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2000 • just rebloging good content - mostly ateez but also skz and nct  •  librarian that drinks way too much coffee • jongho & hongjoong utt

[fawniesung]

that’s twin

warnings: none really, fluff, platonic kissing, dreamies are so sweet, everyone is in love, scared to admit feelings, lots of flirting and skinship, fake dating if you squint, lots of platonic love and comfort.

summary: bsf dreamies who everyone mistakes for your boyfriend. you’re not dating… yet.

requested!

renjun:

bsf!renjun who is always touching you some way, hand in yours or arm around you, he will be making contact, and you never decline.

bsf!renjun who hates seeing you upset, always offering comfort, advice or offering to hurt whatever it is that made you sad

bsf!renjun who is always by your side, you have a dentist appointment? he’s in the chair next you while you get your work done. need to run errands for your mom? he’s coming too, need to get your passport photo taken? he’s saying you look pretty before you step in front of the camera.

bsf!renjun who talks about you all the time, telling everyone what you got up to today.

bsf!renjun who loves to stay in and be with you on the couch on his days off

bsf!renjun who’s friends genuinely didn’t know you guys weren’t dating, they had met you hundreds of times, shocked when you laugh and say you’re just friends when they try introduce you as renjuns girlfriend.

bsf!renjun who plans a little date, not something out of the ordinary for him, and he sweetly asks if you’ll be his for real.

jeno:

bsf!jeno who is your soulmate

bsf!jeno who is literally the ken to your barbie

bsf!jeno who is always the first one you call for anything, good news, bad news, advice, help, he is your go to.

bsf!jeno who loves spooning with you, loves making you feel cuddled and warm around him

bsf!jeno who scares off any creep or asshole who tries to approach you, lets you lie and call him your boyfriend to ward off any evil spirits trying to get in your pants.

bsf!jeno who lives to make you feel protected and safe, showing up whenever you need him, building furniture or reading instructions for you.

bsf!jeno who is always kissing your the corner of your mouth whenever he first sees you or is saying goodbye. kisses your cheek or knuckles, and proudly walks around with your hand in his.

bsf!jeno who tells you he liked the idea of you calling him your boyfriend, even if it was fake. you tell him you liked it too, and that’s his new official title.

haechan:

bsf!haechan who is so fun and playful when it comes to you, always teasing and lighthearted.

bsf!haechan who shares secrets either you that he’s scared to tell his members

bsf!haechan who pays for almost everything you own, you have to surprise him with gifts or food so he doesn’t pay before you get the chance.

bsf!haechan who is always slapping his hands against your butt playing the drums on it when you stand and wrap your arms around him, making you laugh

bsf!haechan who pays for you to follow him on tour, paying for flights hotel rooms and concert tickets

bsf!haechan who has an apartment with you, loves being roomies and you frequently end up in each others room at night, cuddling while watching movies or sitting on his lap while he plays video games.

bsf!haechan who’s friends ask you both if you’re gonna settle down soon, thinking you both already act like a married couple.

bsf!haechan who is comfortable enough with you to use the bathroom while you bathe or have you stand and talk to him while he showers.

bsf!haechan who somewhere along the tracks asks you to just confess your love teasingly, because both of you know that what you have is more than just a friendship, but a twin flame, a connection that could never be found in anyone else

bsf!haechan who proudly shows off his “new” girlfriend to anyone and everyone who’ll listen

jaemin:

bsf!jaemin who treats you like his princess

bsf!jaemin who loves bringing you to events, you’re always his plus one and he is always yours.

bsf!jaemin who jokes with you at your brothers wedding saying it’ll be you and him next, making you both laugh

bsf!jaemin who is extremely close to all your family and other friends, your mum begging you both to just get together

bsf!jaemin who agrees with your parents, that no one is good enough for you, only man who is is himself, and he ensures them both that he takes good care of you, just haven’t made it official yet

bsf!jaemin who waits until you’re ready for a relationship, never overstepping any boundaries, but let’s be honest your boundaries are far from platonic to begin with.

chenle:

bsf!chenle who literally buys you a house in cash. right next door to him

bsf!chenle who talks about growing old and being neighbours, bringing you groceries in old age

bsf!chenle who whenever he talks about his future plans, you are at the centre of them. if he talks about kids, he always calls them “our babies”

bsf!chenle who cannot see a life past you, you are at the heart of everything he does forever.

bsf!chenle who cares so deeply for you, always expressing his love far beyond extravagant gifts, offering deep and meaningful think pieces on any problems you come to him with.

bsf!chenle who always gives you a chaste kiss on the lips before he leaves you for the night, platonic and sweet, just a quick show of affection before saying goodbye.

bsf!chenle who’s friends are sick to death of you being in such denial, hoping one day you both swallow your pride and just finally date already. all of them cheering for joy 2 years later when you finally make it official.

jisung:

bsf!jisung who is constantly bringing you with him to catch up with his parents, they call you the daughter they never had

bsf!jisung who brings you to work, letting you sit quietly as you watch him, rewarding him with a hug and kiss after his long practice

bsf!jisung who’s friends beg you to date him, probably the only girl who can put up with how weird he is

bsf!jisung who always lets you do random things to him, licking him, biting him, putting stickers on his face and in his hair, he just sits still and watches you.

bsf!jisung who calls you his love, always has a cute name for you, but his love is your favourite. you always call him your boy.

bsf!jisung who is showing everyone picture of you, constantly posting you or reposting you. also agrees to be in your silly tiktoks, always asks to teach you dances and record them.

bsf!jisung who loves scratching your back whenever you have a sleep over, loves hearing your little snores as he helps you drift off peacefully.

bsf!jisung who is too shy to admit his real feelings, but you both know how you feel, unofficially dating as you both never talk about the words boyfriend or girlfriend. until someone asks what you are, and without hesitation he calls you his future wife.

[palmkisses]

bad boy jeno who goes to school with leather jackets and rings covering his hands. the type to date someone for two days before dropping them—an player, an asshole. what he doesn’t know is the reason you offer him a smile whenever you make eye contact is because of that one time you saw him playing with the stray cats in your neighborhood.

crouched, hand outstretched, offering for the cats to come closer, and they did, with no concerns, blinding trusting jeno despite running away from everyone else.

it could’ve been nothing, but you couldn't look away, surprised to see jeno—of all people—being the softest person ever.

the person who got into fights because someone looked at him wrong, the kid at school who entered late just to disrupt class.

every time you smile at him it catches him off guard, and he’ll blink stupidly for a second, before shaking his head and looking away.

doing his best to ignore the heat creeping up his neck.

maybe the cats will have some answers to why you act weird around him.

