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diet pepsi | n.jm

“losing all my innocence in the back seat”

📀now playing: diet pepsi by addison rae

❯ summary: Jeno has one rule — his little sister is not allowed at street races. Jaemin knows this, and still, he can’t help but feel a thrill when he spots you sneaking out to watch him race. That is, until he sees you with another guy, and suddenly, he’s all in favor of Jeno’s rule. And he’s pretty sure that rule also means he’s should intervene and give you a ride home.

❯ pairings: jaemin x virgin fem!reader

❯ genre: brother’s best friend, smut, racing!au

❯ words: 5.6k

❯ tags: 18+ minors dni!, swearing, arguing, jealously, pet names, car sex, unprotected sex (don’t do this!), oral sex (fem!receiving), fingering, virginity loss, slight corruption kink, bit of angst, ‘daddy’ mentioned once but not in a kink way?, jaemin is lowkey a dramatic asshole in the first half, mention of marking, reader uses she/her pronouns, literally just a jealous brother’s best friend trope because it eats every time

Jaemin’s blood runs cold when he sees you—wait, what are you even doing here?

He’s never been so tense in the driver’s seat before. He’s usually all calm and controlled, razor-focused on the track, with only one thing on his mind: winning. And he’s pretty damn good at it. But today, he can’t seem to focus. Not with you—Jeno’s little sister—standing right there on the sidelines, sticking out like a beacon in a crowd of rowdy onlookers.

So out of place, timid and awkward. Normally, he’d find it cute if he wasn’t so pissed that you’re even here. You don’t belong among his reckless racer friends, the ones with wandering eyes; and the girls with short skirts, heavy perfume, and sharp eyeliner.

He’s never been this distracted at the starting line before, never found anything particularly interesting to gaze at through his freshly cleaned windshield. But there you are. 

Ripped blue jeans clinging to every curve that he’s spent years thinking about—too many nights with his hand wrapped around his cock, imagining how his fingers would mold and print into the soft flesh of your skin. And those cherry-red lips—they make pride swell in his chest, a small thrill from knowing he’s the only racer here with a red car. It’s probably just a coincidence, but Jaemin lets the possessive part of his mind take over, because he wants nothing more than to see that red smeared around your cheeks as he kisses you—wants it to stain him like a claim.

God, what’s he even thinking?

You’re his best friend’s little sister. Off-limits.

Speaking of which, why are you here? Jeno’s not racing tonight, and he’d kill you if he found out. Actually, Jeno would kill him, even though Jaemin had no idea you’d even show up. Jeno hated you being at the races on a good day, let alone when he wasn’t here to keep an eye on things.

And maybe that’s why, for the first time, Jaemin’s gaze drifts to his side mirror as he speeds off. Because Jeno’s not here to watch over you—so he has to. Yeah, that’s it. It’s for Jeno’s sake. Definitely not because he’s worried about you. And definitely not because he likes the way your cherry-red lips part in a cheer—a cheer he likes to imagine is all for him.

Who’s he kidding? Jaemin loves knowing you’re here, watching him race. Honestly, it’s the biggest rush he’s ever felt—the purest shot of adrenaline—and he’s never pushed this hard on the track. But right now, he only wants to win for you.

And he does, slamming on the brakes, coming to a screeching halt the second he crosses the finish line. A few friends clap him on the back as he gets out of his car, congratulating him, but he doesn’t care about them. He only wants you—to hear you say he did great, to see that proud look in your eyes. He wants you to beg him not to yell at you for sneaking in tonight… or worse, promise he won’t tell Jeno.

Except, Jaemin’s not so sure he can negotiate on the “no yelling” part of that deal. Not when he spots you in the crowd, looking up at Jisung. Jisung, who’s got your attention on him instead of his win. Jisung, who’s making you laugh—and Jaemin knows he’s not that funny. Jisung, who’s handing you a can of Diet Pepsi—and you’re just taking it, smiling at him with those red lips, lips that don’t belong to him. 

Jaemin knows Jisung doesn’t have a bad bone in his body—Christ, the guy wouldn’t hurt a fly, and he’s one of his racer friends. Still, he doesn’t like the way you lean in when you laugh or how you’re looking up at him with pretty eyelashes fluttering. It makes something stir in him, something sharp and possessive. Without thinking, he storms over, snatching the damn can from your hand, his fingers brushing against yours in the process.

You gasp, the sound almost too soft, "Woah, Jaem–"

"What are you doing here, Y/N?

You stumble back, heart skipping in your chest. He’s looking at you like he’s about to devour you whole. Gaze locked with yours, primal and urgent, scanning you with a heat that makes your breath hitch, throat going suddenly dry. You came here to see him—no one else. But the way his eyes are on you now...you don’t know whether telling him that would be a good idea. 

You swallow hard, feeling small beneath the weight of his stare. “I—uh, I—I’m just… here to watch,” you mumble. "I didn’t think it’d be a big deal..."

Jaemin doesn’t respond right away, his eyes narrowing as they flick over you, then over to Jisung, then back to you. "Alone?" he finally asks. "You just showed up here by yourself?"

“Well yeah–I didn’t think anyone would mind..."

"Jeno’s gonna fucking kill you when he hears about this," he mutters exhaling sharply, the tension in his jaw is visible as he crosses his arms. "You know he doesn’t like you being here.” His eyes flicker to Jisung for a moment before they shift back to you, a little colder. "And I’m sure he’ll be thrilled to know you’re accepting drinks from other racers, huh?”

Your brow furrows, a tinge of annoyance creeping in. "It’s just a can of Diet Pepsi, it’s not—"

Jaemin cuts you off. "It doesn’t matter what it is," he snaps. "What matters is that you’re here, without telling anyone where you were going. Without Jeno knowing." He shakes his head in disbelief. 

You scoff. "I’m an adult, Jaemin. Jeno’s not my keeper, and neither are you–"

Jaemin’s jaw tightens, and something flickers in his eyes—something dark. But just as quickly as it appears, it’s gone. "That’s not the point, Y/N," he growls, his voice lowering. "The point is you’re here, at a street race, by yourself. You think that’s smart? You think that’s safe?" He takes a step closer.  "What if something happened to you?" 

"I’m fine, Jaemin. I can take care of myself, okay?" Your voice cracks, frustration spilling out, but the sound doesn’t make Jaemin soften like it usually would.

He steps even closer, towering over you, his presence dominating, and you can feel his breath on your face, hot and quick. “This—this shit—" he gestures around to the crowd, the cars, the racers that surround you both, "this is not safe for you. You shouldn’t be here."

Your hands curl into fists at your sides, jaw set as you refuse to back down. "Why? You and Jeno come here every other weekend?” What’s the big deal?" 

"The big deal, Y/N, is that you're a pretty girl, surrounded by a bunch of horny assholes who'd love nothing more than to corrupt a sweet little thing like you."

Your breath catches in your throat, and your mouth goes dry as his words hit you like a punch. You blink, trying to process, but the anger in his eyes is enough to make your pulse quicken. Jaemin must realize what he’s said because there's a brief moment of hesitation. He clears his throat, trying to regain control.

"And you never told anyone," he tries to add, his voice a little less steady now, "And you're letting random guys buy you drinks—"

"I already told you. It was just a Diet Pepsi, Jaemin. You’re blowing this way out of proportion!" You cut him off. 

You don’t even know what you’re arguing about anymore— and you’re pretty sure he doesn’t either—it’s like he’s mad for the sake of being mad, the two of you going around in circles.

And frankly, you're tired of it. This wasn’t how tonight was supposed to go. You’ve always had a thing for Jaemin, and now was supposed to be your chance—your shot to make him see you as more than just Jeno’s little sister. You knew he’d be distracted with the race, but you thought if you showed up, maybe he’d finally notice you, really see you. But instead, he’s making it perfectly clear that you’ll never be anything more than that girl he feels the need to protect.

“Stop treating me like a child, Jaemin,” you sigh. “I’m not some fragile little girl who needs you to babysit her." 

You turn on your heel, ready to walk away from him, but before you can take more than a few steps, Jaemin’s hand wraps around your wrist, stopping you in your tracks.

"No. We’re not done talking."

He steps forward again, grip on your limbs tight but not painful, and before you can even process what’s happening, he’s pulling you toward the exit, the sound of your shoes hitting the pavement is far too loud in the heavy silence that’s settled. 

"Jaemin, wait!" You tug against him, stumbling slightly, trying to free your wrist from his grasp. "I’m not going anywhere with you. I told you, I don’t need you babysitting me—"

"I’m not asking." His voice is low and final. "You’re going home, and you’re going with me."

"Let go of me!" You hiss, still trying to yank free, but he just tightens his grip, pulling you with him as if you’re a ragdoll.

Jaemin finally stops, turning to face you, his eyes sharp with frustration. He growls at your protesting, stepping into your personal space. "I’m taking you home, Y/N. Don’t argue with me."

You stare up at him, chest heaving with anger and something else—something you don’t want to admit to yourself. "You’re insufferable," you mutter, but it’s weak. 

You know you’re defeated. There’s no point in fighting him anymore. His presence is suffocating, overwhelming, and every fibre of your body knows he’s not going to let this go until he’s got you back home. You have no choice but to comply really. And you groan whilst slipping into the passenger seat of his car, imagining the story he’s going to muster up for your brother. 

Jaemin gets into the driver’s seat, his body tense and irritated, and you almost feel bad that he can’t celebrate his win—almost. He places the can of Diet Pepsi in the cup holder, the soft clink of the can echoing through the car. Then, without breaking his focus, his gaze flicks to you, his voice low and commanding.

“Seatbelt.”

You huff, rolling your eyes as you slide it on. “Yes, daddy.” 

The moment the words leave your mouth, Jaemin’s jaw tightens, the muscle flexing under his skin. His eyes darken for a split second, a dangerous glint flashing, something that makes your pulse stutter for just a moment. His fingers curl around the steering wheel, gripping it a little tighter than necessary as he tries to compose himself.

He clears his throat, shifting slightly in his seat, nostrils flaring. “Don’t push your luck, Y/N.”

You sink into your seat with a sigh. The silence in the car hangs as he drives, thick with awkwardness and annoyance. Your throat still feels dry from the argument, and before you can even think about it, you reach for the can. The cold metal soothes your fingertips. But the second your lips brush against the rim, you can feel Jaemin’s eyes on you—hot, intense, and focused.

You can feel him watch your every move, and as you pull the drink away from your lips, his eyes narrow in on the red stain your lipstick left on the silver rim. His grip on the steering wheel tightens, jaw tightening with it, his gaze flickering between your lips and the can in your hand. Without warning, he snatches it from your fingers, one hand still on the wheel, eyes focused and full.

Then, Jaemin presses his own lips against the spot where yours just were, right over the mark you left. Sipping the drink slowly — savouring it.

“What the hell are you doing?” you ask, voice a little breathless, startled.

Jaemin’s eyes widen, and for a split second, his grip tightens on the can before he abruptly pulls it away from his mouth, tossing it into the cup holder without a second glance. His brows furrow as he tries to make sense of his own actions, as if he’s suddenly aware of how ridiculous he must look. His mind is reeling—over a simple lipstick mark on the rim of a can. Something so innocent, yet it’s driving him crazy.

He clears his throat, trying to regain an ounce of composure, but his voice cracks slightly. "I was, uh..." He hesitates, biting back a sharp breath, his eyes flickering to the road before snapping back to you. "Just making sure it wasn’t spiked…?"

It sounds weak, even to his own ears, and he knows you’re not buying it. The way your lips part tells him everything. You narrow your eyes at him, a little too sharp for comfort. 

“Spiked?” You glance at the cup holder, where the can now sits innocently. “How would you even know from the taste, Jaemin? Not to mention Jisung gave me this, that boy wouldn’t hurt a fly.”

Jaemin knows that. Still, he curses under his breath, running a hand through his hair as the frustration builds in his chest. His entire excuse is a mess, just like the thoughts spinning in his head.

"Look, let’s call it precautionary, okay?" His voice is clipped and there’s a tightness to it. "Don’t make it a big deal."

You lean back in the seat, a small bitter laugh escaping you. “Me making things a big deal? Oh, the irony.”

He doesn’t respond or bite back or try for the final word and it makes the silence thicker. Jaemin’s grip on the wheel is so tight his knuckles are white, and honestly, you don’t know how long you can keep doing this.

“You're impossible, you know that?" The words slip out before you can stop them, and your chest tightens as soon as they do. "I didn't come here for you to babysit me or make me feel like I need your protection. I came here because I—" You stop yourself. 

Jaemin's head snaps to you, "Because you what?" 

For a second, you can’t speak. The words are right there, but they feel too big, too much to let out. You’re caught between the urge to spill it all or keeping it hidden, scared to change the dynamic. But you’ve been pretending for too long, playing by the rules, and now, you want to stop hiding.

“I came here because I wanted you to see me,” you say, voice barely above a whisper. “Not as Jeno’s little sister. Not as some kid. I wanted you to see me… as me.”

Jaemin doesn’t react, not at first – well, he does, but it’s subtle. His hands go completely white around the wheel, his jaw clenched so tight you can almost hear it. Without saying a word, he pops the indicator on and pulls over, the tyres screeching slightly as he brings the car to a sudden stop.

You freeze, and a small wave of panic bubbles up inside your chest. Did you say the wrong thing? Did you make it weird? He’s your brother’s best friend, and now you’ve crossed that weird line that’s bound to make everything awkward. Jeno’s gonna kill you.

You swallow hard, waiting for him to snap, to tell you how messed up this whole thing is.

But he kisses you. 

His hand on your cheek, without warning, pulling you into him, and consuming your lips with a force that steals the air from your lungs. It’s not gentle like you expected him to be. He’s typically always gentle with you — unless he’s mad, which right now, he is. This kiss is desperate. Hungry. And you like it because it’s the kind of kiss that makes your body forget how to breathe. The kind of kiss that tells you he doesn’t see you like a kid – like Jneo’s little sister.

“You drive me fucking insane, you know that?” Jaemin growls, nudging your noses together. His hands find your waist, to grip it. “You walk around in those jeans clinging to your ass, with your cheeks flushed, and that fucking lipstick the same shade as my car.”

You giggle softly against his lips, wrapping your arms around his neck. “You noticed?”

“Of course I fucking noticed,” he groans.

Jaemin’s lips trail down your jawline, each kiss slow, and teasing, and needy. The desperation in his movements is evident like he’s trying to savour every inch of your skin. The feeling is foreign to you—each soft press of his lips sends a rush of heat through your body. The simple touches make you gasp, drawing a low, satisfied groan from him as he feels the reaction in your body.

His breath catches, lips brushing softly along the sensitive curve of your neck as he pulls you closer. His hands tighten around your waist, and the pleading in his voice intensifies, but there’s no mistaking the hunger in it. He’s holding back, trying to keep his composure.

“Tell me this is a bad idea, Y/N,” he whispers, his lips grazing your skin with kisses. “Tell me you don’t want this.”

Your breath is shallow and you can’t help the way your body reacts to him. The way your hands find their way into his hair, fingers threading through it as you desperately tug on it, unsure of what else to do. 

“Please, angel, you have to say no,” he murmurs into your neck, his voice low and desperate. 

“Don’t want to,” you whimper, shaking your head again. “Want you, Jaem. Always wanted you. Only you.”

"Fuck..." he groans, his lips trailing away from your skin to look at you.

And what a pretty sight you are. Eyes glazed with lust, pupils blown wide, dilated with something raw and needy. So innocent, so forgiving, so eager – so fucking his. It’s enough to make him painfully hard, though he was already straining. Hearing you say you've always wanted him – and only him – had already sent a rush of heat straight to his cock.

Jaemin can’t help himself. His hand reaches out to caress your cheek again, his thumb teasing the softness of your bottom lip. You gasp, and his pupils darken, fixating on the way your mouth parts, the red colour staining his thumb. It’s everything he’s ever dreamed of—a perfect fantasy. 

“You’re gonna get me in so much trouble, gorgeous.”

He’s still hesitating, and you can feel it — you fucking hate it. Something takes over you, and without thinking, you take his thumb into your mouth, deep, sucking hard. Jaemin practically growls, his lips parting as a hiss escapes him from the sight. 

A switch flips, and in one smooth, deliberate motion, he yanks his thumb from your mouth, kills the engine, and climbs into the backseat. His eyes are sharp as they focus on you, which tells you to follow suit. He doesn’t care that on paper this is a ‘bad idea’. His cock is telling him it’s the best one he’s ever had.

It’s clear the moment you climb into the backseat, the way his body shifts into something animalistic. You try to settle beside him, but Jaemin doesn’t let that happen. He grips the hem of your shirt, yanking you down and onto his lap. The heat from his body radiates through the thin fabric of your clothes, his chest pressing hard against yours as his hands slide possessively around your waist.

His hands roam down your back and you can feel the hard press of him against your ass. It makes your pulse spike and your sweet red lips fall open for him, making him smirk with pride. His lips trail down to your neck, teeth grazing your skin as he murmurs your name, low and rough.

It’s all-consuming. Hot and desperate. Panting and breathless. Bodies moving in sync. The car heats up from your bodies softly grinding against each other. His hands are everywhere. 

“Angel,” he growls, his voice low with restraint, “if you keep grinding on me like that, I won’t be able to stop.”

You bite your lip, keeping your rhythm steady, your hips pressing into his. “Good.”

Jaemin catches a hand around your jaw pulling you away from his lips. “I’m serious, Y/N. Are you sure you want this?”

You nod, your gaze heavy with need.

He shakes his head, “I need words, gorgeous.”

“I want this.”

Such a simple phrase shatters his restraint, unravelling him completely. With a growl, he tosses you onto the back seat, lips trailing hotly down your body until he’s between your legs. His fingertips graze the waistband of your jeans, and he leans in, voice a low whisper.

“Can I?”

You nod, but he shakes his head, his eyes dark with hunger. “Say it.”

“Yes...” You breathe, the word barely escaping your lips, but it’s all he needs.

The jeans slide down your hips and ass, past your thighs, until they’re bunched around your ankles. Jaemin’s eyes flicker down, landing on your panties—darkened with dampness.

"So wet from just a little grinding?" He raises an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at his lips. "So fucking cute."

A rush of heat floods your chest. You’ve never done this before. And suddenly, it’s all too much, too fast. His words, your own desperate need, the car, the argument... everything crashes together. Without thinking, you press your legs closed, embarrassed by your body's reaction.

Jaemin's brows furrow as he watches you closely. "You okay?"

Your cheeks burn with a blush, stuttering as you struggle to find your voice. "I-I-uh," you falter, hoping he’ll say it, ask you the question. But he doesn’t. His eyes are fixed on your mouth, waiting for you to say it.

"I’ve never done this before."

Jaemin’s eyes flicker with something dark before he hums lowly. “You still want this?”

You nod, not trusting your voice.

“Words, Y/N.”

“God—yes.”

A satisfied smirk curves on his lips. “Good,” he murmurs. “Your body’s a fucking work of art I’ve been dying to see, and I never want you to feel embarrassed about showing it to me—and only me, yeah?”

This time, you don’t nod. You meet his gaze, voice steady as you tell him, “Yes. Only you.”

He smiles, hands resting on your knees as he gently eases them apart, his gaze fixed on you, completely mesmerized. If someone had told him this was how he’d be celebrating his win tonight, he’d have laughed in disbelief.

But now, his knuckles brush over the front of your underwear, a feather-light touch that sends a spark through you. Your hips react on their own, bucking slightly as his fingertips tease your sensitive nerves through the thin damp fabric.

“You’re so fucking wet.”

He drags his fingers to your waistband, sneaking underneath to run a soft finger up your slit, drawing a gasp from your lips. He takes that as permission to slip the pair down your legs, meeting the same fate as your jeans somewhere in his car. 

Jaemin keeps his eyes dead set on you as his fingers work to find your clit. The moment he does, he starts working slow, taunting patterns against it, each movement deliberate and unhurried. The sensation is leg-numbing, sending waves of pleasure through you—so much better than when you do it yourself. 

“Tell me how it feels,” he demands, “I wanna know how I’m making you feel. Tell me.”

Your mind is spinning, words slipping through your grasp, and all you can manage is a choked, incoherent moan. It’s not enough for him. Dissatisfied, he sinks his middle finger into your pussy at your silence. You jolt at the intrusion, the feeling intense and foreign, but his eyes stay locked on you, waiting.

“Tell me,” he groans, relishing in the feeling of how tight you grip around his finger.

“F-feels good,” you manage to stammer.

“Yeah?” he taunts, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips as he slowly picks up the pace. “Want more?”

“Yes–” you nod eagerly. He wastes no time, slipping his ring finger inside to join the first, matching the rhythm, savouring the warmth encapsulating around him, and you unravel beneath him.

You watch him through half-lidded eyes, breaths shallow and quick, completely undone from the tortuous pace of his fingers. Jaemin’s expression softens as he takes you in, a quiet, satisfied coo slipping from his lips.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, “So sweet… so vulnerable just for me.”

A low chuckle escapes him as he feels your walls threatening to tense, wanting to flutter around his fingers, and it sends another wave of pride through him. He shifts his eyes down, and without hesitation, takes your clit into his mouth, swirling his tongue in slow, devastating circles.

If he’s going to make you cum for the first time, it’ll be on his fingers and his mouth—he’ll make sure of it.

“S-so good, Jaem—” you gasp, voice trembling as his mouth and fingers work in perfect sync, pushing you closer to the edge.

He hums against you, the vibration sending another jolt of pleasure through your body. “Yeah?” he murmurs, lips still pressed to your skin. “Gonna let go for me, huh? Let me feel it.”

His words, his touch—it’s all too much, and you can feel every nerve on fire as he coaxes you over the edge until you’re cumming from the steady rhythm of his fingers and the relentless, teasing laps of his tongue. You're a shuddering mess beneath him from the orgasm he’s given you. 

He fucking loves it, looking in complete awe.

As you start to come down, muffled whines still slip from your lips, riding out the aftershocks of your release.

“What is it?” he prods, his voice smooth but persistent, but all you can manage is a frustrated sigh, annoyed with his stupid teasing tone. “Angel..I don’t know what you want if you don’t tell me.”

"All I want is—" You gasp when he lightly brushes your sensitive clit again,"—your cock."

A smug smirk tugs at his lips. His hand slides to rest possessively on your hip as he moves to hover above you, his gaze locking with yours.

“Are you sure?”

You nod, your lashes fluttering with need, and he takes that as permission to rid himself of his pants, his hand wrapping firmly around the base of his cock. He positions himself carefully, just at the edge of your pussy. 

It’s not how you’d pictured your first time—definitely not the romantic, cute scenario you’d always fantasized about. But one thing was certain: Jaemin was here, and that’s all that really mattered. Though, you hadn’t expected him to be this… big.

He picks up on the hesitation in your eyes, sensing the tension coiling tight in your chest.

With deliberate slowness, he slides his length teasingly between your drenched folds, making your breath catch as your nerves tense.

“I’ll take it slow,” he pulls down to murmur against your lips. 

You nod, your lip caught between your teeth, biting down hard enough to taste the metallic tang as he presses his tip against your cunt. His other hand grips your hip, his fingers digging in as he applies pressure, holding you in place. He stays perched above you, eyes fixed on your face. 

"Keep looking at me," he says, watching the way your face squirms. "Please."

His begging has you fighting to keep your eyes from fluttering shut, staying locked on him as you watch the way his pink lips part, the way they twitch, holding back a moan when he inches forward just enough to feel his tip slip past the threshold.

He pushes forward in a slow, savouring motion, and when he finally sinks into you completely, you stretch around him. Your brows furrow, caught between the sting of pain and the rush of pleasure. His teeth catch his lower lip, holding it there as a low, skin-tingling moan rumbles deep in his chest, his body staying still, giving you a moment to adjust.

“Please move,” you beg, barely able to get the words out, desperation lacing your voice.

He struggles to keep his breathing steady as he watches your face, studying it for any sign of discomfort. Once he’s sure you’re fine, he begins to draw his hips back slowly, his movements deliberate and deep, wrecking you as he rolls his hips forward, filling you again.

Your eyes want to flutter shut, the bliss almost too much to keep conscious but you want to please him. Jaemin pulls you closer, his lips capturing yours in a searing kiss, and you moan into it, the sound pulling a breathless, stomach-knotting whine from him.

He increases his pace, and you cry out, your head falling back as your hips begin to meet his. One of Jaemin’s hands tightens around the side of your waist, grounding you as he drives deeper, faster, harder — greedy. 

You move feverishly, hips bucking wildly as you try to take him deeper, craving the way his cock stretches you, hitting every nerve with overwhelming pleasure.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he gasps. "Keep looking at me. I wanna see how pretty you look when I’m making you feel good."

You can only respond with a breathless gasp that catches in your throat as he buries himself deeper, rolling against you whilst your nails dig into the fabric on his shoulders.

His hand slips from your hip for a moment, reaching for your fingers to guide them down where your bodies are connected. His fingers curl around yours, bringing your hand to your throbbing clit. You take the hint, fingers moving instinctively to find the sensitive bundle, desperate to ease the tightness building in your abdomen.

"Not gonna last long, angel," he breathes, his voice ragged. "But I need you to feel good."

"Fuck," you whimper. Your hips begin to writhe, chasing the pleasure as every part of your body burns with need.

“So fucking warm and wet and tight,” he groans, forehead slick with sweat. 

Your bodies feel like they’re burning, the car steaming up with heat, the windows fogging so thickly that you leave a handprint on the glass as you steady yourself against Jaemin’s building deliberate thrusts. 

He’s fucking into you with an erotic urgency, as if he’s trying to spill out every fantasy he’s ever had about you since Jeno introduced you. It’s like he’s remembering, all at once, that he’s broken all the rules—off-limits, bro code—and he doesn’t care anymore. Doesn’t regret it one bit. Because the feel of you on his cock is totally worth it.

Your stomach starts to tremble as warmth floods your lower half, your muscles contracting and fluttering around him. The feeling overwhelms you, and it only encourages him to slow his rhythm, to drag out your orgasm as long as possible. 

Jaemin finally caves, moving his face to nuzzle against you. Your hands find his hair, tugging him up so you can kiss along his neck, your lipstick staining his flesh, marking him with that signature red colour.

You keep your hips rolling with his, even after the earth-shattering orgasm he’s just given you. Every cry, whimper, and moan spills from the back of your throat at the force of him, your voice chanting his name in a string of desperate mumbles. Your body convulses and shakes as you clamp around his length, and he grunts at the feeling, whispering praises to coax you through it.

He snaps his hips upward, grinding his body against you to savour the feeling. His muscles begin to shudder, jolting as he gasps for air, his own orgasm hitting him hard.

Hearing and feeling him lost in so much bliss only stretches the aftershocks of your release, both of you a mess of limbs and shameless sounds. Then, you feel him still completely, his release erupting in warm spurts, filling you and making you feel full of him. He’s everywhere—his scent, his kisses, his cum.

You’re left utterly spent, like a limp puddle, but Jaemin stays closely intertwined with you. You both inhale ragged breaths, neither of you daring to break apart. You’re reduced to fluttering glances weak panting and slick skin.

Jaemin’s eyes shift toward the side window, his fingers gently combing through your hair before he presses a soft kiss to your forehead.

And when he finally tries to move, there's a sudden clink, and the faint sound of liquid splashing. You both glance down at the Diet Pepsi can now toppled over and spilling its contents all over the car seat. A muffled chuckle escapes Jaemin's lips as he shakes his head.

“That stupid fucking drink,” he mutters with a grin. 

“You should be grateful,” you hum, “Without it, we probably would never have fucked.”

Jaemin shakes his head and laughs, but the humour quickly fades as his expression turns serious. He leans in close again, his lips brushing yours. 

“Not true,” he murmurs. “I’ve wanted you ever since I met you. I would’ve made a move eventually.”

“Oh yeah?” You tilt your head, teasing him. “What’s been stopping you?”

“Jeno,” Jaemin says quietly, and it’s like it hits you both at once.

Your stomach twists in knots, the mention of your brother, Jaemin’s best friend, suddenly making everything feel... wrong. 

“What are we gonna tell Jeno?”

[loevhyuck]

[shuafiles]

MDNI, 18+

CONTENT | jungwoo in his darn black glasses, pervy co worker jungwoo, smut with no plot, fingering, unprotected sex (dont)

WORDS | 1.8k

A/N | imagine that one kissing scene in the kdrama business proposal when the hot assistant took off his glasses to continue making out !!! and let's pretend there are no cameras in an office :D this was supposed to be a drabble, but there is a drought of jungwoo smut on this app, and i am here to provide. plspls send me thoughts </3

coworker!jungwoo was in the printing room when you entered. your heels clicked against the floor, making him lift his head to face you. his black glasses resting on the tip of his nose, which he pushed back with his finger. it was already late at night, and the two of you were among the employees left working at the firm because of your boss’s orders.

“hi, jungwoo.” you flashed him a tired smile.

“hey, y/n.” jungwoo greeted back. it wasn’t a secret that he had the biggest crush on you–he would be a fool not to have one–you were the most attractive woman in the entire building, and he knows this because he sees the way everyone turns their heads to look at you when you walk past them. he was guilty of doing the same, loving how your tight pencil skirt perfectly carves the shape of your hips all the way down to your ass, or how he gets a peek of your cleavage every time he towers over you

jungwoo felt his cheeks flush at his thoughts before returning his focus to the dcouments he needed to finish printing. he felt your presence beside him as he picked up the final paper that the machine ejected. he was about to leave when your hand on his arm prevented him from doing so.

“hey–do you think you can help me make a copy of these? i’m still not sure how to work this machine.” you sheepishly smiled at him. his eyes darting to your lips before he let out a gulp.

“y-yeah, let me show you.” you both faced the machine. feeling the sudden proximity you two have. your shoulders brushing against his chest as he muttered out instructions, but you were barely registering his words.

all you could focus on was how his arms were exposed due to his sleeves being tucked up, his muscles flexing occasionally as he pressed various buttons. you knew about his crush on you; you may have briefly heard him chatting with johnny in the break room the other day about how much he wanted to hit it. usually, you would be disgusted with how men talked about women, but there was something different about jungwoo. you would be lying if you said you didn’t find him equally attractive. he was one of the people you felt like you could trust around the workplace.

you sneaked a glance at him, his disheveled hair (probably due to running his fingers through it so much) added to his attractiveness. his tie loose from working overtime, and those damn glasses that looks way too hot on him.

“and that’s basically it.” jungwoo pulled you out of your thoughts as the machine started to make noise and make copies of the document you gave him.

“thanks, jungwoo. i appreciate it, let me know if there’s something i could help you with!” you offered, slightly hoping he could catch on to what you were trying to let on.

jungwoo felt hot, his lips pursed, nodding to your words before turning around and accidentally bumping into your shoulder causing you to drop the papers you gathered in your hands.

“i’m so sorry!” jungwoo kneeled down, collecting the papers he knocked over. the sight of him on his knees in front of you was not helping your imagination. you sat down to his level, trying to be mindful of the way you’re wearing a skirt. not missing how his eyes dart to the newly exposed skin of your thighs. you helped him in gathering the papers, fingers brushing over his making you bite your lip.

you both stood up once you finished cleaning up the mess, straightening up your skirt with your hands. he extended the papers to you. making sure to linger your fingers over his. growing frustrated at his inability to take the hint.

“jungwoo.” you placed the stack of papers on the counter next to the printer.

“hmm?” jungwoo looked you in the eye. his doe eyes staring at you intently.

“stop being so shy and do something.”

“w-what do you mean?”

you took a step forward, inching towards his body. “i heard the way you talked about me with johnny. where's that jungwoo now?” your hand reached up to play with his tie. his mouth opened in a silent gasp. breath hitching at the way your bodies are almost colliding. “you don’t think i notice your lingering stares? the way your eyes fall to my legs every time i walk by you? or how your stare into my lips every time we talk?”

jungwoo’s head turned to face the ceiling, looking anywhere but at you. “i’m sorry.” he mumbled. your hands snaking to his chest before reaching out to hook your fingers on his chin, forcing him to face you.

“if i minded, i would've said something by now, wouldn't i? but i didn't, which means…” you leaned up to him, lips dangerously close to his. “i wouldn't mind being slutted out by you.”

jungwoo groaned before grasping your hips and pushing your body against him. he attached his lips to you in a hungry manner. your eyes closed as his tongue pushed into your mouth, exploring every corner he could. his glasses bumping into your face, annoying you, which he realized because he pulled away from your lips only to snatch the glasses from his face and set them aside before he returned his lips to yours.

your hands made its way to the buttons of his shirt, pulling on his tie to loosen it even more. once you were done unbuttoning his shirt, you pulled away from him, admiring his stoned chest with your fingers lightly tracing over his abs.

“don’t tease me now, princess. been waiting for this moment forever.” he grunted as you played with the buckle of his belt.

“show me how much you want it.” that was all it took before jungwoo spun you around and bent you over the counter, hands sliding your skirt up to your hips, exposing your red lacy underwear.

“god, its like you planned for this to happen.” he groaned as his fingers rubbed your clothed entrance. you whimpered, unintentionally wiggling your ass for him, which drove him even more crazy. he slid your underwear to the side before collecting your arousal and running it up and down your folds. he inserted two digits into your hole, making you moan out his name. supporting yourself on the counter as his fingers pumped in and out of you, curling it which perfectly hit your sweet spot. pulling out to rub circles on your clit. “so wet for me, baby.” his fingers easily slid due to your wetness.

“jungwoo, please, w-want to cum.” his hand snaked around your body before placing it around your throat, pulling your body so that your back was against his chest. his fingers picking up the pace as you felt your stomach coil up.

“how is your pussy so tight, hmm? think i need to stretch you out before you take my cock.” he inserted a third finger into you, relentlessly fucking you with his fingers. you felt your legs shake, your chest heaving from the intensity. your hips pushing down to meet his hand. “be a good girl and cum for me.” he whispered in your ear. his thumb reaching for your clit, rubbing circles, making you gasp as you felt your release, cumming all over his fingers.

