth, loving each part of it. You just can't believe you're kissing your crush and friend... and it's as good as you expected it.
You guys keep making out for long minutes, Lucas way of kissing getting a bit more aggressive and horny, starting to bite a bit more rougher your lips and putting his tongue deep into your mouth, making you moan quietly and squirm.
Lucas stops kissing you but keeps his face very close to you. "Y/N", he says, with his characteristic deep voice, staring at you with his big handsome eyes. You stare at him and reply: "W-What... did I do something wro-".
"Have you ever had sex?", Lucas said, interrupting you. Shivers run through your body when you heard that. Is what you've been waiting for ages finally going to happen? You get a bit shocked but find some breath to reply. "N-No, Y-Yukhei...", you reply. awaiting for Lucas reaction.
"Let's see if we can fix that...", Lucas said, smirking and starting to caress near your crotch. Right afterwards, he goes back on making out with you. You also caress his thighs, but get a bit more daring. You try putting a hand over his crotch, and you notice that Lucas' bulge is getting rock hard.
One of Lucas hands starts caressing your butt, to which you let him do because you're liking it. You start feeling the passion of the moment in your chest, a sentiment of euphoria bubbling inside of you. You start grabbing and kneading Lucas's bulge, loving how hard it's getting. You feel Lucas low groans inside of your mouth while you two keep on making out passionately.
At some point Lucas pulled out again, and stared at you just like he did previously. He whispered lower this time. "Y/N... Come over and suck me off... would you like to?", he said, outspoken like the bad boy he is. You had to get daring to reply to such proposal, thinking about how you're about to lose your virginity to your hot friend...
...specially when you two are in a car in the campus parking lot. "L-Lucas, what if someone sees tho...", you say, looking around. It's true that there's not people around currently, but you can see people walking far away. "Don't worry, Y/N... If you kneel in front of me, no one will see. The windows are high enough and the pedals are behind enough for someone to fit", he said, sounding strangely logical. "Have you done this before...", you asked suspiciously. "Uhm do you want to have sex or not-", he says, wanting you to ignore that. "Y-Yes, sorry", you reply, nervously smirking.
You get over the controls of the car and go knee in front of Lucas. He was right, your feet barely touch the pedals and head ends up right below of the windows. Lucas put a tiny pillow on the floor so your knees don't hurt. "Thanks...", you sigh. "No worries. Now, unzip it...", he says, staring at you from above. Fuck, he looks so hot like that. Legs spreaded, his big bulge showing, and his handsome face sexily staring at you from above. You're so thrilled...
You unzip Lucas pants, and lower his boxers just enough so his dick sticks out. You're shocked despite it being just like you expected it... A 23cm thick cock, veiny and tan like his body, trimmed pubes and slightly curved. You do a hard swallow when you see it, wondering how you'll make it to suck it all. "B-Bro, you're very... like... hung like a horse, d-damn...", you say, your voice trembling a bit. Lucas giggled quietly. "That's what everyone says", he jokes. "You can go at your own pace, don't worry".
You grab Lucas cock. It's very warm and soft. You can't lie, it looks tasty as fuck... You stroke it a bit to get it as hard as it can. It's the first time you touch a dick that's not your own... it feels so good already. "You can start licking it", Lucas suggests, to which you finally do. You put your tongue in the cock's tip and start swirling it around, then going up and down licking all his shaft as if it were a lollipop, making sure to get it wet with your saliva.
You then slowly take Lucas cock in your mouth, almost halfway through. It tastes so good indeed, you already have an obsession for it. You suck it happily, but kind of concerned about how will you do to take the bottom half of the cock if Lucas asks you to deepthroat him.
Lucas moans in pleasure, enjoying how good you are sucking him. "That's it, fuck... Keep sucking it...", he groaned. You kept sucking it good, your lips fully kissing and taking Lucas' big cock, tasting all his flavourful flesh. You slapped this tip on your tongue, trying to give him such a good blowjob.
You kept sucking his dick, up and down and swirling your tongue in it. "Do you like it, Y/N?", he asked, sexily. "Y-Yeah... I'm loving it...", you said, jerking him off for a second and then going back sucking him. "So fucking good... You're almost like a natural cocksucker... Woah... You're doing it amazingly... Look at me while you suck me", he ordered. Being called a cocksucker really turned you on, you complied with him and stared at him while keeping on sucking his big dick. "Just like that, yeah~", he groaned.
You can hear the voices of some students nearby. They are probably gonna get on their cars. You stop sucking him just in case they're close enough they can see. Lucas didn't agree tho. He grabbed you by your nape and forced you back on his cock, now making you suck him even deeper than before. "Don't worry, they aren't close enough, they won't see anything. Keep sucking, fuck", he said, enjoying it so much.
"Damn, from all the sluts I've gotten in here, you're the one of the better ones already...", Lucas sexily groaned, looking at your eyes. Despite you being his friend, it looks like he now can't stop seeing you as one of his fuckmates. It didn't help that, the moment he called you a slut, you just started taking his dick even deeper into your mouth, almost taking it entirely. "Fuck, fuck, just like that, yeah~", he said, while you jerked off the base of his dick.
Lucas started thrusting slowly upwards, now fucking your mouth. Your gag reflex activated, some saliva starting to leak out of your mouth. Nevertheless, you got used to it, and were able to take his thrusts. Lucas dick feels so fucking good inside of your mouth, you just don't want to ever leave from his dick. You're addicted. And he loves it as much as well.
