a/n: intended lowercase, likes and reblogs appreciated!! I’m not sure how I feel about thiss, it’s quite freaky
“fuck…” he hisses “please.”
soobin has no clue how he ended up face down ass up with your tongue poking around his ass.
all because of another one of his perverted little jokes.
truly, he was joking but now he’s silently thanking the higher ups for whatever they did to possess you into saying “sure” to eating his ass.
“mmph~ please.” he hasn’t stopped begging since you started.. soobin jerks back slightly, hoping it’ll get you to do more than just circle your tongue around him.
he peeks behind him only to see your crinkled eyes, mocking him, teasing him to tears. soobin lays his head into the pillows, gripping the sheets. he’s so close but so far.
getting bored of teasing you decide to fully commit, drilling your tongue into his ass without warning.
soobin mewls at the feeling. your hot tongue licking into his tight hole makes his cock leak precum onto the sheets.
hearing his own loudness, his cheeks redden and he bites his bottom lip, embarrassed at how pathetic he must sound.
your hand lands a hard slap right atop of his ass cheek, soobin lets out a range of gasps and moans with his face buried in the pillows.
you take your tongue away from his puckering hole, ignoring his whines from the sudden loss.
“Let me hear you,” you say, soon after spit comes out of your mouth and you let it drip to his anus.
soobin shivers at the feeling, and moans when you finally go back to eating him out.
“fuck, yes,” he whines. “please, keep going.”
he’s shaking like a leaf, turning over to reach under himself and start stroking his hard cock.
seeing him struggle to consistently simulate himself, you take his hand and jerk him off yourself instead.
soobin deflates pathetically, completely powerless with you controlling all his pleasure.
“t-thank you, thank you,” he cries out. trying to stabilize himself despite that knot in his stomach overwhelming his senses.
he felt like he was in a total state of bliss, babbling nonsense as you continued to lick him, stroke him, spank him.
soobin could do nothing but take the pleasure you were giving him, fat and salty tears streaming down his face as he reaches his peak.
coming undone and making a complete mess on the bed, soobin can’t help but be grateful he’s such a pervert.
Synopsis: After finding out about your roommates promiscuous side hustle, why not use your new discovery to solve years of tension.
NOTES: NSFW, Porn with a hella plot…. Haechan x fem!reader, roommate + childhood bestfriend!Haechan, Dom!reader x sub!haechan, oral (fem receiving), cow girl, masterbating, recording on LIVE (hehe). Not 100% proofread LMK IF ANYTHING ELSE!!
WC: 4k || >_<
A/N; NGL, my synopsis doesn’t match with the actual writing oops… it’s been a while!! I’m a bit rusty but I hope you still enjoy! Likes and reblogs appreciated! STREAM Go Back To The Future
Unlocking the front door to your shared apartment, you were greeted by the cold air touching your skin as you stepped in. It was colder than usual — freezing, even. You assumed Haechan, your roommate, hadn’t left his room to increase the temperature since you left for work this morning.
This only added onto the irritation that has been growing since you clocked into work. Today has been a long day, you at least wanted to come home and relax. Not walk into what feels like a snow storm.
You placed your bag on the kitchen counter as you walked over to the thermostat. ‘There’s no way he didn’t feel this cold air all day..’ You thought to yourself as you fixed the temperature to your liking.
You were ready to barge into Haechan’s room and full-on scold him for making the house feel like an igloo. He’s been more quiet than usual, you noticed it the moment you entered the house.
Usually, he’d run out of his room to greet you, or he’d be locked in his room and screaming at his computer as he lost another battle in whatever games he liked to play. Today was different. He didn’t leave his room at all. There wasn’t any noise coming from it either. All you heard was silence.
Suspicious, you tiptoed over to his room to catch him in whatever act he was doing. You hesitantly gripped the doorknob.
‘What if he was sleeping? I don’t wanna wake him up..’
Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of soft hums followed by heavy breaths coming from behind the door. What the hell could he be doing? The sounds only grew louder as you listened closer. You could’ve sworn he said your name a few times.
There were numerous possibilities spiraling through your mind as to what he could be doing. But nothing could prepare you for what you’d be greeted with.
You opened the door slow enough to where the usual creaking noises were silent.
The room was pitch dark. The bright light beaming from his desktop computer was the only thing helping you glance around the room.
Your eyes glued to Haechan as more noises slipped from his mouth. He sat at the edge of his bed, back facing you. You would’ve been blind to what he was doing if it weren't for the — wait, is that your laptop? — recording his every move.
There he was, a moaning mess with his hardened cock on full display in front of your laptop. His free hand gripped the sheets as he stroked himself in a slow, steady rhythm.
You could see comments appearing on the screen as you examined the screen. Was he on livestream?
You couldn’t look away from his figure. It’s like your eyes were glued to the sight, and you weren’t mad at it either.
“Y-Y/n, mm..I’m so close.”
The sound of your name made your heart drop to your stomach. There’s no way he was seriously jerking off to the thought of you. Not the guy you’ve been best friends with since childhood. He was always honest with you, always telling you everything. There were never any secrets between you, or so you thought.
“Fuck—you’re so pretty, Y/n...I’m gonna cum for you. Only you.”
His whimpers only grew louder as he quickened his pace. Breath heaving, legs quivering, and hips buckling as cum spilled from his flushed pink tip.
A loud, restrained groan escaped his lips as he reached his climax. You could see the hairs stuck to his forehead as he threw his head back from the stimulation flowing through his body.
You couldn’t deny that the sight created a damp spot in your panties. You pressed your thighs together as the arousal in your lower abdomen grew stronger.
Once he overcame his orgasm, Haechan ended the livestream and shut off your laptop. He grabbed the Kleenex from his desk and began cleaning the mess he made. You took that as a cue to slowly close the door and pretend like you were busy before he saw you.
Rushing back to the kitchen, you sat at the counter and scrolled through your phone. Your desperate attempt to distract yourself was beyond hopeless.
You could only think about how pretty Haechan’s moans were as he got off to the thought of you. All the irritation you felt prior was replaced with something pristine. Something you’d never felt for Haechan before.
A part of you wanted to be mad at him for what he did: stealing your laptop, filming himself jerking off for probably hundreds of people to see, and never telling you about his feelings.
But you couldn’t help but get turned on by all of it. This has probably been going on for months and you never had a clue. He’s been doing all of that behind your back while acting casual in your face every single day. You couldn’t help but feel excited.
You wondered how pretty the sight would be if it had’ve been you in between his legs instead of your laptop. The idea of him gripping your hair as you sucked him dry, teasing his tip and making him moan louder, watching him unravel before you as he c-
“Hey, when did you get home?” You flinched at the sudden sound of Haechan’s voice. He walked up to you with that innocent smile he always wore on his face, but you could see through it after what you witnessed. “A little while ago, why?”
Haechan shrugged, “No reason, just missed you a little.” His hands found their way to yours. He caressed them gently, as if he were examining them for the first time.
It was a habit of his to fiddle with your hands. One that you didn’t pay attention to until now. There was a certain look in his eyes, a look of lust. Why was he so infatuated with your hands out of everything else?
“Oh I'm sure you did.” Your snarky remark caused him to pause. His expression switched to suspicion, a slight frown tugging at his eyebrows as he squinted his eyes. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
His confusion assured you that he was unaware of your presence observing him a few moments ago. He seriously should be more conscious of his surroundings. What if it were a robber instead of you? He’d be long gone by now.