[palmkisses]

┆ ✰ ::   “ oh. ”

includes  ::  [ 0.9k ] nct dream x reader ( mostly gender neutral ). bsf!jaem, fake dating!jeno, bsf!lele, study partner!ji, bsf!hyuck, bsf!junnie ( in the simplest explanations possible ). their oh, oh, moment <3. fluff fest ! tooth rotting fluff. dreamies pausing bc like whoa ur really pretty and cute actually haha what does that mean. kind of college / school au on a few or . you can assume i think. ‘wait fuck’ is ‘oh’ in haechan’s world. tw kind of repetitive. all mistakes are unintentional.

authors note, too late to be happy birthday jeno fic but . this was originally for his birthday lmao ❤️ jeno’s is special bc it was his special day :3 so sorry that some are shorter than others i just wanted to get this out already shds </3

oh. 

that was the first thought in jaemin’s mind. because he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. spinning in front of the mirror with a new outfit he had offered to buy for you.

you were looking at it from every possible angle, eyes focused and scrutinizing, surely taking in every way it looked wrong.

he’s surrounded by bags from other shops that he had already bought for you and he couldn’t help it, watching your face light up when you found something you liked, picking out outfits he knew would look good on you, and every one you hated he stopped himself from going insane because you looked good in everything.

“that one’s pretty, baby,” he spoke, stepping closer, hands finding your waist, pulling you back to him. “you want this one?” he hummed, leaning his head down, chin almost resting on your shoulder.

you met his gaze in the mirror.

and jaemin paused, grip tightening a fraction.

oh.

renjun’s eyes opened slowly, meeting your gaze, his eyes softly admiring the way yours looked when you were embarrassed.

he knew he would’ve regretted playing spin the bottle. he knew the game was stupid. he knew he would’ve regretted actually leaning in and pressing his lips briefly against yours instead of just passing like he usually does. and now that he was looking at you he couldn’t look away; not with the way pink flushed your cheeks, the way your lips pressed together nervously. and —

oh.

even when he was pulled back into a sitting position, when he sat back and the game moved on, he couldn’t look away from you, despite the way you were ever so obviously avoiding looking at him.

and the feeling of your lips still lingered against his. and he could hear his heartbeat in his ears.

oh.

jeno should’ve known this was a bad idea. in an act of desperation he had asked you, and you had agreed, and fuck if he didn’t regret it. because now his cheeks stained red whenever you were around, his hands fidgeted at his side when he was debating whether to take your hand in his or not.

the type of nervousness that came if it was a real relationship — which it wasn’t. no matter how much he stayed up thinking about it, thinking about you. you plagued his thoughts like you were a test he had to take tomorrow that he hadn’t studied for.

in specific because he actually did have a test he hadn’t studied for.

that thought hit him in the middle of the night. and he immediately hopped out of bed to start studying, only realizing that the night had passed when a ‘good morning’ text came from you ( even those had his heart skip a beat ). but then a second text came.

‘figured you were up all night cramming. i come bearing coffee and food let me in.’

oh.

was his first thought when he went to the door and you were actually there, pushing a cup of coffee in his hands.

oh. was his second, when he leaned in and pressed his lips against yours.

“yeah, you’re welcome,” chenle mumbled mindlessly, sliding a bowl over to you across the counter, pausing to watch you start eating, relishing in the food he had ever so graciously made for you. he still held his own bowl in his hand, lightly setting it down with a small clink.

it had become instinct, to shove a bowl of food in your face so you would eat something. to have something prepared when you came over. to take care of you.

to offer his hoodie when you got cold even though he hated the cold too. and it was always on a night where he had decided to wear a tank top.

you looked up curiously, meeting his gaze. and he froze, his eyes widening slightly, before plopping himself down in the chair across from you, looking down at his bowl to avoid your eyes because your own were so —

oh.

oh.

the warm light didn’t help jisung’s gaze from staring at you. the lighting from the small lamp, papers scattered in front of both of you. he did this too often; his gaze traveling your features, admiring the way your hair framed your face, the way your eyes flicked across the papers diligently. 

his weren’t; too distracted by you. jisung also seemed to get caught too often as well, your eyes glancing up to his like you knew he was watching. the moment he did, he knew he shouldn’t have. averted his gaze, that is.

he felt the heat creep up his face under your stare, and his hand was shaking just enough to be noticeable and ruin his handwriting.

jisung steeled himself, before cautiously looking up to you again — only to be met directly with your gaze, and he immediately got lost in a maze of your eyes and his heart pounding in his ears.

oh.

well, shit.

haechan couldn’t help the expression on his face from twisting, “them?? really??” he mostly exclaimed, getting a quick shushing sound from you as you ducked your head slightly when everyone looked over. he quieted slightly. “they’re ugly,” he stage whispered, glancing at the person you had pointed out.

and his first instinct was to discourage you. the thought of you getting with someone was weird. weird enough that he couldn’t imagine you unless it was by his side.

wait fuck.

his eyes traced the pout that had formed on your lips, before he realized he was focused on your lips. “really ugly,” he decided, the words leaving before he could even think of them, fueled by the urge to keep you by his side.

fuck.

[palmkisses]

[ 7:21 pm ] :: fem!reader

”never again,” jeno mumbled, flopping onto the couch next to you, his head conking against your shoulder.

“what is it this time?” you rolled your eyes at your roommate — best friend — the title depended on how much he annoyed you that day.

“women,” jeno responded. “girls suck,” he groaned.

“thanks.” the urge to roll your eyes again was strong.

jeno groaned for the third time, arms shifting so they wrapped around your torso. you patted his head mockingly. “you poor thing.”

“how do you even do it?”

“do what?”

“girls?”

“how do you do girls?”

his head darted up from where he had shoved it onto your shoulder. “no —“ his cheeks reddened slightly. “you know what i mean,” he defended himself, eyes narrowing when he caught your smile.

“acting like a pitiful puppy is a good start,” you responded, looking at him. “women do love pathetic men.”

that earned a small shove as jeno let go of you fully, sending you a small glare. you let out a small sigh, before shifting, settling yourself in jeno’s lap, thighs framing his as you watched his expression distort.

you didn’t bother watching it fully.

“it depends on the girl,” you hummed, reaching out and placing jeno’s hands on your waist. “but they always want to be close.” you paused, meeting his gaze for a second, eyebrows raising expectantly until he got the message and pulled you closer.

you made sure ( tried ) to stay a respectful distance apart . . . with how close you were already.

he shifted under you. his grip tightened slightly. “good,” you hummed. “they want to feel you — we’re not delicate.” your hands came up to steady yourself on his shoulders.

jeno’s breath panned over your lips, pulling you an inch closer, his hand trailing up to thread through your hair. “also good,” you somehow managed to speak, forcing yourself to not focus on the physical aspect of it — just the teaching part. “they —“

“stop saying that,” jeno whispered. you paused, offering a questioning look at his cutoff. “they,” he hummed. “you’re the one in my lap,” he tapped a finger against your waist.

his gaze flicked to your throat when you swallowed, and he pressed a small kiss to the corner of your mouth. you were suddenly acutely aware of how every inch of your body was pressed against his.

you felt the urge to curse every open gym.

“pretty thing . . .” whispered, fingers pressing into your skin, only separated by the thin fabric of your shirt.

all the sarcastic retorts died on your tongue. you could tell he noticed by the way a smile twitched at the edge of his lips. “i think i might understand now,” jeno hummed, voice low, smooth.

you swallowed again, hands fidgeting against his shoulders. he definitely noticed.