“oh my god.” you moaned. he pulled his fingers out and detached his hand from your throat. catching your breath, you turned to face him and was greeted by him sucking your arousal from his fingers which made you giggle.

“you taste amazing.” jungwoo pulled his fingers out of his mouth, and with his other hand, he grasped your chin and planted a kiss on your lips. tasting him and your juices. “now turn around, i’m not done with you yet.”

you yelped as he grabbed your hips and bent you once more over the counter. the sound of his buckle moving around and a zipper being pulled down was all you heard before his pants were at his ankles. his fingers hooking the waistband of your underwear, the thin fabric falling to your feet.

you whimpered when you felt the tip of his cock gliding over your folds, spreading your slick all over.

“can’t wait to fill your pussy up.” jungwoo said before pushing his cock into you, making you curse out his name. his length was thick. your pussy adjusting to his cock as he carefully started to move his hips. you held onto the counter as he started to pick up his pace. his hand resting on your ass as his cock stretched you open, the other collecting your hair and harshly pulling on it making you moan even louder. “you’re so tight, fuck–“ the sound of skin slapping echoed throughout the room, and you were thankful that you were the only people left in the office at this hour. he leaned forward, pressing his chest against your back, planting a wet kiss on your cheek. “could fuck you all day, princess.”

jungwoo grunted when he felt you clench around his cock, pulling you close to him as he tried to bury you even deeper.

“god, jungwoo!” you breathed out, biting your lip as his hand made its way to your clothed breast, squeezing it through the fabric.

“you sound so pretty like this, y/n.” his lips brushed over your ears as he whispered. “even prettier when you cum, baby." it didn’t take much long before you felt your stomach tense up again, your orgasm creeping close. you can tell he was close to his release, too, as his thrusts were getting sloppy. “fuck, baby. i’m gonna cum, where do you want it?”

“inside.” you moaned out. you turned your head to catch a glimpse of him. his forehead covered in sweat that trickled all the way down to his chest. he noticed your gaze, which made him smirk and lean down to kiss you once more.

a few thrusts later, you came all over his cock. legs feeling weak as you could barely hold yourself up, but he continued to rock his hips, his cock twitching as chased after his release. with a final thrust, he let out the sexiest moan you’ve ever heard before releasing inside you. his cum coating your sweet pussy as your juices mixed together.

jungwoo pulled his cock out from you, feeling his cum drip down your legs. you turned around to face him, catching each other's breath.

he pulled his pants up to his waist, quickly zipping it. his hands reached down to the hem of your skirt, pulling it down so that you were decent. you smiled at the gesture. you grabbed his glasses that were resting on the counter. you pushed his hair out of the way of his face and placed his glasses on him. his eyes watching your every move. he looked so handsome in them.

you stepped out of your underwear, reaching down to grab it before stuffing it in his pocket. “wouldn’t want you to forget this night.”

“never in my wildest dreams.”

[domjaehyun]

i ❤️ hot nerds (l.dh, n.jm)

PAIRING. pervert!nerd!haechan, pervert!nerd!jaemin x popular!fem!reader  GENRE. smut, slight fluff CONTENTS. explicit smut (kissing, fingering, oral (receiving), titfucking, breast play, lots of drool and spit, overstimulation, snowballing, dirty talk, rimming, anal play, missionary, riding, mating press, breeding/creampies) WORD COUNT. 8.7k SUMMARY. when your professor pairs you with the two smartest students in your class for a group project, you find yourself making an interesting deal with them. or, alternatively: the one where you have to help two nerds learn to get girls so you can pass your class. PLAYLIST. n/a NOTES. remember when i said i was up to something with these two? this is it! teehee :3 i hope you enjoy!!

“Professor Kwon, I really need to pass this class,” you say with a worried frown, and she nods in understanding, reaching over to pat your hand gently.

“I’ll see if I can scrape up any extra credit assignments for you to do, but in the meantime, you can try and do your best on the group project coming up. It’s worth thirty percent of your grade, and if you want, I can pair you up with some of the stronger students in the class to help ensure you get a good grade.” she offers helpfully, and your face lights up with a relieved smile as you nod.

“I would love that,” you gush gratefully. “Thank you so much, Professor Kwon! I really appreciate all your help.” You can tell from her kind expression that she knows your words are sincere, and it warms your heart that she’s been so helpful and generous.

“No worries, dear. I’ll email you tonight with some extra credit assignments for you, okay?” she says, and you nod in agreement as you pack up your bags to leave her office hours.

“I’ll be waiting! Thank you again, and have a great rest of your day!” You chirp, slinging your bag over your shoulder before exiting her office.

As you head down the hall, you think about who, in your thirty-person class, she could possibly pair you up with that could help your grade.

“Okay, class, I’m going to pair you up with your partners for the group project. Just a reminder—it is worth thirty percent of your grade, so please take this seriously. I would hate to have to fail any of you.” Professor Kwon says as she looks out at the classroom. 

Indistinct mutterings go around, and you look around as you contemplate who she might put you with. There’s Mark Lee, the sweet, endearingly bubbly English major in the year below you who’s also an RA for the building across from your dorm.

There’s Huang Renjun, the smart, quiet art major junior in the same year as Mark, and he could be a good partner, you suppose—

You’re dragged out of your reverie by the sound of your professor saying your name, followed by, “Lee Haechan, and Na Jaemin.”

Oh. Well, you’re certainly not upset by that development. You look across the room, where Jaemin and Haechan are sitting together, to see that they’re already looking over at you. Haechan smiles nervously and averts his gaze quickly, but Jaemin leans into the eye contact, giving you a small wave. 

You smile and wiggle your fingers back in greeting, making Jaemin grin and Haechan dissolve into excited giggles, the older male pushing his thick, black-rimmed glasses up on his nose absentmindedly.

Your professor finishes reading off the groups and waves her hands at you all, gesturing for you to get situated with your partners. You move to stand only to see that Haechan is rushing to stand up and make his way over to you, clutching his notebook and papers to his chest almost protectively.

Haechan and Jaemin are also the year below you, and you know them relatively well, given that you’re the RA for their dorm building—well, you know a bit about them: they live across the hall from you, they’re avid gamers, and, if you’re not mistaken, they’re two of the top students in the class.

You watch with an amused smile as Jaemin leisurely slings his bag over his shoulder, the cool, calm, and collected counterpart to your other partner, and they both make their way over to where you sit, Haechan sitting in the chair in front of you and turning it around to face you while Jaemin sits beside you.

“Hi,” Haechan greets quietly, and you shoot him a friendly smile.

“Hi, Haechan,” you reply sweetly, and his face breaks out into a brilliant, shy grin. 

“Hi.” he says again, and Jaemin snorts.

“You said that already.”

“Well, I’m saying it again.” Haechan counters, and you chuckle.

“Hi,” you say, “again.”

“...Hi.” he mumbles shyly, barely able to get the words out past his excited smile.

“Hi, Jaemin,” you greet, turning to look at the male beside you.

He shoots you a dazzling smile that makes you wonder, for a moment, how he even got the label of “nerd” everyone classifies him as. Haechan is a bit more understandable, given his general flustered nature around girls, but Jaemin’s always been calm and easygoing—you’d even go so far as to say he’s smooth. However, you suppose that after hearing Jaemin rant and rave about video games and the like, you can see why someone might label him as one even if you don’t find video games all that nerdy. 

“Hi,” he replies easily, lifting his eyebrows in greeting. It’s your turn to avert your gaze, the mildly suggestive gesture making you feel a little hot under the collar when you couple it with the fact that he can’t keep his eyes off of you.

“So, um,” you say, clearing your throat slightly, “I think we should meet up after classes today to talk about what we’re gonna do for our group project.”

“Okay,” Haechan agrees instantly, nodding vigorously. “We can meet up in the library? Or the cafeteria—or—well, maybe you’d wanna meet up somewhere private—” he starts to ramble, and you tilt your head to the side in confusion, holding up a finger to stop him. He falls silent immediately, widened, slightly starstruck eyes gazing at you so intently you find yourself growing more endeared to him.

“Why would it matter if it’s in private or not?” you ask, brows furrowed, and Haechan nibbles at his bottom lip, exchanging a wordless glance with Jaemin. “Haechan?”

“In case you… y’know… don’t necessarily want to be seen with us.” he mumbles quietly, and you frown deeply. 

“Why would I not want to be seen with you?” you ask, already feeling like you know the answer.

“Because—” Haechan looks around the room to see if anyone’s paying attention to him before continuing, “because we’re nerds,” he says, whispering the word like it’s a slur, “and you’re—well, you know who you are.”

“How about you tell me who I am?” you press gently with a playful smile. “Just to refresh my memory.”

“You’re you. You’re one of the cool seniors—you’re one of the only RAs that everyone likes—and you’re…. y’know… popular.” Haechan whispers that word both like it’s a dream and a word that doesn’t belong in his mouth, and you won’t lie and say it doesn’t bother you slightly.

“Haechan.”

“Mm?” Haechan replies, and you drum your manicured nails on the table in front of you to stop his gaze from wandering furtively around the room. 

“First of all, this isn’t a stereotypical clique-y high school movie.” you chuckle. “I can be seen with anyone I want; it never mattered to me.”

“Okay,” he replies hesitantly, but you can sense some of the tension leaving his body as he gradually relaxes.

“Second of all: don’t call yourselves nerds like that—like it’s a label that actually matters. You’re just Haechan, and he’s just Jaemin, and I’m just me.” you finish carefully, and he cracks a smile, looking up from where your hands rest on the table to meet your gaze.

“Okay, cool.” he mumbles, smile growing as your words sink in.

“We can meet on the quad after class if you want,” you say, deliberately choosing the most public location you can think of.

“Well—” Jaemin cuts in, and you turn to look at him to see that he’s looking between you and Haechan. “There are no outlets on the quad… it’s just grass and some trees.”

“True,” you muse thoughtfully. “Where do you guys want to meet?”

“The dorm? Oh, but—” Haechan cuts himself off, shooting a panicked glance Jaemin’s way. “I don’t think my side of the room is presentable right now.”

“Okay,” you say with a laugh. “How about we meet in my room?” you offer, and Haechan’s eyes get so wide you fear he might hurt himself, while Jaemin’s brows shoot up in surprise. Looking between the two of them with growing amusement, you add on, “My last class ends at 4:30pm, and I can be back at my dorm by about 4:45pm, if that works for you guys.”

Neither of them speak for a moment, Haechan seemingly rooted in place with surprise, while Jaemin looks at him expectantly, eyes widening pointedly before he sighs and shakes his head. “Yeah, that works for us.” Jaemin answers finally, and you smile, nodding in confirmation.

“Great!”

“Class is over, everyone! Good luck on your projects, and I’ll see you next Wednesday!” Professor Kwon bids you all goodbye, and everyone starts to gather their things. 

“Well, I’ll see you guys then; you know where my room is!” you say, putting your notebook in your bag and slinging it over your shoulder. 

“See you later!” Jaemin replies easily, and Haechan nods as if to second Jaemin’s words.

“Bye, Haechan,” you say with a playful smile, finding it cute how flustered the male is by your attention.

“Bye,” he croaks weakly, and you giggle, turning to leave but not before catching a glimpse of Jaemin swatting Haechan’s arm in a scolding gesture.

“Would you relax? At least try to play it cool,” Jaemin whispers loudly from behind your retreating back.

“Sorry, I couldn’t help it!” Haechan exclaims in a hushed voice. “She’s so pretty.”

You can’t help but smile widely to yourself as you keep walking, pretending you haven’t heard a thing.

They’re perfectly on time—in fact, if your ears don’t deceive you, they’re five minutes early, the two of them standing outside and bickering quietly.

“Listen,” Jaemin says in a stern whisper, “you’re going to act normal when we get in there. No being weird and quiet and awkward.”

“Yes, sir,” Haechan replies sarcastically, and you snicker quietly. “You try staying calm when she looks at you with those eyes.”

“I do,” Jaemin replies flatly. “If you can’t… skill issue, I guess.”

“Wh— skill issue? I bet I’m skilled at putting my foot up your ass—”

“Shut up, she might be able to hear you!”

“Why don’t you knock, then? We can meet early.”

“Why don’t I knock?” Jaemin replies incredulously. “Why don’t you?”

“Why would I knock?”

“Why would I?! You’re the one all eager to see her.”

“I’m not that eager.” Haechan mumbles bitterly, and Jaemin scoffs.

“You showered to see her.”

“So did you!”

“I always shower after classes. You also put on cologne.”

“Well— Is it a crime to want to smell good in front of a pretty girl?”

“No, but it is a crime to act like a wuss when she so much as looks at you,” Jaemin snarks, and Haechan sucks his teeth.

“Shut up.”

“You shut up.”

There’s a brief scuffle on the other side, and you hear faint slapping sounds like they’re smacking each other back and forth, and you giggle softly, walking over to your door and waiting patiently. 

“Would you cut it out? Here–” Jaemin snaps, and three knocks sound out on the other side of your door. 

“Shit! Do I look okay?” Haechan worries.

There's silence before Jaemin replies. “No.”

“Fuck you.”

You decide to end their bickering and open your door, smiling at the two of them. “Hi, boys.”

“Hi,” Haechan mumbles shyly, and Jaemin elbows him, glaring at him.

“Hi,” Jaemin greets pleasantly, and you step aside to let them in.

“Make yourselves comfortable.” you offer, and they enter slowly, Haechan moving cautiously like you might change your mind at any moment. “I have snacks, water, and juice if you want anything to eat or drink.” 

“Oh, dope,” Haechan says eagerly, heading to your mini fridge and opening it, retrieving a blue Gatorade and plopping down on your fluffy pink rug. Jaemin takes a bag of chips from the basket on top of the fridge and sits beside Haechan so there’s room for you to sit across from them. 

You take a can of pineapple juice and frown down at the metal tab. “Can one of you open this? I don’t want to break a nail.”

“I’ll do it!” Haechan exclaims, leaning forward and taking it from you. He opens it with ease and hands it back to you, blushing when you smile gratefully and slip a straw into the opening.

“Thank you, Haechan,” you hum, and he smiles bashfully, nodding.

“You’re welcome.”

“So,” you say, sitting on your bed in front of them as you sip your drink. “What should we do our project on?”

“We were thinking we could do it on something cool, like…” Haechan says, trailing off towards the end and looking over at Jaemin with a clear request for help in his eyes.

Jaemin rolls his eyes slightly, sighs, and says, “Sex.”

You can’t help but smile slightly. “Sex is cool?”

“Well— well, I guess it’s not cool,” Haechan mumbles, unsure of himself, and you cross your leg over the other, watching as his eyes drop to the hem of your skirt, a latent hunger in them as he eyes your bare legs. “But something, like, trendy and relatable.”

“So sex is trendy?” You can’t refrain from teasing him slightly, admiring the way his cheeks flush. “It’s the cool, hip, new thing all the kids are getting into, huh?”

“Well—” Haechan stammers, and you hold up a hand to stop him, the male falling silent instantly and watching you intently.

“I’m just messing with you,” you assure him, and his shoulders slump in relief. “I’m okay with that! I just wanna be super transparent and let you guys know that my passing this class is riding on this grade for this project, so it’s really important to me. I’ll do my best to pull my weight, but I’m not doing as well as you guys, so—”

“We’ll do all the work,” Jaemin offers, and you stop short, blinking at him in surprise. 

“Really?”

“Yeah,” Haechan chimes in, pushing his glasses up his nose slightly. “You won’t have to lift a finger.”

“...Why?” you ask carefully, and they look at each other, now both a bit shifty. “Guys?”

“Hm?” Haechan asks, and you raise an eyebrow when he doesn’t meet your gaze, clearing your throat and waiting until he does.

“What’s in it for you?”

“Well… we were thinking we could trade services.” Jaemin interjects when it becomes evident that Haechan won’t be answering your question.

“Services?” you question, sitting forward slightly. Shifting your position, you cross your legs at the ankle instead, your knees falling apart slightly, and Haechan’s eyes zero in on the space between your legs, his tongue slipping out to wet his lips as he watches you. “Your service is helping me get an A, and my service is… what, exactly?”

“Um… we were thinking you could help us socially.” Jaemin says carefully, and you tilt your head to the side in confusion.

“How?”

“Teach us how to get girls!” Haechan blurts out.     

“So, let me get this straight,” you say, looking between the two of them. “You’ll make sure we get an A on this project, and in return, I have to… help you get girls?”

“Teach us how to get girls,” Haechan stresses. “Don’t just help us get one girl.”

“What’s that quote? Give a man a fish and he’ll eat for a day, but teach him how to fish and he’ll eat for a lifetime.” you recall proudly, and Jaemin nods, pleasantly surprised.

“Exactly,” Haechan confirms. “I’m trying to eat for a lifetime.”

“Noted,” you giggle, and you shrug before nodding. “I don’t see why not.”

Haechan pumps his fist and whispers some sort of victory affirmation that you don’t catch but Jaemin stands up, walking over to your bed, and extends his hand in offering, making you blink at it in confusion.

“Shake on it?” he says slowly, and your mouth makes a little “o” of realization as you nod in understanding, now reaching out to shake his hand. His lips curl into an unnerving yet attractive smile as he grips your hand and pulls you a little closer to whisper, “I can’t wait for our first lesson.”

Something about his intent, unwavering gaze and the way his fingers drag against your palm as you retract your hand—the longing of it all, the lingering touch like he doesn’t want to let go—has your mind reeling in that dizzying feeling from earlier, and you wonder for a minute just what you’ve gotten yourself into. 

It’s been about a week of meeting up with Haechan and Jaemin every day to work on your project, and you’ve been giving tips and tricks on how to get girls every day, both boys studiously and dutifully hanging onto your every word.

“I have a question,” Haechan states about twenty minutes into your study session, and you look at him expectantly. “When do we get to the makeover portion?”

You make a small hum of confusion. “Makeover?”

“Yeah, where you style our hair and our wardrobe and get us contacts and stuff.” Haechan says eagerly, and you chuckle.

“Your wardrobes are completely fine, my only advice for your hair is to style it off your forehead more often, and I happen to like your glasses.” you reply, and Haechan sighs in mild impatience, waving his hand dismissively.

“You don’t get it—we need to be fuckable!” Haechan stresses, and you roll your eyes in exasperation.

“Haechan, you’re already fuckable.” you explain calmly, and he opens his mouth in preparation for some witty remark, but after processing your words, his eyes widen and his mouth hangs open uselessly, his accusingly pointed finger now pointing meekly at the floor at an angle. 

“I—So—so you would fuck us?” he stammers, and you nod slowly, looking from him to Jaemin.

“Why do you think I let you get away with your numerous dorm violations?” you snort in amusement, and he blinks hard.

“I thought you just took pity on us, y’know? Like you had a soft spot for nerds or something.”

“I don’t have a soft spot for nerds.” you answer. “I have a soft spot for hot nerds, though.”

His mouth opens and closes pathetically as his normally quick-witted brain scrambles to process the information you’ve just presented to him. Jaemin is quicker to act, sitting forward so suddenly the move could be considered as predatory, and you’re not sure if it’s the lighting reflecting off of his glasses or what, but there is most definitely a glint in his eye as he regards you, his lips gradually stretching into a toothy grin.

“So you let us get away with stuff? Because you like us? Like what?” he questions, and you tilt your head to the side as you think. 

“Your candles, for starters. Haechan’s tapestry, your many many noise complaints from your neighbors when you two get too heated as you’re gaming,” you start to list off on your fingers, and you cross one leg over the other, not missing the way both of their eyes shift to your newly exposed skin and how… hungry they look. “The way you—” you point at Haechan, “always try to get away with looking up my skirt.”

Haechan’s face flushes a pretty shade of red, and you smile, amused, as he scrambles to defend himself. Before he can, you hold up a hand to silence him. 

“Haechan?”

“Yes?” he replies meekly.

“If I minded, I would have said something by now. I certainly wouldn’t have kept wearing skirts and accidentally flashing you.” 

His eyes roll back into his head with a whimper and he nods in understanding. 

“And you—” you round on Jaemin, who’s still perched like a lion about to pounce, and the male just smiles wider, tilting his head to the side curiously.

“What about me?”

“You probably think you’re slick with the little lingering touches on my back and waist when you’re ‘trying to get by,’ but I only let you do that because I like it.”

His grin widens more than you even thought possible, the glint in his eye now unmistakable. “Oh, yeah? Where else do you like being touched?”

“I mean,” you hum, uncrossing your thighs and smiling as both of their gazes hone in on the space between your legs, “I could tell you, but I think you’d rather have me show you.”

“I have a better idea,” Jaemin murmurs, moving towards you slowly. “How about you let us find out?”

You pretend to think about it for a moment, relishing the way they look at each other with equally worried expressions as they silently pray you won’t back out, before you shrug nonchalantly. “Okay.”

No sooner than the last syllable’s left your mouth do they spring into action; Haechan clambers onto the bed beside you and Jaemin lunges forward to settle himself between your legs. Large, warm hands glide up your inner thighs, pushing them apart as he hikes your skirt up to reveal your light blue boyshorts. He moans loudly at the sight, immediately running his thumbs over your clothed mound, eyes flicking up to your face when your breath hitches softly. 

“Princess likes being touched here, huh?” he marvels quietly, leaning in with a slow lick of his lips. “How about kissed, hm? Do you like being kissed here, too?”

“Yeah,” you exhale with a smile, and he grins, wetting his lips once more before leaning in closer and pressing his wet lips to your core, bottom lip barely grazing your concealed clit. As he does, he takes a deep, loud inhale followed by a lust-filled groan that has heat rushing to your cheeks. 

“Jesus, Jaemin—”

“Not now.” His reply is distracted, but blunt and domineering all the same, and you find yourself falling silent in surprise. When he pulls back, there’s a wet spot on the fabric where his mouth used to be, and the cool air hits it, making you hiss quietly.

“As hot as these look on you, I want them off.” Jaemin mutters, hooking his fingers into your underwear and tugging it down and off your legs. “Wanna taste it.” he mumbles—you think it’s towards himself—before he’s burying his face between your legs with another loud moan that makes you curse under your breath, overwhelmed with desire.

His tongue lies flat against your folds, languidly and deliciously dragging upwards to circle around your clit. He grunts in delight and pulls you closer to the edge of the bed, hooking his arms around your thighs and pushing forward again, the bridge of his nose pressed against your mound. 

You gasp and clutch at the nearest thing in your grasp, which just so happens to be Haechan’s thigh. “Fuck,” you whisper loudly, and Jaemin chuckles.

“Stop neglecting Haechan,” he scolds playfully through a mouthful of your pussy. “This was his idea, you know.”

You manage to redirect your attention to Haechan, whose eyes dart around as he watches you and Jaemin with a wild look in his eyes, the male seemingly frozen on the spot. 

Your nose nudges at Haechan’s, the male tilting his head towards you and parting his lips in a soft sigh as your lips meet. It takes a moment for him to reciprocate, almost long enough for you to pull back, but he finally starts to kiss you back with a whimper caught in the back of his throat. 

“Haechan, touch me,” you urge, gripping his wrist and bringing his hand to your waist. He clutches your waist, but there’s a hesitance to it that leaves you wanting more.

“Yeah, Haechan, touch her.” Jaemin chuckles before massaging your clit with his tongue. Your eyes roll back into your head with a groan and he rewards your reaction by pressing the wet muscle against you more insistently. “Maybe he needs some incentive.”

“Incentive?” you hum curiously, and he nods, that wicked glint returning to his eyes.

“Take your shirt off.” he presses, and you oblige without hesitation, discarding the shirt behind you on the bed and looking at Haechan expectantly, finding yourself endeared by the way he nibbles his bottom lip nervously. “Haechan, doesn’t she look so good like that?”

“Amazing,” Haechan breathes reverently, and you smile at the praise, eyes closing in bliss. 

“Kiss her.” Jaemin suggests, and Haechan does just that, tentatively approaching you and gently connecting his lips with yours. As your mouths move together, you can’t help but notice the same reservation in Haechan’s movements, drawing a plaintive whimper from your lips. “Stop kissing her like you’re scared, Haechan,” Jaemin scolds. “She likes it. Don’t you, princess?”

“Yes,” you reply instantly, reaching up to cup Haechan’s cheek. He shudders at the contact, eyes fluttering shut before reopening with a darkened intensity that clues you in to the fact that Haechan seems to be done holding back.

Sure enough, Haechan clutches your chin and pulls you closer to him, tongue boldly slipping between your lips and exploring the wet warmth of your mouth. His thumb pries your lips apart with a forcefulness that delights you, and he hovers above your open mouth, eyes scanning yours before letting a string of saliva drip down from his lips onto your waiting tongue.

You whine when the spit connects with your tongue and he grunts, “Don’t swallow,” before kissing you again, tongue swirling confidently around yours even as a mix of your saliva drips down your chin and onto your chest. He’s quick to act, leaning down and dragging his tongue up the trail of spit before connecting your lips again in a more heated, desperate kiss that slowly takes your breath away. It’s wet, and hot, and messy and sloppy and everything you could have wanted from him and more as he leans in, pressing into you and leaning you back onto your mattress. 

Jaemin seems to be done assisting Haechan, as he returns to eating you out with a renewed fervor and, as Haechan kisses down your body to your breasts, it dawns on you that they might be competing for your attention. 

With every swirl of Haechan’s tongue around your nipple, Jaemin echoes the action around your clit, their synchronization sending you spiraling into a frenzy. When Jaemin flicks your clit back and forth with his tongue before taking it into his mouth to suck, Haechan does the same to your breast, lapping at your nipple eagerly before sucking on the sensitive bud.

“Fuck—” you hiss, realizing—perhaps a moment too late—that you may have bitten off more than you can chew as you let the two sexually frustrated males have their way with your body.

Before long, you feel that tightening sensation in your stomach as your climax approaches, and you whimper in lieu of a verbal warning, Jaemin picking up on your cue instantly and diving back into your core with an eagerness that both startles and delights you. With another well-timed suck at your clit, you’re climaxing with a cry of pleasure and a full body tremor as you curl in on yourself. 

Before you’ve even recovered from your high, Jaemin’s pressing on your stomach to keep you in place as he resumes lapping at your core, his tongue gliding with ease against and between your slick folds. 

“Fuck—Jaemin, it’s sensitive—” you moan, squirming away from his touch, but he ignores you, two fingers prodding at your entrance before slowly easing their way in. “Oh, shit—”

“That’s it, just take it, princess,” Jaemin coos, swirling sinful circles around your clit as his fingers move in and out of you slowly. “Feel so good around my fingers like that, angel.”

“Can I—” Haechan swallows thickly before continuing, “Can I fuck your tits?” Before you can answer, he adds, “Please?” fully laden with desperation and you can’t even fathom saying no to him—so you don’t, instead nodding and watching his face light up with excitement.

He rushes to pull off his pants as if you’ll change your mind at any moment, and when he pulls his boxers down, his fully erect length springs up, girthy and long with an upwards curve. You watch with fascination as he straddles just below your chest, laying his length between your breasts and pushing them together with a groan. 

With his eyes locked on your breasts and where his length disappears between them, he starts to move, slowly fucking himself on your breasts. His gasps and whimpers are both adorable and arousing, his fingers greedily clutching the mounds of flesh as his thumbs swipe over your nipples rhythmically. 

Apparently dissatisfied with the sensation, Haechan pauses, smearing his precum over your chest and pauses thoughtfully before leaning forward and letting several large droplets of saliva drip down from his tongue to your breasts, the clear liquid landing on either side of his cock and slowly sliding down the insides of your breasts to coat his length. “That’s more like it,” he grunts, and resumes fucking your cleavage, his eyes rolling back into his head at the sensations, his length gliding between your breasts with ease. 

Meanwhile, Jaemin curls his fingers inside of you, fucking them into you quickly and mercilessly as you cry out in pleasure. His tongue keeps swirling around and flicking at your clit, massaging your little bundle of nerves as his fingertips fuck into your other patch of nerves along your inner walls that has you seeing fireworks.

“God, that feels so good,” you whimper out, and Jaemin nods vigorously, tongue messily gliding along your folds with every movement of his head. 

“Mm, I know, princess—tastes so good, too.” he purrs, and you prop yourself up on your elbows to peek past Haechan at Jaemin, noting fondly that his glasses have almost completely fogged up. 

Haechan shoves his glasses up his nose hurriedly with one hand, mumbling something about wanting to see better, before he speeds up, small moans leaving him as he approaches his high.

Jaemin digs his tongue into your core, greedy muscle slurping up your arousal as it gushes from your hole, and you moan loudly, walls clenching desperately around the intrusion. His fingers slide up and down your slit, parting your folds, and he uses the combination of your slick and his spit to lube up his fingers for when he presses them to your asshole. He chuckles darkly when you squeal and squirm, fingers pushing into your tight rim without pause. 

“You can take it, right, princess?” he coos, and you nod, panting, even though you’re not sure he can see you. “That’s it, pretty, just like that. So fun to play with,” he murmurs, the last part almost sounding like it’s to himself as he moves his fingers inside of you, tongue gliding up and down to swirl around your clit and your entrance teasingly.

“So good,” Haechan moans, still using your breasts to stroke his length. “Wanna cum—fuck, you’re so hot—gonna cum, pretty—where d’you want it?”

You find that you can barely form thoughts, let alone words, so, in lieu of a verbal response, you open your mouth, tongue dropping out slowly, and he moans again, this one higher and audibly overwhelmed before he thrusts his cock faster between your breasts, the tip of his length occasionally rubbing against your tongue. With a low groan, Haechan cums, abdomen tensing as he pants his way through his climax. He releases onto your waiting tongue, one spurt of cum landing on your cheek and bottom lip. 

He admires the sight of you with his release painting your face and swipes up the stray seed with his finger, pushing it into your mouth and groaning when your lips wrap around it and suck it clean.

“You’re so perfect,” he murmurs reverently, shuffling down your body to kiss you sloppily, tongue swirling around the inside of your mouth to taste himself. 

Looking behind himself, Haechan takes one look at Jaemin’s fingers diving in and out of your core, slick arousal and Jaemin’s saliva dripping from your entrance, and groans, rushing to get off of the bed and shove Jaemin out of place none too gently to take his place between your legs and study your glistening core, eyes roving over how your entrance is still clenching reflexively around nothing and how your clit twitches with every clench, both overstimulated and in search of something more.

You’re barely done with coming down from your last high when Haechan moans loudly, at his limit, and buries his face between your legs, tongue delving into your folds as you squirm and whimper.

“Haechan, holy shit—” you gasp, squirming away from him, but he just winds his wiry arms around your thighs and tugs you back to the edge of the bed, roughly massaging your clit with his tongue. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, slow down—”

“Tastes so good,” Haechan moans, gaze flicking up to look at you. His hair is all messed up from the numerous times your legs closed around his head and his glasses are fogged up with the heat radiating from your body and his heavy panting, but you can clearly see a wild look in his eyes, his gaze hungrily drinking in the sight of you in front of him. “Don’t wanna stop—don’t make me stop—please—”

“Haechan, baby, please take it easy,” you pant, but Haechan pays you absolutely no mind, his thick tongue slithering into your entrance and drawing out a sharp whine from you as you struggle to sit up, trying the whole while to swat his head away so you can catch your breath.

Your hand barely clutches at a lock of Haechan’s hair before Jaemin’s pulling your hands behind your back and settling you against his chest, his incredibly strong and firm grip leaving you stuck in place as Haechan has his way with your pussy.

“Let him have his fun,” Jaemin purrs in your ear as Haechan laps at your entrance before stuffing his tongue back in as far as it’ll go. “Can’t tell you how long he’s been waiting for this moment.”

“But—” you whimper, walls clenching helplessly around Haechan’s greedy tongue. 

“Doesn’t that feel so good, princess?” Jaemin coos fondly, lips brushing the shell of your ear. You turn your head slightly to look at him with pleading eyes in the hopes he’ll have mercy, but he just chuckles, moving both your wrists to one of his hands before cupping your chin with the other and tilting your face back to his to connect your lips in a slow, passionate, deeply overwhelming kiss. 

You can taste your arousal on his tongue as well as a hint of the gum he was chewing earlier, and you keen weakly into the kiss, sloppily moving your mouth with his as Haechan slurps your arousal eagerly before he sucks your clit into his mouth, presses it between his lips, and moans loudly, the vibrations mixed with all of the lewd noises making you hurtle towards yet another high.

“Oh, shit—” you cry out against Jaemin’s lips as Haechan tongue-fucks you to another orgasm, his blunt nails digging into the flesh of your thighs as he claws at you in a desperate attempt to keep you against his mouth. Jaemin’s hand leaves your chin and moves to grope your breast, his large hand kneading and massaging the flesh and tugging at your nipple as he dots slow, wet kisses down your neck and shoulder. 

“Could stay down here forever,” Haechan grunts, and your eyes widen even in their exhausted, drained state as you start to struggle against Jaemin’s grip and fight to close your legs.

“Please leave my poor clit alone,” you plead, finally wrenching one of your hands free from Jaemin’s clutches and clapping it over your core protectively. Haechan barely even pauses, just starts licking at your fingers with desperate little moans and grunts. “Can one of you please just fuck me?”

They both go stiff, looking at each other wordlessly, before Jaemin releases you completely and switches spots with Haechan, maneuvering his length out of his sweats and boxers, and oh—

“You’re big, too,” you mumble in surprise, and he arches an eyebrow with a smirk.

“Did you think it was going to be small?” 

“Well, no, but I definitely didn’t think it’d be that big.” you mutter, and he snickers, lifting your hips to push you further back on the bed. He spreads your legs wider and looks at your core, eyes roving over your glistening folds and inner thighs with such unadulterated desire that you’re tempted to close your legs out of embarrassment.