"F-Fuck, if I knew you were this good sucking cock I'd have taken you here earlier, fuck", Lucas said, grateful of having tricked you into getting into his car planning to fuck you good already. "Now I'm gonna push your head so you take it all inside okay? Take a deep breath, bro", Lucas said and you nodded. He grabbed you by your hair and pushed your head deep into his cock, making you deepthroat his 23cm dick all inside of your mouth. You start gagging, some tiny tears coming out of your eyes as it was too much to take.
"You like it, don't you? Huh? Tell me, come on bro, fucking tell me", he groaned, thrusting upwards while you deepthroated him. You obviously couldn't answer; yet, you tried. "MgmghMGGH-", was all you could say. Honestly it wasn't a surprise to you that Lucas liked it rough... you actually liked it as well. You loved how such big cock tasted in your mouth, it was all you've been longing for so much time, having your friend's dick all inside of you.
Lucas let you take off his dick out of your mouth, letting you breath. You kept stroking him off while you heavily exhaled. You looked at him and smiled, letting him know how much you're loving it. Then, you went suck his cock again, now sucking it up and down thoroughly.
Both Lucas and you got very euphoric. The car got filled with dirty sounds such as your sloppy noises and moans and Lucas groans and dirty talking. You love your friend's dick so much you just can't stop sucking it, and that's having an effect on Lucas. His dick started throbbing, and you could feel that in your mouth.
"F-Fuck, I'm gonna fucking come, you bitch, fuck, I can't believe how of a fucking good cocksucker you're~ keep taking all my dick, bro, come on", he said, thrusting upwards while you sucked him good. You can feel the tip of his dick in the back of your throat, tasting his flesh, and his bitter precum flavoring all your mouth.
"I don't like cleaning my car, you better swallow it, okay?", he said, his voice breaking as his groans got louder. Let's hope there's no one around. Even if you're well hidden, Lucas dirty talking couldn't avoid getting loud and noticeable. You nodded happily to what Lucas said, sucking his dick so good and awaiting for his cream.
Lucas finally came inside of your mouth. Fuck, it's a fucking lot of cum. Warm, thick, plentiful and bitter cream spurted inside of your mouth, some directly getting down your throat, while his throbbing dick is still inside. You start swallowing, the closing and opening motions of your throat satisfying Lucas so much it even milks his until the very last drop.
You swallow most of his cum, leaving some in your tongue. Lucas takes his dick out of your mouth, and leaves it over your face. You can feel the whole weight of his fat long dick all across of your face. "Show me your tongue, now", he ordered, smirking, to which you showed him your tongue with some remains of cum still there. "Fuck, I never thought I'd finally see my friend taking all my cum like that. Call this a friendship strengthening pact", he giggled, goofy as ever. "Now seriously, I wish this happened earlier. You're such a good fucking fuckmate, gosh, I never expected you to be this good at sucking dick", he softly and sexily whispered, keeping on with the sexy atmosphere. "And I never expected your dick to feel this good, I loved it, Yukhei...", you whispered.
Lucas leaned over to kiss you, you both swapping saliva and his own cum in a passionate and sloppy kiss. You both make out for a long while. Everything is different now. You're not a virgin anymore, you lost your virginity to the your friend you've been attracted to for so long... And your friendship is not going to ever be the same. It's just going to get better from now on.
Lucas pulls out, a string of saliva mixed with cum falling in between you both. "You haven't come yet, did you?", he asked sexily. "N-No, I haven't...", you replied. "It's not a good first time until you get to cum, bro", he said, softly smacking your butt...
Part 2?
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mark (but not lee)
park jisung x male reader
cw: jealous sex, dom-ish top jisung, fwb relationship, marking kink, breeding kink, degradation, dumbification, overstimulation, spanking, rough sex, idol au, y/n is in a group, porn with not so much plot, bit of praising, kinda fluff-ish at the end.
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it was the end of an award show, all the groups were in stage saying goodbyes and greeting fans, y/n was giggling and being so touchy with other idols without realizing that this was making a certain idol jealous, park jisung, who decided to walk towards him and give him a hug "see you in the dressing room when this ends" he whispered sending shivers down y/n's spine.
what started as a friends with benefits agreement escalated quickly to a one-sided love by jisung. unbeknownst to him that it wasn’t one-sided at all.
“i'm here.. what do you want?”.
“watch your tone slut.. why so bratty all of a sudden?” asked jisung with a smirk plastered on his face “you don't want my cock” he grabs his bulge “or maybe you've already taken one up your tight, warm hole” he snickered.
“jisung what the fuc-” the top grabbed y/n by the arm throwing him towards a table and then locking his hand around y/n's neck “i saw you out there being so touchy with some idols. i bet you were begging them to fuck your greedy whore hole like the cocksleeve you are” the degradation going directly towards y/n's dick.
jisung felt something poking his stomach “woah.. you truly are a dirty whore who gets off by others telling you how you're nothing but a sex toy to be used as we see fit” he licked his lips.
sounds of skin slapping echoed in the dark room, y/n's moans being muffled by jisung's fingers deep inside his mouth. “tell. me. who. you. belong. to” every word accompanied by a harsh thrust, “answer me fucking slut”. “you~.. park ji-jisung” y/n somehow managed to said with jisung's fingers still in his mouth.
jisung had you folded up on the table, holding y/n's ankles down with his knees near his head, slamming his hips into y/n so hard drawing whimpers from the bottom's mouth “this way you would always remember that i own you. your hole belongs to me and i'm the only one allowed to pump you with cum, is it clear?” he slapped y/n's cheek. “yeshh~ only youu~” drool spilling out of the dumbified y/n's mouth.