“like this?” his hand coiled in your hair, tugging you closer, his lips brushing yours. the way you froze up was a visible sign, and a smile spread over jeno’s lips. “i’m guessing yes,” he whispered, closing the distance and pressing his lips to yours.

“what’s next?” he spoke, barely parting to speak, dark pupils meeting your dazed gaze. “show me?” jeno requested, hand trailing back down to your waist, dragging down, making sure you felt every press of his fingers.

[palmkisses]

u + me = <3     ⭑     lee jeno

includes  ::  [ 0.7k ] boyfriend!lee jeno x reader ( typically gender neutral ). fluff fest at its finest. just cute boyfriend jeno things i needed fluff in this day nd age. this is just me raving abt how cute and adorable of a boyfriend jeno would be. my entire personality is lee jeno btw so. jeno the cutiest patootie. jeno samoyed . . . jeno i love you jeno. clueless fluffy adorable squishy cutieful jeno. mild profanity. jeno ur allergic to cats btw just in case u forgot. all mistakes are unintentional !!

authors note, hiiiiii ( jeno red hair comeback when. )

bf!jeno who’s quiet, intimidating structure never really got to you. you understood why people were apprehensive about him. muscles, tall, and his neutral face wasn’t necessarily the opposite of resting bitch face.

bf!jeno who immediately breaks into a flustered whine of complaint when you show any type of affection to him. maybe that’s why he’s intimidating — people don’t get to see this side of him. the side that has red painting his cheeks, where he’s shrinking into your touch because he hates ( wrong ) being coddled, but loves to be basked in your affection.

bf!jeno who isn’t loud about his affection. it’s quiet. shown through picking you up late into the early morning when you couldn’t fall asleep, setting a mug of warm tea on your desk on late nights, soft brushes of his hand against your cheek as he leans in to leave a lingering kiss against your lips.

bf!jeno who’s physical affection doesn’t come from grabbing your face and kissing you ( only sometimes ) but from sitting down too close to you on the couch, and messing with your fingers idly when he doesn’t feel like talking. 

bf!jeno who’s fine when he’s showering you in love, but the moment you reciprocate he’s back to being flustered. that cute blush fading over his cheeks, how he squirms under your gaze, embarrassed in the most endearing way.

bf!jeno who gets the most flustered when you admire his muscles. whenever he changes his shirt and he glances at you only to notice the way your gaze drags over his torso, or when you’ll reach out randomly to squeeze his bicep. red immediately crawls over his neck and he starts fidgeting.

bf!jeno who loves it when you stay overnight. it’s domestic, he won’t deny how he loves falling asleep, arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer until you’re tucked into his chest. his face buried in your hair, relishing in your closeness. he can’t get enough of you.

bf!jeno who takes a few hours of tossing and turning to fall asleep but the moment you’re with him, he’ll fall asleep in a snap. he’s just a constantly tired puppy.

bf!jeno who’s typically the one to wake up first, and he’ll usually make something small for you both before you wake up. 

bf!jeno who won’t let you leave without eating something. no matter if you’ll be late, he’ll shove you out the door with even just a piece of toast in your hands. if you’re not up to eating something he’ll grudgingly give in but subtly get you to eat more during dinner and lunch. he can’t have you starving. 

bf!jeno who texts you to get ready unprompted, showing up and dragging you to come hang out with him. he’ll often drive to the river or take you on a brisk walk. any way he could have you around him. your simple being made his life feel lighter, your smile urged him to find good in the world again.

bf!jeno who hates being called nicknames. especially cheesy ones, like babe or prince. he doesn’t understand them. but he knows you love them. granted, the most he’ll call you is baby — he sticks to variations of your name.

bf!jeno who gets easily worked up when you call him by those nicknames just to piss him off. he’ll send you a small look when you call him a nickname in public if it’s not nono, or jen. he takes it upon himself to not be that annoying couple.

bf!jeno who’s pda only comes when he’s jealous. if the waiter had been flirting with you, or the random guy at the bar. he’ll scoot closer without a word, plant a kiss on your cheek ( waiting far too long to pull away ) and wrap his arm around your torso.

bf!jeno who brings a cat home one day unannounced ( despite the fact that he’s allergic ) and you can’t argue, not with the way you walked in to him with it on his chest, infatuated with petting it.

bf!jeno who’ll drive you anywhere you want him to. you could text him in the middle of the night and he’d show up in five minutes, messy hair, sleepy eyes, but there. mostly because he knows you’ll offer a kiss as thank you and he couldn’t say no to that.

bf!jeno who can’t bother to ask for anything, so you have to learn to read his expressions — the glances he’ll give you when he thinks you’re not looking. especially when asking for affection. albeit that one’s easy; just watch for the pleading puppy eyes.

[xoue]

hades & persephone matz

[withlovemark]

loved the small boob reader with yuta and i wondered if you could do one with an nct dream member? maybe jeno or jaemin whoever you think would prefer small boobs :)

i did both because why not ? i genuinely think they both love boobs of all sizes though.

warnings: jaemin and jeno loves your small boobies.

jaemin could spend hours laying on your chest sucking on your nipples. he loves how easily they perk up. how hard they get around his tongue. how they always seemed to be ready to be sucked on. how they disappear in his mouth. “mmm, fuck,” he murmurs between slow sucks, tongue swirling lazily around the sensitive bud, “they’re so tiny…i can fit the whole thing in my mouth.” he takes his time licking, biting, kissing one bud while his finger ghostly rubs the other, goosebumps trailing your skin. you try your best to focus on the movie playing in the background, fingers gently threading through his hair, eyes still fixed on the screen. but after a while, that familiar heat starts rising in your stomach, little tiny sighs of pleasure accompanying breathy moans slipping past your slightly parted lips. and he’s obsessed with the little sounds you make under him. he gets really messy with it. painting your chest with his saliva until you’re writhing under his touch, your breaths coming in pants, eyes shutting in bliss, you swore you could cum just from this. he looks up every now and then, loving the way you’ve completely lost control, the movie no longer interesting to you. by this time his hand would slip down your underwear, “princess, you’re so wet…you love my tongue this much?,” and all you could manage to give him is a nod, completely submitting to his touch as he collects your juices, smearing your slick up to your nipple, sucking with renewed fervor. “hmmm, so tiny, so fucking sweet, made for me to suck on” he praises like he was sucking on his favorite piece of candy.

౨ৎ

jeno loves how small your tits look around his large hands. his favorite is when he’s deep inside you. his palms splayed wide across your chest, covering them easily, thumbs brushing over your nipples in slow circles. he loves how easily they react to his touches, stiffening beneath his fingers. “you don’t even know what this does to me,” he murmurs, eyes dark with lust, “so fucking small, they barely fit my palms,” he breathes, dragging his thumbs across your nipples again just to see you squirm. his hand molds perfectly around them and it makes his cock twitch. he shifts just enough so he can lean down and leave slow, open mouthed kisses over the soft swell, teeth barely scraping before his tongue soothes the sting. your back arches as his mouth closes over one nipple, sucking softly. “you look so beautiful like this,” he whispers, voice rough. “under me…these perfect little tits in my hands,” he squeezes again, “all mine to keep.”