“Haechan got you nice and wet for me, yeah?” he murmurs, pumping his fist up and down his cock slowly before slapping the underside of his length on your poor, hypersensitive clit and grinning when you jolt from the stimulation. “Think you can take all of me, princess?”

“Only one way to find out,” you reply breathlessly, and he laughs, nodding in agreement.

“You’re right about that,” he grunts as he pushes into you. Both of you react instantly; his jaw clenches while yours drops, and he sucks in a deep breath through his nose as a breathy half-whimper, half-sigh escapes you. 

Haechan watches you two with rapt attention, eyes flicking from your face to your breasts to where Jaemin’s length is slowly disappearing into you.

“Sweet pussy’s sucking me right in, princess,” Jaemin drawls with a smug grin. “Wanted this that badly, huh?”

“Shut—up—” you gasp as he bottoms out, the absolutely full-to-the-brim sensation dizzying and overwhelming and delicious all at once.

“Yes, ma’am,” Jaemin obliges, brows knitting together as he pulls out slowly and thrusts back in with a quick snap of his hips. You cry out in pleasure and the corner of his mouth quirks upward in smug satisfaction and amusement before he does it again… and again… and again until he’s built up a steady rhythm, every thrust punctuated by a plaintive moan from you.

His hands glide over everywhere he can reach before seeking purchase in your hips, fingertips digging into the flesh there as he drives his length into you.

“You love this, don’t you?” Jaemin coos as Haechan presses your breasts together and wraps his lips around one nipple, sucking as he tugs at the other bud. “You gonna tell your friends how good we fucked you?”

“Mm—yes,” you pant, and Jaemin grins. 

“Gonna tell ‘em that two little nerds from your Biology class fucked you stupid, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you whimper, nodding vigorously. “Mm-hmm—”

“Thought so,” he replies with a dark chuckle before draping one of your legs over his shoulder, angling his hips toward it, and fucking intently into a spot that, you realize after the burst of pleasure from his first thrust, must be your g-spot. 

“Ho–ly shit,” you gasp, clutching at Haechan for something you can use to brace yourself. Jaemin’s thrusts send him into you nice and deep and you’re slowly but surely losing your mind with every stroke, your mouth falling open in a silent gasp as he fucks into you. Your fingers catch Haechan’s thigh once more, clutching onto the warm flesh in an attempt to ground yourself.

Haechan groans and responds by swirling his tongue around your nipple slowly before flicking it back and forth quickly, using a finger to replicate his actions on your other breast.

“Please—fuck—I’m gonna cum—” you warn Jaemin, and he nods eagerly, letting a hand drag across your body from your hip to your clit, thumb sliding between your messy, wet folds to reveal the sensitive button between them. You inhale sharply when he starts to rub it in circles with the same thumb, fingertips resting lightly on your stomach as if he’s not driving you absolutely insane. “Oh, my God—cumming—I’m cumming—!”

“Me too, princess,” he groans, his hips speeding up as he chases after his own high. You climax first, letting out a drawn out whine, with Jaemin following shortly after, the male burying his length in you and pumping you full of his cum as he groans in pleasure under his breath.

“My turn,” Haechan grunts as Jaemin pulls out of you, both males watching as milky white cum drips from your entrance. “That’s so fucking hot,” Haechan mumbles in awe before reaching for your hands to gently guide you to a sitting position. “Can you ride me, pretty?”

“If my legs don’t give out,” you mumble, and he chuckles, sitting against where your bed meets the wall and patting his lap invitingly. You carefully straddle his lap, fingers wrapping around the thick head of his length as you guide his tip to your entrance and start to ease down onto him. Haechan gapes up at you, prompting you to coo affectionately. “Do you mind if I do it myself?” you ask sweetly as you sink down on it further, your nipple grazing his lips as you move against him, and he shakes his head emphatically, his glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose slightly. “Good,” you praise softly. “You’re not going to cum early, are you?” you ask with a small frown, and Haechan shakes his head again, the glasses sliding further and further down his nose. You gently push the glasses up, and he smiles appreciatively, tongue darting out to lick at your nipple while it’s near his mouth.

“Feels amazing,” he moans, and you smile fondly. You didn’t get a chance to see his length in all its glory, but you can definitely feel every thick inch of his cock as it stretches you open. He’s not quite as long as Jaemin, but he makes up for it in girth, his length barely fitting in your fist as you finish settling down on him.

When you’ve finally managed to fit all of his girthy length inside of you, you lift up slightly, rocking your hips forward for more friction, and Haechan moans out loudly, leaning forward to suck your nipple into his mouth. He cups your breasts, holding them up and together, and alternates running his tongue over both buds, occasionally sucking on a nipple with a low moan of satisfaction.

“More,” Haechan gasps out.

“More?” you ask, confused and lightheaded from all the pleasure you’re receiving.

“Yeah—need you to move faster,” he grunts through gritted teeth, and you suck your teeth.

“You wanted me on top when I told you my legs might give out—” you start to protest, and he pulls your face to his, kissing you to shut you up.

“Need it like this,” Haechan growls under his breath, swiftly maneuvering you two around so you’re lying on your back and he’s on his knees on the bed between your legs. “Hold these for me?” he asks, pressing your knees as close to your chest as they’ll go. As you tentatively hug your legs to your chest, Haechan spreads your folds apart with two fingers, sucking in a loud breath at the sight before he spits directly on your core, a gasp escaping you at the sensation of the warm saliva dripping down your folds.

He rests the underside of his cock on your clit, slowly rocking his hips forward to drag his thick length against your clit, and chuckles when you keen with pleasure.

“You’re so nasty,” Haechan sighs the words like you’re his dream come true, and based on the way his face contorts when he pushes into you, you just might be. He wastes no time, drilling into you at a quick, ruthless pace that has you moaning mindlessly with literally no idea what’s coming out of your mouth. “So fucking nasty for letting me do this to you,” he grunts, brows furrowed as one hand cups your chin. “Open.” 

You oblige, tongue lolling out without being asked, and he grins, leaning over you and letting more saliva drip from his mouth to your waiting tongue. Haechan dips down lower, maintaining his thrusts as he messily moves his lips against yours, his tongue and spit getting everywhere, and he whines desperately into the kiss, his hand moving from your chin to between your legs where he starts to toy with your poor clit.

A choked wail of overstimulation slips from you before you can even process it, and Haechan silences you by kissing you again, mumbling, “I can’t believe you’re letting me do this to you—perfect little fuckdoll—gonna fuck you so full of cum, gonna breed you—”

“Holy shit—breed me, yes, breed me—” you pant, nodding eagerly, and you might be imagining it, but Haechan’s thrusts seem to get impossibly deeper like he genuinely might take you up on that offer.

“Gonna breed you, pretty girl—stuff you full of my cum—give you a fucking baby—make you all mine—”

“Want it—Haechan, please—yours, I’m yours—” you can barely keep up with his heated dialogue, your eyes rolling back into your head in ecstasy as you fall apart on his length.

Haechan’s lips seal over yours, tasting your desperate cries as he fucks you foolish, making a weak, overwhelmed moan come from you and your body produce a deep, full-body shudder that travels as pleasure races through you, electrifying your bloodstream. 

Haechan isn't far behind, his tongue playing with yours almost lazily as his thrusts slow to a stop before he buries himself in you, emptying his seed into you and filling you with an impossibly large load of cum. He groans against your lips, slowly pulling out to the tip and staring down at how his length is coated with a blend of all of your cum with a deep-seated satisfaction.

“Holy shit,” he pants, flopping onto his back. “That was incredible.”

“You’re telling me,” you laugh. “Where did you two learn all that?”

“We watch a lot of porn.” Jaemin says, sheepish for the first time.

“And it taught you all of that?” you remark, incredulous.

“It taught us more, too,” Haechan adds, leaning over you with a grin. “Wanna see?”

“So, you’re telling me those two nerds from your class dicked you down… and they did it well?” Jimin remarks over your lunch in the cafeteria, eyes wide, and you scowl at her.

“Their names are Haechan and Jaemin.” you correct her, and she chuckles sheepishly. “But yes, they may have been the best sex I’ve ever had.”

“Well, who would’ve thought…” Jimin comments, her expression thoughtful, and you snap loudly to get her attention. “What?”

“Those two are mine now. You can’t have them.” you state, and she frowns.

“Both of them? Aren’t you greedy?”

You shrug. “Don’t care. Mine.”

“What if they find out you’re actively laying a claim to them? Hm? Aren’t you supposed to be helping them get girls?” Jimin points out, and you frown slightly before pulling your phone out and scrolling through your messages before pressing the “Dial” button. “Who are you calling?”

“Shh.” you say distractedly, placing the call on speakerphone and waiting patiently as it rings once, twice, then stops, the other person on the line picking up. “Hello?”

“Hey,” Haechan greets, sounding slightly concerned. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, everything’s fine,” you assure him. “Is Jaemin with you?”

“Yeah, he’s right here—did you wanna talk to him?” he asks.

“Both of you, actually. Can he hear me?”

“Hi, princess,” Jaemin calls through the phone, and Jimin’s brows lift in surprise.

“Princess?” she mouths at you, and you smile, nodding.

“Hi, Jaemin. I just wanted to ask you guys a question.”

“Shoot,” Haechan says with audible wariness in his voice.

“You’re both… mine, right?” you say carefully, and Haechan sucks in a sharp breath before you hear a thudding noise. “Haechan?”

“I’m here!” he squawks, sounding slightly far away. There’s a rustling noise, and then his voice comes in clearer. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you chuckle. “What happened?”

“He dropped the phone because he’s an idiot.” Jaemin calls out, and you laugh as Haechan shushes him forcefully. 

“An answer to my question would be nice, you know.” you tease lightly.

“I’m yours if you want me to be,” Jaemin replies smoothly, and you smile even though they can’t see you.

“Honestly, I’m yours even if you don’t.” Haechan adds, and your smile only widens as you shoot Jimin an “I told you so” glance.

“That’s good to hear.” you reply, your smile creeping into your voice, and Haechan clears his throat pointedly. “What’s wrong?”

“Well, are you ours?” Haechan asks hopefully, and you look over at Jimin as you reply.

“Absolutely.” 

“Oh, thank God.” he mumbles, and you giggle.

“So, I’m guessing you two are done with your lessons on how to get girls?” you suppose, nibbling your bottom lip nervously.

“Yeah,” Haechan confirms, and you’re surprised by just how relieved you are. “We got the only girl that matters.”

“You’re too cute.” you chuckle. “Wanna come over later?”

“Yes—” Haechan blurts out before composing himself to say, “yes, absolutely.”

“Good. Six sound good?”

“Sounds perfect,” he sighs happily. “See you then, pretty.”

“Bye, baby,” you coo into the phone, and his excited squeal is quiet but unmistakable. “Bye, other baby.”

“Bye, princess. See you at six.” Jaemin calls out, and you smile widely before hanging up and smiling proudly at Jimin.

“My boys didn’t disappoint me.” you remark, pleased, and Jimin huffs petulantly.

“Man. I’m happy for you, but I wish I had two cute nerds at my beck and call.”

“Stop calling them nerds,” you correct, and she rolls her eyes.

“Wish I had two cute guys at my beck and call.” she amends her statement, and you smile, satisfied.

“Yeah, I’m pretty lucky, huh?” you muse, and Jimin sighs, a smile curling at her lips.

“Yeah… would you ever wanna share?” she asks with a wiggle of her brows. “Ow! There was no need to flick me.”

“There was every need. Avert your eyes from my men, you lustful wench.”

“Lustful wench? You’re horrible. And greedy! And selfish. Just horrible and greedy and selfish.” she complains, and you shrug, uncaring as you compose a text to your new… boyfriends?

you have created a group message. you have named the group message “power throuple.” you [17:05pm] hi boyfies :)  haechan [17:07pm] boyfies…. i’m weak in the knees jaemin [17:08pm] haechan stand up jaemin [17:08pm] hi baby girl you loved “hi baby girl” haechan [17:10pm] why would i stand up if i could lie down and have our pretty girlfriend sit on my face? 😁 you [17:11pm] you’re bolder over text, huh? haechan [17:12pm] can you blame me? have you seen yourself? you [17:12pm] i have…  haechan [17:13pm] so you know how good you look. don’t judge me when i can’t get my words out in person you [17:15pm] i happen to find it cute when you can’t get your words out jaemin [17:16pm] i find it cute when YOU can’t get your words out you [17:16pm] and when would that be? jaemin [17:17pm] don’t tell me you’ve forgotten so soon… you [17:17pm] i have :( maybe i need a reminder? jaemin liked your message “i have :( maybe i need a reminder?” jaemin [17:18pm] maybe we should come over earlier to jog your memory you [17:20pm] maybe you should. how about 5:45? jaemin liked your message “maybe you should. how about 5:45?” haechan liked your message “maybe you should. how about 5:45?” you [17:22pm] great!! it’s a date :)

“What am I, chopped liver?” Jimin complains as you giggle down at your phone.

“Sorry… and I’m even more sorry for having to cut this short.” you apologize sheepishly as you start to gather your things. 

“You’re kidding…” Jimin remarks, incredulous. “Flat-leaver!”

“I’ll text you after everything,” you assure her, stuffing your notebook in your bag and your phone in your bag’s front pocket. “Gotta go get ready!”

“You’re the worst.” she huffs, but there’s a smile on her face as she rolls her eyes. “Go get ‘em, tiger.”

“Rawr.” You make a claw with your fingers, and she stops short, blinking at you with a blank expression. “Too much?”

“Never do that again.”

You nod in understanding. “Copy.”

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[p4p1l0nn-deactivated20241006]

that nerd is mine.

aus. enemies to lovers, angst, fluff, etc. wc: 21.5k

pairing: nerd!haechan x cheerleader!reader

content warning: 18+ locker!room sex, smut/pwp, oral, degradation, switch!haechan!reader, several smut scenes, etc, mdni.

notes. didn’t plan for this to be so long, but it kinda got away from me. it’s slow at first, but i promise it picks up. this one’s for my fullsun enthusiasts <3

“you're gonna have to do something about that,” karina said casually, her arms stretched above her head as she rolled her shoulders. the soft crack of her joints sounded in the otherwise busy gym.

you don't have to ask what she means. your latest algebra grade had just been posted, and it wasn't looking good. you stare at your phone, the red numbers glaring back at you.

“i know,” you sigh, tucking your phone away and running a hand through your hair, trying to shake off the knot of dread building in your stomach.

your friend glanced at you as she bent to touch her toes, barely breaking a sweat from the warm-up routine. “i'm serious. if you don't get your gpa up, coach will bench you—or worse.”

“i'll figure it out,” you mumbled. you weren't just worried about passing algebra anymore. it was bigger than that now—your spot on the cheer team, your future, all of it felt like it was hanging by a thread.

karina straightened, eyes narrowing in your direction. “you better. last thing we need is you off the team.”

“yeah, yeah, save the motivational speech for someone else.”

the cheerleader huffs, clearly unimpressed. “uh-huh. i'm sure your algebra teacher's gonna be real charmed when you—”

“we're starting in five! hydrate yourselves well!” the cheer captain's voice cuts through the chatter of the gym.

the gym is a mess of movement. cheerleaders are scattered across the floor—some stretching, others practicing lifts, while a few attempt shaky flips that end in laughter and encouraging cheers.

on the far side, the basketball team runs drills, their sneakers squeaking loudly against the polished wood with each quick pivot and pass. the steady thud of basketballs hitting the floor mixes with the chatter of teammates calling out plays.

you reach down into your bag, searching for your water bottle, only to come up empty. a groan escapes your lips as you stand up abruptly from the bench, catching karina's attention.

“where are you going? we're starting in five,” she asks, watching you with raised brows.

“forgot my water. gonna grab some from the fountain real quick,” you say over your shoulder, already making your way toward the door.

you weave through the crowded gym, dodging cheerleaders and basketball players alike, your mind already half focused on the looming algebra test. in your rush, you don't notice the person bent over at the water fountain until you slam right into him, knocking him off balance.

“shit, i'm sorry!” you blurt out, stepping back quickly, eyes widening when you notice the familiar jersey number. it's na jaemin.

he doesn't acknowledge you at first, still bent over the water fountain, casually drinking like nothing happened. you stand there awkwardly, heart racing, until he finally straightens up.

he turns to you, sweaty from practice. his arm muscles glisten, his jersey clinging to his toned chest in a way that makes it hard to look away. you force yourself to meet his eyes, but he's already looking at you, that warm smile lighting up his face, his eyes sparkling like they always do. the smile that gets you every time.

“it's okay, don't worry about it,” he says, his voice easy. he nods toward your empty bottle. “refilling?”

“yeah!” you answer, a little too quickly, your voice coming out louder than you intended. you cringe inwardly, wishing you could dial it back. what a fool.

jaemin chuckles softly, reaching for the water bottle in your hand. his fingers brush yours, and a flurry of butterflies explodes in your stomach.

and just like that, you've lost your cool. again. right in front of na jaemin—the college's star basketball player, and the guy every girl (and most of the teachers) seem to fawn over. it doesn't help that you've had a crush on him for as long as you can remember, making moments like this even more unbearable.

you want to keep the conversation going, to say something clever or at least not completely embarrassing, but nothing seems to come out right. the words are stuck, swirling in your mind but refusing to form. so, instead, you blurt the first thing that crosses your mind.

“you . . . you didn't bring your water this time?”

as soon as the question leaves your mouth, you regret it. out of all the things you could've said, that was what you came up with?

jaemin finishes filling your bottle, tightening the cap with a twist, though he doesn't hand it back right away. he's still holding it, that easy smile never leaving his face.

“a team player who was in charge of bringing our stack of water forgot to grab it.” he shakes his head lightly, clearly amused by the situation, not at all bothered by the blunder. “we're all running on empty until someone does a water run.”

“i see . . . nervous for the game, aren't you?” you ask, mentally kicking yourself again. really?

jaemin's lips twitch into a smirk, “nah, we always win,” he lets out a soft chuckle, leaning in just slightly. “maybe it's also because of your cheering in every game.” he adds.

“so, you do know?”

you're grateful that this awkward conversation has turned into something more enjoyable. jaemin's conversation skills have a way of making everything feel effortless.

a flicker of hope stirs in your chest—maybe he likes you back? it's a thought that feels daring to entertain, but for now, you push it aside. just being able to talk to him like this is enough; it's the longest conversation you've had with him, and it leaves you feeling giddy.

he opens his mouth to speak, but before he can get a word out, a high pitched voice interrupts from behind you.

“coach is calling for you, nana!”

a sigh escapes your lips, and you roll your eyes, already knowing who it is without even turning around. of course, it's him—your overly enthusiastic rival, always bursting into conversations at the worst possible moments. just when you thought you might finally get to have a real moment with your crush.

lee donghyuck (aka haechan), the top student on campus, the kind of person everyone admires for his perfect reputation and spotless grades. while you and haechan share the same level of popularity, the similarities end there. to you, it feels like a joke. he's got everyone wrapped around his finger, effortlessly charming every teacher and student alike, while you're just trying to juggle cheer practice and your sinking gpa.

you, on the other hand, are the cheerleader with loud pom-poms and even louder laughter. you thrive on the adrenaline of routines and the camaraderie of your team, but academically? you're more of a mess. you're passionate and energetic, but that often leads to your grades slipping as you prioritize practice over homework. while everyone else finds haechan endearing, you find him utterly annoying.

“pom poms!” he yells, his voice playful and teasing as he approaches, flashing that infuriatingly perfect smile. it's the nickname he loves to throw at you, a jab at your cheerleading persona, and it's enough to rile you up.

“sorry, not sorry,” he says with a little too much satisfaction in his voice, “i'm gonna have to steal mr. star here because he's got a more important thing to take care of.” his eyes trail over you deliberately, and you catch the way he looks you up and down, lingering for just a second too long.

your arms cross over your chest instinctively, and you shift your weight to one leg, tilting your hip in a way that screams sass. “eyes up here, perv,” you snap, raising a brow at him. “shouldn't you be revising for your school work or something? what are you even doing here?”

it's a fair question—haechan isn't on the basketball team, and he's definitely not the type to be caught dead near a gym. he's more the 'top student with his nose buried in textbooks' type. you don't even know how you know that, but somehow it feels like common knowledge.

“why, pom poms, you keeping tabs on me?”

you scoff, rolling your eyes. “i'll be going now.” you say, your tone clipped, already done with haechan's nonsense.

but just as haechan reaches out to snatch the water bottle from jaemin's hand, you're quicker. you grab it back before he even gets the chance to touch it, yanking it close to your chest with a sharp glare.

“it's mine, dumbass,” you mutter. you barely spare him a glance, turning back to jaemin with a softer smile. “see you around, jaemin.”

haechan lets out an exaggerated gag, clearly disgusted by the shift in your tone. “gross. why do you sound like a lovesick puppy with him but turn into a drill sergeant with me? it's disgusting!”

you ignore him.

“what about mark?” karina whispers next to you, barely looking up from her notebook.

“no. the guy laughs at everything. i'd be trying to solve for x, and he'd be cracking up over how the letter looks like two crossed legs. i'd fail even harder.”

karina smirks, scribbling something in her notebook. “okay, so you don't wanna pay for a tutor, and i've gone through almost every possible name on campus. you keep rejecting them all. except one . . .”

she pauses dramatically before adding, “last chance . . . haechan.”

your hand freezes mid-note. karina's got to be joking. “tsk, einstein?”

she nods, a mischievous glint in her eye. “yep. he's great with numbers, algebra's basically his second language. plus, he's used to tutoring.”

you groan, resting your forehead on the desk. “yeah, but it's haechan. i'm not friends with him, and you know that.”

“or,” karina drawls, tapping her pen against her chin, “he'd help you pass. your choice.”

you avert your eyes to the front row, where haechan sits, laughing along with his friends. look at him, you think, watching as he gathers his things, perfectly at ease with himself as the class prepares to switch. you're still glued to your seat, your thoughts swirling around what your friend just said.

“wish me luck for my presentation. i'll see you during lunch, bubble pops.” karina blows you a kiss and strolls out of the class, leaving you to sit there, contemplating. as much as you hate to admit it, she's right. if anyone could help you pass algebra, it's haechan. his reputation speaks for itself, even if he is the most annoying person you know. and as much as it pains you, you really, really need to pass.

before you know it, your feet are moving on their own, chasing after him.

“haechan!” you call out, catching up just as he's about to leave the classroom. he stops, clearly surprised to see you running after him.

“you got a minute?” you're practically blocking his way out, standing your ground as he gives you an unimpressed look. without a word, he moves to shove past you, but you sidestep to stay in his path.

“i need a tutor,” you blurt out, the words tasting foreign and awkward in your mouth. “and you're my best pick.”

“no thanks.”

did he just reject you?

your mouth falls open in disbelief as he walks right past you, out of the classroom, without a second glance. panic sets in, and you rush to catch up, your legs working double time to match his annoyingly fast pace.

“state your numbers. i'll pay,” you offer, the words flying out before you can think better of it. if karina heard this, she'd probably be on the floor, wheezing from laughter.

“i'm busy.” his tone is dismissive, and he doesn't even slow down. you stop dead in the middle of the hallway, staring after him, utterly speechless.

is he really blowing you off like that?

but you're not about to give up that easily. gritting your teeth, you jog again to catch up, slightly out of breath now.

“listen, einstein,” you pant, pointing a finger at him as you try to keep up with his ridiculous long-legged stride. “a little birdie told me you used to tutor people. and let's just say, i need some serious help before i fail this stupid class. so, are you really gonna leave me hanging?”

he finally stops, turning his head slightly to look at you, one eyebrow raised. there's an amused smirk playing at his lips, but no sympathy. “and why exactly should i care?”

you huff, barely able to catch your breath. “because if i don't pass algebra, i'll have to repeat the semester. and then, i'll still be here, haunting you for another year.”

haechan eyes you for a moment, clearly enjoying your desperation far too much. “so, your whole plan is to annoy me into tutoring you?”

“pretty much,” you deadpan. “now, are you in or not?”

“fix my computer.”

you give him a confused look, furrowing your brow. “huh? what does that have to do with me needing a tutor?”

“everything,” he replies, smirking. “you help me with my homework, and i'll help you with yours. i can't have my computer malfunctioning while i'm trying to ace my classes, right?”

“wait, so you're saying i have to do tech support in exchange for algebra tutoring?” you can't help but roll your eyes, trying to suppress a smile despite your annoyance.

“unless you'd rather face the possibility of failing your class, then yeah.”

“okay okay. but if i end up breaking your computer instead of fixing it, don't come crying to me,” you retort, crossing your arms defiantly.

“deal,”he replies, that infuriating grin still plastered on his face.

“well? aren't we gonna exchange phone numbers so we can keep each other updated?” you cross your arms, annoyance creeping in as you stand in front of him, desperate for this to end.

haechan chuckles softly, shaking his head as he pulls his phone from his pocket. “my place tomorrow. room 304.”

you quickly punch in your number, eager to wrap this up. just as you're about to leave, he adds, “see you tomorrow, pom poms.”

“i have a name, einstein.”

“so do i. now scram.” he waves you off dismissively.

“rude ass.” you roll your eyes and turn away, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a second glance.

the sound of your sneakers squeaking against the gym floor fades as practice wraps up for the day. it had been a long practice, but it was nothing you weren't used to. what you weren't used to, however, was the fact that tonight, you'd actually be going to his dorm for tutoring.

the very idea makes you groan inwardly.

you've already had to reschedule twice because, apparently, his “winning streak” on some game was more important than your need to pass algebra. the guy might be top of the class, but he's also annoyingly good at avoiding commitments that don't involve him showing off his skills—whether academic or in gaming.

“see you tomorrow, coach!” you call out, waving as you head out of the gym, your duffel bag slung over your shoulder. karina, having already left, had wished you luck earlier, teasing you the whole time about spending your night with haechan.

tonight. you sigh, mentally preparing yourself. you're going to his place for tutoring, and you'll have to put up with his smug face, his constant teasing, and probably his video games blaring in the background.

when you get back to your dorm, you shower, eat, and stare at your phone for a full five minutes. the time you'd agreed upon was closing in fast, and even though you didn't want to, you text him anyway.

you: still on for tonight?

the response comes almost immediately.

einstein: still winning. gonna be a little late.

you roll your eyes so hard they could fall out of your head. of course, he was. it takes another two rounds of coaxing, using what little patience you have left, before he finally agrees to wrap up his game and “be ready” in fifteen minutes.

fifteen minutes, your ass. but you grab your stuff and head over anyway.

as you approach the door to haechan's dorm, you hear faint shuffling sounds from inside. not just one set of footsteps—two, maybe three. voices murmur, laughter filters through the door, and you pause with your hand mid-air, hesitating.

he couldn’t have brought his friends over, right?

you frown, knocking firmly. there’s a beat of silence, then the door swings open, revealing haechan leaning lazily against the doorframe. his hair is tousled, like he’s been lounging around all day, and he’s wearing a hoodie and shorts. of course, he's still clutching a game controller in one hand, looking as if he’d just finished a match.

“you’re late,” he grins before you can even get a word out, the cocky look on his face making you grit your teeth.

“you’re the one who kept postponing,” you shoot back, arms crossing automatically as you stare him down.

he shrugs, unbothered. “well, do come in.” he steps aside, allowing you to pass, but the way his eyes flicker with mischief makes you uneasy.

the moment you step inside, you hear it—the distant sound of voices from the back of the dorm. not the muffled hum of a tv, but actual people, talking and laughing. you pause mid-step, glancing around.

haechan’s dorm is surprisingly clean, given the fact that he’s a notorious gamer. but the voices make it obvious that you’re not alone.

he shuts the door behind you with a soft click, watching as you scan the room. “oh, yeah,” he says casually, noticing the way your eyes narrow. “got some company.”

“you invited your friends?” you ask, irritation creeping into your voice. this was supposed to be a tutoring session, not a social gathering.

“well, johnny lives here.” he says, voice dripping with sarcasm, “and, uh, a couple others came to hang out. no big deal.” he waves it off like it’s nothing, moving back to his gaming chair, settling in like this is just another day for him.

from down the hall, you hear someone calling out, followed by the unmistakable sound of johnny’s laugh echoing through the small dorm. great, you think to yourself, so it’s not just a tutoring session—it’s a tutoring session with an audience.

you sigh, glancing back at haechan, who’s already grabbing his phone, probably to check if he missed any messages from his friends about another round of gaming.

you roll your eyes, dropping your bag onto the floor near his bed. “you’re lucky i need to pass this class, or i’d be out of here.”

“oh, the pleasure’s all mine,” he quips, still grinning like he’s won some kind of victory. he tosses his phone onto the desk and stands, stretching lazily. “alright, let's get started before the gang decides to invade.”

but before you can open your textbook, the distant voices grow louder. footsteps thump closer, and johnny’s tall frame appears in the doorway, grinning when he sees you sitting on haechan’s bed.

“yo, what’s up? didn’t know you were coming over tonight.” johnny says, his deep voice carrying a teasing edge, though there's a warmth behind his words. it's the kind of tone only someone like johnny could pull off—your senior, technically, and definitely the more responsible of the two roommates.

you resist the urge to groan, flashing him a polite smile as your eyes flick to haechan. he's still lounging lazily on his chair, unbothered. of course. haechan meets your gaze and just shrugs, as if to say what can i do?

“just trying to get this one to study,” you say, nodding toward haechan with more than a little sarcasm dripping from your words.

johnny chuckles, shaking his head. “good luck with that. kid's got the attention of a squirrel on caffeine.” he folds his arms, leaning against the doorframe, towering over you both with the signature father-like aura he seems to carry with him effortlessly. “say, we're setting up a game in the rec room. you should join us. it'll be fun—better than babysitting him.”

there's a laugh in his voice, but you catch the sincerity too. johnny's cool like that—casual, chill, but respectful in a way that makes you reluctant to turn him down. still, you know if you say yes, it'll be game over for any chance at getting this tutoring session started.

“thanks for the invite, johnny,” you say, smiling, “but i really need to get this done.” you glance over at the said kid, who is now suspiciously quiet, his expression is unreadable as he messes with the controller in his hand.

“suit yourself. you know where to find us if you change your mind.” he pushes off the doorframe, giving haechan a knowing look before heading down the hall, his laughter echoing behind him.

the door clicks shut, and you turn back to haechan, who still hasn’t said a word. you narrow your eyes, already sensing the gears turning in his head. he’s always scheming, always got some half baked plan to get out of doing anything remotely responsible. sure enough, he leans back in his chair, stretching with exaggerated effort, like he’s been hard at work all day instead of procrastinating the tutoring session for the third time this week.

without warning, haechan starts rummaging through the mess on his desk—papers, textbooks, and crumpled wrappers littered across the surface. you watch as he digs through the chaos, mumbling to himself, before finally pulling out a battered notebook. he flips through it quickly, tears out a couple of papers, and then—with absolutely no warning—tosses them toward the bed where you’re sitting. the pages land in front of you in a messy heap, some of them sliding off the edge of the comforter.

“here,” he says, like he’s just handed you the holy grail. “you can read my notes. you’ll get it when you see it.”

you blink, staring at the papers now scattered on the bed. his handwriting is barely legible, and the equations are written in a way that only he would understand. he’s expecting you to catch up by just reading this? you raise an eyebrow, unimpressed.

“that’s it? you’re serious?”

haechan, now fully reclined in his chair, looks entirely too pleased with himself. “yep. my notes are solid. trust me, my technique’s way easier than the textbook. just follow the steps—it’ll all click.” he smirks, kicking his feet up on the desk like he’s done his good deed for the day.

you pick up one of the papers, squinting at the chaotic scrawl of numbers and symbols. “right. and i’m supposed to figure out all of this without any help?”

he shrugs nonchalantly. “look, if you need anything,”—he pauses for dramatic effect—“please, hesitate to ask.” his grin widens as he flashes you a fake, overly sweet smile, and points to the door. “i’ll be with the boys. good luck, pom poms.”

before you can even argue, he’s already halfway to the door.

“haechan,” you call, frustration lacing your voice as you drop the papers back onto the bed. “this isn’t tutoring. i didn’t come here to just– look at your handwrit– i can’t understand a single thing?!”

he stops at the door, one hand on the frame, turning just enough to give you a quick, disinterested glance over his shoulder. “you’ll figure it out. you’re smart enough, right?”

you open your mouth to retort, but he cuts you off with a lazy wave of his hand. “don’t stress. if it gets too hard, just scream. i might hear you over the game.”

and with that, he walks out, leaving you alone with nothing but the mess of barely decipherable notes and the distant sound of laughter coming from the other room.

you stare at the papers, annoyance bubbling up inside you. he’s unbelievable. you didn’t come here to sift through his half hearted attempts at teaching. but still, part of you knows he’s not coming back anytime soon, and if you want any chance at passing this semester, it’s probably going to be up to you.

one thing’s for sure, you think, shaking your head as you pick up the notebook again. this is going to be the longest semester of my life.

the school gym was alive with excitement. students packed the bleachers, decked out in school colors, waving banners and signs. today was the big tournament against the neighbouring school, a rivalry that stretched back years.

the first half of the game had gone effortlessly in your school’s favor. every basket was met with cheers, and your team moved across the court with smooth, calculated ease. it was like they’d been born for this moment, and the energy in the gym mirrored that confidence.

your squad was on fire, too. each cheer landed perfectly, each chant igniting the crowd, and as a flyer, you knew the stakes were high every time you were launched into the air. but you nailed every move, trusting your team as they caught you mid flight. the adrenaline surged through your veins, pushing you to perform with a precision and power that matched the basketball team’s energy. the crowd roared with each flip, lift, and toss, and for a while, it felt like you couldn’t lose. everything was falling into place.

until it wasn’t.

the neighboring school rallied in the final moments of the game. what started as a comfortable lead for your team slowly evaporated as their players found their rhythm. shot after shot, they closed the gap, and in the final few seconds, they sank a three-pointer that sealed the game.

the gym erupted into a mix of cheers and groans. you, like everyone else, could hardly believe it. one moment, victory had seemed so certain; the next, it had slipped through your fingers.

you wiped the sweat from your forehead, heart still racing as you made your way back to the locker room with karina at your side. she was fuming, muttering under her breath about how the referees missed a foul call in the last quarter. you didn’t have the energy to argue. your legs ached from the constant jumps and tumbling, and all you wanted to do was collapse on the bench in the locker room and breathe.