“Hyuck,” you placed your phone on the counter and fully faced him. “What were you doing before I got home?”
Haechan’s expression didn’t change, as if he was suspicious of you. “Nothing? Just chilling in my room on the game?”
You tilted your head with a sly grin, raising an eyebrow. “Oh really? And what game requires you to moan my name?”
Haechan’s entire body went stiff, expression growing pale. His heart dropped to his stomach. Was he seriously that loud?
“Um, I don’t..know what you’re talking about?” His lack of eye contact only made him more guilty. You couldn’t help but giggle at his poor attempt to lie. Why couldn’t he just be honest? Was he afraid of how you’d react? Surely, it is slightly perverted to jerk off to the thought of your best friend and record it on their laptop…
Okay, maybe it’s really perverted, but you weren’t mad. Your love for him might’ve grew even stronger after catching him in the act.
“Can you bring me my laptop?” You requested, and he obeyed. You remembered that once he finished, he never closed out of the tab. He simply closed the laptop without a second thought. And even if he closed it out now, you could always check your history.
Not even ten seconds later, he came back with your laptop. You noticed his trembling hands when he gave it to you. He was more than nervous, more like scared.
You opened the laptop and typed in your password. Fortunately, to your luck, he did forget to close out the tab.
There you saw various videos of him in different locations around the house: the kitchen counter, living room, bathroom, your bed, and the balcony. The videos were always titled, “Missing her” or something similar. You already had an idea of who this ‘her’ was.
As you scrolled further, you stumbled upon videos with your panties on his shaft. Pairs you hadn’t seen in months. It appears that the lacy pink ones were his favorite. This new information resulted in a familiar pulse in your core, heat pooling in your lower abdomen once again.
You saw an option on the website titled ‘Payments’ and clicked on it without hesitation.
Your eyes widened at what you encountered. Plenty of payments everyday that varied from hundreds to thousands. They either had requests attached to them or were for support.
“So this is how you pay your half of the rent..” You spoke in an amused tone, not taking your eyes off the screen.
Haechan’s head perked up, “What are you talking about?” He flinched when you turned the screen towards him with the payments tab open.
“Oh my god..” he said under his breath, staring at the screen, mortified. “Y/n, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean for you to see any of that.” His voice trembled as he panicked, keeping his gaze fixed on the floor.
You placed the laptop on the counter and brought him closer to you. His breaths were shallow, as if he was suddenly afraid of you. “Calm down. I’m not mad.” You caressed the back of his head as he stood in between your legs.
Haechan slowly looked at you, eyebrows knitting together. “You’re not?”
A soft smile accompanied your face as you shook your head. “Surprised, yes. But not mad. I’m just impressed that you kept this from me for so long.”
This helped him calm down. He was no longer trembling and feeling nervous.
“That doesn’t mean you’re off the hook, though.”
“What can I do to make it up to you?” Haechan fiddled with his hands again after hearing your words. He knew you wouldn't just let it slide so easily.
“Let me record a video with you.”
The room fell silent after you spoke, words lingering in the air. Your heartbeat thudding in your chest was the only sound you could hear. Haechan hadn’t moved one inch. Was your suggestion really that crazy?
“Y/n..you know what that means, right? You’d have to..y’know..have sex with me. On camera..” He looked over at you, stating the obvious.
“I’m not a kid, dumbass.” You deadpanned. “I’m not new to sex, Hyuck.”
Haechan swallowed harshly. The more this conversation went on, the more flustered he got. “I know, but..”
You crashed your lips onto his to shut him up. It only took a few seconds for him to reciprocate the kiss, hands attaching to your waist.
You pulled away a few moments later. “I know you want it, too. Can we please go to your room, now?” You pleaded softly with that sweet voice and puppy eyes that he could never say ‘no’ to.
Haechan nodded almost instantly and guided you to his room. It certainly looked cleaner than how you saw it previously. He even changed the sheets. No wonder you were blind to what he was up to all this time.
“So, um, how exactly are we gonna do this?” Haechan turned to face you, eyes darting everywhere but your face. He looked so pathetic. You knew you’d have to take control tonight.
“Well, let’s see, how do you usually start your videos?” You clicked back on your laptop to click on a video.
“Wait- you don’t have to do that!” Haechan quickly tugged your laptop out of your grasp. Voice growing louder as embarrassment rushed through him.
His reaction was cute, you must admit. You couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh at how panicked he was.
“Okay, so, I’m usually already undressed by the time I start recording.” He walks over to his desk and places the laptop down, setting up the camera to his liking. “Fyi, I’m completely anonymous on here. Which is why you don't see my face in any videos.”
The dedication in his tone only made you more aroused. “Uh-huh. Got it.”
You walked over to the edge of his bed and took a seat. Haechan was maneuvering things on his desk so that there’d be a clear view on the camera. You grew more impatient, the seconds were dragging on longer as you watched him.
“Hyuck, come here.”
Haechan turned to face you. Body growing stiff when he saw that hungry, lustful look in your eyes. He immediately obeyed, taking a seat beside you.
You turned to face him. He was still avoiding your gaze. Cute.
“Look at me, Hyuck. I won’t hurt you.”
Haechan slowly met your gaze, swallowing the lump in his throat. Your demeanor changed when you sensed his nervousness.
“We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to.”
Haechan shook his head quickly. “No, I..I really want to. I’ve just..never done this before. Not with another person.” His voice grew quiet as he spoke. Almost like he was ashamed to tell you how inexperienced he was.
“Hyuck, I know you’re a virgin. What kind of best friend would I be to not know that?” You tilted your head. Teasing him lightheartedly.
Haechan smiled faintly for the first time all day. Your heart fluttered at the sight. He was truly the most beautiful boy you’d ever met.
“Can I kiss you?” Haechan asked, voice gentle and hesitant.
You nodded. “You don't have to ask, silly.”
Haechan’s lips slowly met yours. His hands found your waist again, squeezing eagerly.
Your hands found his neck, caressing it gently. His tense body softened under your touch.
Your tongue poked at his bottom lip. Asking for permission. Haechan parted his lips enough for you to slip your tongue inside. A soft moan escaped his lips as you swirled your tongue around his.
You took that as an incentive to keep going. Without breaking the kiss, you moved over to straddle his lap. Lips wandering from his lips, to his jaw, then his neck.
You left soft pecks on his neck until you found that sensitive spot that made him grip your waist tighter. Eyes closing shut as he whined.
Sucking lightly, you left hickeys and love bites all over his neck. Your hands found the hem of his shirt, tugging lightly. “I need this off. Now.”
Without hesitation, Haechan obeyed. His shirt was off in a flash. Lips connecting to yours like they had a gravitational pull.
You smiled softly at him before you moved your mouth down to his nipple. One of his most sensitive spots.
The loud cry escaping Haechan’s mouth was like music to your ears. You licked and sucked on his nipple delicately. Pinching the other one to rile him up even more.
Haechan’s entire body reacted to your teasing. He was so sensitive. So innocent. He could cum right here, right now. Merely from the treatment you gave to his nipples alone. His bulge stiffened through his shorts, dripping with pre cum.