[withlovemark]

“you know i’m thirsty for a kiss, give me a picture of your—”

pairing: fwb! jeno x reader

warnings: smut! oral (f receiving), possessive jeno (kinda), mentions of: gooning, sexting(?), na jaemin

an: guys, i figured out how to do the text messages please clap!!!! also shoutout to ms. jade for this banger of a song and if you don’t know it, it’s titled lip service 💋

—

which is how you ended up here, legs wide open, completely bare on the edge of your bed with jeno in between them, kneeling on your carpeted floors.

the bedroom air feels thick, charged with tension.

your heart races as jeno’s strong hands grip your thighs, spreading them even wider, his breath hot against your exposed pussy, eyes locked on you with that possessive glint, like you’re his favorite meal and he’s starving.

“so obedient,” jeno smirks, his voice low and teasing, fingers digging into your skin just hard enough to leave faint marks.

“no need for jaemin when you’ve got me. my lips are at your service, baby. all yours to use.”

he leans in closer, his tongue flicked out to trace a slow, deliberate line along your inner thigh, making you shiver.

you arch your back slightly, the cool sheets of the bed brushing against your bare ass as you prop yourself up on your elbows, “about time you showed up, i was starting to think you’d make me beg,” your words come out breathy, playful, but there’s an edge of need in them.

he chuckled, he sound vibrating against your skin as he nips at your thigh, teeth grazing just enough to sting, “beg? nah, you don’t have to beg. not tonight. but you will be screaming my name. this pussy’s mine — no sharing with that pretty boy.”

his possessive tone sends a thrill through you. this is why he’s number one on your roster — he has a way to make you feel like you were his to own. and you absolutely loved it.

before you can fire back, his lips part to suck hard on your clit. a gasp escapes you, sharp and involuntary as his tongue dives in rough and relentless, lapping at your folds like he’s claiming every inch.

he doesn’t ease in — it’s intense from the start, his mouth devouring you, tongue thrusting deep into your entrance before swirling back up to circle your swollen clit.

“fuck, you taste so good,” he growls against you, the words muffled but vibrating straight to your core.

your hands fly to his hair, fingers tangling in the dark strands, pulling him closer as your hips buck up against his face, “jeno—oh god, yes, just like that.”

the pleasure builds fast, rough suction on your clit making your thighs temble around his head — a clear tell-tale sign that jeno has picked up on.

he pulls back just a fraction, lips glistening with your arousal, that smirk displayed on his face, “what, already? i haven’t even started. spread wider for me, pretty. let me eat this pussy like it deserves.”

his hands slid up your thighs, thumbs parting your folds further, exposing you completely before he dives back in, tongue fucking into you with forceful strokes, rough and unyielding.

you moan loudly, the sound echoing in the room, your body arching off the bed, toes curling, “you’re such a tease—ahh! don’t stop, fuck, jeno!—”

the intensity has you whining. hips grinding against his face as he sucks harder, teeth lightly grazing your sensitive flesh.

jeno’s not done reminding you why he’s your favorite.

one hand trails up your body, possessive, fingers finding your breast, pinching your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. he twists it roughly, just the right amount of pain mixing with the pleasure, making you cry out.

“these tits are mine too,” he growls, voice husky as he tugs on the hardened peak, rolling it while his tongue lashes your clit in quick, intense flicks, “gonna make you come so hard you forget anyone else’s name.”

“jeno,” you whine, “harder—don’t you dare stop,” the dual sensations overwhelming, his mouth ravaging your pussy, tongue plunging deep and curling inside you while his fingers knead and pinch your nipple, sending sparks straight down to where he’s feasting.

he laughs softly, the vibration humming through you, “bossy tonight, aren't you? fine, i’ll give you everything.”

his free hand joins the assault below, two digits sliding into your slick heat alongside his tongue, thrusting roughly as he sucks your clit like he's trying to pull your orgasm right out of you. the pace is brutal, intense, his mouth working you over without mercy, lips sealed tight around your folds.

your whines turn to desperate groans, body coiling tight as the pressure builds, “i'm—fuck, jeno. you’re so good at this, owning me like this,” you tug his hair harder, guiding him, lost in the heat of it all.

he hums around your clit in response, loving your honesty. you were only ever his when he was in between your legs like this. his fingers pumps faster inside you, his eyes much darker now.

“come for me, baby. drench my face. show me how much you need this mouth.”

his tongue is relentless, circling and sucking with rough intensity, his other hand switching to your other nipple, tweaking it sharply to heighten every sensation.

the pleasure crashes over you with no warning, your pussy clenching around his tongue as you scream out his name, hips jerking wildly, mouth agape, eyes rolled back, your fingers tightening around his hair, desperately trying to ground yourself.

jeno doesn't let up, lapping through it all, possessive growls rumbling from his chest as he drinks you in, drawing out every last shudder until you were pushing him away.

finally, he eases back, lips shiny and swollen, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand while looking up at you with smug satisfaction.

“told you. my service is top-notch — ready for round two? or are you still gonna text jaemin now?”

his tone is playful, but the possessiveness lingers in his eyes, daring you to say otherwise.

[jaemkyu]

Can you please do jeno friends to lovers? ❤❤❤

oh yes i can!!!!!!!!

jeno friends to lovers ⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚.

- genre : friends to lovers, fluff, slight angst, a lil suggestive at some parts

- tw : cursing, mention of sex, jeno and reader are like obsessed with each other

- a/n : this escalated very quickly and i apologize for that 😛

[palmkisses]

guess the obliviousness ! lee jeno

includes, boyfriend!lee jeno x reader ( mostly gender neutral ). in which you and jeno watch and laugh at the dreamies who are sobbing, screaming, crying over the fact that you both aren't dating yet, little do they know the oblivious ones aren't you two ! cuties are the dreamies. chaos at it’s finest. the dreamies have a groupchat named ‘it hurts’. jeno there is a knife in your hand. my writing is so shitty in this jesus christ. all mistakes are unintentional.

genre : fluff, crack word count : 0.7k

an, a short fic but i didn't really think it should be a timestamp as it doesn't fit the format ? so . . fic it was haha. anyway i hope you enjoy <3 sorry for working on this instead of everything else i should be working on 😭 also sorry for the shortness of this !! it's mostly just a drabble tbh shdfs

“you’re kidding, right?” chenle deadpanned, watching as jeno tugged you closer, practically attached at the hip, thighs pressed together, not a wisp of space between the two of you.

jeno blinked, and so did you.