“do you want cold water?” karina asked. you glanced at her, but before you could answer, your eyes caught something—or rather, someone—over her shoulder.

haechan.

he stood just a few feet away, talking to some of his friends, and for a moment, it was like time slowed down. the gym’s noise—the chatter, the footsteps, even karina’s voice—faded into a distant murmur. his eyes locked onto yours, and it was like the world shrank to just the two of you in that split second. your heart gave an involuntary lurch, a mixture of frustration and something you didn’t want to name bubbling to the surface.

you fumed inwardly, your breath hitching. the memory of his words from weeks ago came crashing back, stinging more than it should. it took everything in you not to glare.

“i’m good,” you said flatly, tearing your gaze away from him and turning back to karina. “i’m gonna head to the locker room first.”

without waiting for a reply, you made a beeline for the door, the need to escape his presence outweighing everything else. your chest felt tight, anger simmering beneath your skin, but you pushed it down as you entered the locker room.

inside, the rest of your cheer squad was already there. some of the girls were sprawled out on the benches, half-heartedly stretching while others chattered excitedly about the game.

“the refs were a joke!” one of the girls was saying. “chenle got pushed so hard, i thought he was gonna snap.”

“jaemin should’ve gone off on that guy,” another chimed in. “no way mark kept his cool. did you see him? he looked ready to fight.”

you couldn’t help but smile to yourself as you listened to them. this was a normal occurrence in the locker room. no matter if it was basketball or football season, the girls were always talking about the same thing—the guys. it was as if every game turned into an analysis of who got hit, who looked the best sweating it out on the court, or who they thought was going to snap first. and honestly? you couldn’t blame them.

being a cheerleader meant you got front row seats to all the action, and let’s face it, being able to see the most popular athletes up close wasn’t exactly the worst thing. whether it was jaemin’s focused scowl or mark’s calm but ready-to-fight aura, the girls never missed a chance to comment. sometimes, you wondered if half of them joined the squad for the eye candy alone.

the chatter bounced off the walls, filling the space with laughter and banter, but you found yourself tuning in only half heartedly. normally, it was easy to get swept up in the conversations, joining the girls as they dissected every glance and gesture from the players like they were breaking down the final moments of a rom-com.

but today? today, it just felt like background noise.

minutes later, karina walked into the locker room, still tossing you the water despite your earlier refusal. “figured you’d need it anyway,” she shrugged, sitting down beside you. her expression softened as she watched you take a sip, but it didn’t stay that way for long.

“did you two fuck?”

her voice sliced through the quiet, blunt and unfiltered. you choked, coughing as you set the water bottle down on the bench. the locker room suddenly felt too small, like the air had thickened around you. you blinked at her, trying to gauge whether she was serious or just being nosy.

karina leaned in, eyes gleaming with curiosity. her expression was one of genuine innocence, though. she didn’t know. not really.

you sighed, slumping against the cold metal lockers. it’s been weeks since that first and last tutoring session with haechan, and despite how much you’ve tried to forget about it, his words still hang over you like a shadow.

why did i think this was ever a good idea?

your thoughts began to wander, taking you back to that night. the tutoring session that was supposed to help you salvage your failing algebra grade. the session that turned out to be the last one. it had been weeks since then, but the memory still stung as if it were fresh.

twenty minutes. that’s all it took for you to realize haechan wasn’t even trying. you sat there, flipping through the pages of his notes, trying to make sense of the chaotic scrawl of equations and half solved problems. but nothing clicked.

so, you decided to leave.

but instead of just leaving, you felt compelled to find him and at least say goodbye. maybe even confront him about why he’d been half-assing the tutoring sessions.

you followed the sound of voices from the game room down the hall, but before you could push the door open, you heard them.

“since when did you start tutoring?” one of his friend had asked.

“i've been tutoring for a while,” haechan had replied casually. “started again because she's desperate.”

you had stopped in your tracks, just out of sight, heart sinking as the words hit you like a punch to the gut.

“well, technically speaking, you’re not exactly doing your job?” another voice chimed in, laughter following the remark.

haechan snorted. “yeah, well, i don’t want to tutor her. it’s a waste of my time.”

you’d felt sick to your stomach, but that wasn’t even the worst of it. he went on, his voice dripping with arrogance as he called you a “typical cheerleader,” saying you cared more about your reputation than actually learning, and that teaching you was “useless.”

you hadn’t expected much from him, sure. you knew you two didn’t get along. but hearing it out loud? it hit differently.

and then he hit you with the final blow, the words that still echo in your head late at night: “yeah, right. she’s smart, but girls like her? they use their brains for one thing. she’s just trying to get close to us. i’m just the stepping stone. once she’s done with me, she’ll latch onto one of you guys. classic cheerleader playbook.”

you’d stood there, frozen in place, tears burning the back of your eyes, the embarrassment threatening to swallow you whole. haechan had reduced you to a stereotype—a shallow, manipulative girl who only cared about attention. and the worst part? he actually believed it. he believed that was who you were.

karina nudges you, snapping you back to reality. “you’re spacing out. so? did something happen between you two?”

“the tutoring didn't go as planned.”

karina raised an eyebrow, clearly not satisfied with your vague response. “did he say something?”

you didn’t want to talk about it. not again. but the words spilled out anyway. “he’s a jerk. and i let him get under my skin. that’s all.”

“gah damn—”

“i know.”

“no, no, no, i mean, gah damn!” her eyes widened as she pointed behind your back. the sudden squeals and gasps from the other girls in the room quickly followed. confused, you glanced over your shoulder, already knowing the cause of the excitement.

there, just outside the girls' locker room, stood jaemin.

he wasn't inside, of course—he was leaning awkwardly against the doorframe, basketball jersey still clinging to his frame, his cheeks flushed with a shy smile. luckily, the girls had all finished changing, so it wasn't as if he was walking in on anything. still, the sight of him sent the locker room into a frenzy.

jaemin. why was he here?

he pointed, and it took you a second to realize he was gesturing toward you. blinking, you glanced around before pointing to yourself. “me?” you whispered.

the star player nodded, still smiling, his eyes meeting yours.

before you could react, karina nudged you with a knowing smirk. “go. now.”

you could feel the girls watching, but your feet carried you forward, slipping past jaemin and out of sight. once you were both out of view from the prying eyes of the locker room, you turned to face him, still caught off guard by his sudden appearance.

“you can't just casually walk up here, peeping tom,” you said, hoping you hadn't sounded too rude.

jaemin chuckled, running a hand through his slightly damp hair. “i wasn't peeping, i promise,” he said, his smile disarming. “i came to invite you and the girls to dinner tonight. you know, celebrate the season.”

he shrugged, eyes flickering with an almost embarrassed look. “we lost the game, but we're still gonna celebrate.”

you blinked, processing his words. “oh . . . dinner?”

“yeah,” he said, looking a little sheepish. “figured it'd be fun for all of us to unwind, win or lose.”

“sure,” you said casually, trying to suppress the smile creeping up on you. “the girls are probably gonna be excited.”

but not you—not with einstein likely there too. you'd just ignore him, right? just like you'd been ignoring his texts. easy.

you forced yourself to focus on jaemin, who was still smiling at you in that soft, effortless way that made your pulse skip. “i'll see you tonight?”

“i'm looking forward to seeing you tonight,” he replied. that simple sentence sent a flutter through your chest, and you suddenly felt a little breathless, like you were falling headfirst into something you couldn't quite grasp.

you waved goodbye, and jaemin did the same, his smile lingering as you both turned to leave. the moment you stepped back into the locker room, though, the atmosphere was completely different. it was almost electric, like a charge in the air, and you didn't need to be a mind reader to know why.

the girls were suddenly very occupied with whatever they could find. one was aggressively retying her already perfectly tied shoes. another was staring way too intently at her phone, scrolling through what looked like her home screen. a few were casually adjusting their hair in the mirror, glancing at each other with barely concealed grins. it was obvious—too obvious.

you bit back a laugh, shaking your head as you grabbed your bag from the locker. “i'm guessing you guys heard that?” you teased, raising an eyebrow. “we're invited.”

the reaction was instant. the fake nonchalance crumbled as the room erupted in cheers and high pitched squeals.

“i knew it!” one of them shouted, clapping her hands together.

“oh my god, jaemin asked us?!” another girl practically bounced in place, eyes wide with excitement.

you couldn't help but laugh as the girls swarmed around, chattering about the dinner plans, talking over one another in their excitement. it was like watching a bunch of kids on christmas morning.

karina sidled up to you with a smirk. “so, how long before you and jaemin become a thing?”

“don't start.”

“i'm not starting anything!” she shot back, hands up in mock surrender.

you shot her a look, but before you could respond, one of your teammates chimed in, “you two wanna come grab some ice cream with us?”

karina didn't hesitate, “oh, absolutely!” she turned to you with an expectant look.

“i'll catch up with you girls later,” you said, glancing down at your still unchanged clothes. “i need to get out of this uniform first. is it by the café near the park?”

“yeah, that's the one,” your teammate nodded before waving. “see you later!” she headed out with karina, who gave you one last knowing glance before following.

as you started to change, you heard karina's voice echo from the door—

“oh, and by the way, that water earlier? it was from haechan.”

and with that, she was gone.

──

school. practice. repeat.

that's the cycle you find yourself in now. with the weekend having passed in a blur, you're back with your usual routine. the celebration from a few nights ago was a blast—friends reuniting and sharing stories. you had fun, even managing to dodge haechan throughout the night (sticking close to karina or jaemin—though the latter didn't offer much conversation either, thanks to his friends constantly interrupting). haechan made a few attempts to talk to you, but you expertly averted your gaze, pretending to be deep in conversation with someone else.

now, as cheer practice wraps up for the upcoming big football game, you find yourself in the girls' locker room. of course.

“are you coming?” karina asks, glancing back at you with an eager smile. ice cream has become the cheer team's favorite hangout spot after practice.

“nah, i'll stay back. find me at the library if you need me,” you reply, pulling off your top and tossing it into your locker.

“ugh, what encyclopaedia are you reading nowww?”

“actually, it's the history of mathematics,” you shoot back, trying to sound nonchalant.

karina bursts into laughter. “wow, you really are a nerd! i can see it now—”

you roll your eyes, chuckling at her exaggeration. “algebra test on thursday. better start studying.”

“gosh, you're starting to sound like mr. einstein over there.”

you shoot her a deadpan look, but before you could come up with a witty comeback, she's already sprinting toward the exit, calling back over her shoulder, “wish you luck, bubble pops!”

one by one, the girls had filtered out, leaving you alone to finish up. you pulled the hair tie from your ponytail, letting your hair cascade down over your shoulders.

turning to your locker to grab your shirt, you caught a glimpse of a silhouette by the exit out of the corner of your eye. curiosity tugged at you, and your gaze followed the figure, and—

“haechan! what the fuck?!” you exclaimed, spinning around. you quickly grabbed your shirt, holding it in front of your half naked body while trying to angle your back toward the locker. in your rush, you accidentally slammed the locker door shut behind you, realizing you'd left yourself awkwardly exposed.

haechan’s eyes shot down to the floor, his ears glowing red. “s-sorry! didn’t mean to walk in on you,” he stammered, looking everywhere but at you.

“what are you even doing here? perv much?”

“i’m not a perv! i came to talk to you,” the latter said defensively, raising his hands. “you’ve been ignoring all my texts!”

“you barged into the girls' locker room just to ask me about that?!”

“well, what else was i supposed to do when you’re acting like i don’t exist?” he finally looked up, his gaze flitting nervously between you and the floor. "thought you might actually answer if i showed up in person.”

“you could’ve waited outside! normal people do that!”

“i didn’t plan on walking in on you half naked!”

he fired back, still clearly flustered, but standing his ground. “but i couldn’t wait anymore. we need to talk.”

you rolled your eyes, still fuming but aware of the absurdity of the situation—standing half dressed in front of him while he tried to explain himself. “yeah? well, now’s not exactly the best time for a chat.”

as you turned to finally open your locker, you barely had time to blink before haechan grabbed you by the shoulders and spun you back around. your back hit the cold metal of the locker with a soft thud, and suddenly, you were face-to-face with him. his hands stayed firmly on your shoulders, pinning you in place as his breath ghosted over your skin.

“gosh, you never listen, do you?” he growled through gritted teeth, leaning in closer. “always got something to say, running that mouth like the brat you are.”

the words were meant to bite, to provoke—but they did something else too. the intensity in his voice, the way he had you trapped between him and the locker, made your heart race for reasons you didn’t want to admit. you hated him—or at least you were supposed to. yet somehow, his ability to talk you into corners, the way he wielded his frustration, was working you up more than you'd like.

you scowled, trying to mask the fact that your pulse was speeding up for all the wrong reasons. “and you’re pissing me off, so fuck off!” you snapped back, though it came out breathier than you’d intended.

“how am i pissing you off, huh?” his voice dropped, almost taunting. “all i’ve been trying to do is talk to you, and you’re the one avoiding me. so tell me, how exactly am i pissing you off?”

your mind blanked for a second. the more he spoke, the closer he got, until his face was just inches from yours. you could see the constellation of moles dotting his tan skin, perfectly aligned, and suddenly every coherent thought you had vanished. why was it so hot in here? you struggled to find your voice, but all that came out was,

“everything.”

haechan’s lips curled into a slow, teasing smirk. “everything? you’ll have to be more specific.” he tilted his head, eyes gleaming with amusement, like he knew exactly how to push your buttons. “i don’t get it. what about me pisses you off so much?”

you clenched your jaw, fighting to keep your composure. the way he was looking at you, the smugness in his tone, it was driving you insane. he knew he was getting under your skin, and the worst part? he was enjoying it. you could feel the words bubbling up inside you, frustration building like a dam about to burst.

“you!” you spat out, your voice rising. “you piss me off by always getting in my way with jaemin! you’re always there, acting like you own the damn place!”

with each word, you inched closer to him, the anger fueling your every step. your noses were almost touching now, the heat of his breath mingling with yours. haechan didn’t back down either—he pushed himself forward, lowering his head just enough to stare you down, his gaze dark and intense.

“go on,” he muttered, his voice low, challenging. “say it.”

“you’re smug, you’re cocky, and just seeing your face annoys the hell out of me—”

your heartbeat quickened, a mix of frustration and something else entirely as you pressed forward, your chest brushing against his. you were toe-to-toe now, and before you realized it, your breasts were firmly pressed against his chest. the contact jolted through you like electricity, and for a split second, the air between you both shifted—awareness creeping in, making the moment heavier.

that’s when it hit you. you were still in your bra and cheer skirt, practically half naked, standing so close to him that you could feel every rise and fall of his breath. his gaze flickered down for the briefest moment, noticing the way your bodies were pressed together, but then his eyes met yours again, burning with something that only made your skin tingle more.

still, your pride refused to let you falter.

“y-you . . . you piss me off just by being h-here,”you said, though your voice had dropped, losing some of its venom as you felt his body heat radiate against you.

“you sure that’s what’s pissing you off?”

“fuck yo—”

suddenly, his hands were on your face, pulling you in. his lips crashed into yours, silencing your words with a fierce, angry kiss. it wasn’t soft or sweet—it was rough, almost desperate, like he’d been holding back for far too long.

his lips tasted faintly of something sugary—popcorn, probably from the match he’d just watched—but there was also a hint of salt, the mix making your head spin.

before you could even process it, his hands slid down your body, boldly cupping your still covered breasts. his touch sent a shiver down your spine as he pushed you back against the locker with more force than before. his lips pressed harder, swallowing the soft moan that escaped you, the kiss becoming a battle for control neither of you were willing to lose.

your hands, almost instinctively, moved to his chest. through the fabric of his shirt, you could feel the taut muscles underneath—harder than you expected. since when did a nerd like him work out? you wondered, your fingers tracing the lines of his toned chest. the realization only made your pulse quicken, your mind spinning with questions you didn’t know you had about him.

“i’m taking this off,” he said, breathless, pulling back just enough to meet your eyes. his hands ghosted over the clasp of your bra. “can i?”

you could only nod, words failing you in the heat of the moment. in a swift, practiced motion, he expertly snapped the clasp open, the ease of it catching you off guard. what other surprises does he have? you thought, momentarily stunned by how fast he was.

before you could dwell on it, his mouth latched onto your breast, warm and wet, while his free hand kneaded the other. the feeling was instant, sending shivers down your spine. you instinctively reached up, fingers tangling in his soft brown hair, which smelled faintly of citrus and something woody.

a groan rumbled through him at the tug, his breath hot against your skin, and it sent a pulse straight through you.

his other hand, no longer content to just hold, drifted down to tease circles on your stomach. goosebumps broke out along your skin as his fingers traveled lower, finally cupping your core with a harsh grip that made you hiss.

“you don't have to be so rough, jerk,” you managed to grit out. his response? he sucked harder on your breast, making you gasp, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin just enough to blur the line between pleasure and pain.

“oh, but you like it,” haechan muttered against your skin, the smirk in his voice so clear it made your blood boil. his mouth never left your chest, teasing and toying with you as his fingers pressed harder against your core, rubbing through the fabric.

“yeah, but i didn't say you could be a cocky asshole about it,” you sigh, hips arching into his touch.

haechan let out a breathy chuckle, clearly amused, but you weren't going to let him get away with it. you tugged his hair sharply again, a little warning. his reaction was instant—eyes squeezing shut as he groaned at the sting. it was satisfying, seeing him react to you like that.

“don't push your luck,” you muttered, a smirk tugging at your lips. but before you could gloat any further, he pressed a last, teasing kiss to your breast and sank to his knees.

his hands gripped your hips firmly, almost gently, like you were something delicate. when you reached for your skirt to take it off, he stopped you with a quick look.

“leave it.” he muttered, his eyes dark as he ducked underneath the fabric, getting beneath your skirt in a matter of seconds.

you barely have time to react before his mouth is on you, tongue flicking out and hitting your clit with no hesitation. it's so sudden that you have to bite down on your lip, refusing to make any noise that might give him the satisfaction. you can handle this. or at least, you think you can—until he licks you again.

the way his tongue moves, teasing with soft strokes and little flicks, has you gripping the locker behind you, your body betraying you. you fight the urge to moan, swallowing it down, but he's relentless, not giving you an inch of control.

he pulls back just enough to say, “already so wet? you're loving this, aren't you?”

his finger slide into you as if proving a point, the stretch making your thighs tremble.

you grit your teeth, hating how easily he's getting to you. one finger pumps in and out, and another pumps in, curling just enough to make your body jerk, and you feel like you might explode right there. you can't believe how a nerd like him is quickly working you up.

“f-fuck,” you hiss under your breath.

as his tongue keeps teasing your clit, a sharp wave of pleasure hits, and you gasp, louder than you intended. your body tightens around his fingers, but you still refuse to fully let go. you're not giving him the satisfaction.

but haechan notices. he always notices.

“you trying to hold out on me, baby?” his voice is cocky, and it only fuels your irritation.

“funny how the girls were right . . . guys really do suck at giving head,” you taunt. “and you're just proving their point.”

it's a low blow, and you know it. but it does exactly what you want.

haechan stops mid-movement, his tongue pausing against your skin as he looks up at you, his expression darkening. the absence of his touch makes you shiver in frustration.

“if you're gonna be a brat,” he says flatly, his voice lower now, more serious. “i'm not gonna make you cum.”

your breath hitches at his words. is he serious? he can't be, right? but the look on his face tells you he's not bluffing. a wave of embarrassment washes over you because as much as you want to defy him, the idea of him denying you like this . . . turns you on even more.

before you can respond, he moves away from between your legs, standing up as his hand moves to his zipper. with deliberate slowness, he pulls it down and frees his length, fisting it lazily. his eyes stay locked on yours, that infuriating smirk playing at his lips.

you can't help it. your mouth goes dry at the sight of him, his hand stroking himself as if you're just there to watch. the heat between your legs only grows worse, the ache pulsing through you, and you're caught between being turned on and pissed off. that dark, smug stare of his makes you feel small, powerless. you hate how much you want him right now, how badly you need the release he's withholding.

you're losing this game.

“hyuck . . . p-please . . .” the words fall from your lips before you can stop them, voice shaky, desperate. “need to cum . . . it hurts . . .”

he lets out a short, humorless scoff, shaking his head. “look at you,” he murmurs, the amusement clear in his voice. “acting all tough, but now you're begging?”

his hand continues its slow, steady motion as he strokes himself, and your stomach clenches at the sight.

you don't care about pride anymore—you just need to feel something. anything.

“you don't deserve it yet, baby. not until you stop being a brat.”

desperation wells up inside you. “please, i'll be good! i promise, just . . . just make me cum,” you plead, your voice shaky and breathless.

“are you my little princess? 'cause i could just leave you like this . . .” there's a hint of seriousness that makes your heart race.

“i'm sorry . . . please, hyuckie . . .” the way you say his name feels like a plea and a promise all at once.

a smirk spreads across his face as he removes his hand from his aching cock. “you're gonna be my good girl, hm?”

“yes! i'll be your good girl,” you reply eagerly, heart pounding with anticipation.

without wasting another moment, haechan doubles his efforts. his fingers slip back inside you, moving in a way that makes your head spin. meanwhile, his lips wrap around your clit, sucking and teasing with just the right amount of pressure.

“a–ah fuck, ngh! i'm gonna cum! can i please?” you gasp, panting heavily as the pleasure builds.

he hums in response, the vibration sending shockwaves through your core, making you see stars. it pushes you over the edge, and you cum hard, your thighs shaking violently as the waves of pleasure wash over you.

“cat got your tongue?” his voice is smug, and it makes you want to roll your eyes, but you're still coming down from the high, your body spent.

you let out a small laugh, breathless. “i need to breathe,” you joke, your chest still heaving. but then something dawns on you.

he hasn't cum yet.

“wait, w-what about you?” you ask, your gaze dropping down to his crotch, confused.

he smirks again, completely unfazed. “i came, see?” he gestures down to his boxers, and your eyes widen as you spot the sticky mess in the fabric, cum staining the material.

“seriously?” you ask, incredulous. the idea of him getting off just by watching you cum is a bit shocking. “you came just from that?”

he shrugs casually, pulling up his pants as if it's nothing. “what can i say? you looked hot.”

“you're just now seeing that, nerd?”

you run a hand through your hair, tugging at the strands to make yourself look halfway decent. adjusting your clothes quickly, you try to shake off any trace of what just happened. the last thing you need is for anyone to catch on, even though the gym's empty. the chances of someone hearing you and haechan earlier are slim to none, but still, the thought nags at you.

the silence stretches between you two, but it's different now—less tense, but still heavy with everything that's just happened.

haechan breaks it first.

“sorry.”

haechan's voice cuts through the room so suddenly that it stops you mid-motion, halfway through putting your shirt back on.

you shrug, pulling your shirt over your head, trying to play it off as if nothing happened. “forget it. i didn't mean anything by it.”

“no, seriously.” his voice softens, catching you off guard. “i didn't know you were that serious about jaemin.”

you feel your face heat up and quickly look away, fumbling with your clothes. “i-i'm sorry too, okay? i wasn't thinking straight,” you mutter, stuffing everything into your bag.

it's awkward now, the air between you both feeling heavier. you're about to reach for your bag when haechan casually grabs it, slinging it over his shoulder like it's nothing.

“i'll walk you home,” he says, his tone too easygoing for the tension still hanging between you.

“b-but someone might see us,” you stammer, glancing around nervously.

haechan smirks. “they know me as your tutor, pom-poms. relax, we're not gonna get caught.”

“right. good point . . . and uh, about that . . . sorry i've been ditching our sessions.”

“i'll make sure you don't pull that stunt again. we had a deal, remember?”

“yeah, well. i'm not actually going home, though.”

haechan frowns, confused. “where are you going then?”

“the library,” you shrug.

he stops in his tracks, turning to you with a teasing grin. “you? the library? since when do cheerleaders read?”

“what, a cheerleader can't have hobbies? i'm allowed to read, nerd.”

“damn, baby, i must've knocked something loose in your brain earlier. you're slowly becoming more like me.”

you shove him playfully, rolling your eyes. “gross.”

his grin only widens. “touché. what kind of books are you reading then?”

“just some literature.”

haechan's eyebrows shoot up, his expression shifting from playful to downright perplexed. “literature? like actual books with more than ten pages? you're telling me you're reading something that requires even more brainpower than i have?”

“see, cheerleaders aren't all airheads.”

he mock gasps, placing a hand over his heart. “you're telling me you're more of a nerd than me? literature is like, the ultimate level of nerd—so many pages, so many words.” he's rambling, clearly caught off guard, but then his face shifts, like he's putting the pieces together. “wait, wait, wait . . . let me guess—are you a literature major or something?”

you smile sheepishly and nod. “guilty.”

the boy blinks, genuinely surprised but impressed. “damn, i didn't see that coming. you're officially nerdier than me. you're not just out here reading, you're studying literature? and i thought i was the brainiac between us.”

“you're not the only smart one, you know.”

“yeah, i see that now. you might just be rubbing off on me with all this reading stuff.”

you raise an eyebrow. “me? rubbing off on you? you've got it backwards.”

he laughs, nudging you back. “okay, fine. but seriously, a literature major? that's pretty cool. what's your favorite book then, miss smarty pants?”

you pause, thinking for a moment. “right now, i'm stuck on the catcher in the rye. it's intense, but in a good way. you'd probably like it. it's about this guy who thinks he's too smart for everyone else. kinda like you.”

he groans, rolling his eyes dramatically. “oh great, so i'm that predictable, huh?”

you grin. “pretty much.”

“you do know how to flatter a guy.”

you laugh, shaking your head. “yeah, well, i'm also studying for my algebra test, so it's not all fun.”

“i can stay with you if you want. help with the studying part, i mean.”

you hesitate, not sure if you want to spend more time with him or if that would make things more complicated. “uhh, if you want to, i don't see a problem with it. maybe you can help me with some . . . equations?” you offer, half joking but also kind of hoping he says yes.

he reaches out and pats your head lightly. “of course, pom poms, that's why i'm here, remember? now come on,” he grins as he starts walking ahead of you, your bag slung effortlessly over his shoulder, like he's done it a million times.

but something nags at you, a knot tightening in your chest as you watch him. “um, haechan?”

he stops mid-step, adjusting the strap of your bag on his shoulder as he turns to face you. “yeah, princess?”

there's a flutter in your stomach at the way he says it, the nickname rolling off his tongue with such ease that it almost sounds affectionate. you clear your throat, trying to steady your voice. “uh, earlier . . . it was just casual, right?”

haechan stands in front of you, calm, one hand stuffed in his pocket, the other gripping the strap of your bag. his face is unreadable for a second, but then his eyes—those deep, warm eyes—catch the light, and something in them flickers. it's fleeting, but it's enough to make your breath catch in your throat.

you've never really looked at him like this before. he's always been the teasing, arrogant nerd who got on your nerves, but right now, standing there with his messy hair and that calm, steady gaze . . . he's beautiful. and you wonder, with a sudden pang of regret, how you've never noticed it before. how much you've missed, blinded by your irritation.

but you panic, realizing the silence between you is stretching too long. “i mean—” you stammer, the words tumbling out too quickly, like you're trying to catch up with your own thoughts. “i wasn't expecting anything or . . . hoping for anything from you or-i-it's just . . . i just felt like i needed to clarify, you know?”

you're blabbering now, and it feels stupid, like you've just dug yourself into a hole you can't get out of. your heart is pounding in your chest, and you're painfully aware of how awkward you must look, fumbling with words that aren't coming out right.

haechan doesn't laugh. he doesn't tease. he just stands there, looking at you in that way that makes your insides twist. and then, with a small nod, he says softly, “of course.”

it's so simple, so calm. but there's something in his tone that you can't quite place.

for a second, you wonder if maybe-just maybe-he's not as unaffected by what happened as you thought. but he's already turning away, leading the way out of the gym, leaving you standing there.

“come on, pom poms, don't wanna fail that test, do we?”

there's the haechan you know—playful, always teasing, the jackass who can't help but have something to say. but as you watch him throw a lazy grin over his shoulder, you notice a warmth in his voice that wasn't there before. a small smile creeps onto your face, and your heart feels just a little fuller.

it hits you how easy it is to be around him. even with all the teasing and his cocky attitude, he makes everything feel lighter. as much as he drives you crazy, you kinda like it. you kinda like him—this annoying, nerdy tutor who, despite all the nonsense, seems to actually care in his own weird way.

even if he's a jackass half the time, he's your jackass—and a soft one at that.

──

you aced it. within three days, you managed to catch up on everything in algebra, and you might actually be starting to like the subject—or maybe it was just because of your tutor. thanks, haechan.

thursday classes rolled by quickly. you could barely remember what you learned in each period; all you could think about was the algebra test. now, you're walking to your last class with karina, chatting and laughing about random stuff.

“seventy-nine percent! miss smarty over here!”

you roll your eyes, a grin breaking through. “one good test doesn't make me a genius.”

“pfft you used to fail everything,” she counters, nudging you with her shoulder. “at this rate, you'll be tutoring me by the end of the semester.”

“don't count on it. it was just one test!” you laugh, shaking your head as you approach the classroom.

as you both enter the classroom, your eyes dart to haechan, who's sitting in his usual spot at the front. you give him a quick smile and mouth a silent “i passed.” his response is a cheerful thumbs-up that makes your heart flutter just a little.

you settle into your usual spot at the back, but suddenly, you hear a commotion nearby.

“what the f— haechan!”

“i call dibs!” he yells, playfully pushing karina aside.

you blink at them, confused. “why are you two fighting over a seat—”

“it's my seat!” karina protests, hands on her hips, glaring at haechan.

“not anymore,” he retorts, plopping down in the chair beside you with a satisfied grin.

“you think you can just swoop in and take my seat like that?”

without a word, she reaches out and tugs on haechan's hair, causing him to yelp dramatically.

“ow! what the hell!” he winces, rubbing the spot she pulled. “okay, okay! in exchange—i'll give you jeno's number. fair?”

karina pauses, pretending to consider it, but then her hand goes right back to his hair, tugging even harder this time.

“ow, ow! okay! i'll hook you up with him! or i'll ask him to approach you—whatever you want! just let go!”

“just making sure i get something out of this.” karina winks.

the poor boy winces, still rubbing his scalp. “jeez woman—”

“but seriously, can you ask him to sit with us during lunch? i mean, he's so cute, and i want to get to know him better.”

haechan looks at her with a mock—serious expression, pretending to think hard. “hmm, that might be a bit of a stretch. i'll need to pull some strings. i'll see what i can do.”

“i'll hold you to that,” karina says, flashing haechan a devilish grin before dramatically marching to his usual seat at the front.

you stare at him, eyebrows furrowed and lips slightly parted, wearing a confused expression as he unpacks his things like he's right where he belongs. he puts on his glasses, the ones he only uses to see the board from far away, and adjusts them casually before turning toward you.

“hi,” he says with a grin.

“hello to you too?”

haechan's hand suddenly squeezes your thigh, as he whispers, “face the front, or you're gonna get in trouble.” his fingers glide away slowly, teasingly, and you can feel your pulse jump, repeating his words in your head.

or you're gonna get in trouble.

your lips curl into a mischievous smile. so this is how you wanna play, huh? you straighten up and turn toward the front as the professor begins the lecture, but focusing is suddenly the last thing on your mind. your thoughts are racing, already plotting your next move.

you sneak a glance to your side. sure enough, haechan is jotting down notes in his notebook. his glasses have slid slightly down the bridge of his nose, and his head is bent, fully immersed in whatever the professor is saying. his lips, those soft plush lips, are gently puckered as he concentrates. the sight makes your stomach flip. god, i want to ruin him.

you're not even pretending to pay attention anymore. his woody scent fills your senses, his very presence making everything around you buzz. your pulse quickens as your mind fixates on one thing: i want to ruin him.

you crave his attention, his reaction—anything that will make him take control again, just like he did in the locker room. without thinking, you slowly bring your hand up, resting it on his thigh, your fingers brushing lightly over his pants.

you wait for a reaction, any sign that he's affected by your touch—but nothing. not the slightest flinch, not even a glance your way. is he that good at hiding it? you wonder. or maybe he thinks you're just being casual. either way, it's not the reaction you're looking for.

so, you push a little further.

your hand inches higher, testing the boundaries. it's only then that you feel his body stiffen. his breath catches for just a moment, and you glance over to see his face slowly turning a shade of crimson. his jaw tightens, and for the briefest second, his gaze flickers down to where your hand is-hidden under the table, but doing things it definitely shouldn't be. he swallows hard, then looks up at you, eyes flashing a silent warning.

you meet his gaze with an innocent look, wide eyed and all too knowing. it's a look that always works, and you use it shamelessly. you pretend you don't know what he's warning you about, all while your hand moves higher, edging dangerously close to where he's most vulnerable. the higher your hand goes, the redder his cheeks become.

and then, without breaking eye contact, you squeeze.

his whole body tenses, a barely suppressed gasp slipping from his lips. you feel a rush of power surge through you, like a predator who's just caught their prey. the way he's struggling to keep it together—god, it's intoxicating.

despite how tense he was, how his breath seemed to catch every time your hand moved, he couldn't find it in himself to tell you to stop. the thought of how close you were to his crotch, the slight brush of your fingers, only made him harder.

just as the professor turned to scribble something on the whiteboard, you sneaked a quick glance under the table. his bulge was unmistakable, straining against his pants. you couldn't help yourself-you traced a slow, teasing circle on his inner thigh, deliberately avoiding his growing erection but grazing close enough to drive him mad.

it was working.

he's trying so hard to act unbothered, but you can see it-the way his grip on his notebook tightens, the way his jaw clenches.