You couldn’t let him cum so easily. Not when the fun just began. Haechan whined in disappointment when you pulled away, right when we could feel himself reaching his climax.
“Do you wanna start recording now?” Your sly grin betrayed the innocent tone in your voice. Haechan’s eyes widened as he rushed to the laptop. Almost completely forgetting about the tape that you were supposed to be filming.
He pressed record and kept the camera low enough to where your faces were out of range. Many people instantly joined the stream. You got more aroused just from the idea that thousands of viewers would witness you ruin Haechan tonight.
His lips found yours again. Hands traveling lower down your back until he found the him of your pants, tugging harshly.
“Wanna taste you. Guide me, please?” He whispered against your lips, eager to please you.
You nodded and moved closer to the camera. Lower half on full displayed as you slowly parted your legs. Haechan made his way to the floor, on his knees just for you. He quickly tugged your pants and underwear past your legs, tossing them aside.
You were already dripping from earlier. Haechan almost drooled at the sight. This was truly a dream come true.
“Go ahead.” You demanded, smiling softly. There had to be at least one thing he knew about pleasing a woman.
Haechan nodded. Slowly bringing his mouth to your heat, sucking delicately. You watched him carefully. He was so gentle, almost like he was scared to mess up.
“Move your tongue in circle motions, okay?” You requested, voice soft as you watched him. Haechan nodded and began drawing circles with his tongue around your clit. You threw your head back at the sensation, a soft moan escaping your lips.
Haechan looked up at you with those sweet, innocent brown eyes. He wondered if he was doing a good job. His eyes begged for approval.
“You’re doing so good, baby. So good for me.” You praised, bringing up a hand to caress his head. Haechan’s pace increased after hearing your words. That was all he needed to keep going, your sweet words telling him that he was doing well.
Gaining confidence, Haechan inserted two fingers inside you, thrusting them gently to see how you’d react. He learned it from the numerous porn videos he watched, and this was the perfect opportunity to make use of it.
Your toes curled as a pornographic moan escaped your lips. Your breaths quickened as Haechan licked in between your folds and back to your clit. He was skilled for someone who’s inexperienced.
There was something about the way he looked at you. Like he was enjoying this more than you were. The shy, nervous Haechan you saw before was long gone. A cocky smile formed on his face as he moaned in your pussy, making your thighs quiver.
“Hyuck—! ’m so close!” You cry out, with a whiny moan. Your tight walls clench around his fingers as your body trembles under Haechan’s touch. He detached his mouth from your pussy, allowing the camera to see the pretty sight. Your release came quickly, spilling onto Haechan’s fingers and running down his wrist as his fingers curled into you.
Haechan’s eyes were glued to what he had done. He brought his hand to his mouth, licking every bit of you off his fingers. Your breathing slowed down just in time for Haechan to bring his mouth to yours, letting you taste yourself on his lips.
Haechan was so good to you. It’s like he thought about you more than he thought about himself. You adored it, the idea that he cared more about pleasing you. You wanted to give him any and everything he asked for.
“Tell me,” you broke the kiss, voice low and flirtatious. Your hands found the hem of his shorts. “What do you want, baby?”
Haechan looked at you with heart eyes as he bit his lower lip. His face was so close to yours, there was any space in between. “Want you to fuck me. Please.” His voice was whiny and desperate. This man was head over heels for you, and you loved it.
You nodded, tugging harshly at his shorts for them to come off. His cock sprung out quickly, hitting his stomach. His tip was already dripping with pre cum. He was lengthy, and protruding with small veins. You hadn’t even realized that you paused and stared until he began to speak.
“Want you to ride me, Y/N, please. Need you so bad” Haechan was so good at begging, how could you deny someone so patient.
You take his cock into your hand and slowly stroke the length, he twitches from the stimulation, turned on from the way you’re handling him and thrilled that you’re taking his virginity on camera.
You give him a slow, teasing smile. “Look at you,” you murmur, thumb swiping over the leaking head. He shudders. “already so worked up.”
Haechan whines, hips bucking into your hand, chasing more friction. “Y/N, please…”
You lean in, pressing a kiss to his cheek, then his jaw, your lips brushing against his ear. “Relax, baby. So desperate for me, huh?” You straddle him, sliding the tip of his cock between your folds, teasing him with your slick.
Haechan gasps, your folds brushing against his leaky cock throwing him over edge. His fingers dig into your hips, eyes glazed over, breath catching. “You feel so warm already,” he moans, voice cracking just slightly.
“Shh, I’ve got you,” you whisper, guiding him in slowly. His eyes flutter shut and he leans his head back, you watch every twitch of his face, every gasp he lets out as you sink down onto him inch by inch.
Once your walls fully cage in on his cock, your hands rest on his chest, and you grind your hips in slow, deliberate circles, making sure he feels everything.
“You okay?” you ask, voice low, eyes locked on his flushed face.
He nods rapidly, then changes to a shaky “Y-Yeah. Just—feels like too much. In a good way. So good.”
The camera’s still rolling, but you only care about the way his hands grip your thighs like he never wants to let go. You start to move, bouncing gently, dragging out his moans as he fills you so perfectly.
And when he opens his eyes to look at you — glassy, worshipful — you lean down and kiss him hard.
“Gonna make you feel even better,” you whisper against his lips. “Wanna ruin you for anyone else.”
Your hips start to move again, faster than before — savoring every drag of his cock inside you, and hard enough that the sound of skin meeting skin echoes through the room, caught on camera.
Haechan’s hands are trembling where they clutch your thighs, eyes glued to where you’re joined. “F-Fuck… you feel unreal,” he whimpers, the words falling from his lips like a prayer. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”
You reach up, grabbing his jaw and tilting his face up toward you. “Look at me,” you command softly. “Wanna see those pretty eyes while I fuck the innocence out of you.”
His breath catches. He obeys instantly, pupils blown wide, lips parted as he watches you ride him like it’s the only thing that matters in the world.
“You wanted this, didn’t you?” You grind down, making him cry out. “All that teasing, all that flirting—you wanted me to make you mine.”
“I am yours,” he gasps, completely wrecked. “I’ve been yours—always been yours.”
You smile, slow and wicked. “Good boy.”
Your pace picks up, the tension between you coiling tighter with every bounce of your hips. He’s moaning openly now, completely disregarding the camera, lost in the feeling of you wrapped around him. His fingers are gripping you like he needs you to breathe, like if you stop, he’ll fall apart.
Overstimulation sneaks up on him, causing him to buck his hips, meeting your feverish thrust.
“You’re taking it so well, baby,” you pant, leaning forward to kiss his neck, sucking a mark into his skin just below his ear. “Letting me ruin you, just like you wanted.”
“Y-Yeah—fuck, I’m gonna—” he tries to warn you, voice cracking. “Y/N, I’m gonna cum—”
You press your forehead to his, keeping your rhythm brutal and deep. “Do it. I want to see your pretty face when you fall apart for me.”
He shatters beneath you with a desperate cry, eyes rolling back as his hips jerk up into you. Warmth floods your core, and the way he clings to you like he never wants to be anywhere else makes your own orgasm rush up hard and fast.
You ride it out together, bodies locked, breath mingling, the camera capturing every twitch, every gasp, every second of it.
Once you calm down from your high, you slowly slip off of Haechans cock, earning a soft whine from the lack of warmth.
You turn over to the camera and flash a cocky smirk before clicking off the livestream.