“about what?” you questioned, lips pursing slightly in confusion.

chenle stared at you both for a solid minute, unblinking, before letting out a deep sigh and looking back at his phone, resisting the urge to roll his eyes.

the dreamies often questioned why you weren’t dating — jeno and you.

they questioned it, complained about it, groaned like they were tired that you weren’t dating yet ( most of the groans came from haechan ).

it was understandable. you both were insufferably close, working out together, never an inch apart, you cooked for him, he bought random things for you. both of you stole from each other’s plates, practically laid on the other during movie nights, and jeno constantly had his arm around your waist like he never was going to let go.

jaemin usually questioned it when he saw you wearing jeno’s hoodie, and haechan couldn’t have gagged louder when he saw that your lockscreens were of each other.

it was obvious: you were perfect for each other. and yet there was still no dates planned in the shared calender. everyone checked religiously each week.

behind your back there were betting pools, whispered — but serious — discussions on who would confess first. the majority went to you, albeit the jeno voters claimed he would do it if he panicked enough.

 but interference? absolutely allowed.

“so . . . cute new cafe,” jaemin hummed as he plopped down next to you, jeno — of course — on your other side. you made a small questioning sound, looking up from the tv.

“the one that just opened,” jaemin spoke, pulling out his phone that already had the cafe’s page pulled up, pushing it into your hands and peering over your shoulder as you scrolled.

“oh, yeah, we should go sometime,” you agreed, pausing at a particularly pretty shot of the interior.

“we should!” jaemin agreed, “i’m free friday if you two are,” he spoke. “i think i can get jisungie to come too.” jaemin reached out to take his phone back, watching you and jeno glance at each other before nodding in agreement.

“works for me,” jeno confirmed. jaemin internally cheered.

surprise surprise when jeno and you showed up on friday at the cafe with a text from jaemin reading: ‘something popped up! you two have fun without me’ then a gif of a bunny winking.

the same thing happened at least three more times, one of the members dragging you both out for an impromptu ‘date’, as they liked to imply. and still nothing stemmed.

“i could flirt with jeno and see what happens!” haechan spoke as if it was the singular, most important revelation ever. all he got in return were unimpressed stares. “too obvious you’re right,” he murmured, thinking as he sat back against the couch. 

you had dragged jeno out to suffer at the pet store earlier, and still out, the dreamies had called a meeting, collectively brainstorming between their two brains ( renjun and sometimes chenle ).

“give up?” jisung spoke up, offering a shrug, earning four stares of: ‘absolutely not’, ‘are you serious right now’, ‘you’re joking right’, and ‘maybe actually’.

this also happened three more times.

and yet, all of this spiraled down to one morning, when you walked into the kitchen where the dreamies had gathered, all helping ( or not helping ) to make breakfast. a small chorus of ‘good morning’s chimed your way as you stepped over to jeno. 

the five of them watched as you leaned into jeno as he cut up random fruit, whispering soft words that no one caught. jeno laughed softly at something you’d said, leaning over to press a soft kiss to your temple.

that wasn’t the ending point, no, but instead when you leaned up and pressed your lips against his in a small peck.

and everyone paused like their entire world was shattering at the seams.

haechan was the first to break the silence. “what the fuck.”

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

[12:18 pm]

Hang outs with your group of friends always seemed to end like this. Just you and best friend!Jeno getting too lost in your own conversation to notice that everyone around you had left. It wasn't even something that you or Jeno had quite picked up on yet, but your friends certainly had.

It just had always been you and Jeno for so many years now. Friends groups changed, people grew up, others moved away, some even had falling outs with each other, but not you and Jeno. You were each other's constants. Of course you would be, he knew you better than you even know yourself and vice versa.

Your friend group had decided to do a picnic brunch in the park that had ended about... 20 minutes ago, not that either of you noticed. The two of you were still sat and chatting atop the blanket you brought for the picnic.

Jeno laid on the blanket, staring up at the clouds, enjoying the fresh breeze in the air, the sweet aroma of spring that wafted around you two, and the soft humming that came from beside him. On the other half of the blanket you laid on your stomach, plucking flowers from the grass while you hummed under your breath.

You loved moments like this, calm, quiet moments with your best friend where you didn't feel like you had to fill the silence. Jeno was one of the few people you felt like you could have these moments with. The silence wasn't uncomfortable or awkward, it was comforting and normal for you.

"Can you stop ripping flowers from the ground, you menace?" You heard Jeno taunt from beside you.

You scoffed, stopping your movements as you shifted toward Jeno. His eyes still shut, long, dark eyelashes brushing over the tops of his cheeks. He had a serene but somehow still mischievous smirk on his face. His unstyled hair rustled very gently with a burst of warm wind as you stared down at him.

"How am I bothering you by making myself a bouquet?" You ask softly, tucking his hair behind his ear.

He didn't startle, didn't flinch at your touch. He just smiled, "how many flowers did you pick for your bouquet?"

"Only two... before I was rudely interrupted," you respond and Jeno chuckles as he imagines the pout on your face. When he opens his eyes, he laughs even louder, because he was right. You were pouting at him exactly as he imagined.

He plucks one of the floral weeds from your fingers with a gentle smile and tucks it behind your ear. The yellow of the flower is a nice contrast to your hair and brings out the beauty he's always seen when he looks at you.

He doesn't catch it, but your breath hitches in your throat and you're thankful that it's warm enough to blame the warmth of your face on the heat outside. Biting the inside of your lip, you take the second flower in your hand and tuck it behind his ear, nestled right into the dark mess of hair.

"There," you breathe out as you gaze down at him with a sweet smile, "now you look even more pretty and we match."

"Not more pretty than you, right?" Jeno asks as his hand cups your cheek.

You lean in to his touch, "I think we can be pretty in our own ways."

Jeno shakes his head, his gaze warm and loving, "I could never be as pretty as you."

You don't know what happens and when your friends inevitably ask, you and Jeno will just say that something... just felt right. Maybe there was a click, a shift in the air, just a sudden understanding between the two of you.

All you know is that you lean in and Jeno tilts his face up and suddenly you're kissing. You're kissing your best friend and it just feels right. His lips slot against yours like a missing puzzle piece, it's the perfect amount of pressure, and it just feels right. It's not sparks, it's not fireworks, it's an overwhelming warmth that starts in your face and spreads all the way out to your fingers and toes.

You and Jeno may know each other better than anyone else, but it's still a little funny that neither of you noticed that you fell in love with each other.

[completelyjae]

"You Talk in Your Sleep… About Me?" 𝓙eno (이제노) x 𝓡eader

ʚ genre: drabble/timestamp, idol!au, fluff !! word count: 611 content warnings: none (reader is gn, pronouns used you/yours)

▸ summary: Jeno has returned from a tiring practice session, is it his half-sleeping state that’s playing mind tricks on him, or are you really talking in your sleep?

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2:57 a.m.

It wasn't unusual for Jeno to return home later in the night after practice, maybe at 2 a.m. or at 3, even.

Not even the jiggle of his keys, which usually alarmed you, could wake you up. After waiting a few seconds to determine whether you were awake or not, Jeno walked up the stairs, cautious not to disturb you any further (you wouldn't have gotten any more sleep if he woke you up now — a habit he unfortunately took notice of in uncomfortable occasions).