“so dumb for my cock” he whispers, kissing y/n next. this time jisung had y/n in a mating press position thrusting in and out, but everytime he pulled out he made sure to go in as hard as he could, destroying that tasty hole. “look at this gaping hole such a pretty sight” jisung watched how the hole clenches “this hole is so inviting and i can't deny it” he spat inside the hole watching how it goes down the hole disappearing seconds later “you make me so fucking horny” he grunted while his hand landed on y/n's ass, leaving a red hand mark on the ass cheek, repeating the same process again and again until the ass was in a bright red color.
y/n came after all that spanking, his cum dripping down his shaft, “s-so m..uch~” the overstimulation hitting him so he tried to stop jisung but his pleas were in vain. “aww it's my slutty boy tired? yeah?” he pouted in a mocking way caressing y/n's cheek “but i haven't cum yet. and as the good boy you are i know you're gonna let me use you until i'm satisfied right?”, y/n wanting it to end quickly just nodded and with a sloppy kiss they sealed the deal.
the next minutes jisung went wild fucking and growling as he was an animal leaving marks and bites across y/n's body, except those ‘risky'parts, to reaffirm his position as y/n's owner. “you look so pretty with all those marks on your body don't you think so?” once again y/n just nodded because of how tired he was “soo~ pretty…” he smiled. deep down he loved jisung's possessive behavior in the sex.
finally jisung came inside the abused hole making sure it reaches as deep as he could. he then pulls out, using his veiny hand he slapped and fingered the hole “c'mon baby push it out” he hurries y/n by kissing him in the neck “do it for me pretty boy.. c'mon” jisung then puts a third finger inside the abused hole “holy shit!” yelled y/n squirting all the cum inside him, staining part of the table and the floor he does that a few times more “it was… a lot~” he pants.
“yeah but you did so well tonight. i'm so proud of you” both then kissed and got ready to dress and leave the room that stank of sex and cum..
“you were so wild back there” y/n commented in their ride back to the dorms “i'm sorry” jisung replies “it's just.. it's just that i was a bit jealous” he added.
“but why would you be jealous… it's not like we're something” y/n said that last part in a low tone but jisung heard it. “i wish we were something tho” he says while looking out of the window, the street lights highlighting his beautiful face. “wait what? what do you mean?” said y/n surprisingly. jisung sighed “i love you y/n”. both make eye contact and y/n grabs jisung hands “why didn't you tell me before?”. “i-i didn't want to say it and then scared you and have to watch you walk away from me... i really love you a lot and when i see you with someone else i get jealous because deep down i wish that was m–” he was interrupted by y/n's lips locking with his, “i love you too silly” y/n said and then both laughed while touching foreheads “you just made me so fucking happy y/n. wanna eat something?” jisung asked caressing y/n's cheeks.
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be my valentine | park jisung
nsfw, mature content, minors DNI!
ship: park jisung x male reader
desc:(name) doesn't particularly like valentine's week, but his boyfriend is sure he can change that.
**(requested)!
valentine's week had always been a sore topic for (name). A few failed relationships that never really went past the initial phase, and the lack of ideal guys to date left the man with a bitter feeling towards the lovers' week. But all that changed last spring when he was surprisingly asked out by his upperclassman. and the most handsome one at that.
everybody could see that jisung would make the ideal partner for anyone. his soft looks, amazing personality and loving nature made (name) realize he really hit the jackpot with this one. he was surprised when jisung approached a junior, and him out of all, to go out with.
the lovebirds had quickly hit it off and molded into the perfect pair. their chemistry was off the charts and (name) finally had a relationship that constantly made him feel loved.
when the week (name) used to dread arrived again, he was no longer feeling the blues. how could he, when he woke up to breakfast in bed, and a bouquet of azaleas. the boy let out a happy squeal, hugging his boyfriend, who was looking ethereal in his plain white button-up and half-pants. jisung always has been a romantic.
(name) gobbled up the deliciousness, giving his boyfriend a quick peck on the lips, getting up to shower.
as he stepped out of the bathroom, he tried to hold back his reaction to the sight in front of him. jisung was sitting on the couple's bed, back resting on the bedframe and manspreading. his black hair fell beautifully on his forehead and his blue eyes bore into (name)'s figure.
he spoke through hooded lids, beckoning (name) close with his index finger. "time for your next gift babe. c'mere." heartbeat rising and feeling excited, (name) trudged over to the bedside and climbed.
jisung patted his wide thighs for (name) to settle himself on, snaking his arms around the younger's waist the moment he took his designated seat. (name)'s body towered over jisung's slightly shorter one, both men gazing into each other's eyes with love and want.