Your gaze shifts over to Haechan who looks as if he went to heaven and back.
“Let’s get you cleaned up” you say softly while pulling him up to take him to the bathroom.
As you turn on shower water, suddenly he gets a notification on his phone;
@b!g.d!ckrob69 tipped $650!!: “Bring that lady on stream more often”
Looks like his half of rent is covered for the month.
Synopsis: Golden boy Lee Chan has never missed a deadline, failed a test, or skipped a study session— until you came along.
NOTES: NSFW, Dino x fem!reader, slightly dom!reader + sub!dino, riding, slight angst? brief descriptions of a panic attack, not proof read, LMK IF ANYTHING ELSE!!
WC: 1.5k || >_<
A/N; Hiiii, I haven’t posted in a bit and wanted to deliver you guys something! MY SVT POST YAY!! This was written so late into the night hopefully you guys enjoy! Likes and reblogs appreciated!
Lee Chan was used to being ahead of schedule.
Color-coded notes, flashcards organized by subject and difficulty, study playlists curated to match his mood—he had it all down to a science. Professors loved him. Group projects revolved around him. His GPA was the kind most people would kill for.
Then he started dating you.
Not that he regretted it. God, no. You made him laugh even when he was burnt out. You kissed his forehead lines of stress away. You pulled him out of the library and into your world where midnight pillow-talk mattered more than textbooks.
But the thing was… he never learned how to say no to you.
Not when you asked for “just one more episode.” of the show you both started.
Not when you begged him to ditch the study hall and get ice cream instead.
And definitely not when you snuck into his dorm room, sensually lying on top of him and whispered that you “missed him.”
So now here he was—The Ultimate Academic Weapon —sitting inside his lecture hall, palms sweaty, eyes wide, staring down at the test paper he hadn’t even realized was today. The mind where countless fun-facts used to lie now empty. Suddenly, his chest felt tight. Too tight. Like the air wasn’t getting in correctly.
He ducked out of the room mid-exam. Fast. No one even tried to stop him. His legs carried him blindly through the building until he ended up somewhere quiet—maybe a storage hallway or a back lounge—he didn’t know. All he knew was that he was freaking out.
—
You find him—slouched against the wall, face pale and hands trembling slightly as he tried to remember how to breathe right. He didn’t even notice you.
“Chan?”
His head snapped up. His eyes were glossy, panicked. You rushed to him, kneeling down beside him.
“I didn’t study,” he whispered, like it physically hurt to admit. “I didn’t even know the test was today. I—I’m gonna fail.”
Your heart ached. “Oh, baby…” You reached for his hands, grounding him with touch. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to take up so much of your time.” Your voice was filled with regret. You knew how much your boyfriend’s education mattered to him, yet you still couldn’t help but be selfish and keep him to yourself.
He shook his head quickly. “No, don’t say that. I wanted to be with you—I still do—it’s just…” He looked away. “I don’t know how to balance all of this.”
You leaned closer, your voice soft and steady. “Let me make it up to you.” You take his hand gently, your thumb brushing against the trembling line of his knuckles.
He blinked at you.
You leaned in, lips brushing his ear. “Come with me.”
Chan stares at you with a questioning expression, still shook with nerves.
“Come on,” you say softly, standing up and giving his hand a tug.
He doesn’t ask where you’re going. He just follows—quiet, stunned, trusting.
You lead him through the maze of a narrowed hallway lined with old vending machines and locked lab rooms.
Most of the students never come this way..
At the end of the hall is a door—unmarked except for a faded label that probably used to say STUDY BREAK ROOM before the letters peeled off.
You push it open. It’s small, kind of forgotten-looking, with a couch against the wall and a dusty whiteboard that no one’s touched in months. The overhead light buzzes faintly.
You close the door behind him. “Sit,” you whisper, nudging him toward the couch.
He does.
You take a seat beside him and he instantly scoots closer to your side, brushing your smaller shoulders against his broad ones.
You lean to face him and press your forehead against his, he’s burning up—panic cooking his skin. Your hand makes his way to his warm cheek, stroking it lightly with your thumb.
Chan lets out a low, shaky breath. Your presence alone could easily steady his heartbeat.
“I’m sorry,” he murmurs, his voice cracking. “I should’ve—I should’ve been better managing my time, I should’ve cancelled some of our plans, I know you would’ve understood but I just—“
“Stop it,” you whisper firmly. “You don’t have to apologize for giving me attention.”
His eyes flick up to yours, glassy and filled with unshed tears. He doesn’t speak, but you hear his throat bob as he swallows hard.
“You’ve been holding everything together yourself,” you continue, softer now. “Trying to be perfect. Trying not to slip.”
You slide your hand down to his chest—his heart hammers beneath your palm. “But even you need a break. That’s why you have me.”
A silence stretches between you. You don’t look away.
“Let me help you feel better,” you whisper. “Just breathe. I’ll take care of the rest.”
He takes a deep breath and nods, leaning closer to you and connecting his lips to yours.
Chan’s slightly warm lips meets your glossed ones, instantly picking up the flavors from the gloss he loves so much on you.
He grabs your waist deepening the kiss, stealing your breath away. His fingers press into your sides—desperate but careful not to hurt you. Like he’s still making sure you’re really here. Really his.
You shift closer, your hand threading into his soft hair, tugging just enough to make him gasp into your mouth.
You break the kiss, a small string still keeping you and Chan slightly connected. His lips are red, glossy, and parted in shock like he doesn’t know how to breathe without you.
You look into his eyes with a soft smile, hands gently tugging at the waistband of his sweats.
“Can I?” you ask, voice barely above a whisper.
He swallows hard, nodding eagerly before answering. “Y-Yeah. Yes —please.”
You push the fabric down slowly, just enough to free him, and he groans at the feeling of cool air against hot skin. You lean in to kiss him again—slower this time, deeper—and his hands return to your hips.
“Y/N…” he whispers, slowly trailing down to your shorts, pulling yours down too. You slide out of them with practiced ease, your underwear following after.
You straddle him warm and bare—guiding his hands back to your waist as you kiss him one more time, sweet but breathless.
You break the kiss and line yourself up with his leaking tip, the warmth of your folds teasing his slit.
His breath catches.
And then—you sink down, inch by inch, letting him feel every second of it.
Chan’s whole body tenses beneath you. His hands drift down to your thighs, holding on like he’s drowning.
“F-Fuck, Y/N,” he chokes out, eyes wide, voice wrecked.
Once your walls completely cage his cock, you stay in place, letting out a small sigh at the fullness.
Chan is already on edge, thighs slightly shivering, he screws his eyes shut tightly and leans his head back against the couch.
Your hands rest on either side of his shoulders, looking down at him you can’t help but be endeared by his fucked out expression. “You’re so tense, baby,” you murmur, leaning to give a small peck to his adam’s apple.
“You’ve been pushing yourself too hard.”
“You need this,” you murmur against his mouth, rolling your hips over his.
He gasps—completely unprepared for the grip you have on him. His eyes flutter shut, head falling against the back of the couch.
You start to start to quicken your pace but with every drag of your hips, Chan’s body responds like he’s being lit from the inside out.
His hands grip your thighs hard, fingers digging into soft flesh. He tries to hold still, to let you lead, but he’s trembling—jaw slack, brows furrowed in desperation.