As he passed by the bedroom door, however, a faint mumble stopped him in his tracks — his name, slipping from your lips along soft breaths.

His breath hitched, heart momentarily caught between tiredness and curiosity. Was he imagining it? Or did you really just call for him in your sleep?

He furrowed his brows, confused, wondering if his mind was playing tricks on him.

A soft, whispered 'I love you' slipped from your lips, faint but still audible to Jeno, his heart skipping a beat from hearing your small voice, as warmth spread through his chest.

Letting a ray of dim light in the room, the boy cautiously walked up to your sleeping figure, moving strands of hair that covered your face.

'Jeno, are you here..?' your words were slurred from your sleepiness and your eyes still closed. Jeno took a seat beside where you rested, his fingers tracing slow, absentminded patterns along your back.

'Yes, princess. I'm here. Why are you awake at this hour?' he whispered, his voice hoarse from exhaustion. 'I told you not to wait for me..' a warm smile made its way onto his features, his figure still sat, waiting for your reply.

'Princess?' Jeno tilted his head, trying to figure out if you were still asleep. If the small snores that came from you weren't enough of an indication, your slightly parted mouth — and the drool smearing on the pillow beneath — was. He bit back a chuckle, shaking his head. Cute. Ridiculously cute. Even asleep, you somehow managed to make his heart ache in the best way.

The boy silently chuckled, deciding to settle by your side and let sleep finally overtake him.

'Did you sleep well?' was the first thing you heard as you groggily rubbed your eyes, trying to shield yourself from the blinding sunlight coming from the window.

'Yes Jen, did you?' your question remained unanswered, when you saw Jeno grinning widely.

Giggling yourself, you watched the boy as he sat beside you, 'Why are you smiling like that?'

'Someone was dreaming about me, huh?' Jeno’s voice was laced with amusement, his teasing smirk growing as he watched realization dawn on your sleep-ridden face. He leaned closer, his grin widening. 'Don’t be shy, angel. You wanna tell me what it was about?' His laughter bubbled out when you groaned, burying your face into the pillow.

'..What? You're being ridiculous, Jen...' 'Well, I'm pretty sure I heard you say my name — don't misunderstand though, it was pretty cute,' he said, pinching your left cheek.

'Whatever..' You briskly got up from the bed, tossing the covers over him.

Giggling, Jeno started to follow after you, 'Love you too, angel.'

@ completelyjae

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[jenomi]

when you first started dating jeno, he would be really shy on facetimes/video calls with you. keeping the phone camera at an appropriate distance from his face and keeping things very demure.

but after months of dating and many many calls, jeno has gotten very comfortable. he would bring his face close to the camera and smile or do silly faces into the camera. it always makes you laugh and you would tease him for being annoying. but when he's abroad and he would bring the camera close to his face, it made you a little sad because it made you miss him more than ever.

when he's up close to the camera, you can see all the features of his face that you love the most. the mole next to his eye, the mole on his nose, the light in his eyes, his smile lines, his nose scrunches, his neck... the feeling of missing him so deeply would be so strong, that it would bring you to the verge of tears. you even cried on a call with him once, sobbing in between your words, "i just miss you."

a similar feeling was happening now.

"babe, back up from the camera, i can't do this right now" you say teasingly (but also seriously cuz you could cry right now).

"why~" jeno says bringing the camera even closer to his face.

you fall silent and decide to just appreciate his face up close like this. jeno smiles and chuckles lightly at your lack of an answer.

"i wish i could time travel so i can see you right now instead of in a week," you mumble and pout.

"maybe you should close your eyes for a second and pretend i'm there."

"no," you deadpan.

"come on, just for 30 seconds." jeno nags.

you roll your eyes and go along with jeno's antics. but suddenly, you hear a knock on your door which makes you jump.

"omg that scared me," you whisper, "someone's at my door."

"this late? keep me on the line," jeno says with concern.

you trod over to your door and look through the peephole on your door. your gasp is audible from your own phone as you quickly open the door to see your boyfriend standing on the other side of your door.

your jaw drops before you throw yourself at your boyfriend.

"wow my girlfriend can time travel" jeno smiles as you kiss all over the face you've been loving only thru a screen for weeks.

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a/n: i saw a compilation of up-close jeno that inspired this but i lost the video </3

[diorcities]

being so fucked out by jaemin that not even a single thought is going through your mind. he'd been fucking you for god knows when unable to stop, his legs shaking and yours sore from the friction his thrusts make. drooling and eyes rolled to the back of your head, feeling your cheeks wet from tears falling now and then because of the overwhelming sensation.

feeling jisung's hand wrapping around your neck as he relentlessly pounds his fingers into your cunt, praising you for taking his fingers so well, and wondering if you would do the same with his cock when he decides to fuck you. but not yet, he wants to see you squirt first.

chenle's hands printed on your ass every time he slaps you, 'cause he loves the sound that escapes from your lips when he does it. feeling his ego grow with every groan and whine he brings out of your pretty lips that he'll surely use later on his cock, watching you swallow his cum.

moaning in frustration and despair every time haechan stops thrusting into you when you're about to cum. watching your body squirm and quiver, edging you because he just wants to lengthen the moment, to feel you and drink every jolt your body makes, switching the pace, feel you clenching around his also overstimulated length, just because he knows both of your climaxes will be worth it, after having built your ecstasy.

renjun filling you with his load, grinding against his cock while you ride him. but not being able to stop 'cause of how good his dick feels, throbbing and twitching inside you, filling you up so well. so you continue bouncing on his cock and keep it going til he's all whimpers, eyes tightly close and face contracted due to sensitivity until you both can no longer continue.

being able to see jeno's cock in your stomach every time he pounds into you. burying his length deep in your pussy, hitting that sweet spot of yours until you're senseless. mind fuzzy and mouth partially open. his movements becoming wild, pussy drunk, being easily manhandling by his body strength, changing positions at his will, like a fuck doll, til you can no longer take it, succumbing in raw pleasure.

hearing mark whining in your ear. one hand firmly holding your stomach, keeping it arched toward his hips, while the other makes fists the sheets under you. your fingers around his glistening cock, soak with your arousal, pressing the underside of his shaft, and stimulating the sensitive area of the testicles, feeling it pulsating as he empties himself. cum leaking out when he pulls out his length still twitching and pours the rest of his seed on your lower back because he likes it kinda messy.