“b-baby,” he whispers, so soft it's almost drowned by the noise in the room.

“yes, hyuckie?”

his expression said everything—eyes half lidded, brows drawn together like he was barely holding on. he looked like he was suffering, like he needed you to touch him more, right here, right now, in the middle of class. his lips parted slightly, but no sound came out. just the look on his face was enough to tell you how badly he was craving your touch.

you felt his thigh tense under your palm, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the edge of his desk. his need for you was written all over him, and you could feel the heat pooling between your own legs, your body reacting to how desperate he was.

“p-please . . .”

“we're in the middle of class,” you whispered.

“i know but, baby, please, do something,” he whispered, desperation lacing his words as he shifted in his seat, trying not to let the heat between you both distract him.

you pulled your hand away, pretending to be innocent. “w-what? y/n, please!” he exclaimed, eyes wide with need. you had him right under your spell.

“shush, eyes on the front,” you said, mimicking his earlier tone. the groan that slipped from his lips caught the professor's attention.

“mr. lee? is there something the matter?” the professor asked, looking over his glasses with a raised brow.

startled, haechan straightened, trying to play it cool. “um, n-no, sir,” he stammered.

“very well then.” the professor turned back to the whiteboard, and just then, he called on haechan again. “mr. lee, can you explain the significance of the treaty of versailles?”

"uh-y-yeah?" haechan replied, his confidence wavering.

“surely this question is easy for you,” the professor pushed, expecting a solid answer.

you couldn't resist. as haechan struggled to focus, you reached down, groping his bulge through his pants. his breath hitched, and he fought to maintain his composure, his eyes darting nervously between you and the professor.

“uh, the treaty of versailles . . . was in 1919?” he blurted out, his voice shaky.

you continued your teasing, stopping just short of the tip.

“uhh . . .” he mumbled, clearly struggling to think. “it-uh, it . . . imposed reparations on germany?”

“mr. lee?” the professor prompted again, not buying haechan's floundering.

his breath quickened as you kept your movements steady, your fingers pressing down a little harder. “yeah, uh . . . that's right!” he stuttered, but all you could focus on was the way he squirmed in his seat, desire clouding his judgment.

“good job, but can you elaborate on that?” the professor asked, clearly expecting more detail.

“y-yes,” he said, but the words were barely a whisper, his eyes locked on yours, pleading for more of your touch.

“the. . . the reparations,” he stammered, “put a huge financial burden on germany . . . which, uh, led too . . .” his words trailed off as you gave him a teasing squeeze right at the tip of his cock.

“come on, you dirty boy, you're the top student, right? answer him.” you mumbled.

“led to . . . resentment and uh—”

the professor raised an eyebrow, unimpressed by haechan's lack of composure but nodded. “correct. but i expected more detail from you, mr. lee.”

“y-yes sir. sorry,” he managed, but his eyes were glazed. he was holding on by a thread.

haechan let out a shaky breath, leaning forward with his head resting on his arms, trying to keep it together. his voice was barely a whisper, just for you. “i'm gonna cum . . .”

his whole body was tense, and his hand gripped the edge of the desk, trying to keep from making too much noise. he was watching your hand through hooded eyes, the way you palmed him through his pants, the pressure making him lose it. his hips jerked a little, needing more of your touch, and he looked at you with a desperate kind of hunger.

but just when he was right on the edge, his breathing uneven and his muscles tight, you pulled your hand away. his eyes widened in disbelief, and before he could beg you to keep going, you leaned in and kissed his shoulder quickly. your voice was soft and teasing when you whispered, “after class.”

he groaned softly, burying his face into the crook of his arm as he sat back up. there was no arguing with you now. he had no choice but to wait.

the minutes dragged on endlessly. haechan could hardly sit still, shifting uncomfortably as the pressure in his pants only worsened. every second felt like an eternity, and he kept stealing glances at the clock, praying for the class to finally end. he couldn't focus on anything, aching for the moment when the bell would ring.

when class was finally dismissed, you quickly gathered your things, offering a quick wave to your friend across the room.

“i'll see you around, babes!” you called out to karina, your voice carefree as you headed toward the door.

he scrambled to grab his stuff, still moving slow because he was trying to hide the obvious bulge in his pants. he was walking awkwardly, trying to stay calm even though he was still ridiculously hard. you were already a few steps ahead of him, and he watched as you glanced around before spotting an empty janitor's closet.

you grabbed his arm and pulled him inside, shutting the door behind you. he stumbled in after you, groaning as you practically dragged him along. “fuck, baby, that was so hot,” he said, leaning against the wall.

“shut up and just kiss me already,” without waiting for a response, you pressed your lips to his in a heated kiss.

the boy melted into you instantly, his hands sliding to your hips, pulling you closer as he let out a long, relieved moan into your mouth. his body reacted on instinct, grinding against your leg, desperate for any kind of friction. you felt the way his hips moved, eager and needy, and you couldn't help but smirk against his lips.

“humping that cock like the desperate nerd you are, huh?” you teased, pulling back just enough to catch the frustration on his face. his cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red, and a soft whimper escaped him. his wide, pleading eyes locked with yours, already completely at your mercy.

“words, hyuck,” you command. “i need you to use that pretty mouth of yours.”

haechan's grip tightens on your hips, his breath coming out in short gasps against your neck.

“i-i'm too dumb to even talk . . . p-please,” he pleads, voice trembling, his body pressing into yours desperately. the tension makes your head spin, and you can feel the heat pooling between your legs, wetness already soaking through your underwear.

slowly, you start stripping, teasing him with every move. his eyes never leave you, dark with desire, his lips parting slightly as he breathes harder. you shimmy out of your top, then your bottoms, leaving nothing but skin between you. he's biting his lip now, unable to look away.

“fuck,” he breathes out, eyes roaming over every inch of you.

“come here,” you whisper, reaching for him. he practically stumbles into you, arms wrapping around you like he needs to hold onto something solid. his lips move urgently over your skin, kissing, nipping, and leaving a trail of warmth down your neck and shoulders. his breath is uneven, little whimpers escaping him as he tries to steady himself, but his body's already shaking with what's about to come next.

you giggle softly, but it catches in your throat when his cock brushes against your thigh, hot and hard. a gasp slips out, and you feel him press closer.

“god, you're so wet,” he murmurs.

at this point, the both of you are completely naked, bodies pressed against each other as the heated makeout session stretches on, your breath mingling with his. your lips part just enough to breathe out, “put it in, hyuck . . . i wanna feel you.”

his eyes darken, and he gives you that teasing smile. “you gonna let me fuck you raw, baby?”

you nod frantically, gripping his shoulders to steady yourself as you look around the small janitor's closet. it's cramped, the shelves packed with cleaning supplies and barely enough room to stand, which leaves no other option. your back is pressed against the wall, the cold surface contrasting with the heat of your skin, making you shiver. the scent of bleach lingers faintly in the air, but all you can focus on is the way his body feels pressed up against yours, the tension building as you wait for him to move.

“y-yes, yes please,” you plead, your voice soft, breathy. “touch me, do whatever you want.”

the sight of his cock, thick and long, makes your mouth water. you can feel your thighs clenching. slowly, he lines himself up, his tip brushing your entrance before he starts to push in. you both moan in relief at the same time, the sensation overwhelming. he's big, stretching you inch by inch, and your body tightens instinctively around him, making him groan deep in his throat.

the sweat on his face glistens under the dim light, his glasses slipping slightly down the bridge of his nose as he presses into you. haechan pauses, giving you a moment to adjust, his jaw clenched tight as he tries to hold back. you're so tight, your walls clenching around him, and the stretch makes your legs tremble. your head falls back against the wall with a soft thud, eyes squeezed shut as you try to breathe through it, your lips parting with little gasps.

he leans in, his lips brushing softly against your neck, peppering kisses all over your exposed skin as if to comfort you.

“fuck, you're perfect,” he whispers, his breath hot against your skin as his hips slowly begin to move, dragging his cock in and out of you in slow, deliberate strokes.

each roll of his hips has you gasping, fingers digging into his back as your body clings to him.

haechan's hips still as he looks down at you, concern softening the lust in his eyes. “you okay, baby?”

you blink your eyes open, barely able to focus with how full you feel, but then something hits you. glancing down between your bodies, you realize with a rush of need that he's only halfway in. the sight makes your stomach clench, and a greedy want pools inside you. you're so full already, but you want more.

“'m okay,” you pant, your voice trembling slightly. “g-go deeper.”

that's all he needs to hear. a low groan escapes his lips as he leans in closer, his forehead pressing against yours for a second, and then, slowly, he begins to push further in, stretching you even more. your legs tense around his hips, your hands flying to his shoulders as he sinks deeper, inch by inch. the feeling is intense, overwhelming, and your breath stutters in your throat as his hips finally meet yours, flush against you.

his cock fills you completely now, reaching places that haven't been touched in so long that your body practically sings from the sensation. the pressure, the fullness, it's almost too much, and yet not enough all at once. a broken moan escapes your lips as you try to adjust to how deep he is inside you.

your body is still adjusting to the overwhelming fullness when an idea flashes through your mind. without even warning him, you push lightly against haechan's chest, just enough to create a little space between you. his brows furrow in confusion for a split second before you lift one of your legs, bringing it up to rest on his shoulder.

both of you gasp, his breath hitching as he sinks even deeper into you. you feel the stretch, as he presses right against your core. it's like he's filling every inch of you, hitting spots you didn't even know could be reached.

“fuck, so deep,” haechan groans. his hands grip your thigh where it rests on his shoulder, keeping you steady as he draws back slowly, only to thrust back into you even harder. the new angle allows him to hit deeper with every stroke, the head of his cock pressing insistently against that sensitive spot, making you cry out.

his pace quickens, hips snapping against yours with a bruising intensity. you almost lose your balance, your fingers scrambling for purchase on his arms as his thrusts become more relentless. the slapping sound of skin meeting skin fills the cramped space of the janitor's closet, mingling with the slick, obscene noises of your bodies moving together.

“baby a-ah . . . you're so w-warm,” his voice rough now, nothing like the sweet tone from earlier. the tightness of you wrapped around him is clearly driving him insane, his eyes half lidded with lust as he watches you struggle to keep up with his brutal pace.

“a-all for you,” you manage to gasp out between thrusts, your voice shaky as the pleasure overwhelms your ability to think straight. you're practically cock drunk at this point, each thrust sending a shockwave of pleasure through your entire body. you can barely form a coherent thought, let alone worry about how loud you both are.

haechan leans in, his lips brushing against the skin of your calf resting on his shoulder as he grinds into you even deeper, chasing the high that's building between you both. his glasses are fogging up, slipping down his nose, but he's too lost in the feeling of you, the way you're clenching so desperately around him, to care.

there's a sudden shift in haechan's eyes as he glances down at you—taking in the sight of your flushed face, the little drool pooling at the corner of your lips, hair plastered to your forehead, your chest rising and falling with each labored breath.

you, on the other hand, can feel the tension in the air shift, the intensity in his gaze making you squirm. it's like he's seeing right through you, stripping you down to nothing but raw desire, your most vulnerable self on display for him alone.

he snaps.

without a word, his hand wraps around your throat, his grip firm but controlled as he presses you harder against the wall. he stretches your leg higher, folding you almost painfully, making you feel every inch of him buried deep inside you. his rhythm becomes more frantic, hips slamming into you with an erratic need that has your moans growing louder, desperate. the small space feels suffocating, the hot air thick as your breaths come out ragged, and you struggle to keep up.

“my princess,” haechan breathes out, his voice dark and low, each word rolling off his tongue slowly, possessively. “this cunt, all of it, it's mine, right? only for me?”

he doesn't wait for an answer, leaning in to lick into your mouth, swallowing your gasps as his lips move hungrily over yours, leaving sloppy kisses between his words. “taking my cock so well, baby. like a fucking good girl.”

you can't even think straight, your body trembling as the pleasure builds higher, every nerve ending lighting up at his rough words, his ruthless pace.

“need to cum, hyuckie,” you whimper. “please . . .”

his eyes darken at your plea. “then cum for me,” he growls.

the moment the words leave his lips, you're gone. your orgasm crashes through you, head falling back against the wall as your body seizes up, a muffled cry escaping your throat. haechan tightens his grip on your neck, muffling your sounds, keeping your pleasure a secret between the two of you in the tiny space. he fucks you through your high, each thrust prolonging the waves of ecstasy until you're completely spent, trembling and gasping for breath.

he pulls out, barely able to hold back, stroking himself furiously as you drop to your knees, mouth wide open, ready for him. the sight of you like this—eyes glossy, lips parted, waiting-pushes him over the edge.

“my dirty baby,” he groans, his voice wrecked as he spills into your mouth, hips jerking as he releases. you take it all, swallowing greedily, looking up at him with an innocent gaze that has him nearly collapsing above you.

with one final kiss, haechan helps you stand on shaky legs, both of you still giggling like kids caught in the act as you help each other get dressed. haechan tugging your shirt back into place and smoothing the wrinkles while you busy yourself wiping the fog from his lens, exchanging playful glances.

he fusses over your hair, combing his fingers through the tangled strands. you let out a sudden laugh, catching him off guard.

“what, baby?” he tilts his head, amused by your sudden outburst.

“does my hair look like i just got fucked in the janitor's closet, or does it look normal?” you ask, eyes sparkling with mischief.

haechan grins wide, planting a quick kiss on your forehead before chuckling. “nah, you look like a witch.” but even so, he gently fixes some of the more stubborn strands, tucking them behind your ear. “there, better.”

“thank you,” you say with a soft smile, running your fingers through his hair next, trying to neaten it up. “now that's the nerdy haechan i know.” you giggle, and he watches you with this soft, almost dazed look.

he bites his lip, hearts practically shining in his eyes as he looks at you. “we should celebrate. ice cream? maybe?” he suggests, his voice all of a sudden way too excited for someone who just finished what you did.

you blink at him, momentarily lost. “huh?”

“for passing your test. it's a good start, don't you think?” he grins, and that funny feeling in your stomach stirs again, catching you off guard.

“oh . . . right.” you laugh, still surprised by the change in pace. “yeah, sure, why not?”

“i'm free this weekend. you can come over to my dorm if you want,” he says, his excitement infectious. “and don't worry, i'll have the ice cream ready before you get there.”

“that'll work,” you reply, smiling.

haechan beams, his smile so genuine it makes your heart skip a beat. he leans in to give you a quick kiss on the lips, leaving you speechless and flushed as he pulls away. “i'll text you, baby,” he murmurs softly.

you swallow, the warmth spreading through your chest as you nod. what is this feeling? you can't quite place it, but it lingers long after his lips leave yours.

“i'll go out first, or . . . ?”

“you go first,” you reply, still trying to process everything.

he peeks out of the door, scanning the hallway before slipping out like nothing ever happened. the door shuts softly behind him, leaving you alone with your thoughts, heart racing.

for a moment, you just stand there, replaying the whole thing in your mind, a smile tugging at your lips as you adjust your clothes one last time. something has definitely shifted between you, but whatever it is . . . you can't help but feel warm all over.

maybe this is just the beginning.

──

the weekend finally rolls around, and as you head to haechan's dorm, excitement bubbles in your stomach. to your surprise, haechan is already there, leaning casually against the doorframe with that signature grin.

“hope you don't mind, but the boys are here too for a movie night,” he says, hands tucked behind his back like a kid caught doing something he shouldn't.

“that's alright,” you reply, curiosity piqued about who else is here.

haechan opens the door wider and ushers you inside. as you step into the living room, you scan the space, your eyes landing on a familiar face—jaemin, with his bright smile, and sitting next to someone you don't recognize.

“oh, hey, y/n! didn't know you'd be joining us! come sit!” jaemin gestures for you to take a seat beside him.

“y/n! come join us!” johnny chimes in from the other side of the room.

as you move to sit down, you notice haechan's expression shift when jaemin lights up at your arrival. a hint of annoyance crosses haechan's face before he seems to shake it off. jaemin doesn't know about you and haechan yet; he didn't get the chance to tell him.

you take the spot next to jaemin. haechan quickly slips between your legs, settling in a crisscross position. it's sweet, but you can't help but feel a bit self conscious with everyone watching. you adjust your sitting position, inadvertently brushing shoulders with jaemin.

this is your second time at their dorm; most of your tutoring sessions with haechan take place in the library. you've tried to avoid his place, not wanting to remember the hurtful remark he made about you to his friends—the "typical cheerleader playbook."

now, sitting here surrounded by his friends, you feel a wave of insecurity wash over you. do they really think you're like that? the thought gnaws at you, filling your mind with a barrage of what-ifs. what if they know about your secret hookups with haechan? you feel small and out of place, the weight of their potential judgments pressing down on you.

what if they believe you're just using him? the notion makes your stomach churn. if that's the case, then what does haechan really want? everything seemed perfect between you two, but now that one question lingers at the back of your mind—what do you want? and what does he want?

you're on the verge of spiraling when jaemin's voice pulls you back to reality.

“y/n?”

“wha—yeah?” you blink, a little dazed.

“everything okay? you looked kinda lost there.”

“yeah, everything's fine. were you saying something?”

“i offered you a blanket. wanna share?”

you feel haechan shift uncomfortably under you, but you manage a small nod.

“sure, thanks,” you say, your voice softer than usual. maybe it's the proximity of jaemin's face or the guilt gnawing at you because haechan's by your feet, and you can't seem to give him the same attention. it's like you're trying too hard to hide your secret hookups with haechan, but in doing so, you're overcompensating with jaemin.

jaemin smiles at you—that cute smile that makes his eyes sparkle—and it makes your stomach twist. it's the same smile that makes you feel sick with guilt. he reaches for the bowl of popcorn beside him and offers it to you. “popcorn?”

before you can answer, haechan cuts in, his voice sharp.

“she won't be eating that—here, this is gonna melt if you don't eat it.” he hands you a tub of ice cream, the one he promised you days ago. you look at him, feeling the corners of your mouth tug up into a soft smile. you're not sure if it's because of the ice cream or the way haechan's trying to remind you of your connection.

“it's fine. i'll have some later,” you say to jaemin, feeling a bit guilty. you don't want to reject his offer entirely, so you add, “would you like to share?”

haechan deflate under you, his eyes narrowing as he rolls them and mutters something under his breath, clearly annoyed. he even mimics what you said, quietly mocking your words. it stings him to see you so quickly offer to share something with jaemin, especially after he went out of his way to bring you ice cream. the thought festers in his mind—you'll share with jaemin but not me? seriously?

you're too focused on keeping up appearances to address haechan's annoyance directly, though. sitting next to jaemin, with haechan's head resting near your legs, it feels like you're trapped in some weird balancing act. you hope that sitting next to jaemin is a good enough excuse for why you can't let haechan coddle you too much. you can't think straight with him so close.

less than half an hour into the movie, jaemin's getting a bit too close for comfort. his shoulder brushes against yours every time he moves, and his knee presses into yours thanks to the cramped space on the couch. it's all subtle, but enough to make you notice, especially with haechan's eyes flicking your way every few minutes, pretending not to notice—but you know he does.

suddenly, haechan speaks up. “do you guys want a refill?” he points at the two empty bowls of popcorn sitting on the table in front of you.

johnny jumps in, “yeah, and grab some sodas while you're up.”

haechan stands up, and his eyes land on you, holding your gaze for a moment longer than he probably should. “come help me,” he says, though the tone of his voice suggests it's more of an expectation than a suggestion.

you hesitate for a second, then nod. he's clearly looking for an excuse to get you alone, away from jaemin's attention, and you can't blame him. you follow him out of the living room and into the kitchen, feeling the slight weight of the tension between you both. it's quiet at first, the only sound being haechan grabbing a fresh bag of popcorn and loading it into the microwave.

leaning against the counter, you watch him as he fiddles with the microwave, neither of you speaking.

finally, he breaks the silence. “what was all that about?”

you blink, caught off guard. “what do you mean?”

he doesn't look at you, just keeps staring at the microwave. “you and jaemin,”

you feel a flicker of defensiveness but try to keep your voice calm. “we're sitting on a couch, hyuck. it's cramped. i wasn't doing anything.”

he finally turns to face you, eyes searching yours. there's something in his expression that's hard to read—irritation, maybe?

“it didn't feel like nothing,” he says quietly.

you feel a sudden rush of anger rising in your chest. what the hell is he mad about? you think to yourself, frustration bubbling up.

“first of all, there's no 'me and jaemin,' if that's what you think.” your voice is sharper than you intend, but you can't help it. “it's just a casual hangout, right? and second—why are you being such a dick to me right now?”

haechan scoffs, running a hand through his hair, visibly frustrated. “me? that's on you, y/n.” he pauses, eyes flicking to yours. "i thought we—”

“what, haechan? what did you think?” you snap back, rubbing your temples as a headache starts to creep in. you're tired. between school assignments piling up, nonstop practice, and the sheer weight of everything going on in your life, this confrontation is the last thing you need right now. you're starting to regret even coming here if it's all going to end in a fight over something that doesn't even make sense.

haechan exhales, his voice rising with frustration. “goddammit, y/n, i fucking like you, okay? why do you think i invited you over tonight?”

his words slam into you, and suddenly, everything goes quiet inside your head. you freeze, your heart stuttering in your chest as you stare at him, wide eyed. no, you think to yourself, your pulse speeding up. not again.

“i wanted to confess, but here you are all over star boy.” his voice is bitter, cutting through the air. you don't know what hurts more—him assuming the worst or the fact that he's saying it like it's all your fault.

“you told me it was to celebrate—”

“i like you, y/n,” haechan repeats, his voice softer this time, stepping toward you. “and i assumed you liked me too . . . right?”

he reaches out to grab your hands, but instinctively, you take a step back. your mind is racing.

“you're sure about that?” your voice wavers, but you force the words out anyway.

“you're sure you want to be with someone who's just 'using you to get into other people's pants'?”you quote his words, throwing them back at him, your heart shattering as the memory of his careless comment floods back.

fear spreads through you, twisting up in your gut. “are you sure you want to be with the 'typical cheerleader' you warned your friends about?”

haechan's face falls, his eyes widening as the weight of his words sinks in. the realisation hits him—you heard everything he'd said about you. “no, no-baby, i didn't mean—” he steps closer again, but you pull away further, your voice breaking now.

“do you still want to be with me?” you ask, choking on the words as tears blur your vision. “when you think i'm just using you to get closer to your friends? that i'm going to break your heart?”

you can't hold it together anymore, and before you know it, you're sobbing, the pain and confusion tearing you apart.

his expression softens immediately, the frustration melting away, replaced with guilt and panic. “baby, look at me” he pleads, his voice gentle now, desperate.

he reaches out, trying to pull you closer, but you step back again, your heart too shattered to let him in. “y/n, princess, i didn't mean any of that, i swear.”

he moves closer, his hands trembling as he gently takes your face between them, forcing you to meet his gaze. “i don't care about what i said before. i was an idiot. i don't care about what anyone else thinks. i want you. just you.”

but it feels like the damage is done. you pull away, stepping back from him, arms wrapped tightly around yourself, trying to hold together the pieces that are already starting to crumble.

“then why would you say that about me?” you whisper, voice broken. “why would you ever make me feel like i'm just another girl to you?”

haechan's face crumples, and he looks at you like he's seeing the full impact of his words for the first time. “i don't know,” he mutters, barely loud enough for you to hear. “i was stupid. jealous. i thought . . . i don't know what i thought. but i didn't mean any of it.”

you wipe at your eyes, trying to catch your breath, but it feels impossible. everything hurts, and you can't stop the sobs from breaking through. you want to believe him, you really do, but the sting of his words is still fresh. too fresh.

“give me some time to think—”

“i messed up so badly. i don't even know where to start. i hurt you, and i can't take that back, no matter how much i want to. you didn't deserve any of it-none of the things i said, none of the ways i treated you. i was too caught up in my own bullshit to see you for who you really are. i had this twisted idea of you in my head, and i let that poison everything between us. and now i've ruined it. i'm sorry . . . i'm so fucking sorry. i don't expect you to forgive me, but i can't stand the thought of you walking away thinking that i didn't care, or that you were just another game to me. you were never that. you were never that to me.”

this time, you didn't pull away as he gently wiped the tears streaming down your face. the warmth of his touch contrasted sharply with the pain still gnawing at your heart. “i wouldn't blame you if you think i'm a bad person . . .”

“no, y/n, you're not a bad person. not even close. you're—”he paused, searching for the right words, his eyes softening as they locked onto yours. “you're the sweetest angel i know. you have this way of making everyone around you feel special. i've always admired that about you.”

“haechan . . .”

“and you're funny too,” he added, curving into a smile. “a little careless sometimes, but that’s not the point.”

he took a deep breath, his expression softening. “you make it so easy to fall for you. you’re smart—okay, maybe i’m smarter, but—”

“haechan,” you interrupted, unable to suppress a laugh as you lightly hit his arm. the playful exchange began to ease the tension.

“what? just speaking the truth,” he replied. then he looked at you, his expression a mix of hope and uncertainty.

“do you . . . like me too?” he asked, fidgeting slightly, as if the question itself was a fragile thing.

in that moment, you felt as if you were drowning in a tidal wave of emotions. the weight of your feelings threatened to pull you under. it annoyed you how easily you wore your heart on your sleeve.

“i do,” you admitted, your voice trembling a little. “i really like you, lee haechan.”

his smile was bright and genuine for a heartbeat, but it faltered just as quickly.

“but like i said, i need some time to think.”

he took a deep breath, his expression softening again as he continued, “take as much time as you need. i’ll always be here waiting for you. i will wait for you, poms.” his gaze drifted to your lips, lingering for a moment, but he held himself back.

“see you around, hyuck,” you said, forcing a smile despite the turmoil inside.

“yeah, see you. take care,” he replied as you turned to leave.

with one last look, you slipped out of the dorm, careful not to draw attention from the other boys. the moment you stepped outside, the floodgates opened, and tears streamed down your cheeks, mingling with the rain pouring from the dark sky.

you walked and walked until you couldn’t muffle your cries anymore, and all that escaped was a sob.

it felt like goodbye.

──

days blurred into weeks, daylight faded into dark skies, but it felt like forever since you last spoke with him. the silence between you wasn’t easy, but it was necessary. you figured this was the best way to give yourself some space to think.

of course, you’d seen him around. glances shared in passing, a fleeting brush of eye contact. you could feel him holding back, giving you the distance you needed, though his presence always seemed just within reach. like some strange law of the universe, it felt like the more you tried to avoid someone, the more they showed up in your life.

there he was, at every corner, and in every room.

now, sitting alone outside the convenience store, the neon lights flickering above you, you stared blankly into your cup of ramen. the steam curled into the cool night air, disappearing as quickly as it rose. it was a small ritual, something you’d found comfort in lately—a temporary escape.

the noodles had gone soft, but you didn’t care. it wasn’t really about the food, anyway.

the soft ding of a bell pulled you out of your thoughts, signaling someone had just stepped out of the convenience store. you didn’t bother to look up, figuring it was just another passerby.

“y/n? hey there!”

the voice startled you, and when you looked up, there he was—jaemin, flashing his usual bright smile as he spotted you.

he looked genuinely happy to see you, and for a moment, you almost forgot about everything weighing you down. “oh, hey,” you mumbled, trying to muster a smile in return, though it didn’t quite reach your eyes.

jaemin took a few steps closer, eyeing your sad cup of ramen before sitting down beside you without hesitation. “thought i'd run into you eventually.”

jaemin had that way about him—light and easy, like he could chase away the heaviness with just a few words. but even that didn’t take away the sinking feeling in your chest. not tonight.

even his usual playfulness dimming a bit when he noticed the distant look on your face. “you good?”

“yeah,” you muttered, swirling the noodles around with your chopsticks. you didn't know what else to say.

he raised an eyebrow, letting out a breathy laugh, the kind that signaled he wasn’t buying it. “you know, this feels way too familiar,”

the boy glanced at you from under his lashes, stirring his ramen like it was no big deal, but you could hear the teasing in his voice. “it's like deja vu. i swear i asked you the same thing the other day, and you gave me the exact same answer.”

you paused for a second, realizing he was right. you’d been dodging the same question every time. you had brushed it off then, just like now, pretending nothing was wrong when everything felt wrong. busted.

a quiet laugh escaped your lips, the kind that comes from recognizing something too familiar. “yeah, i remember.”

jaemin nudged your arm lightly, a small smile playing on his lips. “haechan told me everything,” he said, his voice casual but with a hint of curiosity. “how’d it go?”

the moment his name left jaemin’s mouth, a sharp ache twisted in your chest. it didn’t take long for the pain to spread, and suddenly, it felt like the walls were closing in. your heart raced, breath hitching as you fought to keep your composure. but it was no use; you couldn’t breathe, couldn’t focus. everything crashed down all over again.

jaemin's smile faded when he saw you breaking right in front of him. his arm instinctively wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you close. “hey, hey,” he said softly, trying to offer comfort. but that only made it worse. the warmth of his arm, the concern in his voice—it broke the dam.

tears fell faster, and before you could stop them, you were crying into his side.

“this is embarrassing,” you muttered, laughing weakly between sobs as you wiped at your face. “i’m sorry, jaemin. i’m all over the place right now.”

“hey, no, don’t apologize,” he gently said, rubbing your arm in small circles. “it's okay. i’m all ears. whenever you're ready, i’m here.”

jaemin stayed quiet as you took a deep breath, trying to organize your thoughts, wiping the last of your tears with the back of your hand. once you started talking, though, everything just spilled out—things you hadn’t even realized you’d been holding back.

“i don’t know what to do,” you confessed, your voice shaky as you avoided jaemin's eyes. “i like him so much it scares me. i’ve never let anyone get this close to me this fast. and i just—” you stopped, your chest tightening as you tried to find the right words. “i can’t stop thinking about how much it’s going to hurt.”

jaemin’s eyes softened, but he stayed quiet, letting you continue.

“because if i let myself be with him . . . i know i won’t ever want to leave. and that’s terrifying. i’ve been here before, and it always ends the same way.”

you sniffled again, voice cracking with emotion. “i’ll end up breaking his heart—before he even gets the chance to break mine. not because i don’t care, but because i’m scared. scared i’ll ruin everything just because i can’t deal with my own fears.”

you felt your throat close up, and the weight of those words sat heavy in the air between you and jaemin. you hadn’t meant to spill so much, to admit to things you barely let yourself think about. but here you were, the raw fear and confusion hanging on your every word.

“i’m scared,” you whispered, finally looking up at jaemin. “i’m scared i’ll ruin everything because i don’t know how to just . . . let myself be happy without worrying about it all crashing down.”

jaemin was quiet for a while after you poured your heart out, his eyes never leaving your face. you could see the wheels turning in his head, absorbing everything you had just laid bare, taking it all in. he leaned back a little, letting out a slow breath before finally speaking.

“i get it,” he said softly, his voice careful, measured. “i get why you're scared. it’s natural to want to protect yourself. but . . .” he paused, looking at you as if he was searching for the right words, something that would cut through the fog in your mind.

“haechan’s a good guy, y/n. you know that.” his tone was soft but firm. “he’s one of the few people who would never hurt you intentionally. and i think that’s why you’re scared, isn’t it? because you know how good he is—and how good he could be for you.”

his words hung in the air, the truth of them settling deep in your chest.

“and listen,” he continued, leaning in a little, his gaze intense but gentle, “the fact that you’re scared, that you feel this much—it’s not a reason to run. it’s the reason to stay.”

you blinked, his words striking something raw in you. stay?

“if you didn’t care this much, if you didn’t feel so deeply, then yeah, maybe it’d be easier to walk away. but that’s not the case, is it? you do care. and that’s exactly why you shouldn’t leave.”

you felt your breath catch, the weight of his words sinking in. he was right. every feeling you had, every fear, every bit of confusion—it wasn’t a reason to run. it was a sign that you were in too deep, yes, but that didn’t have to be a bad thing.

jaemin’s voice softened, his hand resting on your arm. “look, you’re afraid because this is real. because you’re letting yourself be vulnerable, and that’s terrifying. but haechan . . . he’s worth it, isn’t he?”

you nodded silently, the lump in your throat growing. he was worth it. and maybe that’s what scared you the most.

“i can’t tell you what to do,” jaemin said, his voice gentle now, “but i can tell you this: if you walk away now, you might save yourself some pain in the short term. but you’ll miss out on something real, something that could actually make you happy. and in the end, that’s the kind of regret that sticks with you, you know?”

his words hit hard, the truth of them cutting through the noise in your head. he wasn’t pushing you. he wasn’t telling you what to do. but he was laying it all out there, clear as day. and you realized, in that moment, how right he was.

you nodded again, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. “i’m just scared,” you whispered.

jaemin smiled softly, his hand squeezing your shoulder reassuringly. “being scared isn’t a bad thing. it just means it matters. but if you care about him as much as you say, then maybe it’s time to stop running from it. maybe it’s time to let yourself have something good for a change.”

he leaned back, giving you space, but his eyes never lost their warmth. “whenever you’re ready,” he said quietly, “he’ll be there. just don’t let fear make the decision for you.”

you swallowed hard, a sad smile tugging at your lips. “you’re right . . . thank you, jaemin.” the words came out quieter than you intended, but they were genuine. then, almost shyly, you asked, “c-can i hug you?”

“bring it in, pom poms,” he said, haechan’s playful nickname for you slipping out as he opened his arms wide. you couldn’t help but laugh, diving into his embrace, letting the warmth of the hug settle over you like a blanket of comfort.

“jaemin?” you asked softly, barely letting go of him.

he hummed in response, waiting.