“You feel—fuck, Y/N—so good,” he gasps, voice wrecked.
“I know, baby. Just let go. You’ve earned this.”
You shift your angle subtly and he chokes on a moan, hips bucking up instinctively. You meet him halfway, —now chasing the edge you both feel creeping up.
His arms wrap around your waist, pulling you in like he needs to anchor himself. His forehead presses to your chest, breath ragged.
“I-I’m not gonna last,” he stammers, eyes squeezing shut.
“That’s okay,” you whisper into his hair. “Let go, Chan. I’ve got you.”
With one more roll of your hips, one more squeeze of your walls around him—he shudders, clinging to you like you’re his lifeline.
You feel him spill into you with a soft, drawn-out groan. The warmth of his cum making you shiver. His body goes limp, chest rising and falling fast against yours.
You don’t move right away—just stay there, curled into him, holding his warm, trembling frame.
Eventually, you lift your head and smile. “You okay?”
Chan breathes out a laugh, cheeks flushed. “Yeah,” he murmurs, eyes fluttering open to meet yours.
You slowly try to pry yourself off of him, his strong hold on your waist keeps you in place.
“You didn’t get to cum.” He says lowly, you feel his cock hardening once more inside you.
“I don’t need to baby, this is about you.” You reply with a smile.
Chan shakes his head in disapproval and leans in to deliver a heated kiss while bucking his hips into yours.
You moan into his mouth at the sudden regain of pleasure.
Breaking the kiss off, you ask him breathlessly— “What about your exam?”
“It’ll be okay,” he replies smugly, his cock now brutally drilling into your soaked cunt.
Hiiii!! I just want to let you guys know that my request are open!! I’m running a bit low on creativity so I’d love to do something for you guys!! See my guidelines before requesting to see what I’ll write and also who I’ll write for!
Synopsis: When your dumb boyfriend cheats and mocks your oral abilities, who better to call for help than your childhood best friend?!
NOTES: (PLS READ TEASER FOR CONTEXT!) NSFW, Childhoodbsf!JENO x fem!reader, Oral (m received), slight angst, “cheating back”, sexually recording, LMK IF ANYTHING ELSE!!
WC: 2k || >_<
A/N; I hope you guys enjoy it!! I’ve been really excited to post! Thank you to my lovely Gabrielle for fixing my errors and Kana + Mal (@sungchoi) for reading the final versionnnn!
Jeno couldn’t believe what he just heard. He stares and leans back as if you’ve grown a second head.
This puts you on edge even further, he probably thinks you’re weird, how will you come back from this? Maybe tell him you’re just drunk! That won’t work, he’s been beside you this entire time-
“Are you sure?” Jeno cuts through your thoughts. “You really want me to show you?”
You take a deep breath and nod eagerly. “Yes, I want you to teach me.”
Jeno lets out a dry chuckle, “So suddenly? This isn’t just something you want to learn to show your little boyfriend, hoping he’ll stop cheating, right?”
Your heart practically fell to the floor. You open your mouth to deny his claims, but the words die on your tongue. He wasn’t completely wrong. But it isn’t about your boyfriend anymore.
“I mean, I was going to but-“ you pause, feeling the confidence you barely had in the beginning slowly washing away. “I don’t care about him anymore”
Jeno tilts his head at you, almost as if he’s saying “sure.” in a sarcastic way without even opening his mouth.
You’ve never felt so nervous in your life, but you really want this.
‘It’s Jeno, just tell him the truth.’ Your mind practically screams at you.
“I want to know what I’m actually supposed to do… I want to feel confident that I can make someone feel good— I just need someone to tell me what to do without claiming they’ve ‘had better’ once I’m done”
Your eyes flicker up to meet his.
“I need you, Jeno.”
Jeno feels himself folding on the spot looking into your pretty eyes.
He flashes you a pretty smile and says, “Okay, I’ll show you”
You let out a huge sigh of relief and smile back at Jeno. Not wanting to waste any time you try to lean Jeno back fully on the bed and get on your knees.
He chuckles at your sudden eagerness and pulls you back up beside him.
“Slow down, baby,” he teases. “I need a bit of foreplay too, you know?”
“Right— sorry,” you say shyly, already so overwhelmed and embarrassed.
‘How cute,’ Jeno thinks to himself.
He looks at your pretty face, searching for any signs that you have doubts doing this— you don’t move an inch, waiting for him to guide you.
Taking your readiness to learn into consideration, Jeno doesn’t waste another second and leans in, slowly putting his lips against yours.
You gasp lightly in realization, while his hand comes to cup your cheek, thumb rubbing sweet circles on your cheek. Then, without breaking the kiss, Jeno takes his free hand and reaches for yours, pulling it down until your fingers brush against his crotch is.
“Start right here,” he whispers against your lips. “Nice and slowly…”
He connects your soft lips against his but this time inserting his tongue. You don’t fight against it and just let him have his way, exploring your tongue while you palm his hardened cock.
Jeno suddenly breaks the heated make-out just enough for you to catch your breath. You continue your movements— slow, unsure, but so eager to please him. He groans against your lips and then moves to brush his lips against your cheek, then your jaw.
His warm and shaky breath hits your ear as he mutters “Just like that.” His voice deep and sultry. He leans back and examines the growing wet spot beneath his sweats.
“Fuck—feels good, baby.”
Your heart is beating at an almost deadly pace. You feel heat swarm your cheeks and also in between your legs. Squeezing your thighs together and focusing on him, you keep rubbing exactly like he told you— ‘nice and slowly’ seeing by his praise he’s enjoying it.
Jeno’s hips buck slightly and he places his hands on top of yours, halting your movements. He kisses you once more and looks at you with eyes that are already dazed.
“Get on your knees for me now, baby.”
You slowly drop off the bed onto your knees and look up at him.
Jeno could compare you to a sweet little puppy the way you’re so cute and compliant.
Helping you just a bit, he pulls his sweats and underwear off and leaves them pooling at his ankles.
You practically drool at the sight before you. His cock was long and girthy, the veins on the side protruding similar to his arms and a pretty pale pink tip leaking pre-cum from your previous assault.
Jeno signals you to give him your hands again, you do, of course, and he takes one of your hands and places it on his shaft, just below the tip.
“Let me show you how I like it,” he says, and wraps his hand around yours. Slowly he moves your hand up and down the base at a painful slow pace— his hand aiding your small one that doesn’t reach all the way around.
He continues helping you while also trying to keep his composure, he takes your thumb and places it atop of his aching tip. Getting the hint you rub your thumb across the slit, Jeno instantly hisses from the stimulation.
Your other hand laches onto his cock too and continues the slow stroking method he just taught you.
‘He likes to be teased’ you think to yourself.
You smirk to yourself at the sudden realization about what your friend (?) is into and take it upon yourself to speed up ever so slightly.
Jeno, now leaning back on his elbows, twitches at the sudden but small pace change, chasing the pressure.
“That’s it, Y/N.” he practically whimpers, voice still deep and dominant despite slowly coming undone. “You’re doing so good, already.”
You suck a breath at his praise and clinch your thighs together, trying to relieve the ache in between your legs.
Jeno notices your flustered shifting and smirks,
“You like being praised, baby?” Without giving you a chance to respond he instantly rubs your cheek lovingly and continues “Keep being good for me and I’ll praise you all you want.”