"so lucky to have you, darling. happy valentine's", breathed jisung. a smile etched onto (name)'s lips as he smacked them onto jisung's plump ones. the two started to make out, sucking the air out of each other's mouth.
jisung's hands moved up and down (name)'s torso, squeezing and grabbing the supple skin, eliciting a moan from his partner. jisung's kisses moved southward, planting wet smooches on his lover's jaw, neck, chest and stomach.
he lifted (name)'s shirt over his head, flinging it behind them. he continued his trail, his hands holding the other's waist. his tongue flicked the sensitive nipple, and (name) let out a high pitched whine, hands clutching jisung's locks.
the elder was not satisfied with the response and started to bite the bud, while his other hand played with the other. the pleasure was driving (name) mad, but he didn't want it to end just yet.
he pushed his boyfriend's head away from his chest, the latter looking confused and hurt. (name) smiled softly, caressing jisung's face. "as much as I would love to cum from this alone, I want us to cum together." the words brought a smirk onto the elder's face.
"then beg me."
(name) was slightly shocked by his sudden change in demeanor.
"w-what?"
"you heard me baby. beg me. ask hyung nicely" jisung restated.
(name) gulped, his heart rate speeding up. this was new, but not unwelcome. "please, hyung" he whispered.
"please, what? speak up, baby boy" jisung replied, enjoying the newfound power he had.
"please, take me."
"take you where?"
(name) whined. "you know where, hyung" he pouted.
jisung leaned in to the crook of his neck, kissing the sweet spot, "but I wanna hear you say it, baby."
(name) felt his breath hitch, his voice shaky, "fuck me, please."
the boys' lips were like magnets, never staying apart from the other for too long. they separated only to catch their breaths, then immediately going back at it again.
jisung grinned. "good boy" he pulled down (name)'s shorts, leaving him completely bare. the elder reached for the nightstand, pulling out a bottle of lube. he lathered his fingers in the liquid and slowly pushed one inside (name)'s entrance, stretching the hole.
(name) winced at the intrusion, jisung stopping momentarily before he started to move his finger again. the pain slowly subsided and the younger started to feel pleasure, a moan escaping his mouth.
"feels good, doesn't it baby?" jisung spoke.
"hyunggg, more" he whined. the elder added another finger and scissored his partner, opening him up for his cock.
"you know what's hotter than having a taller boyfriend?" jisung questioned, his actions never coming to a halt. (name) was too lost in pleasure to respond so the older answered for him.
"when said boyfriend whines and begs his hyung to make him feel good" he smirked.
(name) blushed. the embarrassment and arousal were overwhelming. he knew his boyfriend was a little shit somewhere behind his sweet and caring aura, but not this much.
jisung added a third finger and the stretch was delicious. (name) moaned again, throwing his head back, and his cock aching and dripping. he was a moaning mess and jisung was enjoying the sight. he pulled his fingers out, causing his partner to whimper.
he unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down along with his boxers. his fully erect dick stood proudly and jisung spread some lube on it.
"are you ready baby?" he asked.
(name) nodded. "I'm so ready hyung" he whined. jisung lifted him and placed him on his lap, his back facing him. he lined his dick up against the hole and pushed in slowly, (name)'s eyes widening and letting out a loud moan.
jisung's dick was so thick that once he was buried to the hilt, the boys took a moment to breathe. "you okay, baby?" jisung inquired, concerned for his boyfriend's well-being. (name) nodded, letting his body adjust. he rocked his hips forward, signaling to his partner that he could start moving.
jisung pulled out slightly and thrust back in. the pace started slow, but the two men eventually got into a rhythm, the sound of skin slapping resonating around the room.
"you like that, huh?" jisung groaned. (name) couldn't form words, his head filled with clouds. the only noises he could make were the sinful sounds of his moans.
jisung slightly altered their positions so he was on top, pushing (name)'s face down and his ass up. he thrusted harshly, the new position making the pleasure so much deeper. (name) gripped the bedsheets, his knuckles turning white. his legs were shaking from the overwhelming feeling.
"ahhh, hyung! right there, right there!" (name) screamed, his prostate being hit by his partner. jisung aimed his thrusts to hit the bundle of nerves again, and again. his hand was on (name)'s cock, jerking him off in sync.
"cum for hyung, baby boy." he growled. the younger felt a coil tightening in his lower abdomen, and then released all over the sheets. his walls clenched around jisung, sending him over the edge as well.
the latter spilled his load inside (name)'s asshole, filling him up to the brim. he pulled out and laid down beside him, both panting.
"that was fucking amazing, baby." jisung smiled, kissing (name)'s forehead.
"it sure was" he replied, snuggling closer to his partner. "and to think I thought valentine's week would suck this year too".
"not with me around. let's sleep. i made dinner reservation for the evening. after today, you're gonna love the 2nd week of Februarys". jisung chuckled.
(name) was looking into his boyfriend's eyes with nothing but hearts in his own.
"hyung?" he called softly.
"yeah?"
"be my valentine, please. each year, every year."
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💙🩷Take Two🩷💙
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Pairing: Dom! Top! Jeno x Bttm! Sub! Mreader x Dom! Top! Jaemin
Genre: Smut
Cw: Threesome, size kink (brief), feminization, implied virgin reader
A/n: woah. It’s super short, but I’m tired and don’t want to make you guys wait any longer 🤷 might be some typos in this one, I’m losing my mind fr.