“i’m sorry,” you whispered, your voice cracking slightly.

he didn’t need to ask why. the understanding was written all over his face, and for a fleeting moment, you saw a flicker of something deeper in his eyes—a longing, a hope, something unsaid that hung in the air like a fragile thread. but he quickly masked it, forcing a smile that felt more like a shield.

“all good, y/n,” he said, his tone gentle yet heavy with the weight of what was left unspoken. “it lasted short, but i’m happy i got to spend some time with you—even if it was just as a friend.”

his words struck a chord deep within you, sending a ripple of guilt through your heart. it didn’t feel like it could ever be enough to cover the complexity of what jaemin had just quietly endured. your apology felt like a band-aid over a wound that needed more than just a quick fix. you were grateful for his kindness, for his patience, for the way he seemed to understand without needing anything in return. he had always been there, a steady presence, never demanding more than you were able to give.

but it wasn’t enough. it could never be enough.

“go get your man,” he teased, his grin softening the tension in the air.

you let out a real laugh this time, feeling some of the heaviness lift. “thank you, jaemin,” you said again, the words carrying more weight now, more meaning. you gave him one last squeeze, holding on a little longer, trying to convey everything you couldn’t say in words.

with a smile and a final glance back, you walked away, ready to find your way back to haechan.

──

“he's out right now, but he should be back soon.” johnny stood by the door, gesturing for you to come inside. he gave you a reassuring smile. “make yourself at home. i'm heading out anyway—hope you don’t mind being here alone.”

“oh, no, it's fine.” you hesitated, glancing around the familiar space. “but are you sure it’s okay for me to be here?”

johnny chuckled, grabbing his keys. “poms, you’ve been here before. don’t worry. i’ll catch you later!” he gave a casual wave before shutting the door behind him, leaving you alone in the quiet dorm.

you sat down on the couch, feeling the weight of the silence. minutes passed, and still no sign of haechan. you started fidgeting, glancing at the door every few seconds, wondering if you should just leave. the longer it stayed quiet, the more your thoughts spiraled. what if he didn’t want to see you anymore? what if he changed his mind?

your stomach twisted as you stood from the couch, deciding maybe it was better to come back tomorrow when it wasn’t so late. you reached for the door handle, ready to leave, when you heard the sound of keys jangling outside. the door creaked open, and—

there he was.

haechan stood in the doorway, looking completely caught off guard. no polished outfit, no sharp looks—just him in an oversized hoodie, glasses, shorts, and sandals, and yet somehow, he looked just as irresistible.

“y/n?” he said, eyes wide.

“haechan?” you stammered, feeling your heart race.

“y/n?!” he blinked, as if still processing the fact that you were standing there.

“that’s me!”

before either of you could say anything else, you threw yourself into his arms. haechan caught you instantly, his arms wrapping around you as if he’d been waiting for this. your lips met in a soft, yet eager kiss. it wasn’t rushed or desperate—just two people who missed each other. his lips molded perfectly with yours, his hand sliding to the back of your head to pull you in closer, while your arms tightened around his neck.

you could feel him smile into the kiss, like he was still processing that you were really here, in his arms. when you finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his breath mingling with yours in the quiet, warm moment.

“i can’t believe you’re here,” he whispered, his voice soft, filled with affection. like he couldn’t quite wrap his head around it.

“believe it,” you replied, eyes locked on his, voice steady despite the rush of nerves. “because i’m staying.”

before you could say another word, he attacked you with light, fluttering kisses all over your face—your cheeks, your forehead, down to your neck. you squealed, trying to scold him, but the ticklish sensation overpowered any attempt at seriousness. your laughter spilled into the room, filling the quiet with warmth.

“say it, baby,” haechan murmured, pausing just enough to meet your eyes, his gaze holding an entire universe of emotion, as if you were the only thing that mattered to him.

your heart swelled, and with the butterflies still dancing in your stomach, you whispered, “i want to be with you.”

“i wanna be with you too, poms,” he replied, his voice soft yet sure. his eyes glimmered in the dim light of the room, catching the glow of the streetlights filtering through the window. to him, your face was like the soft glow of the moon—steady, calm, and beautiful in a way that made his heart race.

“does this mean you’ll be mine?”

you giggled, unable to hold back the joy bubbling inside you. “i think i’ve been yours for a while now, nerd.”

the look on his face was pure joy, like he couldn’t believe his luck. his eyes sparkled, wide and excited, as if he’d been waiting for this moment forever. but you barely had a second to take it all in before he leaned in, his lips crashing against yours again.

this kiss felt different—deeper, more intense. it wasn’t just a kiss anymore; it was a need, a rush that made your heart pound and your knees weak. you could feel him pulling you closer, like he wanted to melt into you, and suddenly, words didn’t matter. it was all about the way his lips fit yours perfectly, like this was exactly where they were meant to be.

when you finally pulled back to catch your breath, a flicker of doubt washed over you. that familiar voice of insecurity whispered in your mind, making your chest feel tight.

“you'll lead me, right?” you asked softly, your voice barely above a whisper.

the fear of the unknown tugged at your heart, but before you could say anything else, haechan’s lips were on yours again.

he didn’t answer with words—just kissed you again, gentle but firm, as if trying to reassure you without saying a thing.

you pulled back slightly, eyes searching his for something more. “what if i mess this up?”

kiss.

what if i don’t know what to do?”

another kiss. this time slower, deeper, like he wanted to kiss away the doubt building inside you.

“what if—”you couldn’t even finish the sentence before his lips were on yours again, cutting off your thoughts, as if telling you that there was nothing to worry about.

“i’ve got you,” he whispered between kisses. “i'll always lead you.”

haechan didn’t let go, not for a second. his lips stayed pressed to yours as he walked you through the house, one hand firmly on your waist, the other reaching out, fumbling for the bedroom door. when he finally found it, he pushed the door open and walked you back until your legs hit the edge of the bed. he pulled away just long enough to lay you down gently, his eyes scanning over you, filled with awe.

“my beautiful angel,” he whispered.

your cheeks burned as you started to pull off your clothes, and haechan followed suit, though he kept pausing to watch you. you couldn’t help the soft moan that escaped your lips when you caught sight of him—his thick length, standing proud with its pretty pink tip glistening from his arousal.

your thighs instinctively squeezed together at the sight.

“fuck,” he rasped, eyes dark with desire. “i’m never letting you run away again.”

you spread your legs wide open, feeling eager and ready for him. haechan didn't waste a moment; he dove in, pressing a hot kiss to your sensitive clit, sucking it into his mouth and letting it go with a wet pop.

“you taste so good. i can't wait to have you, beautiful,” he murmured.

his sweet words had you floating, even though your body was practically screaming for him. how did he manage to sound so soft when things were about to get so dirty?

“hyuck . . . please–”

haechan brought his hands to either side of your head, your faces just inches apart. he looked into your eyes, before bringing one hand down to align his cock with your entrance.

“breathe, baby,” he said softly. with that, he slipped the head of his cock up and down your folds, gathering your wetness as he brushed past your clit, sending jolts of pleasure through you.

with a soft sigh, he finally pushed the tip past your folds, looking deeply into your eyes as he paused, waiting for your signal to continue.

your muscles suddenly clenched at the entrance, and your hands shot up to grip his shoulders.

“you okay, baby?” he asked, concern lacing his voice.

“yeah, just—” you closed your eyes, taking a deep breath to steady yourself, then softened your grip.

“why do you feel so . . . big?” you asked, a hint of disbelief in your tone. last time had felt rushed, but this time, you were fully aware of him stretching you, and your pussy was tight.

haechan chuckled softly. “you're taking it so well, little champ.” he held his hips still, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. “i'm gonna go slow.”

you nodded, letting your hands relax to rest on his chest, feeling his heart race beneath your fingertips. the stretch of his tip had settled inside you, and you could feel the pressure easing around him. you couldn't shake the thought that he was huge—you always knew he was—but you didn't remember it feeling quite like this. and honestly, you loved every bit of it.

painstakingly slowly, haechan shifted his hips, sliding his cock into you. your mouth fell open, first in a silent scream, then letting out a choked moan as your wetness welcomed him deeper.

when he finally bottomed out inside you, the feeling was overwhelming. he pressed soft kisses across your open mouth, each one igniting a spark of warmth that spread through your body. this felt different from before—so much more intimate. you might actually consider this your favorite experience yet.

it was soft, tender, and filled with a sense of love that made your heart race.

“you like my cock inside you, baby? does it feel good?”

“yes— fuck, feel so good inside me. please—please move,” you breathed, the words spilling out in a desperate whisper.

“look at me while i fuck you,” he commanded, his gaze locked onto yours. he slowly pulled himself nearly all the way out, then slid back in, a steady rhythm building between you.

each thrust had you feeling more and more overwhelmed, your body responding instinctively to him. you could feel the sweat beading on your brow, your bottom lip caught between your teeth, and the way your shallow breaths began to crescendo into soft whimpers.

your heat was unbelievably tight around him, drawing him closer to the edge faster than he wanted. haechan's eyes darkened with desire as he lifted his right index finger, bringing it to your clit and rubbing slow, careful circles around it. the sudden sensation forced your back into a strained arch, your toes curling in response. the heat radiated between you, and you pressed your chest flush against his, feeling the hard peaks of your nipples stimulate against his skin, heightening every sensation.

“just like that, baby,” he murmured. “you're so tight. you gonna come?”

tears brimmed in your eyes as an orgasm more intense than any you'd ever felt threatened to spill over the edge. you felt that familiar tightening in your core, building pressure that was almost overwhelming.

“f–fuck, i'm gonna cum— ngh!” you moaned, your voice trembling.

“you know what to do. cum,” he urged, his tone both commanding and sweet.

a stinging sound rang in your ears as the fireworks in your stomach finally went off. your hands gripped the bedsheets, and your head fell back, letting out moans that matched haechan's rhythm as he thrust in and out of you. the pressure kept building, but his finger on your clit stopped moving, making you grind against him even though the sensitivity was almost too much to handle.

“come inside me, hyuck . . . 'm on birth control,” you panted, your breath coming in short gasps.

as soon as you gave your permission, he came hard and fast inside you. his thick cock pulsed, filling you with warmth, and his hips stuttered through the end of his climax. you could feel every twitch, every spurt of him deep inside, and it sent another wave of pleasure crashing over you.

once he was finally empty, he collapsed on top of you, your chests pressed together, slick with sweat. “you're fucking perfect, so, so good for me.”

you hummed softly in response, nuzzling your nose against haechan's neck, making him giggle. was this really the same guy who had just made you cum so hard?

he suddenly pulled away, excusing himself to check his phone on the nightstand. his expression went blank as he stared at the screen.

“hyuck? everything okay?” you asked, a hint of worry creeping into your voice.

then, without warning, he erupted into laughter, his whole body shaking. he pointed his phone at you, and you leaned in to read the text.

it was from johnny, asking him to let him know when you two were done fucking because he had left his wallet in the room. you stared at haechan, bewildered for a moment, before you joined in on the laughter, both of you collapsing onto the bed in a fit of giggles.

after the laughter died down, you sighed, the comfortable silence between you settling in. but not without a quick trip to the bathroom to clean up. you exchanged quiet smiles as you wiped each other off and returned to the bed, curling into one another under the covers. his warmth was familiar, comforting, and it felt like home.

haechan pulled you close, wrapping his arm around your waist and letting out a soft, content sigh.

“hi, girlfriend,” he said, like he was testing out the word for the first time.

you tilted your head up, meeting his eyes as a small smile played on your lips. “hi, boyfriend.”

for a moment, the room was still, just the sound of your breathing filling the space. then haechan spoke again, his voice even softer now, as if he were speaking a truth he'd always known but never said aloud. “i guess we found each other.”

you felt your chest tighten in the best way, the warmth of his words wrapping around your heart. “we fit each other,” you whispered back, your fingers lightly tracing patterns on his chest.

“like a nerd and a . . . well, maybe not the smartest girl,” you teased.

he chuckled, shaking his head lightly. “nah, baby, you're smart where it counts. i'm the brains, and you're the— uh . . . everything else,” he said with a grin, his hand coming up to gently cup your cheek.

“whatever you say,” you laughed quietly, pressing a kiss to his jaw.

with him, everything just fit.

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slut me out | njm x fem!reader

i.e you needed to give your situationship the time of his life after seeing his instagram story.

word count: 2.8k (not proof read)

content warning: situationship, open ending, smut lol, oral (m. rec.), fingering (f. rec.), explicit sex, unprotected sex(no!), creampie, lmk if i missed anything thanks!

author's note: two fics in one day! can we believe this LOL. would you guys be surprised if i said that i have a mark one that i'm hoping to finish and it'll be queued up for tomorrow morning/afternoon. i hope you all enjoy this fic and as always, dedicated to my crazy and delusional bffs. likes & reblogs are appreciated as always. requests are open till october 5th! i'm still working on my jay fic, and hoping to have that out by tuesday!!

“you’re fucking crazy,” you said once the phone picked up after the first ring, “you can delete that story, i saw it.”

jaemin let out a hearty laugh, “hmm? but jisungie looks so cute, what if one of my followers wants me to put them on with him?”

you jeer, fingering hovering over the red button on the screen, “you definitely could’ve posted him without making sure your shirt is unbuttoned and they can see the chain that i bought you peeking through. what if they’re crazy like me?”

“don’t worry, nobody has you beat in that department.” jaemin added quickly, “you can come over if you want.”

did you want to? absolutely. you needed to rock his world so hard that it was likely to be rated a category 9.5 earthquake.

“you can come to me,” you quipped back, “and hurry up, i dont have a lot of patience. don’t change either.”

“you’re so demanding,” jaemin whined, a glint of playfulness evident in his voice, “i have to stop at my other hoe’s house first, but i’ll be there.”

“not even funny.” you hung up the phone, rolling your eyes.

focusing back on your room, you jumped up in a panic. you needed to change and also pick up the clothes you had thrown all over the place.

realistically, you didn’t know if jaemin was kidding about seeing somebody else first, but if he wasn’t, you had about twenty minutes including traffic before he got to your place.

you shoved all the loose piece of clothing into whatever drawer or laundry basket they would fit into. doing a once over your room, you were satisfied with what you were able to do.

looking at your floor length mirror, you didn’t care too much about what you had on. a big t-shirt with snoopy playing baseball on the front.

easy access for jaemin, but you should probably change your dingy halloween panties from victoria secret into something cute.

perhaps pink? that seemed on brand for tonight’s theme.

you were digging through your underwear drawer looking for that lacey pink thong you got from the mall a few weeks ago when you heard a knock on your door.

“fuck,” you said, slamming the drawer shut to no avail and rubbing your hands down your hair to smooth out any frizz, “fuck.”

the knocking got louder, causing you to practically trip on air as you ran to grab the door.

“took your sweet time letting me in,” jaemin pouted. leaning against the doorframe when you opened it, “that mad at me?”

rolling your eyes, you pulled him in by his silky pajama shirt and closing the door behind him, “guess she wasn’t that good if you got here within the same hour of calling.”

jaemin smiled, dropping down onto your couch and sliding his shoes off, “i’d say she was pretty damn good if i got done quickly and i’m not here.”

you crossed your arms, scoffing at his comment and began to walk to your bedroom.

“you’re such a dick.”

“i heard that,” he said, jumping off the couch to chase behind you, “i'm just kidding y/n, you know it's just you."

"are you sure? cause you keep making comments about other girls, are you trynna compensate? i don't care if you see other people."

jaemin laughed at you for the nth time this evening, making you want to just slam your bedroom door in his face and lock him out, but unfortunately for you, seeing jaemin in those pink pajamas and gold chain sent you into borderline ovulation.

you grabbed jaemin by the arm, leading him to sit on your bed and standing between his legs.

"it's just you," jaemin reassured, a hand coming up to rub your hip gently, "just like driving you crazy 'cause i know you're really fucking insane."

jaemin got a whiff of your secret cloud perfume as you leaned down and kissed his neck gently.

"i'm going to turn you every way but loose tonight," you whispered into his ear, teeth grazing the shell of his ear, "and i'm gonna show you how insane i am over you."

a shiver went down jaemin's back as you kissed down his neck and to his adam's apple, making sure to suck dark marks into his skin before placing your lips on his.

his arms wrapped your waist, pulling you down into his lap as he deepened the kiss. your hands found their way entangled into his brunette locks, moaning as he slipped his tongue into your mouth.

the two of you fought for dominance over the kiss, though jaemin just wanted to put up a good fight before letting you win.

you then slipped your tongue into his mouth, removing your hands from his hair and moving them down to his shoulders.

you gently pushed him back and onto the mattress, letting your fingers skillfully undo his pajama shirt, enjoying the smooth silk under your fingertips before pulling the shirt open.

jaemin pressed his hips up, hoping to get a small bit of friction on his growing erection and moaning when you rut your own hips down.

pulling away from the kiss, your chest heaved as you did a lookover his body. his plush lips swollen and glossy with spit, dark splots decorating his skin from earlier, his own defined chest moving rapidly as he tried to catch his own breath.

"you look so pretty under me, jaem," you complimented, your fingers dancing across his exposed collarbones and down his gold chain, "a sight only i should be allowed to see."

jaemin exhaled heavily through his nose, "a sight only for you. . please, don't stop. i want you. . i need you so badly, y/n."

how could you deny such a request from a pretty boy completely at your disposal? you weren't a cruel or dumb woman, so of course you'll comply.

you leaned down to attach your lips to his collarbone, biting and sucking gently as you made your way down his chest.

moving the pink fabric away, you let your tongue teasingly flick at his nipple to elicit a whiny moan from his mouth before taking his nipple between your lips.

"fuck y/n," he groaned, "that feels so good."

smirking to yourself, you pull off and stand up. the boy's eyes widened, trying to hold back another whine because why did you pull off? and why are you standing?

"c'mon," jaemin said, voice cracking slightly, "don't be a tease."

"a tease?" you titled your head as he sat up on his elbows, "if you beg, i'll consider."

a bright red hue cascaded over jaemin's face at your request, but he couldn't get any more pathetic than he already looked.

"y/n," he pleaded, "please do something. i am so undeniably hard, and if i don't feel those pretty lips or pretty hands wrapped around my dick that i know you love, i will implode and you'll be out of a bomb dick appointment and home."

a laugh escaped, jaemin really knew what to say to make you give into him. it's why you liked him honestly. he was funny and charming, and did in fact have a great dick that drove you insane. you used to be normal before he stuck his dick in you.

jaemin reached forward, grabbing your hand and placing it over his boner. that action alone could've made you cum in your panties because pathetic jaemin was probably your favorite jaemin.

you instinctively wrapped your fingers around it the best you could while it was restrained in those silky pants, slowly jerking him off and watching a bead of precum stain the fabric.

"see how hard i am?" he asked, breathily, "all for you. all because of you."

stroking your ego was one of the many things jaemin was good at, so you decided to play nicely and give him something to relief this tension you could feel growing in his body.

"take 'em off," you said, releasing his cock from your grip, moving back to give him room, "show me that pretty dick, jaem."

if you weren't standing in front of him, you were sure he would've fell face forward onto your carpet from how fast he was trying to get his pants down and off his hips.

once they were at his thighs, you leaned forward and placed a chaste kiss on his lips before sinking down to your knees.

you were face to face with jaemin's cock, the tip an angry shade of red and precum still leaking from his slit.

spit began to pool inside your mouth the longer you looked at it, and you stuck your tongue out to swipe the precum dribbling from his cock.

jaemin moaned out, hands gripping the sheets beneath him, “stop. . put it in your mouth.”

you furrowed your eyebrows and looked up, “don’t make demands.”

the brunette’s jaw ticked, one hand coming up to your hair and the other grabbing the base of his dick.

he pushed your head back roughly, tapping the head of his cock on your lips and smearing more precum across, “don’t be a fucking tease.”

your eyes widened in surprise at the switch in jaemin's demeanor, but instead of giving him a hard time, you complied by opening your mouth for him.

without hesitation, jaemin shoved his cock into your mouth until it hit the back of your throat which caused you to gag and tears well up in your eyes.

"don't get sensitive now," he mumbled, swiping the tears from your face, "now be good and suck. show me why you're my favorite."

his favorite? you should been his fuckin' only like he said you were earlier. what is up with the inconsistency? he's gonna piss you off.

you used your tongue to lick the under part of his cock, pulling off to leave just the tip in your mouth.

jaemin's grip on your hair tightened, trying his best to let you have control, but wanting nothing more than to just fuck your throat until you're sobbing.

you pulled completely off his cock, bringing your hand to jerk him off while you used your tongue to lick a stripe on his balls and gently suck.

the brunette's eyes rolled back, a string of moans and high pitched whines leaving his throat as you continued to toy with his balls.

whenever your hand reached the tip, you would squeeze every so slightly, causing him to fuck into your hand.

jaemin was close, and you could tell by the way he was whimpering and trying to chase your hand.

you looked up at him, smiling to yourself before pulling off his dick completely, basking in his borderline sob at the loss of contact.

"why did you stop?" tears welled up in his eyes, feeling like he would explode, "you're so fuckin' mean."

cooing, you wiped tears away from his eyes like he did earlier, "cause i knew you were close, jaem."

he sniffled, grabbing you and pinning you down onto the bed in one swift motion.

sometimes, you forget how strong he can be, causing you to get even more wet if that was possible. your panties were sticking almost uncomfortably to your cunt, and you were hoping he would do something to relief that soon.

too lost in your own thoughts of pleasure, you didn't even realize jaemin was pulling your t-shirt up until the cool air hit your nipples.

he used his lithe digits to roll your perked nipples around, causing you to squeal at the contact.

"love the panties," jaemin teased, using one of his hands to snap the waistband against your skin, "so cute and so soaked. god, you really get off from anything as long as it's me, huh?"

"you fuckin' wish," you tried to bite, but it came out as a whimper when he pressed his hand against your core, allowing for some friction of pleasure.

"shhh," he said, "can't even muster an ounce of niceness when i'm about to fuck you?"

jaemin flicked your nipples, smirking at your almost pained moan before moving down to take your underwear off, eyes watching how they were sticking to your sopping cunt, "so wet for me, hm?"

you nodded your head in compliance this time, "all for you."

he swiped a finger up your slit, bringing it to his mouth and licking it clean, "taste so sweet, but act so so mean towards nana, wonder why that is?"

you huffed, hooking a heel behind his thigh and pulling him close so his cock would make some contact with your cunt, a noise escaping your throat when the tip came into rough contact with your clit.

"that needy? what was it you said earlier? beg. beg for it, dumb whore."

degrading was something you and jaemin never tried, but with how effortlessly it slipped out of his mouth, you wish he would've done it sooner.

"jaem," you grinded against his cock, "please fuck me, y'know you want to. please, i need it so badly."

jaemin just looked at you unimpressed, dragging his cock up and down your cunt, looking at how you falter when his tip catches your sensitive bundle of nerves, "beg more."

you wanted to burst into tears, he knows how much you want him, he can feel how wet you are and probably at more slickness slipping out as he teased you, "nana, please put it in. i'll stop being mean, promise. i need your cock--i need you. please fuck me."

his left hand came up to smooth your hair out, smiling all his pearls at you as he slowly pushed the fat tip of his cock into you, finally.

jaemin slowly pushed himself into your cunt, moaning at how easily you took his cock, letting his hand fall from your hair and place pressure on your clit.

"it's like you were made for me, fuck" he gritted his teeth, thrusting shallowly into you, "taking me so well every time, your cunt just fuckin' sucks me in.. ha."

all you could do was moan in response, eyes rolling back when jaemin's gold chain smacked you in the nose, "fuck, too good."

jaemin rubbed your clit roughly as he picked his pace up, hips snapping against yours as your arousal ran down your thighs and his balls, creating a wet sound between the two of you.

you clenched around jaemin's cock, letting out high pitched noises of pleasure as he fucked you harshly, the knot in your stomach tightening and traveling down your pelvis.

"fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck" you cried, placing your hand on his lower abdomen and trying to push him away, but he quickly snatched it and held it above your head, "jaem, fuck, please, it's too much."

jaemin ignored your pleas, "y'know you can take it, stop trying to run from it."

when jaemin snapped his hips harshly once more, you felt that knot in your stomach break and ecstasy overtake your senses.

you couldn't even muster the feeling of embarassment from how good you felt when liquid practically sprayed your thighs and jaemin's abdomen.

the boy tapped the head of his cock on your clit, groaning loudly as you continued to squirt before roughly showing himself back into you.

"jaemin," you squealed, back arching up, "i can't! i can't."

"you can," he said, fucking you harshly, feeling himself getting closer and closer, "and you will take this dick. you wanna whine about other people havin' it so bad, take it, slut."

with jaemin fucking you so soon after an intense orgasm, all you could do was sob and mumble his name. it wasn't going to take you long to cum again, and jaemin could tell about how you were clenching on his dick.

your fingers dug into his shoulders, creating red crescents as his chain smacked you over and over again, his orgasm approaching any second.

"i'm so close, angel." he whined, his thrusts starting to stutter and slow down, "fuck, can i come inside please?"

"o-of course," you nodded your head, your own orgasm approaching once more, "please cum in me."

one more snap of jaemin's hips and he let out a loud moan, stilling himself as white hot ropes of his cum began to fill you and create a creamy ring around his cock, "fuck, you were too good."

he began to thrust slowly to ride out your orgasms, kissing your forehead and whispering sweet praises into your ear.

once you pushed his chest away to let him know he was overstimulating you, he pulled out completely and laid next to you, chest heaving rapidly.

"y/n." he turned on his side, "i really do like you."

you smiled, grabbing his hand and intertwining your fingers, "i really like you too jaemin."

he pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek and pulled you closer to him, "it's always been just you."

end!

[rikupid]

[12:47] 💭 i think i should text my ex…

wc: 1.4k

warnings: ex bf!jaehyun x f!reader, nsfw (MDNI), car sex (why do i always end up here), unprotected sex, fingering, implied cheating (i do Not condone!!!!), breeding kink, use of pet names (baby, angel), teasing, light humiliation, light angst like blink and you’ll miss it type light

a/n: i’ve been so crazy over jaehyun recently anf this was the result…. silly hard hour to let u all know i want Him so BAD……. i listened to smoke and roses on repeat while writing this im NOT OKAY!!!!

“you know we shouldn’t be—fuck, jae,” you gasp, letting your head fall back against the seat. jaehyun’s lips trail along your neck, leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses all over your skin.

“shouldn’t be what?” jaehyun mumbles between kisses, nipping at the corner of your jaw. “you’re the one that called me, desperate and whining for my attention,” he teases with a laugh.

“just—just don’t leave any marks,” you whine, proving his point further, and carding your fingers through his hair with a gentle tug. your pussy throbs as he pushes you further and further down into the seat, body pressing hotly against yours, and overwhelming your senses to the point where you can hardly think.

“a hickey will be the least of your problems once i’m done with you, baby,” jaehyun says, pulling away from your neck with one last kiss. he grinds his hips into yours, pressing his hard-on against your throbbing core. “what’s he gonna think when he sees you later, hm?”

small waves of guilt wash over your body from jaehyun’s words, settling deep inside your belly and threatening to make you think about him, your boyfriend who barely pays you any attention. he’s sweet, takes care of you when you need it, but his attention is always elsewhere.

on nights like these, where your boyfriend could care less about what you’re doing, you always find yourself craving jaehyun’s attention instead.

“it doesn’t matter what he thinks,” you whine again, wrapping your arms around his neck and forcing yourself to forget about him. besides, jaehyun’s ruined you for any other man, fucking you stupid with his cock until all you can think about is him, repeating his name like a mantra.

“yeah,” jaehyun breathes, easily agreeing. his hands grope at the skin of your thighs and tease dangerously along the top of your panties, making your breath hitch with anticipation. “i’ll fuck you so good you forget about that stupid boyfriend of yours,” he says with a smug grin, sitting up and pulling down your panties.

“please,” you beg, lifting your hips to help him, “need your cock so bad, jae.”

jaehyun shushes you, circling your clit with two gentle fingers. “i know, baby,” he coos, his eyes fixated on your pussy and watching as it glistens with how wet you are. “you missed my cock that badly?”

“missed it so much,” you moan, nodding your head and rolling your hips desperately into his hand, overwhelmed from the smallest bits of pleasure. jaehyun’s fingers dip between the folds of your pussy, trailing down to tease at your hole by just barely pushing the tips of his fingers in.

you whine at his teasing, frustrated and desperate for him to do something. “please, jaehyun,” you cry, hole fluttering around the tips of his fingers as your body begs to be filled.

“so fucking wet,” jaehyun mumbles, ignoring your pleas and pushing two fingers deep inside your pussy. “i could probably fuck you right now with how wet you are, baby. don’t even need my fingers to fit inside this tight little hole—fuck,” he groans, cock straining against the fabric of his jeans as he pumps his fingers in and out.

“jaehyun!” you gasp, his words making you burn hot with desire. his fingers curl deep inside you, causing you to throw your head back with a loud moan.

“just a little more,” jaehyun says, slipping in a third finger. “tell me how bad you want my cock and then maybe i’ll fuck you like you deserve,” he continues, dragging out his teasing and leaning down to nip at your jaw again.

“want your cock so bad, jae, please!” you beg, growing increasingly more frustrated because jaehyun’s too busy playing one of his stupid games to give you what you want.

part of you thinks that the push and pull between the two of you is why you were never bound to work. but, another part of you thinks that it’s exactly why you keep coming back, despite swearing that you’d never see his face again. jaehyun’s always been like an itch you can’t scratch, a craving you were never supposed to have.

he’s imprinted on you, wether you like it or not, and you’ll never find someone who makes you feel the way he does.

“i got you, pretty girl,” jaehyun mumbles into your jaw, biting once more before he pulls away, taking his fingers out and reaching down to palm his bulge. he works quickly to unzip his jeans and pull his boxers down, sighing when his cock springs free.

jaehyun’s big, always has been, and your pussy throbs as you imagine what it’ll feel like to finally have his cock inside you again, filling you up and stuffing you to the brim.

he spits into the palm of his hand before wrapping it around the base of his cock, slicking up his length with a quiet moan. jaehyun then grabs the tip of his cock and teases it along your hole before finally pushing in, bottoming out in just one thrust.

“oh fuuck,” you moan, long and drawn out as he fills you up, hole stretching around the thickness of his cock.

“missed this pussy so much,” jaehyun groans, slowly starting to move his hips and thrusting deep inside you. “such a perfect pussy, sucking me in like you were made for it,” he continues, hips snapping against yours in a desperate chase for pleasure.

“jaehyun!” you gasp, unable to think of anything else as he thrusts deeper and deeper inside you, thick cock dragging against your walls and fucking you so good that you can hardly speak. your pussy clenches tight around him, drawing another deep groan from his mouth.

“t-that’s it, baby,” jaehyun moans, tightly gripping your hips. “so fucking—so fucking good,” he pants out, picking up the pace and thrusting even faster than before.

you claw desperately at his back, unable to hold back your moans as jaehyun fucks into you, rocking the car with how powerful his thrusts are. he’s so deep inside you, fucking you so hard that you’re scared you’ll break.

“jae—jae, oh my god,” you cry, tugging him down so that his body presses hotly against yours. heat pools deep inside your belly as he continues to fuck you, pulling you down onto his cock with every thrust of his hips.

jaehyun tucks his head into the side of your neck, panting heavily against your skin and moaning as your walls wraps tightly around his length, sucking him in every time he attempts to pull out.

“baby,” he whines, squeezing his eyes shut, “m’so close, baby. feel so—so good around me.” his thrusts become sloppy as he nears his orgasm, tucking his head even further into the crook of your neck.

“me—fuck! me too!” you moan, placing a hand on the back of his head, keeping his face tucked into your neck. your stomach tightens as he keeps thrusting, orgasm threatening to spill over. “gonna cum, jae—oh god,” you cry as he brings a hand down to rub at your clit, sending you hurdling over the edge with another deep thrust.

jaehyun’s hips stutter before he pushes inside you with one last final thrust, whining into your neck as his cock spills deep inside your pussy. cum paints your walls, claiming you as his and filling you to the brim.

“fuck,” jaehyun whispers against your neck, causing you to laugh. you’re too fucked out to care about what it means that jaehyun, the man that isn’t your boyfriend, just came deep inside you as if you were his.

after a couple moments of the two of you trying to catch your breath, finding it difficult to breathe in the heat of the car, jaehyun sits up and slowly begins to pull his cock out of you. he bites his lip and watches as cum begins to spill out of your hole, dripping onto the leather beneath you.

“sometimes i miss you,” you sigh, staring up at the roof of the car. you try not to whine as you feel jaehyun’s fingers drag through the mess that’s been made of your pussy, pushing his cum back inside you.

“you shouldn’t,” comes jaehyun’s response, short and blunt. it’s the truth, because both of you know you wouldn’t work, no matter how many second-chances you were given.

“i know,” you reply, making eye contact with him and trying to read what he’s feeling. it’s one of the things jaehyun came to hate about being with you; the way you were always able to read him like an open book.

jaehyun avoids your gaze, moving to zip his pants back up. “i’ll clean you up then drive you home, baby. make sure to tell your boyfriend i said hey when you get there, okay?”

a/n: Umm i got carried away i think…zzzzbsn i just want jaehyun so bad and listening to smoke on repeat somehow made me think about ex bf jaehyun 😖😖😖 i tried to keep the angst to a minimum so that’s why this sex feels a little fast paced but i Just… i love Angst… maybe i’ll make a full version one day rhat’s more angsty ALSO WHINY JAEHYUN TRUTHERS RISE!!!! lmk ur thoughts and delusions in my inboxxxx if u have any 🙂‍↕️

tags: @hisunflower @wispyxjae (special tag for u because i made u wait so long for the jaehyun meal LOLOLOL)

[hencheri]

jaemin with a choking kink…loves to wrap your neck with his bicep while he hits it from behind…watching you get all drunk and lightheaded 😮‍💨

oh.. yeah yeah sure..