Nodding at his words, you give his tip one last teasing stroke and look up at Jeno.
“Show me what you know,” Jeno says.
You move your hands and instantly open your mouth trying to fit all of him in— leading to your eyes watering and you slightly gagging around his shaft.
Jeno tuts at your actions and still as patient as ever, pulls you back up.
A single tear falls from your eye— partly from choking, partly from embarrassment. Jeno swipes the tear with his thumb and looks at you sweetly.
“It’s okay, baby. You just need to pace yourself” he claims. “Start slow.”
Nodding at him with trust, you gulp and prepare to try again. You start slow, this time starting off by placing small kitten licks across the head.
Jeno adores your ability to follow directions and ultimately gives you the praise he promised,
“Good girl, just like I told you.”
You continued licking a few more times and then put the tip in your mouth, with barely anything in your mouth but you can’t help but moan at the fullness.
You suck slowly but efficiently and use your other hand to stroke what you can’t reach at the moment. As you take a peek up, you see Jeno with his head back letting out moans into the room, shuddering at the feeling of your warm tongue swirling around his slit.
Feeling confident from his reactions you decide to take a bit more of him down your throat and stroke him faster.
Jeno’s thighs tense as he tries to hold back from coming so soon, knuckles turning pale white from gripping the sheets.
He couldn’t even believe this was happening, he was supposed to be here comforting you— now here he is falling apart under your mouth.
It’s not even about how you’re making him feel— it’s the fact that it’s you. His Y/N. Years of tension unraveling with each stroke of your hand and tongue.
Jeno doesn’t know what this is going to mean for the two of you once he reaches his orgasm, he just knows he doesn’t want this to end. And he’ll make sure it doesn’t…
You hollow your cheeks and take as much more of him as you physically can. A strangled groan escapes him and he jerks his hips up— unconsciously gagging you with his big cock while moaning your name.
“Shit— Y/N, keep going” Jeno is moaning louder now, his chest heaving, lost in the pleasure of it all.
Aside from lust, mischief also clouds Jeno’s mind. An idea to have you to himself takes over along with pleasure.
“Y/N, gimme your phone.” He says breathlessly.
With your free hand, you still manage to dig into the pocket of your (his) hoodie and pull out your cellphone, still giving it your all to get Jeno off.
Jeno instantly takes the phone and with shaky hands goes to the camera app, swiping to the video feature.
He flips the camera and clicks record, videotaping you sucking his cock sloppily.
Jeno stops the video and then messily scrolls through your contacts, rolling his eyes while clicking on “My Love <3”.
He adds the video to the messages and clicks send.
—
Your boyfriend is sitting on the couch of his own apartment when he suddenly gets a notification.
Y/N..🩶: +1 New Message
(1 VIDEO ATTACHMENT)
Not thinking much of it, he clicks on it. Nothing could’ve truly prepared him for what the video contains.
“Show the camera how pretty you look sucking me, baby.”
He knows that voice all too well — fucking Jeno Lee, Y/N’s oh-so-lovely “best friend.”
The video continues and the angle is vile.
It shows you sucking Jeno off without a care in the world.
He barely has time to blink before he hears a loud, wet gag, piercing his ears through the phone— Jeno’s groaning followed shortly after.
“Shit— good girl, take all of it” Jeno commands and you comply, sucking eagerly with spit seeping from the sides of your mouth. Looking up at Jeno with those pretty eyes then flashing the camera a wink, giggling playfully with cock in your mouth.
His grip on the phone tightens, jaw locking and eyes twitching as the video goes on.
“Fucking, slut,” he spits.
Jeno’s breathing grows rapidly, his hips shuddering as your mouth takes him just like practiced— hand stroking the rest.
His chest is heaving at this point. You can see his tummy contracting and the veins in his arms straining as he groans out.
“Fuck, Y/N— I’m so close, don’t stop, baby.”
You whimper around him, sucking harder trying to bring him to release faster. And then it hits—Jeno moans deep and raw, body trembling as he spills into your mouth.
You let him ride it out, swallowing what you can and licking him clean with slow kitten licks, teasing the sensitive tip.
In the background, the camera catches it all—your swollen lips, the glisten of cum on your tongue, and your soft giggle as you look up at him, utterly pleased with yourself.
Then the video ends..
Your boyfriend is practically seeing red, instantly typing a storm, threatening Jeno and degrading you. His message didn’t even get a chance to send before-
Y/N..🩶: +1 New Message
“Nothing better than that 😮💨”
Your ex-boyfriend practically breaks the phone in half trying to call you, mind rushing with insults to call you.
You don’t pick up.
Jeno’s hand is in your hair, hips bucking, while your mouth is already full of someone who actually gives a damn.
— End.
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SYNOPSIS: nothing wrong with kissing your homies…right?
PAIRINGS: Choi Soobin x Hueningkai (implied future of Choi Soobin X Reader X Hueningkai)
WC: 1,788 || ☆
Warnings: NSFW (18+, mdni), m/m, Soobin x Kai, potentially poly (?), dry humping, voyeurism ( could be implied the reader watched them for a bit ), they all just horndogs and ZESTY ngl… (LMK if anything else!)
A/N: Likes and reblogs are heavily appreciated ! Also thank you to my friends for reading my draft and gassing me up 😛
It was supposed to be the average group hangout; you and your five best friends joking around under warm fairy lights, ignoring the dumb romance movie, getting drunk, and waking up to a bunch of wasted guys huddled on your small couch—the usual.
Tonight’s atmosphere was different, not bad different, but different in a way that had you *extra* excited for tonight.
Only Soobin and Kai could make it, typical given they’d never miss a Saturday night hang out. Getting to eat all your food, drinking “unlimited” alcohol, ~~(getting to see you)~~ it was literally heaven on earth for them.
Yeonjun couldn’t make it, “I’m being busy catching up with an old friend.” he claimed over the phone. Beomgyu told you off with an abnormal emergency; “ Can’t come, fishes need a bath-“ And Taehyun…just didn’t want to come, typical, you really admired his honesty though.
The presence of those three would be missed, of course. Thankfully, “The two coolest guys could still make it.” (Their words..)
So here you three are, still enjoying the moment, stuffing your faces with snacks while trying to avoid choking from the funny jabs the other makes. Y/N notices they are running a bit low on drinks :
“I’m gonna go get us some more soju,” she upped and left the living area to get refills from the kitchen.
“Alright,” “hurry back!” The two boys said in unison, as Y/N went to grab drinks, she couldn’t shake the feeling of something exciting happening, especially since it was just those two alone with her. It’s silly, maybe it’s the alcohol throwing her off but she’s always felt like there was tension between the three of them.
Yeah, that’s definitely that alcohol talking.. There’s no tension, all the lingering stares, subtle touches-, that’s just what friends do, totally.
—
Back in the living room, Soobin and Kai were still joking among themselves and half-watching the movie. The laughter seemed to die down once it settled your presence was gone.
It got quiet, not completely silent due to the TV providing background noise —but there was a silence between the two that felt caused heavy tension. Not an uncomfortable silence, just the fact that they’re quite buzzed taking over.
Soobin and Kai just sat there, Kai playing with his fingers and Soobin watching the dumb film he chose.
“Wonder what’s taking her so long,” Kai said, interrupting the dazed silence.