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Inviting both Jeno and Jaemin over at the same time was a big mistake. You never thought you’d end up being pounded by both men on your living room floor. Jeno had his face buried between your cheeks, lapping at you hole while Jaemin talked you through and kissed you sweetly. “MMH! J-Jeno not too much!” You yelped, feeling his wet muscle travel deeper into your hole. “Shhhh. He’s making you feel good.” Jaemin hummed, running his hands over your perky nipples and hard cock. “Ungh! It’s too much jaem I’m cummi-!” you where quickly cut off by your second orgasm of the night, certainly more to come. You watched as jeno rose from behind you, chin covered in your slick. “Your boy pussy is so good, m/n~ I love the way you taste.” He cooed, sending a nod to the other top, signaling him that it was his turn. Jaemin, quickly pulled off his sweatpants, no underwear underneath.
Your eyes widened at his size, sure in general he was huge, but his cock too? “Let me use that pretty mouth. Open up for me, m/n.” He spoke, the tip of his dick kissing your lips. You immediately complied. The sensation of your tongue around his length was heavenly, moans flooding from his throat. “M/n, go deeper. You’re just so good. Taking me like a good girl.” Jaemin rasped, his mind slowly slipping away from him. You couldn’t help, but whine at the nick name. You were a boy, identified as a male, but you were jaemin’s good girl. Jeno watched, a small grin spread across his face as he watched the events before him unfold. Soon he was bored. “I’m tapping in, M/n. Don’t be worried, I’ll take good care of you.” Jeno whispered behind you, his hands resting on the small of your back. You tried to respond, but jaemin’s cock hitting the back of your throat made it pretty impossible. You yelped as you felt Jeno’s finger enter your hole, causing the man in front of you to cum. All the sensations led you to your third orgasm. He pulled out as you swallowed, a satisfied hum leaving his lips. “I’ll sit back for now. Be a good girl for Jeno.” Jaemin sat up on the couch, immediately stroking his cock in rhythm with Jeno’s finger. He only added more fingers, his pace quickening, and his breath getting shallow. You could hardly take it, just the curve of Jeno’s fingers made you crazy. The sensation only got stronger. You were getting hotter. He was getting louder. So close……..Four…..Orgasm number four. “Cmon, princess. Its was only my fingers. Your really asking me to suck you down, hmmm?” Jeno questioned, his throbbing cock rubbing between your ass cheeks. “Please! I’m begging you, just fuck me.” You whined, pressing back against his cock. That’s all he needed. He was pounding into you, the floor beneath you rattled. (R.I.P the downstairs neighbor) “J-JENO! TOO..TOo Much!” You moaned out as his dick continued to hit your prostate each time he thrusted in. “Y-you asked for this~~ how could I-i hold back when your just so pretty.” Jeno praised, his thrust becoming sloppy. You quickly screeched as Jaemin crouched in front of you to pull you into a heated kiss. Your body was numb at this point, the overwhelming feelings taking over. It wasn’t long before Jeno was burying his cum deep inside of you and your seed had spilled over the carpet. “Five times. Your just so good, M/n. We’ll take a short break for now.” Jaemin cheered, his praises never making it through your fucked out brain.
You woke up on the carpet the same as when you passed out, the other two asleep in your bed. “Fuckers”
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#lee jeno x male reader#jaemin x male reader#nct dream x male reader#nct x male reader#nct dream x reader#nct dream smut#kpop x male reader
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Pairings : SUNGCHAN NCT x male reader
Genre : Smut
Warnings : Gym sex, public sex, rough sungchan, height kink, strong sungchan, kissing, bunch of sex, rimming.
A/N : was requested! Sorry if it isn't what you wanted!
Not to say that Sungchan was a bit.. too tall for your liking but, yet it turned you on so much just the thought of him hovering over you, legs spread wide open for him to smell your scent, sweet vanilla mixed with a bit of chocolate roaming around you.
It turned Sungchan on too. He would regularly get on his knees in front of you and place his head on your thighs just to smell your scent.
Anyways, his height was a sexual problem.. if you would try to be a power bottom, his height would make everything turn around. He would pound your hole over and over again non-stop while you cry out for him to stop yet he wouldn't.
Currently, you were suffering trying to pull up some dumbbell that was crushing your upper half. But that didn't stop you from working yourself to finally lift it up.
After a few moments of working out, your eye caught something on Sungchan's body that was quite hard.. isn't he such a dickhead? Getting hard while working out? Ugh! Can't anything be not sexual between you and him for once? Yet, you enjoyed how easily horny he could get.
You didn't want to make such a fuss out of it so you just continued working your body.. till that boy came behind you in an attempt to 'help' you but was really just needing to release some of his horniness into you.
You knew how this would probably turn out so.. you lifted your upper half up and turned around just to see a desperate sungchan looking dead at you with such a needy expression painted on his face. "Need you now, y/n.." he said in a hushed tone. You didn't know how but Sungchan quickly pinned you against the hard wall that was painted white.
Why was he so aggressive now? And why the hell did you enjoy it? Someone could walk it and see this, yet the thought of getting caught roared into your ear drums, sending you over the edge. Not only the thought but Sungchan's actions as well. He kissed your neck and jaw as aggressively as he could, not caring if he was hurting you or not (which he wasn't). His touch was so addictive that you pushed yourself against him to feel more of his presence against yours. The two of you continued to stay like this till finally you've had enough and groaned as a sign for Sungchan to do something else but, boy was too busy planting hickeys on your neck and jaw so everyone could know who you belonged to.