[diorcities]

renjun having a mouth fixation and blatantly stared at it everytime you're enjoying a lollipop or some strawberries and cream. getting messier with the cream so you can lick it with your tongue while looking at renjun with doe eyes. he's so hard he can barely follow the convo, feeling his vision blur and foggy. he has no idea what are you talking about anymore, but his gaze is fixed on the shape of your lips, pink and puffy. you genuinely find it hot and amusing, seeing how far can you go with your tongue circling around the fruit with cream until he drags you to the nearest bathroom and makes you make a mess on his cock.

after having sex that night, you feel jisung fixing himself behind you so you can both go to sleep, and you're in the middle of it when you sense his weight leave the bed. he checks on you to see if you're awake before he heads towards the bathroom and locks the door behind him, for you to almost immediately hear muffled sounds through the door. you sit up in bed looking for your clothes, but your underwear is gone. the image of him using your soaked lingerie to masturbate invades your thoughts, so you wait for him awake for a second round.

jeno always volunteer to clean up the mess you both made after he's done fuck the shit out of you. brainwashed and dizzy, you can't feel his touch even though you can feel his presence behind you, completely ignoring the fact that his eyes are glued on your pussy, pink and abused, wet for the arousal of the previous events. he likes the view a little too much. thumb going to one of your ass cheek to spread your legs for a better panorama of it.

jaemin always make you spread your legs so he can see the moment his hot cum leaks out of your pussy after sex. in occasions, he'd milk his seed right in your folds, watching it paints your pretty and swollen cunt. tip still with cum rubbing your clit, or he would pull out his dick from your mouth so he can nut in your face. other times, he will use his own digits to push his cum back into your cunt, or make you swallow it from his fingers.

chenle likes when you touch yourself. sitting in front of you as your fingers work on your clit and inside you. whimpering because your fingers don't satisfy you like his cock. but he won't fuck you yet. he likes when you are soaking wet and the sounds of your gummy walls taking your fingers fill the room. he will replace your digits with his to tease you a little because the little cries you make turn him up.

you in skirts is haechan's favorite thing, because then when you bend over something, he gets a nice view of your clothed pussy. and because it is within reach. hands easily tossing your panties to a side so he can finger you under the table while you eat with the dreamies. deciding that you will not wear any more underwear so that he can take you anywhere he wants. also making you hump a pillow with your pretty skirt while he stroke his glistening cock with his eyes fixed on you from across the room.

mark has a thing for no-penetration sex where he just rubs his cock up and down your folds or between your ass cheeks, taking his time before he finally put it in. he loves when his dick is soaked wet with your arousal, grinning to know that he has you like that by only teasing your pussy with his tip. requesting if he can use your tits next time, pressing them with his hands together to form friction on his dick, tip blushed with the prettiest red tone as he spill his cum in the valley of your breasts.

[diorcities]

⠀   ⠀ ── ♡ ♡ ♡ w a choke kink !

nct dream hard hour.

you feel mark's hands put pressure on your neck. he's sweating and swearing, breathing through his open mouth from how desperate he is. you look so pretty under him, cover in sweat, rolling your eyes. he feels the need to use his hands as a necklace. feeling many sensations at once, a little overwhelmed by the crushing sounds of his hips against yours, the sounds he brings out of you every time he pounds into you, the music that plays in the background, the heat wave he experiences when he feels the tingling at the tip before he comes. your hands wrap around his hands feeling yourself dissolving into pleasure, looking at him through the fog in your brain with lust eyes that cause him to utterly burst.

as you ride him, jeno wraps his hands around your neck and cuts off your blood flow. it's a way for him to tell you that he's still in control even though you're pushing him over the edge with your sharp, practically erratic movements. you would slow down as you feel light on him, starting to fuck yourself up and down on his length, as you hold on to his muscular arms. feeling dizzy while your pussy starts to throb, sensing how tense his muscles are under your touch. he works his way inside you with rough, jerky movements while your body jolts and twitch due to sensitiveness, and it's the way you try to slow down the pace with your small hands on his that makes him nut on the spot.

renjun enjoys overpowering you. when you try to control the situation and your fingers wrap around his neck causing his body to spasm. returning the gesture when you ride him until you succumb to your high and he must take control. bringing your legs to your chest, completely possessed by the way your body is covered in sweat and your puffy lips are open, letting out the most pretty moans he's ever heard. the leud sound of his constant pounding that makes his cock slide easily in and out as your legs suffer quivers now and then.

haechan loves how your body contorts at his commands. how your body writhes in any position he desires, loving how flexible you are for him as he takes you from behind on the couch. your pretty dress is now wrinkled and ruined as he pulled it up to your waist and pushed your underwear to the side, eager and needy that he doesn't check if someone hears the smashing sound of your skin every time he sinks deep inside you, putting on a chokehold as he fucks you mercilessly. movie longer forgotten, playing as a background sound in harmony with your muffled moans. you hear him hiss before he guides one hand to your neck and wraps his digits on the soft skin to pull your head back to kiss you. when he pulls away, the hand transfer to your mouth, shushing your whimpers.

chenle enjoys the view from below while eating you. he hums over the sensitive area as he feels your fingers tighten in his hair when he licks right where you like it. keeping your legs open whenever sensations swirl and cause your body to crack. and with his hands on your neck, he forces you to stay still in your place when you try to push him away from you. your body succumbs to the spasms that plague you without giving you time to register when he gets up and licks your remains from his lips. he also likes to watch your ruined body before having a taste on his own.

from the way jisung's eyes linger time to time on your clavicle you know how much he wants to put his hands on it. he has always been this cautious, because, what if he makes you uncomfortable, what if you don't like it, what if he hurts you? hands squeezing thighs and waist to restrain himself from how bad he wants it, resting them under the valley of your breasts, cupping one of them as he shoves his cock with rhythmic, quick pace moves, sensing your fingers wrapping on his wrist and pulling his hand up til they're now on your neck. so small and thin when his fingers wrapped it.

jaemin forces you to see your destroyed reflection on your vanity table, while holding you in place with the firm grip of his hand at the base of your neck, so that your body is not propelled forward each time he thrusts you. you cannot look, however. your eyes do not cooperate and flutter from his rhythmic and hard movements, unable to stand on your own, and lolling your head forward when you are too sensitive and he does not stop. jaemin moves his fingers up to your neck and gently squeezes. “i said look” seems to scream the gesture. so you look, through the haze of your tears.

[diorcities]

⠀   ⠀ ── ꪔ̤̥ ꪔ̤̮ ꪔ̤̫ nct dream on did you just . . . !

SMUT

mark has trouble sleeping every night due to his heavy workdays. his body seems to possess enough energy to keep him awake even when you know he's exhausted. so you ride him, slow, passionate. in search of his tense body to relax enough and he can go to the planet of dreams. howling him with the swing of your pelvis against his, rolling his length with your pussy while his hands venture to your breasts, pinching your erect nipples. but he's now more awake than ever.

seeing you so majestic, on top of him, your holy beauty, he cannot believe you're his. with your soft skin, and your soft breasts where he wants to dig his teeth. mark everything and show off as a trophy with others. feeling your pussy take him so well, fucking him so well. squeezing and clenching in intervals against his cock, wrapping yourself so tightly around his length, hearing the lewd movement of your pussy when he penetrates you.

mark looks at you from below with frowning eyebrows and shiny eyes, and a tingling sensation overwhelms you from head to toe, pulling your head back when pleasure runs through you and fills you with bliss, before you feel him pushing deeper and starting to pulse. you stop moving on top of him as he frees himself inside the condom while his fingers bury themselves in your hips, then his cheeks turn with blush as he realizes he was very, very fast. “did you just cum?”