“Probably drinking it all without us.” Soobin joked, both the boys giggling among themselves. Once that got old it was back to silence… where is she with those damn drinks..
“Since we’ve got nothing to do,” it was Kai breaking the silence again, this time he had this look as if he’d just came up with a million dollar idea.
Soobin looks over at him “Hm?” he replied mindlessly. Kai’s lip quirked into a subtle smirk, his eyes were fox-like as he turned over and made eye contact with Soobin on the other side of the couch.
“Since we’ve got nothing to do,” he repeated, staring at Soobin with a vixen gaze “Why don’t we kiss?” he said simply, like it was normal between them, like he was plotting this moment for a while.
Soobin was taken aback, his eyes widened slightly, he wasn’t shocked, he was amused. He knew how his friend got, especially when he was left alone with his mischievous mind for too long.
“You,” he took a breath. “You want to kiss? Right now?”
Kai slowly crawled over, eye contact never breaking. “Why not?” that same cocky expression still written on his face.
Soobin could almost laugh at the sight. His friend, looking at him as if he was prey, sensually licking his lips as if he was craving the taste of Soobin.
“You’re drunk aren’t you” Soobin chucked, cocking a brow. His friend must really be out of it to suggest something like this so casually.
“No,” Kai replied, a smug smile tugging his lips. “We’ve just got nothing better to do” he continued matter-of-factly. Soobin just stared like he was being tempted by a drug dealer.
“shit, why not,” Soobin thought.
Suddenly, Soobin inched slightly, Kai took the hint and immediately scooted to leaned in, capturing his lips against Soobin’s. It was so foreign, but so familiar. It felt like their lips belonged together-, like the softness of their lips were meant to be conjoined.
They’re lip locked on the couch for a while, fully processing the fact that; they’re kissing each other. It was like jumping over a hurdle.
Getting tired of just resting there, Kai took the initiative and grabbed the back of Soobin’s head, gripping the short, black strands on the back of his head.
Soobin moaned, startled by the sudden roughness, not that he minded. His pretty noises only pushed Kai further, prompting him to insert his warm tongue into the other boy’s mouth.
Their tongues meet, the clash of soju and saliva making this impulsive moment even hotter. Soobin doesn’t know what to do with himself, or where to put his hands, so he just sits there, letting Kai explore his mouth, and grab his hair, Kai’s other hand goes to the side of his neck and he leans in impossibly closer, practically almost straddling the other boy.
Soobin takes this as a sign to grab his waist, keeping him steady, and starts to explore the muscular backside his buddy has been sculpting in the gym right before his eyes.
The room is hot and heavy. Tongues swirling, grabbing, and grinding against one another.
Fuck, they’re both hard.
Kai takes the hand that was once on Soobins neck and sensually glides it down to his perked nipples, hardened through his shirt, the slight pressure causing Soobin to shiver as if he’d been shocked, turned on by these acts of impulsivity.
Kai continues his quest exploring Soobin’s body, rubbing on his defined abs, trailing down to the hardened cock that’s piercing his pajamas pants, leaking tip soaking a wet spot through the silk material. Kai pulled back and smirked at Soobin’s immediate attempt to bring their lips back.
“You’re turned on from just a bit of kissing?” Kai asked condescendingly as if he wasn’t also. Soobin rolled his eyes and connected their lips again, this time he’s the one gripping Kai’s soft hair. He doesn’t care about teasing, he wants to finish what’s been started.
Intimately in their own world, the film completely disregarded. They don’t have anything else on their minds other than getting a release.
They’re both panting. Soobin rutted his groin against Kai’s hand, moaning into his mouth pathetically like he was in heat, he’s already so close, just a bit more and he’ll be at his be at his climax.
Soobin, so focused on his on pleasure doesn’t notice Kai taking his hand atop of his clothed cock, helping him get off too. Once he felt the hardness between his finger tips he squeezed earning a loud moan from Kai.
“Fuck,” Kai panted, he instead locked hands with Soobin then positioned himself right on top of him, rolling his hips quickly, aching for a release. Soobin moans at the sudden humping, leaking cock tip kissing Kai’s as he lifts his hips and matches his pace, equally as desperate.
“Make me come,” Soobin demanded, Kai couldn’t help but giggle at him trying to make demands while being such a mess underneath him. He couldn’t even let out a new snark remark, too distracted by the knot in his tummy being so close to snapping.
They were both so close, hot breath fanning against each other, clothed cocks stimulating each other, pajama pants beyond soaked. They probably looked like two animals in a rut. None of that mattered, both of them just wanting to come.
Soobin throws his head back and lets out a high pitched moan he’d be embarrassed about any other day, he couldn’t careless right now, he’s so close to snapping, one more grind and he’ll-
“What’s going on in here?”
Fuck. Now she wants to come back?!
—
Y/N stood before them, box of soju in her hand, cheeks burning but still keeping her composure. The sight of them having a heated make out on her couch surely aroused her. She clenched her thighs together as if it would stop the heat forming between her legs from soaking her panties.
Y/N sucked in a breath,
“You guys got too impatient waiting on drinks and decided to slurp each other’s faces?” she said in mockery, silently praying it’s not noticeable she was heavily turned on by the previous sight.
Soobin and Kai stared at her like they’d been caught red-handed by the police committing a misdeed.
Soobin couldn’t even comprehend her words, cock still painfully hard and brain fried from being so turned on.
Kai on the other hand just started at Y/N, noticing the way she shifts her legs uncomfortably, like there was something aching in between them. He brought back that smug expression that Soobin is all too familiar with;
“You’re not mad are you?” He started. “Or jealous?” Y/N stared at him blankly. She couldn’t help but let out a dry laugh, the nerve of this guy.
“I’m not mad or jealous, I’m just,” she pauses, collecting her thoughts. She places the box of drinks on the floor beside the table and takes a good look at both Soobin and Kai. They look so out of it, like they were having the time of their lives. Together. Without her.. On her couch.
“Damn, maybe I am jealous,” she thought.
She takes a step closer to the edge of the couch in front of both of them and says something that gives them the idea she’s been possessed by Kai’s boldness.
“I’m just wondering why you’d think to do this without inviting me,” she claimed, biting the bullet. Something in her chest said she wouldn’t regret her sudden words.
Soobin and Kai look over at each other, smirking ear to ear. It looked like they were plotting telepathically.
Suddenly Soobin shifted right side up back on his left side of the couch resting his arm across the top. Kai followed promptly, sprawling over the right, leaving a snug space in the middle between for Y/N.
It was Soobin’s turn to be bold now, legs open on the couch, member still visibly hard beneath the wet patch in the middle of his pants, a preview of what she was getting into.
“We’ve got some room for now,” Soobin said lowly, as if he was daring her to come closer.
The erotic expression on both the boy’s faces told her everything she needed to know;
Synopsis: When your dumb boyfriend cheats on you and mocks your oral- abilities, who else could you call for help other than your childhood best friend?
NOTES: NSFW, Childhoodbsf!JENO x fem!reader, slight angst, “cheating back”. Not fully proofread
[More warnings once full post is released]
WC: 1k || FULL RELEASE DATE: June 2
A/N: guy I actually love how the full thing came out omgg I can’t wait for you guys to read it 👅👅 Thank you Mal for reading over this!! ( @sungchoi )
Jeno has always hated your boyfriend. There was nothing genuinely wrong with the guy, Jeno just didn’t trust him. He thought you’d look much better with someone else, much better with him.