Finally after what seemed a decade, Sungchan flipped you over on your stomach against the wall. He removed your clothes and replaced them with kisses against your skin, making you whimper as he continued kissing.
Now that he was finally met with your ass, he spread your cheeks, immediately abusing your hole with kisses and licks around your rim. Your eyes rolled back from the pleasure of his tongue against your skin. You let out loud noises such as whimpers and moans at his actions and that just made his ego grow more and more.
Such a great boyfriend
#nct x male reader smut#kpop imagines#kpop boys#kpop smut#sungchan#sungchan x male reader#kpop#nct smut
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“A Neighbor Like You”
Kim Dongyoung (Doyoung) x Male Reader
SMUT! DNI if under 18!!!
Plot: Doyoung is Y/N’s older neighbor who takes an interest in the boy.
Y/N L/N was in his first year of college and was just moving into his new apartment. Excited to start a new phase in his life, Y/N put down the box in his hands and looked around to the place that would become his home.
Y/N’s parents walked in the door a moment after with the last of Y/N’s things. After a tearful goodbye, Y/N waved goodbye to his parents and went up to his apartment.
Y/N walked around the place with a deep sigh, having left home for the first time and unsure of when he’d see his parents next. Yet at the same time, Y/N was ready to begin his independent life.
In an effort to get to know his neighbors, Y/N decided to give some of his cookies to everyone on his story, starting with his next door neighbor.
Y/N quietly walked over to the next door and rung the bell, a little bit nervous about whether his neighbors would be nice and welcoming or rough and rude.
The door was opened by a handsome man in his mid 30s with a white T-shirt that showed off his muscular build. While not a bodybuilder, it was clear that the man had worked out for a good time, furthered by his significantly muscular thighs on display with his 2 inch inseam shorts.
Y/N looked up and down and was drooling in his mind before the neighbor said, “Can I help you?”
Y/N snapped back to reality, introducing himself, “Hello, I’m Y/N L/N, and I just moved here. I wanted to give you these cookies and please let me know if you need me anytime for anything .”
The man looked Y/N up and down, before teasing him by grabbing his hand and then the box of cookies before saying, “Thanks, I’m Doyoung and I might take you up on that offer real soon.”
Y/N quickly gave the rest of his neighbors cookies, who were mostly families. Y/N couldn’t get the image of the mature man who opened the door for him out of his sinful mind as he pondered on what they could be doing as they were only a wall away.
Doyoung knocked on Y/N’s door while Y/N has just finished stashing away all of his things. Y/N ran up to go answer and was more than excited to see the handsome man again. At a closer distance, Y/N was able to smell his cologne and naturally musky smell, attracting him more to the older man as he kept looking up and down the eye candy called Doyoung.
“You said I could call you anytime, Y/N. Here I am, I need some help with dinner,” Doyoung slyly replied while giving Y/N a smirk.
Y/N was too innocent to pick up on the smirk but thought it was very clever that his neighbor found a way to invite him over for dinner. Nonetheless, Y/N was very excited and followed his neighbor into his apartment.
Y/N’s eyes looked around in shock as he noticed Doyoung’s detailed wall accents, accessories, and furniture that was extremely well kept, especially for a bachelor. He was only impressed more and more by Doyoung, who invited Y/N into the kitchen.
“It’s making dinner and finishing it that I needed your help with,” Doyoung joked.
Y/N expressed his gratitude to Doyoung for letting him in and for the dinner while Doyoung instructed Y/N to cut some green onions for a garnish.
Y/N kept stealing glances of Doyoung’s body and face, enthralled by the square rim glasses falling low on Doyoung’s nose, the defintion and veins on his arms emerging with every chop he made with the knife, and the meatiness of Doyoung’s thighs.
Y/N just kept collecting images of Doyoung in his mind, probably for jerk off material later, but what he didn’t realize is that his gaze was obvious to the experienced Doyoung.
Doyoung knew Y/N was attracted to him and was ready to ensnare him in his trap. Making a small move to fluster him, Doyoung tsk tsked to Y/N.
“You’re not cutting the green part fine enough, lemme show you,” Doyoung claimed with a straight face, all the while walking over to Y/N and hovering over his body. Doyoung leaned in and held Y/N’s hand over the knife as he guided his chopping, while simultaneously moving his body closer to Y/N’s. His front side was eventually fully pressed against Y/N’s back, enabling him to feel Y/N smooth and bouncy ass on his crotch.
Y/N on the other hand, could not stop blushing after he felt Doyoung’s large cock, making it clear there was no underwear underneath Doyoung’s already revealing shorts. Y/N’s just let Doyoung’s hand take control of the knife and his hand as he felt the warmth from behind him.
Doyoung slowly moved away, knowing that Y/N was in a state like hypnosis and would do whatever the older wanted out of attraction.
The dinner was soon finished, as Doyoung asked Y/N questions and learned of the other’s young age, his college apprehensions, while informing the other of his age and lifestyle as well.
Doyoung and Y/N’s neighborly relationship had started on good footing, but things were only about to get better and closer.
Right before Y/N was to bring the plates into the dining room, Doyoung cleaver stashed away the second chair so there was only one chair left.
As Y/N brought the food to the table, Doyoung explained that he only kept one chair because it was usually just him at home, but it wasn’t going to be an issue.