18+. mdni.

warnings: choking, breath play, jaemin's a little sadistic oops.

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his skin sticks to yours because of the sweat, both of your hands grabbing jaemin's bicep that is locked around your neck. you unconsciously sink your nails into his flesh, leaving small crescent forms on his milky skin.

he clenches his arm when he wants to see you struggle to breathe, your air flows cut off by his bulging muscles. he likes feeling your nails claw at his arm as if it'll help you breathe any faster. he also likes how you push your hips back as an attempt to free yourself from his chokehold, but only impaling yourself deeper onto his cock.

he thinks you're pretty then, oh so beautiful with your eyes blinking up, doing your best to keep them open, getting a glimpse of jaemin's face. you look so delicate, so easy to break.

he has you under him, totally helpless — or maybe not totally, jaemin can still save you. he can unwrap his arm from around your neck and let you breathe, but if he does now, the marks around your throat won't be as define. they won't decorate your skin as beautifully.

and so he squeezes just a little more, drool dripping down from the corners of your mouth. you look absolutely fucked up as he feels your walls hugging his cock tightly, making him groan, and he accelerates the pace of his hips.

he notices your eyelids threatening to close on their own, and there's no doubt that you feel lightheaded right now. he reluctantly unclenches his muscles, air finally entering your poor lungs.

"j-jaem," you gasp, the rush of adrenaline making you feel all sorts of new things, pleasure building up fast at the pit of your stomach.

jaemin feels that you're close, pussy clenching around him repeatedly. "shh." he covers your mouth with his palm, muffling down your voice. "keep squeezing my cock like that and i'm gonna cum deep into your little cunt. that's what you want, mmh?"

[neopuppy]

Gooner (M)

pairing. Jisung x female reader ft Jeno

genre. fubu AU(alternatively ‘I was half a virgin when I met you!’ AU), Jisung as Jeno’s younger brother/Jeno’s not the best sibling, M/F, filth.. yay👹

warnings. profanity, eavesdropping, incel vibes, y/n’s a bit mean, smut warnings under cut. minors DNI.

wc. 6.5k+

now playing. treat me like a slut//Kim Petras

smut warnings. masturbation, Jisung’s addicted to porn, switching, oral, hair pulling, choking, overstimulation, rough sex, unprotected sex

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Sweet high-pitched moans resonate through the walls, loud enough to cancel out the ones emitting from overpriced computer speakers.

So loud. So God damn loud.

Jisung sighs, he’d heard your flirty giggles about an hour ago before his brother dragged you through the hallway and into his bedroom across from his. You’ve been here 3? 4 times? This week alone already. He tries to tune out the cracked whine in your tone, raise the volume on the video he’s been watching for five minutes, not really paying attention to what’s happening. How can he when you scream like your lifes being ripped from your body, crying out louder than a woman being chased to her death. 

He blinks to focus his gaze on the computer screen, reaching for the energy drink sat on his desk to sip at. This used to be more enjoyable, time to relax and unwind after school or work. That was before Jeno started hooking up with you. You’re just around all the damn time, always sprawled out on the couch, coming out of their shared bathroom with wet hair and one of his brothers oversized t-shirts. He doesn’t make an effort to talk to you at all, never has tried to get to know any of the random girls that come in and out of his brother's revolving bedroom door. 

Not that you make that easy, always greeting him when you run into each other, smiling and waving, even pinching his cheek when you stumbled out of his brother's room inebriated. You called him cute, a baby, a cute giant baby. It makes his skin crawl to think about it, softly petting his cheek with the back of his hand where you had tugged on his cheek roughly. He spent the rest of the day locked up in his room scouring the internet for videos showcasing girls that looked somewhat like you, your hair or lips, any minuscule feature close enough to yours to stroke himself to.

‘Look at you Sungie, you’re growing up right before my eyes.’ You said drunkenly, staggering back and forth on your feet as you trapped him in the hallway on his way to the bathroom. He didn’t know what to do or say, flinching away from your touch too slowly, he had to stand there gulping thick wads of saliva while you tugged on his cheek and reached up to smack the other side of his face. ‘What a cute giant baby.’

The fantasies brewing in his mind for the last few weeks spilled over as you tiptoed closer and blinked up at him blearily, a flirty smile pulling at your lips. 

He wanted to grip your wrists until they hurt, leave his fingerprints permanently etched on your daint limbs. One of his favorite videos came to mind, wishing to throw you down on all fours and shove the oversized band shirt up to unveil your bare ass, knowing damn well you walk around without bothering to cover yourself up after Jeno fucks your brain dry. He’s so lucky, always manages to pull girls like you, shameless easy sluts desperate to cry on his cock. 

That could be him if he had the balls to even look you in the eye and act out the various ways he imagines plowing through you. He was ready to say something, barely parting his lips open until Jeno blew his chances and dragged you back to his bedroom.

‘Your little brother’s so cute.’ You teased, poking at the olders chest. He scoffed and glared at you, slowly dragging his gaze over to Jisung standing frozen in the hallway before slamming his door shut.

‘Probably made his week talking to you, loser never leaves his room.’ 

Jeno’s such an asshole. He’s not wrong, but he doesn’t have to tell you shit about his younger brother’s life. He does leave his room, he has to eat, meet up with his friends every once in a while.

That’s not the worst part, the worst part is that you seem curious about him. Always subtly mentioning him when he’s in the living room or kitchen. His brother scoffs and mutters under his breath usually, snapping at you to quit asking about that virgin.

He’s not a fucking virgin.. technically. 

It doesn’t matter anyway, you’d probably never give him a chance. Not that he wants a chance, he’s just horny, just needs to actually leave his room and interact with real women like Jeno always says. 

But why would he do that when a few clicks can numb his brain without any hassle, without any effort or convincing. Why would he do that when he can mute the video, get up to press his ear against the door and watch a point of view shot of some whore getting her back blown out while listening to you beg for more.

Harder. Faster. More more more. 

You sound like such a slut, such a cock hungry eager slut. It’s easy to picture your face getting wrecked, he knows how rough Jeno can get after years of listening to the squeals and cries coming out of his room. Girls limping their way out with shame written across their face, they never lasted long, got their fill and moved on to the next. You stuck around, further cementing what a whore you must really be..

Jisung sighs, head dropping back against his door, sliding down to his knees to shove his hand past the waistband of his shorts. He hasn’t left his room today, only once to act like he needed to use the bathroom. He wanted to see you, wanted to catch a glimpse of your outfit and makeup before Jeno ruined everything. The amount of shirts and sweaters you’ve probably stolen by now must be taking up space in your closet. 

You’d look good in some of his clothes too, better than you look in his brothers. You’d look better naked though, laid out on his bed with your legs spread open. He’s been hard from the moment he caught a hint of your signature perfume in the air on his way to the bathroom, it’s enough to make his dick twitch. Enough to lick at his lips and imagine what your skin must taste like. He hates perfume, but you always smell so clean, so feminine and fresh..

“Fuck.” Lotion, he needs lotion. His palm feels extra rough today, calloused up from beating his meat relentlessly over the last few weeks. He can’t keep track anymore, losing count of how many times he’s tugged on his cock everyday, drowning out any hint of guilt that tells him that this is wrong. Besides, how wrong can it be when he cums within minutes picturing your face turning to look back at him as he pulls out to make a mess all over your ass.

“Hey, dipshit!” A loud bang against his door has him choking on his spit, coughing and yanking his hand out of his pants as if he’s been burnt. “Mom called, said to buy dinner.”

Jeno knocks again, throwing out another rude name until he gets up and races to turn off his computer, flustered as he wipes his sweaty palms on his shirt and opens the door. 

You’re standing behind him of course, slouching on his brother's back, peering over his bicep when the door opens. “What'dya want?”

His brother always looks annoyed, he can’t understand why, they’re not that different. 

“Pizza.” You whisper, dragging out your request cutely, fingernails running up and down Jeno’s sides. “Pizzzzzzzzzza.”

He chuckles, grabbing your hands to loop your fingers together and tighten your hold around him. “I could go for some pizza.”

Jisung nods, ducking his head to avoid the way you bat your eyes at him behind Jeno’s back. It’s probably all in his head anyway, the small things you do when his brother can’t see you..

“Alright, I have a package coming in soon. Make yourself useful and bring it in for me before someone snatches it, will you?” Jeno says, shoving at his shoulder before turning away with you still attached to his back. “Told you he was probably jerking off.”

The way you laugh at that comment makes his chest tingle, lifting his gaze to steal one more look at you before shutting his door. To his surprise, you’re already looking back, the corners of your mouth lifting up slightly before you step out of view and the front door shuts.

Whatever. He really isn’t hungry, not for food anyway, not when he can still pick up the lingering scent of your body wash permeating off your warm damp skin. He shoves that thought aside before pulling on some sweats, gingerly placing his length between the elastic waistband and his stomach. 

The door rings not even 5 minutes after the two of you have left, groaning as he opens it and finds a large box that looks too heavy to carry to Jeno’s bedroom. “Asshole.” He knew damn well Jisung wouldn’t want to lift this shit, and he told him to anyway. Fuming for a minute, he rolls his eyes and squats to hoist the package up against one of his thighs, grunting as he kicks the door shut and drops it haphazardly to kick down the hall. That’s what Jeno would do with his deliveries, he’s sure.

He contemplates for a moment on whether or not to leave the box outside of his brother's door, shifting back and noticing he didn’t close it all the way. Probably wants him to leave it inside of his room like some lacky, better he assumes that and does it to avoid hearing shit later. Pointing his toes, he nudges the door open lightly, kicking the box inside only to pause when the warm air touches his face. It still reeks of sex inside of here, it still reeks of you. It’s strong, hot, thick on his tongue. 

Jeno’s room faces the street, catching most of the sunlights heat while Jisung’s window has towering trees to keep that out. He glances to his brother’s bed, it’s still messy, the top blanket wrinkled in places you must have been fisting, damp streaks where your lower half must have been resting. 

He shouldn’t itch to touch, to get a closer look, to lower his face and drag his tongue across the wet patch, but he has to. This—this is what he’s been missing out on, this is what his videos can’t replicate. The smell of your arousal, the warmth rolling off your feverish flesh, the taste of your cunt pouring down his lips. 

Jeno would fucking kill him if he found out about this, he thinks, grazing the tips of his fingers over the bundled up chunks of fabric, dragging over a damp spot between. He probably had you on all fours, face down ass up. Jisung salivates picturing it, the exact way he always imagines you looking back at him over your shoulder as he mercilessly slams inside of you. The blanket pinched between your teeth, cunt dripping out past his plummeting length making a sloppy mess all over his bed. 

This is why you sound so muffled sometimes, making his ears strain to hear all of your sweet begging. He bets you look unreal in this light, always imagining you illuminated under the low blue and purple lights in his room, hair tousled on his black sheets. 

He has to drag his nose against the topper, has to clench it between his fist as he lowers to the spot that undoubtedly rivered down from between your thighs. It’s so raw, so real, instantly bolting electric nerves through his length as his lips lightly meet the half-dried area. There’s still too many hints of Jeno’s deeper musk entwined in the other areas, but this is all you. This is all your fucked open pussy, jerking his hips against the edge of his brother’s bed the more he wraps his lips around the material. Fuck, what he’d give to sit between your thighs for a day like a pathetic dog with his mouth hung open pleading for a taste.

He should stop, get out of here before he gets too worked up, circling his hips faster as his chest tightens and his breath comes out faster. He ruts harder, pulling at the blanket and burying his face in deeper. How wet must you get to leave a mess like this behind? Can you squirt? Do your legs shake when you cum? Each drag of his tongue opens up a new possibility, reinventing the ways he’s dreamt of fucking you. He really shouldn’t have done this, now he’ll never be able to stop his mind from running wild.

“Fuck, does that feel good? Pussy so damn tight for me.” He repeats the same shit he hears Jeno spewing while fucking you. The envy he feels nearly outweighs how pathetic he feels. It’d be harder to swallow if he wasn’t so God damn bricked up at the mere thought of you.

“All that bullshit about men being the worst—“ Jeno’s voice echoes down the hall, the front door slamming shut. “When you’re worse than me.”

Giggles play out loud, only halted by lips smacking together. Jisung sits up in a panic, pushing the blanket back to cover most of the mattress. Cursing under his breath he peers around fast, losing his balance as steps ascend down the hall heading his direction.

Shitshitshit, what the fuck! He can’t move fast enough, stumbling to the floor with his painfully erect cock aching as he drags across. 

“It’s your fault, can’t keep your hands to yourself for a minute!” You squeal, thumping against the bedroom door setting him off in a scurry toward the closet. Jeno will chew his head off if he finds him in here, he doesn’t even want to think about it. Why the fuck would the two of you come back in here so soon?! What about the food?!

“You like it.” Jeno murmurs, pushing open the door to his bedroom right as Jisung manages to shut the closet door as quietly as possible. It’s a mess in here, clothes thrown around everywhere. He has to crawl back on his knees slowly to make sure he doesn’t make a sound, taking long quiet breaths to not be heard.

There’s no way he’ll get caught in here, you’ll have to leave eventually, right? The shutter door does nothing to help his confidence, scooting back into what he hopes is too dark to be visible from the other side if either of you were to look over for some reason(like him breathing too loud). Of course you fall to your knees in front of the closet, his brother’s hand shoving you down by your shoulder as his other works to unbutton his jeans. 

“You look best on your knees.” He says, probably smirking judging off the way you smile up at him and reach for the tops of his thighs. “Let’s make this quick though, don’t want the food to get cold.”

“Pftt, I don’t have to suck your dick.” You bite back, digging your fingers into his jeans. “I’m sure your little brother wouldn’t give a fuck about eating if he had me like this.”

Jisung gulps, willing himself to look away when you reach inside of Jeno’s pants to draw his length free. He doesn’t want to see that, well, he does want to. He doesn’t want to watch you touch his brother though. Doesn’t want to ruin the fantasy world he’s built in his head with the harsh reality.

“You seriously wanna fuck him, don’t you?” Jeno sneers, fisting your hair as you begin to glide the tip of his length across your lips. “You never shut up about him, he wouldn’t even know what to do with you.”

Jisung wishes he could tell him off, glaring between the shutters at him. His lips twitch annoyed, fisting at the dirty pile of clothes under his ass. He’d know what to do with you, all he does is think about it, if only you’d let him practice..

“It’s cute, he always looks away when I catch him staring.” You tease, flicking your tongue out. “Never fucked brother’s before, bet it’d be fun.”

A gasp nearly gets sucked out of his throat, tightening his fist around the piles as a tremor runs up his spine. There’s no way you’re serious, right? Probably just messing with Jeno to piss him off. It works too, because he’s telling you to ‘shut the fuck up’ within the next second, probbing his dick past your lips until you’re forced to take it. 

You hardly even gag, making a quiet little sound as his cock disappears. Jisung can feel his thighs shaking before he realizes his hands are too, his bottom lip quivering. The way your lips stretch, the eye contact you manage to maintain despite his brother’s huge thick size struggling to fill your throat. It’s better than watching porn, you are better than watching porn. You’re the nasty perverse wet dream that’s made him wake up with sticky cum coated boxers come to life. 

He knows this is despicable, down right humiliating to watch you blow his older brother off and enjoy it, but between the cuts of vision he can pretend Jeno’s not there. Your lips are pulled back on his size, only he’d cup the back of your head and make you really gag, make your eyes well up with tears. He’d make sure to ruin your throat, have you raspy for days, making excuses for your scratchy voice. Nothing would please him more than knowing his cock punching your tonsils repeatedly had you sounding sick, clearing your throat and coughing. 

Instinctively his hand reaches for the prominent bulge tenting out from his groin. The tip of his cock wet enough to leak through his boxers making him grateful that he threw on sweats before leaving his room. Watching is one thing, but rubbing his cock to this would be too much, wouldn’t it? Does he even care at this point? 

The groans Jeno’s letting out are loud and throaty as usual, thick cock muffling your wet moans vibrating around his length. Jisung reaches inside of his underwear to stroke the precum pouring from his slit up and down his shaft. He curses under his breath, gripping the base tight as a moan rises up his chest.

With a wet pop you pull off, lips plump and debauched already, turning your gaze up as you take a firm hold on his length and expertly fist him. Jisung bites down on his tongue, pulling the small fabric tangled in his fingers up with his mouth to bite down on. A choked gasp breaks when he sees it, lacey red panties still stained along the seat with a creamy white film.

Fuck, these have to be yours. You’re the only girl that’s been around lately. They have to be the ones you had on today too. 

This couldn’t possibly get any nastier, not the typical scenario he imagines. Jeno’s never involved in those, it usually started in the hallway after you’ve showered. Dropping your towel with a sultry gaze locked on him, that’s how he knows this has to be real. You’re still dressed in one of his brother's shirts, and the panties he immediately shoves to his nose still smell ripe. Couldn’t have been stripped off your body longer than two hours ago. Between the wet sloppy sounds emitting from your throat and his hand stroking faster to match the pace, he takes deeper inhales. It’s stupid, envisioning a field covered in your used dirty underwear, falling from the sky even. 

“That’s it, get my balls too.” Jeno grunts, finally grabbing onto your head the way he would. He holds you in place and fucks against your pretty face, bursting tears out of your eyes that are working overtime to stay open. He’s full on fucking your face now, making Jisung’s hand sting from the burn of his slimey palm dragging against his throbbing cock again. He can’t cum like this, that would be mortifying. Especially because he never wants to forget this.

“Fuck, ah shit, swallow it.” Jeno demands, spilling down your throat and reaching down to pinch your nose. Make you choke and gag like a pro. He won’t cum from this, he’s seen this happen so many times, beat his cock to compilations, but it’s the lewd gargled moan you let out. It’s the way his brother rips his cock free from your lips and wads of spit soar out, painting your chin with the most disgusting vile mixture of thick nut and drool.

“Fuck!” Jisung shouts, wrapping your panties around his length as he tugs himself to completion.

“What the fuck?!” The closet doors flying open before he can even finish climaxing, furrowing his eyebrows and grabbing at another piece of clothing to cover his groin. “What the hell are you doing in here?!”

“Oh my God!” You squeak, scurrying to stand up and clean off your face. “You were in there the whole time!”

“Were you seriously fucking jerking off?!” Jeno shrieks, grabbing the younger by his arm to drag him out of the closet. “The hell is your problem pervert?!”

“N-no! I wasn’t!” Jisung panics, lifting his hands to defend himself.

“My panties!” You screech, bending over to snatch them away from his crotch, accidentally brushing his still sensitive twitching length.

“Ahh!” His hips chase your fleeting touch, face burning up as you scream again and drop your freshly soiled underwear.

“Oh my God, he came in them!”

“Ugh, told you he’s a fucking virgin that wouldn’t know what to do with you.” Jeno sneers annoyed, motioning at the younger. “Stand up man! You’re embarrassing me!”

“I’m not a virgin!” Jisung snaps, face on fire the longer he stays on his knees listening to this with two sets of judging eyes on him. 

“You came after only putting in the tip dude! That doesn’t count!” Jeno shouts, groaning and grabbing him to get up. “Why can’t you be normal!”

“You’re a virgin?” You interrupt, seeming intrigued, shyly lifting your thumb to your mouth to bite on.

“No!” He corrects, shoving at the older. 

“Don’t lie.” Jeno shoves him back. They go back and forth for a minute, Jisung frustratedly balling up his fists and standing straight.

“Fine! I’m like—half a virgin.” He says regretfully, lowering his gaze.

“He jerks off too much that’s why.” Jeno announces, spilling all his business. “Can’t hold his shit inside a real pussy, horny bastard.”

“Dude!”

“I’ve never been with a virgin.” You add, bouncing on your tiptoes. 

“He couldn’t handle you, I’ve already told you.” Jeno repeats, flicking your chin. “He doesn’t deserve a pity fuck from you anyway.”

Jisung wants to disagree, ready to grovel for a pity fuck if you’re really down for that. Keeping his gaze lowered, he tries to ignore the way his dick still reacts to the idea. He’d perform magic to erase that almost first time from his memory if it meant he’d have an actual chance to be inside of you.

“Wouldn’t be a pity fuck.” You mumble demurely, tucking your chin to your chest. “He’s cute.”

Jeno throws his hands up, breaking into a laugh. “He won’t last more than 3 minutes inside of you, you’re still tight even after I fuck you.”

Jisung swallows hard, gnawing at his bottom lip anxiously. “Bet I could..”

“Yeah!” You agree, smacking Jeno’s chest. “How much do you want to bet?”

Jeno laughs sarcastically, rolling his eyes. “Just say you wanna fuck him, we don’t need to bet shit.”

“Fine.” You respond, shrugging, trailing your gaze from Jeno to Jisung. He stares back wide-eyed in disbelief.. now this has to be a dream.

“Pittttttttty fuck.” Jeno sings, slapping your ass as he passes you on the way out. “Don’t forget who fucks you right just because you’re into this helpless loser shit my brother has going on.”

He shouts something about eating all of the pizza if the two of you take too long, leaving you to stand awkwardly shuffling across from Jisung. Clearing his throat, he nods and motions for you to exit the room. “Are you sure about this?”

“Are you not? I mean, you ruined my panties, I think you owe me one..” you say coyly, bumping into his side making red hues rise up the back of his neck. Jisung nods much too fast, leading you to his bedroom which is much different from Jeno’s. A lot more cluttered, dark, less of an inviting scent.

He scrambles to light a candle, spraying a bit of cologne when you step in and suck a long breath in through your nose. “Smells like..”

You trail off, dragging your fingers down his computer desk and eyeing the small trash can full of tissues underneath. “Fresh cum.”

Jisung pretends to laugh, shaking his head and waving his hands ‘no’, adding a few more sprays. “I guess it’s true, I mean you are always alone whenever I come over..”

Eyeing him suspiciously, you sit down on his bed, adjusting the shirt you borrowed from Jeno to cover your upper thighs. “But you like me, right?”

He wants to fall to his knees, grovel and perch his chin on your knee and beg you to stop making this even more humiliating for him. “Y-yes..”

“I know Sungie, you’re not good at hiding it..” you grin, leaning back and patting the space beside you. “Come here.”

Jisung listens, sitting down stiffly next to you. His nerves feel insane, burning through his veins, face on fire. He can’t even look at you, can’t even think about having to touch you.

“Look at me.”

You say that like it’s so easy, as if it’s simple enough to turn his face a centimeter to face you. He gulps, scratching at the cotton material stretched over his thighs, mentally pepping himself up to turn. “Ji, I said look at me.” 

And he has to now, with your fingers pinching his chin, sitting closer to him until your lips are only a breath away from his. The same mouth he just watched suck cock like a professional whore, lips still swollen from taking Jeno’s monstrous size. “You seem nervous.”

Shaking his head, he reaches for your throat, that’s usually how it goes in porn. Those girls always liked to be choked, get manhandled and fucked into the floor. Judging by the way you let Jeno treat you, he doubts you’re any different. His hand can practically wrap around your neck, surging a rush a thrill through his gut as he pushes you down on his bed and traps you with his fingers stretched around choking you. “Not nervous.” He grits, kicking your thighs open with his knees to mount you. 

“Are y-you sure—“ you struggle to ask, tugging on his wrist. 

“Shut the fuck up.” His brother had been stern with you before, you seemed to like it. Even now with wide surprised eyes he leans in and nips at your upper lip, hands beginning to tremble. “I should use a condom with an easy slut like you..” he whispers, pouty pink lips dragging against yours. “You let anyone fuck you.”

Confidence, he has to stay confident. Has to steer the control his way, make sure you know that he’s the one in charge here. His cocks thrumming incessantly, screaming to be set free, begging him to finally fuck something other than his poor useless hand. 

Gripping onto your jaw, he licks across your lips, digging his knee higher to prod your bare middle. Fuck, you’re soaking through the cotton material of his sweats. He knew it, you really are the most erotic dream, ripped straight from the most lust crazed filled thoughts. “You need to beg.”

His knee rubs against your core to emphasize his request, cupping your jaw and chin firmly to assault your mouth further. It’s all too good, stirring his aroused heat into a rapid inescapable fire. Every inch of his skin burns, desperate to remove his clothes and draw you into the depths of hell with him. He can’t stop licking between your lips, can’t stop nibbling on your juicy pout long enough to take anything off.

“Ji—s-slow down,” you whine, gripping his narrow hips to drag your cunt up his thigh. “You’re g-getting too worked u-up.”

He should listen, this is exactly what happened last time. Kissing felt too good to stop, dragging his free hand over your perky breasts shot off too many sparks of electricity throughout his system to slow down. The warmth spreading over his thigh just too damn good to do anything other than pull his length out quickly.

“C-can’t.” He mumbles breathily, wrapping around your neck again for leverage. Pushing your thigh open to direct the tip of his aching cock inside of you. He looks devastated, anguished by the pain visibly throbbing his size. He’s so hard, the tip of his length so red and ready to burst. Biting down on his lip he practically lets out a scream as his cockhead finally drags between your sticky wet folds. “A-ahh!”

“D-don’t!” You cough, slapping his hips. “D-don’t you d-dare cum!”

Fuck. Just listening to you angrily reprimand him makes his balls tighten up even more if possible. Tip not even penetrating your tight hole yet, he takes a few deep breaths, head hung between his shoulders watching his length dangle above your pussy. There’s no way he can let go this easily, too scared to even plunge an inch inside of you the more he psyches himself out and stares between your lower halves drunkenly. 

“‘Mm sorry, s-sorry.” He curses, jerking his hips lower until the fat cockhead gets sucked inside of your warm cunt. Chubbed velvety folds wrap around him as if to draw more in, twitching violently where he struggles to not move and keep control of this moment.

“N-no! You can’t, not y-yet!” You exclaim, reaching a hand up to ball up a chunk of his hair up and pull his head back. “Pull out! D-don’t you dare cum!” 

With all the force you can find, you push his hips hard enough to make him slip out, earning a loud guttural shout as he falls out to the side. Even the two inches he managed to get in leave your hole open, hungrily clenching to be fed again. “G-god.” Whining, you sit up and rip off Jeno’s shirt, stradling Jisung’s sturdy thighs.

“You seriously have to be beating off 10 times a day to be cumming from that.” You half-joke, pushing his shirt up to scratch your nails down his chest and slowly bring him back down. His cheeks light up in flames, ruddy bright even in the dark of his bedroom.

“S-sorry, I really wanted to.. make it good for you.” He says pathetically, sniffling and hiding his face in his shoulder.

“It’ll be good for me if you last longer than a minute baby.” You jeer lightly, scooting back to remove his sweats and get a real good look at the size of his long lean figure. Surprisingly fit for someone who hardly ever leaves his bedroom. “Forget all that shit you watch in porn for a second. Just focus on me, okay?”

It’s evident by the state of his trembling figure and sad wet eyes how badly he wants this. How badly he needs this. Slowly lowering your middle down on his hips, you gently position his girthy length between your wet folds, hands smoothing up his trim waist to his chest to hold on to. “S-slow, like this.”

The small amount of willpower you have helps you ease up and down his length to coat him in your wet slick. Jisung bares his teeth, reaching to circle your waist with his big hands, anything to feel your smooth skin. He has to shut his eyes for now, especially when he first looks up and sees your chest bouncing up and down almost like slow-motion.

This- this is better than porn. God, this is better than anything, the smell of desire clinging to the roof of his mouth, your sweaty bodies rubbing together. How the fuck is he not supposed to cum like this? How the fuck does he stop himself from the humiliation of premature ejaculation? He can go for hours falling down a hole of pornographic content, abusing his fleshlight until the batteries run dry. But this is too much, too good to squeeze the fleshy meat lining your hips, too fucking good to drag his hands back up and follow the shape leading up to your tight waist and heavy breasts.

“You’re doing so good.” You manage to say, losing yourself to the pleasure with each passing rub of your clit grinding against the lifted ridge of his cockhead. “Can you take more?”

Jisung nods rapidly, screaming for more, digging his fingers into your hips for more. He can’t, he really can’t, but he wants to so fucking bad. He wants to be inside of you already, wants to feel the tight clamp of your cunt gripping around him until he’s near death.

“Yes yes, p-please.” He has no idea how obscene he looks begging from your point of view above him, thick lips parting open dribbling saliva from the corners. He’s even prettier like this, helpless and powerless to your word.

“Stay put.” You say sternly, lifting your hips to wrap around the middle of his cock. “Let me move slow, okay?”

He can do nothing besides nod again, eyes blinking open needing to watch as you rub the tip against your hole and bite down to suppress a cry. He’s just as thick as Jeno, you think, maybe a little less, still long enough to leave your cervix bruised. “F-fuck you’re.. big.”

It’s the hardest test of strength to not slam his hips upward, to stay in place the way you told him to. His teeth clench as the last inch of his size disappears inside of you, the heat from your inner walls gripped around him makes his lower back arch, tears well up in his eyes.

You try to move slowly, try to circle your hips and stretch yourself open on his length. 

“F-fuck I’m—I can’t do it.” He cries, scratching your hips and upper thighs roughly. “Too wet, too warm.”

“You c-can baby,” linking your fingers through his, you move his hands to his chest and roll your hips faster. Keeping your hands held together as you build up speed and lift up and down a little faster until a burn scorches up your thighs. “You’re doing so good.”

“Ahh, p-please!” He begs, eyes and nose scrunching up the faster you ride his length. “N-need to!” 

“Do it,” encouraging him, you grab onto his neck firmly with both hands, forcing his face to look at you. “Fuck me.”

Jisung’s chest rises steadily, shoulders stiffening as his teeth grit and he reaches for your waist to toss you down on his bed. Without sliding out more than a few inches he thrusts erratically to chase after the release that’s been begging to be let out from the second he got an inch inside of you. Hard thrust rock your back up higher, still clawing at his neck and shoulders even as his weight drops down on you faster and faster. The entire floor feels like it’s shaking with each powerful collision of his hips clapping against the back of your thighs and ass.

“Y-yes yes!” You moan prettily, the same moans that have gotten him through 5 rounds of fisting his cock like no tomorrow. The same moans he wished would be for him finally singing from your lips for him, only him.

“My n-name,” he stutters, face red and sweaty, lips covered with spit. “P-please say m-my name.”

“Jisung,” you whine, that seductive sweet whine that can make him lose his mind. High-pitched and shattered, sending his hips into a furious pace the more you continue to repeat it. “Sungie, Jisung.. p-please don’t, d-don’t stop! Jisung!”

“Ahh f-fuckkk!” He can barely control his hips as he pulls out with the wettest pop, dripping wet cock slapping down on your stomach. It already hurts too much to even bother with stroking himself to finish, hips writhing forward leaving a slimy path of your own arousal lined up the middle of your stomach.

“Jisu—“ your palms swipes up from the base of his size, cock still fat and long even beneath your stretched fingers. It’s enough to empty his balls until they literally ache. Having to hunch forward and whimper through it. Forcing himself to tear his eyes away from the sight of your abdomen painted in the milky white cream jumping in rivulets out of his twitching dick.

“Holy shit..” you sigh out, catching your breath under the sticky weight of warm cum beginning to dry on your skin. “That’s— you came so much..”

“S-sorry..” he murmurs, moving to your side to lie down, head spinning too much as he blinks at the ceiling. “For all of that.”

“Why? It’s cute..” you say shyly, somehow pulling that soft shy tone out of some hidden bag of tricks you must have after all that. “Never a bad thing to like fucking that much..”

“Think I just like you that much.” He admits, eyes shifting to the side to gauge your reaction. He shouldn’t say that, given the reason you’re even here to begin with, but how can he not?

“I can tell,” you smirk, dragging two fingers through the mess painted on your stomach. “I’m sure we can figure something out.. I know how to work your brother if you haven’t noticed.”

Jisung hums, sitting up feeling strung out and exhausted. “I should clean you, right?”

“That’d be nice.” You nod, watching him get up to find a clean towel.

“How was it? I mean, like, how did I do?” He asks, sitting down and lightly dragging a small towel from your chest to your stomach.

A sneaky smile pulls at your lips, sighing and relaxing. “Not bad for a gooner.”

Jisung blows out a breath nervously, scratching his cheek and shrugging. “I don’t know you’re talking about.”

Sitting up, you reach for his right hand, lifting it up to your face to trace over all the rough calluses lined up and down his palm. “By the time I’m through with you, you’ll forget how your hand even felt.”

“What?”

“Jeno’s not my only fuck buddy.” You wink, shoving his hand away. “Let’s get dressed before he eats through everything.”

Jisung helps you get up, not wanting to further question what you mean by that. Instead he finds a clean shirt to hand you, confirming that he’s right, you do look better in his clothes.

“You’re not getting this shirt back by the way.” You say, pinching his cheek exactly the same way you had weeks ago. “Cutie.”

Dabbing at his blushing cheeks he watches you head out before following after you. Needing to calm himself for a minute. 

You can keep it.