So when you called him in tears saying you ‘caught him out with some random blonde’, he couldn’t help proud that his instincts of the guy were correct. But ultimately he needed to put his pride to the side and comfort his friend.
“I’ll be there in five” he states. You sniffle an “Ok” and end the call, desperate for a second pair of eye to give you ideas on how to confront your cheating ‘boyfriend’.
—
Jeno made it to you as fast as he could without violating any traffic laws. He opened the door to your apartment with the spare key you gave him that your boyfriend was always jealous of, you kept trying to tell him that it didn’t mean anything and that Jeno can only use it for emergencies (and when you’re crying over him), but he kept being dramatic saying “friend’s don’t do that”. How would he know? He barely has friends, let alone ones that have been beside him since childhood.
Jeno walked through the apartment he knows all too well and headed to your bedroom. The door was cracked slightly open but he could your cries as clear as day. As he slowly opens the door he sees you hunched over on the edge of the bed, head in your hands as you cry tears of heartbreak.
“Y/N,” he says quietly, in the same soft tone all this friends claim he only uses with you. “Y/N, I’m here.” He states, walking over slowly trying not to overwhelm you.
Your tears pause as you look up and make eye contact with him, Jeno feels his own heart breaking at the sight of you; bloodshot eyes, fresh tears still streaming down your face, you look like a girl who gave her all in a relationship only to get betrayed.
“Hi,” you say weakly, chuckling slightly. You probably look pathetic in front of him. Jeno didn’t mind, he’s seen you at your highest and lowest, you’re still the prettiest girl he’s laid eyes on either way.
You scoot over as a cue for him to sit beside you, instantly he takes the hint and rushes to sit, wrapping his arms around you in comfort.
You return the hug immediately and rest your head on the side of his neck. Jeno breathes in your scent and gets a whiff of- wait- his cologne? He pulls back and takes a full look at you, you’re wearing his hoodie. Huh, no wonder your “boyfriend” hated his guts.
Jeno takes your face in his palm and stares at you like you’ve placed the stars in the sky. Remembering what he came here for he straightens up and asks firmly,
“You want me to kill that guy?” he sounds dead serious too.
You look at him with a dopey smile and sigh. “No,” you start. “I just want you to be here with me.”
Jeno looks as if he’s genuinely pondering your request, “I guess I can do that,” He teases” giving you a soft smile that makes your tummy flutter with butterflies.
“If you need anything, I’m your guy.” He states. Jeno always makes it known you can trust him to handle anything you throw at him. Out of shyness you’ve always tried to not bother him too much, especially since everyone claims you depend on him more than you do your “boyfriend”, but maybe today is the day you abuse your power.
There’s no doubt Jeno is an attractive guy. You’ve been to parties with him countless times and seen him walk out with minimum two girls on his arm. He’s gotta be experienced, right?
You on the other hand have only been with your current boyfriend. It was already embarrassing enough you’d been a virgin at the ripe age of 24, but your boyfriend shaming your sexual performance right after your first time made you even more ashamed.
—
“How’d I do?” You asked nervously, you’d never given a blowjob before. Talking about it, yes. But giving it was a whole different ballgame, especially since your boyfriend barely gave you anything to work with….
“I’ve had better,” He states plainly. Getting off the bed to go play the game, leaving you embarrassed and frustrated on the bed.
—
You visibly cringe at the flashback, and Jeno catches it. “You okay?” he asks with genuine concern.
You realize what happened and just stare at him for a bit, examining him. He’s so built. He showed up in a black hoodie but his broad shoulders are still prominent, his big hands that constantly have veins protruding from them, such a pretty face with a nice nose you just wanna-
“Y/N,” He interrupts once more. “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”
You look at him and feel your cheeks warming up as you process the question you deeply wanna propose to him.
“I actually do have,” you simmer, “something to ask you.. and it’s okay if you say no.”
Jeno looks confused, why are you afraid to ask for a favor? He’s been to the store to buy you tampons many times, and even went through your underwear drawer to bring you a new pair you forgot to get before your shower. What’s the matter now?!
You look away embarrassed at his reaction, already overthinking before even asking the question. Jeno is growing impatient at this point.
“What do you need, Y/N.” he quipped “I told you I’m willing to do whatever you need.” He reassured.
Y/N sucked a deep breath and decided to just rip the bandage off.
Fuck it, you thought
“Can you show me how to give a blowjob?..” She says barely above a whisper.
Oh.
Jeno wasn’t expecting that. He did say he’d help with anything though.
Notes: NSFW Taerae x genderneutral!reader || SUB! TAERAE!! Dom!reader, hand-job, overstim, dacryphilia, slight nipple play, pet names, praise kink (?), overuse of words “baby” / “pretty” ….
Wc: 509 || ☆
A/N: small one-shot to start off my account!! Likes and reblogs appreciated!
You’ve been stroking his pretty cock in a painfully slow pace for what feels like hours, egging him on even more by rubbing your thumb across his sensitive slit.
“Please,” he begs, so desperately craving a release. You’d give it to him, always, just not without a bit of fun.
“Shh, it’s okay,” you soothe. “I’ll let you come soon, love, just be a good boy for right now. Can you do that for me?”
Taerae sucks a breath and eagerly nods. Of course, anything for you.
You speed up your pace and your other hand starts playing with his nipples, he instantly throws his head and bites his lips so hard you’d think he’ll draw blood. it’s getting harder for him to keep his composure.
Taerae feels like he’s on fire. Your hand tugging his cock is creating a tight knot in his belly that’s gonna snap any moment. The mix of sensations is overwhelming for him. Trying to be good for you, not coming, not making a noise, it’s all just too much. He feels like he’ll break any moment.
Suddenly, he lets out a choked moan, instantly regretting how loud it was and sucking a breath to quiet himself once more. Your hand plays with his pretty cock even faster and you look up to see - wait, is he crying?
You grab his face with your free hand and examine the sight before you. He instantly covers his face with his arm, cheeks turning red while trying to free from your grip on his face. Your baby is embarrassed? You can’t have that. “You’re trying to hide from me baby?”
You coo with faux sympathy, like it hurts he’s trying to keep that pretty face covered from you.
“I- I can’t” he gasped, “it’s too much, p-please” he’s practically hyperventilating trying to let out words to explain himself. He puts his arm down and stares at you, shame written on his face. “I’m sorry,” he whined towards you. “I didn’t mean to cry, please just let me cum”
You would laugh in his face if you didn’t find it so fucking hot. Fat tears spilling from his pretty eyes only making you wanna torture him more. You won’t deny him any longer, though, he’s been so good.
“You can come baby,” you grant. That’s all it took for Taerae’s legs to immediately lock and suddenly shoot blanks into your palm. He’s shaking beneath you, pretty moans he’s been holding in coming out against his will. It just felt too good :((
“Thank you, thank you.” He said, still crying and shaking. He grabs your hand, pausing your assault on his poor leaky tip.
Once he comes down from his high, you take your clean hand and wipe the tears from his face. Taerae lays beside you, completely spent from the prior orgasm. You lean closer to his sweaty body and place a soft kiss on his forehead.
“Good job, baby” you praise.
It must be true that good things come to those who wait.
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