Doyoung sat down and Y/N was shocked as Doyoung pulled Y/N down into his lap.
“Problem solved, you can just sit in my lap. There’s not going to be any trouble with that, right Y/N?” Doyoung teased with a smirk as Y/N blushed.
Y/N was struggling to prevent getting an erection while sitting on such a hot man’s thighs. Y/N enjoyed the warmth of Doyoung’s muscular things and abdomen more than the warmth of the rice bowl he was eating, and he convinced himself to relish every moment of sitting on Doyoung’s lap in case he didn’t have the opportunity again.
Luckily for Y/N, Doyoung saw through all of his antics as clear as day and let the younger have his way with maximizing the skinship between the two. Doyoung himself was having trouble restraining himself from an erection as the younger shifted on his lap, allowing Doyoung to enjoy the shape of Y/N’s ass as well.
Dinner was soon finished, and Doyoung took off his shirt, “Damn that rice bowl really heated me up (in more ways than one).” Y/N was still eating, but he kept sneaking glances at Doyoung’s abs, well defined pecs, and rounded, muscular shoulders.
As oblivious as a virgin would be, Y/N just kept getting hornier while not realizing Doyoung’s intent.
Doyoung knew that Y/N was a virgin from the way he acted and saw that his chance to take the younger was a pretty good one, as Y/N clearly swinged his way.
Doyoung got up once Y/N finished his meal and led him into the bedroom, “There’s something here I need your help with.”
Just as Y/N entered, Doyoung quickly shut the door behind him and pushed Y/N to the wall as he kissed him aggressively.
“My first kiss, mm, feels so good,” Y/N thought as he tried to kiss back Doyoung, whose tongue was encircling his in a dance that spoke of technique and experience. Y/N was shocked but due to his arousal, he melted right into Doyoung’s arms.
Doyoung moved their lower bodies closer as he pulled his lips apart from Y/N before whispering in his ear,“ It’s my cock that really needs your tight hole, the dinner was just a distraction,” all the while rubbing his hard on against Y/N’s.
Y/N was worried on how he would take a large cock in his virgin ass that had never even been touched before, but his horniness clouded his mind as he agreed, saying out to the other with a blank expression, “Please take me. I’ve been so horny painfully so since I saw you this afternoon. I want you to give me my first feeling of cock, please you’re such a DILF, Doyoung.”
Doyoung smirked back, “I had my eyes on you too, you seemed like such a fresh piece of meat that I knew I wanted to the be the first to pound your hole so you learn how good anal can be. Looks like all my tactics worked, I’ve ensnared another prey in my trap of attraction.”
Doyoung threw Y/N onto the bed before kissing him aggressively again. Doyoung took off Y/N’s t-shirt before sucking on his nipples.
“Milk me, D-Daddy. AHHH,” Y/N screamed as he felt a surge of sensitivity in the area before Doyoung moved onto the next one, prompting a light yelp. Doyoung then skillfully rid Y/N of the confinements of his shorts and underwear with just one hand, while the other muscular hand with veins and thick fingers rubbed itself all over Y/N’s abdomen, like a massage that was giving the other warmth and making his lower body feel a pressure to cum.
Knowing that Y/N was being stimulated extremely well due to his technique. Doyoung began to slowly pump Y/N’s cock with a tight grip as Y/N moaned out.
“It feels so good, it never feels this good when I do it,” Y/N said with a fucked-out expression.
“That’s cause I know exactly how to make you feel good, Y/N,” Doyoung proudly stated while rubbing his finger over Y/N’s glans, causing the younger to throw his head back and lift up his legs.
Doyoung stopped abruptly as the younger began to whimper for more pleasure, “Don’t you think it’s time I pound your ass nice and good, Y/N? You better only cum from having this cock inside you. Take a nice long, hard look,” while Doyoung took off his own shorts.
Y/N kept staring at Doyoung’s cock, which perfectly matched his body in its huge size. 9 inches long with a thick shaft and multiple veins that emphasized its power, Y/N never felt like he needed dick more in his life than in this moment.
Doyoung brought his fingers close to Y/N’s mouth, commanding the younger to lick. He scooped up a decent amount of Y/N’s saliva, rubbing it over his cock.
Y/N yelped as Doyoung flipped him over onto his stomach and got behind him, holding open his ass cheeks to reveal his tight, pink, virgin hole.
Doyoung spit onto Y/N’s hole, before getting on his knees right behind Y/N in order to rub his tip against Y/N’s hole.
“Ready to be a slut just for me, Y/N? Want me to pound your ass until you forget your name and your body is imprinted with the shape of my cock?”
Y/N groaned, “Mmm, please Mr. Kim breed me good.”
Doyoung chuckled, “Of course I will, not everyone opens up their virgin ass to a stranger within the first few hours of meeting them. No condom either, your ass need to know how real cock feels.”
Doyoung quickly pushed all of his cock into Y/N’s tight hole at once, feeling the need to do him nice and rough his first time. Y/N yelled out at the huge intrusion in his formerly virgin ass that had never been touched before, let alone penetrated by a huge cock.
“How does my huge dick feel,” Doyoung asked while reveling in the pleasure of having his dick surrounded tightly after a very long time.
“Mm-g-good,” Y/N managed to cry out while tears rolled out of his eyes due to the searing pain in his ass.