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[woovalin]

i’m in such disbelief right now and beyond disgusted.

i really hope y’all are choosing your morals over kpop; because we do not know these men at all. i will never side with or defend a predator and a criminal, even with little to no proof. even if there is the smallest chance he may be innocent, i will always believe the victim first.

some of you, as fans of the boys for years and him in general, i know you must be feeling disappointed and betrayed. you’re not dumb for previously supporting him, as we couldn’t have possibly known. but now is the time for a reality check and it’s time to wake up. this just goes to show that we know absolutely nothing about them.

for sm to just outright put out a statement on their own before any rumors even surfaced and immediately kick him out? this has to be insanely serious and i’m terrified of what he could’ve done. the crazy thing is with everything currently happening in korea with the telegram situation, and korean women constantly being in danger in general because of the men there, i’m not at all surprised that celebrities are being exposed. sm has protected criminals before, and held onto lucas when his scandal came out as well as other artists who have been exposed for similar crimes. i can’t even imagine the severity of the current situation. we’ve seen what happened with the burning sun, and these men are not immune to being misogynistic, vile human beings.

members have already unfollowed him and deleted posts with him in them; his best friend of 17yrs has unfollowed him. the company taking the initiative and him getting kicked out of the group in less than a second before anything even came out, no denying the claims or even trying to defend him. that should be enough to tell you and understand how serious this actually is. i am beyond disgusted with him and this whole situation.

i sincerely hope the victim is doing okay and praying for them to heal and get the justice the deserve. and remember that your love for these celebrities should always be conditional, because we do not know them. it’s their job to put on a show and show you their public persona, but behind closed doors? we don’t know what they’re actually like. we put them on a pedestal and yet we don’t know what they’re really capable of. they are still men after all. i hope the police are taking this seriously. there needs to be consequences and these women need to be protected.

let this be a lesson to all of us. they don’t know us, and we don’t know them, not really.

ALWAYS choose morals over kpop. and as women, we should be standing with the victims.

maybe not all men, but enough of them. and maybe not all men, but somehow always a man. and going forward, i will of course still be supporting nct as a whole. however, keeping the situation in mind, i will be supporting from afar for a little bit. i hope the rest of the members are doing okay, and hopefully no more members were involved, but this today, just shows that they can always surprise us. you never think it’ll be your fave, until it is.

sending love to anyone who has ever experienced sexual violence or has been targeted and been in a similar situation. it is not your fault and it never was!

love you all and my dms are always open if you need to vent. <3

[misted-dream]

DOPAMINE ﹒⌗﹒💒﹒౨ৎ˚₊‧ 제노 + fem!reader

in which . . . you and jeno are both too secretive and oblivious for your own good.

. . . BE MY LITTLE SECRET

content&warnings | MDNI smut, profanity, fwb dynamics, reader gets picked up, stomach bulge, kinda angsty kinda fluffy, unprotected sex, idk lmk if something’s missed

word count | 3k

notes | inspired by giselle's dopamine! this kinda went off track from what i wanted but oh well!

. . . KEEP IT HUSH HUSH, BUT I THINK I’M IN LOVE

it’s not the first time you find yourself at jeno’s doorstep this late into the night—and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. but it is the first time that it’s taken him this long to answer the door.

granted, you didn’t send a prior heads up like you usually do, but you didn’t plan on coming here either. you didn’t plan on being stuck outside jeno’s apartment waiting for a response that you’ve half-accepted isn’t coming.

still, you can’t bring your feet to move away from the entrance, like they’re glued to the floor.

you would be feeling ashamed right now if it wasn’t for the fact that you think you’re beyond feeling shameful tonight. which is what exactly led you here, to jeno.

and as if god took pity on you, your ‘resilience’ is rewarded when you hear shuffling from behind the door. the door creaks open and jeno stands behind it, craggy probably from being awoken well past midnight.

his hand cups the back of his neck, stretching his shoulders as he takes in who’s standing in front of him. “yn?” instinctively, his body steps to the side, allowing you space to step into his home.

the second the last syllable of your name dropped from his lips, you find yourself nothing short of lunging at him, arms wrapping tightly around jeno’s neck.

“woah,” he stumbles back, ultimately steadying himself before slowly running a hand down your back. “hey,” he murmurs softly next to your ear, “it’s okay.” his palm continues moving over you as a way of solace, gently pushing the door shut behind you simultaneously.

you didn’t notice how quick he was to offer comfort; not even knowing what ‘it’ was before telling you that it was alright.

you stay wrapped around jeno for what you wished was eternity, but more so like a few minutes. him staying completely silent as you inhaled deep breath after another, attempting to gain composure back.

jeno finally decides to break the silence, “wanna talk about it?”

“no,” you’re quick with your response, though your voice is slightly wavering.

“okay,” jeno faintly whispers, so quiet that you barely hear him.

you unravel your arms around him, pulling yourself away to look him in his eyes. your faces inches apart, “i just need you.”

jeno flickers between your eyes. he presses a delicate kiss onto your lips before taking in a deep breath, “i’m here.”

the ever-so-familiar all-consuming urge takes over you as you crash your lips onto his, breathing him in like he’s the very oxygen you rely on.

as if by habit, jeno immediately reciprocates. his hands positioned over the small of your back, supporting you as you lean back from the sheer force of jeno kissing you back.

the way you take each other in it’s like you haven’t seen him in years. a certain desperation tasting sweet on your lips as jeno presses himself firmly against you.

he hums into your lips before pulling away to catch his breath.

your thumb rests in the place between his ear and jawline, pulling his face closer until your foreheads meet.

through a shaky breath, you whisper, “i want you.”

“i can give you that,” jeno hauls you up into his arms with ease, like all the other times before this. gently pecking your lips as he carries you into his bedroom.

the room is lit only by the warm orange lamp in the corner. his bedsheets a faded black.

jeno reaches the end of his bed, dropping you onto the soft mattress and towering over your body.

he doesn’t say anything, instead letting his eyes tell you everything he’s thinking. they roam all over you, until his gaze finally fixes onto your face.

his breath hitches before he evens it out again. crawling over your body, you can see the muscles in his arms stretch and pull as he moves, caging you inside of him.

he leans down towards you, attaching his lips to your neck. rather than his usual penchant to suck on your skin as hard as he can so as to leave marks all over you, his lips are soft and fleeting against your neck—leaving a fluttering trail of kisses all the way to your collarbone.

you arch your back into the warmth of his lips.

jeno mumbles against your skin, “tell me what you want.” his breath fanning onto your chest.

your fingers lay flat on the planes of his face, the side of your thumb brushing over the corner of his mouth. jeno leans into your touch, tilting his head upwards to look at you.

you meet his gaze, both equally dark and lustful.

“i need you…”

there’s a second part to that sentence that you didn’t voice, but you’re sure jeno can fill in the blanks for himself.

on any other given night, jeno would’ve asked you to finish that statement. but not tonight.

his fingers hook into the hem of your shirt, quickly lifting it up and over you as if it’s the easiest thing to do in the world. he tosses the shirt over his shoulder somewhere—you don’t pay attention. immediately, he continues his trail of kisses down onto your chest, over your heartbeat.

his kisses get sloppier by the second, hands tugging at your waist like you can get any closer physically than you already are.

you can’t help the moans that rasp from the back of your throat as his hands make their way up your torso. the warmth of his palm covering the soft flesh of your chest as he hooks a finger into your bra strap.

he pulls his lips away from you, levelling his face with yours again.

jeno runs a hand down your hair, cupping his fingers over your cheek, “you’re so pretty tonight.” his voice coming out as a low, gravelly whisper.

you try to ignore the skip in your chest from that.

technically, he’s not breaking any rules, or rule. the rule being strictly no pet names. jeno thought it strange when you proposed that no matter what, no pet names are allowed to be used, but nonetheless, he went along with it.

“only tonight?” your eyebrows quirk upwards; not passing up on the opportunity he set up perfectly for you.

he subtly rolls his eyes, taking away his hand and planting it firmly into the mattress next to your head. jeno lets silence fill the next two moments, staring at you with an expression you haven’t seen from him before. much more serious than all the other ones you know.

“you’re always pretty. you know that.”

his words knock you speechless, staring at him half-blank and half-stunned as to how you should even respond to that.

you land a soft blow to his chest, “what is wrong with you?” you tease with the slightest hint of a nervous smile on your lips, trying to cut through the tension you’re feeling all over. “i came to get fucked, not… whatever this is.”

“oh, god forbid i be nice for once,” he sighs, causing you to slap your hand onto his chest once again—him chuckling lightly as a result. “who said i wasn’t gonna fuck you as well?”

he presses a faint kiss just off of your lips before moving down to work the buttons on your trousers.

his fingers tug impatiently at the waistband once the button is undone, pulling the fabric off of you. the cool air blankets your bare thighs, and the feeling is quickly replaced by jeno’s hand kneading your muscles underneath his fingers.

"you want to feel good?" jeno kisses your inner thigh, a heat sparking from where his lips touched your skin. "i'll make my pretty girl feel good."

he pushes the elastic band of his pajama pants down, revealing his lower stomach lined with hard packs of muscle.

jeno kneels in between your legs, hand wrapping around the base of his dick—slowly hardening as he pumps his hand up and down his length.

you watch him, flitting between his hand and his expression. jeno sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth. just the sight of his cock in his palm is making your hunger pool in between your legs, knees pressing together as you feel the pressure build.

you don't notice jeno watching you as carefully as you were him until he lets a chuckle fall from his lips. "you do need to get fucked, don't you?" he teases with a smile.

your teeth has been sinking down into your bottom lip even without you knowing. growing desperate just at the sight of him kneeling over you.

"so, are you gonna do it or not?" the restlessness ringing in your voice. you feign reaching for your pants slid halfway down your legs, "'cause i can go find someone who—"

"no, no," jeno grasps the wrist that you reached down with, pulling it back up and pinning it to the pillow over your head. "you're staying right here."

he takes your other hand, joining it with the one above your head. though only one of his hands are holding your wrists together, his grip is so tight that you don't think you can break free even if you wanted to.

he leans in, caressing your cheek with his thumb—so close that you can see each individual eyelash lining the edge of his eyelids. "and who can fuck you the way i do?" his eyes travel to your cheekbones, brushing over it with his fingers, "hm?"

"that's a bit cocky, don't you think?" you say, tilting your head to the side and dropping your gaze onto his lips.

his rosy pink lips curve into a cresent shape. "just asking a question, pretty girl."

you're starting to think jeno may be teetering on the borderline of your rule, but you don't bring it up.

"so?" jeno widens his eyes at you slightly, and you meet him with a mirrored expression.

"what?"

"you haven't given me a name."

truth is, you haven't slept with other people since you started sleeping with jeno. and it's not like you're going to anytime soon. even if you did, you know they simply don't compare.

and the worst thing is you know he knows this, too.

"you're so annoying," you want to nudge him away, but he's got your hands trapped.

jeno only smiles an innocent smile, amused at the sight of you writhing to break away under him to no avail. "i'm not going to do anything to you until you answer the question."

you stare into his eyes, and you’re sure he can see the frustration evident in your own.

“really?” is the only response you can give, dipping your chin and cocking your eyebrows up. the tone of your voice telling of your annoyance.

jeno nods, still with that smile on his face—not giving you anything more.

you roll your eyes.

“no one,” your voice low, almost on the edge of being sheepish.

“sorry, what was that?” he tilts his head, turning his ear towards you.

he’s having way too much fun teasing you like this.

you let out a groan. “fuck you,” you spit bitterly, your voice back up to a normal volume.

he chuckles lightly, “you’d love that, wouldn’t you?”

before you can even think of a witty response to his comment, you feel the friction of him dragging the tip of his cock over your clothed cunt.

“it’d be so easy to just put it in,” his fingers slipping into your underwear, “when you’re this wet.”

he pulls his fingers away, leaning into your face once again. “come on, pretty girl,” he brings his hand up to your lips, pushing them through and letting you suck on it, tasting yourself on his fingers. “tell me who can fuck you better than i can.”

he slides his fingers out, dragging along your lips before completing removing them.

“no one,” you mutter, trying to hide the desperation in you with a breath.

he smirks, “good girl.”

he looks down, bunching the fabric of your underwear to one side before grabbing the base of his cock and lining it up with your entrance.

you’re seeing a side to jeno that you haven’t seen before. usually, sex between you was a quick release. half the time it’s like he’s rushing to get through it with how hard and fast he’s pounding himself into you.

but slowly he pushes himself in you—being gentle with you, almost. moans erupting from his throat before he finally fills you up, as evidenced by the outline of his cock bulging up out of your stomach. the sight of it drives jeno fucking crazy—which is why he always fucks you like a dog in heat.

tonight, though, he’s determined to set a different pace.

his hips stills as your pussy swallows the entire length of his dick. no matter how many times you do it, it’s never something you can fully get used to. your back already arched into him, nails digging into your own palms.

“you always feel so fucking good,” jeno rasps, letting go of his grasp on your wrists and placing it on your waist instead.

he pulls his hips back at a steady pace. you feel every inch of it as it drags against your walls.

with your arms freed, you quickly wrap them around jeno’s neck.

he thrusts into you again, hips stuttering as he lets out a breathy moan. his head falls into the crook of your neck, hot breath fanning over your skin.

you hold back a cry as he bottoms out, fingers holding furiously onto his shoulders.

jeno builds a steady rhythm, sliding his cock in and out of you—following each thrust with a grunt.

“fuck, jeno,” you whine, thighs clamping tight around him.

he groans, his entire body responding viscerally to his name falling from your lips. and he can’t hold back anymore.

his hips picking up speed as he pounds himself deeper and deeper into you. fingers gripping tighter on your waist and pushing you down on his dick, meeting his thrusts halfway.

he unravels one of your arms from around his neck, laying it out over your head.

“fuck,” jeno lifts his head, leaving your faces mere inches apart. he spreads open your palm, threading his fingers through yours and holding your hand tightly as he keeps up the pace of his thrusts.

your bottom lip is pulled back by your teeth, trying to contain the whimpers and cries that are threatening to escape. you feel the pressure within you building, and creeping dangerously close to its release.

jeno lets out a string of curses, feeling you starting to tighten around him. “baby, i’m gonna—”

with a sudden choke of his words, jeno pulls out. his cock twitching violently as his cum shoots out from his tip, painting your stomach in streaks of white.

the sudden halt of friction leaves your body aching, desperate for sensation again.

your breathing begins to slow as you watch jeno throw his head back, cock still throbbing. looking down, you can see the ribbons of his cum covering your entire torso.

jeno drops his head, seeing the mess he made all over you.

“i’m sorry,” he pants, “i swear to god, you…”

you watch the bead of sweat rolling down the side of his face for a moment.

“‘baby?’” your voice taking on a questioning tone, ignoring your body’s pleading for attention.

“it just came over me, i know—” he breathes heavily, giving your hand a squeeze. “i know you don’t like it.”

“then, why’d you say it?” you sounding more defensive than offensive, surprising even yourself when your voice rings in your ear.

“i don’t know, i—” jeno untangles his hand from yours, pushing his hair back from sticking onto his face. “yn, are we really gonna do this?”

“you broke the rule.”

the bluntness of your statement forces jeno to look you in the eyes.

in all honesty, you’re not upset at this. but just the principle of him breaking the rule makes it appear like you are.

“you have to know,” jeno simply mutters.

“know what?”

“god, yn,” he shuts his eyes, turning his face away from yours for a brief moment. “you think i fuck everyone like this?”

he continues when you don’t respond—how could you even respond?

“you think i even fuck anyone who’s not you?”

jeno’s chest swells as he speaks. he pushes a strand of your hair back, tucking it behind your ear. “i wasn’t being mean earlier when i asked you that question, i—i wanted to know.”

you bite down hard on your lip.

the feeling of not knowing what to say has never settled well within you.

“jeno, i thought we—”

“i know what we agreed on,” jeno cuts you off. “and i’m sorry i crossed that line. you don’t have to—”

“i like you.”

your voice cuts through his. his eyes fixed on yours as he takes in what he just heard.

“what?” jeno’s voice is weak, his face telling of him being caught off guard.

you cup his cheek in your palm, thumb lightly grazing over his cheekbone, “i like you.”

“i thought—”

you press your lips firmly onto his, breaking off the rest of his words. when you pull away, jeno chases after your lips with his own, kissing you like his very life depended on it.

“fuck,” he mumbles against you, letting out a soft chuckle. “you like me.”

you hum as he pulls back, lips glossy under the dim lighting.

“are you saying this is one-sided?” you rib.

a small smirk turns up the corner of jeno’s lips. “you haven’t cum, yet, have you?”

the sudden turn in topic draws your eyebrows together.

jeno moves lower down your body, hands running down the sides of it, until his mouth is hovering over your bare cunt.

“i guess i should show my pretty baby just how much i like her.”

[nerdlvr]

pt.1

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for a lack of better words, nerd!hyuck is pussy drunk. never in his life has he tasted something so damn sweet, he just can't get enough of you.

as he lapped up your juices, not letting a single drop hit the bed, you couldn't help but moan at the sight. hyuck was of course with his face in between your legs, one hand laying flat on your tummy, while the other grabbed onto the outside of your thigh. his eyes were closed, savoring the taste as he lightly hummed into your pussy. his glasses pushed up into his hair, revealing his forehead.

you sat up slightly to watch him, mouth hung open in shock. he was like a man starved. head moving side to side as he let his tongue explore every crevice. he stopped when he reached your wet hole, prodding the entrance with his tongue. you moaned softly, urging him to keep going. his hand moved down from your tummy to find your clit, rubbing circles with his thumb as he continued to push his tongue inside, wanting to taste more of you. you gasped lightly at the feeling a tight pressure building in your tummy.

you laid back down gripping the sheets, gently lifting your hips, pushing yourself further onto his tongue. you heard a low groan come from hyuck as he finally opened his eyes to watch you use him. he stopped his movements, encouraging you to rub yourself on his face. he pressed his tongue flat onto your mound, tapping your thigh as a sign to keep going. you let out a loud whine, your thrusts not enough to satisfy you.

"hyuck please, please help me."

he let out a little chuckle, pushing your hips back down into the bed. hyuck brought his hand down, wetting his fingers in your slick before slowly sliding them into you. you moaned at the feeling finally he was putting his fingers to good use. when he finally reached his knuckle he curled his fingers inside you, smiling wide at your reaction. you threw your head back squeezing your eyes shut,

"oh my god, hyuck, your mouth, use your mouth too."

he placed his lips back onto your clit, using his tongue to circle the tiny bud. when you opened your eyes to look down at him, he was in a trance his spit dripping everywhere, fingers pumping in and out of you, all while he pressed his hips into the bed, trying to gain some form of relief. you grabbed onto his hair, gently moving him up and down as he lapped at your clit. he moaned into you, enjoying the control you had over him, vibration finally snapping the tension that was building. you shut your eyes as you threw yourself back onto the bed moaning out a strong of incoherent words, gently letting go of his hair, a relieved sigh leaving your lips.

he slowly separated from you, bottom half of his face glossy with your juices as he licked his lips clean. he placed his glasses back onto his face to get a good look at you. his mouth forming a goofy smile as the image of your tired body became clear to him.

"was that okay?"

you laughed at his question, that was more than okay.

[luvyeni]

SISTER TAMER ,, 黄仁俊

pairings ‎⸝⸝⸝ roommate!renjun x reader wc. 2.2k

genre. smut

🦢◞  includes ... reader is marks sister, oral ( m receiving ), throat fucking, rough sex, degradation, pussy slapping, unprotected sex

request. brother's best friend renjun x reader 🥺 pretty please 🥺

「 authors note 𖹭 」 i like this one , mean dom junnie means everything to me.

❪ masterlist! ❫

renjun liked mark; he was clean, he paid his bills on time and he was an all around good guy. he did have one flaw though, and it wasn't necessarily him, but an attachment to him— mark had a sister; you, renjun didn't like you.

you had moved in a year after he did; you were a freshman in college and your brother had an extra room, and who was he to say no? his name wasn't on the lease— he soon wished it was, cause then he had authority to get rid of you. you were a nightmare. he and mark did everything; the cooking, the cleaning; mark paid his and your portion of the bills, and gave you money that you spent on stupid stuff in his opinion.

“she's just not use to hearing the word no.” mark would say when he'd tell mark about your behavior. “our parents really spoiled her, it's best to just give her what she wants, to avoid anything.” that just pissed renjun off even more; he didn't want to move out, he actually grew to like mark, and the apartment was close to his campus and his job— it was just you; all he had to do was get rid of you, but that didn't seem like it was happening for a very long time.

“good morning junie!” you chirped walking into the kitchen, he grumbled. “i told you to stop calling me that.” you smiled; reaching up to grab a mug from the cabinet, the shirt he was assuming was your brothers raising up revealing a new tattoo on your lower back, along with part of your ass, he was used to it by now; the tiny shorts you would always wear against your brother wishes. “does your brother know you got that?” you smirked. “you gonna tell me junie?”

“it's none of his business, i’m an adult.” you sat down. “besides he won't know, only people i want to see it can.” you winked, sitting down at the table. “mark told you about wearing those shorts in the house.” you rolled your eyes. “please, do you listen to everything mark says?” he was already irritated; and you were making it worse. “what are you two talking about?” mark emerged from his room. “nothing mark.” you stood up from your seat , finishing your coffee. “yo, go put some clothes on.” mark said, you scoffed. “i literally just got up, i wanted coffee before my shower.”

“well you got your coffee, now go out some clothes on,” he said. “me and the girls are going out later tonight, can i have some money?” renjun watched the older boy sigh. “i don't get paid until tomorrow; i just gave you money.” your whine rang throughout the boys head. “please i need it, for drinks.” mark sighed in defeat. “fine , i'll wire you the money, now go get dressed,” he said, smiling while skipping back to your room. “you know you could've just told her no.”

mark nodded, “you heard her about to start man.” renjun sat up. “she could also get a job.” mark scoffed. “don't worry about man, but i do have to tell you something.” renjun nodded for him to continue. “gotta work the late shift tonight, won't be in until the morning.” renjun knew where this was going; it's happened numerous of times before. “mark.” he sighed. “i know , i know but i can't turn this down and you know she's not gonna give up a night out.” the elder boy said. “just make sure she gets in and into bed safely.”

great now he had to babysit a drunk you, on the night he was supposed to be studying. “look, i'll pay the light bill for this month,” he said. “its the least i could do after having to deal with that.” renjun nodded. “thank you so much bro, just make sure she doesn't swallow her tongue, or fall asleep in the shower…” mark stood up from his seat. “again.”

“has anything worked?” yunjin asked. “nothing, he doesn't budge.” you said , downing your second shot. “he's always just so moody.” ryujin laughed. “maybe he's just not interested in you” you scoffed. “maybe or maybe im not trying hard enough.” your friends shook their heads. “and what do you think mark is gonna do when he finds out his little sister is trying to fuck his roommate.” you shrugged. “my brother doesn't have to know everything i do with my life.”

stumbling down the hall of your apartment; putting the code in the door; pushing the door open. “mark!” you shouted, words slurring, taking your shoes off. “mark!” you repeated, walking to the back where your room was— also where renjuns room was.

renjun typed away on his screen, earphones in, not noticing you stumbling into his room— that was until his earphones were snatched out his ear. “what the fuck!” you chuckled. “where's mark?” you sat on his bed. “you smell like alcohol.” he scrunched his nose in disgust. “that's because i’ve been drinking, duh.” he rolled his eyes. “your brother had the late shift, he told me to make sure you get in safe.” he said. “you look safe , now get out and don't swallow your tongue.”

“mmh, don't wanna.” you laid back on his bed. “wanna stay right here.” he sighed, annoyed. “get up.” you ignored him, your skirt rising up, he could see your black panties. “yn get up and go to your room, now.” your hair messily displayed around your head like a halo. “yn im not fucking around.” you sat up, your boobs almost peeking out. “no.”

you could barely register anything before he was out of his chair, standing in front of you. “im so sick of you.” you felt a tug to your hair. “you don't fucking listen.” he growled , forcing you to look up at him. “that shit stops today.”

your panties were soaked, watching him undo the ties of his sweats, using his free had to push them down to his ankles. “re-renjun.” he grabbed your jaw. “shut the fuck up.” he spat, his cock hard in his underwear— guess seeing your panties really got him going. “you talk when i give you permission to, understand?” you nodded. “you have a mouth, use it.”

“y-yes.” your mouth water as he pulled his cock out, slapping it across your cheek. “you want my cock so bad it's disgusting.” he cursed, rubbing it along your cheek. “desperate for a cock even if attached to someone who can't stand you.” he tapped the tip of his length, coating your plump lips in his precum. “pl-please, i want it.”

“did i say speak?” he slapped your cheek. “apologize.” he ordered. “s-sorry.” you stuttered out. “good you do know how to listen when im telling you to do something.” he said. “you're not my , hpmh!” your bratty comeback was interrupted by renjun shoving his cock into your wet cavern. "fuck, just couldn't help yourself.” he growled. “at least your mouth is good for something.” he moaned, hand tangled up in your mane. “tired of you always running your mouth.” he pushed your head all the way down on his length. “fuck , time to put it to good use.”

he pulled out; leaving trail of spit dripping down your chin. “gonna fuck your face.” he shoved himself back inside, thrusting into your mouth. “yeah, fuck!” he cursed, your throat contractions around his cock, the gagging and lewd noises coming from your throat egging him off. “nasty fucking mouth.” he pushed your head down on his length , holding it there. “come on choke on my cock fuck you want it so bad.” your manicured hands holding his thighs. “shit!”

he let your head go, finally giving you air. you sputtered and coughed , black streaks from your mascara running down your cheeks. “im not done yet slut.” he pulled you back , shoving his cock back down your throat. “gonna cum down your throat.” his hips moved back and forth a fast pace. “fu-fucking take it!”

you felt the warmth of his seed, hitting the back of your throat. “shit!” he released your head again. “look at you all messy, covered in spit like a true slut.” his cock bobbing against his stomach. “turn the fuck around.” not giving you a chance to recover from his assault on your throat. “come on do it.” he pushed you back on the bed , flipping you on to your stomach. “put your fucking ass up.” he maneuvered your body.

“soaked right through your panties.” he slapped your ass, pulling your skirt down. “tiny fuckin skirt.” you yelped feeling another sting to your ass. “wearing shit like this to get my attention huh?” he rubbed your cock along your folds. “i asked you a question.” another sharp sting to your ass making you moan in pleasure. “y-yes, all for you.” you gasped.

“slut.” he spat on his cock, using your juices to lube his cock. “beg for it.” you whined, only for him to slap your ass. “if i wanted to listen to you whine like a child would've said so , i said fucking beg , come on , beg for my cock like you beg your brother for money.”

“pl-please junie.” you whimpered, pussy aching to be filled. “pl-please fuck me, i want it.” moving your ass on his length. “i want your cock inside me.” trying to fuck yourself on his cock, he didn't like that. “what the fuck are you doing?” he growled, pushing your head down into his pillow. “did i say do that? you don't fucking listen.” he shoved his cock inside you giving you no warning. “fuck!”

he waited no time, not giving you any time to adjust to his sudden intrusion, holding your waist in his hands , fucking you; your ass bouncing. “you don't make the rules with me , i do -fuck- you understand?” you were too fucked out to answer , but he still wanted one, grabbed you hair , tugging hard. “answer me!”

“fuck yes!” you shouted, neighbors probably getting a sense of what was going on, but that was marks problem; you could barely even function, shouting his name like a mantra as he abused your cunt. “fuck I'm gonna cum!”

your cunt was gripping his cock like a vice, he wasn't sure how long he was gonna last. “fuck!” he hissed. “pl-please let me cum.” you cried , legs burning , tears streaming down your face. “you gonna be a good girl -fuck- when me or your brother tells you to do something you're gonna do it right?” he slapped your cunt. “fuck junie!” you screamed. “are you?”

“i didn't say you can, so fu-fucking hold it.” he grunted, you whined , usually when you had sex , you came whenever you wanted, this was new. “i-i can't.” you slurred. “i didn't fucking ask.” he pulled out , giving your ass one last slap, flipping you on your back, shoving his cock back inside you, hitting a new angle.

“yes fuck!” you screamed. “pl-please.” he grunted. “fuck im gonna cum.” he hissed. “cum , cream my fucking cock like a slut.” the knot in your stomach snapping , cumming, a white ring forming around his cock as he continued to fuck you. “sh-shit.” he quickly removed himself , cumming all over your stomach. “ugh fuck!”

you were heavy breathing, coming down from your long awaited high; renjun on the other hand wasn't done. “get the fuck up , we're not done.” he said. “shit is gonna change around here , even if i gotta fuck it into you.” … you were in for a long night.

…

mark tiredly made his way down the hall to the apartment, ready to hit his bed. “huh?” he noticed three written letters tapped to his door; renjun must've had a girl or some over. ripping the papers off the door , putting in the password , throwing the papers in the trash. “renjun?”

he checked the time, the boy normally was up eating breakfast by now. “jun where you at bro?” he heard shuffling and cursing coming from the boys room , he shook his head , going to check on you— your bed hadn't been slept in. “shit jun she didn't come in last night.” you could be past out somewhere and he wouldn't know. “jun did she come in last night?” he knocked on the boy's door.

“sh-shit that's your brother get up.” the boy shook you, you groaned in pain. “my head.” your voice horse. “my legs.” you were ignoring the boy next to throwing your clothes at you. “junie what-” you suddenly saw the darkness off the blanket covering you. “did you see— what the fuck are you doing?” you shoved the blanket off your head , face going pale , your brother standing in the doorway. “mark.”

“mark bro— whatever went down in this room , i don't want to know , and i never want to know.” he said. “just know it better not happen while im here and keep it down so the neighbors better not come knocking.” he shut the door before any of you could say something. “this is why i said go to your room last night, but insisted on sleeping here.”

“and you let me.” you smirked condescendingly , that pissed him off. “did you not learn anything from last night?” he grabbed your jaw; a loud bang on the wall.

“get the fuck out of his room now!”

©LUVYENI

[spookyji]

begging on my knees….pussy eater jisung pls..,,pls just pls…..oh god

# pussy drunk jisung

(nsfw + mdni) okay hehe

heaven is between your thighs, for jisung. hours spent, lost track of time because all he can think about is just how pretty and soft and cute you are when you’re a mess, fingers barely clinging to the soft strands of his hair, spread out pretty over his sheets, immersed. trembling, quivering as jisung draws another orgasm from your exhausted body, seeing stars and you’re not sure how much more you can give, but he’s addicted, unable to stop.

s-sungie— can’t, you whimper tearily, the pressure building in your abdomen as his pretty lips suck your clit, fingers glistening with your juices as he feels across the sheets for your hand, the only acknowledgement of your words. god, he loves your hands, so small and delicate in his own, groaning as you tug his hair weakly in response to the way his tongue prods at your folds, sticky and messy with arousal and release, lapping up your wetness as his hot breath fans over your sensitive bud, eliciting vulnerable gasps and cries as jisung buries him face between your thighs as the knot in your core comes undone, lewd and loud slurps of your release.

nngh— shit, jisung moans, barely coming up to breathe, his lips glistening wet, licking them slowly as his tongue drags over, leaning over as he sloppily kisses the palm of your hand, starry eyed and staring at the way your hand fits into his, so much smaller. your pretty, dazed eyes shyly meeting his, cool moonbeams projecting a glow on your skin. his lean form casting a shadow over you, quiet whisper just audible as his lips brush against your ear. can i… just the tip?

[luvyeni]

𖹭. 라이즈 x 8TH MEMBER ( reaction ) !

genre smut 𖹭 warning oral ( m. & f. reciveing ), unprotected sex, public sex pairing — perv!otseven x 8thmember!fem reader | back to library .

request. could you please do riize x 8th member like you did for nct dream please?

perv!riize USING THEIR PRETTY 8TH MEMBER FOR THEIR PLEASE WHENEVER THEY SO WISH TO.

perv!shotaro brings you to the dance studio late at night to help you with the new choreography , only to be distracted by your exposed neck , and chest— turning the music up; so no one hears the screams of pleasure as he bucks into you on the couch. "fu-fuck scream louder , only I can hear how pretty pussy sound."

perv!eunseok who finds his way into your bedroom each night , fucking you until you both tire you out , leaving your legs sore , biting back a smirk as you struggle to dance pulling you aside. "You're letting everyone know how hard I fucked you last time , try and keep up.

perv!sungchan who crawls under the desks quietly while you're live streaming , lifting your skirt up as you look between him and the screen , the comments question if you're okay and you can only mutter out a yes as he licks a fat stripe up your slit , mouthing you to stay quiet.

perv!wonbin who pays the makeup artist to keep quiet as he pushes you to your knees , pulling his cock out so you can suck him off while he's getting his makeup done. "fu-fuck you better hurry before someone sees you being a slut for me."

perv!seunghan who can barely wait until they get to the dorm after practice , stuffing his hands into your pants; his fingers curling inside your cunt , the members , paying you no mind , knowing they'll get their turn , but now it's his turn. "cum all over my fingers."

perv!sohee tries not to moan as he bucks his hips up into your hand , the fans so unaware of what was going on under the table at the fansign , both you smiling and interacting with fans as he came in his pants for the 3rd time.

perv!anton who asked you to help record a song with him , standing behind you , reading you the lyrics , his hips steadily rocking against you as he goes over the lyrics. "an-anton." he kissed your neck. "just keep reading the lyrics." he sighs. "keep going -fuck- i'm going to cum."

©️LUVYENI

[melobin-deactivated20260520]

sungchan + filming😵‍💫

“just like that baby” sungchan’s voice carried throughout the room from behind you, his body still as he knelt up on the bed. he watched you through his phone screen, your ass pressing back against him, your back arched and the side of your face pressed against his mattress. he praised you as you fucked yourself back against him, making sure his phone picked up the audio of your skin hitting against his “you’re doing so well”

you whimpered as you heard him speak, fingers closing around the sheets beneath you as you took his cock deep inside of you. you were becoming tired, your thighs aching as you continued bouncing back against him. you wanted to be good for him, wanting to give him what he wanted.

sungchan had simply asked you if you two could record a video for him to watch when he’s away from you, because god knows he’s away from you much more than he wishes he was. he just needed something, something that had you in it, if he had that whilst he was away then he would satisfied. well, as satisfied as he could be without the feeling of your slick wall wrapped around his cock.

you hadn’t only just started; the two of had been going at it for hours, his cock sliding into you with ease due to the wetness you had accumulated over the time you’d been in bed together. the positions he had you in, how at one point he’d set his phone down to record the two of you whilst he held you against him and fucked up into you until you were crying. if he couldn’t have you when he wanted, then he’d make sure he had enough content to watch when he needed it.

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