long make-out sessions with chenle surely will drive you crazy. feeling his firm hands on your jaw so your head stays still, drinking your moans as his tongue swirl with yours. warm and sharpy breath hitting your face when he speeds up the pace of his rough thrusts, forcing you to wrap your legs behind his back while he shoves it in and out, sensing your narrow walls wrapping his dick just right. “look at you, so dumb for my cock,” he says with a sharpy breath while pounding you and sending you to subspace.

you are in a pure state of ecstasy, trying to soothe the knot in your stomach that grips your crotch. moaning and whining to release the fire that burns your insides, your nails bury themselves in the fresh skin of his back, and chenle growls, feeling the fissures that appease the wild feeling of seeing you under him so beautiful, watching your eyes roll when the intensity of his hammering increases, feeling your walls pulsate erratically.

your body aches when a flare of pleasure takes your breath away and your mind fogs up. a silky sensation melts in your belly and is released in pulsations outside of you, “o-oh, shit,” you scream, feeling him tense and slow his thrust until it's just a swing of hips against yours. you drown out a wail and open your eyes, gazing at chenle and the stars dancing around him, looking at the place where your bodies connect. “well, look at that,” he sighs, “did you just squirt?”

there is something fascinating about jeno after he trains. he comes overflowing with an essence when he gets covered in sweat that stirs your senses. you can blame your lunar cycle for that; you've always been fond of astrology, but there was a more raw feeling, of seeing him sweating while relentlessly fucking you that had nothing to do with your lunar humors. he looks at you in surprise when you drag him after he's showered to his computer chair, pulling down his pajama shorts and being surprised to see his cock ready for you. “i was also thinking about you, my love.”

jeno suppresses a hiss when he sees you stuff it full into your warm, moist mouth. sensing your delicate fingers feel the base and massage it while you go up to the tip and roll your tongue into his slit. sensitive endings cause him to startle in the seat and his features contract, and you smile with his cock still in your mouth, at knowing that. you savor his soft, thick cock under his gaze.

fleshy lips girding around his girth, tongue flat against his length, teeth rubbing against the sensitive skin, making the hiss finally come out of his lips. “f-fuck, doll. did you just bite it?”

your body twists beneath renjun as he penetrates you rhythmically, and your heartbeat does not take long to catch up, feeling him hammer you slow and deep, your body plunges into a wave of pleasure that leaves you numb and breathless. his cock buries itself and you drown out a scream, jaw tense as your head lolls back and your body arches towards him with an invisible force. completely in limbo, you try to avoid breaking free because it feels so good. filling you with pleasure with an overwhelming sensation that causes you to look at him while you free your climax.

renjun feels your walls wrapping him tighter and pulse as orgasm bathes your features. and you've never looked that breathtaking. noticing your legs wrapping around his waist so he can bury deeper and touch that sweet spot that makes you see stars and bite your lips the way you're doing right now.

your body undergoes spasms that decrease more and more until the sensation that squeezes your stomach is released and extinguished, leaving you craving for more. you spread your shaking legs for him in time when your eyes open to see him with his phone pointed at his cock still buried inside you. you exhale a laugh before he hovers over you and resumes the enveloping movement of his pelvis, “did you just take a picture?” he throws one of your legs over his shoulder and kisses you with passion, “can you blame me if i did when you look so good fucked?”

haechan leaves your body vibrating and in limbo to hover over you and draw a path of wet kisses from your stomach to your crotch. his hands wrap around your ankles and force you to flex your numb legs, opening them to position himself between them. you feel his hot breath in your intimacy before he traces circles with his wet tongue over your swollen pussy, licking the cum from your pussy, and pushing the rest with his fingers back inside. you bite your lips at the overwhelming sensation that takes your breath away, still sensitive, burying your fingers in his brown curls while he buries his inside you.

he laughs, seeing the effect he has on you. completely dazed by the way he fucks you. tasting so good after he made sure you cum enough times to be this brainwashed. seeing your body contorted twitching while covered in sweat that he sure licked. now, your silky arousal sends him towards the edge of jubilee, sweet, while his available hand squeezes and feels your belly vibrate when he licks your clit and shoves his fingers into you. “you look craving, baby,” he says in a moan.

his mouth leaves your intimacy and you already long for him, pulling you out of your slumber to see him direct his teeth towards the soft skin of your thigh. you drown out a hiss that sends a torrent of pleasure that eventually releases around your fingers. you could ask him but your tongue feels heavy and your throat pasty, but, did he just bite you?

your body tries to react to stimuli but you can't do it, letting jaemin use your body as he pleases, putting you in the positions he likes best, becoming his fuckdoll. feeling his arms hold you and forcing you to arch your back again whenever your shaky body hits the mattress, completely ecstatic at the way his cock expands your sensitive, throbbing walls for another round. cock hammering relentlessly, taking your breath away and clouding your senses.

jaemin sees you, and feels you around his cock, pulsing. watching your body succumb to his girth burying him and stimulating your intimacy even more. small hands making fists the sheets under your bodies. he wants to be so rough with you, just so you can scream and roll your eyes like that more. feeling your epitome slide and wet his dick tingling to break free inside you. covered with your silkiness and precum that forms a nice creamy ring at the base of his girth. pressing his palm to bend you more, he speeds up ecstatic at the sight of your butt trembling from his frantic thrusts. mesmerized that he doesn't realize that the firm grip on his wrist loosens after he feels your walls clenching again. so he hovers over you without stopping his ruthless motion to check on you.

he looks your drowsy eyes blink and your mouth spilling a silent pant, “did you just faint, princess?”

jisung shifts over you, burying his face in the crook of your neck. you feel him breathe your scent as he pushes his pelvis in, dick shoving deeper. you suppress a groan. eyes rolling back from the smooth sensation exploding in your belly. jisung and you moan in unison. running his hands below your knees, he bends his arm and pulls your legs, shorting the minimum distance separating your bodies. his pleading eyes gleam because of his cock being stimulated by you constantly clenching around him. his eyes close, squeezes, and hiss. he's so close. but not yet, seems to say your actions when you caress his hair. he pulls you closer into a kiss, and it seems to say, please, not yet.

jisung feels a blaze of fire tense his stomach and descend like a stream of pleasure to his nerve endings. staring into your eyes, watching you roll your eyes and moan that way while his cock pounds you mercilessly, hard and increasing the intensity at times, and slow and deep, rocking his hip against you, making you sigh as his world spins. he cannot hold back anymore. your walls wrapped around him, feeling you completely raw, he can't help but accelerate his thrusts and make you scream.

he shifts again, to gain more control. pushing against you, making you sigh and see constellations. arching your back in an involuntary movement of your body because you can't contain yourself, not when he's fucking you this good. a sweet sensation spills into you, and you hear jisung growl. “shit, sorry, baby.” but your head's in space and you barely connect dots when your body freezes and you writhe under his grip, releasing the euphoria in spasms, now feeling it gushing out. “did you just came inside?”