“Your ass is so tight, pretty lucky that you found a perfect cock like me to take it,” Doyoung cooed while thrusting further up.
Y/N’s tears increased as Doyoung’s thrusts only increased, in both frequency and depth.
Y/N thoroughly felt his ass being mangled and pounded deep as he struggled to cope with the initial pain, still crying out.
Doyoung stopped for a brief second, “Aww, is my baby crying? Does it hurt?” to Y/N.
Just as Y/N nodded, Doyoung resumed his thrusts at an even more increased pace, “You need to adjust to cock properly Y/N, that’s the only way you’ll learn to enjoy mine”.
Y/N’s tears increased as the pain remained the same but he slowly got used to the pleasure as Doyoung relentlessly thrusted into him from behind.
The warmth from Doyoung’s well exercised abs and soft pecs turned on Y/N even more as Doyoung reeled in the joy of Y/N’s tight ass, whispering dirty nothings in his ear as he continued his anal onslaught.
Doyoung’s thick, sweaty balls slapped hard against Y/N’s taint as he asked, “Enjoying getting done all rough like this by a huge cock. I’m not done yet?” while increasing his thrusts to an animalistic pace inside Y/N, as his ass slowly molded to the shape of Doyoung’s cock.
Y/N responded with a moan as Doyoung stuffed his mouth with his pheromone laced underwear that smelled strongly of his cock, while putting his hands around Y/N’s neck to lightly choke him.
“This is what a young boy like you truly needs, a real man’s cock ruining your ass deeply and teaching you the pleasure of having big dick in stuffing your tight hole. You like getting manhandled like this, don’t you Y/N. You wanted this all along, didn’t you?” Doyoung dirtily questioned the younger.
“Mhm-AAHH,” Y/N yelled out through the fabric stuffed in his mouth as his eyes rolled back from Doyoung’s large cock rubbing right against his prostate. Doyoung smirked at the reaction and began incessantly thrusting right at Y/N’s prostate as his cock began twitching uncontrollably.
“I’m gonna breed you and make you my personal boy. My cock is going to feed your ass with a huge amount of daddy’s cum. I want your ass to know my dick very well since this will be a daily thing from now on, right Y/N? Your tight pink hole is all mine,” Doyoung yelled out while moving his girthy cock through the tight and moist passage Y/N provided.
Every thrust had Y/N’s hole twitching around Doyoung’s cock as his walls squeezed and hugged his veins tightly. Doyoung was enjoying such a tight, pure ass after so long and swore to make it completely his by marking it up with his hot cum. He wanted the shape of his cock impressioned inside Y/N’s hole so it was clear it belonged to him.
“So-so BIG DOYOUNG,” Y/N yelled out with a muffled voice while simulate pulse licking the shorts in his mouth to enjoy the pheromones of Doyoung’s cock that was thrusting in his ass mercilessly, opening it up for the first time.
Y/N was full of overstimulation as he felt the warmth from Doyoung’s large muscles, smell from his underwear, and his huge cock abusing his prostate with perfect technique and precision, sending rippling waves of pleasure throughout his body.
Doyoung had succeeded, as there was no way Y/N wouldn’t be able to resist having this pleasure coursing throughout his body every single day. Y/N knew only Doyoung’s girth cock, still pounding away at his squelching hole, would be able to satisfy him.
Doyoung’s cock continued to fill Y/N’s ass perfectly to the brim, stretching out his asshole so much for the first time, and making the experience addictive for both.
“You want my cum now, bitch boy? You want daddy to cum in you and mark you his? You’re gonna take this big load, i’ve been saving it just for this tight ass. You want everyone to see that only I can pound you this rough and good,” Doyoung asked with pride as his thrusts got faster, never faltering.
“MAKE ME YOURS DADDY, FILL UP MY HOLE WITH YOUR CUM AND IMPREGNATE ME! I ONLY WANT YOUR HUGE DICK MR KIM,” Y/N moaned while pushing his ass back onto Doyoung’s cock meeting his thrusts.
“I’m the only one who’s good enough to take you and I’m cumming in your ass cause it belongs to me now. A youngster like you needs the semen of a mature daddy in your ass to really be broken in fully,” Doyoung moaned out as he felt his climax nearing.
Doyoung pulled out and slapped his humongous cock inside Y/N once again, bulging his abdomen and causing him to let out a loud moan of pleasure as Doyoung groaned, leaning his head back as his cock let out years of semen into Y/N’s ass, painting his pink walls fully with the color of Doyoung’s cum. The sound of large spurts forcefully landing on Y/N’s pink walls abused by Doyoung’s cock filled the room. Doyoung had finished taking and impregnating a virgin Y/N with his large cock and his cum that now squelched the inside of Y/N’s ass.
Doyoung slowly moved his cock back and forth to let Y/N’s ass feel the warmth of his hot semen as Y/N came from the feeling, releasing in giant threads all over Doyoung’s mattress, out of a great pleasure that Y/N had never felt before.
“Keep your huge dick inside my ass daddy, I don’t want any of your cum to leave me and prevent me from fully getting pregnant, Y/N moaned out slutily.
“Of course my Y/N-ie, I definitely needed a horny neighbor like you,” Doyoung smirked back as his cock became hard again and the thrusting resumed, overstimulating Y/N with a pleasure that made his mind go blank over and over again, as another session of many commenced.
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